#Auntie with Issues and Body Counts

[aiza-luna]

I found this really cool Picrew https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/587862 and I decided to do my girly and current obssession: Morowa Bancroft herself! 🥹🤲🏽

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She has two versions: Hellhound and Morowa.

As "Hellhound" she wears a full black attire and a mask that covers all her head aside her eyes, to wich she covers with a pair of deep-red lenses shades. She also wears chockers or dog tags (Hound/Dog morfit goes brrrr)

As Morowa, her colors are mostly yellow and brown hues, since like Aiden, her entire character palette is inspired by an animal, the African Golden Wolf species! 🥰💛🤎

(This fella right here)

The reason? She's daughter of an African Immigrant (her mom) ✌🏽

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

epilogue:

how soph got her inspiration to write ‘juno’

<last chapter>

➴ warnings: smut (unprotected sex, breeding kink, cock warming, aftercare, creampie, p in v, slightly degradation.), mentions of dad!jack and mom!reader, mentions of ovulation, domestic soph and jack.

➴ word count: 2.9k

➴ author’s note: inspired by ‘juno’ by queen sabrina and also by the videos of jack with kids on my fyp. i am sorry for being a whore but also, not really. enjoy! ♡

BEING a mom wasn’t something that you thought you wanted.

You’d always say that, ever since you were a little girl, when your sisters talked about how they wanted to marry a nice guy and have two point five kids— all girls— and name them after Disney princesses. You’d just stare at them weirdly and go back to pretend you were doing some interview for The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

And Jack shared the same opinion— you knew that he wanted kids but it wasn’t a priority on his list. He never really mentioned them, not like Quinn, who was always talking about how he wanted to be a great father, just like Jim is.

But the thing is, you never really cared about being a mom, or making Jack a father for that matter, until you saw how Jack acted around kids.

First, it’d been with your nieces, Aurora and Jasmine. Back in 2023, you’d invited your mom, your stepdad, your sisters and their families to spend the New Years with you and Jack’s family. It was a huge mess, the house was packed with people but you were so happy to watch your favorite people— the Hughes and the Montenegro— get along with each other that the lack of space wasn’t an issue at all.

Then, you introduced your nieces to Jack.

“My babies,” you smiled, picking the four-year-old up, noticing how big she’d gotten since the last time you saw her. “This is Auntie’s boyfriend, his name’s Jack. Can you say hi?”

Aurora looked at Jack with big, bright eyes, and you could tell she was enchanted with his warm smile and blue eyes.

Jasmine stood behind your legs, the seven-year-old also staring at him with curious eyes.

“Hi, uncle Jack,” Jasmine whispered, holding your leg tighter. You gasped, not expecting her to call Jack ‘uncle�� so soon. He also looked surprised, but just for a second, before he went down on one knee and offered the little girl his hand.

“Hey, honey,” he replied back, shaking hands with the seven-year-old. “Nice to meet you and your sister.”

Aurora was looking down, the pacifier in her mouth moving around, until she finally decided Jack was worthy of her attention, moving her body towards the floor, signaling that she wanted to be down there with him.

You chuckled, sitting on the floor with them, watching as Aurora crawled her way to Jack’s lap, offering him her Maleficent plush she carried around everywhere.

“Oh, you want me to hold this?” He asked, voice gentle and funny. He picked her up and held the toy with his other hand, still smiling. “Thank you, Imma keep it safe. Jasmine, you wanna share your toys with me too?”

Jasmine ended up rambling about how she was too big for toys and that now she was only interested in singing like her auntie, which made you laugh and confess that you played with Barbies until you were twelve.

Jasmine and Aurora absolutely loved Jack. And you could see that he loved them right back, with how much attention he gave them, playing with them the entire night and answering all of their— mostly Jasmine’s— noisy questions. And when you were sitting on the couch, talking with Ellen and your mom, you watched with heart eyes as he leaned against the wall, talking to Quinn and Luke while holding a sleeping Aurora in his arms, gently rocking her back and forth, while covering her with her blanket.

After that night, you started noticing how he acted around kids. Either when he went to hospitals to visit the sick children who rooted for the Devils, or when he went with you to your concerts and interacted with the few kids there.

The way he picked them up, answered their questions, held their hands— it definitely did something to you. Not only to your brain, but to your entire body. You could always be sneaky and blame your ovulation for being a whore, but truth be said: the idea of Jack getting you pregnant was hot, even if it wasn’t something you wanted right now.

You were sitting on Quinn’s couch, watching as Jack held one of his cousins in his arms and talked to a man who was probably one of his uncles.

He looked so fucking good. His hair was a bit shorter, and he was getting bigger now, probably due to the fact that he spent too much time at the gym with Luke.

You were trying to continue the conversation with Ellen, answering her questions about your music and fans, but it was extremely hard. Jack being only a few feet away from you didn’t help, at all.

“Are you feeling okay, Soph dear?” Ellen put her hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly.

You turned your head back and smiled, deciding to tell her a half-truth. “Just a little tired and jet lagged, that’s all. Don’t worry, ma’am.”

She laughed, as she always did whenever you called her that.

“Do you want to take a nap in Quinny's room? He won’t mind.”

You felt bad because now your mother-in-law thought you weren’t feeling well but the full truth was you were just very much horny and wanting her son to fuck you.

“There’s no need for that, I’ll just wait until Jackie is ready to head back,” you nodded, looking at Jack again, who was now trying to put the baby to sleep— and failing miserably, since all the kid wanted was to remove his cap from his head.

“I’m going to talk to Jack so you both go home, okay?” She replied and before you could even stop her, she got up and walked towards Jack.

You watched as she picked the baby out of Jack’s hand and said something to him, while pointing back at you. Jack turned his head to the side and looked right back at you, and you could see that he was starting to get worried.

He nodded at something that she said, and quickly kissed her on the cheek, walking back at you.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, holding your hand and gently pulling you closer. “Mom said you weren’t feeling well. Why didn’t you tell me, Soph?”

“I’m fine, I just—” what would you even say? Hey, I’m horny and I need you to fuck me? “Hum. I can wait until you’re ready to go.”

“Nah, let’s go now.”

You barely recall the time between saying goodbye to everyone, getting in the car and heading back to Jack’s place. You spent the entire time trying to stop the wetness between your thighs and praying that it wouldn’t stain Jack’s car seat, squirming around.

“What’s the matter with you, baby?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

You didn’t answer, just tried to keep your mind in pink unicorns and old grandmas. No horny thoughts allowed until you were both at home.

Which, thankfully, didn’t take long. Jake parked inside of his garage, and you got out of the car like your ass was on fire.

“Sophia!” You heard him yell at you, before you opened the front door with your keys.

You didn’t make it too far, he grabbed you by your waist when you were making your way to his bedroom. “Soph, what is wrong with you today, baby?”

You whined, not sure of what to say. “Jack?”

“Yeah, baby?”

You stand on the tip of your toes and kiss him, your tongue fighting for space inside his mouth. He kissed you back just as ferociously, his grip on your waist becoming harder.

“‘Want you to knock me up,” you mumbled against his lips, watching as his blue eyes stared down at you, full of lust. “N-not really, but… please?”

He smirked. “You wanted to leave my brother’s house because you wanted me to knock you up?”

Well, when he put it like that…

“What a fucking slut, baby,” Jack whispered, gripping your ass with his right hand. “Just because you wanted me to make you carry my children?”

“Jack.” You moaned, holding onto his hoodie for dear life.

“You want me to make you a mommy, Soph?” Instead of letting you answer, he kissed you again, picking you up and walking with you, without breaking the kiss.

He managed to get you both in his room, and placed you on his bed, quickly taking his clothes off— the hoodie, the jeans, the shirt and then the boxers. His dick stood there hard and thick, the tip so red it was almost purple, leaking pre-cum.

You actually moaned just with the sight of it. The need of Jack’s cock inside of you, in and out, putting you in the right place, made you sweat.

You took off your own hoodie and your own shirt, thanking God for the past-you who chose not to wear a bra that day. Your nipples were hard and sensitive, just like they always are during ovulation week, that just the cold breeze inside the bedroom made you shiver.

You removed your jeans and stared at your situation, feeling disgusting and extremely horny at the same time— your panties were so wet that they were completely see through now, the thin layer of fabric doing nothing to cover your pussy.

“Jack,” you moaned again, feeling frustrated. “‘Need you.”

“I can see that, baby,” he smirked, towering your body with his. “I’ll take care of you, mhm?”

You nodded, kissing him one more time because you couldn’t get enough of his lips.

He removed your panties and threw them somewhere, the sound of something wet crushing against the floor filling up the room, making you cringe. Ovulation sucks.

He broke the kiss, moving on to your tits, sucking and biting and groping them, which didn’t help with the problem between your legs.

Jack finally let go, positioning himself so that he could be inside you in a quick, swift move. You moaned, feeling finally full and satisfied.

“Fuck, Soph, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he breathed in your ear as he pounded inside you, as if you couldn’t hear the pornographic sounds whenever he sank deeper inside you. “All of this just because you wanted my kids? You could’ve just asked, uh, y’know?”

You wanted to reply so bad, tell him that it was just your post-period brain being absurd and crazy, but you had already reached that place inside your head you craved so much, the silence, the calmness— every thought being shoved inside a drawer and the only thing on your head was how Jack reached deep inside you, and how you could feel him in your belly, and how much you loved him and how you wanted to be the mother of his children so badly.

The saltiness of your tears inside your mouth made you realize that you were fully crying, as you often did whenever Jack took you to the right place. All you wanted to do was let him take care of you, and hand your life to him on a silver platter.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He sucked on your right nipple, fucking you so hard the mattress was moving. “Knowing that you’re gonna be a mommy? Carry my children and have my last name?”

You nodded even though you wanted to speak, but your tongue felt glued to the roof of your mouth and your mind was busy conjuring images of Jack holding babies who looked like the perfect mix between the two of you, and being the greatest dad ever and you wanted that so, so much.

“Can’t even speak, fuck, baby,” He mocked you, rubbing your clit furiously, making you scream and try to close your thighs— no success, since Jack’s body made it impossible. “None of that, Soph.”

You knew you probably looked like a mess; hair tangled, face wet with tears and probably spit too, tits marked and with his handprints on them, but it didn’t matter. All you wanted was JackJackJack.

You came with an obnoxiously loud scream, legs trembling and eyes rolled to the back of your head, while Jack still rubbed your sensitive, swollen clit and slammed his cock inside you.

You clutched the sheets like your life depended on it, head going side to side, eyes closed the entire time, until you felt the familiar sensation of Jack’s come deep inside you.

“Good God, Soph,” Jack sounded out of breath. “Fuck.”

You still didn’t feel ready to speak, the tears still rolling down your face, so you just waited until he moved around, laying down and bringing you with him, his dick softening inside of you, something he knew you liked to have after sex.

He kissed your forehead and put the duvet on top of both of you, as you slowly came back to life, listening to his heartbeat and counting your own breaths.

“I love you,” you mumbled, wanting nothing more than a nap.

He chuckled, before kissing your forehead again. “I love you too. D’you think we’re going to be parents now?” He joked, and you smacked his chest, lightly.

“Don’t be silly.”

He just hummed, deciding to leave you alone (for now) and removing himself from you instead. You winced, feeling his cum coming out of you, as you clenched around nothing.

Jack then picked you up, and walked with you to the bathroom, making sure that you peed before showering. He left the bathroom for no more than a minute, just to give you some privacy— he knew that even after all this time, you were still embarrassed to pee in front of him— and came back with your favorite pajamas: cotton panties and an old NJ Devils shirt.

You smiled, seeing his name and number plastered on the back of the shirt, remembering the night you first met, and how pissy he was because you were wearing Nico’s jersey.

It feels like a lifetime ago.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, blue eyes staring so deep into your soul that you had no option but to agree with everything he said.

He gently held your hand, guiding you until you were standing inside the big shower stall, the warm water untying all the knots in your body.

You leaned against his body, both of you under the water now, humming as he cleaned you, with your favorite vanilla scented body wash— which he secretly loved more than you.

His hands work slowly and gently, spreading the soap on all of your body, and you just stand there, accepting it and hiding your face as you feel his fingers entering you again, removing his release.

You should be used to it by now but it was still a foreign feeling, being so well taken care of sometimes still scared you, but Jack was nothing but patient.

You watched as he cleaned his own body, not using even half of the gentleness he used with you, which made you smile. If you weren’t so tired, you’d offer your help, but right now all you wanted was to sleep beside him.

He turned the water off and got out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his hips. He smiled at you and picked up another towel, drying your body with it.

He didn’t wash your hair so no need for hair dryers, thankfully, so you just slipped into your custom made pajamas and waited until he got himself dressed as well— a Calvin Klein underwear— before you both washed your teeth and got out of the bathroom.

You sat on the bed, trying your hardest not to smile, not wanting to look crazy. But you were happy. So, so happy, you were probably writing about this later.

“Here, pretty,” he handed you a bottle of water, already opened. “Drink this for me and we're ready to go to sleep.”

You thanked him softly before practically chugging the water bottle and placing it on your nightstand.

Jack smiled and gave you a peck, before sliding into the bed with you, pulling you close, as he always did. He wasn’t much of a snuggle guy, but he knew how much you liked them, so he just followed the lead.

After a few minutes in silence, you turned around so you could face those sapphire eyes you loved so dearly. “I am on birth control,” you whispered, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “Just so you know.”

He smiled, chuckling. “I know that, baby. I was just giving you something you needed.”

You nodded, not sure if you should feel content or not. Did that mean Jack doesn’t want you to be the mom of his kids? Your post-sex brain shouted yes.

He must have sensed that something was going on inside of your brain, because he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“For the record, I do want to have babies with you,” he said, as if he couldn’t believe you thought otherwise. “Just maybe not now? I’m still twenty-three and you’re almost twenty-five.”

“‘S fine,” you mumbled, hiding your face on his chest. “I know that. I was just being horny.”

You heard his breathy laugh and his chest moving according to the sound. “Yeah. I know that too, baby,”

The jet-lag and the tiredness of the day hit you like a trunk, and you were out not even five minutes later, nestled inside the heavy duvet and Jack’s arms.

“I love you, Soph,” Jack’s whisper was the last thing you heard, making a tired smile appear on your lips.

“‘Love you more.”

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sophiamontenegro 'juno' music video is out now!

starring our nhl stars, _quinnhughes, jackhughes and lhughes_06, my beautiful best friend morgan.grace and my loving niece aurora!

i love all of u and i'm so thankful for all the love you guys have given 'make me yours' so far!!! xx tell me ur favorite positions ;)

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morgan.grace I LOVE YOU

user1 she wrote this during ovulation week bc ain’t no way

lhughes_06 😌

user4 when she sang “god bless your dad’s genetics” and the camera showed quinn jack and luke sitting on the couch I DIED. LIKE HELL YES

user2 idk about you guys but i found it sooo cute when she said “one of me is cute but two though?” and showed a baby who looked just like her 🥹🥹🥹🥹 i need sophia to be a mom right now

nicohischier 😮😮😮

trevorzegras why didn’t u call me, I’m a great actor

sophiamontenegro trevorzegras dwayne get out my fucking comment section. go do something man

user12 my favourite part was when she said “i showed my friends, then we high fived” and it was her and grace stalking jack’s instagram 💀💀

user7 i giggled so hard when she sat on jack’s lap and sang “i’m so fucking horny” and he SMIRKED. HELP 💜

jackhughes you know my favorite one

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[simp2537]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: Timeskip for like two years later. We get Auntie Nemuri(Midnight)!!! Protective dadzawa😁😁. Series triggers bellow.

Word Count: 1,451 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

Aizawa walked towards the training ground of U.A as Nezu rode along in his scarf. Nezu went on and on about Y/n file but Aizawa didn’t really paid attention. As the pair made it to the grounds they saw Y/n sitting in the ground, eyes shut and mediating. 

Strangely colored mushrooms and flowers flowed all around her. Her hair was tied up in a loose style. Most likely done by Nemuri who watched her while grading some papers.

“Extraordinary isn’t she.” Nezu mumbled softly. The principal watched her with such intrigue. 

“Yeah, she is.” Aizawa answered as Nezu climbed down.

“Her quirk is one of the most versatile quirks I’ve ever seen. She can do some many different things.” Nezu said while hold up Y/n’s file up to Aizawa. Aizawa gently took the file and read it carefully.

Subject 108 

WonderCorps

Subject 108 shows great signs of strength, power and agility. She has withstood many of our expectations and experiments. The only issues that we’ve run in his her determination to protect the other experiments. She’s given five of them names. She won’t let the other doctors near them and uses her abilities to protect them. Her abilities grow stronger as she does. Yesterday I placed her in the glass room with three other experiments and they didn’t stand a chance. She turned them into dust within a few minutes. If she continues to progress like this we will have our Alice in no time. 

~ signed Doctor Glass

Aizawa closed her file from the WonderCorps and watched as Y/n shot up. She was showing Nemuri a colorful flower. Nezu took the file back and tucked it under his arm. 

“Did you find the missing files yet?” Aizawa asked and Nemuri began to bring Y/n over to them. Nezu shook his head.

“No, the five file after Y/n’s are still missing. We’ve checked the whole facility. Most things were burnt up. We took all the evidence and I have all the video tapes in my office.” Nezu said. Y/n looked over at him and shot her body forward. 

“DOOR MOUSE!” Y/n yelled as she ran forward. Right before she was going to crash into Nezu and give him a big hug she stopped. Instead she crashed into Aizawas legs and he was pushed back a little. 

Aizawa hugged onto his daughter as she held a big smile on her face. 

“DAD! DAD! LOOK LOOK!” Y/n shouted while jumping up and down a little. She held out her and and the air in her palms began to warp and glow with all colors of the rainbow. A orange and pink flower with a bright yellow stem appeared. Y/n held it out for Aizawa to take.

Aizawa took the colorful flower with a small smile. He places the flower in his pocket as Y/n made another one for Nezu. 

“Why thank you N/n.” Nezu said as he held onto his flower. 

“You’re welcome Door Mous- I mean Nezu.” Y/n smiled as she corrected herself. Aizawa combed his hand through her daughter hair gently as Nemuri stood next to him. Nemuri sent him a small look and Aizawa nodes his head.

Nezu took Y/n towards the office. Y/n held a big smile as she pounced up and down. 

“Are we going to go for tea?” Y/n asked as her light blue dress pounced up and down. Nezu nodded as he lead her away. Aizawa turned to Nemuri with a confused look.

“What is it Midnight?” Aizawa asked.

Nemuri turned to him with a slight glare.

“Aizawa you know what I’m about to say.” Nemuri said.

“No Midnight, it’s way too soon for that.” Aizawa insisted.

“Aizawa, she needs to interact with kids her age.” Nemuri explained while crossing her arms. Aizawa shook his head with a slight glare. 

“Absolutely not! Midnight she’s not ready for that yet. We’ve only had her for two years, she still loses control and what if something happened?” 

Midnight sighed softly and looked back Aizawa. She kept her arms crossed as she stared at him.

“Aizawa she’s made lots of improvements since we saved her. You need to socialize her with other kids.” Midnight argued.

“Midnight there’s still so much we don’t know about Y/n, about her powers. We still haven’t learned everything. Plus there are still times where she doesn’t show or process her emotions and feeling correctly” Aizawa said.

Midnight groaned in frustration. Aizawa wasn’t listening to what she was saying. She wasn’t asking him to put her in school. She was just asking to have her meet kids her age.

“I’m not saying put her school, I’m saying she needs friends.” Midnight hissed.

Aizawa groaned and rubbbed his eyes. He was too tired for this. Sure he knew eventually Y/n would need friend her age but this was too soon. Yes Y/n had come a long way from that kid in a hospital but they didn’t know what things could set her emotions off.

Maybe Midnight was right. Maybe Y/n did need to meet some kids her own age. Aizawa sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Okay.”

“O-okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.” 

Midnight stared at Aizawa’s back as her began to walk away. Midnight stood frozen for a moment.

“Wait! Aizawa what do you mean okay?” Midnight shrieked from the grounds. 

“I mean I’ll find her a friend.” Aizawa shouted back. 

As her turned his back to her again and rubbed his face. As he walked towards Nezu’s office he thought to himself. How could he give his daughter a friend without endangering another child. As Aizawa opened the door to Nezu’s office Y/n sat drinking her tea softly.

Nezu placed his phone down and picked up his tea cup. Nezu motioned to the empty chair and began to pour some tea for Aizawa. Before Aizawa could add and sugar the sugar pot began to float. The spoon picked up some sugar and placed it into his tea.

Multiple colors surround the tea cup and spoon as Y/n used her quirk to mix in the sugar. Aizawa watched his daughter carefully. She held her tongue out a little and had her eyes closed. 

When the sugar had been mixed in properly Y/n floated the tea cup towards her dad. Aizawa sent her a small smile as he took the tea cup. Y/n smiled brightly as she went back to her own tea.

“How did your conversation with Midnight go?” Nezu questioned as he sipped his tea. Aizawa snuck a quick glance at Y/n and saw she was occupied with floating the tea cups.

“Midnight wants to socialize Y/n with kids her own age.” Aizawa grumbled as he took a small sip. His face turned unpleasant, Y/n had out too much sugar.

“That girls sweet tooth is something else.” Aizawa mumbles softly. 

“Oh yes, Midnight did mention that to me.” Nezu said. Aizawa turned to Nezu with a tired look.

“You didn’t think to tell me?” Aizawa groaned. Nezu sent him a small smile as he looked over at Y/n. Colorful butterflies flew around her and landed in her hair. The butterflies became small clips in her hair. 

Aizawa smiles softly at her as a small mouse appears in her lap. The mouse is dressed in old Victoria clothes. The mouse his a light brown color with pink ears and nose. Y/n talks softly with the Door Mouse. 

Aizawa still doesn’t completely understand how this creatures or as Y/n makes him call the her friends appear. No one really knows where they come from.

“I thought you’d agree, Y/n needs friends that her age and need to socialize.” Nezu replied softly. Aizawa rested his elbows on Nezu’s desk. 

“Who was that you were in the phone with?” Aizawa questions trying to change the subject.

“Endeavor, he was inquiring about Y/n.” Nezu sipped his tea as Y/n handed him a beautifully draw landscape. It was filled with different sized and differently colored mushrooms. A purple checked path on the ground lead to a large green castle.

“What? Why?” Aizawa asked as his head shot up. Endeavor wasn’t really fond of Y/n like the others were. When she was rescued Y/n didn’t seem to like Endeavor.

“He didn’t say, he was just asking about her improvement.” Nezu say as her hung up the landscape next to the many other drawings Y/n had given him. 

Aizawa looked down at Y/n as she drew and talking her her mouse friend. An idea popped into Aizawa’s head.

“Nezu, Endeavor has a son around Y/n’s age right?” Aizawa asked shooting Y/n a small glance.

“I believe so? Why?” 

“I think I just found a friend for Y/n.”

[heavyknitter]

2 - Do you even knit bro

So here I am, with my little test piece and wool my aunt brought me from the store and new knitting needles and a bunch of wool I acquired myself on day 3 of my knitting journey.

So.. we hit September 29th - the day I just went for it.

I figured I had done plenty of practice for just doing something as basic as a scarf, I mean, basically I already made a little animal sized scarf already right so how hard can it be to do this on a larger scale?

Well. Lets start with the fact that while I knew the basic movement of knitting I had not yet learned how to cast on wool to start something new. Because remember, my aunt did that with the test piece and did the first two rows - so over to the auntie we go and we run back into the same issue as before - she can't explain and I can't follow. Hand manipulation became funky business because neither of us realized that when I tried to copy I held the threads wrong and tried to cast on loops with the thread connected to the wool not the other one. It was a bit of a funny back and forth because she looked over my hand movements, saw me pick up the thread and of course it did not work as intended and neither of us cottoned in on what was going wrong here. It might seem silly, but I was very pleased with myself once she retried on her own hand to figure out what I am doing wrong (remember we are both kinaesthetic creatures, she needed to replicate my movements to find out what is wrong but as opposed to me she held the threads - both of them - correctly for this step so she did not realize what went wrong on my end) that it dawned on me that I had thrice looped the threads wrong around my fingers and of course it could not work that way. So I took the thing back from her, wound the threads around my hand again and this time it worked. My first correctly cast on loop. Fuck yeah. The upside of fucking around so much on this basic step and then realizing what went wrong would ensure that this is now second nature ain't no way I am doing this wrong again ever. Good thing too because my aunt was starting to get mildly frustrated because this is easy basic stuff but somehow it is complicated and I get why it frustrated her a bit how clumsy my humble beginnings are but I reminded her gently, that she did this for years, she does not have to think or plan anything for her it is all muscle memory, just like riding a bike. But I have not learned how to ride this particular bike - would she expect me to know how to hold my balance without having it ever done before? Of course not. And any new task that involves your body and movement needs to be hardwired in your brain to make you perform it with the same ease she does it. The older we get, the more we forget how tricky it can be to pick up something new you have never done before and many people get frustrated and stop learning something because they wrongly assume being an adult means you should learn shit in a snap. Nah. Everything we learn kickstarts new neural pathways in our brain, those want to be engaged and nurtured by repetition you can't just go into something new and come out a pro in the same day. 's not how it works. But my aunt is in her late 50s so it's been a while since she got into any new craft. But she understood when I explained and reminded.

So here I am, happily casting on loop after loop and I have no concept on how much to get a good broad scarf so my aunt estimated for me to make like 40 (I am working on another scarf right now and she was absolutely right - 40 is the perfect amount for this particular bulky wool) and I said "I want it huge, really really big you feel me? So she said "make it 45 then". By the time I started counting how many I already had on there I was at 55 but instead of stopping there I figured, ehh extra bulky - and made it 70.

And let me tell you, with absolute no shadow of a doubt, this was both a mistake and overshooting the goal widely and also the best thing ever.

It is soft, it is bulky, it is wide enough that if I get it to the length I wish to achieve I could very likely roll myself up in it. And I mean completely. Like.. drape and wrap it nicely, use some safety pins and bäm. Could make it some sort of eccentric statement piece in the next ballroom. So yeah, Friday the 29th was go-time and I was knitting until like.. what.. 2am happy as a clam. Next morning, Saturday I woke up, grabbed the thing to knit a bit before getting up, count the loops and.. I lost one. No idea were it went, no idea when it went and no idea how to spot were it is. The good thing for me was, that on this very Saturday my mother would drop in to help me with something and if my auntie is an expert in knitting, then my Mother is the master. There was so much crafted stuff in my childhood home and my fondest memories of my mother are her crocheting, knitting, or crafting something. Mostly fancy Easter eggs with fabrics pearls and feathers and stuff. Really fancy shizzle. So of course when she dropped in I was like "Mama! I started to knit! Also I lost a loop and I do not know where it is or how to spot it in this bulky thing help meeeee!" And she gave me a look. You know the one. The one only an exasperated Mom can give you. But eh, she found it. Six or Seven rows below and so she unraveled all those rows, threw everything back on the needle, counted, and then redid the rows with speed I could not comprehend. She also muttered something about this wool being bad, it's too dark too bulky can't see shit with that why would you use that as starting project yadda yadda yadda. (I think she was pleased tho, she tried back then to get both of her children into crafting but my brother was more for gaming and bionicles and I was more art, writing and gaming the spark was not quite there yet)

She gave me a second look when I showed her the wool I had acquired already for future projects because she lowkey thinks I might not stick with it - well, let it be known I am in deep. I might eventually balance it out again with all my other hobbies but for now I just wanna progress and create stuff and I like to have a lil stash on hand. She promised me to show me how to knit with 5 needles to make some legwarmers I am very exited and down the line of talking she told me not to try a blanket because she wanted to do that and was discouraged because its expensive and takes too long. But she also told me that the bulky wool I have going for the scarf she would do away with in 1 hour so I'm like... damn woman if you're so fast and money is no longer an issue you could probably pull this off in record time.

It also gave me a lil kick because this bulky thing? 1 hour??

Now that it a goal to work up to >d

This is the state of the scarf currently by the way, pulled over both of the knitting needles so I can show you just how broad this thing is. The lighter is a normal sized lighter that fits in the palm of your hand. Like I said, 70 loops was both the worst and best decision I made with this. I already had to start a second roll of wool for this. It will take a bit to finish. In fact I already finished something else in the meantime while working on this because just one WIP is not a thing I can do (I have now 5 things I work on truth be told)

But yeahhhh it huge I love this thing I can wear this as fullbody piece eventually I am very pleased. And it is soft. It is so soft. I love it so much.

[hyperfixationspam]

s2 finale liveblog

good morning sluts i am so fucking scared

hes in his meditation era

"idk a wave or something" babygirl i love you

OH THE DADDY ISSUES

STOP SAYING SIMPLE

SSHSHSKSHDJS POOR BABYGIRL HE WANTS TO BE ADOPTED SO BAD

SWEETHEART WHAT ARE YOU DOING

IS HE BEING MUTINIED FROM FISHING 😭😭😭

YEAH THEY ARE DICKS TELL EM BB

ZHENG IS FINE SHES IN THE TRAILER FUCK YOU

"britain never shall be slaves" 🫤 interesting choice of words

PETES POOR BALD HEAD 😭

JACKIE LOOKS SO SAD 😭😭

RICKY YOU BITCH MY ENEMY FUCK YOU

YOUR NOSE?? YOU FREAK

EWW YOU BITCH I HATE YOU

ZHENG!!!!!

OH GOD SHES HAVING FLASHBACKS

OH THIS IS WHERE THAT SCENE IS FROM

AUNTIE CANT BE DEAD NOO 😭😭😭

ZHENG BB GET UP PLS

STEDE!!!!

"or is it?" loser i love you

ZHENG HELL YEAH!!!!!

her fixing her pigtails 😭 shes so cute

ED POOR SWEETIE

OH. OK.

hes already added a third daddy to have issues about what an icon

YEAHHHHHHHH LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOO

SHUT UP RICKY FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

lmaooo izzy coming into "well actually 🤓☝️"

PINOCCHIO 😭😭 WE LOVE A CALLBACK

IZZY STOP WITH THE CANDLES

"the brains of this operation" 🤮🤮🤮 U RACIST BITCH

IZZY LORE???

HEY JACKIE. WHATS THAT. JACKIE

THE SOLDIERS READING THE LETTER NO NO NO NO

SOOOOOOOBS

ED READING THE ROMANTIC LETTER WHILE MURDERING THESE BITCHES 😭😭 I LOVE YOU

GNOSSIENE REMIX???

"WE WROTE OUR NAMES ON EACH OTHER" SHUT UPPPPPP

SWEET BABY

"you wrote me a lovely letter!!! 😡" why is he mad now shskdhskd

stede practically tripping over his own feet is so funny

NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR OUR BEAUTIFUL ROMANTIC HERO TO STEP IN

YEAHHHHH

THE MUSICAL CALLBACK 😭😭😭😭

OH MY GOD ITS JUST LIKE HIS DREAM THIS IS SO FUNNY AND HEARTBREAKING AND STUPID AND LIFE SHATTERING

zheng being like "ok we need to hurry this up so you bitches can be gay" queen

THE LONG AWAITED FIGHTING TOWARDS EACH OTHER SCENE!!!!!!

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAA

SWEETHEARTS 💕💕💕💕💕

KISSY!!!!!!!

"lifes a dick" real 😭

KISSY!!!!! THATS KISSY NUMBER FIVE NUMBER SIX IF YOU COUNT THE SECRET ONE

HE SAID IT!!!!!! HE SAID IT!!!!!!

bro hit him with the star wars reference 🫤

ZHENG 😭😭

wait has ed not met zheng??? i completely forgot

"shes super tough" "GUYSSSSS FUUUUUUUCK" i love her so much she is everything to me

"FOR LOOOOOVE" HAHAHAHA

"we need someone to pee on the shirt" hey im sorry what did i just walk into

AUNTIE!!!!!!!

"ive got plenty of blood" yeah i can see that

LMAOO THEM JUST CHILLING NEXT TO THE BODIES OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS

"oh you saw the flip ☺️" lmaooo

"i caught it 🥰" cuteeee

BABE!!!!!

"men have cost her too much" lore??? also me too bitch the fuck

"ur not a man" oh transgender? "ur soft" 🫤

"you dont do soft?? 😫" olu baby ily

izzy im scared for u pls stop taunting him

"because....." we're gay? "we're good" ok that works too

"you are a rancid syphilitic cunt 💅" iconic

"ooh theres a lot of them 🫤" stede saw his bf and forgot about strategy

OH SHIT SHE DID POISON THEM. WAIT FUCK WHO ELSE IS POISONED.

"is that us doing that" STEDE YOU DUMBASS 😭😭😭😭

wait theyre poison trained??? wtf 😭

"no!!!!! let me kill him 🥰" beautiful

bruh olu having to remind her to be nice 😭

"i am. proud. of you. 😐" so genuine 💞

ZHENG MY SWEETHEART MY SWEET GIRL

ASS SHOT?????? HELLO?????????

ok ur taking the outfits but who took the underwear too 😭😭

zheng lookin kinda 🥵🥵🥵

how are they all rocking this its a navy uniform its not supposed to look good

is frenchie wearing eyeliner hell yeah

ok yeah why did you trust ricky with that

DID. DID IZZY JUST GET SHOT. HELLO

why did olu grab that guy so intimately it looked like he was about to kiss him 😭

JIM IS JIM OK

OH GOD IZZYS ABOUT TO DIE ISNT HE. HES ABOUT TO BE WUZZY

OK AT LEAST JIM SEEMS FINE

OLU I LOVE YOU SILLY BOY

AUNTIE??????? NO NO NO

WHY IS LUCIUS RUNNING SO GAYLY 😭😭😭

izzys makeup he looks so close to death oh god

"SIT WITH ME EDDIE" FUUUUUUCK

"IM SORRY" GOD FINALLY

GOD HES FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGING IT. I CAN DIE IN PEACE. HOPEFULLY IZZY CAN TOO I GUESS

"it was us" FUCK FUXK FUCK FUXK FUCK FUUUUUCK

"i wanna go" OH MY GODDDDD

"youre my only family" "oh fuck off you twat" yeah thats the proper response 😭

"JUST BE ED" FUCKU FUXK FUCK FUXK

OH MY GOD. THE "THERE HE IS" PARALLEL. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.

OH MY FUCKING GOD HE FUCKIN DEAD

congratulations to con o neill for doing the most convincing dead eyes ive ever seen thats a bit terrifying

STEDE PLEEEEASE GO GET YOUR MAN DONT JUST STAND THERE

OH THEYRE BURYING HIM HES LIKE DEAD DEAD NO RISING FROM THE GRAVE FOR HIM

ROACH GIVING THE MIDDLE FINGER SHSKDHSKF

"he was a fucking nightmare what a guy" spitting straight facts

"i think wed be good together. kick a lotta ass" hell yeah wlw mlm solidarity

oh shit rickys still alive i forgot 😭

"shes said enough" HAHAHAHAHA

WEDDING WEDDING WEDDING WEDING YES YES YES YES

fang are u ok

ED........ THOSE EYES........

MATEYS!!!!!!!!!!

ok fang is not ok pls get this boy some therapy

"or kiss or something" 😭

CUTIES!!!!!!!! HUSBANDS!!!!!! MATEYS!!!!!!! CUTIES!!!!!!!!!

NINA SIMONE HELL YEA

WAIT IS FRENCHIE FIRST MATE FOR REAL NOW

OH SHIT JACKIES HERE TOO. FOUND FAMILY UNION!!!!

sugarballs????? 😭😭😭

WAIT ED AND STEDE STAYED BEHIND OH FUCK

INNKEEPERS!!!!!!!

OH MY GODDDDDDD

BUTTONS??????

frenchie skinny legend

wait who pissed on the towel

WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO FOR S3 IF THEYRE BEHIND THO. LIKE IM HAPPY FOR THEM BUT WHAT ABOUT S3

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 60

Warnings: Talk of past trauma stuff Word count: 3412

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 59 | Timeline | Volt 61

We all sat around the dorms after the exam, all of us running on the pure excitement of obtaining our licenses. Provisional or not, we knew how big of a deal they were. I walked into the common room, holding a glass of juice. Everyone was talking and having a good time, and as excited as I was, I was drained and had a lot on my mind. So instead of hanging out with everyone, I took the short walk over to my parents place, Hitoshi hot on my trail.

What's going on?

I gotta talk to Dad and Pops about something.

At night?

Yeah.

My brother nodded in confusion but our parents happily greeted us once we walked in. Auntie Nem was sitting on the couch, sipping on a glass of wine.

"Hello boys, congratulations on passing. I'm very proud of you both." She told us, reaching out and ruffling each of our heads of messy hair. "I feel as though you want to talk to your fathers about something, so I'll be on my way." I gave her a hug and sat on the couch after she left.

"Onryo? Hitoshi? Is everything okay?" I scratched at my arm nervously, biting back a word vomit that would bite me in the ass. "Onryo?" I looked at Dad, merely glancing at him. The itching feeling welled up in my body and I loathed that it was a persistent issue again.

"I think I want to meet my birth family." I finally blurted out. Everyone looked at me in shock, clearly not expecting that out of anything. "Sorry, I-" Dad crouched in front of me and gently stopped my hands from attacking my marred skin.

"Take a breath and slow down. We aren't mad." I nodded hesitantly and took a shaky breath.

"I know that even if you don't tell me if Fumikoto's been texting you guys, she still has. I'm worried though. What if they all turn out just as crazy or crazier then Shiroka? I mean, Shikadai's gotta have a screw or two loose to date and procreate with her. I just, I don't know what to do. Because I don't really want a relationship with them but at the same time, it would probably be good for me to meet them and understand parts of where I came from, even if I hold no acknowledgement of relation towards them." Our parents simply nodded, my brother rubbing small circles on my back.

"We're not mad. We already told you we wouldn't be. This is something that's important. They have answers that we don't, so if you want to meet them then we can set something up. If you want to keep in touch with them, then that's up to you, little listener." I took a deep breath and nodded, my mind finally calming down.

"Okay. I think I should talk to Chiyo first, though. I haven't seen her in a while..." Pops pulled me into a gentle hug and hummed out a small response.

"Sounds like a plan." Dad told us.

"Have you thought about meeting your birth parents at all, little listener?" Pops asked, turning to Hitoshi, the question catching his by surprise.

"Yeah, I think I want to meet them." Our parents nodded and we slowly fell into a comfortable silence.

Hitoshi and I curled into our parents sides as we watched a movie, my head cloudy with everything going on and I tried my hardest to ignore that growing itch boiling under my skin. I attempted to push it away and not fidget, but failed more then succeeded, earning a few concerned glances from my parents.

"Onryo? Are you alright?" I quickly nodded and picked at my fingers.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I told him softly, trying to brush off his concern.

"Onryo." Dad pressed slightly. Not demanding I open up, but reminding me that the door to talk was open.

"I kissed Denki." I blurted out, rather than confessing what happened the other night. I watched as Hitoshi tried to conceal his laughter. Pops smiling widely, head snapping back and forth to watch this play out while Dad looked, disgruntled.

"Come again?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and awkwardly smiled.

"At Sero's house, we were playing truth or dare and Mina dared us to kiss. But it hasn't happened again since." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"'Zashi? Can we talk for a minute?" Pops' eyes went even wider but he quickly nodded, giving my brother and I each a kiss on the head before him and Dad went to their bedroom. Hitoshi and I shared one look with each other and made haste to get to the outside of their room. My brother signing for me once again as we eavesdropped. "I'm not happy." Dad said, getting straight to the point.

"I know Sho, but they're growing up." Pops consoled him.

"It feels like yesterday we signed the paperwork to adopt them."

"It does, but soon enough they're going to be adults. What do you want to do?" They didn't speak for a minute, Dad probably thinking about the best way to go about it.

"Ideally, I want to tell him he's not allowed to be alone or near Kaminari anymore. I know that's illogical though, and I would be overreacting. Why couldn't it be Kirishima, or Sero? Or even Tenya. Anyone but a loud blond." Pops chuckled harmoniously and I could almost see them sitting together. "What do you think we should do?"

"Well, before I share my opinions, remember what happened when your parents found out about us, and tried making us never see each other?" There was a pregnant pause. "It would only make them distance themselves from us. Plus, we both know they're good kids. The worst they've done is cuddle and kissed once. We were doing worse at their age, remember when—" Hitoshi went wide eyed and stopped signing, his hands moving to cover his ears before we hurried back to the living room.

"What happened?" He shook his head at my question.

"Nothing, just, ew." I looked at him curiously but slowly nodded, not pressing for an answer. We sat there for a few more minutes before Dad and Pops came back out.

"Onryo." I looked up at Dad, my mind finding ten thousand different ways this could go. "You aren't in trouble. Sunshine and I talked things over, more than anything, we're proud that you felt comfortable enough to say anything. I'm not particularly fond of that. I'm not exactly ready for either of you to start dating. But, due to this knowledge, your Pops and I wanted to go over a few potential ground rules for this stage of your lives." Hitoshi and I both nodded, paying close attention to what was being said. "Onryo, I would rather you not have regular sleepovers with Kaminari, however I won't be asking that of you since he somehow helps you sleep. We both are trusting you and respecting your privacy, so we ask that whatever either of you do, keep it PG. Okay?" I nodded along, my brother agreeing as well. "Good. Now, this is the important one. Whoever either of you date in the future, regardless of who it is, if they hurt you or cross a boundary, you leave that situation and inform us. If it persists and bleeds into harassment, you tell us and we handle it. Understood?"

"So, if whoever we date starts acting like Takai, get the hell out of there and tell you two." Dad gave a curt nod at my comparison and I sent him a thumbs up.

"And Onryo, for the time being I don't mind the sleepovers, your health takes priority over my worrying. But I would prefer that they don't become habitual afterwards." I gave a small nod. "Is there anything else you want to tell us? Seeing as how telling us about Kaminari was the first diversion you thought of?" My face went bright red, not expecting to be caught that easily.

"I don't really wanna talk about it." He nodded once, respecting the fact that I didn't want to open up.

"Do those rules sound fair?" Pops asked lightly.

"Yeah, in all honesty, you've never set unfair rules for us." I chimed in, my brother agreeing with a small nod.

"Okay. You two should head back to the dorms for the night, try and rest before classes start tomorrow. Onryo, don't forget you have detention after school for the first two days." I sighed but gave our Dad a thumbs up.

"I forgot you had detention this week. Sho, are we sure it's a good idea for him to have detention this week? He'll have to be in the same room as that kid for a few hours for the next two days." Dad sat there for a moment, trying to find a way to word it.

"You both know I have two answers for this, right?" My brother and I silently agreed, waiting for him to continue. "As your Dad, I know it's a horrible idea. I don't want you going through that again. As your teacher, it's a lesson as to why you need to strive towards keeping a more level head against arrogant pricks like that."

"I know, I wish I didn't react that way but if Kendo didn't beat me to the metaphorical and literal punch, I would've been in more trouble." My parents simply sighed and shared a small look.

"Very well, you two should head back now. You both know what to do if a nightmare happens." Dad told us softly.

My brother and I said our goodnights and walked back to the dorms in a comfortable silence.

So, what didn't you want to tell them?

It's nothing, don't worry about it.

How many times do I have to tell you this? I'm going to worry, you're my brother. If I pulled that back there, you'd probably never let me hear the end of it.

Well, good thing I can't hear all that well.

Onryo. You've been off more than normal the past few days.

And I'll bounce back. I'm fine.

My brother hung his head and while I felt guilty for pushing him away, I didn't want to hurt him more by telling him the truth.

When we got back, I followed him up to his room, the two of us making coffee and sitting in silence. My conscience nagging at me to talk to him.

I'm sorry for not opening up.

He raised an eyebrow as he sipped on his coffee.

Okay?

I just, I'm so angry about so many things and it all just feels so stupid and overwhelming and even though I'm angry, I'm stressed and still just feel empty.

You need to start processing what happened.

I don't want to think about it. I have to see it all over again whenever I sleep, that should be more than enough processing.

You know what I mean. You should start seeing Chiyo again.

She's gonna want me to talk about it.

Then tell her you're not ready until you end up word vomiting it. I think we've both talked about worse things.

It's different from when we were kids.

How so?

Growing up, we got normalized to that shit. It didn't hurt to talk about as much because that was our every day. It's been seven years since anything like that has happened. Sure we might have gotten snide remarks and stuff, but nothing to that degree. It's like the first time a foster parent or Kasumi hit me all over again. I'm confused and hurt and I blame myself for not being stronger.

Makes sense when you put it that way. I usually disassociate when my stuff gets that bad until I can deal with it.

I know. You always have.

You're allowed to feel the pain.

I don't want to feel the pain. I've felt enough to last me a few lifetimes.

We all have, but it's not going to hurt less until you process it and Chiyo can help speed up the process.

I think this is gonna take longer than what you're thinking.

Better to start sooner rather than later.

I shrugged and we drank our coffee together for a while. Talking about menial things to pass the time until the whole dorm building shook from the force of a door closing.

My brother and I quietly rushed downstairs, taking the emergency staircase and saw our Dad restraining Bakugou and Midoriya with his capture weapon. I slowly backed up and waited for my brother to tell me what was going on.

Bakugou and Izuku snuck out and got into a fight, they're on house arrest for the next few days.

Shit.

My brother hung his head and went upstairs, telling me he needed some alone time, which I respected. So I started wandering, taking in the silence and the tranquility of the dorms. I walked up the flight of stairs in the back of the dorms until I stumbled across the door to the roof. Hesitantly, I pushed open the door and quickly became enamored at all of the stars.

From Drowzee: Get off of the roof and go to bed.

I ran a hand through my hair, not even thinking about the cameras or the possibility of a silent alarm that would alert him.

To Drowzee: I can't sleep, can I stay up here for a bit? I want to look at the stars. I can't see them from my balcony

From Drowzee: Fine, but I'll be checking the cameras to make sure you're okay. Please text me when you go back to your dorm. I love you.

To Drowzee: Alright, I love you too

I pocketed my phone and got comfortable on the roof. Laying on it and staring at the thousands and millions of stars above me. Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention and my head snapped to see Denki gently shutting the door and leaving it cracked. I quickly popped in my hearing aids so I could hear him rather then trying to read his lips.

"What's a cute guy like you doing up here all alone?" I was thankful for the darkness not allowing him to see how red I got from that.

"What's a hot shot like you doing up this late?" He sent me a smirk and sat down next to me.

"Couldn't sleep, heard something going on downstairs, peeked my head out and saw you going to the staircase and I wanted to make sure you were okay. Still having a hard time sleeping?" I solemnly nodded, propping myself up against my forearms. "So what's so interesting about the sky?"

"UA is further away from the city, it's more secluded, so we don't get light pollution that much. It's nice being able to see the stars." His eyebrows furrowed together slightly.

"The stars?" I nodded softly, finally somewhat placated after our long day. "Do you know any constellations?"

"Yeah, I hyperfixated on it for a while, my dads even took me to the observatory so I could use the big telescope." He shed his open zip up hoodie and propped it back as a makeshift pillow, hands resting behind his head. He not so subtly glanced at his bicep and I happily accepted the invitation to cuddle. Warmth radiating from his body as we stared at the stars.

"Tell me about the constellations?" I blushed wildly, still not used to someone wanting to hear my ramblings and seemingly pointless things.

"So, that super bright star is Polaris, it points to north. If you follow it until it's directly above your head, you'll be at the North Pole. It connects to Ursa Minor." I traced the stars with my index finger. "Just below it is Draco, followed by Hercules." Denki seemed to be listening intently as I went on rambling about the stars. "My favorite is Ophiuchus. It's apparently the rarest constellation to see." I looked up at him through my eyelashes and saw him already staring at me. "Sorry, I know when I ramble it gets boring sometimes." I said awkwardly.

"You said it to me before, so now it's my turn. I like listening to you ramble about stuff. It's relaxing. You're super smart and I don't understand some of the things you talk about, but I like hearing you talk." I blushed more and hoped to the gods that the moonlight wasn't bright enough to let him see.

"Not a lot of people like hearing me ramble. I know it can get annoying." I mumbled, the blond propping himself up so he was hovering above me.

"I like hearing you talk. You make even the simplest things sound like a super cool story." I tugged my lip between my teeth as I tried to figure out what to say. "Do you not believe me?" Denki gasped dramatically, feigning disbelief. His hands quickly moved to my sides, tickling me with no end in sight. My laughter broke through the night sky, unprepared for the last resort methods.

"S-Stop!" I got out between laughs.

"Not until you say you believe me!" I laughed harder, my stomach hurting from how much I was.

"O-Okay! Okay! I believe you!" His hands quickly stopped and he smiled wildly.

"Why thank you so very much." I laughed softly, taking a moment to catch my breath.

"That was so out of pocket." He smirked and shrugged.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I think it was totally fair." I rolled my eyes and subtly checked him out, the muscles in his arms enunciated as he supported himself above me, the way his hair fell, his smile. Until I looked back to his eyes and realized I wasn't as subtle as I thought. "See something you like?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He shot me a facetious glare and raised a brow.

"I'll wait for my answer another day. You look exhausted though. What do you say to a last minute movie night?" He asked as he stood, offering a hand before slowly helping me up.

"Sounds like a plan. My dorm or yours?" He thought for a moment before saying mine.

So we silently went back inside and down to my dorm room, I sent my Dad a text and let him know I was back inside and that Denki and I were having a movie night. The blond plopped himself on my bed and waited for me to grab my laptop.

"I have to change into pajamas really quick, but," I opened my laptop and passed it to him, "you get to pick what we're watching tonight." He sent me a mock salute and I grabbed my clothes and changed in my bathroom. Only realizing once I changed that I accidentally grabbed one of Izuku's shirts that he left at my house from middle school, so needless to say, it didn't fit. I took a deep breath and went back out shirtless, his eyes immediately on me with a pink tinted face. "I uh, grabbed a shirt that didn't fit."

"I don't mind seeing a hot guy shirtless." I rolled my eyes and moved to my dresser, digging around for at least a tank top or t-shirt. "Do I have to tickle you again so you believe me?" I huffed out a laugh with a shake of my head.

"Wouldn't work anyways, I just don't see it." He groaned and pulled his hair back into a small ponytail with his bangs hanging out.

"How can you not see it? You don't even have to try, you just look amazing." I shrugged and tugged on a tank top.

"What're we watching tonight?" I asked, changing the topic as I sat down beside him.

"I was thinking Cuphead." I let out a small laugh but silently agreed, my hearing aids already synced up with my laptop as he hit play.

My head eventually fell on his shoulder as the episodes played, my eyes drooping despite the light being on and I only hoped that I could get a good nights sleep for once.

[coneyislandbabey]

testing his patience. -> g. dunne

WARNINGS: arguing, profanities, billy being billy

SYNOPSIS: Graham finds his voice defending you after Billy takes his anger out on you during a recording session. word count: 2,294

You awoke to the dipping of the mattress on the other side of you. Stretching, you rolled over and blearily opened your eyes, taking in the sight of your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on his shoes. His soft brown curls were unruly over the collar of his flannel shirt, and all you wanted to do was grab his arm and pull that curly head to your chest. 

Graham glanced over his shoulder, and then fully turned to look at you when he realized that you were awake. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said softly. 

You didn’t say anything for a moment, stupid smile on your face as you took in his big blue cherub eyes, waiting for your brain to warm up enough to start functioning. “S’okay, I’m glad I get to see you before you go.” 

Graham’s face split into a grin, and you felt your heart constrict at the sight. “You’re gonna come to rehearsal today, right?”

“Yeah, I’m going to come with Cami and Jules later,” you nodded. 

“Good. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you soon,” Graham said. He leaned over, cupping your cheek with his palm, thumb stroking your soft skin once as he planted a kiss between your brows before exiting the room. 

Once he was gone, you flopped over onto your back and tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Graham had been asking you to stop by rehearsals often lately, but you had been hesitant to. Billy had always been temperamental, but usually that was focused on the band and he treated you nicely, or at the very least politely. Yet, ever since Daisy Jones had come onto the scene, he’d been angry with everyone a lot of the time, and sullen the rest. His control issues had gotten worse, he was picking fights with anyone he could for the most innocuous reasons, and frankly, you would rather have some quiet time alone in the house while everyone was at rehearsal to work on your art, or go over to Billy and Camila’s to help with the baby. But Graham seemed more stressed out lately, his nerves fraying more every day that he came home from another day of Billy taking his anger out on him. You hoped that, if you went in to watch, maybe it would cause Billy to reign it in for the day. It’s the least you could try to do for Graham and the rest. 

You got ready for the day quickly, before going over to Camila’s to entertain the baby while she got everything she’d need for the day together. You were hopeful that it would be a good day, that Billy would be in a better mood once his wife and daughter came to visit him. And you were starting to look forward to it, too– you’d always loved listening to the band rehearse and slowly work through new songs until they came to a final project, even more than you liked watching their shows. You missed getting to witness that process, and on top of it, you were extremely curious about Daisy and what she brought to the dynamic. 

“You ready?” Camila asked, coming into the living room with a bag slung over her shoulder. 

“Yes we are,” you responded brightly, standing up and cradling Julia closer to your body. She leaned her head on your shoulder and you did your best to hold in the squeal of sheer affection that threatened to overwhelm you. 

Camila grinned, coming over and kissing the baby on the cheek. “She loves her auntie. Don’t you, Julie?” 

“Don’t tell Uncle Graham, but you’re my favorite person in the world,” you stage-whispered into Julia’s hair. Camila laughed and led you out of the house, toward the car. You strapped Julia into her seat before climbing into the passenger seat. 

“Everything okay, Cam? You seem a little tense,” you asked, noting the tenseness of your best friend’s shoulders as she drove. She didn’t respond at all for a moment, as if she hadn’t heard you at all, before she sighed, letting her shoulders drop. 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just… well, you know Billy’s been stressed. It’s been a while since I’ve come to rehearsal, and I’m just not so sure if it’s a good idea to bring Julia with me,” she confessed. You nodded in sympathy, reaching over and squeezing her bicep reassuringly. You understood what she meant; it took a while after he came home from rehab, but Julia had become Billy’s world. Usually, she was an instant calming agent in his life, just having her around brightened him. But with the way he’d been lately, having even Julia at the studio would be a toss-up. 

“We’ll try it out, and if it ends up not being good, you and me can just take Jules somewhere else, okay? It’s so nice out, we can take her down to the beach or to the park, get her some fresh air.” 

Camila nodded, turning to shoot you a grateful smile as she stopped at a red light. 

***

Upon arriving at the studio, you saw Teddy first, who had stepped out to the hall to make a phone call. He was hanging up as you walked in, and returned the smile you aimed towards him. 

“Hello, ladies,” he said, nodding at the three of you in greeting. 

“Morning, Teddy,” you said. “They’re in the usual studio?” 

“Sure are. I’ll be back in there soon,” he said. You nodded and three of you started down the hall to the familiar room. When you walked in, you saw Tobias at the soundboard, and most of the band hanging around the cramped space. On the other side of the glass, Billy and Daisy stood sharing one microphone, singing something you hadn’t heard before. You waved at Karen, who was the only one to notice yours and Camila’s arrival so far and who was immediately reaching to take the baby from Camila’s arms. You squeezed past her, coming up behind Graham and snaking your arm into the crook of his elbow, leaning your head on his shoulder. He startled, but that ever-familiar grin enveloped his face when he realized it was you. 

“Hey,” you grinned back, leaning up to kiss him. Both of his hands went to either side of your face as he reciprocated, cradling you the way he always did. When you pulled away, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to him. 

“Listen, we’re working on something new,” he said, nodding toward Daisy and Billy. You focused on the music, and just as you were really getting lost in it, Billy halted abruptly. 

“Those aren’t the lyrics we agreed on,” he asserted, staring intensely at Daisy. She merely shrugged. 

“I know, but I feel like the song is missing a note of insecurity,” she explained, “and it’s only a slight tweaking of the lyrics and we get that.” 

“I didn’t write it with the intention of a ‘note of insecurity’, I wrote it to sound the way it already does!” 

Teddy had walked into the soundbooth just as the two of them had started bickering, and he went over to the mic immediately. “Alright, let’s do a take Billy’s way, and a take Daisy’s way, and then discuss. Can you both work with that?”

Daisy nodded immediately, and Billy woodenly nodded as well a moment later. “My way first,” he said, and you smirked as Daisy did her best to stop her eyes from rolling as she agreed. Along with everyone else, you listened intently as the pair rolled through both takes. It was immediately clear to you that, even though they were only slightly different, Daisy’s lyrics had a certain edge to them that Billy’s version had been lacking. You all filed out of the soundbooth to meet Daisy and Billy in the other room to discuss. 

“What do you think?” Daisy asked immediately, peering around at the gathered faces. Billy stood apart from her, jaw clenched and arms crossed over his chest. You glanced around, wondering who would be the first to offer their opinion. 

“It’s Daisy’s for me,” Karen said bluntly as she lit up a cigarette. “She’s right, her changes add something that the original was missing, something that should be there.” 

“It’s better,” Eddie agreed. 

Billy’s eyes hardened. “She’s taking the song in a completely different direction than I intended.” 

“It’s not so different, Billy. It just adds another layer of complexity,” Graham countered. “And I can already see where I can tweak the guitar a bit to better accommodate the vibe.” 

“Oh, so what? We’re changing the whole song now?” Billy asked. 

“Come on, Billy, you know that’s not what’s happening,” Karen cut in. 

“Daisy’s lyrics are just as catchy as the original, but they cut deeper, I think,” you piped up before you even realized you were going to speak. Immediately, you regretted it; usually, you did your best to stay out of any drama and arguments that cropped up in the group. Nine times out of ten they had nothing to do with you, and it wasn’t worth the agita to weigh in. This time, you had just gotten so caught up in the conversation, and opened your mouth before you could check yourself. Billy turned to you, scoffing, an anger in his eyes that had rarely, if ever, been aimed at you before. 

“Not for nothing, (y/n), but this has nothing to do with you. Nobody asked what you think, and nobody wants to hear it,” he shouted. You stared at him, blinking, trying and failing to think of an appropriate response to his outburst. Anger simmered beneath your skin that he would dare to talk to you like that, but even deeper, you were hurt. You had only been trying to help. Around you, chaos erupted. 

Daisy turned on him and said, “Actually, I asked.” 

Simultaneously, Warren piped up for the first time to say, “Aw, c’mon man, lay off, she’s trying to help.” 

Eddie and Karen were both saying something, too, but you couldn’t hear them. Graham had stepped away from your side and towards his brother, jabbing his finger into his chest. His voice was dangerously low, acidic, when he opened his mouth. “Don’t you ever fucking talk that way to her again, Billy, or I’ll make sure you can never speak again. I’m sick and tired of you bulldozing everybody else in this band and in our lives for the simple crime of disagreeing with you. Stand there, shut up, and take the fucking constructive criticism like a man.” 

Everyone was silent, gaping at Graham. When he didn’t back up, Billy took the initiative and took a step away from his brother, mouth pressed into a thin line. 

“Well, that settles that,” Teddy said with finality. “We’ll go with Daisy’s lyrics when we pick up where we left off tomorrow. Now all of you go home.” As soon as the words were out of Teddy’s mouth, Billy turned on his heel and stormed away. Graham stared after him for a moment, before turning himself and walking off in the opposite direction. He headed for the side exit into the alley, disappearing outside before anyone else could speak. 

Camila turned and handed Julia off to Eddie, and her eyes met yours. A silent conversation passed between you– Are you okay? Yes, and you? Are you okay to go after him? – Camila nodded slightly, and you nodded back, both of you going after your personal Dunne brother. 

Outside, Graham was leaning against the brick wall, lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He tensed when he heard the door open, but immediately relaxed when he realized it was you. A sadness creeped into his clear blue eyes, clouding them like a sudden storm on a beautiful day. You walked over to stand in front of him, and instinctively his hands found their resting spot on your waist. You put your own hands on his shoulders, pulling yourself closer to him. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, before you could speak. “I shouldn’t have yelled like that in front of you.” 

“Baby, I came out here to make sure you were okay and to say thank you,” you insisted, brow furrowed. “Thank you for standing up for me the way you did. I know it’s hard for you to do that when it’s Billy you’re standing up to. I’m proud of you for finding your voice when it comes to him.” 

Graham sighed, and his eyes cleared with relief. He slumped further against the wall, pulling you with him. “Not that it’ll make much of a difference. Billy’ll continue on the way he always does, and I know it, but I couldn’t just let him talk to you like that.” 

“Doesn’t matter if Billy doesn’t change after this, I’m still proud of you for standing up for me and for everyone that Billy belittles, and I know the rest of the band is proud of you, too,” you doubled down. 

Graham nodded, but he wouldn’t look at you. Gently, you grasped his chin and turned his face toward yours. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah. Yes, I’m okay. Just… frustrated with him, I guess,” Graham nodded. “Are you okay?” 

“More than okay, especially since my knight in shining armor stepped in to protect my honor,” you replied, grinning cheekily. Graham laughed, shaking his head and pulling you fully into a hug. You rested your head against his chest, moving to wrap your arms around his waist tightly. After a minute, you looked up and said, “Now, how about we get outta here and go get some food?”

[fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat]

Pity-f*ck

Steve Harrington x f!reader

Description: You end up at a house party during your first Thanksgiving after graduation. Steve seems to have taken interest in you, though you don't have the slightest clue as to why.

Warnings: Angst with a fluffy ending, Alcohol, body image issues, implied smut but nothing explicitly stated, bullying, language, my own personal anti-thanksgiving rhetoric

Word Count: 1981

Notes: this is by far the most self-indulgent thing I have ever written and I do not regret it in the slightest.

My masterlist!

Fuckin’ Thanksgiving. 

Arguably the worst holiday. Even the forgettable ones like Arbor day were better than Thanksgiving, because at least on Arbor day you didn’t have to deal with extended relatives asking why you’re not engaged yet or reminding you how much weight you’ve gained since you last saw them. The food was very overrated, in your opinion, and usually needed to be accompanied by at least one whole bottle of wine per person. It was freezing, but since winter hadn’t quite come in full swing, there were no sparkling icicles or glimmering snowbanks, just frigid rain and brown slush on the roads that made it hard to drive.

Pair that with being stuck in your miserable little hometown for a week, and it had started to become a little bit of a nightmare.

You’ve successfully ran away from the prying questions and drunk aunties, though now you seemed to have ended up somewhere even worse; a highschool acquaintance’s house party. Everything else was closed, seeing as it was eleven o’clock the night before Thanksgiving, but you really, really needed an excuse to get out of the house, so you chose the lesser of two evils.

Now, instead of sitting in the corner of your house getting drunk, you were sitting in the corner of someone else’s house getting drunk.

People you sort of knew flittered by, giving you half hearted greetings and disingenuous waves. They ignored you all throughout high school, so them continuing to do so seemed about right in your mind. You grabbed a drink and planted yourself on the bottom step of the wooden staircase in the corner of the living room, having resigned yourself to a night of people watching against a soundtrack of shitty pop music and holiday chatter. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have come. You’d only really been invited after being cornered in the grocery store by an old friend who didn’t know you hated her, and clearly nobody else gave a shit that you had turned up. You had been invisible then, you were still invisible now, so maybe it’s time to just chug what’s left of your watered down vodka, and-

“Hey.”

You look up from your one person pity party, to find the face of Steve Harrington looking down at you.

“Hi,” you respond with an air of disbelief. Why had Steve Harrington suddenly taken interest in you?

“Can I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the empty spot next to you with his cup. “You, uh, you seem lonely.”

“I’m not,” you spit back at him.

“Okay.” Steve doesn’t seem phased by your animosity. “Can I sit anyway?”

You pondered for a moment. This was very out of character, at least for the Steve you remembered, who dared people to pretend to ask you out as a punishment, and tossed pencils and wads of paper at you from the desk behind your own. That Steve had been a grade-A asshole to you until you had figured out how to properly blend in with the cinderblock walls. 

Though, you did have an old friend from band, one of the few people you bothered to stay in touch with, and she insisted that he wasn’t like that anymore. . . 

“If you want,” you uttered, eyes pointed out into the crowd of your former classmates.

“Thanks,” Steve said from beside you. The steps were really too short for either of you to be able to sit comfortably, and while you opted to tuck your knees to the side and keep your legs away from any possible oncoming traffic, Steve had stuck his straight out with his right ankle crossed over his left. 

“You’re one of Robin’s friends, right?” he asked. You perked up some at the prospect of being able to talk to Robin.

“Is she here?” you questioned, looking around to see if you could spot her in the sea of people. 

“Yeah, somewhere, but she ran off with, uh,” Steve trailed off. “She ran off with somebody.”

“Lucky,” you muttered into your plastic cup before taking a hefty swig. 

“How’s school going?” Steve asked you. You hadn’t been ready for more small talk, and you’d been asked that at least fifty times this week. “Robin said you’re in Chicago now.”

“It’s good.” You decided to keep your answers  brief in hopes of eventually getting Steve to end the conversation and leave you be. “Chicago’s good.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

There was an awkward tension between the two of you. Why did Steve want to talk to you? It couldn’t actually be because he wanted to know how your classes were going, he’d never given a shit about them before, so he had to have some sort of ulterior motive, right? You scanned the room once more, trying to see if any of his (supposedly) former crew were looking in your direction, waiting for the punchline to hit. Your guard was now up even higher than it had been before, if that was even possible, when Steve spoke up again.

“Y’know, I was thinking, actually-”

“Okay, did you, like, lose a bet? Or something?” you interrupted. You were highly attuned to people trying to pull tricks on you now, and there were warning bells going off in all directions inside of your head. 

“What? No, I-”

“No, you know what?” you snapped. You’d gone from mild annoyance to fiery anger, but you weren’t the same person you were when Steve had last pulled something like this. You were a grown ass adult now, and so was he. You were not gonna put up with his shit anymore. Not again. “I get it. It’s fine. Honestly, I understand why you all find shit like this funny.”

“Funny?”

“Just because the high school loser finally became pretty after graduation doesn’t mean she’s not a loser anymore, right?” you stated. Steve looked at you with an expression of shock on his face. He remembered you being timid and quiet, doing whatever you could to avoid making waves. He hadn’t expected this much brazen confidence from you, though maybe he should have. You were right when you said you’d become pretty after graduation; he almost hadn’t recognized you from across the room because of how much you’d changed since he last saw you. He stayed quiet for a moment.

“Believe me,” he said, looking intently into his plastic cup. “Out of the two of us, you are not the loser here.”

“Me versus King Steve? And I’m not the loser?” You almost had the ghost of a smile on your face, though you were still unsure of where Steve’s intentions lied.

“Oh, no. It’s definitely not you.”

“How so?”

“Well, I still live here with my shitty parents, and you got out and moved to Chicago, so there’s number one,” Steve started. He was counting on his fingers, cup balanced precariously between his thumb and pointer. “Two, you’ve got this great future ahead of you, anybody can see it, and my biggest goal right now is making assistant manager at goddamn Family Video, which, by the way, I’d put twenty bucks on it going to Robin, not me.”

You stared at him, almost in awe. If you’d been told three years ago that Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington would be listing off compliments to you, you would have never believed them.

“Three, look at you! You look so cool! I don’t know how to look cool anymore!” Steve continued his rant, tossing an arm up for emphasis. “I used to know how to dress cool, and now I dress like I’m someone’s dad! How did that even happen?!”

You let out a laugh.

“You’re not dressed like a dad,” you said. “You’re dressed fine.”

“Exactly! Just fine! Not cool anymore.”

“Oh, my god,” you huffed with a smile. You paused for a moment, shaking your head. Steve looked at you, waiting for you to poke back at him, and saw your smile falter.

“What?” he asked. You turned towards him.

“I live in a dorm with a chemical engineering major who’s so much smarter than me that she hasn’t even bothered to learn my name,” you said. “I work at a Macy’s makeup counter and get yelled at by old women all day. The only difference between what I’m doing and what you’re doing is that you can actually afford to eat.”

Steve eyed you. He had a look of sympathy on his face, this time genuine, and not self-pitying to make you laugh. 

“And thank you for thinking I’m cool, by the way, but I promise you I am not,” you added. “Call it a symptom of not getting hot until after high school.”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, voice hushed. Well, as hushed as he could get while still being heard above the noisy crowd.

“I don’t know how to get into parties, or into clubs,” you said.

“You got into this one okay,” Steve responded.

“Well, yeah. Anybody with a pair of tits and half a bottle of booze could get into this party. The standards here are pretty low.” Steve let out a small laugh at your sentiment.

“I guess that is true, yeah.”

“I never learned how to get dates, because nobody ever wanted to date me,” you said. “I don’t know how to get a guy to buy me drinks, or take me home.”

You were oversharing, you knew it, but you didn’t really care. Maybe you had just had too much to drink, but it felt damn good to finally be able to air all of your grievances with the way you’d been treated, and saying it to Steve Harrington of all people made it all that much more satisfying. 

“I have no idea how to make friends, but everybody else does, and it’s so, incredibly lonely,” you muttered. You had lost your smile, it having now been replaced by a deep scowl.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Steve said, bumping his shoulder into yours. “I don’t think I know how to do any of that stuff either.”

“Sure,” you said with a chuckle of disbelief.

“I’m serious! Once we graduated and all that popularity, hierarchy bullshit wore off,” Steve said. “Nobody gave a rat’s ass about me anymore. All that shit went away.”

The pair of you sat without speaking for a moment. Though you’d never have guessed it, you and Steve seemed to actually be in similar, socially inept boats.

“I’m not gonna lie, that does make me feel better,” you said. “Like, a lot, actually.”

“Oh, well, it’s good to know my suffering can be of use to you,” Steve replied.

“Very good use,” you quip back to him. He smiled at you, and you returned it with your own.

“Maybe we can, uh,” Steve trailed off. “Maybe we can figure out how to be cool together?”

You were silent for a moment, and Steve was worried he’d miscalculated your conversation, before a mischievous smile graced your face.

“Are you trying to pity-fuck me, Harrington?” you asked with a grin, sarcasm thick on your voice. Steve’s eyes went wide.

“Wh-no, no!”

“Because I’ve been pity-fucked before,” you said through the widest smile Steve had seen on you all night. “And it’s only fun for a little while.”

The pair of you were both laughing now, hearty laughs that came deep from the chest and made Steve’s eyes water out of the corners. 

“I’m not trying to pity-fuck you!” Steve responded with a shake of his head. He took a sip from his drink, leaving a moment's silence between you two. You still had a leftover smile on your face. Interrupting the quiet you two were sharing, he slyly added, “I’m trying to actually fuck you.”

That made you choke on your drink, and Robin rounded the corner to find you coughing and spluttering, and Steve’s shoulders shaking with laughter. 

[krreader]

BTS reacting to you being able to take care of yourself/being a badass.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: mentions of sex ; language genre: fluff ; crack word count: 1.6k+

a/n: I love coming on here after months and being like “hi, I’m still alive lol”. anyway, happy new year loves!!!!

kim seokjin

The amount of articles that Dispatch had written about you “cheating” on Seokjin... at this point you could have a file and it'd be filled.

But this one... this one took it too far.

“I knew I'd find you here,” your husband entered your office with your sleeping baby boy in his arms, “Others find their wives drinking with their friends, I find you in your office.”

“You know me too well,” you grinned and pushed the button of your computer to shut it off, then you got up and took your baby out of his arms to shower him with kisses, “Oh, I missed you two.”

“What took you so long?”

“Ah, nothing... just had to finish something. You'll see tomorrow.”

And that he did.

After Dispatch had written an article about your baby maybe having a different father than Seokjin, you had decided to expose them. Everything. What's actually going on in their company. Every bit of dirt you had on them, you exposed.

And after that day they knew... don't ever mess with Kim (Y/N). Especially not when she's a journalist that has the power to destroy them.

min yoongi

Yoongi turned around when he heard you snort, “What?”

You turned around and sat up, clearing your voice before reading out loud: “I've seen BTS's Suga's girlfriend with a man at the mall today... I told you all she was cheating on him,” you finally laughed and started typing, saying it all out aloud while you did, “It's called having a family, so no wonder you don't get it.”

“(Y/N)!” Yoongi said, wanting to grab your phone, but you had already sent out the tweet. He sighed, knowing this would cause yet another controversy.

“I don't care what the media says... I'm not letting some 14 year old girl slander me like that.”

“But my company will care. There is going to be a day where this becomes too much of an issue.”

“For them, or for you?”

He sat down, his demeanor becoming a lot softer now, “I'm glad you don't take it to heart and I love that you know how to defend yourself. But sometimes it's better to do nothing... don't give them the attention. That'll make them even angrier.”

Maybe he had a point...

jung hoseok

This was his sister's wedding. You didn't want to cause a scene, so you decided to endure all the badmouthing that his relatives did. Jokingly. That's what they always said after every little bad thing they said about you. “It's just a joke.”

But it wasn't. You and Hoseok both knew that they didn't approve of your relationship.

There was only so much you could take, however.

When you were talking to his sister, a distant relative that clearly had a few drinks too many approached you two and said: “You got yourself such a handsome husband, Jiwoo. Why can't your brother find someone like him? I have so many girls that would be perfect for him.”

“I'm not sure, I think Hoseok would prefer to sleep with someone that's not related to him at all,” you said nonchalantly as you took a sip of your drink, “Unless... you're not talking about your daughter that's been trying to hit on him all night?”

She immediately turned her head around and indeed found her daughter laughing her soul out of her body at whatever Hoseok had said. And he looked... very uncomfortable.

“You're making a fool out of yourself, auntie,” Jiwoo chimed in, to your surprise, “Please leave her alone.”

The woman immediately left, flustered to no end.

“Thanks, but you don't have to defend me. I'd rather they dislike me than you.”

“Oh, I know and I didn't do that for you. She annoyed the living hell out of me,” both of you laughed.

kim namjoon

You always loved going to events like this with Namjoon. A bunch of rich, stuck-up people who just assumed you were his trophy wife that only dated him because of his money and he you because you looked good.

Also, none of them ever did their research on you. They didn't know you spoke Korean.

“Tell me, son,” the dude was so drunk that his cheeks were red like tomatoes, “She's good, right? I've had my... experiences, too. I think they're so much better... so sexy.”

Namjoon, instantly tensing up, was about to explode after hearing yet another comment like that tonight, but you just chuckled and said: “I wonder just how much your wife knows of your adventures, chairman.”

Namjoon squeezed your hand, but you were only getting started, “A friend of mine actually told me that you tried to get her to sleep with you... despite your wife being in the same room. Maybe someone should tell her what you like to do in your free time?”

“No, please, I was only...-”

“You ever talk about me or my friends like that again, and I will destroy you and your marriage,” you said with a smile that never left your face.

park jimin

“Excuse me, Mister Park?” the stewardess seemed a little hesitant when she approached your boyfriend and waited for him to nod before she continued, “I've... overheard some girls in Economy. I think they're your fans and once the plan lands, they plan on storming in here to... well, I guess take pictures and whatever else it is your fans do.”

Jimin's head fell back and he closed his eyes with a deep sigh.

Of course they managed to find out which flight he was taking.

You smiled at her and put your hand over Jimin's, “Thank you for letting us know,” you waited for her to leave before you turned to him, “Don't worry. I got this.”

“You shouldn't have to, though. I'd like to have one flight where you don't have to play bodyguard.”

“Ah, come on,” you chuckled, “You secretly like it when I stand up for you like that. Like the knight in shining armor.”

He didn't deny that.

And when he quickly went to the very front of the plane once it landed where the stewardesses waited for him, he looked back to find you standing in the way of three girls.

“Sorry, girls, they didn't have space in first class, so I had to put my bag right here, could you help me get it? It’s right where you stand.”

Thankfully, an older man got up straight away and said: “What are you waiting for girls? Don't be disrespectful and help her!”

kim taehyung

This was your first holiday after having your baby girl and both you and Taehyung had desperately needed it. Your daughter was only a few months old, but old enough for a short trip to Jeju that would help her parents recharge.

Thankfully, Taehyung's parents had agreed to join you on this trip so that you'd be able to have a little husband-wife time too.

You were just coming out of the pool when you overheard two women a little younger than you talk shit about you. Not sure if they intended it to be this loud, but you were able to understand every single word.

“Look at the stretch marks. I really don't understand how men like him end up with women like that.”

Taehyung's eyes were on you and you knew that he'd come over and say something if you didn't, but then again... you always did.

“Do you know what it's like to push a baby out of your vagina, girls?”

Both of them now looked at you, one of them gulped and then shook her head.

“Do you want me to tell you? How your vagina opens up because it needs to push out an actual human being that you've carried around for nine months? Do you want me to tell you how much your body changes in these nine months and the pain you experience, both during the pregnancy and labor?” you nodded towards the engagement ring on one of the girls hands, “Don't talk shit to me about stuff like that when this is going to be you in a few years. Instead, you should support other women who manage to give birth to a baby.”

Both of them bowed their heads and apologized, but you already moved on and picked up your baby from your mother-in-law, a big smile on your face.

Everything you endured to hold this gorgeous baby girl in your arms was worth it. Every single stretch mark on your body proved your strength and you wouldn't let some self-conscious bitches tell you otherwise.

jeon jeongguk

Jeongguk was a very healthy and fit person. Everyone knew that. The media especially loved that fact about him. And what they loved even more was finding or taking a picture of you that made it seem like you were this unfit and unhealthy bitch that was not worthy of him.

So at this point, you liked to make a game out of it.

Every time they were writing an article about you with a more than unflattering picture, you posted a picture yourself.

Sometimes it was just a cute picture with Jeongguk, other times it was of yourself looking like a bad bitch.

“Don't you dare even think about it,” Jeongguk said under his breath when he walked past you and saw the picture you were looking at. One that you once took after sex that didn't show anything, but at the same time, it was so obvious that you just did the deed.

“I was just admiring it,” that was a lie...

[dreamypqulson]

— a week isn’t forever pt.5

requested by anon: could you do a fic where it's like madison has to go on a trip for a week or 2 and april founds out and she starts crying and crying saying i don't want maddie to go and she's rlly upset and madison melts at this and starts reassuring her

pairing: goodeday x madison montgomery x april oc

word count: 1400

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5

It was finally the morning of and someone had yet to break the news to April. For someone over the age of twelve, a week was simple. It would fly by. For a little girl who had yet to reach the age of four and has genuine attachment issues to specific women in her life, a week was certainly lengthy.

When April woke up that morning, she could feel that something was off. For a young girl, she was well trained with emotions and spiritual connections. When anybody that she was even remotely close with felt off, she knew. And it seriously distressed her.

Madison was up too early. She was dressed for the day before she even had breakfast. Everyone was typically lucky if they even saw the blonde witch by ten. Now, here she was, sitting at the breakfast table at seven.

"Auntie Madi!" April squealed when she was placed beside Madison with a plate of breakfast foods. "Mornin," she said, her thick southern twang from Misty popping out and making everyone smile.

Cordelia stood in front of the stove, scrambling the rest of the eggs. She looked over her shoulder at her fiancée, goosebumps showing themselves on her arms when Misty kissed her neck, tightly being held around the waist by strong arms. "Who's breaking the news to her?"

Cordelia sighed and placed the spatula down. She turned around in Misty's arms, glancing over at her daughter who giggled with one of her witches. "I think Madison's waiting until she's about to leave to tell her. No sense in causing a tantrum right now."

"She's going to be so heartbroken. She loves Madi."

"I know, it's going to be a hard week for her."

Misty and Cordelia joined the two witches at the breakfast table with their own plates. Everyone else had yet to awake. That's what made this morning so different from the others. It was always just the three of them. Their little family morning breakfast’s. Madison never joined.

"Auntie Madi?" Madison turned her head towards the little girl. Everyone could truly see the light in Aprils eyes every time she looked at her. Nobody would think of Madison being someone to look up to, especially for young girl. But they were truly mistaken. "Can we please play dress up today?"

The three women in the room paused for a moment. Madison couldn't lie and say yes, only to break it to her later on that she wouldn't be able to. She didn't have the heart to do that, however, she also didn't want to upset April when she wasn't leaving for another hour or so.

Misty cleared her throat to encourage Madison to start speaking. The little witch looked at her, quite confused and hurt that Madison didn't immediately jump up to her request. Her heart shattered into pieces. She's going to be back in a week times. She wasn't leaving for good.

"April," Madison sighed. She turned in her chair to face the couples daughter out of pure respect. How do I break this to her? Madison certainly wasn't good at words if they weren't cruel and degrading. "I'm leaving for a trip today. Just for a week. And then when I get back, we can play whatever you want," Madison finally said, her voice soft and gentle.

April did not know how to react. Either that, or she simply wasn't understanding. Either way, she could tell that it wasn't good news. Her bottom lip pushed out into a pout and eyes became tiny rivers.

"Hey, don't cry. It's okay. I'll be back in just seven days." Nevertheless, that did make April cry. Her small body began to shake as sobs took ahold of her. Maybe Madison should've just canceled the trip. She was now regretting all of her decisions.

"Don't want you to go," the young girl whimpered.

"I know and I don't want to leave you but I promise i'll be back. Before you know it, we'll be playing dress up again." Nothing Madison said would calm April of this distress and sadness. She never had anyone leave her before. She only ever knew her mother; who wouldn't ever leave her side.

"No!" She curled up on her chair, trying to hide from the three women who were at lost for words.

Madison looked up at the mothers for guidance. That's when they finally got up and walked around the table to her. Cordelia kneeled down to Aprils level, gently rubbing her back to soothe her. "Hey, baby. It's okay," Cordelia cooed. Typically, everyone stops crying when the supreme comforts them. Not this time.

Misty picked her daughter up and the little girl immediately clung to her. "It's alright, darlin. Auntie Madi's still here. Why don't you make the best of it?"

"Don't want Madi to go!" April looked up, her eyes red and blotchy. Tears still poured out of them. Madison's heart ripped in half. She remembers saying the same thing when she was little; when her mother would leave her for a man and she would have to fend for herself. I don't want you to go, she would cry. She isn't like her mother though. She is coming back.

April wiggled out of her mothers hold, reaching for Madison. The blonde witch picked her up, closely resting her on her hip. "I'm coming back, I promise. We can face-time every night if you want."

April knows well of what facetime is. When Misty went on the trip and left her in Cordelia's hands, she did it a couple nights while she was gone. It seemed to calm her down more. The fact that she would, at least, get to hear her voice.

"Would ya like that?" Misty asked her daughter. April wiped her eyes with tiny fists and nodded.

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For the next hour and a half, April stayed by Madison's side for the entirety of it. Madison made sure not to mention leaving, not wanting to waste the last while with her crying. However, it was inevitable when the witch had to start gathering her stuff.

Madison and April walked down to the front door, a tiny hand in one and luggage in the other. The mothers joined them by the door. All three of them could sense April being seized with sadness and anxiety.

Madison kneeled down to the young girls level. April could hardly look her in the eyes. She pouted, hoping it would somehow get Madison to stay. "I'll be back in a week, and then we can play right when I get home."

Without another word being exchanged, April wrapped her small arms around Madison, tightly clingy to the older witch. Madison, still a shock to anyone who truly knows her personality, reciprocated it. She slowly rubbed her hand against Aprils back, slightly awkward, but in her defense, she was still learning how to love.

"I promise I'll facetime you every night before bed," Madison certainly didn't break promises. That was one thing about her; she can lie, she can be cruel, but she will certainly not make a promise that she won't keep.

"Promise?" The little girl pulled back, looking up into Madison's eyes with pure adoration as she always did. She put her pinky finger out to her 'Aunt.' It was something that her and Misty used to do when Misty would introduce her to the alligators and wild animals. I promise they won't bite, Misty would say and link their fingers.

Madison intertwined her pinky finger with April's smaller one. She kept herself well together until Madison actually walked out the door. As soon as it clicked shut, the emptiness of the room got to her and she bursted into tears.

"Oh, sunshine. It's okay," Cordelia cooed. She frowned at April and picked her up into her arms. "Shh. I know, I know. It's okay to be sad, sweet girl." The supreme gently rocked the girl in her arms, letting her rest her head on her chest. April's salty tears dripping on her skin didn't bother her. She just wanted her daughter to feel better.

Misty walked over to the pair, kissing April on the forehead, cheek, and letting her fingers run through the curly locks that matched her own. "Ya know, I heard ice cream makes broken hearts feel better," Misty says, a gentle smiling instantly growing on all three faces.

It was certainly going to be a hard week. But it will eventually pass with her mothers giving her unconditionally love. After all, her magical mothers always know how to make their girl feel content.

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Author's Notes ♡:Sooooo I wrote this once with no mythological background and it was so blank because one I half read and two it had no pizzazz. So here I am...enjoying this collab wholeheartedly. For some context the readers dad is Dionysus, yknow the festive, wine maker? So I tried to incorporate that with being a potions maker! Rappa is based on a mix between Behemoths and the Kusarikku, so i wanted him just a big and a bull man hybrid but not fully a Minotaur! I hope whoever reads this enjoy it as much as I did writing it! (Also I’m slowly realizing how much I hope this man)~ bunny ❥

Here’s the lovely masterlist of the others beautiful arts!

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names l, uh some heavy size kink (if you know who I based him on, also is one of my kinks showing yet) , Needy Rappa, breeding, Light cursing, a bit of a pussy job, female oral and a bit of overstimulation.

Word count : About 6.5k (ooof) !

Paring(s) : Bullman! Kendo Rappa x F!Reader

Summary : Being a demigod had perks, you could travel, you had god and goddesses as siblings and family members and of course the power! But what happens when you have to help a stubborn farm...pet?

Enjoy ♡

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Growing up as a demigods daughter who owned a garden on earth was one experience. All types of people, gods, goddesses and hybrids needed her experience with all sorts of plants and other things from nature ; rather it be for healing medicines , a bouquet for an upset lover or for help with livestock growth, [ ] and her parents helped with every little working class they could. As [ ] went from child to young adult she was used to her fair share of men from every place asking for her attention. A human asking for her hand and giving her the bare minimum, a god, wanting to make her a goddess, or just simply flirting to warrant her attention. But alas to them all she gave them no leadway, keeping her same polite smile and overall sweetness to each and every person she dealt with. On a warm day in the heavens as she walked the sky castles grounds she ran into a farmhand, one she remembered worked for Demeter approached her hesitantly, his eyes wandering to the young maidens “U-uh M-miss [ ] right?” The male asked her , her eyebrow raising as a silent answer “Lady Demeter would like to speak with you, she need some help but she did not tell me exactly what” he said with a bow and soon turned to leave. Wondering what the goddess could want she headed to her ranch, watching the cattle and other animals graze. Suddenly the door swung wide, revealing the deity to her “[ ] my favorite niece how are you love!” The tall woman sing songingly yelled, hugging the wide eyed girl “Hello Auntie Dem, im quite alright! Uhm, what seems to be the problem? One of your hands came to get me” [ ] said as she took in the ranch home her harvesting aunt had, all sorts of gains, wheats, fruits and more spewed about in her living room “Ah yes! Your father told me how great youve become with your potions and mixes of herbs, being the daughter of Dionysus im not surprised! I told him to let you grow and do more now look at you, serving us gods and mortals alike!” Demeter went on, handing her confused niece a large apple as she took one for herself. Becoming her to a table by the window they both sat, eating on their fruit as she explained her issue.

“You see, i have a lot of cattle, different kinds, different kins and legacies, but im a bit stuck. My favorite mare, had a child a little while ago and he seemed to just be your average bull at first….but..as time went on he out grew his father, my prized minotaur bull and even his normal cow and bull family.” Taking a glance to the field they watched as the minotaur children and some sheep danced and played, other average cow cults running to join. Sighing Demeter continued “Hes a hybrid, my prized minotaur as his father and well, my biggest and prized heifer as his mother. He wont come out of the shed, doesnt deal with his other kind, minotaur or not. Hes around your age now, getting to be his prime but..he wont converse in the fields. Both his father and mother voiced concerns to me about his health but when i checked on him, hes fine! Fields away under a sun and away from my younger and ready cows! I dont get it! Maybe because hes more human than he is bull, he does have a human face and even body, just taht everything below is...well bull. Tail, those wonderful breeding-” “Auntie!” Before she could finish [ ] was hushing the woman, waving her arms “I get it i get it Bull bottom human top i dont need to hear about his loins!” She pleaded.

Laughing, the goddess reached to a pile of hay, whistling to feed some of the nearby cows “Ah you silly girl, I was only gloating about my finest bull yet! I even tried bringing him mortals but...he crushed them, saying they were too small. Every single one! Younger older it didnt matter, he wanted nothing to do with them and just squashed them like a bug under his hoofs! I'm at my wits end, Im not sure what he needs, and hes so large i cant just let him walk around the palace place, he intimidates the clerks and huffs when talked to!” Dramatically laying against the table she looked to the thinking girl, her eyes shining with an idea “Hey auntie, how about you take me to him, i can see if hes loss any weight or seems sickly anywhere. Where do you think hed be at this time?” [ ] asked “Ah you brave girl, what time is it, almost high noon? He might be in the field but its the one with my giant tree that he likes” Demeter responded, pointing to a large tree up a few fields with nothing much around it but luhs grass. “Doesnt even matter if i put up a fence, he walks on two legs so he just hops over it” She sighed again as the duo headed outside.

Seeing a tall minotaur coming towards them [ ] stopped along Demeter, her goddess aunt speaking “Ah Milvor, how are you and Altine?” “Lady Demeter and I'm guessing this is [ ], we are fine. The misses is in the field now, seeing if she can see our boy” He said. Realizing that this was the after for her case [ ] spoke up “Uhm sir have you noticed anything amiss with er-” “Kendo, his name is Kendo” The Minatour said “Ah yes with Kendo, anything seem to be hurt or missing from his way of life” She asked. “Well..not particularly. Hes always fought some of the other males here so bruises and marks are a common thing we see from him. Besides a broken horn he doesn't have anything major going on. Just that he refuses to be around anyone here. Even us at times when were out with the others” He said solemnly , looking at the girl. Grabbing her hands he pleaded “Please, help our son? I know he can be rude and dismissive but down there our sweet boy is in there, were worried sick about him” Milvor said, a sad moo coming from his approaching wife “Miss i do appreciate you checking on him, I just hope he'd be home soon” A half cow women spoke , coming beside this Kendo’s father “Well i'll do my best, it doesnt sound like hes too hurt or anything serious so i'll make sure to try and get him to be with you both” Giving a reassuring smile [ ] started off, heading to the tree at the top of them hill. Just before she got far Demeter called to her, handing her sweet wheat “Heres some of his snack, he sometimes will come back if we offer him more” She said. Taking the wheat and putting it in the side of her flowing peplos. Soon with enough treading uphill , she got close to the tree , soon seeing a tail swish from in front of the tree. Hesitantly she walked forward before seeing hooved legs, also covered in black fur, pop out from the tree. Placing a hand at the side that had no person on it she peeked over to in fact , find a rather giant back in the sun, small flecks of freckles on the toned skin. Holding her gift closer she walked to the male before hearing a snort “ ‘M tellin’ ya Elinor I dont want nothin’ to do with ya, go on, go back to the heard” A rough and deep voice said, a larger hand coming up to wave off whoever was behind him. Feeling a bit bad for this mysterious Elinor and offended, she was brushed off [ ] walked closer , standing at the ends of his legs until the male growled. “I told ya to-'' Stopping himself from yelling once he turned around he was surprised to find not hybrid named Elinor but in fact the small [ ] her eyes widening as amber ones looked down “Yer not Elinor” He said as [ ] giggled “And im guessing youre Kendo” She said as the bull sat up, cruising his legs and the curious woman in front of her. “Whos askin?”

He huffed as [ ] looked at him as she did the same , sitting across from the hybrid “A…. doctor of sorts. Your parents, along with Goddess Demeter asked me to come check on you, see how youre doing” she said as he huffed again “ ‘M fine, now why did they send you” He said as he watched her pull things out, paper , a quill, ink and is that..? Pointing to the bustle of wheat he called out “Is that… for me?” Blinking [ ] looked at the almost childish Kendo, smiling as she untied the snack “It is for you, I heard you liked it. Brought it in the hopes youd talk to me?” She questioned, holding a piece out for him to take. Hesitantly he did, gnawing at it as he hummed in delight, his tail swishing. “ So uhm… Doc what do want to know” He asked, watching as the smaller girl touched his chest and arms, squeezing lightly as she wrote down different things “If ya wanted to touch me ya shouldve asked” He teased, taking his own hand to her face. Felling he face warm up she moved back, poking him with a finger “Now now be good im just seing if youre injured. Besides that horn, do you have anything broken or doenst feel well?” She asked as she waved a pisces of wheat, making him focus. “Nah, im as fit as a fiddle” Side eyeing his response she still gave him a piece , hearing him hum in delight as she wrote more notes.

“So no injuries, no pain , nothing?” shaking his head he continued to eat , taking some pieces from her bundle as she reached for the uneatten pieces “Hey! No you get these as a reward for answering me not to eat at your leisure!” She scolded. Reaching as far as she could she grabbed at his hand before he lifted them higher, smirking “Well miss doc i want what i want, and I want my snack” He said before she grabbed his arm, poking a manicured nail at it hand “Well Kendo ill let you have it if you tell me whats wrong, without covering it up deal?” Feeling him flinch at her poking she did it again until he moved away , glaring at her through his bangs that hung low “Fine! Stop poking me though, ya nails hurt! And theres nothing wrong, i just dont like ‘em cows! They stink!” He said as he knelt closer, moving her from his arm. “They stink? How old are you 5? Why do they stink!” [ ] huffed back as he chewed more of his treat, looking to the flustered girl “Im 22 in human years little girl , and like i said they stink! Reeks like open sores and meat” He said as he kept eating , laying in the sun. Thinking over his words it dawned in her what he could be talking about “And what do i smell like Kendo?” [ ] asked, catching the half bull off guard “I dunno, you dont stink, Neither does lady Dem” He said as he turned to her. Leaning over she gave him a piece of wheat again but this time, pushing herself a bit forward, watching as his body shook before he took the piece , eating it. “Well Kendo, my name is [ ] and ill be checking on you moreoften okay? I need to run down to the house but ill be back if that's okay with you?” Silently he shook his head, watching her run off as he opened his still crossed legs, feeling himself unsleeth as he groaned ‘Shit...now why am I gettin turned on’ he thought to himself, rubbing away what he could before the girl came back

As soon as she got to the farm she was met with the eyes of the worrying three, the first to speak being his mother Altine “Oh! [ ] youre back!” She said, the bell on her neck dangling as she ran to the fence “How is my boy? Kendo is he alright?” she asked as Demeter and Milvor came soon after for the report “Well maam i can confirm he is healthy, not is wrong with him the only thing is..” [ ] hesitated as she looked at them “He might have a heat approaching, is this his first one by any chance?” SHe asked as they all looked at eachother, Demeter speaking up “Well not exactly, this is why I kept bringing mortals up here, he wouldnt mate with the cows, and even other hybrids! Nothing! Hed turn his nose up at them all and go back to that field. He actually broke that horn of his fighting a bull from a neighboring farm who wanted to cow that was trying to get his attention” Demeter said, sigh as she saw her nieces blank face , afraid she overwhelmed her “Its alright if you dont think hes fixable [ ] i can-” “No hes fine. I can help him, and i think it wont be that hard either” [ ] said, giving the group a smile. “Watch him for a few days for me , im gonna go back up there with him, see how he is then come back in a few days with some of my things, ill stay here as long as need be to help your son” She said as she gave them all a smile, going inside to get her something to eat. Soon she hear her aunt appear, shuffling about to give her a basket to put her things in “Here, Im so gald helping him is a easy fix” She said sighing happily as she continued “I know he should mate on his own time, but im more concerned for his heath of it all, he doesnt even release into anyone or even by himself” Glancing towards her auntie she took in a breath before saying something “Well, i know it has to be bad now, he even said the er, cow women here stink, so their hormone have to be covered with other bulls or maybe he genuinely doesnt see appeal with them” [ ] said. Thinking it over Demeter gave her an almost alarming look “Well if thats the case just as you arrived he asked me what i was cooking, that something smelt good. I told him I didnt have anything and he just retreated back to his part of the barn before leaving for the field again.” Slowly [ ] realized she might be in for more than she imagines but brushed it off. “Interesting..” She said as she took her full basket “I have an idea, im gonna see if his heat hits its peaking times in a few days, I do plan on staying here if youd have me here?” She asked as a delighted look spread across Demeter’s face “Of course dear child! I missed having you around! Your Father was bad at bringing you over, him and his festivals” Demeter huffed before she poked her nieces cheek “Besides! We can have a girls night, or well er, weeks depending!” She said as the laughed together “Well it's a deal!”

Heading back up the hill she saw that Kendo had moved, facing a running river as he sast in the sun once more, looking content. [ ] smirked to herself before grabbing some of the things she had ; a brush, a lavish soap and a towel. Heading to where the behemoth of a hybrid laid she noticed his ear twitched, before he opened an eye to look back at her. “Hey Doc, ya back.” He said as she gave him a smile, sitting beside his head “Why yes I am. You seem to be enjoying yourself” She teased as he smirked, turning to face her. “Well i do enjoy the sun, keeps me warm nd my hair soft.” Looking him over again she noticed that his hair was always up in a bun but his bangs covering his eyes, a different hue of color, more of a rustic red than his black furred legs. “Well about that...Im gonna give you a bath!” the giant bull flinched at her words, seeing the happy look gracing her face “Oi now look, ‘m fine i dont need no bath” He argued as she pouted “Why sure you do! I know you dont go when the others get theirs, and if that bun of yours is any indication, you need to wash all of that dirt and grime off. Now let me help you” She barked back, pointing the soft looking brush towards his face. He stood up, now overthrowing the girls height as he pointed a finger at her “Now look, I like being this way, it keeps those girls offa me if you clean me now they wont leave me alone!” [ ] sighe before stepping closer, pointing her own small hand at his face, moving closer “Now you listen to me Kendo, I have things to help keep them off of you, this is for your own health! I can leave you here, dirty but your hair and fur is gonna get so matted theyll have to shave you!”

At hearing a potential that hed be shave Kendo flinched, moving his bangs so his soft eyes could meet her determined ones “Theyll shave me? Ion wanna be like the sheep” he said she she gave him a satisfied look. “Well go into the water then and ill make sure you wont!” Reluctantly he sighed, walking into the river as she followed behind, pinning her longer robe so it wouldnt get too wet as she sat at the side of the river. Holding a hand out she waved him closer, the male coming to her as she undid his hair. To her utter surprise it fell down his shoulders, stopping just short of his waist. Gently she pushed his bangs back to see his pretty amberish eyes looking up to her [ ]’ed ones. He had a typical Bull hook through his nose , the gold shining in the warm sun. He was quite handsome, sun kissed skin and a clear face, broad shoulders and a nice body. Even with his mostly human body his horns, tail and ears were bull, on top of his legs and...neithers , that were covered in fur. Softly she traced a scar under his eye, the wound slightly tender as he jumped from the touch. Going to her wrist she tied a string to hold his long bangs up, a giggle falling from her lips as he almost looked like a younger child getting a bath “What're you lookin at me like that for” He huffed as she laughed more, pushing his face together “You look like an upset child is all. Now go ahead and dip in the water for me , ill scrub you after.” Listening to her, Kendo dropped watching as some of the debris and dirt washed off around him as he stood up, shaking his hair “Good enough?” He asked as she shook her head, pouring some of the sopa on the brush as she started to was his chest,making sure to scrub him as clean as she could from land. Sensing her struggle he reached to her, lifting her over his body as she squealed “Sorry, you were just strugglin so i thought i'd help you” Kendo said as [ ] hesitantly started to wash as much as she could, tapping his arm anytime she needed to move. Being up there did help, she was able to was his horns and his hair, revealing the rust orange and copper hair underneath. Surprised she ran her finger though it, giving him a shy smile. “See dont you feel a bit better?” She asked as he shyly nodded, noticing how her clothes clinged to her chest. He reached to put her back on land, coming out of the water himself as he allowed her to scrb his legs and hoofs, the dull black fur coming to life as he watched in awe. She didnt mind helping him, still came to bother him when he said he didnt want help and now she was bathing him. Kendo mulled over how helpful she was, and realized she was more comforting than most. After scrubbing his hoofs shiny she tapped his legs, signaling she was done.

“All right! Now that youre all clean and such Ill make sure you stay this way okay Kendo?” [ ] said as she went back to the basket, pulling out two apples. The bull in question watched as she came back to him, handing him the other one “Here ya go! Thought you could use something sweet” kendo took the apple from the girl, before biting into it, thanking hier softly as they sat in silence. Soon [ ] spoke up, breaking their silet aurora “So...ill be around here the next few days or so, ill probably stay longer, giving how nice it is” She laughed, looking at the curious male beside her “Dont be afraid to ask me for anything okay? Im here to help you” With that Kendo nodded, going back to the apple. Quietly Kendo touched her arm, making [ ] look to him as an unfamiliar look went over his face. Gently herself, [ ] put her hand on his, shaking her head as a signal for him to talk. “Would you mind...pettin me?” he asked before [ ]’s eyes went wide. Now feeling a bit more embarrassed he spoke up again “I have problems going to sleep, ‘ts why i like it out here in the sun, its warm , nd comforting…” Pausing he continued after he got his words together. “You do the same thing like the sun. Youre warm...comforting.. And make me feel sleepy...so if you pet me...ill be comforted to sleep..its what my mama did, but im too big to be in her lap” With that kendo finished, glancing to the girl who gave him a soft look “Of course i can! I have to get pick some more clothes up but once i get back, I can stay with you out here.” Shaking his head Kendo looked back to the river “Ya dont have to sleep outside with me just...put me to sleep” Unable to stop herself [ ] hugged his arm, looking at him through her lashes “Oh cmon you big baby, I dont mind it! Havent slept under the stars since i was a kid!” Brushing off her dress she ran a hand though his thick locs of hair, giving him another warm hug “Ill be back before sundown, now you be good” And with that he watched as his new found friend walked down the hill.

As promised she brought a blanket and joined him, laying under the tree as the large male went to sleep on her lap, contently humming as [ ] ran her fingers through his hair, making Kendo groan as he fell asleep like mentioned, hugging her thighs as he slept the most comfortable he had in weeks. Watching the hybrid sleep she saw all types of scars, some down his back , others on his chest. A few on his arms and only one on his face, plus the broken horn. He obviously got himself into different groups of problems, but he was sweet, not as curt as he expected. Running her fingers down his back she watched him shiver, going to wrap his arms higher around her torso. Giggling as softly as she could [ ] started to braid his hair back in his sleep, the moving under her ceasing as he was well resting once more. Thinking to herself ‘ If he’ll be like this it should be a breeze to help him.’ Oh how wrong she was.

A few days passed with little to no incident , [ ] going around helping with the daily chore and hanging out with her deity auntie. As the two of them sat in the living quarters, drinking a mixed juice that her father set them they heard a bell appear towards the window, it being Kendo’s mother “I'm so sorry to bother you , but i think something is gravely wrong. Kendo is whining in the shed, earlier he even started to-” Before she could finish a thumb came from his shed, followed by a groan “and that, he's been head butting his room” sitting up [ ] looked to his shed, seeing the door shut but large banging still coming from inside “Hey Auntie, is it alright if we could move him to the other field? I dont want his lashing to accidentally hurt anyone here” Coming besides [ ] Demeter chewed at her lip, thinking “Well, if we can stop him then yes, I'd get the boys to move it quickly”. With that answer [ ] got up, heading to the rocking shed. Taking in a breath she knocked, hearing that the groans subsided. The door slowly creaked open, showing a heaving Kendo “[ ].....?” He whispered, looking over her body as she reached to his forehead, pressing her hand against it. Hot, way too hot. “Kendo, sweetie come with me okay? We’re gonna go to the fields and we're gonna move your shed there okay?” Silently he nodded, coming out of his place. He was gasping, chest heaving as his eyes swirled a darker color than normal. Taking the outstretched hand of [ ] his larger fingers curled against it, following the light pull of the girl. Softly, He nudged her back “ ‘M hot..” he said as she looked back at him, making sure the fever wasn't wearing him down. He gave her a weak smile, rubbing the back of her hand “ ‘M alright princess, just hot” Kendo said as she noted how his voice dropped octaves. “Well theyre gonna bring a bigger shed for you out here and ill check on you every hour. Does anything hurt?” [ ] asked as they walked up the hill “Nah, but my horns are ackey.” “Is that why you were bashing them on the shed?” “Yeah...its like trying to scratch an itch you can reach” Kendo sighed, seeing his usual tree coming into view. As the duo got there he dramatically fell under it, pulling [ ] with him. “K-kendo! Careful!” she fussed as he let go of her apologizing as he drifted to sleep. Soon some of the workers had started working on the new roomed shed for him , finishing just before sundown as they would inform Demeter of where she was.

Gently pushing the deep sleeping boy from her lap she went to his new place, checking everything out. It was more of a small home than a shed, filled with a huge bed and a nice aesthetic to them, the touch of the goddess laced through the look of the place. Going around to sort some of the things they brought for Kendo, [ ] felt a presence behind her “whats all this..” the groggy bull said, ducking down to walk into his lavish bedroom “Your new home! I had them build something spacious but also not overwhelming, and these white are just so lovely.” [ ] kept talking as she soon felt two large arms wrap around her torso “ Ya did this for little ol me..?” He whispered as she ran a hand over his forearm. “I did...you need somewhere to relax in this state” She responded, trying to get from his grasp as he tighten it “Uh uh dont leave...tell me whats wrong with me doc..why cant I stop feeling hot...and anytime you come around I...cant help myself” He ended with a groan , burying his face in the shorter girls neck “Well once im sure of you being in a state of need ill be back okay? Just...relax for me and i promise ill be back.” finally convincing him to let go of her waist, not without a pained groan as he went to the bed, hazy eyes glancing over the short dress wearing girl “Get some more rest okay? Im gonna get something to eat and ill be back in the morning. Call me if you need me okay?” [ ] said as he just groaned a meek response, turning to his side.

Earlier the next morning [ ] woke up to an empty house. Stretching she found a neatly written note with some food on the table

Dearest Niece, Im currently headed to your Uncle Poseidon's place, I should be back some time later ; an update on Kendo, hes been begging for you all day, wont let anyone touch him or check on him. He should be awake now but do be warned ; He’s a lot more scatterbrained than usual

Auntie Demeter

Reading over the note again [ ] sighed, putting on her more comfortable and workable dress as she headed up to his new little house on his hill, the sound of groaning and whines coming to her ears as she got to his door. Seeing it ajar she pushed it open slightly, the place dark except from a crack of light coming from the window. Going to the shades she opened them, hearing a hiss from the bed. “Kendo its me..[ ]?” She called out as the wild set of hair came into view. He was even more disheveled, eyes filled over as he looke to the girl before growling, crawling out of the bed to her. With a gasp she was in his arms, body shaking as she was met with unnaturally feral eyes from the boy. “You left me yesterday..” he rapeseed out, burying his face in her neck again as she grabbed at his thick neck “Kendo honey, i told you id be back this morning didnt i?” She calmly said as he held her tighter, pushing her chest to his “Dont care, ‘ts too long” Realizing why he was so needy [ ] tried to reason with him “Well im sorry love, here lets sit down on the bed” Trying to get him to move she walked forward only to feel something large and hot push into her bare thigh. Nervously she looked down only to be faced to what she feared it was ; His hanging member. A wicked laugh came from above her as she was met with his ever lust driven eyes, a hand of his going to cup her ass and pull her closer “See what you left me with? No matter how hard i fuck my fist i cant cum, it wont come out” He whined and burried his face again, rocking himself on her thigh “Please ill do anythin..youre the only one who sgotten me like this...the only one i want..[ ] please princess help me” Overwhelmed but the situation she tried to pull back, eyes searching his “K-kendo youre getting yourself worked up relax-” Without warning he picked her up, making her screech as he brought her crouch to his face, inhaling as he whimpered, reaching down to his growing dick “Fuck you smell good, like flowers...and sweets..” Letting his tongue roll out he sucked over her panties, making her squeal as she gripped his messy hair “N-no kendo put me down i need to help y-you!” She moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, a mutual groan coming from both of them. Soon a hard tug to his hair resonated, cause him to put her down as she barely touched the floor, hand grabbing his biceps “Kendo please, please sit down youre overworking yourself.” Trying to calm her racing heart she saw how hazed he was, his hand coming to wrap around his visually throbbing head, stroking himself as tight and fast as he could, looking at the awe struck girl infront of him. His hips lifted up as he was chasing a high but he soon groaned, thrusting meekly in his fist “I-I cant, fuck I cant do it doll, ‘t hurts...p-please” Finally snapping from her haze she got closer to Kendo, hand still trying to milk himself as she put her hand over his, stoping the motion.

“K-ken..ill help you okay? Youre gonna rub yourself raw at this pace..” nervously [ ] pulled his hand away, precum coating it as she gulped. He was huge, red and swollen tip curved in the right places. Even with his bull heritage he was still humanly manageable, but with a lot of work to try and get it to fit. With her staring at the intimidating size it twitched , curving up to his belly button as he gave her a lop sided snarl “ Cmon darlin, he... er, we need you . ya keep staring make me feel a bit exposed” He laughed as [ ] gave her own light chuckle. Facing her fears she wrapped a hand around his tip, a hurting yelp falling from Kendo at the touch made her eyes flicker to him but what she saw was pure lust, eyes blown with his tongue licking over his lips “Y-yes finally...shit I-i can feel somethin” Kendo couldnt help himself. Reaching down he grabbed her other hand , wrapping them tightly around his tip as he thrusted between them. “Mhmm im cumin, im gonna cum o-oh shit” As soon as she twisted her wrist to help him he felt himself twitch , spurts of warm cum splattering on [ ]’s face and the floor a he gave her a nervous laugh “S-shit doll face yer good...im sorry i couldnt hold it in..” he said shyly as [ ] gave him a sympathetic look, stroking over his still throbbing head. “[ ] please...can I fuck you? I-I promise ill go slow its juts the smell of you is..mhmm intoxicating” Kendo pulled her up from her knees, pressing his mouth against her clinging panties ,pulling them with his teeth. [ ] squeaked, grabbing his hair as he pushed her hips closer, trying to lick her. “W-wait ill take em off” Pushing at his shoulders she pulled the piece he had in his mouth out, sliding the flimsy lace as she came a bit closer, a growl coming from his lips as he pushed her dress higher, finally able to taste her. Throwing one leg then the next on his shoulder kendo fell back, making her fall onto his lips.

[ ] let a pitched moan come out, startled by his rummaging in between her thighs , his diligent uskcing on her clit taking a toll as she came, bucking her hips onto his mouth. Swallowing her juices Kendo flipped her on her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress up and over her shoulder to release her covered chest, now exposed “mhmm i want more of that sweet nectar baby why dont you give it to me?” whispering in her ear and now bucking his even harder dikc between her small lips [ ] started to panic “K-Ken wait I dont think youll fit!” ignoring her thrashing Kendo looked over her body, seeing how she shook at every stroke of his tip against her sopping core “I told ya ill be gentle, hold still [ ]...i wouldnt hurt my mate” The heaviness of those word took over [ ]’s body as she looked back to him, only to see the save behemoth size push against her ring of muscles. Agonizingly slow he pushed, letting his tip slide in as he pushed each small inch he could in, a whine falling from them both. Once he was halfway in he slowly thrust his hips, causing the girl to yelp “I-its alright i got ya okay? Youre fine...its okay im here” Constantly praising her , Kendo was able to slip more into her, each mini thrust pushing him a bit closer to her, the sounds of squishing and pleasure filled moans filling the room. Becoming overwhelmed at almost being full [ ] pushed her hips back to take the rest, making Kendo yelped and [ ] moaned, the sudden feeling of him bottoming out almost too much as he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling him brush her cervix. Swinging his hips more fluidly he started to pounder her even more, gripping her neck as he pushed her deeper in the bed “Fuck yeah i knew youd be my perfect little minx, taking me so well i cant wait to see you swollen with my babies” He huskily whispered , the stretched out girl too blissed at taking him whole to care about his words.

“I bet youd love being my mate, wouldnt have to lift a finger for anything , id take good care of ya..” Continuing his beating against her cervix he felt something strong hed never felt before, a blind need to cum hitting him like a train “mhm..please let me breed you, this pussys’ mine, all i ever wanted...ill make you a cute little house wife hm? Make you swell with cute little us running about.” Feeling her weakening clench over him he reached for that bundle of nerves, switching his hips to hit even deeper, his throbbing dick pushing against that sponge in her walls. Crying out [ ] fell lower, feeling him slip impossibly deeper as he sped up.” Cmon [ ] , babygirl cum for me..give me it..t-then i can give you what you want yeah? Fill ya to the brim so you can bear me a strong child….”Finally at that the little sense of control snapped coming from a particularly hard push and roll of her clit she was whining , grabbing the arm beside her head as angry red lines welted up. Feeling her hit her peak Kendo got to his knees , nursing her bud as she tried to tug him away, thighs shaking as teary eyes looked down to his fierce lust filled one. As soon as she started whimpering and pulling her hips away he stopped, scrubbing his tip along her folds as he entered without too much pull, [ ]’s mouth falling open “Mh..i'm so close baby...just wanted to look at you when I fill you full..” Kendo felt his tip twitch, making his hips stutter as he picked his pace up again, watching as her arms went are far as they could to his back, stretching his shoulders as he came with a growl, and almost audible sound of him pumping in her heard as she weakly pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a intimate kiss.

With care he pulled from her lips, seeing her eyes fill up again as he kissed tears away “Its alright...its okay ‘m here princess...its alright..I didnt hurt you did I?” Kendo asked as he looke at her slightly bulged stomach, a satisfied smirk on his lips “ Hey [ ]...” He started as she gave a weak hum he continued “Be my mate..I know i didnt ask before filling you bu...id be honored to make such a caring woman my mate and wife...treat you just like my father does my mom..…” He said, nuzzling her cheek before [ ] pulled his face up, kissing him lightly as she gave him a tired smile, rubbing his cheeks “I-id be honored to be your mate..take good care of me okay? Or Auntie Demeter has your head..” Laughing he kissed her lips again, sealing their new deal

[reikoackerman]

An Evening away from the Ackerbabies

Characters: Levi x Rei (me) feat the Ackerman Juniors, and the Smiths

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluff. TOO MUCH FLUFF. I CREII. Also there's a bit of humour somewhere, and also something suggestive near the end.

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: This is all @mrscommandersmith's fault for planting this brainrot into my head lol, and now I can't get this fixation out of my head. Please also read Mrs Smith's version that she'll be posting on her blog hehe ^^

Also this is an alternate version of our AU haha XD

[October 11 2021]

“Hey, 亲爱的 (darling),” knocking on the door, I called Levi while he was in his study reading a book. It was a rare day where we were both off from work. It had been too long since Levi and I had a nice day to ourselves, and I was thinking of going out for a nice dinner with him. It was just a little past 4pm.

“Yes, mon cœur?” Levi put down his book and smiled, opening his arms to pull me into his lap. 

“It’s our off day today,” I began, removing his glasses and combing his fringe. “I wanna go out on a date with you.” Levi looked at me curiously. 

“A date night?” 

“Yeah, a dinner date with my husband.” I smiled and laced my arms around his shoulder. “We rarely get our off days to be on the same day so… I was thinking of going out on a date with you.” 

“Of course I welcome the idea of a date with you, mon cœur. But what about the kids? Maman isn’t free today, she’s—” 

“Shh, don’t worry. I’ve asked Mia already, she and Erwin are okay to babysit for us.” Levi cocked his brow.

“You’re entrusting two people without kids to take care of OUR kids?” Levi scoffed, laughing and snorting at the same time. 

“It’ll be good practice for them to, you know, learn how to take care of kids,” I wiggled my eyebrows, hoping Levi caught the hidden meaning. Levi remained silent. 

“Or would you rather I call Hange, or Mike instead…?” Levi frowned and vehemently protested. 

With the babysitting issue out of the way, Levi went to pack all the necessary items that Mia and Erwin needed: Extra diapers for the twins, milk powder and milk bottles, oatmeal, bananas, blueberries, and strawberries, extra clothes, towels and napkins, baby powder, baby lotion, baby-friendly shampoo and body wash, some toys, and also their pacifiers. Levi also took a spare baby mat we had in the storeroom. Levi even wrote a long list of instructions on how to make their milk and oatmeal, how to change their diapers, how to give them a shower, and even how to clean them if they peed or pooped. Levi also went to pack some of Renée's favourite story books, her colour pencil set, colouring book, and also her favourite stuffed bear. 

On the other hand, I was giving Renée a shower. It had been a long time since she went over to their place. Renée seemed a little apprehensive about going over too. 

“Mama, why do didi and I have to go over to Aunty Mia and Uncle Erwy’s place?” Renée sulked as I soaped her hair. She always loved it when I soaped her hair because she loved this strawberry-scented shampoo I bought her. However, Renée still didn't seem happy. “Do you not love me and didi any more?” 

“Of course not, ma chérie, Mama and Papa loves you and didi a lot,” I washed the suds off her hair and Renée started pouring her body wash on her palm, lathering it all over and doing a good job washing herself. 

“Mama and Papa have some things to do today, so we can’t bring you, Pierre, and Léon out. Next time, Mama will bring you along, okay? 妈妈答应你 (Mama promise you)。” Renée nodded as I washed the body wash, taking a fluffy towel to dry her up. Once I was done showering Renée, I blew dry her hair while it was Levi's turn to shower. Renée chose her own outfit: a black and orange sunflower dress, and white frilly socks. I tied Renée's hair into two twin pigtails. Just then, Levi came out of the shower and urged me to shower while he went to quickly give the twins a quick rinse. 

While I was showering, I thought about how Levi and I were so used to being parents, and suddenly it felt weird that we're going out without worrying about Léon suddenly crying, or Renée throwing a tantrum while we were outside. Levi and I were also managing our three children really well, we've developed a good balance, command and control. To be honest, I was a little afraid that Mia and Erwin couldn't handle the chaos, they don't have children of their own after all. Deep down, I knew that even though Levi and I were out on a date, our thoughts would definitely be on our children, worrying if they would be causing the couple trouble instead. The twins can be quite a handful, and Renée can be a little too aloof at times. 

When I was done, I dressed up in a simple grey short sleeved dress, and quickly dressed the twins up while Levi got dressed as well. Renée was sitting on her chair reading a book. Levi came out 10 minutes later wearing a white button down and khaki chinos. He even styled his fringe into a slight back comb. I knew it. He’s looking forward to our date night too. How is it that Levi still looks so good when he's already a father of three? If I were single and I saw Levi out in the streets, oh I would fall in love with him and hit on him immediately. 

“Looking good, Monsieur Ackerman,” I giggled, slapping Levi’s ass when he came out. 

“Looking good yourself too, Madame Ackerman.” Levi kissed my cheek as he carried Pierre out of the cot while I took Léon.

Putting the twins into their pram, I grabbed my handbag and pushed their pram out while Levi held on to Renée's hand as he locked our gate and doors. The twins were being really active at the back of the car, cooing and making lots of noise. It's like they know that they're going out and they're excited. Renée kept trying to hush them because she was reading, and she tutted angrily when Pierre tried to pull one of her pigtails. 

Soon, we arrived at the Smiths' place. I dropped Mia a text so that she can open her door for us. The lady of the house soon opened the door, her blonde husband behind her with an arm on her shoulder. 

“Hi Aunty Mia, Hi Uncle Erwy,” Renée greeted them as she removed her shoes and placed them neatly by the side of their gate. 

“Hey Renée, come on in,” Mia stroked Renée’s cheek as she brought her in. “Uncle Erwy bought you a pretty pair of slippers.” Renée took her bag from Levi, slid on her slippers, and walked into the living room on her own, placing her bag down on the floor before asking for the toilet to wash her hands. Mia guided her to the toilet while Erwin helped us move the twins’ pram in.

“Thanks for doing this for us,” I pushed the twins’ pram in, and Pierre started laughing the moment he met Erwin’s eyes while Léon started to whine.

“Oh don’t worry, Rei, it’s a small thing.” Erwin waved his hand before taking the large and extremely heavy bag from Levi with a groan. “Oh damn, Levi, what’s in here?”

“Clothes, food, diapers, towels, baby shampoo and body wash, toys, baby powder, pacifiers, and baby lotion. They’re all for the boys.” Levi frowned before reaching under the pram, taking out the baby mat. “And this is for the boys too. Renée’s fine on her own, just don’t disturb her when she’s doing her things.” 

“Also, the boys have to be asleep by nine, and Renée by ten. No bargaining even though we’re out,” Levi reminded Erwin once more while Erwin opened the large bag. I noticed him letting out a sigh when he saw the whole list of instructions Levi wrote. Mia came back a while later to look at whatever Erwin was reading.

“You’d better follow the steps inside there strictly, Eyebrows. Also, do not let Renée sit too close to the tv, and do not let her read while eating. She’ll take forever to finish her food and—” I quickly covered Levi’s mouth. He was scaring both of them. 

“Amour, stop scaring them,” I frowned, only releasing my hand when I was sure Levi would stop nagging. I squatted down to kiss the twins goodbye. 

“佳玲要听话，好好照顾弟弟们，知道吗？(Renée must be a good girl and watch over your younger brothers, okay?)” I called Renée over as she hugged Levi and I, nodding her head and pecking us on the cheek. 

“Just enjoy your dinner. They’ll be fine,” Mia smiled at us as she ushered us out. “I’ll call you if there’s anything.” Levi looked like he wanted to say more, but I quickly dragged him away, waving goodbye to the Smiths. 

“I’m worried,” Levi grumbled as he got into the car. “What if Shitwin accidentally drops the boys when he’s bathing them?”

“Oh come on, amour, relax. The kids will be fine. Let’s trust them, okay?” I laughed as Levi began to drive out of the apartment’s car park. “It’ll be good practice for them anyway.” 

“I would prefer them not using our kids as practice.” Levi muttered under his breath.

Levi decided to bring me out for some Thai food for dinner. The night was chilly and we both were craving something spicy. It was close to 7pm and everywhere was getting crowded. Fortunately, this Thai eatery had seats. I settled for my favourite pad thai with extra dried chilli flakes and a tom yum goong while Levi got himself a simple basil pork fried rice. We both ordered some amazing Thai milk tea and lemongrass tea too. 

Levi and I had such a pleasant time together. No crying babies, no whiny Renée, no weird looks from others. It was just Levi and I, and our dinner was perfect. We could finally talk and spend time with each other without distractions and stress as parents, it was like we were in our early stages of marriage again, before Renée was born. 

Once we finished our dinner, Levi brought me to the shopping mall too, saying that a date out isn’t complete without a gift. Sometimes this man really spoils me too much. What did I do in my past life to deserve such a doting husband like Levi? Levi knew I couldn’t wear jewellery like many others due to my sensitive skin, so instead of buying me a necklace, or a bracelet, Levi got me a bouquet of roses instead. Everyone was staring at us when I walked around carrying the bouquet. Honestly, Levi really is the sweetest husband out there. 

Levi and I had time for some dessert at a café too. He got me a slice of matcha cheesecake while he ordered a tiramisu for himself. He also ordered a pot of lychee rose oolong tea for us to share. It really had been too long since we were out on a date. I couldn’t stop staring at Levi and his handsome face the entire night, it was like I’m falling in love with him all over again. 

“You’re staring at me a lot tonight, mon cœur,” Levi muttered without looking up from his cake. 

“I was just thinking,” I ate another spoon of my cheesecake and leaned forward. “What if you were single and I saw you looking like this while you walked down the street?” I giggled, leaning my head on my palm. Levi grabbed my left hand and lightly kissed my wedding ring on my ring finger. 

“Tch, you would probably just gawk at me with your mouth open, not doing anything and then complaining to someone when I’m gone.” Levi gave me a slight smile and stroked my fingers, looking back at me without a word. I returned his gaze and smile, gradually rubbing my foot against his calf with a slight giggle. 

The both of us remained like this; Levi's hand on mine while I gave him a little footsie under the table. Levi suddenly raised his eyebrows and his smile became a smirk instead. You, me, in bed, tonight. Watch out. My smile became wider, my foot went a little higher. Come at me, baby. I'm more than ready. While our eyes were still locked on to each other, I had to ruin the moment with a sneeze. Urgh, why didn’t I bring along a cardigan or something? 

“Why didn’t you bring a jacket? You knew it was going to be cold,” Levi frowned as he poured more hot tea for me while I took a piece of serviette to clean my nose. I smiled sheepishly, eating the rest of my cake. Once we were done, Levi downed the last of his tea and escorted me out of the café with a hand resting on my back. It was going to be 10pm soon. How did time fly so quickly? Levi suggested making our way over to Mia and Erwin’s place for the kids and I agreed. Levi and I had uh, pressing matters to attend to at home as well. I dropped Mia another text when we were near, giving her and Erwin enough time to pack. 

“Do you think the twins are asleep? Did they eat their oatmeal, or drank their milk?” Levi started nagging again and I rolled my eyes. He was perfectly fine during dinner, and now he’s acting like this again. 

“They’re fine, amour, Mia didn’t call the entire time, right? Our kids are well-behaved.” I chuckled while Levi continued driving. Soon, we reached their car park again and slowly made our way up. knocking the door, Mia opened up and I noticed that the house was dim. 

“Shh, the kids are asleep,” she hushed us as we removed our footwear and stepped inside, afraid of the mess the twins might have created. Instead, what greeted us was the sight of Renée sitting in Erwin’s lap, head on his chest while her arms were laced around his neck. Renée was sleeping soundly on Erwin’s chest while Erwin had an arm around her protectively. My heart warmed at the sight. It was the first time our little princess slept so soundly around others. I turned to Levi who had a smile on his face as well. 

“I hope they didn’t give you and Erwin any trouble?” I asked Mia as we quietly packed the baby mat and everything else while Levi carried Pierre and Léon out from their bedroom and gently placed them in the pram. 

“Oh, of course not, they’re all really lovely and obedient. Renée’s really sensible, she helped us with your boys. Told us how to change their diapers and all that.” Mia smiled as we kept the toys, turning to look at Renée sleeping in Erwin’s lap again. 

“Thanks for entrusting your babies to us,” Mia chuckled as Levi packed up the baby mat and kept it under the pram. “Erwin and I had a lot of fun, and practical experience.” Even under the dim lighting, I could tell that Mia was blushing. Call it a woman’s sixth sense, or my mother’s instinct, but I knew that perhaps, they were finally ready to have children of their own. I gave Mia a knowing smile.

“Don’t worry, you and Erwin and more than welcome to babysit our kids anytime. But who knows? Maybe you’ll take care of your own kids soon.” I giggled and Mia helped me push the pram out of their house as Levi went to wake Erwin up. Erwin and Levi were talking for a bit, and then Levi carried a sleeping Renée out of their house. We bid the Smiths goodnight and slowly made our way to the car. 

“What did Erwin and you talk about just now?” I asked Levi as he drove home, our kids sleeping soundly at the back. 

“Oh, it’s nothing, He just apologised for not letting Renée sleep more comfortably,” Levi scratched his nose and looked at me when he stopped at the red lights. “He also said he’s thinking of having kids.” My eyes widened in surprise. 

“Really?! That’s the feeling I got from Mia too,” I squealed silently in delight. “Oh, oh, yes! Took them long enough!” 

“Know what I told Erwin next?” Levi had a slight smirk again and sped off when the lights turned green. Grabbing my hand, Levi placed a kiss on the back of it. “Told him I wanted a fourth.” My eyes widened again. 

“Baby, we’re parents of three kids already.” 

“I know, but don’t you think having another one would really complete everything?” Levi stroked my knuckles and looked at me expectantly, reminding me of what happened back at the café. Oh. So that’s what he meant. 

“W-well, I, uh, I m-mean, a fourth child does sound okay, b-but—” 

“If it’s meant to be, then it will.” I sighed in defeat, turning in my seat to face Levi. 

“We’ll see if we’re that lucky, then.” I gave him a flirty smile. 

As we reached home, Levi helped me bring out the pram as I placed the twins inside, pushing them into the house as Levi carried Renée and the heavy bag. He locked the car and joined me, carrying Renée into her room while I placed the boys back in their cots. Léon stirred in his sleep before falling silent again, Pierre still sleeping soundly. Levi came back after a while, asking me to join him in the shower with a teasing look. I laughed out loud, kissing my husband full on the lips as he started unzipping my dress. 

Let’s see if we’re this lucky, I thought to myself as Levi removed my dress while I unbuttoned his shirt, moving my hands down to unzip his chinos. 

And of course, Levi and I really were that lucky, because a month later, my home pregnancy test kit said I was ‘pregnant’. 

THANKS FOR THE BABY FEVER MRS SMITH XOXO!!!! Also, yes, this is uhhhh, baby 4's origin story hehe >\\<

[yn-rollcall]

Momento Bakugo x Reader: Ch. 19

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Summary: So I was always told to look on the bright side. The bright side is that I’m finally meeting the Number One and Two pro-heroes Deku and Dynamight. The downside is that I was publicly dragged out of my job for a string of robberies that I did not commit and am being detained for questioning.

Length: 4.2k

Warnings: Oral Sex, Food Kink, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mirror Sex, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Rough Sex, Emotional Constipation, Chocolate Syrup, Fluff, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Temperature Play, Hate Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panty Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Bondage, Body Worship, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Pegging, Public Masturbation, Office Sex, Wank and Tell, Polyamory, So like at the very very end there’s KatsukixReaderxKirishima, But it happens so last minute I don’t feel justified tagging it as one of the main relationships, Constructive Criticism Welcome

A03

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A/N: Hey y'all double update for this Friday but individual updates for the next two chapters! It may not make much sense since these aren't very parallel and the next two will be but I feel the dramatic effect will be worth it.

Y/N POV

It's been a while since I've felt this bad. This...empty. My body still hurt from overusing my quirk and the exhaustion from little to no sleep was catching up to me. Worst of all, any recovery I had in terms of functioning as a human being was completely reversed. I couldn't count how many times in the last two days I've given myself a bathroom break to sob. Yea the look on his face hurt. But how I reacted to it haunted me. I genuinely wanted to hurt him, to see him in pain. I haven't felt like that in years. Auntie kept trying to tell me to rest but being alone right now? Sounded like a shit idea.

It's about that time so I moved to the back, just in time for Ka-....Dynamight's patrol. Auntie gave me the good news in bites. Hosei was for sure rotting in jail along with everyone who tried to obstruct the investigation. Some of the others who weren't as directly involved are being investigated to see the extent of their involvement and whether they were brainwashed/ manipulated into it. It was good on the surface but, it's clear Hosei did some damage before he left. It's also clear that I did some damage.

Dynamight's agency is covering the property damage I did and hushing up the few and far in between eyewitness reports of the real events that happened. Some tried to go to the internet about it but with a lack of video evidence it was mostly taken as the usual hero slander. On the days I would peek out to see them, Chargebolt seemed...really down. Usually he was excitedly talking about something or waving to the store owners but now he walked like he was doing penance.

It made sense. Hosei always knew how to hit where it hurt. I was curious about how many were hurt during Phase 3 but not enough to seek it out. I didn't exactly want to know how much damage I've done either. Shoto...recently rejoined patrol these last two days according to Yoko. I haven't really been able to look him or Deku in the eye. Which was cowardly especially since at the time I decided on my own, manipulated or not, to do whatever it took to prevent this next issue. The one that killed me the most.

Dynamight. Everything to do with him. Those first few days when we still hadn't quite understood what the brainwashing meant. He'd look in the shop and for a moment I'd feel guilt. Then my brain would be flooded with disgust and anger and hatred and he'd see it in my eyes. The light in his eyes would dim and he'd look away. Not before I knew how bad I hurt him. The worst part was that when he wasn't around, I still loved him just as much as before. But I literally couldn't indulge in any part of him. His imagery, his voice, nothing. Only memories. Only those are somewhat safe.

I've taken to boxing again to an admittedly unhealthy degree. I would go from the bakery to the gym for hours just imagining Hosei's body when I hit the bag. Then I'd go home and kept airboxing until I was tired. It didn't compare at all to what I used to do, but I'm trying to be good. It's hard. Even now, just because I could sense that the patrol is passing by it increased my resentment. The way Yoko and Auntie tried to be extra careful. The way my body went on alert just because I knew they were nearby. It's well meaning, it's unintentional and I hated it.

I hated these feelings. I hated that I hate Dynamight. I hated myself and more than anything else I could feel myself starting to hate everyone. All because of him. It haunted me how many times I've daydreamed about killing him in cold blood in front of everyone. A part of me wanted to traumatize them, myself and destroy everything because at least I destroyed it. Not someone else. Not Hosei. But I've been in therapy long enough before to recognize self-sabotage when I see it.

I sighed, feeling my body relax after the patrol finally was a distance away. No more awkward moments for the day hopefully. I stared at the half-finished dough in front of me and suddenly felt incredibly tired. I thought about hitting the dough. I thought about leaving the shop and picking fights like I used to. But I promised Auntie. And I know that this time it won't help at all. So instead, I went over to the chair in the corner and sat. Choosing instead for as long as I can, to live in a daydream from long ago.

-A year and a half earlier-

It's been about 5 months since I moved in with Iris. 5 months since I ran away from Hosei. 5 months to process and recover enough to be mad like hell. As I was job hopping, I felt it. This anger boiling beneath the surface. I went on a walk to try to let off some steam until I realized...I didn't know where I was. I looked around trying to find any landmarks that look familiar. Nothing. Nothing at all. Shit.

"You lost?" A voice called out.

A bunch of people stepped out from the shadows. All men, all tough looking. Double shit. I stepped back, realizing there were more guys behind me.

"We can help you find your way but there's a little fee." The main guy said, looking me up and down.

I shuddered and looked for a way out. A guy suddenly grabbed me from behind and lifted me up, dragging me into an alleyway. There were nearby shop owners and patrons who saw this going on, saw I needed help and looked away. I felt that anger again simmering and spreading like a wildfire. It didn't matter where you went or what you did. No one cared enough.

So why should I?

They got me to the end of the alley and a few hands fiddled with my clothes as cackles filled the air. There were too many guys behind me and there's one that looked extra tough. I'll have to go the other way. I activated my quirk, ripping myself out of their grip and flinging myself to the end of the alley. I thought about flying over the building but given my mental state right now I wasn't sure I'd accidentally kill myself doing it. They cackled and jeered.

"Oh she's a fighter~! We like those." The main guy said, blades coming out of his hands.

The others activated their various quirks in a show of strength. A shiver ran up my spine as I realized that I was right back in the position I just left. Just because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was going to be hurt again. That anger inside me grew and festered until it burned and boiled into something new. Hatred. Disgust. Rage. I saw flashbacks of Hosei's place as well as the warehouse we frequented. His words echoed in my head. I felt a smile stretch my lips and a little laugh slipped out. I covered my mouth and then started laughing hysterically. The men looked at me, confused. Some mumbling about me losing it. And I have. I've lost the last thing I held onto. My morality.

This time, I want to hurt you.

After I recovered, I looked at the men before me. The trash before me. And I increased gravity on them. They fell like a ton of bricks, all except the leader who was closest to me. He looked back and saw all of his boys suddenly bowing at my feet and I finally felt control. And power. I looked at the leader and rushed him before he turned around. Some of his blades cut me; I didn't care. He kept cutting me. I tried to dodge but I didn't have the reflexes to avoid it. My arms and sections of my back burned like hell as the flesh was sliced apart. It didn't stop me, in fact, it made me more determined to get payback. It hurt so much but I finally felt alive. I finally didn't feel helpless.

I kept punching his face, using gravity to make my punches heavier and heavier. My fists hurt, I think I broke something but I didn't care. There's blood everywhere now. My clothes were sticky with it, clinging to me in spite of the cold wind. His boys were yelling at me to stop and I didn't care. I didn't care, I didn't care, I didn't care. When I finally lifted up from the ground, his boys trembled at the bloody mess underneath me and the fists that caused it. I looked at the men, finally feeling my hatred satisfied. Finally understanding what I wanted as I pulled my next victim towards me.

When I left the alley, my fists were swollen and I was covered in splatters of blood. Those same owners who ignored me, looked at me with scared looks and shocked eyes. I did care about this. I liked this much better than the looks of pity. I walked down the street knowing deep in my gut I'd be back. When I got home, luckily no one was really watching or on the street. I walked inside of our apartment and took off my shoes.

"Y/N! I'm so glad you're-" She looked at me, shocked. "What happened?!"

I didn't answer her, for some reason shame flooded through me when she in particular looked at me like that. I went into the shower, washing off the stains and blood off my body and clothes. While watching the red run down the drain, I noticed that my shirt wasn't clearing up. I sighed. Next time, I'll wear black or something. I finished showering and went into my room, hanging the wet clothes on the chair and put on lotion. A soft knock wafted through the door.

"Y/N" Iris said, voice as delicate as silk. "Please tell me what happened, I'm worried."

Anger boiled in my chest and I tried to breathe. To calm myself down.

I'm not going to take this out on Iris.

I turned off the light and put earphones in, vowing to sleep before I did something I would regret. Then, there was sunshine pouring into my window. I didn't even remember passing out. I woke up to one earphone in and the other digging into my back. I picked up both headphones and set them on the bedside table. Then I saw the blood and felt my body screaming in pain. Then I remembered last night. The men, my rage, my poor swollen fist that looked like I should probably get it checked out. Spots of blood lined my covers where the open wounds from the guy's knife quirk were left to bleed and crust over. I also should probably put on some bandages. I went under the bed and dug around til I hit a familiar square box. It's been a while since I dressed a wound. I hope I still have everything I need. I started dressing my wound while processing last night. The fear. The thrill. The power. I remembered the scared faces and the images of the men bowing to me moments after jeering at me.

That was the beginning of a long downward spiral. I visited that place so often people recognized me on the street. I got great at fighting. To the point, I'd spend the day while I was job searching thinking of new moves. Yes I got hit but it was on my terms and I always won out at the end. It felt so good to see someone else be afraid for once. As the days went by I started to forget why I was doing this. I barely remembered Hosei and the things he'd done. But the anger never stopped boiling. I'd reached the point of no return. Until one day I met Auntie.

It was the usual. I'd walk around the place, waiting for some idiot to pick on me because for some reason they always do. Today, I got confronted by two guys who told me to follow them. I did, because I was curious to see where this went. They led me to a whole den of men, some of which I beat up a couple days ago. I guess they told their boss. There's at least 20 guys here. 20 guys with...weapons. Sweat ran down my back. This...might be bad.

"That's her. You're in trouble now bitch!" The guy with a healing black eye sneered.

"All this for one girl. You'd feel proud winning like this?" I said and felt a sharp pain as someone kicked my back.

"It's not about pride. It's about putting people in their place." I'm assuming the leader said.

"Whatever helps you sleep I guess." I mumbled, trying to get my eyes to focus.

I heard shuffling behind me and I launched myself upward, floating above them. A man jumped in the air, knife pulled out. I kicked him into his buddies down below. Then I dropped myself on that pile, stomping as hard as I could onto the bodies below. Someone's something cracked beneath my feet. I genuinely couldn't care less. I launched myself at anyone who got close. Taking and giving hit after hit. As the fight went on they realized that I wasn't going to be the one going down. I didn't know what they've lived like but clearly they didn't learn endurance. Not that I was making it easy.

I felt that familiar feeling rise in me after I broke bone after bone on various guys. I started picking at random. I'd break this guy's arm, then that guy's leg. Until once again, like all of the nights prior I'm standing in the middle of bloodied and broken bodies. Feeling satisfied once again. Then my body froze. I couldn't move anything but my eyes. Steps walked towards me until a figure stood in front. A beautiful older woman with silvery hair and sharp eyes gazed at me. After a moment, her eyes softened and she sighed.

"Would you at least like to make money doing this?" She asked.

She led me to a building with a loud announcer going off. We walked down a long linoleum hallway with harsh lighting that got scarcer and scarcer until we stepped into a ring. Loud cheers echoed through the building as they watched the fighters below. I watched them going at it until I turned to the old woman beside me.

"Do you run this?" I asked, wary.

"No, I know the guy who does though." She said, watching the fight.

"What do you want from me really?" I said, tired of the roundabout.

"I was told by your friend I'd find you on Hades street looking for a fight." She said.

Friend...Iris?

"Iris? How?" I asked.

"She followed you one night and was concerned."

"Okay and who are you?" I said, letting my irritation seep into my voice.

"A friend of your friend." She said simply, not giving me more than that. "So do you want to go this route?"

I looked at the ring below. It was more sanctioned. Probably a lot less likely to get me jumped by an entire gang. If I was really honest with myself, beneath the numbness, being jumped like that shook me up a bit. What if there were more guys next time? What if I lost? I also didn't know what would happen to me if I said no to this lady. Something about her seemed way more dangerous than the men I just faced.

"Yea." I said finally, silencing that train of thought.

After that, I donned the name OniHime. The rules of the ring were no quirks, heteromorphic quirks being the exception, and no weapons. Other than that anything went. I found out there were even different nights dedicated to different competitions. It was a surprisingly organized deal with lots of secrecy involved. Fans wouldn't mention the wrestlers or say anything about this place. I was surprised it lasted on the honor code this long. Although later I found out Auntie had a lot to do with it.

There were non fighters as well. Yu helped film the promos for the fighters and occasionally did bodyguard work. Their reflexes and ability to knock someone out quickly made them a valuable asset. Apparently, they followed their big brother here once and kept coming back, interested in the theatrics. We both secretly refer to it as pro-wrestling but after one fighter kinda got a big head about it we chose to just refer to it as that in secret. Initially, Yu and I had some weird beef because I thought the film promos were stupid and they took it personally. So they lured me into a fight in front of their camera and sent it to me randomly. I didn't say it at the time but having a different lens on me. One that defined me by a different perspective even if it was framed in some cringy promo was...cool. I ended up watching the video over and over again because that girl in the video wasn't a victim, she was a contender and I wanted to live up to it. I apologized the next day and eventually we became friends. They're embarrassed by the video now that they've grown in editing skills but I still love the video and watched it from time to time.

Kira was the sharpest shooter in the Bullseye competition. She can hit moving targets with deadly accuracy. We talked ever since she defended me on my way to the arena. One of the people I beat up pre-Orihime era brought some friends to try to fight me. She shot one of them with a nerf gun, the foam bullet sticking to the dead center of his forehead. They threatened her and called her kid. She took out a real gun and said 'I guess grown men should get real bullets huh? '. Then cocked her gun and shot a huge mole off of one of them. They ran and I've been her friend since because I don't want her as an enemy. I grew to like her later on but above all else she is terrifying.

Lastly Ori. He flirted with me one day without realizing I was sobbing outside of the arena. It was awkward and the look of regret on his face made me laugh. He ran off, bought me food and came back to comfort me. He was so apologetic and adorable that for the first time in a long time, I just let my guard down. He listened to me and when I was finished he said and I quote 'Next time you see him, tell him you can already tell his hairline is gonna be shooting from half-court by 30. It doesn't have to be true because you could always shave or snip a bunch off in his sleep to make him stressed enough for it to actually happen.' Ori supposedly was one of the best drivers in some other money scheme across town. He was totally staying at this arena willingly and not because he broke an important someone's heart over there and is avoiding them like the plague.

I met the other people and fighters who I guess didn't hold any grudges for losing to a newbie. Which was nice. And I found people I actually liked hanging out and having drinks with. And I kept....having fun. I was having fun again. Especially with Yu, Kira and Ori. They're younger than alot of the others like me so that lack in age difference helped alot. I even let Yu film my official promo even though I was already an established fighter. It made me cringe and smile when I saw it. At this point, it also dawned on me that all of these shady adults came together and made a goddamn young adult youth center in grimy crime cosplay. That's why heroes never shut this place down. Hell, I'm sure I definitely saw Eraserhead around here. Either that or just a random weirdly hot disheveled, downtrodden man.

It's clear why Auntie sent me here. And it was working. And I hated that it was working but not as much as I liked having friends again. Friends who didn't pity me and tiptoe like Iris did. Who I didn't want to hurt for the most part. However I still felt it, that desire to make someone hurt and bleed and be broken. I still felt pain that I wanted to force on others. Eventually, I realized I didn't want to feel that way, not if it hurt my new friends. Finally, I asked around to see Auntie, which led to a small little bakery across town. I stepped inside and I wasn't sure she would recognize me. It was one night for like twenty minutes over half a year ago. But she did and her eyes warmed when she saw me and I cried. I scared the hell out of the customers there but her hug was really warm.

Auntie connected me with a friend of hers who was a therapist and we worked through some things. However, being vulnerable for long periods of time got to me and I stopped seeing her. Auntie gave me a full-time job at the bakery because and I quote "Nothing makes me more sad than a person bumming off friends." Which I took offense to but couldn't really refute. I definitely stopped taking the job search seriously after going all Itachi Uchiha on Hades Street.

My last line as a fighter was "This is my last fight because I'm finally in therapy where I belong." Then I beat the shit out of my opponent.

I may have stopped therapy since then but I felt it. My little scars, healing, bit by bit. The customers, alot of which I found out were old friend's of Auntie's, welcomed me with almost as much warmth, care and patience as Auntie did. Not too long after, Yoko got hired and it only became more fun. Iris also seemed relieved. Whether it's from me no longer being a bum or no longer coming home with bloody hands and murder eyes. She seemed satisfied. Things were looking up.

So how did I end up here again?

-Present-

I opened my eyes and I saw Auntie kneading the dough. I looked at the clock and an hour and half passed by. I shot up, surprised. I opened my mouth with an apology on my lips. Auntie looked at me and waved it off. I slumped back in the chair, watching her put the goods in the oven before turning to me. She pulled over a chair and sat down.

"What's the Game Plan?" She asked.

I looked down, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I didn't know. Even if I just tried thinking of talking to Dynamight, unreasonable amounts of ugly emotions flooded into me. The worst part about disgust is that it fuels itself. Me having this reaction, reinforces this reaction. It was a brilliant move by Hosei. It was the single worst thing he could have done to me. He got me and Dynamight in one blow. Even if I do magically heal, I have to apologize about trying to murder his friends. Which last I checked isn't something you can make up for. Then I'd have to apologize for crushing his heart under my heel everytime I looked at or avoided him. It's just...a hole that got deeper the more I thought about it. It really was irreparable.

"Nothing. There's nothing I can do." I said simply.

A/N: Side note: The fighting name is a reference to 'SketDance' not 'Onihime vs.' I have no idea what that is and I genuinely do not wish to find out in any way shape or form.

Other side note: I have been informed by my dear friend Finn that my story is #reallyAngsty. Admittedly, I was under the impression it was not that angsty and I apparently can't read the room of my own story lol. I'm sorry for the huge amount of suffering but I promise it ends very very soon.

Lastly I wanted to put little snippets about the OCs that I felt didn't fit.

Yu made videos and edited them because they could make their brother's dingy apartment look cool and exciting. It added magic in their otherwise monotonous life.

Kira became a shooting enthusiast because she's always been small and frail. She wanted a power she could use and to finally be looked at as an equal.

Ori's first love was an avid driver who wasn't great with speed limits. Whenever he wants to remember him (and he does very fondly) he ends up driving too fast down long highways or abandoned tracks.

[ofviolentdeath]

30 Days of Drabbles::Day Fifteen

Character(s)::Britt, Ciarn, and Ros Word Count::788

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It was a long shot, she knew that, but Ros had heard through the grapevine that she had a niece that could potentially give her back what she had lost. Or, more important, who she had lost. It was worth a visit at the very least, even if she was trying not to get her hopes up.

Ciarn had his reservations, he had, after all, been dead for decades at this point. He was fairly certain he had been dead longer than Ros's niece had even been alive, but that was beside the point. He had never actually met a necromancer, so he wasn't sure what to expect.

Neither of them expected a veterinarian or that the consultation would be taking place at her clinic between seeing clients.

Britt had heard of her aunt Ros in passing, knew that she avoided most of the family given her circumstance and honestly, she didn't blame her for it. Most of the keres, her mother included, would have tried to talk Ros into crossing Ciarn over, even if that might not be the best possible option.

"The biggest thing here is going to be getting to where his body was laid to rest," she explained, seeing no markings on his spirit to indicate there might be an issue. Some spirits had a certain glow to them, a way to mark them for specific things. He could have been tagged once, but if he had been, it had long since faded. "Usually calling the spirit back is the difficult part, but that doesn't look like it's going to be an issue here."

Her smile was warm when she looked over at him and Ciarn couldn't help but feel some sort of relief. Not only could she see and hear him, but she might be able to actually help.

"What are the risks?" Ros asked, always the more practical of the two, her fingers twined with his as if he was the only solid thing left in the world.

The irony was not lost on Ciarn.

"I'm more concerned with is it going to hurt and am I going to still have memories," the spirit chimed in, not caring too much about the risks. As far as he was concerned, the payoff was worth any risk to himself.

"There are some risks, mostly when it comes to the binding. His life force has to be bound to someone else's, I am just going to assume that you would like to keep that between the two of you, that's fine. My eldest son is bound to me like that. However. He can still be killed again. It will be harder, he'll heal faster, but it's still possible and there's a chance it could kill you as well," she explained before turning her attention to the spirit once more. "The part that hurts is having your spirit put back in your body. The rest doesn't hurt as much as that initial shock of being brought back. You'll be sore for a while after, but it might not be as bad for you with being a shifter."

The risks seemed pretty minimal to her and she trusted that the girl knew what she was talking about given her experience with having someone's life bound to her own.

"I also know what it feels like to be bound to someone else. I sort of got the shit end of having a mortal parent, but my husband is immortal. I'm bound to him. So I do understand both sides of the risks on that one and I can tell you, that if this is something you both truly want, the risks are worth it."

Ros looked at Ciarn, taking comfort in his smile before she looked back at her niece and nodded. "I don't care the cost. Do it."

"Oh auntie, I don't charge for that. It's not a service I actually offer, this is a rare exception." Truthfully, this would only be the fourth person she had brought back like this and all of those had been special circumstances."

There was still a chance she would be getting a visit from one of her aunts about this, but she also figured that they would understand the situation. She hoped.

Ros visibly relaxed at that, a smile finally gracing her lips. "How soon can we do this?"

"We can go as soon as I'm done here for the day. I'll call my husband to make sure there's nothing going on at home today, but I don't foresee there being an issue there."

"Thank you. That doesn't feel like enough but thank you," Ciarn murmured, excited and anxious to get a second chance at the life he had lost.

[deniigi]

my supervisor fucked me over with all my other coworkers present. can I request a one shot from you to cheer me up featuring Sammy?

Did I give y’all the fic about the hotpot?

Well if I didn’t, I’m giving it to you now.

Title: hotpot

Summary: Ganke checks the comments for the Blindspot comic daily and there’s this one asshole anon who keeps talking shit about BT.

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The Blindspot comic went live in the fall and Ganke couldn’t stop checking the hit count every five seconds. All night there had only been ten hits.

He told himself not to be disappointed. The only person who really mattered had read and loved the comic.

Miles said that BT had even forced everyone on the team to read an abridged version of Journey to the West, and had gone as far as to make a quiz to determine everyone’s character.

Miles refused to disclose who he’d gotten.

BT had clearly rigged the game to make himself Sun Wukong and Ganke was proud of him.

That kind of enthusiasm was exactly what he’d been hoping for, anything else now was just icing on the cake.

Even though it would be cool if it wasn’t just BT reading his own comics.

That would be pretty cool, right? Like. If people online all started reading BT’s comic. That would be sort of amazing.

Kind of excellent.

Definitely worthy of an A+ and double pats on the back.

Right?

The hit counter didn’t think so. But hey, five more people had opened the page since last night. That was something, wasn’t it?

 MM: dude why not just ask Sam to tweet out the link?

 How dare you, Miles Morales.

How dare you waltz into this place with logical thought.

GL: I can’t do that. That’s like. Idk. Inflating the views.

MM: okay yeah explain to me how appealing to the person in control of the largest part of his own fandom is inflating the views

GL: I see your logic and I’m banishing it

MM: I’m messaging him

GL: DON’T

MM: too late

MM: he says ‘gimme link’

GL: asdksjsjdks

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 @blindspot: hi I know y’all can’t get enough of me to the point of asking shockingly invasive questions and for you I say good news! Some amazing folks have gone through the trouble of making a Blindspot comic. it’s good guys check it out [link]

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 It helped.

A lot.

It helped a lot.

--

 People, on the whole, had great things to say. The panels were screenshotted and tagged and sent all over social media and even though Miles was pretending to be chill and aloof about the whole thing, Ganke could imagine him smiling big and bright and white at his phone non-stop.

Mom and Auntie saw a few of the bits on Twitter and tittered over them in the kitchen like pigeons.

The pride rose like a wave. Ganke kept waiting for the crash.

--

 It came two days later in the form of a comment that read ‘Christ, look at all this fuss. BT is fine. I hate his brother.’

It felt like someone punching the wind out of Ganke’s lungs.

He took comfort in the handful of people who leapt in to shout down the commenter. They emphasized that if the anonymous commenter didn’t like the story or the characters, then they didn’t have to read it and they, especially, didn’t have to say anything about it.

Ganke appreciated those guys. He got the feeling that a lot of the people on there knew that the whole thing had been done but a couple of kids.

Not that Anon cared.

Anon replied to all these comments ‘No, I’m gonna keep reading, thanks. Anyways, the brother is lame. The smart part is cool, but why’s it always gotta be a guy?’

The part that haunted Ganke even after he’d shut his laptop and had gone to stick his head out the window for some big breaths of cleansing air was that Anon was kind of right.

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 GL: should we have made Guotin’s brother a sister?

MM: no

GL: why not?

MM: cause BT’s always wanted a brother

 Oh.

Okay. Then it was fine?

 MM: yeah man ignore them. it’s chill.

GL: k thanks my ego is huge and fragile

MM: trust me I know

 Asshole. Fine, moving right along.

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 It didn’t stop. Anon commented on every page. Every. Single. Page.

Ganke didn’t know what to do or say. On the one hand, clearly this person was dedicated and deeply engaged with the comic, on the other hand, they needed a Rude Alert button. Ganke wondered if Ned could code one for them and them only.

The latest of their fury was directed at the big reveal in the second issue—BT’s face.

Having now met Sam, BT, Blindspot, Ganke’s whole image of him had changed.

He was not conventionally attractive as far as like, K-Pop idols and famous Chinese dudes went. His eyes were puffy and narrow and his face was round everywhere but the jaw. He leaned more towards ‘cute’ than ‘sexy,’ which Ganke sort of loved about him.

He was friendly. Stressed and grumpy and feisty as hell, yeah, but first and foremost friendly.

Miles claimed that he called it his ‘number one asset in employability.’ Which was wild because hello, Blindspot.

Obviously, BT couldn’t help his face. But Miles and Ganke could help Guotin’s.

Ganke had sent Miles about fifteen different images of Chinese celebrities and had told him to do his worst. They’d reviewed the final few drafts and had picked one that was most like a young Chen Kun. His face was more oval-shaped than BT’s. His chin and lips were slimmer but more defined. He was pretty, but not so pretty as to be called ‘feminine,’ which Ganke thought was a solid compromise between ‘handsome as sin’ and ‘looks like he’s got a quirky sense of humor.’

Anon hated him.

Anon thought that he looked like an idol, and they were not here for it.

They told ‘the artist’ to give him a mole or something, anything to make him look ‘less pristine. God, I can smell him from here and he smells like Dior and staph habitat.’

Ganke had to look up what a staph infection was. He regretted it. He asked Miles if they should censor Anon.

Miles said ‘mmmmm, idk it’s not like they aren’t saying anything that isn’t true.’

Ganke resented that. Clearly this was defamation of BT. This person hated him and was taking their feeling out on the comic.

 MM: I mean yeah but it’s not like they’re talking about the comic, man. They’re talking about the style and like, thinking about it, a mole or smth to help you tell him apart from other folks would kind of be helpful. Like, especially if we ever put him in a crowd, you know?

 HHHHHH.

Fine.

Anon could stay. But they were on thin ice.

--

 It was hard not to be bitter about Anon’s comments, especially when they arrived daily, as though Anon knew exactly what they were doing and which page they’d left off at. They couldn’t possibly be reading the comic one page at a time, this was intentional.

Ganke’s jaw hurt from all the tooth grinding he’d endured as of late.

This latest one read ‘yo, has BT ever mentioned fighting with a sword? I don’t recall him mentioning. Someone should take that thing away from him before someone loses an eye—or maybe even two.’

That felt like a pointed jibe.

That turned the churning irritation in Ganke’s gut into something much, much colder.

Did Anon know about BT’s black and blue eyes? How could they know? Was it a coincidence? It seemed to be more than a coincidence.

The pile of critiques was growing bigger and bigger, and now that Ganke thought about it, they all seemed to take issue with things that didn’t match the real Blindspot’s personality.

It was as if they knew him.

 GL: miles did you read the new comment from AnonTheAsshole?

MM: lol yeah

GL: tell me if I’m talking out my ass or whatever but like

GL: you don’t think they could be Muse, could they?

 Silence.

 MM: oh no

 Yeah. Fuck.

 MM: chances are low.

GL: they know so much tho??

MM: might be stalker? Maybe someone who’s over-invested in BT’s social media pages?

GL: maybe.

MM: hold on let me ask Spidey to screen it

GL: does he know Muse?

MM: no, but he’s paranoid and he’ll get Wade to be paranoid with him, and then they can decide whether its worth giving to DD for verification. He knows Muse.

 Ganke’s head was spinning. His fingers shook with guilt and the thought of Muse’s pale body hunched over a secret, cracked cell phone in a high security prison who knew where.

In Ganke’s head, he smiled wider and wider, until the skin on his cheeks cracked. He dug out scraps of paper and redrew Blindspot—Sam—with gaping holes for eyes and a screaming mouth and he drew dismembered corpses in black lakes and he laughed.

He just kept laughing.

 MM: hey ganke

MM: it’s going to be okay. It’s just a comic. I’m sure AnonTheAsshole is a stalker. They’re not threatening anyone.

MM: Sam can deal with a stalker. And we can too, okay?

 There was a reason that Miles was a hero. Ganke wiped at his eyes and swallowed.

 GL: okay. Thanks for doing that.

MM: 👍🏾

--

 It took a few hours because Spidey and Deadpool had lives outside of being Spidey and Deadpool, but not so long that Ganke ran out of nails to chew.

Miles messaged him back and said that Spidey had read through everything and ‘escalated it.’ This meant that whatever he’d seen had caused him enough concern to take it to DP.

Miles said that he’d get back to Ganke with DP’s verdict as soon as he had it. In the meantime, he’d run the comments by the other Spideypeople and they thought that it most likely wasn’t malevolent but was maybe something to keep an eye on in the meantime. He tacked onto all, somewhat stiltedly, that he had a weird feeling all of the sudden. The pink Spidey’s tone had changed. She’d shut down and gone cagey, which allegedly wasn’t like her at all. Then she’d told the taller guy to DM her and they’d vanished from the chat. Miles wasn’t sure what was going on there or if maybe they knew something about stuff going on that he didn’t, but he wasn’t super comfortable with it.

 GL: crossing my fingers its nothing?

MM: same man, same.

--

 DP escalated it.

Ganke couldn’t stay still in his room. There was no comfortable place to sit or stand or lay. There was nothing to do that would make him stop thinking about everything.

 MM: It’s gonna be fine, man, DD always knows what to do.

 Miles kept saying that for every step of the way, and yet here they were. Double escalated. Ganke wasn’t so sure he even knew what was happening anymore.

That was scary. Miles was supposed to be part of the in-crowd.

 MM: Wade doesn’t think it’s anything that can’t be nipped in the bud.

 That was easy for a contract assassin to say, wasn’t it?

 MM: he says that you and I are fine. Doesn’t see any links there. Waiting on DD for confirmation of tone.

 Hurry up, Daredevil. Your apprentice’s life might be about to take a nosedive into a heap of trash.

--

 Two hours. One text.

 MM: >:/

 Ganke couldn’t contain the bubble of laughter.

 GL: good news?

MM: [image]

 He opened it.

 SC: HANNAH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. STOP BEING A BITCH ON MAIN

HC: You can’t tell me what to do

SC: I CAN

HC: Mom he’s being MEAN

SC: Mom she’s scaring children online

HC: I scare children everywhere I go why are these ones special???

SC: Because I said so

HC: that doesn’t fucking work Samuel you’re not her

SC: I am your older brother

SC: your ELDEST brother

HC: YOU AINT SHIT

SC: THEY DON’T COUNT

SC: HALFSIES COUNT

 What.

 MM: so.

MM: she’s not Muse.

MM: Red’s laughing his ass off at all of us for taking this to a level three

GL: wait I don’t understand

MM: Hannah is Sam’s little sister. She’s found a new hobby in our website.

 Blindspot’s little sister was reading the comic??? Holy shit.

 GL: she hates him?

MM: no I’ve been informed that they would literally commit murder for each other but this is how they express love.

 No way. Siblings were wild.

 GL: so we’re good?

MM: [image]

  SC: apologize 🔪

HC: eat my ass

SC: apologize or else

HC: or else what? You gonna come in here and sit on me? Huh? Huh????

SC: I know your email password. All 3 you cycle through. What was his name? Uuuuuuuuuh Jing?

HC: you fucking bastard

SC: Hi Jing, it’s me, Hannah. I’ve been in mad crush with you since sophomore year. Please notice me senpai 😖

HC: Die

SC: kill me

HC: I will.

 The giggles that came this time were a mix of relief and genuine intrigue. This lady read the comic every day. She took the time to scroll through pictures of her brother being an absolute lunatic and fighting with a huge monkey. Then she hopped into that comment box and took him—not Miles, not Ganke, specifically Blindspot--down a peg.

She must miss him a lot. Ganke wondered if this was her way of keeping him in her thoughts.

 MM: I don’t think we’re getting a sorry, man. DD says Sam’s been at this all morning and has been tricked into apologizing himself twice

GL: so you’re saying that she’s an evil genius

MM: idk but she’s def Sam’s main nemesis. I always thought that older siblings got like, rights or something over younger ones, but idk anymore. Angel says this is normal.

GL: do you think she misses him?

 Miles took a long time to respond.

 MM: yeah

 Yeah, Ganke thought so, too.

 GL: should we change Guo tin’s brother’s name to ‘hamish?’

MM: ASDLDSDSFKdsjf

MM: one moment.

MM: sam says yes. Hannah says that she thinks our comic is shit and we need to draw everything uglier

GL: she’s kind of funny

MM: 👀perhaps she would like to be a consultant?

GL: 👀👀👀👀

MM: brb asking

MM: sam says no. Hannah says she’s got better things to do than proofread comics on the internet. She’s also not sorry. She wants that to be clear. DD says that the conversation has moved from English to Chinese and to maybe duck and cover for now. He says all is good tho. Thanks for checking in.

MM: Muse doesn’t use punctuation and talks in riddles, so if we get any of that, we’re supposed to send it to DP right away.

 Oh, nice. That was a relief.

 MM: oh

MM: sam wants to put us in a chat. Can I give him your number?

 Uh, only if he wanted Ganke to hyperventilate.

 GL: sure

 --

  [GL has been added to a Secure Chat]

 It was a page of characters and emojis that were somehow more menacing than Ganke had ever seen them before. Miles popped a little waving hand into the fray, as though testing the waters, but the characters just carried on scrawling around it.

Ganke wasn’t quite sure what to do.

 GL: hi? Are y’all okay?

 There was finally a pause. Then a few shorter lines of characters. And then finally, Blindspot switched from Chinese to English.

 SC: yes we’re FINE. We’re GREAT. Aren’t we, sibling from hell?

HC: who’re you? Why are you in our family chat? This is a family only zone, can’t you read?

SC: God Hannah he’s Korean don’t be a dick

HC: I can’t not be I learned it from you

SC: fair but pretend in the face of company

HC: okay fine. Hello losers.

MM: adksadfadsdfldfsldf

MM: hi

GL: hi?

SC: go on

HC: UGH

HC: fine

HC: I didn’t mean to shit talk your creation. Only my brother.

SC: also a sin, we’ll get to that later

HC: no one cares about you Samuel, stop spreading lies

SC: you first. We both know this is no lie, my white dad cares about me a whole lot

HC: well we can’t all have white dads now can we

SC: don’t be jealous

MM: lol you really call Matt your white dad??

HC: who is this person and how do they know our mutual parent’s name?

SC: this is not a mutual parent situation how many times have we been through this. He’s mine. Get your own.

MM: hi! 👋🏾I’m Bitsy! Spidey no. 4

GL: I’m his friend. He draws the comic. I write it.

HC: oh. nerd children x2

HC: anyways yeah Matt is our dad

SC: ffs

MM: he’s sort of dadly ig.

HC: ?? oho

SC: mind your face. Think about your face. Think about how much you like your face.

HC: little spider, did you not hear?

SC: kay everyone out. We’re done here

MM: hear what?

HC: lol Sammy you didn’t tell them about how Matthew Mcconaughey adopted you in all ways but paperwork?

 Ganke held his phone away from his face as far as it would go.

 MM: …wait are you for real?

SC: no. okay out.

HC: awwww Sammy so shy now. What are you embarrassed about? It’s cute.

SC: Hannah literally shut up I’m not playing

HC: damn okay sorry

MM: can I be honest?

SC: no

MM: I’m going to be anyways: I think we all sorta knew.

SC: …

HC: right?

SC: what does that even mean?

MM: idk, it just felt right, you know? You two are always fussing at each other and red lost his shit that time you got shot. He doesn’t treat you the way he treats the rest of us and we’re his teammates. He doesn’t even treat spidey like he treats you. So like, yeah. It fits.

MM: I’m really happy for you guys.

MM: is there a reason it’s a secret?

 Ganke eased himself back down onto the mattress. This was real. This was like, actual, real information. Something that he and like, four other people in the world now knew.

He kind of wanted to forget it. It didn’t feel right to know.

 SC: I dunno.

HC: if sam has an honest emotion towards anything he has to calculate its weight so he can make space for it in his collection of satellites.

MM: wh

SC: you’re so not funny.

HC: it’s called emotional repression, darling. It’s all the rage in this family.  

MM: oh

MM: so that’s why you and Red get on so well

SC: HHHHHHH

HC: HA

SC: okay but listen his is different, I’ve only seen him cry at his wedding. I cry at least 4 times a week. Obviously under the bed, but that can’t be emotional repression. That’s expression. That’s clearly expression

HC: I can make the old man cry watch me

SC: please don’t I’ll die

MM: awwwww

SC: shut up it doesn’t even matter.

MM: AWWWWWW

SC: LEAVE ALREADY

MM: no I like it here. I want to hear you talk about how much you love your white dad

SC: I don’t. He loves me. I’m fine with this because it results in food, shelter, and continued employment.

HC: uh huh

SC: I’m using him

HC: yeah because you’re like the most manipulative person I know.

SC: thank you

HC: /sarcasm

SC: I know I ignored it.

MM: so wait why do you actually pretend like you hate him tho?

SC: wh

SC: what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just go on up for a cuddle? Have you met Matt? The second someone starts crying, he finds trash to take out to the bins. Hell no. Life is easier for everyone if I stab him with a stick and he kicks my ass in training. It’s fine.

HC: Sam is learning how to be a Manly Man. This is step one.

SC: I’m plenty manly

HC: you’re what mom imagined as manly

SC: which is perfect. That’s all I need.

HC: mama’s boy

SC: must suck to suck, no one’s kid.

 Wow. Ganke had never been more glad that he didn’t have a sister.

 GL: That’s kind of cool, though.

GL: that you and DD are close like that I mean.

GL: Its different from all the other mentor/mentee superheroes we see who like, sort of hate each other.

SC: wh

SC: OH. you mean Peter and Kate. Peter doesn’t actually hate Stark, fyi. And Kate calls Hawkeye the Old bi-weekly to make sure he’s still breathing. It’s actually pretty normal.

MM: he doesn’t mean like that Sam. I mean, like those guys don’t associate with their Olds now that they’re grown up and stuff, but you and DD stick together. It’s like you’re family.

MM: and that’s super cool. Idk if Spidey would ever consider me family. I don’t think he wants that for us.

SC: I?

SC: oh shit

HC: CLARITY ON THIS FINE DAY. What was your name again, tiny spider?

MM: miles

HC: PRAISE BE TO MILES

HC: AN EMOTION WAS HAD

SC: get fucked

HC: An epiphany was obtained!

SC: would you shut up

HC: Something has finally permeated that non-porous, two-inch thick skull of my esteemed eldest brother

SC: I’m your only brother

HC: you’re not

SC: they don’t fucking count

HC: now will you FINALLY invite our mutual dad to hotpot?

SC: Hannah he doesn’t want to come to hot pot we’ve talked about this. it’s too spicy for him.

HC: I’ll make it 1/3 less spicy

SC: that’s still too spicy

HC: I’ll make it 2/5 less spicy

SC: 3/5

HC: listen

HC: I have all this fucking equipment that SOMEONE left here callously

MM: what’s hotpot?

SC: 👀

HC: 👀

GL: 👀

SC: well fuck

HC: EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

GL: have we never taken you with us for hotpot???

MM: no?? is this the sticks?

HC: can be. Where do you live?

SC: Hannah no

HC: Hannah yes. We’ll make one here. You’ll make one there.

SC: do you know how much shit I’ll have to buy? Where are we gonna put it?

HC: this wouldn’t be a problem if you’d taken your goddamn inheritance with you to SF

SC: HHHHHH

MM: you guys are actually being serious?

HC: I am. I am here all on my lonesome. Abandoned by my only kin. I require enrichment.

SC: try doing your fucking homework

HC: did anyone hear something?

MM: lololololol I like you

HC: 😊

SC: wh

SC: oh no. No no no.

SC: you two don’t get to be friends

HC: come here bb pspspspspspsps

MM: I’m here

HC: got ‘im. Let’s have hotpot. Sammy send me resippy. We’ll do it together over video so I don’t fuck it up.

SC: I’ve got to go. This has been traumatizing.

HC: byeeeeeeeeeeee

HC: is he gone? Hell yeah, he’s gone.

HC: hey thanks for making that comic thing. It’s hella rad. He loves it. Mom used to call him Monkey when he was little.

GL: omg aw

HC: ikr? P cute. He misses her a lot so I think it brought back good memories. Anyways, I’m actually going to make hotpot. Come over and have some with me, it’s more fun with more people.

MM: you’re not joking

HC: nope, it’s been ages since your whole team has gotten together, right? Ask them to do it. I’m a shit cook, but Sam’ll show us how not to screw it up. And he’s playin’, he’s totally down to hang out with us. We never had more than three people. It’ll be new. Exciting. Enriching even.

MM: are you secretly a nice person, Hannah?

HC: the fuck do you mean ‘secret’??? I’m a delight.

MM: Okay I’ll ask the team and my mom

MM: ganke?

HC: 👀

 That—

Sounded kind of nice?

 GL: I’ll ask my mom.

HC: nice. You can tell them that it’s a friends dinner or whatever. Idc. I promise I’m not going to kidnap and murder you. I’ve got like, class and work and shit. I don’t have time for that.

MM: 👍🏾

GL: 👍🏼

HC: great here I’ll message you my number. This is legit our sibs chat so Sam’ll freak if you’re still here when he gets back.

MM: thank you! And sorry for thinking you were muse!!

GL: yeah that too

HC: lol np ttyl                                    

 That…had really just happened, hadn’t it?

Ganke needed to sit down even though he was already sitting down.

 GL: they’re so nice???

MM: ikr?

GL: are you actually going to ask your mom?

MM: Im gonna ask BT if its cool first. Then yeah. Why not? Our team really hasn’t gotten together in a minute. Everyone’s been super busy. It would be a nice change of pace, and if everyone brings smth then Hannah doesn’t have to pay for anything.

MM: ah, Sam says it’s okay. He says sorry his sister is weird and that he’ll make sure she doesn’t poison us.

GL: I kind of love her

MM: same

MM: okay will check in with the others. Talk to you later.

GL: yeah see you later

 Damn, at this rate, Ganke’s family was going to triple in size, and all thanks to a comic.

Before he left for downstairs, he made a note to make Guo tin’s brother snarkier.

[the-widow-sisters]

Never Too Big

Summary: Three times that Yelena makes up an excuse to sit on her big sister's lap and one time she doesn't. Natasha just feels blessed to have her sister so close. Well, that is, when Yelena's not doing it to be irritating.

Word Count: 2416

  The first time that Yelena sat in Natasha’s lap since they were children in Ohio was one afternoon when Yelena returned from her trip to the nearest convenience store where she had gotten one of those cheap crushed ice smoothie things. Natasha had been working out and had just finished changing her clothes when she sat down in Yelena’s favorite armchair. Yelena walked through the front door shortly after she took the seat.

   “Welcome home…. Were they out of the smoothies?” Natasha questioned hopefully as she heard Yelena dropping her bag on the table. Yelena laughed humorlessly and Natasha could not help the grin that came onto her face in response to the girl.

  “Nope. The machines were full, and I got a cherry-flavored one,” Yelena responded, and Natasha’s smile dropped as she scrunched her nose in slight disgust.

  “Gross,” Natasha expressed wholeheartedly.

  “You just don’t know what tastes good,” Yelena shot back as she entered the living room, pausing immediately just in front of the armchair that Natasha was currently slumped in. Natasha shifted her gaze up to look at the blonde who was currently staring down at her.

  “That’s my seat. Move,” Yelena spoke, but Natasha could hear the slight teasing in her voice, and the redhead knew that she was just trying to mess with her.

  “No. I’m resting,” Natasha replied, closing her eyes as she sunk in more deeply in the armchair. Her muscles were aching from her particularly exerting workout earlier, and every part of her hurt too much. It made her realize that she was perhaps getting too old for this sort of effort.

  “How is your butt taking up that much space? Move over and let me sit,” Yelena informed her, and Natasha shook her head, reopening her eyes to look at Yelena in disbelief.

  “There’s a literal couch right over there,” Natasha informed her, and Yelena just raised an eyebrow as she stared at her sister with a challenge in her eyes. Natasha reciprocated the gaze with just as strong of resolve as the blonde.

  However, to Natasha’s utmost surprise, Yelena just suddenly spun around and sat down on Natasha’s legs, leaning back against Natasha’s front. Natasha huffed in surprise, and Yelena just happily sucked on her smoothie.

  “What are you doing?” Natasha asked, and Yelena shrugged.

  “Sitting in my spot.”

  “Well, it looks like you’re sitting on me,” Natasha bluntly informed her, and Yelena shifted her weight so that she was settled more heavily on Natasha. Natasha grunted with the force.

  “It feels that way, too,” Natasha added, her voice a little strained, and Yelena just wiggled so that she was more slumped against Natasha’s body and her head was resting just above Natasha’s shoulder as her rear end settled between Natasha’s legs comfortably.

  “You’re not very comfortable,” Yelena informed her, getting another swig of her drink as she flashed her honey-green eyes in Natasha’s direction. Natasha sighed deeply, a façade of aggravation on her face but her true emotions reflecting nothing of the sort.

  “Then go lay on the couch,” Natasha replied, but there was no real venom or insistence in her voice. It was mostly defeat since she knew how this was going to end. Yelena wanted to sit in that location and she definitely was not going to give in.

  Yelena just shook her head, snuggling closer to Natasha. Natasha just groaned before resting her head against Yelena’s shoulder and closing her eyes as Yelena watched the television with the sound turned down on it. She pulled her arm up and around Yelena’s waist as she pulled her back against her.

  Natasha knew her sister was just being stubborn, but Natasha was not going to let that get in the way of Natasha herself enjoying the close contact with her favorite person in the world.

  ……………………………………………………………………………………………

     The second time it happened, Natasha was trying to have an adult, civilized conversation with Clint Barton on her phone. They were facetiming because his kids had wanted to talk to their Auntie Nat, and she was much too soft-hearted toward them to turn them down, despite the fact that she did not enjoy facetiming at all.

  However, just when Clint had gotten the phone back and had started talking to Nat by himself, Yelena chose that moment to strike.

  She came up to the side of the couch where Natasha was sitting, staring at her insistently. Natasha just ignored her, continuing her conversation with Clint. She could feel Yelena’s glare more than she actually saw it, but if she focused on her peripheral vision, she could definitely see the furrowed eyebrows.

  She motioned to Yelena to tell her to give her a moment, and she could tell from the change in Yelena’s posture that this was not going to be good enough for her.

  But Natasha kept her focus on Clint. She could worry with Yelena’s drama later once she was off the phone.

  What she did not count on was the fact that Yelena was going to just plop down in her lap, squishing one of her arms that was holding the phone up which caused the phone to fall out of her hand. Natasha let out a noise of surprise, and Yelena just relaxed there, a giant smirk on her face as she eyed Natasha wickedly.

  “Clint, hang on! Yelena, what in the—”

  “I needed you to pay attention,” Yelena told her simply, and Natasha rolled her eyes.

  “Why?! What is it?!” Natasha demanded, wondering just what would warrant Yelena so rudely interrupting her and Clint’s conversation. From Yelena’s giant, cheese-eating grin, Natasha assumed that it was very likely a reason that was not worth all of the drama that Yelena had taken upon herself to create.

  “We’re out of sour cream and onion potato chips,” Yelena answered her simply before cackling. Natasha just groaned deeply, and she could hear Clint laughing from the phone’s place in the floor.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes! They’re my favorite and I needed to make sure you got them on the grocery list,”

  “It could’ve waited, though,” Natasha informed her, bending around her and grabbing the phone that had hit the floor. She was not really angry with the blonde, but she was slightly aggravated by her love of annoying the redhead.

  “No, it couldn’t have. Sour cream and onion is the best in the world and the fact that we have no more is an issue of Avenger-level importance,” Yelena declared, and Natasha sighed in slight irritation as she held the phone up so that it was above Yelena’s shoulder and facing Natasha.

  Clint was grinning widely.

  “Sounds like you need to get off the phone and go get her some potato chips,” Clint told her, and Yelena’s grin was as big as his. Natasha rolled her eyes and rested her chin on Yelena’s shoulder since it was so conveniently there to serve as a chinrest.

  “Yeah, Natashka. I’m hungry,” Yelena informed her, looking over at the older woman. Natasha shifted her gaze from the phone over to Yelena’s adoring gaze which, of course, the blonde likely did not know looked so loving when she was trying to be irritating.

  “You’re always hungry,” Natasha shot back, but her words did not possess the fire that she halfheartedly attempted to summon into them.

  “Hey, look at that, she’s got something in common with you, Barton,” Natasha added, raising an eyebrow at the man on the phone. He deflated a bit as she chuckled at his reaction.

  Yelena snuggled in a little further, making her own quip, and Natasha could not help but notice how comfortable the younger girl was in this situation.

  Of course, Natasha could not say anything since she was just as contented as the blonde.

   ……………………………………………………………………………………………

      The third time it happened, Natasha was peacefully sitting and quietly enjoying Melina’s company as the woman busied about in the kitchen and was working to serve dinner for their weird, dysfunctional little family.

  “Hello,” Yelena suddenly interrupted the atmosphere, marching through the door as if she had a definitive purpose and reason, and Melina turned her head with a slight smile.

  “Hello, dear,” Melina kindly replied, warmth in her voice as she addressed the girl. Natasha just smiled lovingly at her younger sister.

  “Hey, little one,” Natasha greeted, and Yelena narrowed her eyes as she stared at Natasha. However, there was an unhidden adoration in her gaze as she eyed the redhead. Natasha quirked an eyebrow, wondering what her younger sister was about to say to her.

  “I’ve got a bone to hack with you. I heard that you said—"

  “Pick,” Natasha interrupted, barely holding back a laugh as she relaxed in her chair, noting Melina’s disapproving glance at the slouching. Natasha was convinced that she was not slouching, but she straightened just a little to avoid Melina’s chastisement. Yelena immediately looked confused at Natasha’s interruption, and she blinked at her.

  “What?” Yelena questioned, her voice conveying her cluelessness.

  “A bone to pick. You said hack,” Natasha corrected, and Yelena narrowed her eyes. Natasha had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing at the younger girl’s expression and overall irritation with Natasha.

  “Whatever. I heard that you said I was not cute anymore,” Yelena informed her, and Natasha suddenly realized that the girl looked almost offended about the whole thing. Natasha might be slightly more worried about it if she did not remember the exact words she had uttered and knew that Yelena was blowing it way out of proportion.

  “I said you were all grown-up and not that same cute little girl anymore.”

  “SEE!!!” Yelena proclaimed accusingly, pointing her finger at Natasha, and Natasha just grinned in reply, feeling the urge to reach out and grab Yelena’s adorable chubby face that was shoved near Natasha’s own as she glared at her with that typical challenging expression.

  “I also said you’re very pretty now,” Natasha added, and Yelena just sniffed with indignation as she looked away from the redhead.

  “She doesn’t think I’m cute anymore,” Yelena announced to the room, her arms crossed, and Natasha just huffed a bit with laughter. Melina shook her head, choosing to avoid getting involved in this drama. However, judging by the barest hints of a smile on her face, she was enjoying the exchange.

  “I meant you’re just not a little girl anymore,” Natasha explained, feeling a bit of laughter bubbling up. Yelena narrowed her eyes.

   “Well, if I’m cuter as a little girl, I’ll behave like one then,” Yelena proclaimed before suddenly sitting on Natasha’s lap. Natasha huffed but wrapped her arms around Yelena’s waist to keep her in place.

  “You already behave like one. Look at the fit you just threw,” Natasha pointed out, and Yelena just leaned back so that she was squishing her shoulder against Natasha’s face in defiance. Natasha turned her head to the side, chuckling with a wide grin as she held onto the blonde.

  Natasha was beginning to think that Yelena just wanted an excuse to sit on her lap.

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      Natasha’s theory was fully confirmed when they were sleepily watching a movie, and Natasha’s eyelids were growing heavy. Yelena was right by her side, and her sister’s warmth was starting to lull her out of consciousness.

  In fact, Natasha was almost asleep when she suddenly felt a weight starting to move into her lap.

  She was dangerously close to opening her eyes in the midst of her somewhat confused and disoriented state, but she kept them shut as she waited to see what Yelena would do.

  To her surprise, Yelena wiggled her way very carefully into her lap, curling herself into a ball as she rested her head on Natasha’s shoulder in the crook of her neck. Natasha’s heart immediately melted with the girl’s touch and the love that she was obviously too worried to show while Natasha was conscious or seemed to be.

  Natasha waited a few moments longer before snaking her arms up and around Yelena. Yelena stiffened a tiny bit, frozen and almost seeming as if she were waiting on something. Natasha hummed under her breath with contentment, pressing a small kiss to Yelena’s head.

  “Mmm… Y’know, if you wanted to sit on my lap, you could’ve just done it a while ago,” Natasha informed her easily, her voice rough with sleep. She felt Yelena immediately loosen up in response to that and the blonde’s arms wrapped more tightly around Natasha as she nuzzled into the redhead’s neck.

  “You said I was not the same little girl, and we did this kind of thing when we were small,” Yelena replied in a mumble, and Natasha could feel the uncertainty coming off of her in waves. Natasha shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips.

  “Little one, you’ll never be too big to sit in my lap,”

  “I’m bigger than you,” Yelena informed her, and for once it was not even in her typical condescending, smug tone that she always took when the topic of their height was brought up. It had a significant undertone of insecurity and slight shame.

  “By one inch,” Natasha quickly replied, and Yelena chuckled a small bit before quickly falling silent.

  “Besides. I thought you said you didn’t mind touching in public.”

  “I don’t. I just worried that you would not want me sitting on you like a baby,” Yelena informed her, her accent growing thicker, and Natasha was almost sure that she was about to transition fully to Russian. It was something that the blonde always did when she was feeling insecure or was uncomfortable with something she had to say. However, the fact that they were alone must have contributed to the reason she remained speaking English.

  “I always want you close. I haven’t been able to hold you like this for over twenty years. I don’t care how old you are. I want you close to me and you don’t have to have an excuse for it,” Natasha informed her, and she could hear the small sniffle that sounded off somewhere near her neck. She could also feel the slight wetness against her skin.

  “Ya lyublyu tebya bol'she vsego ili kogo-libo,” Natasha admitted to her, and she could feel the smile pulling at Yelena’s lips. Natasha knew what it meant to the girl. It was something that Natasha herself had wanted to hear from someone for so long after she was able to escape the Red Room.

  “Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu.”