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turnipstewdios · 1 year ago

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Half-Lives: Chapter 2

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48120073/chapters/121402672

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope!” Best burgers in Gotham!”

Danny suspected his new friend was enjoying the look on his face a little too much. And to be fair, Jason would know better than Danny would. He did live here. He shouldn’t be this skeptical, given his favorite place to eat back home. Tourists in Amity had been a bit put off by a place literally called “The Nasty Burger” but it had been the best spot in town. So this shouldn’t be so weird. But…

“Do they all wear costumes?” “Yup!” Because yeah. The cashier was wearing tights. And a cape. And a rumpled looking domino mask held on with a string. “Which robin is that even supposed to be?” Because Danny wasn’t super familiar with the difference between the local vigilante’s costumes, but this didn't really look like any of the pictures he’d seen.

Jason looked slightly less gleeful at that. “Honestly… not sure.” he was squinting in the window at the register now. “Kinda looks like the first robin, but I think those are supposed to be Red Robin’s bandoliers.” “Why on earth does this city have a Batman themed fast food restaurant?”

“Why on earth not?” Jason shrugged. “Come on, I’m starving.” Danny followed him inside, and then quietly reaffirmed his decision not to look into fast food jobs when the cashier grimaced, visibly braced himself, and asked if he could take their bat-order in the most horrifyingly cheerful voice he’d ever heard. He frequently talked to dead people who sounded more alive. I’m already dead. Don’t think I could handle being soulless too.

“Hi Benny!” Jason walked up to the counter like he came here daily. Which he might, for all Danny knew. They were only a few blocks from the roof he’d met him on, and he probably lived there. “Rough night?”

“Hi Jason.” The cashier, Benny apparently, looked slightly less strained when he walked over. “Not really. It’s been slower than usual.” “Yeah, it has, hasn’t it?” Jason looked almost put out at that. “The usual?” Benny was already moving to type something in on the register. “Yeah please. What do you want, Danny?” “Erm…” Danny scanned the menu briefly, and ordered the first thing that looked good. Then paused as his stomach complained again, and ordered a second burger and extra fries as well. And maybe also a hand pie.

He started to pull out his wallet, but promptly got distracted by the sight of the fry-cook in the back wearing a Batman costume. Which looked stupid. And so miserably hot. Why? What was even the point? By the time he looked back at the register, Jason had paid for both of their orders while he wasn’t looking. “Hey hey woah, dude, I can pay for mine, you don’t have to get that!” “Nah, I got it.” Which was just, so not ok! Danny had ordered a ton of food, and Jason lived in Crime Alley! He probably wasn’t all that well off, and he definitely shouldn’t be paying for a ravenous half ghost stranger's food! “Hey relax man, I mean it. It’s no big deal.” “No big-? Do you normally feed trespassers you catch on your roof in the middle of the night?” Jason paused for a moment. Then, seeming to make some sort of decision, grinned roguishly at Danny while he grabbed a cup. “Nah, only the cute ones.” And walked away towards the drink fountain while Danny blue-screened. Oh. Oh no. Hot guy flirting. Danny was so screwed.

They filled up their cups at the fountain, (Danny was screaming internally just a little bit) and then Jason went to claim a corner booth to wait for their order. Danny realized that he had been completely distracted from the whole paying the bill thing. He should probably just go with it.

As they sat down, Danny took a moment to really look Jason over in the light of the restaurant. He was, just maybe, not quite as scary as he’d seemed on a dimly lit rooftop. He was still really big though. And looked like he might be able to bench press Danny a guy without straining. He had short black hair with a tuft of white hair in the front that almost looked too bright to be dyed, and really striking blue-green eyes. His clothes were plain, but sturdy looking and well made. His shirt was really tight. He looked great in combat boots.

He also felt like he might, maybe, be ecto-contaminated. It was hard to tell. Whatever it was, it was low enough that Danny hadn’t noticed anything until they’d shaken hands on the roof. Even then, it was hard to get a read on, and nowhere near enough to set off his ghost sense. If he’d met Jason in Amity, he didn’t think he’d have noticed at all. It was odd to find someone like that here though. There was plenty of ambient ectoplasm in the air in Gotham, but he hadn’t noticed any effect on the people who lived with it. Where would the guy even have come into contact with a high enough concentration of the stuff for it to leave a mark? He got broken out of his thoughts when Jason started the conversation up again.

“You must be really new in town if you haven't been to Batburger yet. When’d you move in?” “Ah, just over the weekend. Only got into my apartment Saturday.” “Mm, ok, yeah. You haven't had your’ first rogue attack yet then, huh? Nothing’s happened in weeks.”

“Uh, no. I haven't.” Danny would like to keep it that way, thanks. He’d had more than enough of constant attacks by malevolent entities in High School. He wanted to be able to sleep once in a while. “You been mugged yet?” Danny almost choked on a sip of his drink. “Who just asks that? Casually?” “A Gothamite.” Jason grinned at him from across the table. “Getting robbed or held at gunpoint or taken hostage by whoever broke out of Arkham this week is a right of passage.” Great. He should feel right at home then. “In all seriousness though, have you run into trouble yet? This city’s no joke, even when you know your way around.” Danny glanced down at the table. “I'm fine. I can handle it.” Jason raised an eyebrow at that. “Look, I know, ok? I’m not taking this lightly or being careless. I know I don’t look like it, but I can take care of myself.” He could. Not that he was about to explain the ghost powers to anybody. Gotham was a rough place, but Danny was a tough person. He’d had to be. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go anyway. Their order came up, and Danny waved Jason down while he got up to go grab it. He should take the opportunity to change the subject. The fewer questions got asked about where he was from, the better.

The food did actually smell really good. Carrying it back to the table reminded him how hungry he was. He hurriedly sat down, pulled his burger out of its greasy paper wrapping, and tore into it like… well like he hadn’t eaten in almost three days. It was good. Different from anything at the Nasty Burger, but it tasted great! Jason had also started eating, and the table was silent for a few minutes while they worked their way through the first burgers in the stack. _________________________________________ Danny ate like he hadn't seen food in a week. Watching him attack a hamburger like a rabid coyote would have been funny if it hadn’t been mildly concerning. Jason took a moment to think while they both ate, and tried to puzzle out why he felt so… off kilter. He kinda liked Danny. And that was part of the weird stuff. He’d barely even met him. Knew nothing about him. Jason was a crime lord and a vigilante, it paid to be suspicious of strangers. He shouldn’t be this open to liking the guy this soon. But, Danny felt… safe. Soothing almost. The nerves he’d been feeling all day had calmed down a bit.

He had also turned an adorable shade of red when Jason tried flirting. He’d wondered if he’d overstepped for a second, but it hadn't seen like he minded, just like he’d been caught off guard. (He had also definitely been checking Jason out on the way to the table.) Jason had still backed off a bit though. He didn’t want to make him uncomfortable if the attention wasn’t wanted.

His hand still felt cold where he had touched Danny’s skin. It’s still like 80 outside, how the fuck are his hands that cold? Could he be a meta? Did he have ice powers or something? Jason had no idea, but something about the contact had felt hauntingly familiar. That didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about him. He danced around questions about where he was from in a way Jason had seen from way too many street kids. The possible lack of access to food and the worn-down clothes were also not good signs. Jason couldn’t see any obvious bruises or scrapes, but he thought he might have seen the edge of some scarring peeking out from under his shirt. Danny apparently did have an apartment, but the lack of AC probably meant it probably wasn’t the best place. He hadn’t mentioned anyone else living with him either, and Jason couldn’t tell if that was good or bad.

Danny finally slowed down half way through his second burger, and Jason took the chance to ask another question. “You know anybody in Gotham?” Danny paused, chewing for a moment before swallowing. “No, not really.”

“No relatives or friends? University?” “Uh, no. My family’s still back west. And I’m not here for school.” “Work then?”

Danny chuckled a bit. “I’m actually looking for a job. Haven't been here long enough to get established yet.” Currently unemployed, but not homeless at least. “How’re you affording the apartment while you look? You got a roommate?”

“Oh, no. I had some savings. It’s enough to pay rent for a few months, I just need to find work ASAP.”

All right, so he did have somewhat of a safety net for the moment. That was good. “What kind of jobs are you looking at?” “Uh, well. I don’t qualify for a whole lot. I was actually going to start with looking into delivery jobs. Just about all the restaurants in my neighborhood do takeout, somebody’s gotta be hiring.” He took another bite. Chewed. “If that doesn’t work, I’ll look for whatever. I haven't actually had a lot of time to think about it yet. You know anything in the area I could look into?” Ah. That, Jason might be able to help with. This was his turf. He knew it inside and out. “Hmm” He took a second to work on his fries while he thought about it. “Yeah I might.” There were a few places nearby that might legitimately be hiring. But there were also a few businesses in the Alley that would hire someone if Red Hood asked. He had used them before to get alley kids and folks down on their luck a job. The small business owners in the area couldn’t always afford to pay the help they needed, so in a few cases Jason had paid the wages himself. The business got new staff, a kid got off the streets, and Jason got to do something useful with Bruce’s money. “I think there’s a few places I know that might have positions open. I’d have to check though.” He took a sip of his drink to wash down the last of his fries, and rummaged around in his pocket for his phone. “What’s your number? I’ll send you some info on places you can check out.” Danny raised an eyebrow. “My number? For job recommendations?” The corner of his mouth tugged up a bit. “No other reason?” “Ha! Well,” Jason smiled back. “There might be another reason.” Danny grinned back, and pulled out his own phone. “Sure, I can do that.”

_________________________________________

It was still hot outside. Danny somehow managed to forget that until he stepped out the door of the restaurant. The un-conditioned air hit his face like he’d been slapped with a warm, damp towel. Why did it have to be so humid? Jason didn’t look particularly thrilled to be back outside either. At least they were both suffering.

Danny felt awkward again. “Hey, thanks for the food man. You really didn’t have to.”

“Again, no problem.” Jason pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and started to light one. “It was nice chatting with somebody.” He looked over at Danny for a moment. “You gonna be able to get home all right?” “Oh, yeah I should be fine. It’ll take me a bit but I know where I’m going.” He did. He’d looked up where the Batburger was so he could find his way back to the apartment. Jason puffed on his cigarette a bit. He looked concerned again. “How far away are you?” “Ah, a few miles?” “A few miles?” Alarmed now. “I thought you were out for a walk on the roofs!?” “I was?” “You traveled a few miles on the roofs!? What are you, a bat ?!” “Uh..” “Dude. You want a ride home? I’ve got a bike.” “Um, I’ll be fine. It really didn't take all that long to get here.” Jason dragged in a breath around his smoke and grumbled something too low and garbled for Danny to make out. It kinda sounded like he mentioned the bats again though. Let the breath back out. “You sure? I’ve got an extra helmet.” He started walking back down the street towards what Danny assumed was his apartment. “Nah, it’s fine. Really. I can get around. It’s kinda fun actually.” “You sound like my brother.” Jason sighed. “Fine.” He stuffed his phone and the box of cigarettes back in his pocket. “I’ll see if anyone I know is hiring and send you the details.” “That would be great man, thanks.” Danny smiled. “No pressure, I’m sure I can find something.” Danny looked up at the building as they approached it. “Could I use the stairs to get back on your roof again? _________________________________________ “Sure, why not.” Jason glanced over at him as they started climbing. He still wasn’t sure he shouldn’t just be insisting Danny let him drive him home. He kept saying he could take care of himself, but Jason wasn’t so confident. He opened the roof access door for the second time that night, and leaned up against the wall of the stairwell while Danny moved over towards the closest neighboring building. … “Hey, be careful. You’re not as likely to get mugged up here, but you can still run into people you don’t want to mess with.” “Oh, whaaat? But the last scary guy I talked to on a roof bought me dinner!” “You planning on making a habit of talking to scary guys on roofs?” “Nah,” Danny’s smile gained a smug teasing edge, and for a moment his teeth looked way to sharp. “Only the cute ones!”

Jason choked on a lungful of smoke. It only distracted him for a second, but when he looked back up, Danny was gone. Fuck. Really, really have to keep him away from Batman.

_________________________________________ Danny made it back to his apartment quickly and without incident. He probably shouldn't have disappeared like that, but he was still stifling low giggles over the face Jason had made when he'd turned around. It had been worth it. He phased in through his window, landed on his slightly creaky floor. And then stopped. He cursed, and smacked his palm into his face. He'd forgotten to get a fan.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #jason todd #halfa!! jason todd #jason todd x danny fenton #danny phantom #dead on main #batman

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aerodaltonimperial · 1 year ago

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Jack AU: Jack and Darby are room mates in a hospital

(The only hospital drama I’ve seen is Grey’s, and that place always on fire or being robbed or bombed or held up at gunpoint or planes coming down so…)

At first, Jack is alone in the room, which is great, because he kind of hurts all over and likes to be able to groan about the pain without anybody listening. But after a few hours, it seems like the rest of the victims are being moved out of surgery, and he ends up with a roommate.

He doesn’t complain, because a hotel collapsed. An entire hotel collapsed, and he’s lucky they could get everyone in; sheer numbers alone should have made it impossible. But it does mean that they have to double people up in rooms. Jack’s new roommate is unconscious, so it’s still quiet.

That’s fine. As long as the guy doesn’t up and die, anyway.

His roommate doesn’t die. Honestly, that feels like adding so much more trauma to a day Jack is already going to need extensive therapy for. He watched the topmost floor implode on itself as the rest of the building supports went down like dominoes, one after another. So the guy not flatlining in the first hour is actually great news. He even ends up opening his eyes, which are blue where Jack can see around the swelling.

But the nurses are running through the halls, and Jack’s pressed the button on his bed three times without answer. Since they’re both hooked up to machines announcing their continued existence, they don’t seem to be as important as the other people who, uh, might be faring worse.

“Hey,” Jack tries. The guy’s on oxygen, so talking is not gonna happen, right? Dude got out of surgery—he’s got to be in pain, more than Jack is. Does he need more meds? He’s got the IV in, shouldn’t a nurse be coming by to make sure he’s okay? Are all the staff members used to dashing through the halls like this? “Uh, you… you need anything?”

The guy stares at Jack over the oxygen, so Jack continues, “I’ve tried hitting the button, but, I think people are really busy? Cause the hotel collapsed? I assume you were there, too.”

He gets a nod. Progress; his roommate can still hear. That’s something.

“Sorry,” Jack says. He isn’t sure what else to say. “Can I do anything to help?”

The guy holds up one hand and sort of waves it a few times. Like he’s asking Jack to keep going. “Oh, I should keep talking?” A nod. Well, Jack can do that. His legs on fire, but talking is a good distraction. “Okay, sure. Uh, I’m Jack. Nice to meet you, under better circumstances at least. I don’t know why you were at the hotel, but I was there for a work conference. Ironic, huh? Do you think I’ll get Workers Comp for this?”

His roommate’s shoulders shake a few times. A laugh! Jack hadn’t expected that. This guy is tough as nails—probably has to be with all those tattoos. There’s a whole heap of black ink running up his left arm and disappearing beneath the flimsy hospital gown.

“So, anyway, I’m Jack,” Jack continues, “and I’m here because as the hotel collapsed, one of the umbrellas from the pool area hit me. It’s not even a cool injury. Oh, is that in bad taste? Shit, probably, but, like, it totally isn’t. A pool umbrella pinned me to the fence. Like, of all things. Do you think the universe is trying to tell me something?”

More shaking. More laughter—Jack’s on a roll here. It’s been awhile since he’s met someone who genuinely found him funny. He could get used to the warmth sliding up his chest, the pride.

When he glances over again, the guy’s watching him. Jack shrugs a little. “I’d ask your name, but…”

The cart he’s hooked up to is on wheels, and all the IV tubes and cords seem decently long. Jack scans the room. Then he reaches for the wall and drags himself, bed included, a few inches over. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough to reach the paper and pen on the little table between them. Things have been so crazy no one even bothered to put the privacy curtain up.

He hands the pen to his roommate. “Can you…?”

The guy reaches for it. Holds it terribly, but probably better than Jack could. And he scratches letters on the paper until he stops. Jack squints. “Darby? Well. Nice to meet you, Darby. Thanks for not dying and giving me more PTSD.”

That’s definitely a smile reaching up into those eyes.

It takes forever for the nurses to come back, and when one does, she’s very haggard. Jack can’t really blame her. He can see stretchers lining the hallway, so they really ran out of room following the disaster.

Darby is in and out of sleep for the first few hours. Jack pieces together that he was in surgery, and it was rough enough that the nurses are a bit surprised he’s still doing okay. Surprised, but grateful. And by grateful, apparently they are just going to ignore him now in favor of the people not doing okay. Which… okay, again, Jack wants to give them a lot of credit for saving lives, but pain medication is helpful, y’know?

He talks to Darby when the other is awake. Tells a lot of stories. For some reason, Darby seems amused by the dumb shit Jack gets up to and all the situations he seems to find himself in. Jack’s recounting of the time he got food poisoning while stuck in a bus depot seems to positively delight him.

When he dozes off again, Jack only feels a little guilty staring at him. It’s totally not his fault that Darby is, despite the hospital gown and the oxygen mask and, you know, the fact that his stomach was apparently repaired in OR3, kind of really hot.

Listen. It’s been a really bad day. Jack’s determined to find that silver lining somewhere.

“Uh, no,” Jack says. “The Marvel movies are so overrated. It’s all reliance on special effects now. Really, the CGI team should get all those awards, not the actors.”

Darby is doing that thing again where he’s laughing and shaking the tubes running into the machine beeping along with his heart. He lifts up one hand, index finger extended.

“Yeah, okay, like the first ones were pretty good,” Jack says, because he’ll give him that. “The emotional impact with the beginning should be acknowledged.”

Darby closes one eye, stares meaningfully at Jack with the other.

“I know, I know,” Jack says. “Way too many now. I can’t keep up with anything. And they aren’t in order anymore? Are there, like, multiverses in everything now? Who can understand all of this?”

Darby offers a thumbs up.

“Well, sure, it’s all better than Snyder’s Justice League,” Jack says, and sighs.

Darby’s pain meds wear off, and Jack has to hit his call button six times before a nurse shows up to help. An hour later, they make Jack get up and try to put weight on his leg, which ends up being a real shitshow of pain but he manages it. Darby claps for him, which is nice.

There’s a lot of commotion outside their room. Jack thinks quite a few people died. Actually, he doesn’t like to think about that, so he tries not to. But when he falls asleep, he has a nightmare about it. Dead bodies everywhere, the hotel on fire. And the meds in his IV keep him out when he ought to be waking up, which prolongs the horror. When he wakes up, it’s because a hand is shaking his shoulder vigorously.

Jack comes to with tears in his eyes and his throat raw. Darby has pulled his own bed closer so he could wake Jack up; it’s his hand on Jack’s bicep. Jack grapples for the man’s fingers and squeezes them, trying to avoid the tape and the needle. God, he had to have been screaming himself hoarse.

They end up falling back asleep with their hands joined, elbows balanced on the side rails.

The nurse pulls the tube out of Darby’s throat the next morning, which nearly makes Jack gag. Fuck, that’s awful, but Darby recovers faster than Jack would have. He hacks for a few moments, and then looks at the nurse blearily. “You fixed my stomach?”

“From where the pipe went through you?” The nurse asks, eyebrows hiked. “Yes. We did.”

“So I can drink coffee when I get out of here?” Darby continues, all rough and out of use and sandpaper-y.

She doesn’t seem to follow, and neither does Jack. “Eventually? Yes.”

“Okay.” Darby turns to Jack, one hand still holding his throat. “When I get released, you wanna get coffee with me?”

“Are you…” Jack blinks. “Are you asking me on a date?”

Darby grins. “Yeah.”

“You’re insane,” Jack tells him seriously.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

Jack smiles back. “Yeah, I wanna get coffee with you.”

“Sweet,” Darby says, as the nurse just grumbles at the ceiling.

It takes five weeks, but they get coffee. Jack makes sure they don’t sit near any umbrellas, and Darby holds his hand the whole time. They take a selfie and tag their location as the hotel that collapsed. It’s the dumbest shit Jack has ever done. They end up on the local news, and Jack doesn’t even care. He’s too busy on WebMD trying to figure out when Darby can attempt strenuous exercise again after extensive surgery.

(“It doesn’t really need to be that strenuous,” Darby points out. “I’ll just lay against the pillows, and you can do all the work.”

“While I’m not against this,” Jack replies, “I’m worried about ripping your stitches out.”

“Everything you say just makes me more excited about this,” Darby tells him, and Jack thinks he’s being serious.)

#tag so you don’t lose this shit #is this the dumbest thing i have ever written?#hmmmmm you be the judge lol

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bonefall · 2 years ago

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i just read the tv tropes page (super cool btw) and was curious about something. it says that both Mudclaw and Ripplestar (who i assume is River ripple?) die due to "Bolt of Divine Retribution", why did it happen? what does it serve to the narrative? i'm SUPER invested in your re write, so i hope you don't mind the questions ^w^

The TVTropes page is so thorough and impressive I was blown away by it, I'm legitimately flattered like a pancake that @halogenwarrior made it, I don't know how else to thank them besides showering them in praise

On the topic of Bolt of Divine Retribution, there are three times so far that StarClan has smote cats. Only one of them recovered. Those three cats were Ripplestar, Mudclaw, and Darkstar

In this rewrite, StarClan has been shaken up a lot. In terms of morality, StarClan cares about the preservation of the Clans above all else and is a shifting entity, as old cats fade and younger spirits join. They also keep their godlike aspects from early supporting material, like Code of the Clans. They can strike with thunder, make trees grow faster, craft young kittens, etc.

So sometimes it's possible to piss them off so badly that they do something very emotional.

Ripplestar

He's based on Ripplestar of Code of the Clans, the underrated field guide that everyone should read imo. I'm a big fan of the field guides and I try to weave in a lot of their stories!

In the rewrite he leads rebellions against the other Clans, trying to make room to bring SkyClan home. His actions lead to this part of history being called the Ripple Era.

Eventually this culminates in him attacking the other Clans at a gathering and being betrayed by his adopted brother, Gorseclaw. In fury at his violation of the full moon truce, StarClan smites him dead.

Ripplestar's actions result in the surviving leaders adding three new laws to the Code and generally cracking down on their warriors, a major domino kicked over towards the abysmal state of clan culture during the events of TPB.

Ripplestar hangs out in the Dark Forest with a couple of his old supporters. He's one of the spicier spirits, but really not that bad of a dude if you're not shred-worthy.

Mudclaw

For the narrative I'm writing, I don't do the "if your intentions were good all along, we forgive you :)" type StarClan we see in canon.

It was fine in their eyes to cast doubt on if Onewhisker had lied, but StarClan saw the truth, and Onewhisker did everything in his power to lead his Clan fairly, even trying to negotiate with Mudclaw. He refused, and yet, accepted that they would know the truth when they were able to contact StarClan again. For Mudclaw's uncooperative behavior, StarClan was just annoyed. Not furious. Not damnation-ready.

But then, Mudclaw worked with insurgents in RiverClan and ShadowClan, promising to support them in kind if they helped him become leader. He plotted with them, implying the proud and great StarClan could be fooled by such a stupid and simple trick, and then he tried to kill Onewhisker. The rightful leader of WindClan.

Several cats die in this skirmish, more than canon. He weakened WindClan at a time when it was more important than ever that it have unity. He insulted StarClan itself by taking matters into his own paws and breaking the code. StarClan was furious, and for this, refuses to let him live, dropping the tree on him to prove that he is NOT the chosen leader of WindClan.

StarClan does not care that Mudclaw tries to plead that he thought Onewhisker was lying; he is blamed for the death of every cat who died that night, and sent to the Dark Forest.

Darkstar

After the deaths of Birchface, Flowerpaw, Mapleshade's kits (appearing as the adults they were supposed to become; Patchpool, Larchface, and Petalstar), Ravenwing, Frecklewish, Appledusk, and finally Mapleshade herself, StarClan is VERY ANGRY.

They try to summon Oakstar and Darkstar to the moonstone right away, but Darkstar leaves god's texts on read so they zap her.

StarClan damns everyone even tangentially related to the incident to the Dark Forest out of blind fury, even sending the lives that Darkstar and Oakstar have lost so far to walk there as punishment. They're given a clear commandment; Protect kittens and never let this happen ever again.

Oakstar does not listen and eventually starts the Crusades that create BloodClan. Darkstar aces the assignment with flying colors and creates the Queen's Rights.

Oakstar goes to the Dark Forest for failing this so hard. Darkstar gets to go to heaven and also a lollipop.

#Bonefall Rewrite #Darkstar's Commandment #Darkstar #Oakstar #Mudclaw #Onewhisker #Ripplestar #Dark Forest

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sunsetstarving · 2 months ago

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ok so i think because of a lot of things all at once i am… slowly reentering my creative self and WOW it has been a wild few weeks just for that alone but anyway

have been playing So Much minecraft and reading marvel comics like that is pretty much my whole life rn (living the eight-year-old boy life i was meant to). and a lottt of my minecraft playing right now is just making a huge-normous map lmao (which, side note coral reefs my beloved wow boating over those at night makes me just like wow!! the world is beautiful!! and it is literally not even the world). but so last night honestly idk what nuerons fired but ig im making a world map for an.. entirely new world? and ofc thinking about life on that planet etc etc.

tl;dr i think im doing my own world building finally. but HOW do you not do all of it all at once. part of me is going “what if you just focused on Part of this planet” except i dont know if i can do it like that?? like instead of building the story out from a characters im finding it much easier to instead build the world around them first (thank you sims?? ig?? cannot ever play that game fully because i never know what to do after i finish building the house 💔). and then. play around w some people in this world like dolls or something until there is a story

unfortunately because of this i dont feel like i can go into one specific area of the map, like ursula leguin does (which, lets be honest, shes where this is all coming from). i am finding myself needing to know how planets are formed and how sun exposure changes climates over time and how tectonic plates move which i fully may never need for this in the end but i need to know it so that i can properly organize the climates and uh well. biomes for lack of better word lmao. but also at the same time im already figuring out the culture and its like… can i just focus on one at a time 🧍

and like. thinking about turning this into an actual story because i finally caught up on the penumbra podcast and i fear they have yet again rewired my brain or at least relit a flame. or like. the final domino fell? mixed metaphors something something a culmination of all the things ive been doing lead me to this moment

TL;DR (for real this time) my brain is going alllll over the place like a bajillion miles an hour in all directions and idk man i just wish i could simplify it all a little bit except that i am a detail hoarder and it all feels equally as important as the other thing so its just this big wall of Things how do you do it

ffs that is a whole essay rip bro 🫡

HELLO. it has been many weeks all i have to give u is a face reveal literally me after my physics exam ->

AHAHA WORLDBUILDING. U HAVE UNCOVERED THE GOLD MINE it's so much fun and so complex and so Much. in general. how is it going dude i love worldbuilding tell me about the biomes and tectonic plates literally any time... imo culture and climate affect each other equally in worldbuilding like you can go with vibes of the culture first and then build from there and keep going or u can start with the climate and go what kind of people would live here but usually it is Both at the Same Time and it is. it is a lot. i miss worldbuilding tbh dude this is FANTASTIC for you <3

#asks #winter tag :)#dude ive been watching teen wolf i'm like. halfway through s3 right now having a fantastic time

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milarqui · 2 years ago

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Scarlet Lady: Evillustrator

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Marinette was surrounded by Stormy Weather and Lady Wifi! She looked around, but she couldn't find any way out!

“HELP!” she shouted.

“AHAHAHA!” both Akumas evilly laughed. No help would come to their future victim this time!

“HA!” a young man, wearing a striped shirt, thin pants, and a domino mask, laughed, landing next to the group.

“Super Nathan?!”

“Oh no!” the Akumas shouted, knowing that their defeat was now at hand.

And, indeed, as soon as Marinette managed to get away, Super Nathan encased the Akumas in an indestructible barrier, preventing them from doing more evil!

“NO!”

“Oh, Super Nathan!” a smiling Marinette said, rushing to hug her hero. “I love you!”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Super Nathan said, returning the hug of his beloved Marinette.

“You're amazing and totally write me in character!”

“Drawing in my class again?”

Nathaniel was suddenly pulled out of his daydream, as Mlle. Mendeleiev grabbed his notebook and shoot it up.

“Go show the principal your scribbles and see how he likes it!”

“S-Sorry,” he meekly apologized. Grabbing the notebook back, he morosely began to walk towards the door – but he was so deep in his own mind that he didn't see where he was stepping, and tripped over Mylène's bag.

“AH!” he shouted, as the contents of his bag began to spill – and his notebook flew away, only to get snatched by Chloé.

“Ooo, look Sabrina! He drew himself!” Chloé said in a mocking tone, loud enough to be heard everywhere in the classroom. “As a superhero, saving Marinette! He's totally crushing on her!”

“These are really good,” Sabrina noted, much to Chloé's confusion.

“What's with that reaction?” I'm trying to dish out some sick burns, and you just compliment this rubbish?

“GIVE THAT BACK!” Nathaniel shouted, and grabbed the notebook – but Chloé, either because she didn't have the time to move or out of pettiness, kept holding onto the last page he had drawn, and it got ripped.

Nathaniel's face when he saw Chloé had just ripped his drawing was very much out of place when it showed up.

“That's enough, Nathaniel, OUT!” Mlle. Mendeleiev ordered.

“Ooo, girl, you've got an admirer!” Alya said, while Marinette bashfully looked around.

“I–I guess! He didn't deserve to be outed like that, though,” Marinette replied.

Nino then began to hear the sound of something cracking just next to him, and looked down to see that Adrien had snapped his tablet pen, while he looked with way too much interest at Nathaniel. He thought he could actually see the daggers flying out of his friend's eyes.

I know you like Marinette, dude, but this much?

----

“Hm, isn't it rather early for this?”

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he said, trying to dismiss the young boy's curiosity. He had just never thought about someone getting Akumatized this early in the day. “Oh, a Chloé Bourgeois grudge! Those are fun!

----

Class was about to be done, and honestly most of the class was eager for it. Mlle. Mendeleiev might know a lot of sciences, but she was a slavedriver when in the lab.

“Now, I'll be assigning groups for your physics reports,” she declared, just a few minutes before the end.

Everyone groaned. The reports for this class were always hard to deal with, because the teacher was very much willing to dock you points for minor details.

“Adrien, Nino, and Alya,” the teacher said, and the boys turned to each other, giving a fistbump.

“Awesome!” Adrien said.

“Lucky!” Nino replied.

“Ehh.” Alya was not so convinced about it.

“Sabrina, Chloé, and Marinette.”

Marinette promptly slammed her face on the table.

“Unlucky...”

This, she knew, was going to be a nightmare and a half.

----

The last class of the day, P.E., was done, and now Sabrina found herself in an issue.

“Forget it, Sabrina! I don't have time for some stupid report! I'm busy!”

Because Chloé, once more, was unwilling to do one iota of her share. Normally, she wouldn't have minded... but as of late she had realized that she shouldn't have to bow to Chloé's whims. Doing that for years had never been worth anything.

“That's what you always say!”

And perhaps it was time for a change.

“What's going on?” Marinette asked, approaching.

“None of your business!” Chloé yelled. Marinette just glared at her before turning to Sabrina.

“Chloé's trying to dump all the work on me again!”

“That's how it's always been!” Chloé yelled, and Sabrina also glared at her.

“Well, what's so important you can't help us?” Marinette asked, feeling at the edge of her patience.

“Like I said, none of your business, busybody!”

----

It wasn't as if they could understand the importance of her work, after all!

Storing all the pics people made of her as Paris' beloved heroine took hours!

----

“Don't forget, Sabrina!” Chloé continued, ignoring Marinette. “Not only am I your best friend, I'm your only friend!”

“That's not true!” Sabrina fired back. “Plenty of people have been there for me when you abandon me or exclude me or hit me! I do have friends!”

Nino and Rose, who had helped her back when Chloé struck her with her tablet.

Alix, who had defended her and got her to join the class during the photo.

Hell, Marinette herself, the one she had helped Chloé victimize, was more of a friend than Chloé!

“This class is kinder and more forgiving than you give them credit for, and I'm done letting you bad talk them!”

Sabrina attempted to tackle Chloé in a fit of rage, but Marinette quickly grabbed her by the underarms and pulled her away from a sweating Chloé.

“Oh-kay, we're gonna go calm down. Chloé, if you want your name on this project, meet us in the library in 5,” Marinette ordered.

----

Needless to say, with Chloé being involved, things didn't begin with a good start.

“Look, Sabrina! I bought a totally stylish Gabriel beret that I promise to lend you if you do my report.”

It was only a couple of minutes in, and Chloé had already missed the point of their previous discussion.

Sabrina, however, had not.

“You never keep your promises,” she accused, causing Chloé to face fault.

“Oh, c'mon!” she complained.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant hairdryer popped into existence, aiming at Chloé's head.

“What the f–” Chloé began, but then she realized that the hairdryer was somehow starting to blow hot air. So she turned and began to run, holding her hair in place, while the oversized device flew behind her. “Aahhhh! NO! MERCY! NOT MY HAIR!”

“HA!” Sabrina laughed. Schadenfraude was strong in her today.

Marinette ducked down and pulled Sabrina with her.

“Um so, wanna finish at my house?” Marinette asked.

“U-huh,” Sabrina agreed. Better not to get involved in whatever Chloé did to be attacked by an Akuma...

----

After hearing the other students about the giant hairdryer following Chloé, Adrien had transformed into Chat Noir as soon as he managed to sneak away. He could actually bet on who had been Akumatized this time, and, as jealous as he felt, he knew Nathaniel had good reasons to target Chloé.

“Things are getting pretty hairy!” he angrily shouted as he jumped at the giant hairdryer.

“Ugh, stop!” Chloé complained. Just like Scar, she didn't have a taste for good puns.

A strong hit with his baton, and the hairdryer peril was no more. Turning around, Chat Noir saw the Akumatized Nathaniel on the library's second floor, looking from behind the banister.

“Hey, you're looking pretty sketchy!” he said. Nathaniel grabbed his pencil and... somehow erased the wall behind him.

“Ugh, I don't have to sit here and put up with your puns,” he declared.

“Hey!” Seriously, two in a row? What was wrong with the world?

Regardless, Nathaniel jumped out of the library, going for wherever he wanted to go, and Chat Noir looked for Chloé... who was now sitting on a couch, acting as if nothing was wrong.

“So, Chloé, any idea why this 'artist' is after you?” he asked, even if he already knew the answer.

“Noooo! Everyone adores me!”

Chat Noir just gave her a deadpan look. Chloé stood up and grabbed his arm, while giving him a smile.

“So, Chat Noir, how good are you at Physics?” she asked. Chat Noir could see it coming a mile away.

“I'm not doing your homework for you,” he declared, seeing something on the table. It had to be the drawing Chloé had been mocking Nathaniel form, only that Chloé had added her 'special' touch by giving the Marinette in the drawing glasses, a moustache and a goatee.

“Then what are you good for?!” Chloé yelled. Just as ungrateful as always. “Just get out if you're gonna be useless!”

She sounded so much like Scar that he really got ticked off.

“You know what? Maybe I will.”

“Great! Best idea you've ever had!”

He didn't have to deal with this, so he jumped out of the window and began to follow any tracks left by the Akuma, while he called Scar.

“Hey, Scar, your so-called 'best friend' is being targeted, you might want to pretend to care for 5 minutes because I'm going to spend my time finding the Akuma,” he said, before hanging up.

----

She was going ahead with getting everything she and Sabrina would need for the project, when she heard something knocking on the window. She figured it was a bird, so she paid it no mind.

Wipe

That was definitely no bird. In fact, she didn't even know how to translate that sound, other than...

“Wipe?”

She turned, and was shocked when she saw the Akuma entering through a hole made in her window.

“Ah, it's you! From the library! What are you–?!”

“I... wanted to see you,” the Akuma said, and if she wasn't so scared, she would have thought he was being bashful.

“Uh, are you here to attack me?”

“No!” the Akuma actually sounded offended. “You're Marinette! You're beautiful and sweet and perfect! I could never hurt you!”

Just next to the Akuma's foot, she could see her trapdoor being lifted, and Sabrina was looking from below, just as scared.

She had to keep the Akuma's attention away from her!

“Wow! Um, that's very... flattering? Thank you.”

The Akuma smiled, and became bashful again.

“So, um. I wanted to ask you something...”

As it turned out, it was the Akuma's birthday – well, that of the boy that had been Akumatized – and he wanted to ask her out. He even pulled out a very artistic invitation card!

“Huh, this is good,” she said. “You know what? I will go to your birthday party!”

“Really?!” the Akuma happily said.

“If you promise not to hurt Chloé.” She may dislike Chloé, but she didn't want to see her injured.

“I promise! Meet me at the Pont de L'Archevêché near Notre-Dame at sunset!”

“S-See you there!” she said, and the Akuma jumped out of the window. That was when Sabrina finally came in.

“Marinette, omigosh!” she said, surprised by everything she had witnessed. “What are you gonna do?!”

“First, I need to figure out how to contact Chat Noir.”

“Marinette, I saw the Akuma fly out your window, are you okay?!”

She blinked.

“Oh, awesome!” Well, that was fast. Remembering her manners, she turned to her classmate. “Chat Noir, this is my friend Sabrina.”

“I remember! You helped when Mylène was Akumatized,” Chat Noir said, and Sabrina just sparkled in joy.

“Omigosh, you do?! I can't believe a superhero knows my name! And you're in Marinette's room!”

Chat Noir scratched the back of his head, and Marinette thought he looked adorable.

“Heheh, well...” he said, “Marinette has experience punching Akumas in the face.”

“I do not!” she tried to deny.

“Oh, that's why you agreed to a date with an Akuma!” Sabrina said. Chat Noir's expression turned thunderous.

“WHAT.”

“I was gonna call you!” Marinette promised. “Somehow...”

----

The two of them tried to do as much work as possible for the project, but soon enough Marinette realized she would have to begin rushing through getting ready for the birthday party. Chat Noir had actually been a sport about it, although Marinette had detected some ugly signs of something about all of this.

Marinette accompanied Sabrina to the entrance.

“Sorry about that, Sabrina,” she apologized.

“It's okay! We got a lot done and I got to meet Chat Noir!” Sabrina cheered. “Day 1 of No Chloé is already amazing!”

----

“HA-CHOOO!”

Great, not only did she have to do her work instead of leaving it in Sabrina's hands, as it should have been, now her nose was leaking.

“This day is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!” she shouted, silently picking the handkerchief Tikki was bringing her.

----

Alix looked around for her friend, but couldn't see him anywhere. She did manage to see Kim and Max, though: they were meant to be in the same group, so maybe they had seen him?

“Have you guys seen Nathaniel?” she asked them. “He was supposed to come to my place after school.”

“Not since this morning,” Kim said, apologetically.

“Great. Awesome. Perfect,” she groaned, wondering what the hell had held Nathaniel up.

They were meant to be celebrating his birthday, damnit!

----

“That's quite the charming scene you're drawing, but don't lose sight of your objective, friend.”

Evillustrator nodded.

“Romancing Marinette.”

“Incorrect!” Hawkmoth said, annoyed, but he paid him no mind.

“Hey!” a female voice said, and he looked at the source. “Bon anniversaire!”

“Marinette!” She looked so lovely, so wonderful!

----

Chat Noir glared at the scene below.

Marinette was wearing a beret, a jacket over a short dress, leggins under the boots, and her hair held up in two tresses instead of the usual pigtails.

Marinette was always beautiful, but right now...

Dammit, she looks cute! Totally wasted on this guy!

Why couldn't it be him down there instead of the Akuma?

----

“This looks amazing!” Marinette said. The Akuma invited her to his boat and to sit on the bench in the middle, which swayed slowly over the Seine's current. She had to admit it looked romantic, but she would have preferred if it were Chat Noir someone else sitting where the Akuma was. As she watched the Akuma paint musical notes that floated in the air, she went ahead with her question. “So, why is this the first I've heard about your birthday?”

“Huh?” the Akuma absent-mindedly asked, still painting on his tablet.

“You are Nathaniel, aren't you?”

“It's Evillustrator now. I don't like all the attention, so I only tell a few people. Like Alix. And you!” Evillustrator said. “You kept your promise, so I'll keep mine. And I always keep my promises!”

----

“This moron really over here blowing off our birthday plans?” Alix said, groaning into her pillow. “Where the heck are you, Nath?”

----

Now was the moment of truth. She knew it was a risky move, but she and Chat Noir had agreed on the plan, and if she did things right, Nathaniel would be freed soon.

“Maybe I could draw you something?” she suggested, reaching out for the stylus.

She ignored Chat Noir's glare from behind her.

“That'd be awesome!” Evillustrator replied, allowing her to pick the tool.

“NOW!” she shouted, and jumped off the bench as Chat Noir extended his baton, blocking Evillustrator.

“What?!” the Akuma exclaimed, shocked.

“Marinette!” Chat Noir shouted, urging her to run.

“Laughing and mocking me?! Betraying me?!” Evillustrator said, clearly feeling hurt. “You're just like Chloé!”

She knew she should jump off the boat. Keep the stylus away from Evillustrator. Stay away as Chat Noir immobilized him until Scarlet Lady could bother with moving her butt off her La-Z-Boy chair and at least come purify the butterfly and fix everything.

But that comparison cracked something in her mind.

In the blink of an eye, she was looming over Evillustrator, who looked like he was really scared out of his mind.

“O-ho! Care to repeat that?” she said, almost ready to stab him with the stylus.

“EEP!” Evillustrator said.

----

Tikki was not surprised.

Not anymore.

Not that it didn't make her feel angry.

“Don't you have an Akuma to deal with?” she asked.

“Uh, I have a physics project to ignore?” Chloé answered, reading Paris Match, which had Adrien as its cover. “The cat boy will ring me when he catches the stupid thing.”

----

Then, everything went wrong.

Evillustrator managed to kick Chat Noir's baton and hit her, and she lost the stylus in the process.

When Chat Noir shrunk his baton and jumped to attack, Evillustrator grabbed his stylus and managed to create a barrier in the shape of a box, trapping him inside, and then brought it down so it trapped both of them together.

“AH!”

“HA!”

And then, he used his power to erase a hole into the ship.

“I'm taking back my promise! Chloé's getting a lesson she'll never forget!” Evillustrator announced before jumping off the boat, leaving the two of them behind.

Marinette realized she had screwed up. That moment of weakness had cost them their best chance of stopping Evillustrator before it was too late. And now... Chat Noir looked like he was at the edge of a nervous breakdown, holding his baton as if to keep the walls from closing in.

“Calm down, Chat Noir!” she tried to help. “Extend your baton upwards!”

“You calm down! This psycho trapped us in a box and left us to drown! Does the air feel thin to you?!”

“Ho-kay! That's a lot to unpack,” she replied. Was Chat Noir claustrophobic?

With a bit of a struggle, she managed to coax her hero into moving the baton as instructed, and when he extended it they were propelled upwards, pushing the box away and allowing them to get back to safe land, while the boat Evillustrator had created began to sink.

“Thanks, Chat Noir!” she said, cheering. “Now you can–”

And then Chat Noir gave her a bear hug, much to her surprise.

“Chat, wha–?” she tried to ask, but Chat Noir interrupted her.

“Too close. That was way too close! I almost lost you again! I can't –”

He sounded so pained. So hurt. So scared.

As he slowly let go, and moved his hands from her back to her face, she looked into his eyes, and she saw, for probably the first time ever, that Chat Noir was actually afraid.

“Chat Noir?” she tried to say, because that sight scared her more than anything she had seen. Yes, even more than what she had gone through when Stoneheart kidnapped her.

“Please, Marinette. Promise me.”

And then he said three words that stabbed her heart like an icicle.

“No more Akumas.”

She wanted to say no. She wanted to keep helping. She wanted to help keep him safe!

But... she couldn't bear to see that pain in his eyes any more.

She knew he was asking this for her own safety.

And, as painful as it was...

“I... I'll try.”

“Thank you.”

… she promised.

----

After making sure she was alright, Chat Noir ran for Le Grand Paris, which was obviously Evillustrator's next target, and Marinette just watched him go.

“Chat Noir...”

“You two mean a lot to each other.”

She shook up as a gentle voice spoke behind her.

“Ah! You startled me!”

The voice belonged to a man of Chinese ancestry, with brown hair, a moustache and goatee, and a jacket and trousers of good quality. There was something about him that prickled at the edge of her memory, but she wasn't sure what.

“It can't be easy, being in love with a superhero.”

“'Love'?! No, I'm not in love with–!”

Then she realized it.

The feeling of his arms around her.

His cheerfulness whenever they spoke.

The beating of her heart when he smiled at her.

The fun they had back when M. Pigeon struck.

How they had worked together when she was Maotif.

Every time he called her 'my Princess'.

Every time he kissed her hand.

The day they met, at the Parc des Princes.

The day he clutched her from the jaws of death, at the Eiffel Tower.

He...

“Oh.”

He was her Chat Noir.

She was in love with Chat Noir.

“OH.”

The shock of this epiphany made her already present blush spread, and forced her to sit down, as she dealt with it all, by pushing her face into her legs, trying to hide both her blush and her tears.

“NonononoNO! I can't be in love with Chat Noir!” she yelled, begged, actually.

“Why not?” the gentle old man asked, as he sat next to her, and she looked at him, crying her heart out.

“Because! That'll make me want to help him more and I just promised I wouldn't!” she said, feeling herself break in pieces. The old man smiled. “I don't want to stress him out because I love him, but I can't leave him to depend on his useless partner because I love him!”

“Why don't I walk you home?” the man suggested, but she shook her head.

“Excuse me, I'm not done spiraling.”

----

It looked like Chloé was finally going to start doing something, but instead she just went on to plan how to excuse not doing her work. Again.

“Chloé, your teacher is never gonna buy your 'traumatized by hairdryers' excuse,” she pointed out, exasperated.

“You're right. An army of hairdryers couldn't dull my beauty.”

And, as always, Chloé completely missed the point of her comments.

That was when the door handles began to jiggle.

“What was that?” Chloé asked.

“I'll check,” she offered. Phasing through the wall, she stealthily made her way to a place where she would be able to see what was going on at the door. Seeing a familiar face, she promptly turned around. “It's the Akuma.”

“Fine, you know the drill.”

----

Evillustrator chose to stop trying to open the door by hand and resorted to his stylus, erasing the door.

“Chloé~ Where are you~?” he sing-sang, looking around for his target.

“Not here, freak!”

“Hey!” Evillustrator said, just barely dodging the polka-dotted yo-yo as it passed by his head.

“Oh, you decided to show up, Scar!” Chat Noir said in a disbelieving tone.

“Obviously!” Scarlet Lady said. “My best friend, Chloé Bourgeois, was in danger!”

“Is that why you almost let her become soup last week?” Chat Noir asked, piercing like a rapier sword.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Scarlet Lady tried to cover up.

Evillustrator decided to act now. The sooner he got that stuff Hawkmoth wanted off them, the sooner he'd be able to find Chloé and get his revenge.

“If you knew anything about Chloé, you wouldn't defend her!”

“Rude!” Scarlet Lady exclaimed, as he sent a pair of giant boxing gloves at them.

Chat Noir whacked the gloves off, destroying them, and turned to Evillustrator.

Bearing the visage of a true predator, growling less like a cat and more like a lion, eager to shed the blood of the one that had threatened his mate.

Despite himself, Evillustrator flinched.

----

As he dealt with the Akuma's illusions, Scar summoned the Lucky Charm.

“Another useless, mundane object,” she complained. Chat Noir looked and saw it was a bouncy ball, with the same colors as every other Lucky Charm that had been summoned, and he knew what to do.

“GIMME THAT!” he shouted, snatching the ball off Scar's hand.

“HEY!” she complained. He didn't care.

And, as he readied his shot, he poured his rage into it.

This Akuma had put him in the box, and that made him angry.

But he had tried to kill Marinette.

The one safe port in the shitstorm that was his life.

The girl he loved more than himself.

Evillustrator made him furious.

He fired the ball.

“AGH!”

He hit him straight in the face, and he dropped the stylus, which broke when it fell to the floor, freeing the butterfly.

And, as the costume covering Evillustrator vanished, restoring Nathaniel, the tablet had the time for one last message before vanishing.

K.O.

He took a deep breath. He couldn't take his anger for the Akuma on Nathaniel, whose only 'sin' had been to like Marinette and to be embarrassed by Chloé ripping his drawing.

“... yaaaaay, we won,” Scar commented.

----

The next day was meant to be like any other day, but being the aftermath of not just an Akuma attack, but one that had ended hitting her close, Marinette knew it wouldn't be a normal day.

Which was proven when she arrived to school.

“So, what happened when the Akuma got there?” Alya asked, filming Chloé, since she had been the victim (and cause, not that the latter would ever admit it) of Evillustrator.

“Well, Scarlet Lady handled it perfectly while Chat Noir wrecked my room!”

“Geez,” she muttered, angry. She knew what that meant in Chloé-speak: Scarlet Lady did nothing while Chat Noir stopped the Akuma, and then the former just took all the credit.

“Hey, Marinette,” Adrien said, closing her locker door.

“AH! ADRIEN!” she yelled, putting her hand over her bumping heart, trying to calm down. “You scared me! How'd you sneak up on me like that!?”

“I have my ways,” he said, smiling. She closed her eyes halfway.

“... were you hiding in that locker?” she asked, suspicious.

“... noooo?” he answered, looking aside. Marinette wasn't fooled at all.

“Omigod, you were.”

----

Adrien decided he had to switch the conversation before Marinette began to think him a fool.

“So, I hear you had another Chat Noir encounter~” he said. Marinette was usually full of praise for his hero identity, so maybe he could find how she felt after yesterday's events.

“Yeah! It sucked!” she replied, beginning to cry.

That was not what he was expecting.

“Oh God! Why?!”

“I promised to stay out of Akuma fights!” she said between sobs.

Oh, crap, he had to fix this somehow!

“Isn't that a good thing?!”

“No cuz now Chat Noir has no one to rely on because Scarlet Lady is the worst!”

Oh, great, he had made her sad! Bad Adrien!

He gently pulled her into his arms and patted her head, trying to calm her down.

“I'm sure he appreciates your sacrifice,” he said, but that didn't seem to convince the still grumbling Marinette.

Welp, he would enjoy it as best as he could. Hopefully, she would see things his way.

----

Nathaniel watched Adrien console Marinette from afar. He didn't know what the hell had happened yesterday, but hopefully he had done nothing wrong.

“You're not gonna talk to her?”

“AH!”

“Well?” Sabrina asked, giving him a small smile.

“I'm... worried I might've hurt her,” he confessed.

“You were pretty calm for an Akuma. From what I saw,” Sabrina calmed him down.

“Really?”

“Yes, you very calmly asked Marinette out to your birthday party, alone, just the two of you,” she teased him.

He dropped to the ground and covered up his burning face.

“Ughhhh, leave me here to die,” he begged, embarrassed.

“Nathaniel!” someone else shouted, yanking his scarf.

“AH! Why does this keep happening?!”

“Where the hell were you?!” Alix angrily asked. “You ditch me and then don't answer any of my texts?!”

“Alix, I was an Akuma,” he explained.

“Ooooh!” She offered a fist bump, which he answered to. “Welcome to the Birthday Akuma Club!”

“You guys need therapy,” Sabrina noted, going to her locker to put her things in.

“Sabrina~!” Chloé said, suddenly appearing with the beret from yesterday in hand. “I'm sure you've heard of the trauma I had to endure. You understand I couldn't possibly work on the project!”

Seeing it for a white flag, Sabrina accepted the beret and decided to give her another opportunity.

“Alright, alright. You did have a hard time, I guess.”

She ignored Chloé palming the eyedropper out of eyesight.

“I knew you'd understand,” Chloé said, and she hugged the beret.

“But this is the last chance, Chloé,” she stated.

“Yeah, sure, whatever!” Chloé replied.

Somewhere in her inside, she knew that Chloé would waste it. She didn't know how, why, or when... but she was going to throw her last chance to the dustbin.

----

“Hmm... the Ox may be hard for a teenager to hide,” Fu noted, observing the open Miraculous Box. Those two empty holes, belonging to the Butterfly and the Peacock, hurt, but nothing could be done yet. Not until Hawkmoth was finally found.

“You're sure about this, Master?” Wayzz, his faithful companion, asked.

“I understand your concern after the last time, Wayzz, but I am certain now,” he replied. “She's proven several times that she has the makings of a hero.”

“Okay...” Wayzz accepted, before giving him a look. “You're not going to put it in her purse again, are you?”

“NO!”

----

Vanisher

@zoe-oneesama Hoping I made honor to the scene where Chat Noir asks Marinette to stop risking her life.

Also, end of Season 2, just before Gorizilla ended! Only 26 episodes away from reaching the comics!

Hope you guys liked this, because, remember, next chapter is the debut of our favourite heroine!

#scarlet lady the novel #scarlet lady #milarqui #fanfiction #long post #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #end of season

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foxydivaxx · 6 months ago

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Yugioh Pretty Little Liars Style Chapter 3

FLASHBACK

"Wait, let me get this straight. So Amber caught Ami with Theodore in the locker room, pants down and all?!" says Yuma. The others snorted with laughter whilst Yami nods. "That's what Amber said but then again, why would anyone even trust a word she says? Afterall she is a gossip." says Yami.

"Right." says Yusei with a nod. "Anyhow..." says Yami, flicking his hand in a dismissive manner. "That's their headache. Could care less what those bitches do with their damn lives. They can go contact some disease for all I care. Though they better not come around my end else I'll sue."

The others snorted with laughter at that statement. At that moment, some blonde chick in a blue dress storm into the hallway and stands in front of the boys, hands on hips. Yami glares at her. "Can we help you?" he says in a nonchalant attitude.

She rolled her eyes and says in an irritable manner, "I would like to speak with you in private." she says through gritted teeth. He rolled his eyes. "Fine." With that, they both walk away to an empty classroom.

Once inside, she begins to spill. Needless to say, Yami's eyes widened in shock. "You don't mean it?" She nods grimly. "Trust me. It's that bad." Yami sighed and then thinks for a bit. "It seems that we have to speed things up."

END OF FLASHBACK

Alexis Rhodes smiles sadly as she pats her belly. Why she even agreed to marry her current husband is beyond her.

Sure family business and stuff but still she could always enjoy a little thrill every once in a while. At that moment, her phone rings. Upon seeing the Caller Id, she smirks and picks it up and says, "Was wondering when you would call."

The caller on the other line had a deep baritone. "Ready for your next assignment?"

Yugi slips his hands into his pockets as he takes a walk along the streets. At a glance he appears innocent but those that know him know that that was far from the corrupted him and the others no doubt about that but there are others that were worse than his brother.

But then again what does one expect from them when their parents were either abusive, negligent and irresponsible or heck all of the above.

Every kid in Domino has a story to tell in regards to their families. Oh he has heard a lot of shit and it isn't pretty.

"Hey Yug." He stops in his tracks and gasps as soon as he comes in contact with a tall blonde dude with brown eyes. "Joe?!" The blonde smirks and walks over to him.

"Been a while huh Yug?" he says. Yugi who was completely out of words simply nods. He and Joey were childhood friends and back then they often got up to all sorts of mischief with Yami's encouragement.

"Still, you are back." Yugi says. Joey nods. "My parents recently got divorced so dad brought me back here with him.

"Oh...sorry about that."

"Heard about Yami. You ok bro?" Yugi shakes his head. "I will never be ok?" Yugi replies. Joey sighs. "Reminds me of what happened to Serenity back then." Years ago, his younger sister Serenity was killed in a car crash.

"Man life sucks." says Yugi. The blonde nods. "Say, lets go hang like ol' times?" For the first time in years, Yugi manages to smirk. "Oh yeah!"

Meanwhile Seto Kaiba walks into his room after a busy day out. "Hey Seto." The boy in question whips around and smirks as he comes face to face with Jaden who was lying down seductively on his bed.

"How have you been Jay?" Seto asks as he walks over to the bed and sits beside his lover.

Jaden crawls over to Seto and sits on his lap. "I need my sugar fix now," he says. Most people aren't aware of the secret affair Seto, Yami and Jaden had back then.

Seto chuckles. "Oh you will get that babe." He pulls the other closer to him and kisses him passionately.

Meanwhile Yusei heads into his room with a glass of orange juice in hand. Ever since he checked into rehab following the aftermath of Yami's death, he had been struggling to stay sober. If anything, they all had their individual demons to deal with.

He stops as soon as he sees a brown envelope. "Who left this there?" There isn't a name prompting Yusei to open the envelope and empty the contents onto the bed. What he finds is some medical report and a note from Y which says:

I know what you did last summer

-Y

Yusei goes through the medical report and gasps. "Da Fuck?!"

Elsewhere Yuya hums as he prepares for a nice shower. "God I feel so yucky right now." He soon gets in the shower and cleans himself up. The boy is so lost in his world that he does not notice anyone behind him.

He whips around and lets out a bloodcurling scream, blood splattering everywhere.

That same night, Marik Ishtar growls as he types away on his laptop. If he doesn't submit this report by tomorrow. He soon sees an email notifìcation and clicks on it. Upon seeing the contents, he gasps. "Holy Shit!"

#yugioh #yami yugi #yugi mutou #seto kaiba #jaden yuki #marik ishtar #yuya sakaki #yuma tsukumo #yusei fudo

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queennicoleinboots · 5 months ago

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Patches Goes Shopping, part 1

I was driving Patches to the grocery store, and she was in the front seat staring ahead thoughtfully. Someone cut us off on the main road, and Patches growled. I was not happy with being cut off, either, so I played “Hoes” by Ying Yang Twins, “Move Bitch” by Ludacris, and “Falcon Punch” by DarthSydePhineas.

“FALCON PUNCH! FALCON PUNCH! FALCON PUNCH! Bitch! Whoosh! FALCON PUNCH! BITCH! FALCON PUNCH!” DarthSydePhineas rapped on the car radio: https://youtu.be/TCub46w--cM?si=dKYBFH_PjNRZcWRD.

Patches was punching the air to the song. It helped me cope with the terrible drivers on the road.

“Move bitch get out of the way bitch get out of the way!” DarthSydePhineas sang with Ludacris on my track.

“Did you know that Ludacris is a normal person now?” Patches asked.

“I heard it, but I don’t believe it. Ludacris always seemed like he was going to be Ludacris,” I said.

“Apparently not,” Patches said. “He is no longer Ludacris. Ludacris is dead.”

I pulled into the grocery store and parked. I then turned to Patches and shouted, “HWHHHAT?!”

“Yep. Ludacris as we knew him is dead,” Patches said as she undid her seatbelt. “But Lil’ Jon is still bumpin’.”

“That’s a relief. If Lil’ Jon ever becomes normal, the world would implode,” I said.

“It’s two inches away from it anyway,” Patches said as we both got out of the car to shop for food.

“True. I REALLLLLLY don’t know how much more I can take,” I said. “To say that I am fed up with the current prices of food and the economy being a toilet party is a complete understatement.”

“My cat ass can’t take that much more bulllllllshit, either,” Patches said as she and I entered the grocery store.

All of a sudden, DarthSydePhineas’s classic hit, “This Is For My Channel, Bitch,” came on the grocery store’s radio: https://youtu.be/CKblpOEIDn8?si=e4Lwp3LCMe-6FuDB. Some wild techno video game music played in the background. The youth of America danced around while they shopped for essentials because that’s all they could ever fucking afford.

“This is for my taco, bitch!” Patches shouted.

“There’s no fucking ham, dude,” I retorted.

“At least there isn’t Domino Pizza in these tacos,” Patches said.

“Ewww it’s Dominos!” I said as I picked up some Romaine lettuce.

“This is for my taco, bitch! This is This is This is This is This is! This is for my taco, bitch! Mrrrow!” Patches shouted as the song ended.

The next song that played was “Two Big Djinn Tig Knif-fies!” by Chef Darth Phineas: https://youtu.be/TOdfmxvskDg?si=1mz1GYUZ2PozsRKe. This was the rap name for Phineas Bernstain when he went to culinary school during his rap career. It was the most appropriate song this grocery store ever played. Patches was dancing down and dirty while she and I were picking tomatoes, peppers, olives, tomatillos, onions, celery, spinach, and basil.

“That’s how it works. What the hell? Is Jasmine in the knife?” Chef Darth Phineas asked over the intercom. Some other dude was talking bullshit in the background.

“I am all right,” Jasmine answered over the intercom.

“Yep. She’s in the knife,” Chef Darth Phineas said before jive turkey beasts played loudly over the intercom.

“We’ll kick those tomatoes’ asses with a fucking knife. Those bitches got pwned with your fucking knife!” Chef Darth Phineas sang. Music played loudly!

“Oh shit here they come! Fuck those motherfuckers! Chop those motherfuckers with a knife!” Chef Darth Phineas rapped.

“Do you need a new knife, Xara?” Patches asked.

“Come to think of it, yeah,” I said.

We grabbed the knife after we finished shopping in the produce section.

“The macaroni is in the next aisle. Let’s grab it,” Patches said.

“How many boxes of Annie’s Mac N Cheese do we need?” I asked.

“A lot. At least 10 or 11. Maybe 15. Count Vanilla Manilla, Kings Chocolate-covered Gummy Bears, Captain Asshat, Captain Sims, King Bruce Ace, Pauno, Lindsay, Nugget, Prince Carrington, Jaybird, Mikel Cerka, Zerral Kane, Lorin the Goat, Captain Paul the Goat, Dib Sherma, Miranda Johnson, Queen Megen, Queen Bartholema, and a lot more people. Count Vanilla Manilla also called DarthSydePhineas to perform at the party,” Patches said with excitement.

I was pulling boxes of macaroni and cheese off the shelf like it was going out of style.

The next song to play on the intercom was “Muh Bills” by DarthSydePhineas: https://youtu.be/HycOWFERaYs?si=J9ckTjhTFYs6Rft8. “I NEED THAT MONEY! I REALLY REALLY DO! I NEED THAT MONEY!” he rapped.

A beautiful piano score played, and customers began using coupons like mad. The Grinch tore open a magazine looking for coupons.

Patches was dancing as we headed toward the taco shell aisle. We were loading the cart with boxes of taco shells and tortillas.

“Hello, everyone. My name is DarthSydePhin. I need that money. I need that money! To pay my bills!” DarthSydePhineas said on the intercom.

Another customer checked out. Then we bought ten pounds of 90/10 ground meat.

“Stupid Fucking Trolls. I was just want to chill,” DarthSydePhineas rapped. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

The freezers then sang, “50 bitch here!” then turned themselves up.

“Let’s get the cheese,” Patches said.

“Put your hands in your hair!” DarthSydePhineas rapped on the intercom.

“50 bit bitch! 50 bitch here!” the customers rapped. “Put your hands in the air!” They each spent $50 on a bit of groceries. One customer spent $50 on nine bags of chips. Inflation is a 50 bit bitch.

“Put your hands in the air!” DarthSydePhineas rapped.

Everyone put their hands in the air for a second before resuming their daily activities. We have to account for the transgender customers that were trying to take over the store.

We arrived at the shredded/sliced cheese aisle. Then Patches and I grabbed 50 pounds of various cheeses.

“I need that cheddar! I really really do! I need that cheddar!” Patches and I rapped together.

A mouse was playing piano, and a rat was mixing the soundtrack. I was in a gray mouse costume.

“I need that cheddar,” Patches started to rap. “I really really do I need that cheddar.”

Circular blocks of cheddar cheese fell from the ceiling and made huge ‘thud’ sounds and made the floor crack. I was dancing around the cheddar. Then I fell through the floor.

“I need that money. I really really do. I need that cheddar,” Patches rapped. “I really need that cheddar. I really do. I really really do. I need that cheddar.”

A giant block of cheddar crushed us.

“I really need that cheddar. I need that cheddar! That cheddar! That cheddar!” Patches rapped as her head stuck out of the cheddar wheel.

The music slowed down.

“Ahem,” Patches cleared her throat. “Hello, everybody. It’s Patches Peterson. I need that cheddar. To make those tacos. Taco mac. Taco mac dip. Taco dip. Stupid Fucking Mice, man. I just wanna eat. I rock back and forth on the Cheese and Corn-Axis. Tip me, so I can catch up on food taxes. Making large stacks, refunding cheese trays, and my growl sounds like Mrrow Mrrow Mrrow.”

The sounds of cats growling was in the background.

“Mozzarrella, Gorgonzola, 50 bucks here! PUT YOUR PAWS IN THE AIR!” Patches shouted.

DarkSydePhineas sneezed in the background.

“Provolone! Colby Jack! Cheddar Jack! PUT YOUR PAWS IN THE AIR!” Patches shouted.

The music played for a split second before Patches rapped again.

“I need that cheddar. I really really do. I need that cheddar… I-I really need that cheddar!” Patches rapped.

“DAYUM! You got fucked up!” I shouted.

“I really need that cheddar. I need that cheddar. I really really do. I need that cheddar,” Patches rapped.

“SIS YOU’RE NOT GETTING THAT CHEDDAR!” I shouted.

Patches danced before she continued, “I really need that money!”

“Sis, it’s fucked up that you’re getting stalled,” I said. “Damn. Ya killed both of them. And left!” I started laughing. “And then you spectate. What in the world?”

“I really need that cheddar. Really need that cheddar. I need that cheddar,” Patches rapped. “That cheddar. That cheddar. I want to have cheese wheels. No distracting meece.”

Mice were running around the creamery.

“No bathroom breaks. Playing Double You Double You Cheese. Relaxing cheese saunas. Of Cheese Fighter 3. It’s like I have my fridge back from 20-21. American. Wisconsin. Nacho Cheese. Put your paws in the air,” Patches rapped.

Nugget barked. Somehow, he followed us to the creamery.

“Barky Cheese here. Cheesy bark there. Swissy Blue Cheese. Pepper Jack Cheese. Put your paws in the air,” Patches rapped.

Nugget barked a series of barks.

“I need that cheddar. I really, really do. I need that cheddar!” Patches rapped as her head bobbled in an exaggerated manner.

I thought her head was going to fall off her body.

“I really need that cheddar. That cheddar! That cheddar!” Patches rapped as her body exploded.

“How are you dead?” I asked.

Patches then had DarkSydePhineas’s body and continued to laugh and rap, “I need that money. I really really do. I need that cheddar. I really need that cheddar.”

“This is the definition of trolling. You know, I’m good,” I said.

Fish then started swimming in the cheddar. One fish bit my ass. Another fish bit a King Chocolate-covered Gummy Bear’s ass. That King Chocolate-covered Gummy Bear was my bear.

“This fish actually trolled me. I can’t get out. This song glitched on me,” my bear said.

“I guess we’re doing fish and ground beef taco mac,” I said.

“Yup!” Lil’ Jon from the East Side Boyz said.

We discovered that Lil’ Jon was normal, and the world imploded. The creamery reverted back to the grocery store.

Fish and ground beef landed in our cart. There were 10 pounds of ground beef and 10 large fish in our cart.

Patches turned into DarkSydePatches. “There is no way you know my healing powers. You’re clearly from another world. You’re not even healing. People keep destroying your fucking pylon. You’re playing Hatari. You are not placing pylon.”

“You’re at the shore. Look at this. This fish at the shore. These fish are on crack today. Ow!” my bear shouted.

“Why would you place that fish there?” DarkSydePatches shouted.

The dogs barked. A pitbull mix, a pure black Labrador, and a German shepherd chased everyone at the store.

“What are we doing? Let’s check out the map. Why does this happen? I can go in reverse. I can’t. This world is bugged out. Five miles an hour. Look at this. I gotta go in reverse. This is garbage. What happened? Give me some pole. I’m in the middle of the lake. There’s no way it’s this buggy! This is dumb. I don’t know where I’m going. I wish I could zoom out. I’m gonna hit a bridge. Might be stuck GOLLY! This boat is GARBAGE!” my bear bitched and sighed. He hit a bridge.

“My hands hurt,” I said while laughing.

“My eyes are burning. This is dumb,” my bear said.

“Hell yeah!” DarkSydePatches shouted. “I got hit by a boat. I got by the goddamn mouse!” She flew across the lake near a mouse that happened to be in a paddle boat. That mouse looked like it came straight out of a Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme book.

A bunch of customers were hooping and hollering. They were screaming out of excitement.

“I’m going South. I guess this way is South. How dumb is this? I’m serious look out how dumb this is. I actually don’t know. There’s an arrow. Where’s the compass?” my bear asked.

The song stopped, and we all just went to the checkout. I was done shopping and just wanted to make Taco Mac for Vanilla Mac.

#family #fiction #youtube #love #animals #hatari #party

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foxingpeculiar · 6 months ago

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FF7 R&R:

Okay. I beat Remake. So tomorrow (probably), I'll play the Intermission DLC with Yuffie, and then it's Rebirth time.

So, just kind of going through my notes, beginning with leaving Wall Market to head up to Shinra HQ.

First, that must be a helluva motor on those grappling guns of theirs. I know it's a "just go with it" kind of thing, like how Cloud is apparently able to jump like 50 feet in the air and... physics just generally works by anime logic. But I dunno. It feels so... tactile and realistic, especially in comparison to the original, in so many ways, that the anime physics stuff kind of stands out for me. It's not a dealbreaker, it's just silly.

I took the stairs up Shinra HQ, because that's what I always do, and it's worth it for the fun banter. Whoo, you really feel all 59 floors in this one though, don't you?

For the most part, I like what they're doing with the characters, including the non-party ones--Scarlett using a dude as furniture, Palmer being a tea-sipping little nebbish, even turning Mayor Domino into a sort of pathetic freedom fighter is a fun touch that feels like it builds on the world in a cool way.

I still don't know how I feel about Sephiroth in this game, though. They did do the creepy blood trail, but it's Jenova blood (I guess?) that's all purple and sparkly but doesn't have the same visceral impact. And that's kind of the whole thing--you're showing the monster too much. He's right there, in your face, from the beginning moments. And like... it's not clear what his nature is. When he's only in Cloud's head and when other people can see him too, and whether any of those appearances are really "him" in a meaningful sense or just projections according to some mechanism that's not yet explained.

It could be so cool! Cos he is a creepy, eldritch, kind of otherworldly thing. He's supposed to be kind of scary! Like, when you come upon the impaled Midgar Zolom in the original, that's such an "oh. shit." moment, cos that thing just kicked your ass eight ways from sunday. "What kind of power does this guy have?!" you think to yourself. (I'm really curious to see if and how Rebirth handles that.) But now, he just kind of shows up and acts sort of creepy, and it's like I've already fought him and won once, even if it wasn't the real him, so he's just not as threatening or mysterious as he should be at this point in the story, y'know?

I remember struggling with the last few fights the first time I played Remake, but this time they all went down pretty easy. I died once to Rollerball because of some depth perception issues with the camera, but other than that, took 'em all first try. Rufus and Sephiroth both pressed me a bit, but it's not bad, difficulty-wise.

The tour through Shinra HQ was pretty fascinating. The corporatized creepyness of all of it kinda got under my skin. And it was an interesting loredump. There are still things I'm curious about--like what Wutai's interest in the war is. But maybe we'll get there as we go.

Man, fuck Hojo. He might be the most evil dude in this thing, and that's saying something. The whole sequence with him and Aerith was just... ugh. Which is exactly what it should be, so good, I guess. It's just... seeing the whole situation depicted in a modern game--which is a lot less abstracted than one from the '90s--whoof. Like, Aerith casually being like "this is where I grew up" and all these kid's drawings in this sterile, hostile room. It's just... it hits harder than it did for me playing the original.

It's interesting to me that we still don't really know much about religious practice in this world. Specifically because Shinra invokes that kind of language, talking about scriptures and the promised land, when discussing the Cetra. And the point the game seems to be making is that they believe in the scripture, but misunderstand it--fatally. By using Mako energy, they're destroying the very thing they're trying to find, but they're--collectively--blinded by capitalism and fascistic power and unable to recognize that.

Which I think is interesting in the context of what Remake is doing specifically with the whole Whispers thing. They're a neutral force--connected to all the same mystical vibes that Aerith and Sephiroth and Jenova are all sensitive to--but they're not aligned with anyone, they existed only to keep the story on the path it was supposed to go down, the plot of the original game.

Except then I destroyed them (I guess? I assume that's what that explosion of sparkly shit meant). And, hey, just as I did, suddenly there's a potentially very significant deviation from the original story when Zack appears, alive. So it's like the story is saying "aha, now we can fuck with your expectations." This feels like a tease about saving Aerith. I feel like it's setting me up to believe I might be able to. Which is why I think I won't. Like, if you changed that, it would fundamentally change the whole story--it wouldn't Final Fantasy 7 anymore. But it shows you "visions of the future" as cutscenes from the original game, and pointedly includes that moment. "This can't be our future" (I think it's Tifa that says that). So what's the point of setting me up to believe that? How is Rebirth going to follow through on that idea? I'm very curious about that, cos I was skeptical about all the Whisper stuff the first time through, but this time it feels more like it's just building to something.

Nanaki is great in this. The part where he "smiles" at Barrett in the truck was a lot of fun. There was a moment that made me wonder... I'm not really clear on how much Aerith knows at this point, about everything that's going on, and how. Like when she stops Cloud and Barrett from attacking him, she says "This child is a friend." And they were both in the lab for a long time, it's conceivable they did know each other. But then there's that whole moment where she reaches out and touches him and something magic kind of passes between them, and the fact that he doesn't speak before that point... the way it's presented made me wonder what, exactly, happened there. How much is she able to intuit and how much does she know from her own direct experience? Especially when she's talking to/about Sephiroth at the end there ("Everything about you is wrong.").

There's a point--and I didn't make a note of what exactly she says, but it's at some point after they're escaping Hojo's trap with the sword-fish-robot thing. Aerith has a line that's like... oh, she knows she's going to die. She's aware she's doomed by the narrative. I wonder.

I dunno, I have lots of smaller stray notes, stuff like:

The PHS terminal in the lab was a nice throwback

Aerith identifying herself as "local florist!" when facing off against Rufus slayed me.

Tifa not wanting to go into the men's room

What does Hojo's lab smell like? They make a big deal of that.

Barrett, of course he was running off to get a gun. C'mon man.

Heidegger almost getting a motorcycle to the face was pretty sweet.

Biggs is alive! Wedge... might not be.

The whole "we gotta go after Sephiroth" moment at the end is so very "...and my axe!" y'know? A tropish fantasy moment.

But yeah. From here, we're in unknown territory.

#personal #video games #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy 7 rebirth

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smileysuh · 3 years ago

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your frat yujae fic was…. WOW. seriously left me speechless but it was so good and i enjoyed it so much! also, mark is barely mentioned in the new fic and i’ve been missing him so i was wondering how he’s been :) is he still with his gf?

!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!

ooof, Mark- I tried not to include TOO much about other chapter girlfriends because while it is an au, i want each fic to kind of be able to be read as a stand alone?

but Mark is definitely still with his sweet baby :(

Lil soft boy makes soft music about his soft girlfriend and soft people buy it to allow Mark to keep up his soft lifestyle aksjkajsak

Ya'll, if there's one thing Mark has proven, it's that he can be the softest, most baby little shit to ever baby- but he somehow just gets through life and things work out for him KASJAKJSAK

like, this is how i see Mark:

#ASJKAJAKJAKAS #maybe not as confident with it like hyuck would be-#you know what? both of those dudes could be domino #SAKAKLAKLAS #*dont make xmen kpop fanfic don't make xmen kpop fanfic*

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 4 years ago

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outsider pov deancas, 2.4k, based after the good finale. for @bloodsigilsandpie <3

"it's happening."

natasha returns to the kitchen, her otherwise suppressed glee betrayed by the glint in her eyes as she declares to the entire room. "they're on a date."

chloe's the first to react, or rather, the spoons in her hand that promptly drop back into the foam are. "no way."

"way." farah rushes close to natasha, gushing. "did they tell you?"

natasha sniffs, depositing the plates in the sink with her back turned to her eager audience.

"do you think they told me?"

she doesn't wait for an answer, turning around and leaning back against the counter.

"of course they didn't tell me. but i," she smirks. "i could tell."

"oh, you could tell." hutch repeats mockingly, and a few others snicker. "nat, we're talking about the trenchcoat dude who never smiles, and big-car-black-coffee-loyal-to-the-pie guy. no one has ever been able to tell anything with those two. and they don't look anything more than unlikely work friends to me either."

"unlikely work friends don't look at each other like that!" farah chastises immediately.

"fine. unlikely work friends with repressed homosexual urges from the 80's."

"hutch, if you're going to insult my date-dar, do it to my face!" natasha scowls, earning herself another eyeroll and a defensive palms-up gesture from the skeptic sous-chef.

"he literally just did." chloe mutters, ever the devil's advocate, before farah interrupts. she'd always been their resident 'trenchcoat dude who never smiles and big-car-black-coffee-loyal-to-the-pie guy' shipper. there tend to be one of those for all such couples the waitstaff discusses on the regular, really.

"so, how can you tell? what's different?"

"well for one," natasha grins. "trenchcoat dude's not wearing his trenchcoat."

a commotion of gasps come up from arguably most stations of the kitchen — even those who weren't a part of the discussion before.

"is it on the back of his chair? did car-guy help him take it off?" farah instantly pipes up, her eyes wide and hopeful. (hutch and her are the newest waiters, natasha remembers with a midge of distaste. sometimes it's too obvious.)

"no. it's nowhere in sight." she admits, eyebrows raised.

"maybe it ripped." that's hutch.

"maybe he finally realized that thing was doing nothing for him." dallas. everybody knows he's got a thing for trench coat dude though, so nobody bats an eye.

"maybe car-guy told him." chloe shrugs.

"hey, maybe somebody else did." hutch again.

"that's not the point." natasha butts in. "car-guy's better dressed too. i don't know much about old people fashion — chloe, if you don't stop looking at me like that — but i think ascots are supposed to be fancy."

"he wore a what —" several voices echo, and just then, freya enters the kitchen, beaming. (second year at the diner, loads of tattoos, and has a lovely girlfriend at the domino's across the street. natasha likes her.)

"you guys'll never guess what happened."

hutch and dallas sigh in unison, and farah giggles a little. "you won't guess what happened here either!"

"me first. trenchcoat dude and car-guy are on a date."

chloe snorts, picking up two prepared plates of food from one of the side chef's stations, and setting off out the door freya just entered from. important to find a job-gossip balance and all that.

natasha turns to the new informant. "what did you see?"

"car-guy asked trenchcoat what he wanted for dessert." freya beams.

"this just in, men can learn manners." hutch inputs before exiting with his own tray.

"car-guy might always order the pie but it looks mutual!" farah points out indignantly but he's gone already.

nevermind, he'll be back in five.

"and what did trenchcoat say?" natasha asks, ignoring the other two.

"milkshake," freya replies, writing it on a post-it as she says it.

"one shake, two straws." farah gasps. "come on, frey. tell me it was one shake, two straws."

"two shakes, two straws." she scribbles away.

"maybe they're gonna share both." farah quickly supplies.

"nobody does that, farah." dallas retorts, and natasha makes a face at him, not willing to kill the former's hopes just yet. farah tends to get this forlorn look on her face when things go wrong — and it always reminds natasha of her dead cousin.

she clears her throat.

"look, it can be a date without the shared milkshake, people." a few thoughtful sounds come up, the gates swing, and chloe walks back in. "plus, we've still got all the staring, the lingering looks over the menu, the soulful eyefu —"

"but that's everyday, nat." freya sighs.

"it's different today —"

"— you know it isn't —"

"— and i can prove it." natasha finishes, earning herself looks of surprise from almost everyone around. she can, though. the diner's got a valentines discount on milkshakes all month, she can approach them about it. trenchcoat and car-guy don't have to know it's not just for couples. and on the (really, really) offchance that they aren't one, natasha could always just minus the discount from the total anyway and no one would be the wiser.

the idea had just come to her but she was fairly sure she could swing it.

farah had already picked up a tray with two soup bowls and a dish of croutons, but she puts it down, and replaces the to-be-forlornness with excitement. "how?"

"i'll," natasha smirks again. "talk to them."

another round of gasps. in this kitchen, the people were nothing if not dramatic.

this time, freya's the one who asks, "how?"

"well, i haven't waitressed for twelve years just to go about rattling off trade secrets, kids." natasha winks, and a few of them make indignant noises because only about one third of the staff was what could broadly be called new. most of them had been there for years, and were practically a part of her family now. but she picks up her own tray smoothly, conveniently having been slid to her counter just then, and sets off — to an audience of hopeful believers (and dallas)'s matching stares.

(natasha isn't exactly free of the flair for drama she'd just accused everyone in this kitchen of.)

once outside, she makes a beeline for the table her tray is actually for, leaves them it, and quickly heads for the infamous trenchcoat and car-guy table.

this is so going to work.

"so then i cut his —" car-guy stops mid-sentence, spotting her. a part of natasha seethes to know what he 'cut off', but being fodder for the kitchenstaff's are-they-dating games didn't take away their rights to privacy, and she respected those. the car-guy smiles shortly at her. "what's the matter," his eyes flick down to her nametag, flick right back. (definitely a good sign; most men linger.) "natasha?"

she puts on her best smile. "it's about the milkshakes."

"is there a problem?" car-guy eases into a wider smile. "do you not have them, not a single one, and do we have to order pie instead?"

car-guy's partner shakes his head exasperatedly. "dean, i hardly think that's what she'd be here about."

"well, a guy's gotta dream." car-guy — dean — instantly says, and goes back to his burger while trenchcoat speaks up instead.

"what's the matter?"

natasha doesn't let her smile budge. it's a hell of a customer service smile, she's been told. "i actually came here to ask if you would like me to add the date dessert discount on the milkshake. it's an all-february thing. not on all items." she clarifies, a reflexive response for why it hasn't come up before.

genius.

dean looks a little cornered — trenchcoat just looks confused.

"i don't understand." he says, after a moment's pause. "the milkshakes cost less just if dean and i are here on a date...?"

"it's not —" she balks a little at his seriousness. "it's actually not that big of a difference."

"that's...alright." trenchcoat tilts his head, and natasha suddenly realizes she's physically fighting the urge to stare. shit, dallas isn't half-wrong. "but why just milkshakes?"

dean lets out an uncomfortable laugh. "capitalism trying to crap all over the free man's heart and the supremacy of pie not enough reason for ya, cas?"

natasha stifles a smile.

that's actually a good line. maybe car-guy deserves more credit than just loyal-to-the-pie.

trenchcoat — okay, cas, at least while she's out here — still looks a little doubtful (and she has no idea why) but he nods at dean, and then looks up at her and nods again. "add the discount."

natasha has to resist the urge to let her jaw drop.

this entire conversation, she'd practically been sure they were heading towards a rejection of the 'date' clause. and her gut told her they weren't lying either.

well, well. always thrilling to be right.

"and thank you for telling us about it." cas continues, and her practised smile returns immediately. probably a little less obligatory.

"of course."

and dean still looks like he'd rather cut more whatever-he-was-talking-about's off rather than be here right now, so natasha goes to leave. but cas stops her right before she's out of reach.

"excuse me." he's the one smiling this time. "if you're not busy right away, could you tell us what other items are eligible for the february date discount?"

dean facepalms. "come on, dude."

cas gives him a look — and natasha was right, of course she was right, that's not a exasperated 'friend' look. "i'd like to know, dean."

to natasha's knowledge, they've never had trouble paying for anything before (hernandez, she thinks one of their surnames is, she's seen it on a card) but she can't object to 'cas' asking, of course. curiosity is also a well-off man's right.

"why?" dean asks vehemently, before she can start to rattle off the list.

"because," cas answers levelly. actually, he kind of sounds like he's using his dad voice. maybe he is a dad. "i think it's strange that we've never gotten the discount before, while we've been eating lunch here almost this entire month."

it's again hard for natasha to not just stare gapmouthed at them.

"those have been dates." she realizes belatedly and out loud, and receives a weird, distasteful look from dean, and an immediate nod from cas that makes her blurt out, "so this isn't your...first date."

they're dating.

oh, farah was going to lose her mind.

"is that a requisite clause?" cas asks politely, while dean just scrubs his face with a hand.

"no." she tells cas truthfully. "i'm sorry, i just assumed it was. your first, i mean."

"lady, we certainly don't look first date aged to me." dean butts in, not hostile, but like it's something that irks him. "and we've been married four years, so one would desperately hope it's not our first date, y'know."

married.

they're friggin' married.

natasha is an idiot, and her date-dar is probably due for an early retirement.

they've been married for four years.

"i'm...very sorry." she apologizes, mortified. "i had no idea. i —"

"it's fine." this time, dean's smiling, and cas's confused frown is back. it's like they take turns. natasha is almost grateful for it, to be fair, because both those smiles directed at her would've been a helluva lot more distracting. "really doesn't matter. and yeah, sure, add the milkshake discount but don't worry about the list of items." he turns to cas. "just have sam look it up for you when we get home. please."

cas seems to be prepared to acquiesce to that but natasha can't help her own curiosity this time. "is that your son?"

and she's halfway to regretting it the moment she registers having said it, even though thankfully neither of them look too offended. in fact, cas is back to smiling.

"he's dean's brother." cas tells her. "he's the one with jack right now." he pauses. "it's easier because he and eileen live with us."

"yeah, an in-house sitter who doesn't even like going out is really a department we won in." dean grins, solely at cas. as if he's momentarily forgotten all about natasha's presence (that had clearly been making him uncomfortable talking in front of, earlier) in just looking at his husband. natasha sends out a quick pre-prayer for farah. "sucks for eileen though."

"eileen is very happy with your brother, dean." cas chastises, his eyes nothing but affectionate even then, and natasha's head reels with how much she has to tell the waitstaff today.

they're going to friggin' adore her.

"so jack is your son," she confirms, less wary of their reaction to her question now that they looked to have settled into their own silent conversation.

"he's our son, yes." cas replies, simply.

"like, you and him." she flashes a smile at dean.

"us and sam." cas corrects, and dean facepalms again. for her part, natasha can do little more than blink.

"but —"

"it's complicated." dean cuts her off suddenly, and she flinches. he didn't even deny it, just...sidestepped it.

"i — i see." natasha clears her throat, still looking at cas in bewilderment.

cas probably doesn't notice because he's talking to dean again. "it's significantly less complicated than claire's parentage, dean. she has over six parental —"

jesus christ.

"aaand that's enough trivia for date night." dean interrupts loudly again, definitely for the best, because natasha was standing there like a thoughtless statue at this point. his raised voice shakes her out of her reverie, and she vaguely calculates the chances of crashing into a table if she tried to walk away right away.

"i'll," she mumbles instead, drawing in a breath forcefully. "i'll be back with your milkshakes."

"thank you!" cas calls after her as she half wobbles on her heels back to the kitchen.

inside, she puts her empty tray on the metal counter and her hands on both sides of it, bowing her head, and almost immediately ending up surrounded by a plethora of people — most of whom, in normal circumstances, would just have been eavesdropping from their respective stations.

farah's the first to ask, followed by hutch.

"so?"

"what did you find out?"

natasha closes her eyes. "they're married."

this time, the commotion is the largest yet. but she isn't done.

"and every single one of their meals here have been dates." freya pumps her fist, chloe squeezes farah's hand, and dallas tsks under his breath. the 'gallery' watchers appear ready to join in the cheering as well today. but the entire kitchen senses she isn't done yet, and waits fidgetingly for the rest of it.

"and," natasha swallows. "they're almost definitely in a cult."

#destiel #third person pov #casdean #baby jack kline #mentions of saileen #spn crack #bluefirecas #userpris #casthyelle #evermorecastiel #rambleoncas #tearsofgrace #userstarry #holmesemrys #smiledean #oh writing my writing #userdori

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tenthgrove · 3 years ago

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Request : la squadra finding out their new teammate is a woman who pretended to be a man because she was tired of being abused, underestimated, looked down on and treated like an object just because of her gender.

Lady (Looks Like A Dude On Purpose)

La Squadra x Reader, Platonic/Romantic, SFW

Formaggio- Being so loud and occasionally a little intrusive, you were probably very wary of Formaggio when you first joined. Never having had a female teammate before, he tends to treat all new members like one of the lads. His endless questions about your life until this point definitely keep you on your toes, and you nearly slip up with your answers more than once. Finding out the truth certainly has him flustered, but once the shock has faded, he doesn't really treat you any different. At the end of the day, you're still the same person he befriended.

Illuso- He actually came very close to discovering the truth about you while snooping around in the mirror world. While there in your room, he found a chest binder you had left lying on the dresser. Still, he ended up assuming you were probably a trans-masculine person, and outing you on something like that is too shitty even for Illuso's standards. When he learns what is actually going on he feels a little dumb for not considering this possibility, but is still glad he didn't tell anyone about it as you still probably never would have forgiven him.

Prosciutto- Having been in Passione a very long time, he knows full well it's not the best place to be as a woman. When he sees how passionate you are on the issue whenever it comes up, he can do nothing but sympathise. When the truth comes out he is angered to know that you would keep a secret like this from your famiglia, but reminds himself that you're both aware of the risk you would have taken by outing yourself as a woman before this. He lets you know he respects your decision to live as a man, and will make sure the rest of the team does soon.

Pesci- Keeping such a massive secret from the people you were living with naturally made you quite anxious around the team, anxiety Pesci mistook for a kindred spirit. You quickly became friends and felt safe around Pesci due to his somewhat meek behaviour. More than once, you almost confessed to him that you were a woman but chickened out of it. It was him who got the dominoes falling that led to you being caught out- you were injured on a mission with him. He naturally took you back to the team to be treated and being unconscious, you were unable to protest as they removed your shirt to take a look at your wounds. Pesci feels guilty. If only he had been stronger, he could have saved you from being injured and then your secret never would have gotten out.

Melone- Following on from the mission with Pesci, he was the one who actually saw the truth first. Being the medic of the team he was tending to your wounds and thought nothing of undoing your shirt to take a better look at them. He really didn't mean to make such a big deal, but his shocked gasp brought the others over and then they saw it too. After the event he is one of the more curious about your situation, eager to know about your experience and how you managed to pass so well as a man for so long. He helps you talk through the pros and cons of keeping up the act versus going back to your authentic presentation. If you do decide to go back to dressing feminine (whether just around the base or outside of it too) he'll be happy to help you with rebuilding your wardrobe.

Ghiaccio- Personally, he doesn't see this as much of a big deal. Sure, you lied to them, but it was a practical decision and it's not like you, for instance, lied about your stand power or something. What gender you are doesn't matter to Ghiaccio. All he cares about is that you're not an asshole and you're good enough at your job to not be a problem to him. As long as those two conditions are filled, you're fine in his books. In the early days after you're discovered when everyone won't shut up about it, he yells at them until they do. Even if he says he's only doing it because he's tired of listening to them, you appreciate the gesture.

Risotto- After the whole fiasco with Pesci and Melone discovering you had female parts, Risotto sits you down for a chat. He knows that there are several reasons you might have hidden this from them, ranging from having a genuinely male gender identity to a well-misplaced trust of how the men in Passione may treat a female comrade. However, there's also a possibility you were lying about your identity for something nefarious, which is why it's important he clears the truth up now. Once Risotto is satisfied with your innocence, he expresses disappointment that you would continue to hold secrets from your team this long into being with them, but ultimately understands. He respects if you want to keep living as a man in front of the rest of Passione, and appreciates this would probably be the safest option, at least for now.

Sorbet and Gelato- They were onto you for a while before you got outed after that mission. Call them paranoid but they like to do some extra digging into teammates' pasts when they first join, before they welcome them into their friendship group. They found a few pictures and letters that definitely raised an eyebrow, but ultimately they didn't share what they found with the team because everything else they discovered checked out with the story you gave them. When the team discovers it for themselves they are quick to defend you. At the end of the day, you have to put your survival first and you were doing what you thought you had to to keep yourself safe. If anything, it just proofs how smart you are. Just think how good you'll be on undercover missions.

#la squadra #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #formaggio #formaggio x reader #illuso #illuso x reader #prosciutto #prosciutto x reader #pesci #pesci x reader #melone #melone x reader #ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #sorbet and gelato #sorbet and gelato x reader

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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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If you're doing the writing prompts then could you do a dick grayson x reader for 'Betrayal by a lover to the enemy' but it isn't actual betrayal and she's just going undercover?

Warning: cursing, alludes to sexual activity, angst.

You ran as fast as you could on the rafters of the building. If you could just get to the window, you could escape. If luck was on your side, you could leave before Dick ever saw you. Batman, Robin, and Nightwing were fighting thugs down low. Your legs and lungs burned as you moved.

But you weren’t lucky. Far from.

You were yards from the edge when you were yanked to the foot path on your stomach. You groaned and tried to scramble away. Instead you were roughly flipped. Nightwing pinned you down and you struggled to free yourself.

It was all but useless. His legs were on either side of your legs holding them down. Dick’s hands grabbed your wrists and pushed them above your head to the concrete floor. You yelped in pain and wiggled and strained.

“You can’t get away. You’ve been working for Deathstroke. It’s time you get put away,” he said shifting your hold both wrists in one hand. You gasped and shook your head as he moved his hand down to your domino mask.

“No,” you moaned, trying your best to shake him off. It was no use. He was much larger, stronger, and, frankly, madder than you were. You knew you were going to have bruises on your wrist from his tight grip. He was going to know your identity.

Dick peeled the mask off and gasped. He froze but his grip never lessened. His eyes widened and his brow creased in confusion followed by pain. Your lips parted to speak but nothing came out.

“You? No...,” he said completely shocked. “Can’t be. Why... why would you hurt me?”

You had cut him shallowly a few weeks earlier because he got too close. You hated yourself for it but he hadn’t needed any stitches or anything. But at this moment, he probably meant the other pain you had caused, betrayal.

You closed your eyes and looked away. You couldn’t tell him. There was too much on the line. This mission was too secret. Not even Batman knew.

Dick stroked the side of your face and you quickly turned to look at him. “I loved you and you hurt me,” he said and the grip on your wrists tightened. You whimpered.

“You’re hurting me,” you gasped. His grip loosened slightly.

“I can’t believe you. I loved you,” he said and you noted the past tense of his words. This job just lost you your boyfriend. You clenched your jaw to stop from crying. It wouldn’t help anything to speak when you couldn’t say the truth.

“I love you,” you couldn’t help but say. Dick turned away and his jaw clenched in anger. His fingers tightened enough to hurt around your wrist. You whimpered.

“Not when you’re working with him,” he said. Dick reached for his pockets and pulled out cuffs, meta cuffs, and cuffed your wrists to the metal bar on the rafter. The use of meta cuffs showed that he had no trust in you any more. You had never shown any powers.

“You don’t understand,” your voice cracked.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“I- I can’t,” you said, feeling defeated. Dick nodded roughly.

“Enjoy prison. Blackgate is nice this time of year,” Dick said but his usual quip sounded more angry. There was malice and pain in his voice and his eyes looked at you through rage.

“No,” you whispered. You pulled on the cuffs but knew it wasn’t going to help. They could tie up Superman if they needed to.

Dick climbed off of you and stood above you. You could see why Nightwing was an imposing looking hero now. There was no love, no happiness in his face. You were never going to get that back. You yanked at the cuffs with tears coming down your face.

“Don’t bother. GCPD will take care of you,” Dick said coldly.

“Dick, please,” you whimpered. “Please let me go. Please.”

He stared at you with his jaw clenched and face screwed up for a second before flipping off the rafters. You breathed a quick “no” before feeling terribly alone.

It was about a half hour later that police made it up to arrest you. They roughly shoved you in a cop car and to jail. You were placed in general population for 2 hours before finally getting pulled out. You were brought into a private room with the head in charge of the mission.

“What the hell? You make me go to the warehouse and get arrested? You knew they were there. I was identified by Nightwing,” you said bitterly. The officer shrugged.

“Get better at hiding your identity. You made bail and got out,” he said with a shrug. “Your mission is fine. Complete it and you can go back to a normal life.”

“No. I quit. I could have died. What if it was Red Hood and not Nightwing? I could have been shot,” you said furious.

“Sure. Your information might accidentally get leaked to the press is the only issue. And that might get you killed. You know? By Deathstroke,” he said nastily. Your mouth gaped. You were being blackmailed by the police. You understood why people said the police were worse than criminals. You thought they were the same.

“That’s what I thought,” he said with a satisfied sneer. “Get the fuck to a safe house tonight. And get the information on Deathstroke or you might end up dead. Also.... don’t get arrested by a dude in tights. It’s a shit ton of paperwork. Get the fuck out.”

He motioned to the door and you left. It was useless to argue. You should have compromised the mission. Dick should know. You should have told him. But the police would definitely snitch and you’d be on Deathstroke’s kill list and he didn’t get that name for nothing.

You scampered to your safe house where you changed and cried in the shower. You noticed small little bruises around your wrist from Dick and the cuffs. You wanted to call him, tell him what happened but Dick would have found you that way. And you weren’t sure he would believe you and might arrest you again.

Over the next 48 hours, you saw very little. They were worried that you were a snitch since being arrest. But GCPD didn’t seem to care. You got an angry text.

If you don’t have anything new within 24 hours, count your protection as cancelled.

You gulped as you read it. You didn’t want in this anyways. You’d have to be more dangerous, take more risks. It was truly going to be bad.

“Can I come?” You blurted. Deathstroke looked you over and you shivered. His helmet gave away nothing of his thoughts.

“Why?”

“I- I want to learn more. How to be better,” you said.

“You have your training,” he said dismissively.

“But can I come?” You asked. You were wanting to die, hu? No one questioned him. He turned completely back to face you.

“Fine. Clean up duty,” Deathstroke said. You nodded quickly but your heart sank. Clean up duty was usually helping to cut up and burn the bodies and you had been lucky to stay far away from that.

And that’s how you ended up, once again, in the rafters of the same building you have been caught by Dick only 3 days before. You weren’t a superstitious person but this felt bad. Deathstroke was somewhere else waiting for his target. You were watching and reporting. To Deathstroke and GCPD.

You sighted the target. But another worker was with him so Deathstroke didn’t take a shot. This target was a nasty guy. His ex wife’s boyfriend put out the hit and from what you read, you couldn’t blame him. Harassed the wife, hit the kid, and had a domestic violence rap sheet that was long. This guy liked to hit women and children.

As you lay on your stomach on the rafter, you felt a slight movement.

“I guess you like your job?” Dick said. You slowly turned. Your taser was in your hand. “But you didn’t learn your lesson.”

“Are you going to arrest me again,” you said feeling frozen. His jaw clenched again before he shook his head no.

“I should. Why do you do it? Money?” Dick said walking closer. You scrambled to your feet. Your taser was held tight in hand and you slowly backed away with every step he made towards you.

“It’s complicated,” you answered.

“Uncomplicate it. I’d like to know why the woman who slept in my fucking bed was working for my enemy.” He was white hot with rage. Dick sometimes had anger issues he took out on the bad guys he took down. He’d never done anything like that to you. But you weren’t his sweet girlfriend anymore. And his face was terrifying.

“I-“ you wavered on your resolve to the mission. Maybe he could help you.

“You what?” Dick asked and you felt cold metal of the end of the rafters against your ass. Your breathing was erratic.

“I’m-“ you started before pulling out your comms and smashing it in the ground. Dick’s eyebrows rose. “GCPD is blackmailing me. If I don’t get info on Deathstroke, they’ll release my files. He’ll kill me,” you said hanging your head in shame.

Dick froze. Despite his rage, he still loved you. He searched your face for a sign of lying but found none. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you. Got you out. Goddamn it! I have so many connections. You didn’t trust me?” He finished with a realization. Dick looked over at you with a sad frown.

“I know your work is your life. I just... I just didn’t know. Dick, I fucked up,” you said miserably walking towards him. The distance felt so far away. He started backing away this time. “I love you.”

“Don’t,” Dick said and you stopped. Enough people had stolen his consent. You weren’t going to. “I can help you. But this,” he motioned between you both. “I don’t know.”

“Dick,” you whispered, half a second from crying. He shook his head and another step back. A week ago he looked at you so in love and now? He had a stony pained look. It broke your heart. You broke his heart.

——————————

One week ago

Dick lazily drew circles on your back as you laid on him. You both were nude, the air hot with your earlier activities despite being in the middle of a snow storm. You held his other hand in yours and you traced along scars and callouses. His palms had matching ones from swinging on a bar. He’d had those his whole life. The thumb had a ridge from training and using escrima sticks. An old divoted scar on the meat of his palm was from when he was a kid in the circus and tried to swing on an old swing set without checking it first. 7 stitches and weeks out of duty.

There was a healing cut along the backside of his hand that intersected multiple silvery healed scars. You touched along those, careful to avoid anything fresh. Dick looked down at you as you gently caressed his scars.

“What are you looking at, baby,” he said. His voice was rough with sleep. You were putting him to sleep.

“How much you’ve been through,” you said simply. He turned his head to look at your face better. “So rough but so kind.”

Dick smiled at that one and moved his hand to hold your cheek. He ran his thumb along your cheek and you leaned into his touch. “You’re thinking pretty deep, sweetheart. Penny for your thoughts?”

“I just love you,” you said, gazing into his eyes. Dick’s smile grew and he gave you a soft kiss.

“I love you too.”

It was soft, simple, kind. And to remind you that you were far from free, your phone rang. Only one person dared to call you at that hour. You climbed out of bed to answer it.

“Hello?”

“North Shore Docks. 2 hours,” came the rough voice before hanging up. You gulped before putting your phone down.

“What was that?” Dick asked.

“Wrong number. It’s nothing,” you said climbing back in bed. If you could get him to fall asleep, you could leave on time. He nodded before pulling you close. His heartbeat was slow and steady. He wasn’t nervous.

It was only 20 minutes later that he got a call. He hung up after a few minutes and turned to you with an apologetic look.

“Batman calls. I answer. I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you, okay?” He said. You felt guilt that you were relieved. You wouldn’t have to sneak out.

“What’s going on?”

“Down at the docks is supposed to be a meet up. Deathstroke. I’ve got to go. See if I can stop him. He’s got some new people working for him and maybe I can get some info from them,” Dick said climbing out of bed to pull on his suit. You nodded.

“Be safe. Stay warm,” you told him, knowing you were tipping Deathstroke off about the meeting so hopefully he’d call it off. He didn’t know you were dating Dick, neither did GCPD, but you could have gotten a tip from anywhere.

You stood in front of Dick without bothering to dress. He pulled your body flush against his and kissed you deeply. “I’m sorry, baby. Hopefully I’ll be back soon.”

You nodded and he flipped out of the top window of the loft. You waited 10 minutes before calling Deathstroke back.

“Batman has a tip off about the meeting. He’s coming and bringing friends,” you said. Deathstroke was silent on the phone.

“Meeting is next week. Same location. No batboys.” He hung up.

You peeled back a floorboard in your bedroom floor and pulled out a burner phone. You put the SIMs card in and turned it on. GCPD wanted a report and now was a good time. You called the only number on the phone.

“What?”

“The meeting is cancelled.”

“Why?”

“Deathstroke got spooked. That’s all I know,” you lied. Maybe you were getting too good at lying. He cursed.

“Anything else?”

“No. Not yet. I’ll call you,” you said.

“You fucking better,” he growled. You hung up and turned off the phone, taking out the SIM card and putting it back under the floorboard.

Dick came back 2 hours later. His nose was bright red and he shivered all over. You ran him a shower to warm up and he still cuddled close to you afterwards.

“Nothing. Dead lead,” he said. “Nothing but a fucking snow storm. Could have stayed in bed with my baby.” He pulled you tight to his body in a hug. Your heart clenched in guilt. You were a terrible girlfriend. The barely visible scar on his chest was glaring at you. At least Dick didn’t fight Deathstroke. “Thank god you aren’t in that life.”

You kissed his lips softly. Guilt. So fucking much. He pulled you on top of him and you had sex. You poured all of your love into it. You wanted him to feel loved because he deserved it, even if you didn’t. You kissed his scars and bruises. You fell asleep entangled with him until late morning as the snow fell all night.

———————————

A week and a 3 days later

Back at the warehouse

Dick didn’t offer any comfort. You had hurt him so badly. But he kept his word. He pretended to knock you out and arrest you. Batman and Deathstroke were fighting down below but both saw him carrying your unconscious cuffed body. Dick carried you to his bike where he placed you on and drove off. He didn’t take you back to your shared apartment. He had changed the locks already and you weren’t welcome there.

He took you to a safe house. Basic and non-descript. He didn’t uncuff you but sat you on a kitchen chair.

“Dick can you,” you asked pulling your arms cuffed behind your back.

“Not right now. Explain and I might,” he said pulling off your mask. He took off his own mask and sat both on the table.

“Dick,” you said softly but he ignored you to sit in a chair. Dick just glared at you. “I had no choice.”

“Besides me. Your boyfriend,” he reminded you.

“I didn’t know how you would react. They threatened me. They threatened you. I was scared. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know I did. I got in too deep,” you said hanging your head. Dick clenched his fists.

“GCPD threatened you?”

“They said they’d leak the press my secrets. It would be enough for Deathstroke to kill me. They’re right. He would. Kill you too if he thought I shared with you. He doesn’t know who you are. I never told him anything about you,” you said earnestly.

“So not full betrayal,” he said coldly with a dry smile.

“Dick,” you breathed.

“No. Don’t. You don’t get to act like that with me. You know,” he said roughly pulling his suit down his chest before running his finger along a silver mark. Your Mark. “You cut me and left a scar. I guess that’s why you always kiss my scars, hu? Because you helped to make them. I thought about marrying you. And you cut me.”

“Dick... I’m so so sorry. I didn’t want to. I hated it. But if I didn’t...” you said crying at this point. Your hands were starting to tingle from the cuffs.

“Deathstroke would know you weren’t loyal. Guess I’m lucky you didn’t cut my throat,” Dick said. You gasped and sobbed.

“I would never. I love you so much. I promise, it wasn’t what I wanted. Please understand,” you said wetly. He looked away clenching his jaw before sighing deeply.

“We’ll pay off Deathstroke and GCPD will loose all of your info. But I want you the hell out Gotham. I don’t want to see you ever again,” Dick said and you felt your world crumble.

“No,” you whimpered. “Please.”

“Do it or I won’t help you.”

You were shaking and sobbing uncontrollably at this point. Dick could barely look at you. You tried to control yourself before nodding. If you had known. If you had known that single kiss was your last. You would have changed everything.

“Dick. I love you so fucking much,” you pleaded and it was too much. He left the room. It was a full ten minutes before he came back. His face was stony but his nose and eyes were red. He didn’t look you in the eyes.

“Deathstroke won’t bother you. Bruce paid him. And it’s like you never existed in Gotham. Babs made sure of that,” Dick said and you winced. He had gone to his ex to help you. God, what had he told her?

“Thank you,” you said. Your voice was raw from crying and your hands were numb. You tried to move them around. Dick grabbed his keys and de-cuffed you. You moved your fingers and grimaced at the blood returning tingle.

“Stay here tonight and leave tomorrow. I’ll pack up your stuff. I know someone in metropolis that can get you a job and temporary place,” he said all business. You wanted to run into his arms, kiss his face, tell him that you love him. But that wasn’t an option any more.

“You’re a good guy. Helping me. I don’t deserve it but you’ve been nothing but good to me. I hope I can make it up to you someday,” you said quietly. He closed his eyes for a second before nodding. Dick had his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched, protecting himself.

“I’ve got to go. I can’t stay here,” he said after a minute. He couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you. A week ago, the look on your face would have had him doing anything to make it go away. Today he caused it. He couldn’t handle it.

“I’m sorry. Be careful in the weather,” you said unsure what to say. It was too late. Far too late.

————————————

The morning before Dick caught you

Your apartment

“Morning, baby,” you said, running a finger along the bridge of Dick’s nose. He mumbled and moved a little before opening his eyes with a smile. He caught your hand before you could touch his face again.

“What are you doing there, sweetheart,” he said and you giggled a little.

“Bothering my man. He’s too pretty to let sleep,” you said pulling him closer.

“Hmm, haven’t you heard of beauty sleep? We were up half the night and you want to wake me up. What if I’m tired,” Dick said. There was a glimmer in his eyes.

“I wore out Nightwing? That’s something to be quite proud of,” you said grinning. He chuckled.

“Well it isn’t every night that we do all that. Something got into you and I’m not complaining,” he said kissing your cheek.

“I think it was you. Four times,” you said with a smirk. He definitely chuckled at that. Dick looked over at the clock.

“Shit. I’m late. I guess it’s good you woke me. I should have been at work an hour ago. I’ll have to blame the storm,” he said trying to get up. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“What if I won’t let you go?”

“I’d probably be fired and be a little sad,” Dick said playfully. He held your jaw and gave you a lingering kiss. “So I have to go. But I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

“Counting on it,” you said finally releasing him. He threw on his uniform and left. You stretched in bed, ready to lounge the day away when your phone rang. It could have been anyone but your heart clenched. You know who it was.

“North Shore Docks. Tonight. 2300. Be early,” Deathstroke said.

“I can’t,” you said. It was way too early. That was only 11 o’clock. Dick would definitely miss your presence.

“.... if you aren’t up to task then you can be replaced. Do you want to be replaced?” He asked. You had a nasty feeling replaced meant murdered.

“No.... I- I can make it,” you said.

“Good,” he said hanging up.

You wracked your brain with what to say. What to do. You couldn’t just leave at 10:30 at night. Dick would flip out. You had to lie to him again. A friend was in town.

“Hey Dickie,” you said giving him a call at work. He was always half distracted when you called him there.

“Hi sweetheart,” he answered and you heard a keyboard clacking.

“A friend came into town so I offered to take her out,” you said.

“It’s supposed to snow pretty bad. Just invite her over,” Dick said. Shit, that was a good point.

“She’s staying at the Grand Mariners Hotel. We’re just hitting the hotel bar and then her room,” you said. It was a nice hotel in the Diamond District that was plenty safe. “I’ll stay over with her if it’s bad enough.”

“Okay. Be safe. Call me if you need anything. Love you,” Dick said.

“Love you too,” you answered. You didn’t know it was the last thing you’d say before he found your betrayal. The last lie too.

2 years later

Metropolis

You thought about Dick Grayson all the time. You hadn’t come back to Gotham since. But you tried to move on. Even tried dating that failed horribly. Who could compare to Nightwing?

You walked downtown. You worked for the paper as an assistant. You got coffee and changed the printer paper. You’d made friends with the other office assistant who was a local of Metropolis.

Besides the fact you lost the love of your life, Metropolis was nice. Crime was much lower, it snowed and rained way less, and your apartment building had a pretty nice coffee shop across the street. Deathstroke and the Joker didn’t make news. No more Batman and Robin. People weren’t instantly distrustful. There were billboards with pictures of Superman saying things like “safest city in America” and “rated best family friendly city 3rd year in a row.” You had to change your attitude and walking habits because you were too scary for the friendly city. It was the Gotham way.

Today you were in a hurry. Your skirt whipped in the wind and a piece of hair stuck to your lip gloss. Your heels made obvious clacking sounds as you overtook others on the sidewalk. You got a lot of looks. Who runs like that? Especially with coffee in their hands?

You practically jumped out of the way as a dog got in your way. This pushed you right into a man walking the opposite way. Your coffee, thank god it was iced, smashed directly into the crisp white dress shirt on his firm chest.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you gasped. You tried to swipe off the icy pieces that clung to his shirt.

“It’s okay,” he said grabbing your wrist. You looked up and almost dropped your bag. It was Dick. He looked good. A little taller maybe, his hair a little longer. You gulped.

“Dick,” you said softly. You didn’t dare say anything else. He stared at you back. “What are you- what brings you to Metropolis?”

“I’ve got a job for Bruce. You look good. I didn’t expect you to stay here,” he said rambling. You didn’t know where to look. At his chest covered in coffee with a now see through shirt that clung to every defined muscle. Or his face that you weren’t sure even wanted to see you.

“Well, I liked the job,” you almost whispered. Your voice betrayed your fear. Dick smiled a little.

“Good. That’s good. We should talk,” he said and your eyebrows rose.

“We should?”

“Yeah. Can I buy you a drink later? Tonight?” Dick asked. You could only nod yes. You were terrified. Clearly you were still in love with him.

—————

You fretted with the hem of your skirt on the cab ride to meet him at his hotel bar. Wayne Enterprise owned half share of it. The last time you saw Dick he told you that he never wanted to see you again. He sat at a table in the corner with a great view of every door. You smiled shyly as you walked over.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he said motioning to the open chair. You sat down and fiddled with your bag before looking up. You were stalling.

“How is Gotham,” you asked, regretting it instantly. It’s a shit hole.

“Bad. But not out of the ordinary. I thought about calling you. A lot,” Dick admitted. He gulped before continuing. “I overreacted. I shouldn’t have banished you. Hell, I shouldn’t have been allowed to. You were- you thought you were protecting me in your own weird fucked up way.”

“I was wrong. You were mad and you should have been....And Metropolis is nice. Low on assassins and freaks,” you said and he nodded in agreement. “I missed you though,” you blurted out. You probably shouldn’t have said that. Dick’s eyes softened and he looked at you.

“I missed you too. A lot. I- I wanted to see you. But I didn’t know how to talk to you and the Titans got busy,” he said.

“I heard. You guys did some good work,” you said, admitting you followed Nightwing’s career at the least. The truth was that you stalked his admittedly quiet Instagram and any Nightwing news despite yourself. You had to search it out. Metropolis had Superman and didn’t care much for the Titans doing work in another state.

“Thanks. Yeah. I- can I take you out? On a date?” He asked suddenly.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, why- what? Why are you smiling?” Dick asked feeling lost.

“Dick, we’re at a restaurant right now,” you teased. Your heart felt a little warm despite the fact that you should definitely be cautious.

“Right. I mean, a proper date. Or whatever,” he said. It was weird to see Dick look nervous.

“Of course. Always. But I’ve got to ask why,” you said and he grinned before registering your question. “I betrayed you, Dick.”

His smile fell a little. “I know. I know. But I’ve made some mistakes too. Let myself fall into the grey between black and white. I’d tell you about it some other time but I’ve come to learn that it’s not easy. Not always good and bad. And if I can’t get you out of my head 2 years later.... it must mean something, right?” He sounded a little desperate. Like he was holding on to this idea of love.

“I’d like to think so,” you answered quietly. He offered a shy smile.

“How about we start over? Can I hold your hand?” He asked and you nodded. His fingers slowly slid over to yours he softly gripped your hand and you both smiled.

You were both a little scared. Could this work? Things were not the same. But there could be 2 little broken birds holding hands full of hope. Maybe it could. Maybe it could work.

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years ago

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umpah umpah! smau

↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[029] — when the party’s over!

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a/n: ah yes,, classic xiao writing this chapter instead of writing her final exam essay (this isn’t proofread either 💀)

it got colder and then it got warmer the moment alcohol burned through your esophagus in the dead of night. it was winter now, the arid tokyo air was on the cusp of freezing as if it were to rain, snow would be covering the city in a blanket of white.

other than those who were apart of the g-force groupchat, the bar wasn’t as crowded with strangers as it would usually be on a saturday night, yet you suppose that it’s the biting chill in the air that’s driving people home in the comforting warmth of their houses.

you liked going out, especially to go out drinking with your friends, but after the past few weeks, you needed to take a break from it all. sure, a drink would surely ease your tension in your shoulders, but what good would it be if you ex-boyfriends clung to you like two lost puppies? the entire night you have been pulled back and forth between bokuto and iwaizumi that you had lost count how many times you ran laps around the bar because of it.

so now, the first and probably the final time to yourself sitting alone at the bar was cut short as iwaizumi placed himself on the barstool next to you.

you flicker him a look, one so nonchalant, yet so obviously asking him why the hell was he next to you. his mouth parted then as if he was suddenly being interrogated just by the plain look in your eyes to explain himself.

“let me guess,” you say first before a single syllable could even leave iwaizumi, “you want to buy me a drink?”

“only as an apology for annoying you earlier.” there was a hinting smirk on his lips as he turned towards the bartender, waving him down before ordering something fruity for you. at least he remembered you preferred sweeter drinks than liquor that would make your eyes water and your throat burn.

you sent him a smile. the words ‘thank you’ were laced in your grin that it was enough to send iwaizumi’s heart racing even without the words having to make its way past your peachy lips.

peaches, huh? iwaizumi liked peaches. he wondered what they tasted like...

“after tonight, do you think you and i could talk—” he tries to ask in a hushed voice. it was discrete as if he feared that someone would hear his words and suddenly interrupted.

just like right now.

“hey! hey! hey!” bokuto erupts from behind them, sending a downpour of annoyance through iwaizumi as he watched the volleyball player sit on the other side of you. “a round of shots for us, please!” he tells the bartender upon placing your drink right in front of you.

you were about to open your mouth and decline since you already had more than enough alcohol coursing through your body, but you figured you needed the most you could get knowing this is what it would be like for the rest of the night. honestly at this point, you have come to accept the fact that you just had to just deal with them. you kept your mouth shut as you downed half of the sugar-rimmed margarita as the bartender placed down the shots in front of you.

you took the shot first, face contorting slightly at the stinging of the vodka while bokuto and iwaizumi lagged behind. unbeknownst to you, their glares made up of bullet holes and stab wounds clashed against each other as they tilted their head backs in a swing. they slammed their shot glasses down at the same time.

“another round, please!” bokuto calls again, pointing a wink at you as you looked up at him.

bokuto nods as he gives iwaizumi a look, “yeah. why? can’t your alcohol?” his voice teased as if he was proposing a challenge.

“you’re one to talk,” he scoffs.

like a domino effect, another trio of shot glasses were place in front of you, eyes widening into saucers as both bokuto and iwaizumi didn’t spare a sign of hesitancy as they grabbed their respective glasses.

a nervous laughter emitted from you, “don’t you guys think we should slow it down on the shots? i just barely swallowed the first one down.”

after the boys hadn’t answered you within a few beats of silence, it was clear that it was no use trying to slow them down. hell, they have already thrown their heads back before you could mutter another word to stop them. you wanted to roll your eyes at their careless actions—acting as if they needed to prove that their were the superior one to be sitting by your side. if anything, you could easily beat them if you actually had the energy to do so. instead, you lifted your shot glass to your lips and sipped its contents.

“another one!” iwaizumi said this time.

an obvious sigh left the bartender as his expression was unreadable. it was deadpan and nonchalant that you questioned whether or not he was annoyed or just didn’t give a single damn. either way, it was understandable. he had even thrown you a look from over the bar to ask if you wanted a shot too considering you were sipping your second one.

you shook your head. this was more than enough for tonight having to deal with the idiosyncrasies of your ex-boyfriends.

if you had to be completely honest, you near really pined yourself as someone who got annoyed easily, especially not towards iwaizumi nor bokuto. and yet the sudden influx of envy taking over whenever one of them catches you with the latter was forcing you towards the end of your rope. a simple smile towards one of them led to a jealous look at the other, but it only molded into something worse. from discrete, sly motions to full of cacophonies of backhanded compliments, you should’ve known it was going to only get worse ever since you did in fact visit the gym during practice.

long story short, you weren’t visiting anyone in particular but iwaizumi and bokuto liked arguing otherwise. it seems that professionalism was completely thrown out of the window once satomi was out of the picture, you’ve come to notice.

“next one!” the boys next to you shout again, snatching you out of your thoughts in a rough tug that it almost scared you.

you pulled a concerned look on your face as you finished your shot. “guys, i don’t think you two should be downing so many—”

but before the sentence could even leave your mouth, their fifth (or was it sixth?) shot was already burning down their esophagus. their voices were strained slightly as they called for another one, yet rather than in unison, their words started to slur into one another in an incoherent tangent. they slammed the frail shot glasses haphazardly. they were practically ignoring you at this point just to prove a point. granted, you weren’t sure what point they were trying to make anymore.

how ironic.

“seriously?” you scoff, the annoyance finally radiating off of you. “first the text messages, then causing a commotion during practice, and now this? do you guys have to turn everything into a competition?” you raised your voice higher than last time, yet it wasn’t like you were speaking softly anyway.

iwaizumi swallowed the contents of his shot quickly, swiping his wrist over his lips to capture the alcohol. “bokuto started it!” he exclaimed childishly. it was something so out of character that it was obvious he was just a few shots away from being completely blacked out.

“and you followed suit!” bokuto retorted upon slamming the shot glass on the bar. his biceps unconsciously flexed beneath your gaze at the action that you were surprised those poor glasses weren’t broken, let alone cracked. “i never even proposed a competition until you started calling over shots as well!”

“what the hell are you trying to prove, anyway?” iwaizumi bites back with the same energy. “least time i remember, you got absolutely shitfaced and poor (y/n) had to deal with you.”

by now you were sure every single person in this damned pub was all ears for a drunken argument. you feared to even crane your head slightly to see if anyone was staring at the three of you, hoping that your hand was enough to shield you a bit from the embarrassment (news flash: it did not). “okay, let’s not—”

“just shoes how much (y/n) cares about my wellbeing. isn’t that right, (y/nnie)?” the volleyball player mused as he slung his arm over you.

“y-yeah, but—”

and you were cut off once again as iwaizumi scoffs. “yeah right, you’re probably just trying to get wasted just to get her to take you home again. you’d probably take advantage of the situation like some people you know.”

a hard look flushed over bokuto’s face. his brows furrowed, creating lines of annoyance upon his forehead as you swore you heard his teeth grit. the anger was brewing within him and perhaps this is the first time in a long time you have seen bokuto act like this. “are you comparing me to satomi, right now?” the words were like venom spewing out of his lips.

“if the shoe fits,” responded the latter, “close friends typically act on similar wills, if you know what i mean.”

“iwa...” you say disappointedly upon facing him, hoping to stop them by any means necessary.

but perhaps you focused on calming down the wrong boy as the cringing screech of a bar stool being pushed back ravaged your eardrums. bokuto lets out a grunt, hovering over you and iwaizumi.

oh god, you thought. if you didn’t do anything now, it would only escalate even more and you were a hundred percent not in the mood to get kicked out of a bar right now. besides, for a bunch of drunk dudes, they put up a good fight in the way their words impacted the other.

“bo, stop.” you hissed at the volleyball player, your palm splayed over his chest to stop him from getting any closer. “we were supposed to celebrate tonight and not fight, remember?”

bokuto didn’t respond to even spare a knowing glance down towards you. there was a wildfire igniting around you and iwaizumi was only adding fuel to the burning fire. he stands himself, landing just a few significant inches shorter than bokuto, and yet his intimidation still stands.

what the hell were you going to do now? you weren’t exactly one to get into physical altercations, especially with men built like adonises. helpless, you flicker a look towards someone—literally anyone familiar to help you as your gaze lands of akaashi and kaori. they send you a pitied look, yet even they themselves weren’t in the mood to stop anything physical.

that’s it, you scoff with a roll to your eyes. “unbelievable,” you spat out, pushing past iwaizumi and bokuto as you finally managed to capture their attention.

they attempt to call out your name, yet you ignored their calls as you made your way over to akaashi’s table. akaashi scoots farther into the booth slightly with just enough room for you to squeeze in. yuko was also in the booth, placed just beside kaori as they shared a drink together.

“boys,” you huff.

“maybe i don’t envy you that much in the love department anymore...” kaori mused.

you bite back a chuckle, shaking your head at the thought. “there was nothing to be jealous about in the first place, anyway. besides, they’re getting annoying now. it's like after we get over a problem, a new one comes around and i’m sick of it.”

“if it makes you feel any better, i have a solution for you.” akaashi clears his throat, letting his offer simmer a bit as he sips from his glass.

“hm?” you hummed curiously, “what is it?”

akaashi shrugs, “tell them your true feelings.”

“huh?” the sound of surprise fell out of your mouth. a sarcastic laugh left you as you roll your eyes, “yeah right.”

“good luck getting that out of (y/n) anytime soon,” yuko added with a snicker.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you say rather offendedly. like sure, you didn’t exactly disagree but hearing it from a dear friend was different.

kaori flickers you an amused look, “you did lie and not tell them about the webtoon for years.”

“not to mention neither of them new they dated you until just recently,” yuko adds.

you pursed your lips together as the thought lingered in your mind, waiting until you come up with a rational answer that wasn’t an excuse. but truth be told, you have told lots and excuses and you were running out quick.

“you’ve never been good at telling people things that they need to hear.” that was the last hit on the nail as you sighed out. of course it was akaashi who had to mention your irrational inability of preferring to run away from things that were hard.

you didn’t really know what to say. everything they said was spot on, so it wasn’t like you had anything to add onto or defend yourself with as you fiddled with your fingers. “why did they have to come back to me at the same time?” you ask without thinking, catching yourself mid-sentence, but it was too late. your thoughts were out in the open now.

“the universe probably knows you’ve never really moved on and neither have them.” says yuko as she rests her head upon his palm. she had to be spitting out bullshit at this point.

“please,” you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time in a span of thirty minutes, “you sound like one of those tarot card readers on tiktok.”

“i’m actually serious, (y/n)...” she continues, “you literally wrote a wholeass webtoon about them.”

“why does it matter when so many people use their personal experiences to make things. i don’t see you blaming taylor swift for all her scandals from writing so many break up songs.” you state matter-of-factly because it was true. why did it matter? it wasn’t like there was anything you could do anymore considering the film’s preproduction is almost over and the webtoon is finished.

yuko opened her mouth again to say more, but kaori quickly stopped her. “no, (y/n), you’re right. but i agree with akaashi on this one. like, who knows how things will turn out when you tell them how you feel. it’s clear both of them like you, it’s just a matter on who you reject and who your accept.”

that was the very last thing you wanted to do—choose. you loved them both and the thought of even having to give more love to only one of them was like tightening a fist around your heart. “do i really have to choose?”

“i mean...” akaashi finally speaks after another sip from his glass, “who said you couldn’t have both?”

the thought melted smirks upon yuko and kaori’s faces, but only sent your heart racing and crimson red blush to creep up onto your cheeks. did it get hot all of a sudden? no offense to those who do have open relationships, but like hell would you ever be in one. granted, you don’t really knock on things until you try it, but the concept is something you never really expected yourself being in. besides, bokuto and iwaizumi both dating you? those men are the literal epitome of possessive that a relationship with the both of them was just a train wreck waiting to happen.

but then again, how would you know?

you shake your head from the thought as your heart beat was only getting louder and louder and faster and faster the more you thought about the both of them. it even reached to the point that if you three were to ever get intimate that you would absolutely lose your mind knowing that you would be in between two of the hottest men you— “whatever!” you exclaim rather loudly, ignoring the hushed giggled from the yuko and kaori just by looking at your expression. “i’m going to talk to semi and suga, they’ll probably be more of a help than you guys. where are they anyway? oh, there they are.”

you lift yourself from the booth, but akaashi stops before you could even make a step. you turn over your shoulder, “you can’t keep running away from your problems, (y/n).”

capturing your bottom lip between your teeth, you let out a frustrated sigh. i know, you wanted to say, but instead you opted to take akaashi’s drink from his hand and finish its contents. “fine. what do i do?”

“when the party’s over, you tell them everything.” he explains upon receiving his now empty liquor glass from you. “besides, we only have a few weeks left before we have to leave.”

you let out an amused huff, “why does it matter when i’ll end up leaving again anyway?”

fun facts! —

y/n felt bad for drinking akaashi’s drink so she ended up buying him another one

after y/n left iwa and bo, it’s safe to say they argued a bit more on who was the one who drove y/m away

sakusa and atsumu had to pull them away

also at this point, everyone is drunk asf (esp y/n) which will explain her actions next chap

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floralovebot · 3 years ago

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I'd love to read more about what you think about how often they get in trouble! And since you said Riven would get flack for Musa's songs, do you think he'd get flack for having dated Darcy?

FUCK YEAH DUDE

Fair warning, this is a bit long!

So, for the Winx, I said that most to least likely to get in trouble was Musa, Stella - Bloom, Flora, Tecna, and then Aisha. And for the Specialists, I said Riven, Sky, Brandon, Helia, and then Timmy. Again, I do think who's the most hated greatly depends on the planet and culture, so how often they get into trouble also depends on this (for instance, Stella having a more laid back approach to certain things may get her in trouble on Zenith, but not on Solaria).

Musa: The classic problematic. It's not that she's a bad person, she's just in the news a lot. Sometimes it's about another heartbreak song, sometimes it's about a fight she had with Riven in public, sometimes it's about her dry humor and sarcasm being interpreted as mean, and other times it's about some vague tweet she wrote and never deleted. She advocates for a lot of good stuff and definitely uses her platform to try and change things so she's not the worst celebrity out there, but she also tends to speak before she knows everything and that can occasionally be a problem. She fiercely defends the others when they get into trouble and constantly vagues "news sources" (aka drama sites) so people still view her as a little negative by proxy. (Also, some people think her being a fairy of music gave her an unfair advantage in the music industry and that she isn't actually talented.)

Stella - Bloom: I'm putting them on the same level because I think they're both fairly similar in how often they get into drama. As princesses who often get involved in things, their every movement is under scrutiny. Stella handles it a lot better than Bloom due to her media training and being watched since she was young.

Bloom usually tries to stay out of the negative spotlight but that often makes her seem avoidant of important issues. She does speak up about things but it's usually after days of editing and rewriting her words so she gets accused of only talking about something because people wanted her to. She also tends to get nervous answering anything about politics or Domino so that makes people reluctant to listen to her words. Then there's the obvious drama with Sky. While they aren't as public as Rivusa, things get out quickly and when they're in a heated moment they tend to forget about their surroundings. People from Eraklyon tend to hate both of them because Bloom is "too loud and angry and just being rude" and Sky is "forgetting his place and rising to the challenge, not a great sign for a future king". On the flip side, Bloom has saved the magical universe multiple times and continues to do so. Basically, she's one of those celebrities that you either really love or really hate.

Stella is another classic problematic! Again, it's not that she's a bad person, she just gets noticed a lot. People accuse her of being classist and ignorant just because she's royalty. They also hate whenever she spends a lot of money on things like clothing and makeup because it's seen as a wasted expense (since most of her money pre-S3 was coming from her parents). People absolutely see her as a spoiled brat that can't read the room and doesn't deserve to be queen. Stella often tries to prove those ideas wrong in very subtle ways because she knows outright denying them would only further the problem. But just like the others, she spends a lot of time advocating for the good and for the better. She also cares deeply about her friends and it's obvious to everyone, even the people that hate her. So while she is in the news a lot, most people can see through it and support her. But she does still get into trouble for her shopping sprees. Her spending a lot of money on things is largely why people sometimes have trouble being on her side. It's almost always seen as a spoiled princess move and a large factor in why people think she's classist and/or ignorant.

Flora: Flora is interesting because a lot of people initially assume that because she's a very shy and nice girl that she won't get into any drama. So it's a complete surprise when she argues with people online and starts calling people out. She's often fighting for the right thing and she rarely gets her facts wrong, but people hate getting called out and they hate it when someone they think should be quiet and nice goes to town on their ass. Even the people that agree with her often think she's too aggressive in her replies (while others think her tone is fine). Flora also isn't extremely open about her personal life outside of fighting crime with the Winx so that doubles her online persona as being just mean and "too political". People say that she should just stick to watering plants and leave the politics to the actual politicians. She responds by calling them hypocrites since they were just asking for celebrities to use their platforms. She gets called out for thinking she's a celebrity. She responds that she has a large platform and people follow her for her work. It's just a constant cycle and she never runs out of things to say (which isn't bad, but it always gets her into trouble). Tbh, I can also see the exact opposite where Flora just doesn't get involved in anything because she's too busy posting pictures of her plants and random dogs she sees but, I think eventually the need to defend her friends would win out and once she gets a little taste of activism, she wouldn't stand down (yknow how she constantly berates the Winx for wanting to attack the controlled animals? Basically like that. She has very strong moral opinions).

Tecna: I had some trouble with this because I almost wanted to put her last but overall I think her general personality would get her into trouble more than what happens with Aisha. Tecna is often blunt and she doesn't necessarily hide when she doesn't like something. So sometimes reporters will come up to her and ask her a question and she'll just hit them with an "I don't want to talk to you." and then walks away. Tecna doesn't see anything wrong with this because she views being honest to the media as relatively important as they could easily find out if she's lying through spying and technology. Overall, people just see her as a little too honest and she gets into trouble a lot with being open about not wanting to interact with fans a lot or being cautious about press.

Aisha: It's a bit surprising that a princess is the last on the list no? Andros has a very good handle on things like media and press, and while they definitely aren't controlling it by any means, most news sites know not to mess with them. They're very strict on things like personal boundaries and privacy and try to protect anyone who could be affected by the media (celebrities, online personas, royals, athletes, etc). Aisha also has the best media training out of all the Winx and is really good at knowing what to say and what to share. People know just enough about her social life through sns that they aren't constantly asking about it but not enough to try and cancel her for anything. She's almost seen as the goody-goody of the bunch since she just doesn't get into a lot of drama (and when she does it's handled extremely well).

Now the Specialists!

Riven: It's no surprise that he's first I mean cmon. With Musa being the most "problematic" of the Winx, Riven is bound to get his fair share of scrutiny. People absolutely judge him for having a past with Darcy. Although... I really don't think it would be the biggest factor. While he did genuinely like Darcy, she used magic on him multiple times to manipulate his thoughts and then later betrayed him. Riven wouldn't want to put unnecessary hate on all witches, but he'd also be mad enough to eventually allude to what actually happened (he'd never outright say it since it also hurts his pride). Most people accept that he got manipulated by Darcy and assume that the entirety of the relationship was based on that, which Riven doesn't like either, but trying to defend her wouldn't exactly help his case. On the other hand, the relationship he does get hated for is his relationship with Musa. Musa definitely shares the good and cute stories about them too, but her sad/angry heartbreak songs are always the ones that get remembered. People assume he's a lot worse than he actually is and whenever Musa or one of the others tries to defend him, they just assume Riven manipulated them into doing that. However, after S4, people get a lot more understanding of the relationship and there isn't as much hate towards him (he does still get called out for being a bit brutish though).

Sky: I almost put Sky as first, but then I remembered he's royalty and definitely has a PR team. Still, he gets into a lot of drama. The Diaspro/Bloom situation was blown out of proportion and every news site was reporting completely different things. To some, Sky is a dirty cheater that lied to his wife and got some random girlfriend, "who knows how many other girls he's talking to! Someone get his phone records with Stella". To others, Sky and Diaspro were happily engaged before homewrecker Bloom came in. And to others, Sky was just the prince trying to protect his identity and got wrapped into some catfight. No one knows what actually happened with them but a lot of people start to assume Diaspro was in the wrong once it's confirmed Sky is officially dating Bloom. They start actively hating her when she tries to magic her way into a relationship with him. And that's just the relationship stuff! Erakylon's politics are so weak and absolutely crumbling before our eyes. Sky would constantly get asked about specific things to try and break him and it doesn't help that the media sites from the other royal characters are the ones doing it.

Brandon: Is this ranking a bit surprising? Idk? But anyway, Brandon would literally just get hated by proxy. Most of his "drama" includes what's happening with Sky and/or Stella. If one of them is getting into trouble, then people are bringing him into it for absolutely no reason. Brandon knows more about Eraklyon and Solaria's political climates than he will ever need to know. While he doesn't have as much media training as Sky, he does have to follow some rules just so Sky doesn't get into trouble for what he says. That means he can't speak up about as many issues and he certainly can't constantly defend his friends from harsh words. He tries to get away with it by liking comments instead of making his own. It helps a little.

Helia: Helia gets into the same exact trouble that he gets into with the Winx fandom. He's quiet and he shares absolutely nothing about his personal life. He's an artist but he doesn't post about it nor does he talk about it. He avoids talking to the press and when he does its always vague answers that could mean anything. Helia cares a lot about Saladin and Red Fountain's image and we know that what he does affects said image. So he treads very carefully and doesn't involve himself in anything. However, this is largely what gets him into trouble. People hate that he's not open about anything and some even go to the extreme of thinking he's suspicious. While Saladin's legacy largely protects him from this, it doesn't protect him from the media and random people constantly asking about his personal life. Helia also rarely if ever defends the others online (1. as he almost never looks at it and 2. because he doesn't want to get involved). He comforts them and gives advice to their face but no one else sees that so people often call him things like "pretentious, two-faced, avoidant, etc". People are also weirdly suspicious about his relationship with Flora because "it can't be that good right? there's definitely something suspicious about them".

Timmy: Timmy's just a genuinely nice guy that rarely gets into trouble. He chooses his battles (so to speak) very wisely so when he does defend the others online, it's almost always something a majority of people will agree with. Almost all of his social media is about the latest in technology and gaming so he's pretty big in those crowds but most media sites can't really do anything with that. Sometimes people from Zenith see him as weird but they recognize that he's a good match for Tecna so they're okay with him. By the time all of the Specialists are truly in the spotlight, he's already gotten buffer and more confident so those issues from S1 wouldn't be a huge deal either. The others also speak highly of him so no one really doubts that he's a good specialist. For the most part, he just doesn't get into trouble and when he does it's always connected to someone else rather than something he alone said/did.

#hmmm not spell checking akjdghjdagh #Loved this!!!#i loved thinking about this it was amazing #winx club #winx headcanons #ahh... imagine if rainbow recognized that the winx are celebrities outside of giving them random concerts at alfea #like. imagine the drama!!#would love to hear more thoughts about this because i Love this topic rn #best discussion the fandom has had in months

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I love the Otaku todoroki and Bakugou hc's! Maybe part 2 where they meet the characters voice actor and they look EXACTLY like the character and the bois are like 😳😳😳 HAVE I BEGGED GOD ENOUGH FOR HIM TO TURN MY ANIME CRUSH REAL and maybe the voice actor asks them out on a date sksksk— lol love your writing! (you don't have to do this btw, just a suggestion! 💕)

My first thought was the webtoon True Beauty 😳😳 I don't know if you guys know it, but it’s a great story (and free to read online!) and the author is kinda infamous for looking exactly like her MC!! Though Iida’s VA, Kaito Ishikawa, 👀 👀 looks exactly like his character IMO!!

A/N:

The headcanons in question are here, and since the character is already referred to as [Name], I’ll be referring to the voice actor as [V/A] only, but it’s still the reader 😊😊.

“Shitty Half-and-half.”

“Bakugou,” Todoroki replied, turning fully to face his former classmate. Several years had passed since they both confronted each other over Todoroki’s [Name] acrylic charm, and even now, both Pro-Heroes deep into their careers, their love for the anime character never waned.

The series had finished up during their last year at U.A., leaving both boys a mess while Aizawa could only wish that he was able to nurse his headache with half a bottle of ibuprofen. Todoroki mourned the fact that they were able to defeat the last arc’s antagonist at the cost of [Name]’s powers leading to their ultimate retirement and Bakugou raged from the ambiguous epilogue where [Name] was seen laying their head on the protagonist’s shoulder while looking out into the sunset.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you damned trust fund kid,” Bakugou spat, pushing himself off the spot where he leaned against the wall and striding over to the taller male. He had filled out in the past several years, nothing but toned biceps and broad shoulders. “You’re thinking exactly what I’m thinking.”

“What?” Todoroki asked innocently. His time with Uraraka had paid off, but the cutesy look would only let him get so far. Bakugou was eye-to-eye with his “eternal” rival. Todoroki had only gotten taller recently. Still slender and toned, he was nearly his father’s height and had already surpassed Natsuo.

“Might Con.” Bakugou really had grown from the way he didn’t rage from Todoroki’s feigned ignorance. “You’re going to be there aren’t you?”

Todoroki froze.

The blond smirked at his expression. “I know for a damned fact that your manager scheduled your panel at the exact same time my panel is held —”

“We’re hosting the panel together with Midoriya, Bakugou —” Todoroki tried to say.

“At the exact same time as [Name]’s fucking seiyuu’s autograph session, huh?”

At Bakugou’s words, both boys were at a standstill.

Due to the popularity of the anime, the voice actors were going to have their schedules jam-packed the entire con with panels, interviews, and meet-and-greets, but due to scheduling conflicts, every voice actor was allowed only one autograph session at a time. Bakugou didn’t care about any of those other shitty extras. He only wanted to meet [Name]’s seiyuu.

The voice actor was infamous for hiding their face during the anime’s run, only doing radio shows or paper interviews. They cited that since they were still a minor by the time the anime came out, they wanted to preserve their privacy, but now that they were of age, they were going to reveal their face at the con for the first time.

But they couldn’t make it. Their entire Pro-Hero career was stabbing itself in the back.

He held a hand out.

“If one of us can’t see [Name]’s voice actor the other can’t.”

It was otaku solidarity.

After a pause Todoroki reached out and shook it once. “Fine.” The two boys dropped their hands as fast as it came.

Yeah.

Not.

Todoroki Shoto:

Tries to go incognito, but he sucks at it.

He’s wearing shades indoors to hide his heterochromia and his scar, a bucket hat to hide his half-and-half hair, and he’s wearing regular, but not so inconspicuous clothes.

Once he gets to the front of the line, he nearly drops his gigantic load of [Name] merch. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s a Pro, he would’ve needed a wagon to carry the entire thing.

His face immediately flushes.

You’re wearing glasses and a large sweater while smiling and waving happily at the last fan that walked away. His mind is seeing every equation. You look exactly like the High School spin-off your mangaka made after the protagonist wished that everyone was able to live normal lives.

He stutters out, “C-Cosplay...?” softly the moment he gets to your table.

This dude is blushing so hard his face is as red as his hair.

Were you a secret love child, perhaps?

You brighten up and laugh. “Oh, wow — you have a lot of merch,” you laugh and he nearly swoons. “And oh, no! I just look like this normally.”

He mentally thanks his mom for giving birth to him.

You compliment him on his casual Idol!Shoto cosplay and he’s so embarrassed that he nearly lets go of the left side of his Quirk.

“Yeah! You make such a handsome Shoto!” You use your [Name] voice to say, “I love you, Shoto-kun!” and he nearly dies right there.

He uncharacteristically even puts his face into his hands ;; and just screams internally.

You hold up your pen and look at him with such wide eyes and ;;; YOU’RE SO FUCKING CUTE!!

None of the fanfictions have ever prepared him for this.

[“So who should I put these out to?”

He inhales once and quickly goes, “Todoroki, please. Written with the character for ‘a roaring fire.’ I have admired [Name] since their character introduction arc and felt a bond from [Name]’s tragic history and my own. I hated my father for the longest time and wanted to forage my own path similar to [Name] and they gave me strength —”]

You fight to keep the largest grin off your face, but then the door busts open and in walks Ground Zero. The security are all scrambling to stop him, but he barrels through them like dominoes.

[”HALF-AND-HALF!!”

“Oh, Bakugou —”

“I FUCKING KNEW THAT YOU WOULD BE HERE WHEN YOU DIDN’T SHOW UP TO YOUR OWN DAMNED PANEL!!”

Bakugou takes him by the collar and his shades and hat falls and everyone’s immediately fangirl shrieking as Bakugou forcefully drags him away.

“Wait, Bakugou — ! My dakimakura — !“

“Fuck that!”]

After his panel, he’s smugly going through all of the merch you were able to autograph with Bakugou sulking in the corner because he managed to go and Bakugou didn’t and he nearly drops his figurine when he realizes what you wrote in the corner of the box.

“You seem pretty cute, handsome stranger! ;) XXX-XXXX-XXXX”

He discharges his Quirk and Bakugou could be heard shouting, “WHAT THE HELL, HALF-AND-HALF!” in the background.

Bakugou Katsuki:

He doesn’t even bother hiding the fact that he’s there. Everyone’s so stunned by the fact that the Ground Zero is just storming through the autograph session that the autograph line splits like the Red Sea and he goes right up to you.

When he sees your face he just stops in his place and he does the face above for like five whole seconds.

Did he die and go to heaven?

WAS THAT NOT T H E [SURNAME] [NAME] SITTING IN FRONT OF HIM???

AND YOU LOOK SO SOFT!! Who gave you the motherfucking right to look so cute??? You look exactly like the panel in volume twenty-one, page 105 where [Name] were first seen wearing glasses. (Yes, ofc he remembers the exact page and volume. What was he, a fake fan?)

He didn’t have a thing for megane 😳😳😳 until [Name].

[“You...You fucking look exactly like [Name],” he manages to stutter out.

You blink out of your stupor at the Ground Zero at your autograph session because your manager just elbows you at your side and you nod quickly like an idiot.

“Y-Yeah!” You laugh nervously. “Hahaha, I guess that’s why they chose me to be the voice actor, you know because the voice matches the face — or-or is it the face matches the voice??” The two of you have matching red faces. “I-I even have a Quirk like their’s!” You hold up your hand and activate your Quirk slightly and he goes still.]

H-His wifu/husbando... in the flesh...

All those years of reading metas and watching analysis videos and calculating the compatibility of your Quirks are coming into fuCKING FRUITION!!

And he just grabs your hand out of nowhere, running on pure instinct, wrapping his hand around yours in a vice grip like a claw game and the both of you freeze.

”S-So what would you like me to sign??” you say quickly because he’s holding up the line, but everyone else is watching his go down like a soap opera.

He asks you to sign the manga. The first volume, the volume where you’re introduced, and the last volume.

[“They fucking did [Name] dirty in the series finale,” he says while you sign the manga for him. “They don’t belong with the pissy protagonist.”

“Yeah?” you ask, looking up at him. You gesture for him to lean closer and he does while you whisper in his ear. “Between you and me I don’t ship them either.” You lean back in your chair. “I don’t think the mangaka developed their relationship enough for me to root for them. Personally, I think that that they should just settle down with someone who’s going to make them happy and protect them — “

“I can do that.”

“What,” you blurt out.

“What,” he replies.]

He’s in such a daze that when Deku and Shoto barge into the autograph signing and drag him away he doesn’t even fight back.

HE WANTED SENPAI TO NOTICE HIM BUT NOT LIKE THIS!!

Even through his panel that he nearly missed btw he’s so confused. Equations are spinning around his head.

When he finally has free time and looks at the manga you signed, it read, “Ground Zero, you’re my favorite Hero! Glad you liked the anime! Wanna talk about it some more? XXX-XXXX-XXXX”

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