#I’m super late I already know but why did I not realize!!! I was fr blind 😔

[existingonthisplane]

Wait wait wait wait

Who was going to tell me that baby boy Will is a JORTS WEARER

How did I not realize-

[og-danny-dorito]

[ 𝕊𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 ]

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heyyy i'm back with more content :) also trying out different fonts n formats??

⚠𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤⚠️: mentions of sexual content but other than that none this shit wholesome

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𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕙𝕞𝕤: - forehead kisses are pretty regular before you meet him since it's mandatory to give him a goodnight kiss

- it's only when brahms starts demanding them AFTER he revealed himself that they probably get less frequent and thats because the forehead kisses get replaced with cheek and mouth kisses

- or sometimes full-on makeout sessions

- kissing him on his forehead is usually something he gets as a reward for doing something good like picking up after himself or helping you around the kitchen

- it becomes so normal to give him a forehead kiss after he does good that every time he completes a task he leans down/leans forward and taps his forehead so you can give him a kiss

- he just wants your love and approval don't @ him

- 10/10 needy boy

𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝: - how tf did you get up there - no seriously he's almost taller than a door how did you...? - okay well, regardless of how you reached this bitch's head your forehead kiss is most likely going to earn you a rough grip on your arm if you don't warn him - the most likely situation that this would happen is late at night when you haven't fallen asleep yet with mikey curled up to your side with your head in his chest - if it weren't for the fact that he sleeps like someone's going to attack him in his sleep you might've been able to get away with it, but the rough hand on your shoulder preventing you from moving any closer is proof of being caught - he eventually lets go and lets you kiss him because he's too tired, but he isn't too cool with intimacy that he doesn't initiate - if you've been together for a while and you do it it's cool, but your best bet is to do it while patching him up form being hurt or when he's too tired to deny you

- 8/10 you might get your throat crushed but its cool 𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟:

- i don't know how you got up there but he is WRAPPED around your finger - like he already loved you more than his undead heart could manage but when you tenderly kiss him on the forehead so casually while ya'll are just laying around or doing normal tasks? yeah mans might shut down

- nonsexual intimacy just makes his heart explode PLEASE - if you pull this shit on him you're gonna ether get attacked with kisses in turn, forced into a bearhug, or all of the above - 100/10 do it all the time please he loves it 𝔹𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕒:

- P L E A SE GIVE HIM KISSES

- give him ALL kisses he gets so upset if you don't give him at least a thousand a day

- like it's started to become a game to him. where are you gonna kiss him next? the temple? the hand? the cheek? he gets so excited just thinking about it!!! - kissing him on the forehead while bringing down some food and sweet tea while he works will make him a blubbery and squealey mess - like you love him that much that you'll just kiss and love on him whenever?!?!

- he starts doing it in turn because it makes him so happy when you do it to him. that or he starts hugging you and babbling happily whenever you're within 5 feet of each other - 1000/10 loves all affection 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 & 𝕊𝕥𝕦:

- billy pretends to hate when you do it because he's "not a fucking kid" but he starts to get upset when you give stu kisses and don't give him any like a jealous child

- stu will literally take any sort of positive contact with open arms but he makes it weird by saying "thanks mom/dad/parental figure" - billy's kinda hesitant with being affectionate since he's kinda traumatized but after a bit of warming up to it he actually kinda likes random acts of affection?

- like he has this mentality that if you're being affectionate you want sex but after he realizes that you can be intimate without getting down and dirty he ends up liking it more than he likes sexual intimacy since it means more to him

- stu will literally kiss both of you any chance he gets with no hesitations

- and he will kiss EVERYWHERE. like don't be surprised if this man just kisses the back of your neck out of nowhere okay he has no self control

- its good there are three of you because just one person wouldn't be able to handle all of the love stu has to offer

- 7/10 for billy since it needs progress but 8/10 for stu since he makes dumb jokes but means well

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟:

- he's so awkward forgive him

- no like he literally doesn't know what to do when you first do it so he just kinda stands there for a second before nodding a "thank you" and leaving the room to recuperate

- on the outside he's all but on the inside he's like - he likes it but like? doesn't know?? how to ask for more??? - you can usually tell that he wants more because he starts nudging his head into your shoulder and waiting for you to give him kisses - a better option is to give him kisses on his mask filter! it's kinda like a lip kiss but not quite, and it's wholesome enough to make him have a good mood for the rest of the day

- like he might let a few victims die faster just because you gave him mask kisses before he went out - 6/10 he's awkward as all hell

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤:

- bro,,, thomas is so sad bro

- like,,, he just doesn't feel like you really care about him a lot of the time and doesn't feel like you deserve him and it gets him down so PLEASE show him affection

- like on the outside he may seem scared of it and might push you away, just be patient with him

- thomas ESPECIALLY doesn't like his face so kissing his face and telling him he looks handsome kinda makes him want to break down in tears right there

- like bubba he loves affection, but he's more timid and nervous about asking for it

- you can usually tell that he wants your attention from his nervous glances at you across the room and his sudden close proximity when you're walking around, so just turn around and hug him every once in a while!! or give him some smooches

- he might not offer them back but he returns the sentiment by nuzzling into your neck and humming if you play with his hair

- 9/10 just because he's super hesitant but needs it regardless

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪: - y'all bacon bits cannot take one fucking thing seriously

- SKJDFN like if you give him a forehead kiss he'll try to lick your chin or push you away he's such an ass

- it's honestly just because genuine heartfelt affection brings up emotions he's not good at dealing with so he avoids it by counteracting with stupidity but whatever

- do not give him forehead kisses or you'll get your neck bitten i mean it

- 2/10 he's a dumbass

𝕍𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣:

- this man is BUILT for forehead kisses. look at that forehead. look at that sittable lap. look at those hugging arms.

- vincent will literally accept any sort of positive contact as long as you warn/ask him beforehand

- asking to kiss his forehead will earn you a shy nod, and doing so will result in a very blushy and embarrassed wax man

- FR THO like he will still get flustered and loose track of what he's doing if he thinks about it for a month after

- the fact that you kissed his face really sells it considering (like thomas) he's never liked his face

- kissing his BARE face for the first time though? oh my god he's going to start crying

- NO BUT FR SKJDFNK

- 10/10 he just,,,, loves you so much PLEASE

𝔹𝕠 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣: - c'mon now y'all really think he's gonna let you do that

- as soon as you lean in to kiss his forehead he's gonna push you away like "what are you doing" and go back to his business okay this man doesn't do intimacy

- unless he's in the safety of his room though

- if y'all are 100% alone it's okay even though he's kinda hesitant, but he's awkward and doesn't know how to return it in a way that isn't sexual

- like everyone paints him to be smooth n shit but i know for a FACT he doesn't know how to deal with genuine intimacy and it's because he's never had a healthy relationship in his life

- so you presenting that is weird and foreign and will take a lot of time for him to get used to

- 4/10 don't do that unless you're like a few months in

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖! 𝕐𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕛𝕒:

- what are you doing

- why are you doing that

- wait no don't stop-

- yeah soft intimacy is something he's still kinda getting used to. he doesn't hate it, but it still catches him off guard since he doesn't?? really know??? what to do????

- kinda just coos affectionately into your chest and holds you there for a second before placing a kiss (or like the closest he can get to one with those tusks and lack of lips) on whatever exposed area of skin is the closest but he gets an A for effort

- 9/10 doesn't know what to do but still enthusiastic!!

ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕟:

- while he PREFERS hand kisses cause he's classy, he doesn't mind forehead kisses at all

- in fact, if he's taller than you they're really common for him to give!

- if you return them he's pleasantly surprised and can't help but get all soft because of it

- 11/10 not much else to say here just a wholesome man

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[ 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. :) ]

[the-acid-pear]

Scarface was too fucking boring, didn't make it past chapter 3, but that's good, because that means Baki-Dou time 😍

Time to read the fourth book in this series! Excited to see Musashi <3

Chapter 1

COLORS

Baki please stop flexing

A FELLA SAYING THE SAME I SAID WHEN YUJIRO PULLED HIS SOB STORY, FR GO TRY SOMETHING ELSE! What happened with that whole "i don't care about fighting" eh Baki?!

Chapter 2

HOHO ALI JR???

ah no :/

HOLY FUCK is this quality bad!

He wants to taste defeat i see

TOKUGAWA PLEASE STOP SMOKING

Oh they removed the... Egg in the back of the neck, nice

God this guy's tits so fat 🥵

FINALLYYY HOW LONG SINCE WE SAW A FIGHT IN THE ARENA? A PROPER FIGHT I MEAN

Chapter 3

He doesn't even know 🐍

DON'T BRING THAT FELLA HERE RETSU KICKED HIS ASS IN TIME. RECORD

Oh i saw fanart of this scene

Baki, it's your fault that you are bored, you fucking teen

This shit boring ME

Chapter 4

Oh, goroukou is a title

I like how the prime minister is becoming a recurrent character

I thought he said babe for a sec-

That little "oh~" is a bit sus, are the old men... No, it can't be 😳😳😳

I'm fucking choking fuck

GOD ALMOST READ THAT AS JOHN CENA 😭

"yes <3"

These ppl never learn

Chapter 5

What a way to go, a la gamzee /j

This dude so weird lmao

FAHDGAHDH king

Dude he has huge round eyes tf you talking bout?

IGDUFSUEASEUURSS he's such a freakkk 😭😭😭

This is the most wtf thing Baki has pulled, remember when this was about fighters fighting? I don't know enough about science for this shit either man

Okay so their hug wasn't Tokugawa being touchy like he is, this guy is even worse, se juntaron el hambre y las ganas de comer HSHAFSFG

Chapter 6

Baki's dead

Katsumi about to kill get killed by my grandpa i see

ALSO KATSUMI OG HAIR WOOO

Katsumi bro don't be so happy over nearly killing him-

I love seeing him get better tho

Uwaadgsgsjdga 😍😳🤤 twisting my hair irl,,, 🥴

Finally Motobe remembered he was a character here 😐

FSGSHDAHDA KOSHO PLS

I LOVE that they got dark lips again

IM SORRY GOUKI HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT EVERYONE?! LTDKFsjyrd 😭

Jack's scar looks cool ngl

Retsu living the good life lmao

AND HOW DO YOU KNOW, GRANDPA?

Hana just doesn't care, smartest Baki character lmao

Idk what they talking bout but good for em <3

Cum basement

Chapter 7

SHOW US MUSASHI'S COCK

Obsessed he thought his heart was failing 😭

Dude you can just hear the heart beat of your friends/opponents just like that? 🤨

Notice Gaia in the top left 🥴

WHY CAN HE RECOGNIZE EACH OF THEIR HEARTBEATS AAHSGA

Thick 🥵

Unironically built different

Chronic back pain if you ask me, that's how I stand to relieve my agony

Did. Did you just call him a femb-

STOP SHOWING ME PANELS FROM VAGAMOND

I love John sm lmao

Mr Musashi has 2 (3?) dads

Chapter 8

HAIRY LEGS 🥴

Those things look like boobs

Bet you would know eh SHAFADB

They jerked off the mummy?

Reminds me of eye surgery

AFjshAFDGAJAHAF

Mf came out the tube ripped af 😭

Chapter 9

Everyone is so feminine lately good ol Kureha fell behind 😭

I like his bandana tho it's cute

OH HE TOO? AND HE'S NOT EVEN THAT STRONG

Fat tits 🥴

Eheojeudkshs 😖😳👉👈

JACK STOP YOU ARE BIG ENOUGH ALREADY

HOLY FUCK

You know like i understand Baki, he is at the highest he can be rn, NO ONE can defeat him, but the rest? Like c'mon y'all just beat each other up or something

Ah, the miracle of birth 😍

Chapter 10

I love how all these two do is hang out together in bars, boybosses

TF IS UP WITH THAT ICE? AHDHS

I love what they have

Hana thinking of getting his 4 limbs broken again i see

WOOO!! Nice cock Mr Musashi 😳

HANAYAMA PLEASE 😐

Chapter 11

I love those freaks

I just now I'm seeing the little scars on his cheeks from the fight with Spec ☺️

I love the fact that Musashi has hair in his legs BUT not his arms like ??? Okay king

Heated scientist moment

HOHO POGGERS 👀

Chapter 12

UTSURAARSDFAFA sibling goals

GIRLBOSS 😍

URAURUSYRSAESGA IN LOVE???

Holy shit she's amazing

Chapter 13

And his ass is very thick too 😳

Those fucking sunglasses, obsessed

Debatable, he got struck by lightning :/

HE WAXES HIS HAIR? OMFG OBSESSED

WHY IS HE WEARING THAT LMAO 😭

Nooo they censored the cock again 😔😔😔

DO IT QWEEN 💅

STOP SAYING SHE'S GONNA FUCK THE CLONE

"I'm exciteddddd" "ok."

Chapter 14

You just hate seeing a girlboss win

She truly is amaizing

Also i just realized spirits have been showing up since the first book so this isn't so crazy lol

MF HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP 😭😭😭

THE LITTLE BUBBLES AND SPARKLES... I BET HE DID 🥺

Chapter 15

WHY ARE HIS TITS SO ROUND AND FAT GODDAMN IT,,, 😳😖

Glad seeing some things never change

He looks so much like Jun

IGSITSURAURZES EPICCC

Someone question if Yujiro knew how too write obsessed,,,

Chapter 16

Goddamn it you got even older in the past 3 or so chapters bro

Mouth to mouth soul transference

OHHH

HIS EYEBROWS FELL HOW IGDUTSITDIYDIGD

Some mf got turned on by this HELP 😭

Chapter 17

I love how Yujiro and Hana are still getting ready to throw hands while this happens lol

Okay yeah that was super disrespectful honestly, guy is having a chat :/

HAHAGSJAHA obsessed

God i thought it was Hana the one grabbing some random lady for a second AFDJSJSSJS

He cute af ngl

POOR GUY MUST BE SO CONFUSED OMFG,,,

Fsr I'm surprised he can talk, like it should be obvious but in all the fanart i saw he never said a word, also, he's so damn respectful 😍

Chapter 18

Idk he was never that clever /hj

Hehehe blood

I love how John can only sit that way

The size of his balls lmao

Coward won't even fight with his dick out smh :/

God he mad cute-

Chapter 19

I MISS THE DEATH ROW FELLAS FUCKKK

Hm i think this random tiny bald man is not Tokugawa but someone that looks awfully similar to him

YEAH NO SHIT I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM, HE MUST BE SO DAMN OVERWHELMED

Apparently there was a cameo, i don't know enough about anime to know or care

Chapter 20

He's tripping balls

Tokugawa should have gone a bit slower with this poor guy, this is like a lot to process at once <:/

Nvm he's doing better than me

Oydirsusefs look at himmm

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND OMFG DIDN'T DOPPO FIGHT THIS GUY?!

SOMEONE ELSE RECOGNIZED HIM HE ISSS

Chapter 21

OHDIRAYEASURRSUURS HE DOESN'T KNOWWW FFS

Musashi be like °_°

LOOK AT THAT SMILE LMAO

He's just chilling, mentally killing this dude

Murder baby

Chapter 21

The way his eyes are drawn is so cool

YRAURSUFSIDTGA

And he jokes too! Wow I'm in love 😍

(nsfw) CAN YOU HANDLE DICK LIKE THAT TOO? 😍

WOW

I TAKE BACK THAT QUESTION

I remember a show where you would bring your own knives and swords and go thru a bunch of test, Musashi should have been one of them

Mf truly is like :]

I love how he didn't buy it

I can't wait for him to fight Yujiro 😍

Chapter 23

He truly is 😌

ATFJAIDQYSF OBSESSED

He was happy this time at least, 5 times he lost already btw

Tokugawa truly in unhateable lmao

Chapter 24

IM SORRY, HIS LEG???

Oh I forgot Musashi does that

JAGSKSGSKSGS HIS FUCKING FACE I CAN'T 😭

I miss when translators would add notes i don't want to google shit myself :/

"I'm hard as rock" /j

Chapter 25

Look how happy he issss

MUSASHI POG MUSASHI POG-

I love how Tokugawa can't believe he got it first try and it's trying to lie now sjdakdyv

This mf is actually making me insane what the actual fuck i don't know what he has but he's gonna make me act up 😳

Mf be shadow boxing too dammit /j

Baki please

Chapter 26

OLD MAN JUST WANTS A PUBLIC TO SEE THIS LMAO

Look at the size of Baki's eyes holy fuck lmao

He's gonna yeet him!

OH NOOOO

FIRST HIS DAD NOW MUSASHI, THIS GUY CANT CATCH A BREAK LMAO

Chapter 27

How little time passed? They have barely moved

Yeah you did it last book too Baki

King shit

Chapter 28

AKSGSKGSJSGS KING

I love how he only now realized

Okay no he has a point

I love how he just calls him boy

Look at that smug face

I trust Musashi but at the same time he, really should be walking around this new world alone. Now, if i were to accompany him... 🥴/j

Baki please

Chapter 29

I love how soft the artstyle suddenly got, like if done big a big brush

Yujiro you just insulted every single anime character in history

Baby Baki's just like "Ok."

I like how Yujiro looks here

AUGHHJF HE'S SO BABY 🥺

HOHO badass

Chapter 30

He died 😔

Idiot hasn't even beat he 0.5 reaction seconds lmao 🤣

HOHOOOOO?!? 👁️👁️

"my curiosity exceed my fear!!" I RESPECT THIS MAN SO MUCH??

Chapter 31

AMAIZING HONESTLY

Fighter to fighter communication

SHIT LOOK AT THE STATE OF THAT HAND

He's just gone now LMAO

I honestly don't mind Baki being weak against this, he never fought against a two handed swordman, this is new territory

Chapter 32

Oh his really tripping balls now this is why he shouldn't be alone

NVM HE'S STILL DOING BETTER THAN ME ON A DAILY BASIS, I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN FROM THIS MAN

I just now realized he's barefoot

Nice ass king

The policemen are quite nice

He's very cooperative but i can't blame the cops either

Chapter 33

Yeah no shit that must be so insane

IF YOU HADN'T DROPPED OFF SCHOOL THEN...

That's kinda funny but idk man he's right i think

He's just like :3

I love how he isn't picking up a fight out of malice but rather just instinct like, he can't understand shit that is going on

YOU ARE SO RIGHT BAKI IT ISN'T BORING FOR ME EITHER

Chapter 34

Don't you fucking dare shave him Itagaki

It's funny how it took 2 books and a half for Baki to start being a protagonist

Holy fuck did Baki add height or is Miyamoto that big?

Wow how perfect i ran out of space just now!! Having fun with this book ngl :]

[girlsbtrs]

How Being a Woman in Hardcore Helped Me Learn to Love Myself

Written by Jen Moglia. Graphic by Laura Cross. 

Since this is my first piece written for Girls Behind the Rock Show, I figured that I should introduce myself; hi, my name is Jennifer, but most people call me Jen. I live on Long Island in New York, and my favorite things include my cats, the color pink, giving gifts to my Animal Crossing villagers, and watching sports. Above all else, however, I love music.

I frequently refer to music as the love of my life. It somehow plays a role in everything that I do. I got my first iPod when I was five years old, stacked with everything from Miranda Cosgrove and Avril Lavigne to Tool and Deftones. Some of my favorite memories growing up are sitting in my pink and purple bedroom singing and dancing along to Paramore’s crushcrushcrush and Fall Out Boy’s Thnks Fr Th Mmrs on the local alternative radio station. I danced for 12 years, played cello for seven, and am currently a wannabe ukulele rockstar after buying one on impulse and starting to teach myself how to play four years ago. Even on the simplest, barely noticeable levels, music has been everywhere in my life for as long as I can remember; even now, I can’t complete a basic task without a song playing in my headphones.

Music became an even bigger part of my life when I started attending live shows. I went to my first concerts at age 10, seeing my two favorite artists - Nickelodeon boy band Big Time Rush and classic progressive rock band Rush - within one month of each other. By the time I was 15, I had been to my fair share of arena/seated shows with one or both of my parents, from Fifth Harmony to Fitz and the Tantrums to Alice in Chains. My first general admission show was seeing the Foo Fighters at Citi Field with both my mom and dad when I was 12, but my first pop-punk general admission show (yes, they’re different) came a few years later. I had the typical list of favorite bands that you would expect from a young teenager getting into alternative music: Neck Deep, Knuckle Puck, Real Friends, and State Champs. 

In late 2018, I was able to see all four of these bands for the first time, and I am a firm believer that it changed the course of my life. I met, cried-during, and eventually got the setlist for Neck Deep at Stereo Garden on Long Island in September. I sang all of “Untitled” at the barricade for Knuckle Puck at SI Hall at the Fairgrounds in Syracuse in October. I had my first minor concussion scare (yay!) before Real Friends’ set at Irving Plaza in New York City in November. Finally, I crowd surfed for the first time during State Champs’ anniversary show for The Finer Things at House of Independents in Asbury Park in December. After just a few shows, I had fallen in love with this new brand of live music that I had just been introduced too. There was something so magical to me about skin covered in sweat and Sharpie marks, feet hurting from dancing in the pit all night, and meeting strangers on line outside the venue who would become your best friends and know your deepest secrets by the end of the night.

After making some friends at all of the pop-punk shows I was going to, they started to tell me that I should get into hardcore music. I was hesitant at first - the heaviest thing I had listened to at that point was nowhere near the snippets of hardcore that my friends had played for me - but, eventually, I decided to give it a chance. I was bored and home alone with nothing to do one night over the summer of 2019 when I listened to my first hardcore album, Laugh Tracks by Knocked Loose. Immediately, I got that gut feeling that you have when you know you’ve heard one of your favorite bands for the first time. I knew that this was something special that I was meant to find at this point in my life. For the rest of the summer, I worked my way through the rest of my friends’ hardcore and hardcore-adjacent recommendations, with Cost of Living by Incendiary, Stage Four by Touche Amore, You’re Not You Anymore by Counterparts, Time & Space by Turnstile, Springtime and Blind by Fiddlehead, Smile! Aren’t You Happy by Absence of Mine, Bad to my World by Backtrack, and Reality Approaches by Harms Way being some of my favorites. By the time the next school year started, I was hooked, and I already had tickets to my first few hardcore shows in the fall.

My first hardcore show was in November 2019, seeing Knocked Loose at Webster Hall in New York City - fitting, right? They were on tour supporting their new record A Different Shade of Blue, which I had become obsessed with the minute I heard it for the first time. Although I was ridiculously scared of getting stepped on and breaking all my bones (yes, that was an actual fear of mine), I had the time of my life at that show. There was something about this newer kind of live music that prompted a cathartic release, one that I hadn’t found anywhere else before. As soon as the show was over, I was counting the days until my next one.

My love for live hardcore music (and live music and hardcore music in general) has only grown since then, and that story sort of ends there. However, I want to go back to that first hardcore band that I listened to, Knocked Loose, and the album they put out that first summer that stole my heart. I was taken by storm as soon as the first notes of A Different Shade of Blue rang through my headphones, but something was different about the third track, A Serpent’s Touch, particularly the ending; I heard a voice that sounded a little bit more like my own.

This song features Emma Boster, who does vocals for one of my favorite hardcore bands right now, Dying Wish. When I heard A Serpent’s Touch for the first time, though, I had no idea who she was. I was used to the aggressive vocal delivery of frontmen in hardcore, particularly that of Knocked Loose’s Bryan Garris, but hearing it come from her changed my perspective on a lot of things. It’s not like the song was super angry and changed its tune to be lighter once the token girl came along; in her verse, Boster sings, “I watched the venom / Overcome your spirit / Jealousy holds you now / Distorting your appearance / Bleed out.” These were lyrics that held the same intensity that the lines screamed by the men held, and they sounded just as cool coming out of her mouth. As cheesy as it sounds, it had never even occurred to me that women had a place in this new world that I had discovered. The audiences in the live videos I watched (and eventually at the shows I attended) were made up of mostly men who looked bigger and older than me. When I did start going to shows, most of the non-man population consisted of my friends and I. Emma Boster, along with so many others, began to open my eyes to the fact that a place for people like me existed in this community. It didn’t matter that I had bright red hair or liked butterflies or wore pink - I was just as much a part of this magic as the men multiple feet taller than me with tattoo-covered arms, and I belonged there just as much as they did.

As time went on and I got more involved in the genre’s music and community, I discovered more bands with women in them, and it only fueled this fire of empowerment inside of me. When I felt insecure, I’d watch live sets from Krimewatch, a hardcore band from New York City, just half an hour away from my hometown. They have multiple women as members, including their energetic badass of a vocalist, Rhylli Ogiura. Year of the Knife became one of my all-time favorites, and their bassist Madison Watkins became a serious inspiration to me; the way that she can balance killing it on stage and running the cutest, most pink apparel brand I’ve ever seen (aptly titled Candy Corpse) amazes me. Even some of the bands I’ve found more recently have had an impact on me. I started listening to Initiate last year when their EP Lavender came out, and their beautifully colorful cover art caught my eye before I had heard any of their songs. Their vocalist, Crystal Pak, is also a woman, and she’s insanely talented. Discovering this kind of representation in this new universe that I had come to feel so at home in introduced me to a world of confidence and determination that I had never known before.

When people ask me why I love hardcore so much, I often give the easy answer; “the music sounds good.” If the person allows me to ramble on for a little longer, the answer becomes much more emotional and cheesy. Hardcore taught me that speaking up for what I believe in is important, and if there’s something I’m passionate about, it’s worth shouting about. I became familiar with this when listening to one of my favorite bands ever, Incendiary (the second hardcore band I ever checked out), before quickly realizing that politics are a pretty common topic within the genre - it’s what this music was practically built on. The first time I heard their vocalist Brendan Garrone singing about police brutality and injustice on songs like Force of Neglect and Sell Your Cause, I realized that there is so much more to music than just sounding good.

However, at its core, the thing I love so much about hardcore is what it taught me about being a woman. Growing up, I was the loud girl with the personality bigger than the room who always had something to say and had a never ending supply of excitement about just about everything. As I got older, I was taught that this was not okay. People didn’t like how enthusiastic I was about everything, or that I constantly had new ideas and new discoveries I wanted to talk about. As cliche as it sounds, I felt like everyone around me was trying to dull my sparkle, especially some of the men that I was encountering on a day-to-day basis. Even when I started to come to terms with my big and bright personality, in turn also coming to terms with my own femininity, I was told that this wasn’t how girls acted. I had to pick one - I could watch Disney princess movies and wear Hello Kitty hair clips, or I could be outspoken about my beliefs; but never both. The women that I mentioned earlier, along with so, so many more, helped me unlearn these toxic mindsets. Seeing someone like Emma Boster take the stage and scream ferociously for a full set helped me see that I could be a girl and still be a powerhouse. Following Madi Watkins around on social media showed me that I could love bands like Year of the Knife and also love heart-shaped purses and wear pink from head to toe. My aggression and passion didn’t make me any less of a woman, and my femininity didn’t make me any less of a force to be reckoned with. 

So, at the end of this love letter to hardcore and the women who run it, I say this; thank you for teaching me that I don’t have to shrink myself anymore. It has made a world of a difference.

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Marinette hummed to herself as she was heading back towards the bakery, staring down at her list with an unsure gaze.

"Max is smart," she muttered to herself, "and he has good reflexes from gaming, but he gets way too into his own head. That could be a huge problem..."

Tikki poked her head out, looking around to ensure it was safe before speaking up. "How many people are you adding, Marinette? You already have half of the class on there!"

"Well, I want it to be extensive!" Marinette argued in a hushed tone. She pouted, glancing over her list once more. "...Do you think Jagged Stone would have time for a miraculous?"

"Master Fu is not going to pick Jagged Stone."

"He might," Marinette disagreed. "...He'd definitely like the superhero angle."

"Marinette!"

"I know!" She huffed, even as she sketched Jagged Stone's picture and general traits on her list, regardless of what Tikki had said. Sighing, she admitted, "I guess he would be outted in a week anyway."

A noise in the distance caught her attention. She stopped walking, gaze drawn to her school. The doors were cracked open and she could hear an occasional clinking noise.

Ah, fencing classes. She'd almost forgotten. It'd been a while since she'd tried out herself before swiftly losing the open spot to—

Marinette paused, looking down at her list thoughtfully. Tikki peered up at her, confusion written across her features.

"What is it?"

"Tikki," she began, "...what do you think about Kagami? For the list, I mean."

"Kagami?" Tikki didn't seem opposed to the suggestion, but rather surprised. "I thought you didn't like her?"

"It's not—" Marinette's cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. "It's not that I don't like her. She..." Sighing, she continued, "she was in my way of getting to Adrien."

It sounded even worse when she said it out loud. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Marinette headed up the stairs, staying out of view but where she could peek in to see what was going on. She drew a quick but recognizable Kagami on her list, mulling over what traits she knew about her and writing them down thusly.

determined

strives for perfection

never hesitates

She peeked into the school just in time see Kagami - with the red suit, there was no doubt it was her - strike her opponent and practically knock them over. Marinette winced at the poor individual before writing down merciless on the list. She was quickly realizing that some of the traits she was writing could be considered both a pro and a con, so she added a separate column for such things.

She was so focused on adding and adjusting her list that she didn't know how much time had passed. It was only once Tikki was patting at her arm that she snapped out of it.

"What?" she asked, looking down at her purse to meet Tikki's gaze.

"The class is ending," Tikki warned in a hushed whisper.

"The class—" Marinette stiffened, looking at the school, then at the sky as if to get a gauge of the time. She stood up in a rush, rifling through her bag to get it open so she could stuff her list inside.

Just as she was about to drop it in though, she froze, conflict in her eyes. She glanced back at the school doors, debating with herself, then finally dropped her list into her bag. She didn't leave, however.

"Lecture me later if this goes wrong," Marinette murmured.

Tikki tilted her head. "What do you—"

She was cut off as the doors opened fully and students started leaving. Tikki ducked her head back into the purse while Marinette stayed firmly in place, watching everyone pass by. Some people noticed her, whereas others didn't, either completely oblivious or too involved in their own conversations with each other to notice her presence.

Kagami, on the other hand, was sharp. When she exited, she turned her head to Marinette the moment she began to pass by. Marinette couldn't help going stiff, already recalling the skillful takedown of Kagami's fencing opponent earlier, but she forced herself to remain still.

Kagami looked her up and down, though it was hard to tell if she was doing so critically or not. When she met her gaze again, Kagami began, "If you're waiting for Adrien, he—"

"Oh!" Marinette shook her head. "No no. I was... actually waiting for you?"

Kagami's hardened stare turned into confused surprise, then lowered into skepticism. "Me?"

"Yes?" Marinette wished she sounded more sure of herself.

"What business do you have with me?"

Marinette chewed her bottom lip, idly toying with the bottom of her shirt. "I was hoping we could... talk?"

"Talk," Kagami echoed, drawing the word out like she was testing it on her tongue. "Is this about Adrien?"

"No," Marinette replied a bit stiffly, her nervousness briefly broken at the subject of Adrien coming up again. "I just... want to talk."

Even with the silence that followed the statement, she hoped Kagami wasn't suspicious of her. She really had no bad motives in conversing with her and could only count on it coming across. What Kagami thought of her in general was something she never particularly thought about unless they were face-to-face, so—

"Tomorrow."

Marinette blinked, then blinked again, almost forgetting what Kagami was responding to. "What?"

"Tomorrow. I'll meet with you tomorrow in the afternoon and you'll have half an hour exactly. Where do you live?"

Marinette pointed dazedly to the bakery. Kagami turned her head to look, then glanced back at her.

"I'll wait for you outside. Don't be late."

Marinette just nodded in response, surprised that this was actually happening.

They set up a proper time to meet and Kagami promptly left for her ride. Marinette just barely managed to get herself moving so as to avoid Adrien before he walked out the doors. If he happened to come out and see her while she was running off, he didn't call out to her.

Tomorrow was going to be interesting and she hoped it'd be in the good way.

~~~~~

Marinette made sure to set an alarm to ensure that she'd be outside before Kagami showed up. She kept her bag with her that had her list inside, though her hands were preoccupied by a Tom & Sabine box of sweets. She chewed her bottom lip, peeking inside the box to the various treats she made.

"Do you think the fencing theme is too... pretentious?" she asked Tikki quietly. "Or maybe she won't like that I'm early? I bet she's super punctual but does that mean she has to be exactly on time? Will she think it looks bad for her since I got here first?"

"Marinette—"

Already, Marinette could guess what Tikki was going to say. She huffed, relenting, "I guess it's too late to worry now."

Keeping an eye on her phone as time passed, Marinette proceeded to wait for Kagami. To no surprise at all, a glance up at the agreed-to time had her seeing Kagami walking her way, a neutral expression on her face.

"Marinette," she greeted.

"Uh—" Marinette hesitated, then looked down at the box. Holding it out, she greeted in return, "Hey, Kagami."

Kagami raised a brow, then glanced down at the box. Reaching out as if she'd never been handed a gift in her life, she took it and peeked inside to look at the sweets. Marinette felt relieved that Kagami's expression didn't immediately sour at the sight of them.

She did get a mouth twitch from her though and wasn't sure what to think about it.

"...Why?" Kagami asked.

"W-well, you're so passionate about fencing, so I thought—" Kagami raised a brow at her and Marinette realized that she'd misunderstood. "Oh. I mean... I wanted to apologize."

Kagami looked back at the sweets, seemingly in thought. When she finally did open her mouth to speak, she had to cut herself off as someone walked within earshot of them to go into the bakery. The front of the bakery was good for being seen, but not so much for having a private conversation. Marinette pointed awkwardly off to the side to suggest that they move. Kagami nodded and followed her accordingly.

Once they'd moved to the side door of the house, Marinette elaborated, "I feel terrible about what happened over Adrien. He took you out for ice skating and I—I ruined it, and I felt really jealous of you. I didn't mean to keep Adrien so distracted when you were just trying to have fun with him." She sighed, burying her face into her hands in embarrassment. "And you had such a great chance to spend time with him when you went to England for a whole weekend, but I ruined that too and it didn't work out for either of us. I was so sure that you'd get together that I thought it was my last chance, so..."

Kagami still seemed to be processing the apology. "And... you're sorry."

"Yeah." Marinette bowed. "I-I know it wasn't right."

"Why were you so sure that Adrien and I would get together?" Kagami asked.

Marinette stood straight, genuinely confused. "Because... you?"

Kagami blinked, now looking equally as confused as Marinette herself did.

Marinette groaned. "I'm saying that you're really skilled, and pretty, and it was easy to imagine Adrien being with you." She thought it wise not to comment on the slight pink on Kagami's cheeks. "So I knew I had to - you know - not hesitate anymore, or I'd lose him to you."

Kagami squinted, though her brows knitted more with conflict than outright annoyance. She looked back down at the box, a tentative hand reaching inside to pull out a cookie decorated with fencing-themed icing. Marinette found herself holding her breath as she watched Kagami take a bite. Any icing on Kagami's lips was efficiently (as one would expect) swiped away by her tongue.

Once she'd swallowed, her expression fell, the cookie quickly placed back inside the box which was promptly closed. "I... also have to apologize."

"It's okay!" Marinette assured. "You don't have to like them—"

"No," Kagami interrupted. "I... was jealous of you as well."

Marinette gaped at her, completely baffled. "You... really?"

"Yes. I haven't known Adrien for as long as you did, and I wasn't sure what to suspect of your clumsiness when we were all at the ice rink together. I thought that it was you that Adrien preferred, so I saw you as my competition. It was frustrating to see you hesitate and fail when I wanted us to at least be on an even playing field."

"So, that's why you told me not to—?"

Kagami nodded.

"Oh."

"Also," Kagami began, averting her gaze, "there was that boy you were with."

"Luka?" Marinette guessed, hoping that they were still talking about the ice rink.

"He's your friend, isn't he?"

"Ah—" She managed not to blush before replying, "S...something like that."

"And Adrien is your friend as well. I was upset that I could talk to him normally, yet you already had him and your other friend 'Luka'. You have other friends too, don't you?"

"Yeah?"

Kagami's gaze sharpened, lowering to the ground. "I don't. I don't have any friends at all."

"What? But, Adrien—"

"It's... different with Adrien."

Marinette knew without asking what Kagami meant by that. She also knew that Kagami wouldn't want to be pitied, but she couldn't help feeling a lot of sympathy for her.

Her next choice of action was obvious. "We can be friends, can't we?"

Kagami made eye contact, not responding but also not looking outright annoyed at the suggestion.

"I'm still learning about friendship," Marinette admitted. "I actually had to cut some people out a while ago, but I'm getting better at knowing what friends I should go for and I want to be friends with you." She wrung her hands together in her nervousness, finding it weird to ask for friendship. "Is—is that okay?"

"Yes."

"I don't know what your family is like, but—" Marinette stopped, realizing that Kagami had responded positively. "Yes?"

"Yes," Kagami repeated. "I'd like to be friends with you."

"That—" Marinette beamed, suddenly excited that everything had gone even better than she'd hoped. She rushed forward, her hands on Kagami's. "That's great!"

Kagami leaned away, eyes wide and posture rigid. Marinette noticed and pulled back, quickly calming herself. "Sorry. First friendship, too much, I get that."

"It's fine."

She was tempted to argue that it wasn't, but didn't. Kagami hadn't actually seemed bothered by it; more overwhelmed than anything else. Perhaps she'd get along with Luka and Juleka since they were more subdued?

As Marinette considered Kagami's compatibility with her current friends, she saw Kagami divert her attention to the box in hand, tilting it in her hands a few times before looking down at her bag. The box definitely wouldn't fit in the bag, but that didn't seem like the issue.

"What's wrong?"

Kagami looked back at her, eyes full of regret. "My mother, she... she would never allow these back into our house."

Marinette noted mentally that it was probably another 'Gabriel' situation and chose not to prod. It seemed too sensitive to bring up when they'd only just become friends.

"I could eat them with you?" she offered. Pointing to the park across the street, she added, "We can hang out there. She wouldn't have to know."

Kagami's followed her pointing, then smiled at her, almost in amusement. "I didn't know you were someone who broke rules so easily."

Marinette rubbed the back of her head. "Well, you know..." She grinned sheepishly, not sure whether to be embarrassed or not. She was tempted to just change the subject outright, then stiffened as something occurred to her. One hand on her bag, she used to other to wave in the park's general direction, insisting, "Ah, anyway, you go ahead. I'll catch up in a bit."

Kagami gave her a look, but apparently trusted her, merely shrugging before walking off towards the park. Marinette waited until Kagami showed no signs of potentially looking back, then reached into her back and pulled out her list.

Underneath all of the traits she'd already written for Kagami, she wrote one more.

forgiving

[taurusicorn2400]

Who is your favorite to least favorite antagonist in each twdg game/seasons?

Jesus, you making me remember names sjaksmsmd

OK favorite to least favorite here we fucking go:

S1 favorite is the St.Johns. I mean come on, cannibals??? That's like a very awesome concept, especially in the zombie apocalypse where there's already things eating people. Did you know cannibalism is technically legal, and its the murder part that makes it illegal? No? Well ya do now.

My least favorite of s1 was the stranger. Hate him. Fiesly he took my baby Clem from my man Lee. Also he's kinda shitty. Like he manipulated a 9year old with her parents. That's a bit cowardly and icky.

S2 favorite is Carver, listen he has some good potential to be an even scarier villan then he already was. And I'm the type of person who likes seeing super evil villans. Its my thing

Least favorite is s2 is uh, the Russians? Are they considered villans? Anyways yeah I didn't like them. They started shooting even after they saw there was a baby in the group. They could've killed AJ man.

S3 favorite is Joan. She like had that charm to make you trust her and then she pulled that sheet out fr under you when you least expected it. Its like she made you trust her enough to where when you realize the evil she has, its a bit too late.

S3 least favorite is badger. As I said in a previous ask he killed my baby Mari and I don't like that. Fuck badger man

S4 favorite villain is well, I guess Minnie. Like she's technically under that umbrella but I see her more as a broken girl who got taken advantaged of, and was forced to do bad things in order to survive. But since most people see her as a villan, she's my favorite. She's actually one of my favorite characters of all time. In my top five actually.

Least favorite villain in s4 is uh well, hmmmmm. Its actually between Abel and Lilly. Abel because well I just don't like himakakdmskmf, and Lilly because it don't make sense for her to be the villan. Like she took care Clem in season one so why is she basically trying to kill her now. So yeah there's that.

[yamithediaperdork]

Moving day (Harry potter)

They say that any move can be stressful and the adjustment period of living with new roommates can be hard for the first few days, even if your new roomies happen to be your older twin brothers. And not making things any easier though they of course love and support you, is that your boyfriend is coming with you for the move, and as such you had to tell them about the special arrangement. Still stories over the phone apparently didn't fully paint a picture and now Ron and Draco are waiting for the twins to stop staring and let them in. The twins themselves were wearing matching white t-shirts and blue jeans. Ron was in a loose and long sleeved black shirt and black cargo pants, and Draco took the cake. what with the pure blood ex bully being in green cover all's (with crotch snaps!) and a black t-shirt it looked like under the cover-all's. and by how swollen and BIG Draco's crotch and rear looked, the boy was easily rocking 3 nappies. "Interesting..fashion choice." George said finally. "Inner child and all that." Fred said.

Getting Draco inside Ron got his big baby of a boyfriend sat down in the living room to get to know his unca's better while Ron went and unpacked, not a easy job to do since they were making use of a magic suitcase so there was at least a few hours worth of work needed for Ron to do. If your wondering why Draco wasn't helping with the unpacking well, He was a little guy in more ways then attire and a bored/grumpy Draco trying to be 'helpful' never ended well. He could of had one of the twins help him but with it being their first time watching Draco, he figured 2 on 1 gave them a fighting chance against his bratty baby boy.

"So..Cripes..you really wear nappies huh?" Fred asked,leaning down for a closer look at the bulky seat of Draco's overall's and nappies. Draco, who had been leaning forward to get some of the baby blocks they had for him to play with gave a annoyed look as this was the 5th time Fred had asked that. deciding that those who get that close to his butt with no care about their own safety deserved what they got and scrunched up his face. George realized what was happening and started to cry out a warning. "Fred wait get back from hi-" but at last the cry came too late and indeed only made things worse. Fred's poor mouth had opened, and with the distraction from George, Draco moved his diapered rear backwards, almost in slow motion and finished his long sputtering but muffed fart on his unca's face. With the deed done and Fred on his back and gagging, George glared at Draco. "what cha do that for?" he demanded, folding his arms. "But unca George, I'm just a widdle boy and NEED my diapies, Unca Fred should of realized he was playing with fire.. or gas." Draco said, doing his best 'i'm so cute you can't stay mad at me' faces and voices. and unlike Ron who had seen them all and could resit, This was Georges first and he instantly melted. "well,m just don't let it happen again. Do you want some ice cream?" George asked Draco of course knew he wasn't suppose to have any, ice cream made him a super duper pooper..Butttt He was just a little boy and lessons had to be learned all around. Fred finally got up and like wise was about to throttle Draco but the power of the puppy look and he was de fanged as well and went to go and smash up some cookies to crumble over Draco's ice cream. '..heh..yeah. I could get used to this~' he thought.

Ron had been hard at work for a hour and came out to get a glass of juice from the fridge. he noticed Draco was nuzzled on the crotch with his brother and smiled, he was glad they were getting along and didn't wanna say anything to spoil their fun. chugging his juice down and getting a refill, Ron just happened to look in the sink and froze, seeing three dirty bowls that had clearly had ice cream in them. "Ohhhh No. No no no.." Ron said, a knot forming in his tummy. coming out of the kitchen and hurrying to look out into the living room he heard the first poot and toyed with just running before the smell reached him. cries of disgust and whimpers of pain were heard and it delayed Ron enough that he didn't escape the stink field in time and was welcomed to the truly rotten smell of a lactose intolerant like Malfoy having dairy. Nose hairs burning and eyes watering Ron sighed and headed for ground zero. Fred and George were each half out a window, Fred on the left and George on the right. Draco not surprisingly was squatting down and hunching, fists closeted and gritting his teeth. from the look of focus on his face and the sweat you'd almost swear he was doing a power up from a anime. at least till you noted the massive diaper that had forced the crotch snaps open (and Ron looked and noticed some of the buttons on the floor) Spotting Ron in the door way Draco started to cry out daddy, but it was over taken with a guttural groan as a cramp hit him. the diaper, which was already racing for his knee caps jumped in size and Ron found himself glad he hadn't taken Harry's advice and gone with muggle diapers, they'd of had a blow out by now! "D-Daddy tummy hurt!" Draco whined and whimpered, tears going down his cheeks and holding out his hands as his knees wobbled. technically Ron should of let Draco suffer, to enjoy the spoils of his win at getting ice cream and suffer butttt...that just wasn't the kinda daddy Ron was. conjuring up a clothes pin for his own nose, and a dummy with a large rubber teat that found it's way into Draco's mouth, Ron came over and hugged the stinky boy. He also once he noticed the twins were trying to escape out the windows, shut them on the twins trapping them but not hurting them. well, not hurting them till anther spell had the back of their knickers get yanked up for twin wedgies. "OWWW! Stoppp Ron knock it off!" "we'll get you back for this!" "mmmmhmmm. I'll be back to free you after I change Draco..or I can let you two go now and you can change him." Ron said, smirking. "...You know, after the first 10 seconds this feels kinda nice." Fred said. "Could do this all day." added George. "For the record you two will be changing him at some point." Ron laughed. "Now hold on.." George started. "You never warned us about him being like..THAT every time that he goes!" Fred protested. "Hmm? oh he's not. but you dipsticks let him have dairy when he's lactose intolerant. reap what you sew." "..If he knew he couldn't handle it then why did he have three bowls of it!?!" "because he's a baby duh. he just likes yummy things and doesn't think about later." A whine from behind and Ron smiled at the huffing Draco who with one last watery fart seemed to be done..and oh my. the diaper had gotten SO shit swelled that it looked like something out of a cartoon show, Draco had basically made a bean bag chair of sorts! in fact if he hadn't of just stopped pooping he might of been picked off the ground! "Jesus sweetie, you have any bones left in you?" Ron asked fascinated and semi worried at the same time. (and maybe a little pride, that was his boy who had just made a super big present.)

The only way to move him at this point was a levitation spell and Draco hated it. the damn things always made him queasy to his belly even though he'd been used to moving much faster during a quditch game. Still there was no way to change him in the house without getting the mess everywhere and his new uncles seemed to have a high enough stone way around the back of their large yard. "oh look, they have a garden back here..you can provide all the fertilizer from now on!" Daddy teased and Draco tried to glare but the cheating bastard tickled the big babies tum tum making him giggle around the paci. Sat down slowly with a loud squish and a horrible smell being released, Draco whined and held his own nose and waved a hand. "heh, yeah buddy, Stinky.":Ron chuckled then opened his diaper. stinky as it was, Draco couldn't help but giggle even in the outdoor setting as Ron turned green in the face. charming a gas mask onto his face daddy was apparently ok and Draco huffed and crossed his arms. "No fair! cheating!" was what he wanted to say, but just gibberish came out instead because he also refused to let the dummy out of his mouth.

45 minutes later (give or take a century from Ron's POV) and the little guy was all cleaned up and his 'treasure' so to speak disposed of. The twins had manage to get free by seeing what Ron had been dealing with they decided to hold back on their revenge so they wouldn't have to change Draco today. Or at least that was the plan but after carrying Draco in just his diapers (him sitting on Ron's lap, snuggling into him and looking more like a little toddler then the high school graduate he was) when Ron came out of their room, Draco was hiding behind him and still had the dummy in his mouth.  just he was sucking on it BIG time and almost giving the twins ideas. then Ron stepped out of the way and the twin's jaws dropped. If his first outfit had been shocking, and his just diapered look adorable, this look was kinda sexy and having the twins who had considered themself hetero till just seconds again were desperately trying to justify thoughts of what they wanted to do with Draco. "Boys..let me introduce the other side of your new nephew..his niece side." Ron chuckled.

Draco's cheeks were bright red, daddy had promised no sissy stuff around his brothers but said this was his punishment for being a little piggy! So now his short blond hair had a light pink bow in it, he was wearing a very short little girl party dress, complete with a bow on the back that daddy had to tie and of course was a mixture of different shades of pink. whine knee high socks were on him and a pair of black Mary janes on his feet. 'At least daddy didn't put make up on me this time." Draco sulked around his paci, waddling forward with the same bulky cloth and rubber pants he'd had before. His his Mary-janes making a clip clack sound on the floor Draco got in front of his unca's and griping the hem of his dress, curtsy and bowed his head. "so..you two think you can try this again and NOT fuck it up?" Ron asked. "I uh..I.." Fred stammered, apparently locked up in resisting the urge to fawn over the little cutie. "You know Fred, i think we could do a smash up job this time. even handle any diaper changes!" George said. "Glad to hear. no take backies." Ron said and turned to go back into Draco and his room to finish working. as he turned a low rumbling sound was heard that turned into a series of wet farts. "Uhhh Ron?" Fred squeaked out as the back of Draco's diaper ballooned out from under the dress. "No take backsies. " was all Ron said then shut the door. "...Still think letting them move in was a good idea?" "Oh shut up!"

the end

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Dragon Dancer Chapter 23: The Funfair

I had always wanted a convertible - a bright red, sporty little Mini Cooper convertible to be precise. I had dreams of zooming down the highway in my sunglasses and scarf, Jackie Kennedy style. 

I showed up in jean shorts and a cut off top. My hair was deep conditioned and braided. I was already happy just to have a reason to do my hair. So when Johann dropped the top on that red sports car he picked me up in, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Turned out it was a Qiantu K50, a fully electric Chinese model I’d never heard of, and so exclusive no one couldn’t even get it in the US without a reservation. I knew he had fancy sneakers but - Goddamn!

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Johann weaved in and out of slower traffic going way too fast, even merging at the last minute. The car had kick. He could cut someone off and be gone, the annoyed honk of the offended party coming far too late to make a difference. His expression never changed beyond a slight smile when the beat dropped on my favorite tune and I started dancing and singing the lyrics to him.

I was still dancing through the turnstiles, spinning in the main plaza of Six Flags Great America and demanding we take a selfie. I hadn’t been here since I was twelve.

“What do you want to do first?” He asked me. 

“I don’t know, Mr. VIP Tickets. How about everything and go from there? It’s not like we have to wait in line. What do you like to do?”

“The carousel.” He looked down at me with black eyes.

It was weird seeing him with the contacts. They were far more jarring to me than his golden pupils. I know why he did it. He didn’t want to walk around looking like he was straight out of Michael Jackson’s Thriller, but those were the eyes I was used to. Seeing him with normal human eyes was a startling reminder of how unusual his real eye color was.

“The carousel?!” I rolled my eyes and looked at the map.

“What’s wrong with the carousel?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little boring?”

He shrugged and I glanced up from the map.

“Nothing excites you much anymore does it, Dragonslayer?” He didn’t answer and I folded up the map. “Carousel it is!”

We started walking. “You never answered my question.” He said.

“What question?”

“What do you like to do?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter! It’s not like I’m a Star here! Just regular old me!” I giggled.

“What does Regular Old You like to do?” He wasn’t going to give in.

“Well, if you insist. I like bumper cars.”

Johann squinted, like this wasn’t what he expected. “Bumper cars?”

“Uh… what’s wrong with bumper cars?” I imitated his voice.

“Nothing.”

The last time I was here, Robbie and I spent a lot of precious time chasing each other in circles while I slammed into him. I could still hear my squeals when he slammed into me. I could see his smile, hear his laughter. 

I shook myself and jogged away. “Hurry up, slowbie!”

As soon as we got into the ride, I could feel my heart race. Nothing about this ride had changed.

“Which one?” Johann was looking at all the cars like he’d never seen this before.

“This one,” I said. “I’ll take the one over there!” I pointed all the way to the other side of the arena.

“Okay.” Johann stared with a perplexed look as I seemed to flee from him.

 I hopped into the cracking vinyl seat, giggling madly to myself and buckling up with the frayed looking belt. Another operator walked the crowd making sure we were all strapped in. I chewed my lip, preemptively pressing down the accelerator pedal.

 The operator shouted into the PA system. “Let’s get ready to RUMBLLLLLLLLE!”

My machine jolted to life like it was forty years old and could die any at minute. Sparks from the contact between the wheel at the end of the bar and the electrified ceiling sent that familiar burning smell in the air.

My eyes scanned the crowd for Johann who was driving about looking at me like he was so confused. I lost it in a fit of giggles. Let Carli show him how it was done!

I probably looked like the Wicked Witch of the West as I barreled for him slamming into his car. “Hey!” He said.

I brushed by and immediately wheeled the car around for a second go at him. “It’s called Bumper cars for a reason!”

“Ah!” I think something clicked in his mind, because he suddenly fixed his gaze on me in a way that made me want to flee. Like I had tagged him and he was it.

I had no idea what he was thinking, but if I had to wager a guess in his Cassell-addled brain this was some sort of training. I didn’t care.

We traded blows again and again. Another guy made the mistake of running into my car from behind. Johann was having none of this interference and accelerated into his car so hard the dude spun around to face the other direction!

As usual the joy was short lived. The ride ended abruptly.  “Awww!” I moaned. “These rides are never long enough…”

“Go again?” 

I met his challenging stare with one of my own. “Yeah!”

It took two more rides before I’d finally had my fill of pummeling my senior with a rickety old ride equipment. Johann had gotten the hang of things and was really hard to hit now. But it didn’t matter. So long as I got him good once. I was satisfied.

I forgot what it was like to smile this big and this much, to laugh this hard. If the day ended right there. I would have been happy. But it was just the beginning. 

By the time we got to the Carousel, the heat was already bearing down on the park. We both got a bowl of ice cream. Johann was content to people-watch on his horse while I bounced in the saddle to the music playing on the loudspeaker.

“Thanks for this.” I said, still in mid-groove.

“You’ve been working hard. Wouldn’t want you to get burnt out.” He replied.

“True.” So was this not about what happened between me and Caesar? I wondered. In case it wasn’t, I didn’t ask. “This is a vacation for you too, though.”

He shrugged. “I’m not particularly into theme parks.” 

“No?” My smile wilted. I stopped dancing. “Then… why did you invite me here?”

He must have realized he said the wrong thing. He wasn’t looking me in the eye any more. “I thought you might like it.”

“I do but… if you wanted something else… I would much rather do that. We could have literally done anything.”  I brightened.  “Hey… you like basketball. Why don’t we play the basketball game here?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to.” I interrupted.

He gave a little sigh. “Alright.”

I chewed my lip. This didn’t feel right. “Unless you don’t want to…”

“I … would rather do what makes you happy.”

I twined my fingers, lowering my eyes. “Well, someone told me that… I wasn’t being considerate of your feelings by making you my boyfriend. So… if you’re not happy doing these things… I would rather we not do them.”

My chest felt tight. “You don’t have to be my boyfriend. We can just be regular friends.”

His brow furrowed while he processed my words. “Are you… breaking up with me?”

I gave a little laugh that rapidly evaporated. “Well, if you don’t really want to be here... And this is just for that dumb star of Cassell thing then… yeah. You don’t have to be here.”

“It’s not for that. And… I’m sorry if I made it seem like I didn’t want...” He stopped, appearing confused for a moment. “It’s not like that.”

The Carousel slowed to a halt and people began to get off, but Johann and I remained frozen in place. “Then… what do you want to do?” I asked, a little quieter.

“Let me see the map.”

There was a picnic area behind the waterpark and that’s where we went. We sat down and my smile returned though his did not. 

I felt like I had ruined everything but I didn’t know what else to do. I just didn’t want to run this little show any more. “A penny for your thoughts?” I ventured, uncertain.

His response was immediate and emotionless. “I want to know who said that to you.”

“Caesar.” I chewed my lip.

He inhaled deeply through his nose and let it out slowly, something he only did when he got irritated. “You shouldn’t listen to him. He doesn’t understand that… sometimes not thinking about yourself might actually be an option.”

His expression was almost scolding as he looked at me. “At no point did I not want to do what I was doing, Meixiu. Not from the start until now.”

My lip stayed between my teeth.

“I think he was just trying to get under your skin. If he could get between us then, it would be much easier to get you on his side.” He huffed a little. “Ruthless.” He rested his elbows on the table, cracking his knuckles.

I wasn’t certain I bought that explanation, but if Caesar was really that manipulative, there was no telling if what I saw was the reality of things. “Oh… sorry…”

“Caesar is my rival for a reason. Be very careful with him.”

“Well, there’s not going to be an issue with that any more.” I said, sitting back, a smug smile on my face. “I banned him from talking to me until after Star of Cassell is over.”

“It’ll take more than that. But it is a start.” His smile returned a little more predatory this time.

“Why do I hear boss music?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He pulled out the map again.

“Don’t go easy on him.” I leaned forward on my arms. “Or I might have to get involved.”

He didn’t look up. “Can’t have that. You need focus on your studies.”

The rest of the day was much more pleasant. We did end up at the basketball game which he won handily, giving me a giant stuffed bear that I was happy to snuggle with for the rest of the afternoon. I took selfies with mascots. When we ran into a band marching down the street, I was happy to show him how well I could tootsie roll. The midsummer sun didn’t set until 9 pm which was just fine for us dragonbloods. 

Johann invited me to the Ferris wheel to watch the closing park fireworks. “You know, I always wondered why I had so much energy. It’s good to know!” I leaned out over the railing as we started to rise.

“Weird thing to wonder about.”

“Yeah well, once you get rejected by several families for it, then you start to wonder about a lot of things about yourself.” I turned to him, leaning back. “I’m super nice and polite and get along with everyone. But I didn’t have any friends. Couldn’t get adopted. It was … disheartening.”

“I know what you mean. The higher the dragon blood purity, the stronger the effect of Blood Cry. You had it worse than even I did. You were close to … your foster parents though.”

Blood Cry, that persistent feeling of loneliness and isolation hybrids felt just because they were hybrids. I covered it up with ballet, soaking in the applause and approval from teachers and audiences, but I never felt like anyone really knew me or cared at all besides Robbie and Mom. “Yeah it… makes me wonder if…” 

“If they were hybrids?”

I shrugged. “I don’t have any other explanation.”

“They spent a lot of time with you getting to know you. My father was hybrid but… I didn’t feel close to him.”

Was.  I took a deep breath and let it out. I could look out over the city and see everything. We were too far for me to see Comemnus Tower, but it must have been out there somewhere.

“Penny for your thoughts.” He’d actually placed a penny between us. 

I smiled and snatched it. Anything to keep me from thinking about that place. “I was just thinking that was how Caesar managed to get me.” I held it up. “When you’ve been rejected all your life, it’s hard to accept that someone might want to hang out with you for real.”

He jerked his chin at me. “How long did it take you to braid your hair like that?”

“Oh? Four hours? I have a lot of practice though.”

“Can I… touch it?” 

I giggled. “Sure.”

He reached over, slipping one braid through his fingers. “I didn’t realize it was so long…”

“They’re extensions!” I grinned.

“So it’s not your hair?” He looked at me with surprise.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “It is if I bought it!”

“Huh… interesting.”

As we rose up over the park, the noise from below grew fainter. I suddenly noticed music from the speakers in our car.

I see your true colors shining through…

We must have noticed at the same time. He let go of my braid and we turned away from each other to stare out opposite ends of the car.

“I listen to lectures when I braid it. So I don’t fall behind on studying. Don’t worry.” I blurted out.

“Oh uh… that’s good.”

That stupid music, putting thoughts in my head. He took me to the park to unwind. He was fine being my boyfriend for now but after this three month thing we were just going to be friends. Hopefully, by then, I could fend for myself.

“I think you were right. I was getting burnt out.” I turned back to him. “Now I can’t wait to go train again!” 

“Ah!” Johann looked immensely relieved. “Do you mind if I quiz you while we’re here?”

“Sure!” I clapped my hands excitedly. “This should have been the time we’d be video conferencing anyway!”

We spent the rest of the ride on his pop quiz, watching the fireworks. I was relaxed and happy and I felt he was too. He smiled every time I met his eyes.

We left the park right at closing, I shimmied and danced by weary parkgoers, running ahead of him and twirling. “I don’t even want to go home! What should we do next?”

He didn’t answer me so I jogged back next to him. “Johann, what should we do-”

Johann suddenly wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, making me yelp. He held up his phone and I felt myself flush as he took a picture. 

He whispered in my ear. “We’re being followed.”

I looked into the camera, into the picture he just took. At specific points in the picture were pairs of eyes. 

Crimson eyes.

My blood ran cold. 

“Hydra!”

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Unforseen Chasm (part 31)

Part 31 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2516  Warnings: arguing angst what can I say! *shrugs* Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when I started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As soon as Tony parked in the garage, the two of you sat there a moment. You were waiting on him to get out, so you didn’t startle him and make him think you were running off.

“Tell me what’s going on with Shannon,” he quietly ordered as he stared down at his lap. 

At first, you wanted to tell him to go talk to her himself, simply because you felt they needed to communicate more. But you thought best to not fuck up this chance. 

“During our fight, she absorbed some of my dark energy. I don’t know how much you know about me, or what she told you from my letters of my time on Asgard, but I didn’t have this dark energy when I was on Asgard. Being on Asgard makes me strong, and it also rejuvenates a power I was born with. I was born with the ability to charge objects or absorb energy.”

He remained quiet, listening. 

“That’s the natural, good power I have. Like Thor can control thunder and lightning, Loki can conjure, conceal, cast illusions. That’s my power… But when I was held captive, a man named Thanos possessed a mind stone. It’s what was in Loki’s scepter. That’s how we got Barton, and Selvig and all the others to do our bidding. Thanos used it on us. He mainly used it on Loki… But when he did use it on me… I started to develop these dark powers… at the time I had no idea how parasitic they were until I was locked up in the cell. I could tell something felt off in me. Like I had a virus.” 

A moment of quiet fell over the car. 

“But, anyway… Shannon. She absorbed some of that power and now… well now negative or highly intense emotional strain drains on her. She’s got too many mutations and powers and they’re feeding off her. I think my dark energy and the power she got from that empath kid at the X-Men’s place combined to make a tricky combo.”

“So… she can’t handle stress or it wears her down?” he summed up. 

You bobbed your head side to side. “Pretty much. I have certain triggers for my dark powers… her triggers are emotional strain, that’s all we really know.”

After a long time, Tony finally said an emphatic, “Thank you.” Then he got out of the car, came over to your door, and opened it. 

You got out and walked by his side to the elevator. You didn’t want to worry him by standing behind him. The two of you got in the elevator and neither of you said a word more to each other. The doors opened, he grabbed your upper arm again, and hauled you out into a wide, concrete hallway. It was short. You two approached giant doors and they slid open. 

Behind the doors lied your glass cell, sitting up a few feet from the floor, like a stage… like a circus animal were inside. Still holding onto you, he directed you towards the door on the left side of the cell. 

Loki had looked up from his place on the couch and paled. He quickly got to his feet, throwing the book in his hands down. He had no words for the sight in front of him.

The retinal scanner scanned Tony and granted him access. Your cell doors opened with the light “swoosh”, and he escorted you inside. 

“Don’t leave the cell,” he said, and it sounded more like a tired plea than anything else. With that, he turned and left. The cell doors slide shut behind him and he walked out of the room. 

Loki peered at you, concerned. “Are you alright? Did he find you at the mansion?” he asked as he slowly made his way over to you. 

You nodded. 

“Did he hurt you?” 

You shook your head. 

“Love, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me. Why didn’t Shannon bring you back, or the blue teleporter?” 

As much as you wanted to answer him, you couldn’t. So instead you began sobbing and immediately he wrapped his arms around you, soothing you. “Darling, what’s the matter?” he asked again. 

“Shannon… she’s too sick to bring me back. I asked Tony to do it.”

“He wasn’t… angry?” he wondered, pushing you away slightly to look at you. 

“Oh, no he was pissed. Beyond pissed. Livid… But… I thought I could get on his good side if I came quietly,” you informed through tears. 

“And? Did it help?”

You shook your head. “Loki… we were up for parole…”

His eyes went wide with astonishment. “We were?” 

You nodded. “But… because I left… I fucked it up. Tony isn’t letting us go anymore. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry…” Another wave of sobs rocked out of you. 

“It’s alright, darling,” he assured in a low, hushed voice, pulling you close to him once more. “You had no way of knowing they were even considering us for it.” 

Steve and Shannon had gotten to the tower first. Steve noticed how exhausted she looked on the drive back that when they got into the garage. He got out of the car and picked her up so that she wouldn’t tire herself any more than she already was.

“Steve, I’m fine. You don't have to carry me, I can walk,” she said sounding tired and looking just as much.

“Doll, you can barely keep your eyes open, I'm taking you back to your room so you can sleep,” he said about to press the button for the level for her and Tony’s bedroom.

“No! I don’t want to go there… I’d like to go back to my old floor and spend some time with Lucky only,” she said leaning into his super warmth. “You’re so warm Steve, it feels good,” she said sleepily.

He chuckled. “I’m glad I’m good for more than being a friend.” While he was carrying her with one arm, he texted Bruce with the other, hoping to get him to come check on her by the time he made it to her floor .

>> Bruce, can you bring Lucky down to Shannon’s floor? She wants to spend the rest of her day with him

<< sure thing, why isn’t she in her shared floor?

>> tony found out about Y/N being out of the cell

>> could you bring some things to check on her? she’s still looking rather sick.

<<I’ll get the things ready. see you in a bit.

They got to her floor just as Bruce was getting off the other elevator with some equipment and Lucky was right behind him. Upon seeing her in Steve’s arms though, it seemed Lucky had come to the realization that she wasn’t okay and immediately ran into her old room and got on the bed ready to be her rock and make her feel at ease.

“Thanks for meeting me, Bruce. I’m worried with everything that happened a few moments ago her health is really low,” Steve said as he laid her down and put the covers over her.

“She’s looking pretty pale but let me connect her to a heart monitor and a few other things and we’ll see what's going on. Maybe you should have Nat make her some tea and something to eat?” he suggested to the super soldier. “I’ll let you know if something is wrong. For now we should let her rest,” Bruce said while connecting the last of the equipment to her. “JARVIS, send me any alerts of her vitals drop any lower than they already are, also make sure no one is to bother her,” Bruce had said to the Al hoping that this would help her regain her strength.

She had her eyes closed but could still hear everything. “JARVIS, lock the doors when they leave please. I don’t want anyone to come in besides these two and Nat,” she requested. Her voice was very low but the Al was able to hear it all. 

“Of course, Ms. Shannon. Dr. Banner, I’ll be sure to alert you of any sudden changes,” he replied to her request and Banner’s as well.

By the time that Tony and you had made it back to the tower there had been little change in her health. Although there were no more dips in the charts, they also weren’t at their normal point, which had the others worrying. 

Tony walked into the common area and Nat was the first to catch a glimpse of him.

“Finally back I see. Took you long enough,” she said with anger laced in her words. 

“Not now, Romanoff. Have you seen Shannon?” he asked passing his hands through his hair. “I need to talk to her.”

“Oh now you wanna talk to her? What about when you went to the mansion and wouldn’t hear a thing she said?” she scoffed. “I’m not tell you anything, Stark. For a genius you sure are an idiot.” She shook her head, walking away. 

He huffed and headed to their shared room hoping to find her there and talk things through. Lately, it felt like there’d been a lack of communication between the two of them and it started to put a strain in the relationship. He loved her with every part of his soul but he couldn’t believe all of the things that she’d been doing behind his back.

He reached the door hoping to hear her making noise but when he didn’t hear anything at all he assumed she was asleep and entered quietly. Turning around from closing the door he was met by an empty room. “JARVIS, where’s Shannon?” was all he asked the Al.

“She is in her old bedroom with Lucky.” 

“Thank you. I’ll be down to see her.” He went to his closet and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. 

“Sir, she has requested that only Dr. Banner, Captain Rogers, and Ms. Romanoff be allowed to enter the room.”

“Well I’m still going down there…” sounding a little hurt that she didn’t want him to go in the room

“Dr. Banner has also requested she be left alone to rest. Her vitals seem to be low and have not had any positive changes shown,” the Al responded

“Just open the door for me when I get there… please. I need to talk to her and apologize for not giving her a chance to explain things.”

“Sir, I would suggest against trying to enter. She’s said that if anyone else is allowed in she would personally remove my chip from the system and replace it with FRIDAY.”

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t,” was all he said and made his way to the elevator.

Shannon had fallen asleep after being in her old room for some time and had talked with Lucky, even though he couldn’t reply, she felt a huge relief getting everything off her chest. They were both currently cuddled up watching some of her favorite movies. She was very slowly regaining her energy but her strength still seemed to be weak.

“Ms. Shannon, Mr. Stark is on his way down here to speak with you, I’ve advised him not to but he insists on coming down here. Shall I electrify the doorknob?” Jarvis asked her.

“No, Jarvis, don’t do that. Just don’t let him enter my room through either door,” she replied hoping that Tony would get the hint and leave her alone. As hurt as she made him, she was equally hurt that he wouldn’t even stop to hear the explanation she wanted to give him.

“Alright, Miss.”

“Hey, honey, can I come in so we can talk?”

“Go away, Tony. I don’t want to talk, not after the way you treated my words as if they were a bunch of lies.” 

He slumped his shoulders. “I know I messed up. Please open the door so we can talk about this…”

“What’s there to discuss? You didn’t want to hear what I had to say back at the mansion so why should I believe that you wanna hear what I have to say now?”

Leaning his head on the door, Tony replied, “Listen, I know I’m an idiot for not letting you speak and that I let my anger get to me but seeing you in that bed, pale and seeing her right next to you just pissed me off. I thought she had done something to you and I hadn’t been there to stop her again.”

“Oh, Tony you know that she’d never hurt me…”

“That’s the thing! I don’t know if she will or if she won’t. I haven’t seen her in so long that the person I met when she came back was a stranger,” he admitted wishing that your words would stop repeating in his head about him still loving you and missing his old friend. It was true but he’d never admit to it. “Baby, please let me in. I hate that we’re like this. When did things go wrong?” he asked through the door.

“We’ve both been so busy with our own things that we barely got any time to ourselves,” she replied while looking down at her hands. “JARVIS, let him into the room please.”

Tony’s head was leaning against the door and his hand on the doorknob, hoping to be let in, when he heard the faint click of the lock he knew he’d gotten the chance to enter the room. He saw that she still looked tired and was still pale and he felt guilty knowing that his anger had been the cause that triggered her to be like this. He made his way to the bed but Lucky stopped him from going further, baring his teeth as to protect her from him. His heart broke a little more seeing that their dog wouldn’t let him anywhere close to her.

“I’m sorry, Shannon. I never meant to hurt you like I did and I didn’t want you to get worse.” He couldn’t meet her eyes, fearing that he’d see pain or sadness. “I just want what’s best for you and I keep forgetting that you’re a strong woman who can make her own choices.” He looked up with sincerity in his eyes.

“I love that you want to protect me, but I’m not a child anymore. I’m a skilled assassin working with the Avengers.” She looked at him. “Some things will always be out of your reach and this situation is one of them.”

Things had taken a turn for the worse as they had ended up arguing the rest of the time, Bruce had to rush down and stabilize her. Tony was rushed out of the room but once everything was cleared he was allowed back in. Both of them settled to not discuss anything further and had spent the night in each other’s arms and with Lucky sleeping at their feet, that night would be one of the best night’s sleep that either of them have had in a long time.

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Giftless

TITLE: Giftless CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 24/50

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die.  Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

Loki woke you fairly early the next morning. Your cat ears were gone and he was back to his male form. They’d both gone back before you’d gone to bed that night.  

“Wake up, darling. I have a surprised planned,” he told you gently as he shook you awake. You opened your eyes and smiled up at him.

“What kind of surprise?” you asked, too curious for your own good.

“The kind that is a surprise,” he replied dryly. You laughed and climbed out of bed. “Allow me,” he told you warmly. He took your hand and with a shimmer of green magic, you were suddenly wearing a dress that could have worked as a Sigyn cosplay. The dress was floor length and beautiful.  It wasn’t quite her dress from the move, but it was very close. You wondered why you needed a cosplay outfit for this outing, but Loki wasn’t sharing.  

Loki kept hold of your hand and you realized that he was wearing a tunic and leggings, clothes that could have come from the movie too, but more casual than the battle leathers. He opened a spellbook in front of him and rattled off the spell. You saw the effort it took him, so you knew it was major magic. A swirling green portal appeared in front of you when he had finished. Loki laughed in delight and looked immensely proud of himself.  He took your hand again and half led, half pulled you through the portal.

You stepped through the portal

And into his bedroom. 

That was a disappointment.

“Loki… you can teleport us from your room to yours,” it was just across the hall after all. “You don’t need a big, draining magic for that,” you reminded him. He could be careless with his magic, but usually not this careless.  Not to use major magic just to teleport across the hall.

Loki laughed, the sound full of true joy. He was so excited and full of mirth. “Not this bedroom, darling,” he told you warmly. “You did a good job with it, but look closer,” he gestured to the window, as if the answer laid there. You took the couple of steps over to it and looked outside to a city with three moons over it.

“We’re on Asgard?” you asked, surprised. You didn’t know he had the power to get you all the way to Asgard.  You thought only Heimdall had that ability with the giant sword and the Bifrost. Loki inclined his head with a proud grin. “I thought you were banished?”

“I said that banished was the closest word for it. I am allowed to visit home,” he replied warmly. “It just took awhile to find the correct spell for it.  I could have asked Heimdall, but I hate relying on him,”

“You did clear this with everyone on Earth, right?” you asked him, warily.  You didn’t want him in trouble.  Especially with Tony.  Tony would kill him if he took you off world, even if you were technically of age now. 

“Of course. Now, come, I would like for you to meet my family, though of course you know my idiot brother already,” He offered you his arm with a warm smile. He was so excited to be home, you could see it in his eyes.  You laid your hand on his arm and let him lead you from his suite.  He had a whole suite, not just a bedroom, you realized. 

When he was living on Earth, it was sometimes hard to remember that he was a prince.  It wasn’t hard to remember now.

You walked down the halls of the palace on Loki’s arm. Servants bowed to you, murmuring polite greetings to Loki as you walked by. It was so strange. You weren’t used to being bowed to, even if you knew they were only really bowing to Loki.

Loki led you to a cozy dining room in what he said was the family wing of the palace. When you entered, you recognized his parents, Thor, and Thor’s wife Lady Sif, at once.  The movies had portrayed Odin, Frigga, and Sif fairly accurately, and Loki had shown you an illusion of them once before.  Plus you’d lived with Thor when he was at the tower. He wasn’t around much lately, as he had duties on Asgard with being official heir.  

That didn’t make you any less terrified to have breakfast with them.  Especially since you weren’t expecting to have breakfast with the royal family of Asgard that morning.

Hell, you hadn’t expected to be in Asgard that morning.  

Loki’s family looked up when you entered and it took every single ounce of willpower you possessed to not hide behind Loki. Frigga was the first one to move. She stood gracefully and rushed over to Loki with a speed that would be unseemly for a queen.  “Loki! You came home!” she exclaimed, hugging him around the neck. “How are you dear? How is your journey going? Have you been eating?” she asked all the questions you expected a mother who hadn’t seen her son in awhile to demand.  Especially a son who was so far from home.

You took a step back, letting them have their moment while Loki reassured her that everything was going well. That he was eating, and happy, that everything was going well with the team. He was making friends and making his way in the realms, as was his duty to the throne.  

Frigga finally looked over at you. “I’m sorry, dear. It has just been so long since we last saw Loki,” she told you with a warm, gentle motherly smile. “I am Frigga, queen of Asgard, it is a pleasure to meet you,”

You desperately wished Loki had prepared for you to meet his parents. Especially since his parents were the King and Queen of the fucking realm.  “Mother, I would like to introduce Lady Y/N Stark.  She does me the honor of being my Kærasta,” you heard the word translated as ‘girlfriend, love, dear one’ in your mind when Loki spoke it.

“It is a pleasure to you meet you, ma’am,” you replied politely, hoping it was polite enough. You were way out of your element talking to royalty. 

Though the moment Loki had said Kærasta, Frigga’s focus had turned from royalty meeting a foreign visitor, to mother grilling her son’s girlfriend.  She grilled you on every detail of your life and your time with Loki.  It was a long time of grilling and Loki eventually had to save you.

You spent the entire long weekend on Asgard. He showed you all of his favorite sites, especially the library and gardens. There were feasts and introductions to all of his friends and family. Lady Sif even showed you some new dagger tricks when she found out Loki had been teaching you. 

There was a huge farewell feast the night you had to leave. You knew it was bittersweet for Loki.

“We can come visit again,” you reminded him gently when you caught his mood. 

He nodded, though looked sad. “However, for today, we must return you back to your home. There is still school tomorrow,” he reminded you. 

You groaned. “I didn’t get any of my homework done,” you whined at him. You hadn’t been able to plan ahead for the trip, so you hadn’t done your homework.

Loki laughed. “Do not worry about that. I completely it for you before we left,” he told you warmly.

“I shouldn’t accept that, but I’m not going to complain.”

Loki opened the portal back to Earth and you stepped through into your sittingroom. You were both laughing until we saw that Fury and Tony were waiting on your couch for you. Neither of them looked happy. The portal snapped shut behind you. “You two are in so much trouble,” Fury growled. 

Loki held up his hands in surrender. “Place all of the blame on me,” he insisted. “Lady Y/N did not know that this trip was not authorized,” he told them.

“You lied to me?” you demanded incredulously. You had specifically asked him if it was approved or not.  You hadn’t wanted him to get in trouble.

“I had to, darling. You cannot be blamed if you did not know. I wanted to take you on the trip and knew that it would never be approved,”

“Your damn right it wasn’t approved,” Fury yelled, standing to face down Loki. “I don’t care if you are an adult. You’re grounded for this stunt. You can’t take a girl under our protection off world without permission!” Fury rarely had to punish the supers under his command. Usually it was extra chores or training for being late, or losing control of their powers or something. Never for deliberate disobedience. “You come with me,” Fury grabbed Loki by the arm and dragged him from the room to hash out his punishment.  Loki went willingly, he’d expected to be punished for this stunt.  

Tony jumped up from the couch and pulled you into a tight hug before you could run after Loki to protect him from Fury. “Kat, I was so worried about you. All we had was a note from Loki saying you went on a long weekend trip to Asgard,”

“It was amazing, Uncle Tony!” you told him, gushing about how awesome and palace was and how much fun you’d had with Loki’s family.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Can’t you even be a little sorry you left with no notice?  You’re my responsibility, kid,” he reminded you.  Your parents had left you in his care in their will so you hadn’t had to go to foster care.

“I’m sorry I worried you,” you finally admitted.  You didn’t want to scare him.

“You’re such an imp,” he growled at you. “At least he made sure that you stay out of trouble for this,” he sighed. “It’s late. Get some sleep,” 

He left your room, but you weren’t actually going to sleep until you found out what happened to Loki. So you changed into your pajamas and waited for him in your sittingroom. He came back up a couple hours later in his typical pajamas of black pajama pants and a green t-shirt. His wrists were shackled again.

“Fury is quite upset with me it seems,” he grinned at you as you let him in to your room.

“Loki,” you worried over his wrists and the unfair punishment.  You were 18.  You were allowed to go on trips with your boyfriend.  Though apparently Fury disagreed when you were a ward of the Avengers and he hadn’t been told of the trip.  Control freak.

“I’m fine, love. This will blow over and he will remember that I am more useful to him with magic than without,”

It didn’t blow over for a month. The only real effect was that you and Loki couldn’t go out on dates. You spent a lot of time watching movies inside the tower instead. Loki was still your guard in the evenings. You felt like you were the one who was punished more, since you had to have Nat come with you to all of your classes, and couldn’t talk magically to Loki during them. It made Loki’s life more difficult when he couldn’t use magic openly, but he still had a little, even through all of the blocks the chains put on him. It stopped him from carrying you to bed, but didn’t stop the kisses, or from him waking you from nightmares with his ice cold hands. 

Fury did finally remember that Loki was more useful when he was on patrol and set him free on probation. You were left alone for a few nights, but Loki somehow wormed his way back onto being assigned as your guard. His silver tongue was very useful against Fury, it seemed.

Though the most worrying thing was that you found that Loki’s nightmares and visions of you dying hadn’t dissipated when you heard him scream your name one night, tossing and turning in his bed.

[viridian-angel]

Storm Chaser [Chapter 1]

Series: Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Genre: Shonen/Shoujo

Characters: Original [Rights reserved]

Wordcount: 3,067

[ Prologue ]

What makes a storm scary?

Sara felt sick– like they were rocks in her stomach, as her father’s boat rocked shakily back and forth on the raging sea. Both she and her father knew better to go out on business on a night like this, but their clients had offered them more money than they’d know what to do with just to go out in it.

Why…?‌ Well, they were told not to ask. It was more convenient not to ask. They just wanted to out into the middle of the ocean for an hour or two.

Just an hour, or two, they said.

But when the sirens and lights approached in the distance, they wanted to go out further. For just a little longer, for more money. Even more money. Sara protested, but the family business was sinking and she had no real right to complain the more the digits of what was being offered went up.

She had been offered one wish by some mythical looking pest before– she could’ve simply gotten the money that way, but it seemed like a greedy waste of a wish to ask for money in exchange for… whatever it was they wanted in return.

Now, here, she wished she had taken that offer.

“Dad, I‌ really think we should find somewhere to dock. The thunder is following the lightning too close at this point, the storm’s only going to get worse fr–”

“Shut up, you bitch!”‌ one of the “clients” barked, abruptly cutting her off. “You’re already this far deep, just chill out another fucking hour!”‌

Sara’s father glared at him, earning an apologetic look from the second client sitting beside him. The man cleared his throat, speaking far more politely than the one next to him. “He’s very worked up, and rude, but I have to politely second my friend’s statement. Just another hour, and we’ll be out of your hands, and you’ll be much, much richer.”

Sara looked from them to her father, shaking her head. “We don’t have another hour in this weather. This isn’t some huge ship, it’s just a little boat meant for fishing. I don’t know exactly what you’re up to, and I don’t want to know at this point, but you’re taking a bigger risk being out here than simply letting us dock somewhere discreet.”

“JUST‌ SHUT–”‌ the ruder one started, but immediately cut off and startled by a lightning strike a bit too close for comfort out in the ocean.

The silver-haired girl blinked a few times and pointed outwards toward the strikes and flashes, emphasizing her point. “This is exactly what I’m talking about!‌ We’re in a little boat, with metal sticking out of it, in the middle of nowhere– the sea’s getting choppier and choppier, and pretty soon, we’re going to capsize. This as much your safety as it is ours, and you need to recognize this!”

She turned to her father, staring at him pleadingly. “Come on, this isn’t worth it. Dad, let’s go home. Please.”‌

He nodded, giving her a sympathetic look back. “Yeah, you’re right, Sara… sorry guys, we’re going to have to turn back. I‌ can’t risk going out further in this thing anyway, it isn’t meant for super deep ocean water in the first place. I’ll drop you off against the closest coastline, how about–”

He was interrupted by the sound of a gun being cocked while he turned towards the wheel, freezing in place.

The “polite” one calmly held a beretta pointed in his direction, shaking his head. “I‌ hate to do this, but you’re hardly leaving us a choice in this matter. Take the boat out farther, Mr. Reighs.”

“You aren’t listening to either of us. This boat doesn’t stand any chance i–”

A shot fired off into the air as the man instead pointed the gun at Sara. “We heard both of you. I’m telling you that you’re going to take us out further, or we’ll dump the two of you out and take ourselves further.”

Both Sara and her father stared at them in shock, then at each other.

He gave her a forlorn look, then turned back around to start taking the boat out further.

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Is it the flooding rains?‌ The destructive lightning?‌ Or the cacophony that follows them both, pounding so hard you can’t feel your heart-beat?

Sara screamed as the boat rocked violently back and forth, not even her years of being on the boat steeling her for this. It flung her against one of the steel rails, hitting her in the stomach and ejecting the air from her lungs. She sputtered and wheezed, bracing herself against it as tightly as she could just to prevent herself from toppling over. The overwhelming smell of the salty sea filled her nostrils as she inhaled to get her breath back, turning herself around just enough to watch the rest of the boat.

The two that had gotten them into this mess in the first place tumbled around helplessly, each effort to get up foiled by slipping on the seawater coating the ship. The beretta slipped out of the calm one’s grip, bouncing around the deck uselessly. Sara dropped to the ground and grabbed for it, only to be met by the thuggish client kicking at her hand as hard as he could manage from his prone position. She let out a cry of pain, her hand reeling back from the blow; the ship tilted harshly to the left again, causing her to slide up against the railing while laying down, earning another crushing blow– to her ribs this time. Sara wheezed, realizing that something had just broken inside of her.

Nonetheless, she struggled to her feet, knees wobbling from the effort, and clutching her chest. The thuggish one managed to finally right himself using the railing, glaring at her as the beretta uselessly tumbled into the ocean.

“You should’ve just fucking listened!”‌ she screamed over the howling wind. “If anyone of us dies, it’s on you!”

“Oh, can it, bitch, you could’ve just said no and walked away from the money!”‌ he shouted back.

“The deal way a mile or two, not driving straight out into the goddamned ocean you idiot!‌”

Her father looked back, desperately wanting to come out to help her, but knowing that the second he stopped fighting the waves with his steering the whole thing would capsize. He was relegated to steering the best he could, desperately trying to turn to escape the storm.

“Shut up, just fucking shut up!”‌ the thug screamed, rushing at her the second the boat stilled, striking her across the face with his fist. She winced and tilted her head to accommodate the blow, dangerously leaning back against the railing to give herself enough room to throw a heavy upwards swing back at him from her position. It collided with his chin, knocking him a solid foot back from his body automatically recoiling from the blow.

“I’m on this boat for a reason, you son of a bitch…” she murmured, wiping the blood leaking from the corner of her lip with the back of her hand. Sara tore off the outer jacket that was just soggy and weighing her down at this point, exposing her muscular build and thick arms in the thin tank-top she was wearing underneath. “Don’t think you can’t get away with this shit just because I’m a girl.”

He laughed mockingly at her, spitting out blood as he righted himself with the railing opposite her. “Yeah, you’re some girl. More man than a girl, though!”

“Certainly more man than you,”‌ she growled, adopting a boxing stance as he lunged at her again. This time she weaved to the side, letting the punch uselessly whiff past her shoulder– and using the momentum from her own body’s motion to rotate her torso up, carrying her fist along with it– directly into this abdomen with a crushing amount of force. He wheezed outward, the breath catching in his throat. She didn’t waste a moment to toy with him, letting out an intimidating howl, shoving him back with her arm just enough to allow the full weight of her arms to crash into the sides of his face as she unleashed hook after hook into the sides of his face, letting the momentum of each one carry her into the next.

Her blows only stopped when she felt his accomplice reach for her leg, pushing the thuggish one down now that he was barely conscious, and stomping at the hand reaching for her.

He yanked his hand back quickly, retreating on his hands and knees to the cabin with her father. He lept up to his feet in the safe confines of the mostly dry room, pulling out a second, smaller gun from his boot and pointing it at Sara’s father.

“Okay, okay, now let’s just all be calm and civil,”‌ he said, a smug grin creeping onto his face. “No need to escalate this any more than it has–”

Abruptly, lightning struck right next to the boat. Shaking everything around them, and absolutely deafening.

Just as abrupt and deafening as the gunshot fired off directly through her father’s heart.

She stood in shock as he collapsed, lifeless before he even touched the ground.

The man who shot him looked panicked as if he didn’t mean to– whether he did or not, at this point, was entirely irrelevant.

Sara let out a piercing scream, her vision turning completely red with rage. She ran towards the cabin, earning a gunshot through the shoulder as she tried to make her way in there. As if she were possessed, she continued forward, use of one of her arms be damned. The second shot he fired missed, the third hitting her in the thigh far too late. Sara had already rushed into him, her usable arm swinging at him wildly. Her fist rapidly jabbed into his face, the repeated, bloodthirsty blows dispatching him quickly as the gun fell from his hands.

Out of the picture for now.

She looked to her father’s body, dropping to her knees as the pain caught up to her brain. She winced and sobbed, the sound of the rain completely drowning her out. Without anyone steering the boat, however, it started to tilt and shake far more violently.

A voice in the back of her head screamed for her to get up. She knew she had to because if she didn’t now, there was no way she was going to make it out of this alive. She knew this, even if it meant pulling herself away from her father’s body with barely even a second to grieve.

Sara tried to stand, but the wound in her thigh was far too painful. The best she could do was lift herself enough on one leg to reach the wheel, and use her only functional arm to try to work against the storm.

Even with all the strength, she had left, every ounce of power she tried to work through her body, it still wasn’t enough.

Then, Kyubey appeared in front of the wheel, having picked the most opportune moment. “Hello, Sara. Seems you’re in trouble.”

“Now’s not the time, you rat!” she shouted, straining to hold on to the wheel as the boat continued to violently rock to and fro against the increasingly powerful waves.

“I‌ feel now’s the best time. It appears you’re about to die.”

She didn’t even bother giving that statement a response, besides a low growl of pain.

“You can make any wish you want with me– you could easily get away from all of this. You just need to say the word.” Kyubey continued, staring unblinkingly at her.

“Fine, you god-damn pest…” she weakly groaned, light-headed as more and more blood left her body. She lifted herself up as much as she could manage, staring right back at it.

“Let me control this storm, and tame this sea!‌ I’ll make your damned contract!”‌ she shouted, feeling something intangible leave her body the moment the words left her lips.

“As you wish, Sara.”

Lightning began to violently assault the sea around them, crashing down against the water every other second. She cried out and covered her ears, falling to the ground with nothing to support her.

She could hear the man next to her she had thought to have knocked unconscious being violently awoken by the cacophony, but there was nothing she could do. It was like every bit of will had been sapped from her body, and she couldn’t understand why.

“You… crazy, bitch…”‌ he groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He picked up his gun, sneering at her down the sights.

Suddenly, a stray bolt crashed through the cabin and struck Sara directly in the back, forcing a scream of pain out of her. The man dropped the gun again to cover his ears, completely shell-shocked from the deafening noise and heat from the proximity to it.

Despite every nerve in her body screaming at her, a billion volts of electricity cascading in her body, she felt the will to move surging back into her body alongside it. Whatever pain she felt before was completely wiped away in place of this new searing hell.‌

Nonetheless, she started to rise to her feet. Her skin crackled with arcing bolts of electricity, her eyes aglow with a chaotically flickering white light. Those same eyes turned to the man beside her, filled with a sorrowful rage.

“What the hell– what the hell are you?!”‌ he screamed at her, scrambling to grab his gun again. A stray bolt from her body struck his hand, making him yank in back to his body in startled pain.

She moved toward him with purpose, grabbing onto his head and lifting him off his feet with a newfound strength.

“Carry that question with you to hell.”‌ she said, her voice coming out as a distorted roar. Tears streamed down her face as another bolt of lightning cracked into her back, circuiting through her body directly into his.

There was a short scream, but that amount of electricity almost immediately fried the man’s nervous system and stopped his heart. She continued to hold his lifeless, twitching body in her hand– she derived no pleasure from it but felt no remorse in return. She walked out of the cabin with him in her hand, tossing him like a doll into the open sea.

His friend was rising to his feet, looking on in horror.

She turned her head to him, her expression devoid of any discernible emotion as the pouring rain masked her tears. Even without her saying a word, the thug started to back up, every thought in his mind consumed by the overwhelming to get away– but there was nowhere left to go. Not out here, in the middle of the sea.

“S-Sto– this isn’t–” he stammered, desperately searching for any words that wouldn’t lead to his death.

“You made this grave for yourself. It’s time for you to lie in it.” Sara stated, her voice overpowering the storm itself.

A surge of seawater rose from behind her, soaring above her and crashing like a truck into his body. The sound of broken bones and a frightened scream was muffled by the water, as the uncaring, unfeeling sea swallowed him whole.

Sara stood there, silent. The sea began to calm, the storm bending to her will.

What she felt she had to do was done. In a matter of minutes, vengeance was hers. She thought it might make her feel better, but there was still a hole in her heart that their deaths didn’t fill.

She walked into the cabin, staring at her father’s lifeless body. The girl got on her knees, lifting him enough to hold him close to her. There was hardly any warmth left now.

“I’m sorry, dad….” she muttered quietly. “If you’re still watching me from somewhere… tell mom that I’ll be alright. I promise I’ll look after myself, so…” Sara continued, clutching his body tighter. “… you guys don’t need to worry about me anymore.”

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Sara stood at the grave of her mother, now side by side to a grave made in rocks and flowers. They didn’t have the money for a big funeral or even enough for a coffin and headstone. Any money the two criminals promised them either never existed or had been lost in the struggle.

Even if they did, there was no way to police would’ve believed her if she told them what happened. Her father’s death had to be a secret now. An unmarked grave next to her mother’s was the best she could do for him.

It hurt, but it’s what she needed to do if she wanted to keep moving.

Kyubey had informed her of her new duties while she was digging the grave late last night. It was clear that this would be the thing to occupy most of her time.

She sold the family house to a group of yakuza since legally putting it for sale was out of the question without her father around. It was enough money to get a decent apartment for a long while, but not much else. Having money for food and a place to stay was all she needed. School was out of the question at this point.

“You know, I’ve never seen such powerful magic manifest itself in an untransformed state before. Not many girls simply wish for power… the effects are certainly impressive.” Kyubey stated, sitting atop the grave of Sara’s mother, tail idly flicking around.

She manifested her spear, stopping it just an inch from skewering the creature whole. “If you expect me to humor your banter, do it off her grave, you shitheel.”

Kyubey stared at her unblinking, simply hopping off the headstone to appeal to her. Not that it mattered what she thought of them, but she would certainly be interesting to watch; they didn’t want to lose that opportunity.

“So, where to next?”‌ Kyubey asked.

“Guess I have to find myself a witch now. What else do‌ I have to do, anymore, anyway?” she said, a grim smile on her face.

She left the grave behind, hands in her pockets and eyes to the sidewalk.

Wherever was next… she’d have to find out all on her own.

[psyched2b]

Can I please get 22, 32 & 73 with a mj x fem!reader pairing?

This was a new one for me but I had a blast writing it! Hopefully, I did MJ justice? *secretly worried* 😬

22, 32, 73 MJ X FR

22. You’re breaking my heart, babe.32. …or we could make out…73. “I’m your lock screen?” -  “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Why am I required to take Calculus? Math is literally the worst subject in the universe. Like, how is any of this applies to the real world?” You slam your textbook shut to end your rant.

Just before you could throw the cursed text across the room, a tan hand reaches out to cover your own, effectively stopping you. “Don’t throw that,” Michelle, better known as MJ, cautioned without looking up from her sketchbook. “You break it and they’ll have you buy a whole new set for the school.”

You duck your head to cover the blush that spread over your face. Huffing, you cross your arms over your chest and pout. “Ain’t nobody have the resources for that.” You pause, a thoughtful look taking over your expression. “Maybe Peter can get Mr. Stark to donate new books. That could work.”

MJ lets out a “preach” before releasing your hand.

You try not to pout at the loss of contact, instead, continuing with your rant. “I should make a formal complain to administration that forcing students to take classes they dislike will just encourage them to rebel against the system. We are the leaders of tomorrow and we can decide to completely abolish math. I have a feeling that they will take that threat seriously enough since they all just seem to love math so much.” You pick up your pencil and twirl it in-between your fingers, a habit that shows you’re brainstorming. Sighing, you lean up against MJ and rest your head on her shoulder. “I’ll have to start a mutiny.”

You’d never admit it aloud, but you had the biggest crush on the woman next to you. Ever since you met freshmen year, you looked up to her. She was wicked smart and super easy. Not to mention incredibly beautiful. You loved how…natural she was at everything. She never cared about appearances, physical or not…and it was a breath of fresh air in a world where everyone cared so much about appearances of themselves and others. You always told her that she was #goals. And every time, she would roll her eyes at you, but you knew she appreciated the sentiment.

You look over her shoulder to see what she’s drawing and you’re not surprised to see it’s Spider-Man. “Have you figured out who that is yet?”

MJ turns her head to look at you and gives a knowing smile. “I have a guess.”

Before you could question her further, Peter and Ned come running into the empty classroom.

“Hey, guys!” Peter says, cheerful as always.

You regretfully move your head off of MJ’s shoulder and scoot as for back into your desk as you could, embarrassed. You were pretty sure that Peter knew about your crush on your mutual friend and he was Terrible, with a capital ’T’, at keeping secrets. So, you weren’t going to add fuel to the fire.

Ned follows his best friend into the room dutifully, setting his backpack on the ground next to the desk of choice. “Do you two always have detention or do you just like hanging out in here?”

You and MJ look at each other before turning back to the two boys and shrugged in sync, choosing not to answer.

Ned scowls and Peter smirks.

Peter claims the desk next to you and slides it closer, the legs squealing across the laminate tiles. “Hey, Y/N. Can I borrow your phone? I need to call May and I lost my backpack….again.”

You see MJ roll her eyes and you give a small smile, turning your attention to the puppy dog of a boy. “Sorry, Pete. My phone died fourth hour.” You give him an apologetic look.

He just shrugs and hops over his desk, casually sliding into the one next to MJ. “Can I use yours?”

Before he could finish his question, she was already holding her phone out to him. “Don’t lose it because I just might have to kill you.”

Peter grabs the phone and gives her his thanks before scrambling out of the room to make his call.

Ned stayed back, eyeing you and MJ. “Is there something going on here?” he asks, gesturing between the two of you.

You feel yourself flush, but before you could respond, MJ beats you to it. 

“So what if there is?”

You look towards your best friend, eyes wide in shock.

Peter strolls back into the room at that point with a weird look on his face. He hands MJ back her phone and settles back into the desk next to me. “Interesting lock screen you have there,” he comments, nodding at the phone in her hands.

Of course, you’re curious to see what her lock screen is and you’re wondering how you’ve never noticed it before. You lean across your desk to peer over her shoulder, but she stashes her phone back in her pocket before you can see.

You slouch back into your chair and clutch at your heart dramatically. “Ouch! You’re breaking my heart, babe. What’s so bad that I can’t see?”

“Yeah, Michelle, whatcha hiding?” Ned teases, giving her and Peter a knowing looking.

“It’s MJ,” the both of you state together, scowling at the boy. Then you both look at each other, you surprised and her guiltily.

You realize that she really doesn’t want you to see the picture. You can feel yourself deflate, but manage to keep a strained smile on your face. “It’s okay, you don’t have to show me. Sorry I asked.”

You start to gather up your stuff to leave. “Sorry I got to cut,” you apologize to the small group. “Ma’s going to want me home soon to help with kid sister.” Picking up your bag, you make your way out of the school.

You really didn’t expect to be followed because it was true that you had to get home…and your friends knew that

“Y/N! Wait up!”

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest at the sound of MJ’s voice carrying through the empty halls. You seriously debate whether or not you want to acknowledge her, still hurt that she was keeping secrets. But, you knew that wasn’t fair and she really didn’t owe you anything. Everyone was entitled to their own secrets.

So you stop and wait for her to catch up to you. It only takes a minute for her to catch up and she immediately goes to grab your hand, holding it to her chest. You can feel her heart hammering away and you know it’s not from the small chase. Was she nervous??

You give her a confused look and before you can ask what’s going on, she’s pressing her phone into your hand.

“I didn’t want you to think it was a secret,” she explains, still holding your hand closed around her phone. “But then I realized that it was…and I don’t want it to be.”

“You’re not making sense,” you tell her, eyes flicking between her and the phone. Then you notice that she’s blushing and the level of interest grows.

She releases your hand and nods towards it. “Just look,” she urges.

You hold the phone up and pause, looking to her to make sure it was okay. She nods again and it’s encouragement enough for you to click on the phone screen.

You nearly drop the phone in surprise when you find yourself looking back into your own smiling face.

You look from the phone to MJ and back a few times, mouth hanging open in surprise. “I’m your lock screen?” you ask in disbelief. Butterflies have taken residence in your stomach and your thoughts are racing at a hundred miles per hour, trying to comprehend what that meant. Instead of it being a picture of the two of you like you would have expected, it’s just you. What did it mean??

MJ takes the phone back and tucks into her back pocket. She then looks at your hand and you see her hesitate. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen her so nervous. Your brain was going to explode trying to make sense of the situation.

Then she takes a leap of faith and grasps your hand in hers, intertwining your fingers. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” she admits, “Like, ever. But some idiot boy pointed out that perhaps….you may have feelings for me? And that we are two fools dancing around each other.”

You don’t say anything, eyes wide in disbelief.

MJ takes this as a sign that she’s wrong and she tries to pull her hand from your, apologizing.

You tighten your grip, refusing to let go.

She looks at you in confusion. “What are you doing?”

In response, you release her hand and throw your arms around her neck, pulling her into a bear hug. You press a kiss to the side of her head. “I thought I was…that this was one-sided.” As you speak, you realize that you’re crying.

You pull away, turning away to hide your embarrassing reaction to this revelation. You pull a tissue out of your pocket and quickly wipe away the evidence of your emotions. 
She still notices and walks around you so you’re face to face again. You look anywhere but at her, embarrassed. Her expression is soft as she reaches out and dry your tears herself with her thumb. “Why are you crying?” she asks in a kind tone, concern underlying it.

You finally meet her gaze with watery eyes. “I just- I never thought…that it would be possible that…you would like me.” You let out a sigh and give her a sheepish smile. “I always kind of thought you had a thing for Peter.”

She snorts at your admission. “Why would you think that? How many times have I told you that boys are stupid?”

You smile at this and wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand, drying the last of the tears. “Yeah, but I thought that was just something the whole world agreed on.”

MJ rolls her eyes. “Well, now you know. I go for girls. Well, just you because everyone else sucks.”

You bark a laugh. “That’s true.” Your watch beeps at you letting you know that it was time to go home before you were late. You look down to check the time and groan. “Shit, I have to go.”

“….or we could make out?”

You bump your shoulder against hers before lacing your fingers back together. “You should probably buy me dinner first.”

200 Follower Celebration: ✏️Drabble Challenge, 🎼Musical Names, 💜Character Ships, and ❓Get to Know

[mintyjin]

neighbor au: mark tuan

true story: when I moved states, my mattress got lost and I slept on the floor for two weeks. we also lost all of my hangers so I couldn’t even unpack my clothes lmao

the first time you met mark was when you were moving in

somehow you lost your mattress in the transit

would be a great time to own a sleeping bag, but lmao you do not

and your couch wasn’t coming in until the next weekend

it’s not exactly an ideal situation

so you go to the apartment door next to yours and tentatively knock

in the seconds after you knock, you look down and see the owner has a food and water bowl set up for any stray animals

which is super adorable awh

the door opens and wow ok he’s gorgeous and kind to animals? wow

pull yourself together, y/n, you need a place to sleep

you give him a small smile and say, “Hi, so I’m Y/N, I’m in 307? I just moved in today.”

“Oh hi! I’m Mark.”

you exchange pleasantries and talk a bit but then you remember why you came

“So this is weird and sudden but my mattress is missing and I don’t have anything to sleep on, would you happen to have a spare sleeping bag or something?”

and his eyes get a little wide and he’s like, “Ah, no, I don’t.”

you’re like ok,,,, guess i’ll keep asking around then ,,,,

and you’re about to wave goodbye and continue your search when you hear mark say, “You can borrow my couch if you want? I’ve got takeout on the way and I always order to much to eat by myself…”

sleeping on the couch of a guy you just met would ordinarily seem like a questionable idea but listen, you’ve been moving boxes all day. you’re tired. you’re hungry. you just want something soft to sleep on

besides, this guy is your next-door-neighbor, you’re going to see a lot of each other, anyway

so you end up sitting on his couch beside him surrounded by more takeout boxes than you’ve ever previously seen in one place

he’s digging into some lo mein like it’s nbd that he ordered not one, not two, but three boxes of egg rollls to eat by himself

“You like documentaries?” he asks

“True crime or wildlife?”

he just smiles and passes you the general tso’s chicken

five minutes into the documentary, he notices you look cold

so he leaves for a minute and comes back with the fluffiest, fleeciest blanket you’ve ever seen

you swaddle up in it and smile widely at him and go to take a bite of some fried rice

“So… where are you from, again?” he asks

you tell him where you’re from and why you moved and he’s so interested in what you have to say 

he tells you he knows what it’s like to leave everything familiar behind for a new city with new opportunities 

you’re like oh????

he’s like yeah I’m from LA and this is not LA so

and you’re shocked because wow LA that’s so so cool and he gets kind of shy but he answers all your questions about the city nonetheless and tells you his funny stories of what it was like to grow up there

when you tell him your own weird childhood stories, he laughs and it’s the strangest and most infectious laugh you’ve ever heard 

so you just start dying

and he can’t stop laughing, either, cause every time he looks over and sees you still laughing, he loses it again

y'all a mess 

you ask him about the animal food bowls outside and he explains that there are two or three cats in the neighborhood that regularly make their way up to your floor of the apartment building somehow 

and he takes out his phone to show you pictures of all of them 

like a proud father or something 

c u te 

but eventually you both start yawning incessantly so he’s like, “You don’t have to sleep on the couch- you can take my bed-”

“The couch is fine! I won’t take your bed,” you insist 

a bit of an argument follows but not the angry kind

more like the “listen here you stubborn but super cute person” kind of argument 

cause mark is super duper duper cute like you’re not gonna deny it 

but you’re too polite and feel like you’ve already intruded too much to allow him to give up his bed for you 

and he eventually just shrugs and is like, “The couch is all yours, then. Bathroom is down the hall on the left.” 

you smile and arrange the blankets and pillows he’s given you to just the way you like them before waving at him and saying goodnight 

he just shakes his head, smiling, and goes into his room

in the morning, you eat leftover takeout for breakfast 

he offers to help you unpack but you’re like absolutely not you’ve done enough and I’m very particular about where things go

and then you go home 

well, next door

it’s a week or so before you see mark again

it’s 8:30pm and you’re finally getting home after a long, dreadful day

and- just your luck- it started raining on your way home, so your clothes are drenched and it’s cold cold cold 

as you walk into your apartment building, wringing water out of your shirt, you see the elevator doors start to slide shut

“Hold the doors please!” you call and to your luck, the person inside hears and actually listens 

you dash in and turn to see mark

he’s wearing a hoodie and sweats and is holding approximately 31 bags of groceries but he’s just as cute as you remembered 

“So I’m guessing you didn't want to take multiple trips?” you joke, motioning to the absurd amount of bags in his arms 

he laughs and says, “Something like that.” 

you’re like ok but fr that looks painful let me help-

and now you’re in his apartment again! helping him put away the groceries 

and you weren’t really paying attention the first time you were over but his apartment is actually very nice 

especially for a single guy in his 20s whom you watched consume a ridiculous amount of takeout 

everything is very soft and clean

he’s got photos and knick-knacks on every surface but you can tell they’ve all got some story or meaning behind them 

nothing looks cluttered or anything 

just comfortable 

it’s quiet between the two of you and you’re about to leave when mark asks if you ever got your mattress 

thankfully, you did, and you tell him that it came the afternoon after he let you crash on his couch 

he’s like ah, that’s good. but don’t hesitate to tell me if you ever need help again! 

you say you definitely wouldn’t hesitate 

he kind of blushes a little bit after that

“Actually, Y/N, can I have your number? I mean, we’re neighbors and all now so I thought-” 

“Yeah, of course! But you have to text me when those cats come by.” 

his expression softens and he says, “And you can text me anytime, even if you don’t really have anything to talk about.” 

boiii you can’t go around saying things like that you’ll give us all heart attacks 

but both of you are too red-faced and flustered to talk much after that little bomb so you go home and take a shower and try to clear your head 

it doesn’t work 

mark tuan is like a song stuck in your head 

the next night your phone chimes as you’re getting into bed and you groan until you realize it’s a text from mark 

to be more specific, it’s a picture from mark of two adorable little cats right outside your door 

you better bet you bolt outside, barefoot and pajamas and messy hair and all

the sight that greets you is almost too cute for words 

mark, in striped pajamas and fluffy hair, with one cat in his lap and the other nuzzling against the palm of his hand 

when he hears your door close, he looks over to you and gestures for you to sit next to him

you sit right beside him, so close your shoulders are touching and you can feel the soft warmth he radiates 

“This is Charlie,” he says softly, his voice slightly raspy in the late hour, as he pets the cat in his lap, “and that’s Violet.” 

“They’re adorable!” you reply, reaching towards the one he called Violet and running your fingers through her soft fur 

“Do you want to feed them?” he asks

you say yes yes yes and he pours some small treats into your hand and shows you how to hold your hand so that the cats will eat from it 

when they take their first shy bites, you look over to mark with a positively gleeful expression and he thinks that even in the bad apartment hallway lighting, even with your messy hair and pajamas, you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen 

but you’re a bit too preoccupied with rather elegant felines to notice he’s staring at you

but when the cats walk away, he takes a deep breath and steadies his nerves and reaches out to lightly brush a piece of hair from your face 

you’re a bit flabbergasted by the action and stutter instead of speaking 

he’s ok with that 

“There’s this documentary series on Netflix I think you would like,” he says, “can it be our thing?” 

“So is this a date or what?” you ask, hoping your raised eyebrow hides the blush spreading across your cheeks 

“It’s a date, if you’re ok with it.” 

you are

you are so very ok with it

you start watching the series that very night, swaddled under that big fleecy blanket 

and you may or may not be holding his hand

the moral of the story is that true crime docs really bring people together

I mean, hey- you met the cutest, sweetest boy you’ll ever meet in your whole life

and you wouldn’t trade that for any genre

[john-cardoza]

Miscommunication and pancakes

Sprace thing with background Jackcrutchie.

Race had lost track of the number of times he'd burst into Crutchie and Jack's apartment at the middle of the night. They always gave good relationship advice and tended to be less condescending than Davey. Race came to them whenever he had a fight with Spot, or if he was feeling stressed, or when his parents called. Now it was three am again and he was feeling clueless and stressed. "I think I love him" Race opened the door having already texted Jack to make sure they were awake.

"Race, what do you need this time?" Jack asked. He was sitting on the couch with Crutchie in his lap fast asleep.

"I need to talk to you" Race quieted his voice and sat down on the floor in front of the couch.

Jack took in his untucked shirt and messed up hair "Spot?" It wasn't the first time Race had showed up to complain about Spot and though Jack tried to look annoyed, Race was upset and clearly needed to talk. Also knowing Race, he would talk and Jack could just nod along "Fine, but be quiet" He brushed Crutchie's hair out of his face and Race stuck out his tongue.

"You're so..." Race groaned "Domestic"

"Aren't you here to complain about you and Spot not being domestic?" Jack reminded him.

"Maybe" Race pouted. Jack was right. Race didn't hate the thing he had with Spot but he wanted more. They started hooking up in college, they were roommates who hated each other. The university refused to let them switch rooms, so they made due. During one particularly heated argument over how messy Race's room always looked they started kissing, which later led to other stuff. It was supposed to be nothing, a way to get out their frustrations and not decapitate each other over petty arguments. But even Race had to admit when they moved in together after college things changed. Instead of occasional argument-sex/make out sessions they leaned more towards kissing and cuddling on the couch. They were a couple in everything but words. "He's just so frustrating!"

"Shh" Jack shushed Race when Crutchie stirred and mumbled something. "He had a big work evaluation, this is the first time he's slept in three days"

"Oof" Race winced in sympathy. Crutchie worked with little kids. He loved his job, but the boss didn't like him so whenever there was a work evaluation he had to work extra hard to not get fired. To make it worse Crutchie had a bad habit of not sleeping when stressed and Race definitely remembered him going weeks without sleeping more than four hours at once "I'll be quieter" Race promised. Race didn't want to bother them, but he needed to talk to someone and Jack was his go to. Jack just nodded and Race took it as cue to keep talking "I love him and I know that our whole arrangement is no feelings. But I need something, this in between.." Race took a deep breath and flopped back on the floor "I can't live with this stupid- whatever! I either want a real relationship with 'I love you' and domestic shit like that" He gestured loosley at the couch "Or nothing. I'm going to move to Italy and never see him again"

"You couldn't do that" Jack was absently stroking Crutchie's short hair and nodding along to Race's rant.

"That's the worst part. I couldn't leave him if I wanted to! That short little asshole is everything in my life and he doesn't even love me like I love him" Race covered his face with his hands and kicked the bottom of the couch out of frustration.

"Race, this is a weird idea: what if you just talked to him?" Jack knew his foster brother well, and he understood his relationship with Race better that he wanted to thanks to multiple late night phone calls. Spot was definitely in love with Race, but emotions and talking had never been his strong suit.

"No," Race shook his head and pulled his knees to his chest "I can't lose him"

Jack was getting a headache "Race just go to sleep. You can stay here, we'll talk tomorrow"

"Thanks Jack" Race yawned and stood up "Night"

Jack nodded and watched Race stumble his way into the spare bedroom. He accidentally shut the door a little too hard and Crutchie stirred "Wha?" He shifted and burrowed his face into the side of Jack's neck "Wha's hapning"

"Shh" Jack rocked back and forth a little "Race is spending the night"

"Mmmn" Crutchie shivered and pulled Jack closer.

"Bed?" Jack asked. He shook Crutchie lightly to keep him awake. Crutchie nodded and nestled closer. Jack picked Crutchie up and it was a testament to how tired he was that Crutchie didn't push him away to try to walk. He stopped by the guest room where Race was fast asleep. Race and Spot needed to talk. Jack was tired of them showing up or calling him at three am to complain about each other

∞∞∞

Ring! Ring!

Spot groaned and fumbled with his phone on the bed side table and groaned when it fell to the floor. The light coming through the window told him it was technically morning, but he was still tired. Race left last night and Spot always had trouble sleeping when Race wasn't there (Not that he would ever admit it) Race slept by attaching himself to the nearest person that gave off heat and the bed felt too empty when Race wasn't next to him. He finally pulled the phone off the charger and answered it "Hello?"

"Spot get your ass over here" Jack demanded "You and Race are having breakfast with us"

"Jack what are you talking about?" Spot was too tired for this

"Race is here and you two are going to talk. Also if you aren't here in 20 minutes I'm sending Albert to wake you up" Jack hung up and Spot stared at his phone. What? He got some weird phone calls from Jack, but this one was probably near the top of that list, right behind the one about the clown and the raccoon. Albert lived downstairs and Spot figured it wasn't going to be a nice wake up call if Jack actually called him, so Spot reluctantly got out of bed. He threw on some clothes and started the walk to Jack and Crutchie's apartment.

He finally got there and knocked on the door "Hello?"

Muffled sound came from inside "Race get the door" Crutchie directed from somewhere inside.

"Why? Who is it" That was Race.

"Do you want pancakes?"

Race swung open the door and froze when he saw Spot "Crutchie you little shit"

"Jack's idea" Crutchie clarified

"Jack you little shit" Race corrected

"Are you okay?" Spot stepped closer. Race's eyes were red and he looked like he'd gotten about as much sleep as Spot did.

"I'm fine" Race shut the door behind Spot and walked back into the kitchen. Jack was sitting at the table drinking coffee and Crutchie was at the stove, making pancakes.

"Why am I here?" Spot asked glaring at Jack "I was asleep"

"You and Race are going to talk. And I am going to eat pancakes" Jack explained.

Crutchie whacked the back of his head with the spatulas handle. "We want you to talk about your extremely destructive relationship that keeps waking us up at three am"

"In my defense it was only two am last time I called you" Spot argued

At the same time Race rolled his eyes "Jack was awake and I didn't wake you up"

They froze and stared at each other. Race was unaware Spot had even thought about their relationship enough to call Jack. And Spot was wondering exactly where Race went when he disappeared and why he needed to talk to Jack. "You are in love with each other. Go talk" Jack pointed to the spare bedroom and Crutchie hit him with the spatula again. Spot stared at them and Race pulled him back to the spare room.

"I love you" Race decided to just let everything out "I know you don't want a real relationship, but I really love you. Please don't hate me"

"Tony..." The pet name gave Race hope, until Spot trailed off and lifted his hand to Race's face. At first Race flinched away, but when he realized Spot wasn't trying to hurt him he leaned closer and Spot rested his hand on the side of Race.

"I love you. I love you so much. I want to spend my whole life with you. I want to go and dates and act domestic, and maybe get a cat" Race had always wanted a cat.

"I love you too," It wasn't exactly what Spot meant to say, the words slipped out.

Race's face broke into a huge smile "Really?"

"Yeah, I love you and we can definitely get a cat" Spot pulled Race closer and kissed his cheek.

"We should probably leave Jack and Crutchie alone" Race suggested "Home?"

Spot nodded and they walked back into the kitchen. "You good?" Jack asked through a mouthful of pancakes.

Race leaned closer to Spot and held his hand tightly "Yep"

"When's the wedding?" Jack asked raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Spot rolled his eyes "We're thinking a fall thing"

"Good," Crutchie pointed at them with his spatula "Stop coming over at three am uninvited"

"Yes sir" Race saluted him and pulled Spot out the door.

"Now what?"

Race smirked "I have a few ideas"

∞∞∞

"Race this isn't what I thought you meant when you said you had ideas" Spot complained.

"What did you think I meant?" Race asked innocently. He looked up from where he was playing with a cat. "You agreed to get a cat"

"Never mind" Spot crouched down next to Race and looked at the cat. According to the sheet the cat was named Squirrel and was four years old. Apparently she was super playful and active, but also loved to sleep in closets and drawers. She had bright blue eyes that looked exactly like Race's and Spot thought she looked perfect.

Race clearly thought so too, he waved at one of the workers. "Can I hold her?"

"Of course" The worker unlocked the cage and handed the cat to Race.

Squirrel sniffed Race's shoulder suspiciously before climbing up so she was standing on his shoulder. Spot held out his hand for her to sniff and she butted her head against it. "The cat is looking down on me" He observed.

Race laughed "You might want to get used to that. The sheet says she likes tall places especially trees" That explained the name. Race put on his best puppy dog eyes "Can we please adopt her?"

"You really think I'm going to say no when you have a cat on your shoulder?" Spot teased. He moved his attention from the cat and started petting Race's hair instead. "Now we'll have two of you"

Race rolled his eyes and coaxed Squirrel onto Spot's shoulder "Pet the cat, I'm going to go do paperwork" He kissed Spots cheek "Love you"

"Love you too" Squirrel clearly objected to Spot not petting her and butted her head against his ear. Spot went back to petting her and watched Race sign the last paper.

"Ready Spotty?" Squirrel jumped from Spot's shoulder and onto Race's foot. Race jumped and fell over into Spot's chest. Squirrel meowed and dug her claws into Race's jeans.

"Going well?" Spot asked sarcastically.

Race smiled "Perfect"

[wtf-todoroki-shouto]

Shouto memories

Misc. tidbits:

-After the Sports Festival Mineta was expelled

-Aizawa was my favorite teacher

-I was super thankful when we moved to the dorms

-I began showing my quirk pretty early in comparison to most

-I was super duper gay

Memories about my classmates and friends:

Shinsou:

-Shinsou and I became friends after the Sports Festival

-I personally talked to Aizawa about trying to get him into the hero course (I think)

-Shinsou had a cat named Soup (in English)

-Shinsou had been adopted by Aizawa and Hizashi

-Shinsou and I were known to accidentally fall asleep in the middle of doing things like studying around campus

-After moving to the dorms Shinsou and I got permission to leave campus one weekend and he took me to a cat cafe he knew for my first time and I was so happy

-He and I related to struggling with people's’ expectations and our relationships with our quirks

-Shinsou actually could use his mind control quirk to help people calm down from panic attacks (I know from personal experience)

-Shinsou got migraines from overusing his quirk sometimes so he kept his room pretty dark a lot of the time

Izuku:

-I never really became friends with Izuku because of what happened at the Sports Festival and how much it sorta hurt me as good as his intentions may have been.

Denki:

-Denki had hair that was irrationally soft and shiny and nice

-I thought Denki was really cool because of how his quirk would work with my ice consider water is a conductor and he was like an irl version of Thor, my favorite avenger

-Denki and I started hanging out after the sports festival I helped him come up with ways to keep from overusing his quirk so often and helped him study

-He was actually really friendly and nice to be around

-it was after the cavalry match at the sports festival that Denki like gave me a big ass fucking hug that was really tight. It was a nice hug but I was like what the fuck is happen what the fuck is happening what is wrong with you, there were a good few seconds that I just froze up not knowing what to do. When I got ahold of myself I awkwardly pushed him off. When he let go and saw me he looked instantly guilty and apologized and he actually sorta realized I didn’t like being touched (I informed him it was usually only when I didn’t see it coming ahead of time and couldn’t prevent it if necessary that I didn’t like it) and he actually made a big effort to be better and it was really nice!

Iida:

-Iida and I started hanging out more after the Sports Festival

-Mainly we were training when we first started spending time together

-I think during our first training session he noticed how harder than necessary or maybe healthy I was pushing myself (to me it was normal after all the training with Endeavor) but I noticed from him giving me an odd glance or something so I made sure to change my behavior before he became too suspicious

-At one point or another during one of the first few training sessions he inquired about my not using my left side I gave him a mostly censored answer leaving out the abuse and replacing it with extra loathing of my father and what happened with my mom.

-At first when I met Kirishima I was really off put by his red hair despite how nice he seemed aside from that. But that started changing after I began noticing that his hair was definitely dyed and eventually found out about his favorite hero when they had been picking their names for the internships. Honestly after that it was a little endearing. He and I weren’t close friends I don’t think but I stopped being uncomfortable around him.

Bakugou:

-Bakugou Katsuki. I knew I shouldn’t feel the way I did about him pretty quickly. It wasn’t immediate but after the first week or so I definitely began realizing I liked him more than I should’ve. Something about him, I didn’t know what really, drew me too him I guess. I chalked it up to the fact that he was really handsome at first and as the weeks progressed I also added the skill and creativity with which he used his quirk, his surprising intelligence, his drive, and his work ethic to the reasons but well I did at that point realize that maybe it wasn’t as simple as I wanted it to be. But I didn’t know what to do with that so I ignored it. The truth of the matter was that I had a crush on him. But I’d never had one before so I didn’t know.

-Bakugou and I were both insomniacs and we both ended up starting to be friends at ass o’clock am because of that

-One night, I was fucking exhausted, hadn’t slept well in days actually and it was late as hell. I was sleep deprived enough to actually like talk properly, because i was generally really quiet and reserved. Bakugou ran into me some time after the sports festival. I’m not sure why but it just came out. I told him about how I hated using my flames in any circumstance. I hated that I used them in my match with Izuku but my only reason for doing so was that as he kept talking at some point I stopped seeing Izuku and saw my dad. And I only ever used them against him and that was because he forced me. That side of me was him, especially since the incident with my mother. And I hated it. Honestly, I would’ve gotten rid of it if I could. I half considered bleaching my hair a few times but i knew my father wouldn’t allow it. Even after the match I felt disgusted for having used it, not to mention that I’d made my father proud. That was almost the worst part of it. His fucking pride. The idea that was I was being what he fucking wanted. But A part of me wanted to use my left side in our match I don’t know. Something in that match made me think maybe I could or that I should anyways. So I tried but I. I couldn’t do it.

He didn’t know how the fuck to respond to that, so he was quiet for a bit before saying something about me needing to get some fucking sleep or something.

-Then it was a decent bit of time later, I’d say at least a week, when it was the middle of the night and I was hangin around the same area I had been before. I usually would hang out somewhere around there when I was able unless I didn’t feel like being outside. (I think it was outside but like only just outside the dorms) Anyways it was around then and when he ran into me again. I’m honestly not sure if it was an accident or not but I think he made some snarky comment about finding me in the exact same spot as before. I’m pretty sure he sat down next to me and didn’t say anything for while. But when he did speak well I’m not gonna pretend I remember word for word but it was a little something like this:

“Not using your flames your because of your father is fucking stupid. (I think I half choked hearing that or at least was caught off guard) You say you don’t want to because you don’t want to be controlled by him anymore, but how the fuck is that any different than using it to appease him? Sure, you might not be following his orders anymore but you’re still letting him control your god damned actions. If you use it it’s because of him, if you don’t it’s because of him. Take some fucking responsibility for your actions already. You’re not some mindless extension of your dad. Fucking hell. You act like you’re being rebellious or noble by refusing to use your left side but what you really are is scared. You’re still letting him dictate how you fucking act. And what in order for you to fucking “atone” for shit you didn’t even fucking do have to fucking do everything short of literally denying half of your existence and hating that part of yourself because it’s “his”. (I think you stood up then) last time I checked you aren’t some dumbass Frankenstein of your mom or your dad. You’re your own damn person. So why don’t you start fucking acting like it.”

Then he left.

And that was a large part of what pushed us to start becoming friends and me to start using my left side.

-I think I might’ve asked Bakugou to train with me or some shit or whatever i just know he helped me work through the shit with my flames and it was probably in the middle of the night

-by a certain time after internships? I don’t know exactly when but we’d been living in the dorms for a good while I was in deep with my feelings in regards to a certain explosive hero, and specifically though they began developing more after the sports festival. they are as follows:

I really thought he had pretty eyes, beyond their color they were very expressive.

Then there was his drive. He was the kind of guy who would keep at a thing for as long as it took for you to actually fucking do it you were persistent.

He was honest and while he may have seemed arrogant (and sometimes he was) he did take moments to recognize others strengths as he did with Uraraka

He wanted to succeed, yes, but he felt that success was only worthwhile if his piers were also at their best therefore he was driven to give people a nudge in the right direction

He was really well rounded

He was smart, creative in his use of his quirk, snarky, strategic, passionate, he also took no shit

He could cook and play the drums

And he didn’t like to admit it always but he was a really nice and a loving individual who looks out for the people he cares about also who is funny and genuinely nice to talk to no matter what the subject is

He really was an equal to me back then though if I’m honest in a lot of ways when we were younger at least I saw him as ahead of me in a lot of ways

-I don’t have any context for when this happened but I had my face all snuggled up to Bakugou’s stomach and I think my arms were around him.

-I’m like 62-75% sure bakugou kissed me once when we were older... like still in school but like older then we are in the show... maybe more than 62-75% sure

-Once Bakugou and I were like doing whatever the fuck it was we did at night in front of the dorms (training? Sparring? Fucking talking? Me fuckingh getting used to my fire idk some of everything I’m sure) he got suspicious of the severity of shit with Endeavor and let’s just say I accidentally ended up freezing his hand to my arm.

Mei Hatsume:

-I think Mei hatsume and I were in her like workstation somewhere and I was talking to her about how I analyzed and thought about everyone’s quirk like a long range speaker and mic would be helpful for Shinsou along with voice modulation to help him disguise his voice to help him as a pro hero when his quirk became more well known if it did and even if not it could help and some other stuff about other people and stuff and she ended up making some off handed comment about that I would’ve been good in the support course and she was probably right but it was odd to hear someone tell me I would’ve been good at something other than being a pro hero and in a way it was nice

Misc. friends:

-I remember I think one of my classmates was like shocked when I had never tried hot coco before, so they made it for me and insisted I try it. I was hesitant when I could feel the warmth through the cup but they pressed me too anyhow. And I did. Then I immediately spat it back out because That Was Warm Ah I Do Not Like That.

Basically after the Kettle Incident I didn’t like most warm liquids much at all.

Arc specific memories:

Sports festival:

-My match with Midoriya Izuku during the Sports Festival Was tactically similar but the emotions and impact it made on me were wildly different from that of the show. The way Izuku badgered me to use my left side reminded me of how Endeavor would get during our training sessions when I had the nerve to refuse to use it

When I used my flames against Izuku, it was like any other time Endeavor had forced me to use them during training, or it almost was anyways. There was less fear and more irritation and hurt. So in a way I sorta did it out of spite.

Like, if Izuku really wanted me to go full throttle, if he was going to look down on me for refusing to use his left side, even after I’d opened up to him about my reasons, then fine, I’d give him what he fucking wanted if he really wanted it that damn much. Yeah Izuku thought I was being disrespectful to the other participants and arrogant, and maybe he was right, but that didn’t really matter to me at the time.

I had some anger issues back then and I’m not afraid to admit it. And he made me really angry, hence my excessive force. He just sounded so much like my father and he was an outsider. And I think it sorta reinforced the idea to me that telling anyone about what he did was entirely pointless.

Afterwards it was genuinely surprising to learn that Endeavor hadn’t paid Izuku to say those things, because I’d sorta hoped that was the case partially. I wouldn’t have put it past him.

Internship arc:

-I did not go to intern with my father by choice, the reason I gave in the show was an excuse and something I told myself to make the whole thing easier. Endeavor had been furious about my performance in my match with Bakugou and he made that very very clear through both words and some harsh “training” and also made it crystal clear that I was to intern at his agency and that I would be under him directly

-The reason I responded to Izukus message about the situation with Stain in that ally was to get away from Endeavor, and I ran away before Endeavor could stop me thank god. But that fight in the alley where Stain nearly took off my arm marked the first time Iida saved my fucking ass and probably life. (of course I also went out of concern and curiosity)

Homelife/family related memories:

General:

-I was able to push my father more when we were in public which is why I was more freely bratty at UA, because I knew he couldn’t do anything serious without revealing he was abusive and ruining his reputation.

-When I angered him at home, it was terrifying. Most of the times I did it was an accident, or because I couldn’t bare the idea of using my flames at the time. Or I lost my own temper, but that was rare. On those occasions Endeavor was more terrifying than ever. The blows and the fire seemed to never stop coming. There was only so much I could do to shield myself from it without making anything worse than it already was. Most times when this happened I ended up passing out at some point.... and there were honestly a few times under five, I’d say probably three or four, when I was genuinely surprised that I woke up again afterwards.

Pre-UA specific:

-my father hired tutors for my education instead of sending me to school so I was very isolated growing up hence my less than good social skills

-I think I started training when I was around four or five. He wanted to start young to train me condition me not to flinch when someone made a move to hit me not cry when I was hurt not to let exhaustion not slow me down to not scream not run not puke not panic in combat. Making me get up when I was hurt giving me no choice but to keep going because it wasn’t going to stop. The training with my quirk (when he started using his in training as well) didn’t start for a year or so after my mom gave me the scar. That.. made things much worse. That training left me with scars, some pretty big, all that I could cover with my shirt. I began getting less as I got older.

[starshineskyandthepowerofrock]

Evening Announcements

Part 10 of Starshine, Sky, and the Power of Rock.

The dreams are getting worse, somehow. This one gets me so bad I hit my head trying to escape my casket. I make it halfway out before reality catches up with me and I sink to the floor, trying to calm down some.

"Is this going to be a nightly thing with you?" a voice hisses from the other side of the room. Gossamer Glade, face lined in moonlight, is sitting up in her own bed. Her lacy eye mask is pushed up to reveal big green eyes that glare at me with pure fury.

I feel around on the nightstand for my CD player. "Can you at least wait 'til I'm wearing a bra before you start getting on my ass?"

Gossamer throws herself back on one of her many silk pillows, her arms above her head in the most dramatic pose I've ever seen. "I don't appreciate having my internal clock thrown off because you can't handle bad dreams. Do you realize I've been getting tired while the sun is up? My body thinks it's nighttime while I'm at school. You're confusing my body and if this keeps up it'll affect my grades."

Ignore her. Ignore her. I rummage through my treasure trove for the right CD. Blood in the Ducts? No he introduced me to that one. Chains on Bone? No he whistled track four all the time...

"But I imagine you're not one to care about grades, are you, vampire?" Gossamer says. "My father says you're doing very poorly in his class."

I could say something right now but... No, keep looking, keep looking... Grave's Dust... Black Morning... No Answers —  What?

The clear jewel case shakes in my hand. A once-blank CD stares back at me, the name No Answers scrawled in marker on plain white in my handwriting. We made this song together. We made a lot of songs together. They'd almost joined the bonfire I'd built for my Band of Darkness uniform but I have this thing about destroying art. Plus I hear the fumes from doing that are dangerous and I didn't need any of the animals near me getting hurt. So I'd settled for leaving them all at home. At least I thought it was all of them.

"This has been the worst month of my life. How am I supposed to spend four years living like this?" Gossamer whines into her pillow.

"The feeling's mutual," I say, finally picking a CD and sliding my earbuds in place.

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Assigned seats make sense in this place. I normally hate them but I get it here. Bands should sit together so all the teachers have, well, sat us together. Mr. Glade basically did this too. Almost.

Alright so first day of the first "Academic Week" was already gonna be a bummer because we get no music classes. Not to mention I wasn't thrilled to meet the guy halfway responsible for the demon spawn I've been forced to room with. But then I finally walked into his class, only to find out my seat was nowhere near anyone else's in my band. I didn't feel like starting a conversation with him so I waited for everyone else to sit and found the only empty seat was all the way in the back. And it had my name on it.

I went up to his desk. "Mr. Glade?"

"Yes?" he asked, his back turned to me.

"I can't sit back there."

He chuckled. "What makes you say that?" he asked, then turned around. His smile snapped into a scowl the moment he'd realized who he was talking to.

"I, uh, have albinism," I said. "It makes my vision real bad. I'm supposed to sit near the front in all my classes-"

"Oh, you're 'supposed to,' are you?"

Instincts told me to stop but I kept going. "Yeah, I put it in my application and they said there'd be accomoda-"

"If your sight is so bad, why don't you wear glasses?"

"I-I'm wearing contacts but they don't fix everythi-"

"Are you giving me attitude?"

"No, I just-"

Gossamer stood up. "Could you stop?"

That's when the whispers came. Eyes on me from the whole class. I turned to Star but she wasn't about to argue with a teacher. So I've been sitting back here ever since and I haven't been able to read a single thing on the board. I also don't have a large-print textbook in here like I'm supposed to. And I'm a slow note-taker so I've only been getting bits and pieces of his rapid fire lectures down. And now I can't make out the quiz right in front of me.

No way he didn't know what he was doing. I'm having a hard time believing kids with 20/20 vision could read this, the print's so small. My eyes dart up for a moment (last time I lifted my head I got accused of cheating) and I look around. Kids are squinting some. A few have to bring the paper closer. But they work through it. At least they can read this.  And of course there's no multiple choice questions because I could have at least guessed on that.

I bring my head closer and closer to the desk until the tip of my nose touches the paper. The words blend together in a mass of spotty black. I still can't tell where one letter ends and the next begins. Alright this is hopeless.

For question one I put, "I'd answer if I knew what this said." For the rest I put, "See question one." I'll get a zero and he'll say it's my fault but we'll both know what's true.

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For the past couple weeks I've been hearing snippets of whispered conversation from the older kids. "Poor First Years." "They don't know what's coming." "Glad that's behind me." "Aw, I thought it was cool!"

I try to listen in every time, but of course they quiet down and scurry away when they notice the vampire's near them. There's been a spike in these whispers lately. Even Star let something slip.

"Dinner can't come soon enough," I'd told her during transition today.

She'd giggled and said, "Honestly, I'm kinda dreading it."

"Why's that?"

She panicked. "Um, no reason!" Then she changed the subject to how to get rid of my dark circles.

Now I can't focus on dinner at all because the older kids keep rubbernecking every First Year that walks by their tables. Odds are I won't get anything out of Star but it's worth a shot.

"Something happening tonight?" I ask her.

Crescent chimes in with, "Yeah, kids keep talking about the First Years. What's going on?"

Star picks at her smoked salmon. "What? What? What are you talking about?" she asks, not looking at either of us.

"I'll take that as a yes," I say.

Crescent leans in. "Spill!"

Before Star can answer a hush falls over the room and is soon replaced by a chorus of "Your Majesty"s. Kids left and right bow and curtsy as Queen Sunshine enters. She nods her head of bright yellow braids, holding a microphone and making her way to the cleared-out center of the room. Following her is a guy holding what looks like a big, old-looking box of some kind. Sunshine taps the mic and clears her throat to make sure everyone's listening. We are.

"Good evening, students," she says.

"Good evening, Your Majesty," everyone says in unison. It's a big change from the usual scattered mumbles I've seen most principals get after saying that.

Sunshine continues. "You may have heard from whispers around, but tonight is a very important night for our First Years."

Everyone was listening before but now the First Years perk up even more. Even Pearl looks up from her lunch and I haven't seen her act like she knows anyone's there since the night I found out her name.

"Now, First Years, I wouldn't be surprised if you were wondering: just how are you supposed to lug around and care for what can be very cumbersome instruments? When the Band of Darkness can attack at any moment, how are you supposed to be ready in time? Even seasoned members of the Band of Light had been wondering the same thing for years, until the innovators in magical technology behind the Soul Key created this." She gestures to the box, which the guy holds up for everyone to see.

Kids are standing, stretching, some are putting their feet on their chairs to get a better look. A merboy nearby says, "That's what this is about!" to his buddy. A catgirl whispers to her band, "I don't see what people are freaking out over, this is awesome!" Crescent bounces in her seat, squealing to herself. So I guess I'm the only one who doesn't know what I'm looking at.

Sunshine smiles. "Yes, yes, I'm sure all of you have been anxious for this moment, and I won't waste your time with formalities." The formalities would have been appreciated if they meant I knew what she's talking about. "Star," Sunshine calls.

Star immediately stands at attention. "Yes, Mama."

"Would you like to demonstrate?" Sunshine asks.

Star barely holds back a squeal as she makes her way to her mother. She unhooks her Soul Key from her skirt and raises it high for everyone to see. Then she slides the key into what I guess is a lock on the box and cranks it a few times. So it's a music box.

The only sound in the room is the tune coming from this box. No one can take their eyes off it, including me because I wanna know why everyone else is so invested.

Then the top of the box cracks open, a brilliant hot pink light spilling out. Star excitedly reaches in and pulls out a midnight blue cassette player accented with pale pink and purple gems and stars. She holds it up and the whole room cheers.

"Congratulations, Star," Sunshine says. "You're one step further in your journey to being a rock star."

Star hugs her mother then happily accepts praise all the way back to her seat, waving, curtsying, blowing kisses and more. I can't imagine what that feels like. Once she's next to me again and Sunshine starts calling bands up, Crescent and I both want a better look at her new cassette player.

"Ohmigoodness," Crescent whispers as more kids get their own sparkly music players. "The Heir to Light's Soul Player is right in front of me! They're gonna put this in a museum one day!"

"What's a Soul Player?" I ask.

Star explains, "Its a magical device that provides you with the instrument you need to fight the Band of Darkness whenever you need." A wide grin lights up her face. "And it gives you a super cute outfit to go with it! I wonder what you guys' will look like." She gasps. "I wonder what mine will look like!" She holds the Soul Player to her chest, probably seeing something real frilly in her mind's eye. "But yeah, you basically need one if you want to call yourself a rock star around here."

Interesting. That sounds like it'd shave off a lot of valuable time getting ready to battle. No wonder the Band of Light was there so fast to save Star and me after we got ourselves in trouble.

Watching kids get their own Soul Players I see they don't only come as cassette players. They can be MP3 players, CD players, a few kids even get small boomboxes, which don't seem very practical. They also come in a rainbow of pastels and sparkles and cute shapes like hearts and stuff. They sure love form over function here, and back home come think of it, but what can you expect from kingdoms run by performers?

Soon it's the rest of our band's turn. Too many eyes bore into me as we make our way up. Gossamer shoves past me and uses her gilded Soul Key first. She pulls out a yellow and green MP3 player from a burst of green light then goes back to sit with her sisters without a word to any of us. Crescent gets a candy colored wireless speaker. Pearl gets a turquoise tablet encrusted with shimmering shells.

Now it's my turn. The room quiets down like they did for Star but for a very different reason. As if I didn't know before, I'm suddenly really aware that I'm the only monster here. Feeling the whole school stare, I unhook my Soul Key from my belt loop with trembling hands. Far off whispers lick the back of my neck. I'm doing something wrong, aren't I? I'm gonna screw this up somehow. I'm wasting their time, how did I even get accepted into this school-

"Ms. Acdalur?" Sunshine says.

"Huh?" I've just been holding the key here in front of the box. The whispers get louder, like bees buzzing, ready to sting. The key slips from my clammy hands and I just barely catch it. Now they're snickering. Stone face. Stone face. Don't show a thing, Sky. Stop shaking, what's wrong with you?

Sunshine leans near me to say in an undertone I hope only I can hear, "What's wrong, hon?"

I shake my head. My voice doesn't work right now.

Sunshine doesn't speak for a second, instead staring at my key. "That's a lovely Soul Key you've got there," she says. "You know, you're the first monster to ever have one. And I'm sure no one would've expected it to be so beautiful. It makes me wonder what your Soul Player will look like."

That's right, I guess it's supposed to reflect my soul or something. I do really like the way my Soul Key looks, which is surprising. I wouldn't really consider anything about me beautiful, let alone my soul. Well, my ex called me beautiful. But she was crazy.

I'm stalling. I guess getting it over with will get everyone's eyes off of me. I hope.

I slide the key in the box's keyhole, and crank the way I've seen everyone else do it. The tune is as long as it's been every time, but this time it feels way longer. Finally, the box cracks open. I'm flashed with a bright pink flash of light that I have to look away from to keep from hurting my eyes. When I'm able to turn back, there's a CD player sitting in the box. It's glossy black, accented with a pastel rainbow spiderweb design. In the middle is a big, translucent, hot pink heart. I reach into the box. It's really warm in there. In fact, I flinch once my fingers touch the Soul Player, because it's pretty hot.

Kids won't stop whispering to each other the whole way back to my seat, and I can only imagine what they're saying.

Star clamors to get a better look at my Soul Player. "Yours is cute, too! They're all so cute!" At least I know someone has something good to say about what just happened.

Once all the First Years have their Soul Players I'm just about ready for dinner to go back to normal, but Sunshine stays put in the center of the room, even after the guy with her leaves and takes the music box with him. I figure she's just there to say some stuff about how it's the next stage of our something something blah blah blah, but she's still standing there even after saying all that. The older kids are back at it with the whispering.

"There is... another announcement for our First Years," Sunshine says tentatively.

We all lean in a bit closer.

"See, we have a little tradition here that's older than anyone in this room. The First Years are sent into Hillside's Serpentine Forest-"

An uproar is sent throughout the First Year tables, which doesn't bode well for whatever's going on in this forest.

Sunshine winces at the response then continues, "You will camp out there overnight-"

An even bigger uproar.

"Okay, yes, I understand your concern," Sunshine says. "When I was your age, I wasn't too thrilled to go through with this either. But I came to understand its importance as a bonding exercise. That's why, ever since I've been in charge, I've updated it to make things a bit easier on you. You will be provided with all the necessary supplies, including your Soul Player for self-defense purposes. If you do not find your way back to the palace after 24 hours, we'll send for you."

Over the chorus of complaining First Years I say to Star, "What's so bad about camping?"

"Yeah, that sounds like fun!" Crescent says.

Star shakes her head. "The Serpentine Forest is not fun, trust me."

I can't get myself too worked up over this, honestly. My family goes camping every year and you don't wanna know the kind of stuff lurking in the woods on the Isle of Isolation. What's the worst this kingdom of pastels and sparkles can throw at me? Granted I've already almost been killed this year... but I survived that, didn't I? Because Star and I make a pretty good team. So we'll be fine.

Sunshine says, "One last thing about that: you and your roommate will be camping in a team of two."

"WHAT?" Gossamer shouts, standing straight up. Her head snaps to me, filled with rage, as if I was the one that decided this.

Suddenly, I'm as upset as everyone else.