#anyways there were 100 people watching maybe someone else saved it

[petrovna-zamo]

I didn’t screenrecord but I just watched Kelly’s live and she said she’s on the same bus with t&k and they all stayed up until 4 am talking 😭

[alexiswritingstuff]

Saved by the unexpected.

Pairing: Frank Castle x teen! reader (Gender Neutral)

Other appearances: Micro, aka David Lieberman. 

Summary: Your run to the grocery store goes sideways on the way back home that leads you to being at the wrong place at the wrong time, and with a fresh gunshot wound. Upon waking up you find yourself somewhere unknown with people you had never seen... Or so you thought.

Warnings: gun fights, murder, gun shot wound, mentions of other injuries like cuts and bruises, implied parent loss. 

Be aware of possible spelling mistakes or sentences that are worded wrong. I read over my writing before posting but stuff still manages to slip under my radar!

A/n: Bro I really am bad at creating titles for fics. Anyway, I watched The Punisher a few months ago, and previously finished DareDevil, and I wasn’t able to stop thinking about a certain Mr. Castle. That man in general already activated my daddy issues and then I watched season 2, and... Yeah, that was a lot, but this is what my brain created! 

Like I say whenever I write for new characters, because this is my first attempt, the way portray them and the characteristics may not be a 100% accurate, so bear with me while I find my footing.

Either way, I hope you enjoy reading! 

It was supposed to be a morning like any other. One that started with a bright sky and chirping birds before slowly melding into the warm afternoon. 

You had just done the weekly shop, collecting everyday items, things that would give the most important nutrients, with basically the same amount in snacks and drinks. 

I mean, what else could they mean by a balanced diet?

The main route you would usually take had been closed off by the time you had finished with the store, the road cracked from something unknown, meaning that you had to take a detour. 

It was one that you had walked through many times before, leading you almost directly towards where your trailer was stationed without having to wind round block after block of apartments. 

So, the decision to choose it was simple. 

You took off down the pathway between two very large buildings that almost looked as if they could reach the sky from your angle.

This part was more commonly known as the run down area. The complexes on either side of you were empty. Most had the windows boarded up, due to the lack of repair, and the walls themselves were stained from a plethora of things. 

Some parts even looked about ready to fully crack and crumble. 

It was a lot harder to get funding for these buildings the further they got from the main street. The only people even coming here were probably residents from some that managed to become apartments. But the rest was pretty much just abandoned property.

You had moved under an overhang section created by the walkway above, connecting the two opposing buildings. It honestly sort of felt like a tunnel due to its width, but definitely not by length as you were quickly welcomed by the next area. 

To the left, behind a wall that separated a descending pathway from the ground levelled with your own feet, was a car park. 

The size of it would give the implication that there was a mass of vehicles coming in and out during the week, easy access for people working in the surrounding buildings. 

Though now, it was always empty.

… Or it was supposed to be. 

In the furthest corner was this very specific looking handful of cars; big and black, almost blocky in structure. A sight that should have been acknowledged as the first sign. Your first warning. 

But not fast enough.

Out of nowhere, there was this echo that felt like it drilled through your ear drums. It was a violent sound, one that rung for almost a full minute through the complex to your left. 

It wasn’t something you really questioned off the bat, somehow. I mean, the building was old. 

It could’ve been a loose panel finally deciding to break free from the ceiling, or a cracked wall weighing in on itself. Maybe even someone trying to fix up the damn building.

In fairness, those assumptions weren’t exactly bad... 

They were just the wrong ones. 

The sounds repeated, and whatever it was reverberated from the broken windows in a way that properly allowed it to be heard in its entirety. It was closer this time, more full. “What the...”

It was a series of bassy pops, collectively almost imitating the blast of fireworks, but within the sounds were these clinks like something was falling on the floor right after. 

And though it was a very muffled detail, that took a moment for your brain to register, it didn’t stop the cogs from making their final turn. 

“Oh, shit.” 

Within the same moment that you had made the decision to practically slide to the side, trying not to completely slam into the wall that you ended up behind, the doors of the building burst open with such force that it echoed.

There was a chorus of yelling, even more shots, and heavy boots that practically skidded against the concrete as they moved. Like you had just stumbled across a damn army.

You were sat on the ground, one leg stretched out from your hurried movements while the other was still bent at the knee, ready to move if necessary. The backpack was still strapped around your shoulders meaning that the further you tried to press against the brick wall, the more certain items began to stab into your back.

Your heart was hammering, chest heaving, as you continuously looked up and down the path you sat on. 

It was the only thing you could see. Everything was happening on the other side of the wall, so pretty much all you could do was just sit and listen for the people that might decide to come your way.

You fought the urge to cry out when bullets skimmed the top of the wall, causing little clumps of rubble and dust to hit the top of your head. “Why me, why me, why me!” you hissed through a whisper, trying to ruffle the stuff out of your hair. 

Hurried shouts were passing back and forth across the huge car park like a game of tennis, though it seemed that due to the other sounds that followed, and the panicked state of your mind, all of them were unintelligible. It sounded like they were coming from everywhere.

The multiple objects in your bag had started to make your spine ache so, at the same time as yet another shot, you leaned forward. Quick enough that the sound of items unsquashing themselves would ring at the same time as the bullet. 

You reached back, making sure that your bag wasn’t going to hit any surface, and then took it off one arm at a time before the bag was finally placed in front of you.

Your fingers immediately unzipped it to begin the search. You wanted some kind of weapon, or if not that then at least some form of protection... But you had in fact just gone shopping. 

I doubt a banana would be useful in a gun fight. 

So, you moved onto the pockets that sat on either side of the bag. A huff of air passed through your lips while your hand shuffled through the left pocket. You felt around, following the lining of stitches for at least something, but the most found was a wrapper from some candy or gum. 

So, it was on to the next. 

This time, to do the same routine, was a bit more difficult as this pocket was where you kept your water bottle. A more careful process as you started to comb through the compartment. 

And then, finally, you felt something.

In that moment it was hard to tell what it was. It felt long enough to at least administer some form of damage, or maybe only threaten someone from a distance, so your stressed mind just chose it. You began pulling your hand out. 

But, despite what you wanted, it wasn’t going to be that easy. 

Right as the item had been tugged vertically, an attempt to make it easier to pull it out, the movement had caused the bone of your wrist to hit into the bottle.

Ordinarily, it was something that you wouldn’t think twice about. You were just trying to get an item out of a pocket, surely you could do that without something bad happening... 

However, half of whatever you were trying to grab had been stuck under the bottle in a way that already had it tilting. And then the impact landed. Your wrist hit near the top of the bottle and that was all it needed. 

It started to tip out of the pocket. 

A sharp breath sucked into your lungs at the feeling, but with no ability to catch it in time, the metal cylinder simply fell to the floor from a very unfortunate height for you. 

In fact, even after the sound echoed in a way that most definitely had already blown your cover, the world seemed to have other plans for you as after yet another bounce and a few more smaller ones, it was starting to roll. 

You leaned to the side as fast as you could, reaching your arm out to its full extent with your hand wide open. But it was like trying to catch a fly, and soon, it just rolled right passed your fingers, moving even faster the more the water sloshed inside of it. 

The only thing you could do was watch in utter horror as the bottle travelled right passed the edge of a wall for the whole world to see. 

And eventually, about halfway through the path, it ran into a rock or a crack in the ground. The bottle bounced about one more time before it finally stalled. Though, at this point it didn’t really matter. 

The shots had placated a bit, the only ones being fired sounding farther away, as murmurs of confusion had dispersed through men on the other side of the wall. 

“What was that?

“Did you hear that?

“Where did that come from?” 

Your eyes squeezed shut, teeth biting into the skin of your bottom lip as your body just purely froze no matter how much your brain was telling you to make a run for it. 

“Okay, okay, all of you keep moving! Spread out more while I check it out. We’re not alone out here!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Okay, sir!”

However many people were on the other side of the wall scattered within the next beat of your heart. More shots and shouts began to ring out with the same loudness, now joined by the heavy smacking of boots as they moved further away...

But a pair of footsteps still remained. 

Now, your heart was purely thumping in your ears. It was by far the most prominent thing you could hear in that moment, though the sound of those harsh shoes kicking up stones without care was an active competitor. 

Especially when they started getting louder. 

Your eyes flicked to the open backpack in front of you, an ache beginning to pulse through your forehead while you stared at the contents. 

There was this sort of desperation, and almost disappointment, that built in your system at the thought of losing the freshly bought items. Though, what was the point in trying to save the food if you wouldn’t be alive to eat it. 

Within the next second, and after a very deep breath, you propped your hands firmly against the path below on either side of your body. You pushed your strength into the unstretched leg until it was folded under you. 

By now you looked like some kind of runner getting ready to do race, and honestly it was pretty much how you felt. The thought was the only thing suppressing the panic active in your chest, so you indulged.

There was this internal count down as you moved your other leg behind, even if there wasn’t that much space to do so. And then the timer went off. 

You were about to push yourself onto your feet. About to get up, adopt a sort of hunched over posture so that no part of your body could peak over the wall, and run like hell.

But again. It wasn’t going to be that easy.

A movement was caught from the corner of your eye. 

You had barely even started carrying out your wanted movements when a man suddenly appeared right round the corner of the wall, slow and intense. 

He was pretty decked out from what your panicked mind could comprehend. There were a multitude of weapons that clung to his belt, and he was in fact holding this massive gun. 

Initially, his focus was on your bottle. The barrel of the gun was pointed directly at the object of confusion, as it didn’t really look like the standard water bottle from afar, his finger hovering over the trigger. Ready to fire at any moment. 

At this point you had resumed this sort of weird crouched position, stuck between wanting to stand up and staying frozen to the ground as if you could just meld into it. 

Either way, it was the kind of stance that didn’t provide a sense of balance. And soon, despite how much the dread utterly pooled at the bottom of your stomach like it did on a rollercoaster, you fell. Right on your ass.

The gun, that you had pretty much only seen in movies or on the news, was pointed right in your direction before you could even blink. 

You attempted to crawl backwards, winding round your backpack, eyes wide and fully open as they trained on the man who in turn had started to follow your movements. And then you stopped, knowing full and well what was coming even if you got to your feet. 

Your breathing was erratic, arms moving stiff and slow as you raised them above your head with your palms open, facing the man who made no implications that he was going to put that gun down. 

“Listen,” You gulped, “I didn’t see anything, I swear-- Look, there. My bag is there-- Take it. Take anything.” 

“Anything you want.” 

It was no use. No matter what way the words tumbled from your mouth, that finger never tried to move away from that trigger. 

You closed your eyes, feeling the way your body heaved with every breath, the way your hands shook. Your ears listened out for the wind, the wildlife that had most definitely moved on from here already, or just something that wasn’t from guns. 

But then a shot rung out. Right in front of you.

It was an indistinctive reaction when your body jolted at the sound as it echoed through the large area and pinged within the windows of the abandoned buildings. You had almost fallen, your arms springing down even if you thought there was no time to protect...

You could still move?

Your eyes snapped open, the ability to take in full breaths yet to come, and you looked down at yourself. You tried to scan across what you could see of your body, that was somehow still alive, and leant on a hand to further support yourself. 

However, just as your brain attempted to register a lack of a gunshot wound, the sound of something hitting the ground stopped your investigation. 

Your head sort of bobbed for a moment, the want to continue your search fierce in your veins, before your gaze finally tore away.

The man before you had tumbled to his knees. His hands were moving around for a few seconds, desperately trying to grab a part of his chest as if in disbelief of what just happened. 

And then another shot fired. 

Like before, your body had jolted in response, still having no idea which gun it was coming from. 

However, when a particular part of you scrunched, the shock in your system decided to completely drain, your pain receptors activated in a way that you weren’t at all ready for. 

It was hard to pin point exactly where the feeling had originated as it spread like a wildfire, but it was intense enough that the arm you were leant against almost buckled within seconds. 

Sharp burning. A sensation that made it feel like you had been bitten by thousands of fire ants over and over again. 

Or, when you finally managed to get yourself to look down again, it was because you had in fact gotten shot. “Oh...”

He got you.

“Oh, shit.”

There was this hurried voice that bounced through the walls. Your head attempted to snap up like it had previously done, but this time it was just unsteady. Almost like it was moving in points.  

By the next blink, that practically didn’t even feel like one, another man had made his way round the corner. He also had a gun raised... but, it seemed different.

His general stance, the way he carried the weapon, the expression on his face even if you could only see half of it. It was clear that he had a lot more experience than the last guy. 

They weren’t from the same group. 

The man lowered himself onto one knee beside the body, head still raised cautiously to make sure to keep full awareness of his surroundings while he searched over any pockets he could see. 

And then he stilled. 

You didn’t have to move, or even make a sound, for this guy to spot you.

Within about a millisecond the man had the gun right back in his hands in a way that had you immediately raising your own despite the pins and needles that ached through your muscles.

The world around you was starting to spin, making it more difficult to pay attention to the mans movements. “Don’t... Don’t kill.” Your lips were heavy, the ability to even part them becoming some kind of workout. 

And then, like someone just flicked a switch, it was like all the strength and power in your body decided to dissipate at once. 

For the second time now, you fell. Though, in this instance, it was your back that collided with ground in a way that had your head smacking into the concrete path right afterwards. 

Every inch of your skin felt hot, yet cold at the same time. You were trying to move, wanting nothing more than to get back up and go home. Just curl up in bed and forget this ever happened.

But the ability to even budge a limb had faded from your brain until you couldn’t even feel if your arms were lifted in the air or not.

So, you just laid there, eyes staring blankly up at the sky while your eyelids acted like they had forgotten their main function. “Hey!” 

And right before you gave into that nagging want for them to close, something blocked whatever view you had left, “Kid? Hey, kid, are you... Oh, no-- Kid, can you hear me?” 

You could feel hands on your arms, and soon, one had pressed onto the wound in a way that urged a gurgling sound from your throat. 

“Kid!”

~~~

It took your brain a significant amount of time to realise that you had awoken when the time eventually came. 

The sensations within your body were either mild or piercingly intense. There was no in between. 

Every muscle in your face was rigid, aching in a way that made the want to move diminish within seconds. You were trying to blink, your eyelids remaining heavy and ignorant no matter how many attempts were made. 

It hurt to breathe. Any movement within your torso would stretch the skin closest to your armpit and immediately sent a crackle of fire spreading through it like a shock of electricity. 

Your muscles flinched, almost spasming, as you slowly reached back, trying to grip onto some part of whatever lay beneath you so that you could push yourself up.

There was no attention aimed at any sound that spilt through your lips and it was only when a harsh pain erupted, engulfing your shoulder, that you had realised how loudly a sort of strained yelp had burst from your throat. 

You fell back onto the pillow, the agony in your body burning so hot that it had you light headed.

If it wasn’t for your current state the sudden echo of quick footsteps would’ve registered a lot faster through your ears, and in your mind. 

There was words passing across the air, some may have been aimed at you for a response, but this was the first time you had fully managed to open your eyes since you had actually woken up.

Your head slowly turned as voices continued to echo, muffled no matter how many times it rung in your ears, until your right cheek met with the pillowcase. Your eyes cast through a metal wall, more so the frame of one, which looked as if it previously had some sort of murky glass within.

The place was massive. 

This dim lightly spread throughout most sections as the source above couldn’t reflect on any surface due to the fact that everything around was either a form of black or a gloomy grey. The lights themselves were also the kind of ones that aimed straight down, meaning that it would only cover what was directly beneath. 

“Hey.”

In the centre of the main area was this sort of ring. There was a walkway that cut through the middle so that people could get from one side to the other, and on either side were desks that followed the rim, a plethora of monitors and electronic devices cluttering the surface. 

Some you hadn’t even seen before.

“Hey, uh, kid?”

Your head snapped back into its previous position in a speed that felt like it shook your brain. You squeezes your eyes shut for a good minute before they opened again. 

And after blinking a few times, your vision came back into focus. 

There was this dude stood to your side. He was tall, slim in width with curled mid length hair and a beard that wasn’t connected to the moustache covering his lip.

“Oh, yeah-- Must be pretty disorienting to wake up in a place like this.” The way he sounded matched almost exactly like you had guessed. It was nice. Not harsh and not too soft. 

He held your gaze in such a way that made it seem as if he could see right through you, even taking a slight step back when he noticed how wide and cautious your eyes were set on him, “It might take some time for you to believe us, but I assure you that we don’t want to harm you. You’re all good... Well, I mean, apart-- apart from your injuries.”

“Generally, you’re good-- Or like... Yeah.” 

Your hand lifted from where it had previously flopped and you reached it to your left shoulder, slow and steady. 

Your fingers travelled lower, gliding across the exposed skin before it reached the edge of tank top arm slot. Your movements halted in the space between the end of your shoulder bone and the beginning of your chest. 

Finally, you realised where the source of pain was coming from.

Somehow, the shot taken at you had landed right above your first rib. And from the uncomfortable feeling, constantly there, from what you were guessing was another bandage on your back. It had gone all the way through. 

The dude that had been previously talking cleared his throat after a moment. He was sort of shifting the weight back and forth from one foot to another, unsure of what to do or say which then ended up with him looking away. 

Your attention landed back on him, your arm happily moving back to lay by your side. Though, your eyebrows then furrowed, realising that the guys eyes had settled on something, and it even looked like he was asking a question.

So, after allowing yourself to give into your curiosity, you followed the direction he was looking in. 

You almost jumped out of your skin.

There, leaning against the thing you could barely call a wall, to your right was a guy stood perfectly still with his arms tight across his chest. 

It was that man from earlier. The one that found you. Saved you?

His eyes were already on your own which left the questioning gaze from the other dude unanswered. At first the muscles in his face were visibly tense, crinkled eyebrows, slightly narrowed gaze, jaw clenched tightly. 

And then you looked at him. 

In an instant it was like everything taking over his features eased. He raised his head a single time before it lowered back to where it was usually held. A greeting. 

“I’ll bet your hungry, huh?”

Your attention snapped back to the other dude once again to find that there was this gentle smile pressing into his lips once your eyes met his. 

The question circled round your mind for a good few seconds before it fully processed. It had you thinking, a silence falling within the little room while the hum of electricity barely caught your ears. 

In all honesty hunger had been the last thing on your mind. To solve the sudden mystery was even more difficult since you couldn’t even remember the last thing that passed through your body, other than a bullet. 

Though, right before you could even try to figure out the wanted response was to be, it seemed like your stomach decided to do it for you as it suddenly rumbled through the quiet. 

It may have not exactly sounded like some kind of missile, but considering the building was very echoey and your lack of answer had created a pause within the people stood in the room, it was louder than any other sound at that moment. You were horrified.

The man with his arms crossed dared to huff a quiet laugh through his nose and before you could even send him a look, or give any sort of reaction for that matter, the other guy took a step back with this expression on his face.

He was practically beaming as he clasped his hands together, “Good answer.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed once again, gaze now following the man as he moved round of what you now realised was a cot underneath you and out through the doorway a moment later.

You were going to attempt to continue watching him, wanting to know where he was walking despite the context clues, but after trying to look through the empty frames in the wall, the figure of the quiet dude blocked your view.

And for the first times since your initial meeting, if you could even call it that, your eyes properly took him in. 

Regardless of the position of his spine from the leaned pose, his posture was sharp. Straight like he had to practice it many times. He was tall too, though a little shorter than the other guy. 

The hair on his head looked like it was just growing out from being shaved, the sides a lot shorter than the top. It looked like a marine cut. 

Admittedly, he could’ve done his hair that way cause he simply wanted to. But you saw him earlier. 

He knew the ins and outs, every little detail, of the gun he held strong in his arms. You saw his stance, one that could more commonly only be from having to do it 24/7. 

And where was the most known place where you had to stand at attention almost every day?

Any item of clothing that covered his body was full black, including the shoes and his belt, which was a drastic contrast to any skin that was exposed. It also meant that you could spot any cut or bruise he had very easily. 

There was a good few on his face. Some had become scabs already, looking like they had been there for some time, while others almost looked fresh. The most noticeable appeared like it followed his cheekbone. 

Your eyes immediately snapped away upon realised that you had been looking at him for so long that he had in fact noticed it. I mean, there wasn’t really anything else to occupy his mind. 

You tried to shift your body against the cot, a mixture of wanting to distract yourself and a test to see how much you could move without it hurting. 

But either way, it was hard to do anything without being able to properly use a side of your body.

So, ultimately, you were stuck. Trapped under a blanket which forced you to lay flat on your back, against something that you wished had the same feeling as your bed, while sounds started to echo from what you were guessing was the kitchen. 

“Hey, kid.”

The voice that hit your ears was a lot gruffer than expected, gravelly enough that it almost sounded like it was hurting his throat. The way the words passed through his lips were clear, but also hushed as if he was trying not to be loud for an unknown benefit. “What were you doing out there, hmm?” 

With his stance, you half expected that whatever he wanted to say was going to come out harsh. That he was going to yell and tell you off for something. But he didn’t. He was... actually concerned?

“It’s a decent walk from the store you went to.” he then added on, and now that seemed to get your attention. 

Your head rolled to the side, narrowed gaze finding him with a newfound cautiousness. 

The man in turn must’ve realised the suspicion his wording caused, so he simply gestured to the side with his head, “I got your bag.”

Sure enough, as you moved your lower against the pillow, it was in fact there. The first familiar thing you had seen all day was sat on the ground beside the guy. It may have had some slight rips, some of the material had even been scuffed enough that it was visible. 

But it was there. Zipped up and everything.

Your favourite backpack.

Despite your distance, the bag looked plump with some of the contents clearly poking against the sides of it. All of the items were still in it. Hell, even the water bottle was back in the same side pocket you always put it in.

“We couldn’t find your name in the system,” the man spoke again, and honestly you had forgotten that he was there regardless of the fact that he stood next to where you eyes were aimed. “Did your parents know where you were?”

You looked at him within seconds of the question catching your ears and that dread from earlier began to pool at the bottom of your stomach all over again. 

I mean, you should’ve expected the question at some point.

It was common for you to forget that other people could look at you and see a child, ask the whole ‘where are you parents’ when you had to buy stuff that apparently didn’t seem normal for a child to get, even if it was just household items. 

You will never forget the time you tried to buy scissors. 

But the question still stung. It would make all of the memories of countless things flood right back until it was fresh in your mind, creating a wave of nostalgia that you hated at this point. 

Your head slowly rolled back to its previous position, your gaze now cast up at the rotting, grey ceiling while a deep breath seeped through your nose. Your body practically deflated when it went back out. 

Like before, you didn’t need to say anything for the guy to understand the situation.

Obviously, from your position, you couldn’t clearly see him as anything more than a blurred blob from the corner of your eye, but he had sort of loosened his crossed arms. Was the look of loss that clear on you?

How could he even notice it that quick?

Your body almost jolted when he cleared his throat and pain shot through your shoulder that had you biting back a grunt.

“Listen, we’re not-- We’re not going to hurt you... all right?” His tone was different this time. Lighter in a way that reduced the grumble of his voice, even if it didn’t sound unpleasant. “You’ve been here for a few days so that the, uh, big guy could fix up your shoulder.”

“That’s all.”

From the feeling of his gaze aimed in your direction, you could tell that he was doing what you had done, except he was more so trying to analyse your movement no matter how miniscule. 

It made you nervous enough that your mind was trying to zone in on the sounds coming from the kitchen, fiddling with the fabric of the blanket. But that just meant that a silence had started to layer. 

“Can you speak?”

Your body stiffened within a matter of seconds. 

At this point there was no reason for you to remain quiet. It was unclear as to why it had even been done in the first place. Was it to conceal your voice? Hide your identity? 

Even then, they had already ready seen your face and might possibly have looked through your backpack. The things they’ve could’ve known about you were unknown.

Maybe it was that thing you were told as a kid that kept you holding your tongue. You know, the whole stranger danger thing? Do not interact with people that you don’t know unless absolutely necessary. 

People seemed to get stuck on specific moments in the past regardless of it directly links to a moment of stress, or trauma, if you remembered correctly what that article said. Maybe that was your thing?

Your contemplative eyes flickered over the ceiling above for another moment before they finally made the decision to move, and so did your head. Once again, it rolled to the side until your right cheek touched the pillow.

You met his eyes. His gaze anything but harsh no matter how long a silence remained.

This guys wasn’t strange. 

I mean, the concept of waking up in some massive building that you didn’t recognise with two other dudes that you had never met before was in fact a little, sure.

But there was no reason given beyond that as to why you should fear either of them. Be scared of them. 

After all the dude talking to you had in fact saved your life.

You sniffed, that same feeling of nervousness making a comeback the longer the eye contact was held. It had you needing to look away for a few seconds before your eyes went right back. You stiffly nodded your head. 

The man straightened his back against the metal, his spine probably tired of the frame digging into it. His gaze sort of narrowed for a moment. Maybe a few questions sprung into his mind? Maybe he was judging you, or needed to sneeze? Who knows.

“You just won’t.” He nodded his head once, the look in his eyes switching to something unreadable as he got the message despite the lack of words, “That’s... No. No, I get it.”

“Well, I’m Frank. Uh,” he began, dragging out the last sound for a little bit as he tried to locate something through the wall behind you, “Dude in the kitchens name is David. I usually call him Lieberman, that’s... It’s his last name-- He’s the big guy I was talking about. Dude who fixed up your arm.”

“I tried to help too, but, uh... Not exactly my field of expertise.” 

You were about to figure out some kind of gesture to make in response so that you wouldn’t leave him hanging again. And had even started to move your arm. 

But then that name cycled through your head once more. 

Frank... Castle. 

Frank Castle.

It seemed that the cogs had made their final turn once again. His face found their link to certain memories in your mind.

Holy shit. 

He was the guy on the news a while back. The dude had been deemed a vigilante as he had been running around and killing bad people-- Well, it was practically only you and a few other people that thought they were the bad guys.

Either way, after that trial thing, the man that was currently stood to the side of you had supposedly died. Killed in an explosion on some kind of boat, if you remembered correctly.

I mean, it could be that you were the one who died and this was just what came after. And honestly if you were still as delirious as you were before it might have been believable, but that pulsing burning in your shoulder said otherwise. 

So, it was true. He really was here in the flesh, and all in one piece. 

Frank Castle was alive. 

Your expression, and maybe how intensely you had been staring at him, must’ve given away your thought pattern as he sort of tilted his head when he noticed the shift in your eyes, “You know me?” This time your gaze remained unfleeting in the line of attention. 

Frank didn’t seem at all worried about the realisation of his identity. In fact the only change in his expression was done to display his curiosity to the new information. 

Sure, worst comes to worst, he has the upper hand at this moment and it would probably be the same at any other. He could do whatever he needs to do to make sure that you wouldn’t blab before you blinked even once. 

But from his worn out state, and the way he interacted with you, it was visible that he wasn’t going to do that. He must’ve been fighting for quite some time before he had stumbled upon you. 

Why the hell was he even there? Out in the open in a place like that?

Who were those other guys?

Regardless of the want to let your mind flow down that rabbit hole, you were fronted with your previous realisation as your eyes actually focused on Frank again.

You were right. Frank  Castle wasn’t the bad guy.

Without paying attention to it, there seemed to be this smile that began to curl at the corners of your mouth. You moved your head began to move back to its your previous position, your eyes wanting to find the discoloured ceiling to zone out on in a way that further made you forget about your pain--

Shoes suddenly scuffed against the hard ground in a way that stilled all over your movements. Your gaze flickered to whatever had joined you in the room as apparently you had missed the approaching footstep.

It was David, the height difference between the two guys now a lot clearer as he had stopped beside the man whose arms were yet to uncross. “Can you hold this for a second?” Until now. 

Frank sort of looked at the man for a moment, eyebrows furrowed again before he complied to the request. And the moment the plate had been taken into his hands, David moved as if on autopilot. “All right,”

He wound round the foot of your cot, taking back the same position he stood in when you woke up, “Gonna need to sit up so you can actually digest this shit.”

He felt a little bad when he saw the look on your face, though he remained still while you prepared yourself, starting to fidget with his hands. He didn’t want to touch you without permission, but it appeared that your eyes were already closed.

You slowly but surely moved the arm of your injured shoulder to sling across your torso, hoping the position would stop it from moving about too much. And then you braced yourself, awaiting whatever sensations were about to come. 

By the time a hand had been placed on your body, your teeth were already gritted. One was placed on your back, a way to properly bring guide you into the needed position, while the other gently cupped the back of your head so that everything would move in unison. 

“Deep breath.”

The pain was immediate. It was such a thing that purely seared up a side of your body. Engulfed everything in its path.

It was impossible to see from your closed eyes, but there was a reaction from the man stood to the side when a slight whine escaped your throat. He had stepped forward, looking as if he was about to reach out if he didn’t have something in one of his hands. 

It was thoughtless. A movement that he had undone the moment he had realised by pressing back against the wall. But it happened nonetheless. 

David was muttering stuff of assurance, many forms of sentences letting lose into the air. You couldn’t hear it. Couldn’t catch onto a singular word. 

All you could think about was the pain. How stupid it was that you made the decision to take that route. How you didn’t run back the way you came after that first shot. Or how you didn’t even end up trying run until it was too late. 

Your legs bent at the knees the more your torso raised, as if trying to protect it of something, which slightly kicked up your blanket and made the heels of your feet dig into the cot below. “There you go, there you go!”

It was like a ripping of a band aid. 

At first, it was the stage of holding onto the edge, trying to hype yourself to get it over and done with. And then it was off. It may give a twinge of pain that lingered more than wanted, but overall the act had been complete.

“Right on, that’s you done.”

And so had yours. 

The biggest breath of relief huffed out of your mouth in a way that had David wanting to lightly pat your back, but it could accidently hurt you. So, instead, he resorted to turning his attention Frank, hurriedly gesturing towards the thing he held.

The man in question seemed to shake his head as if trying stifle his amusement, though he took a step forward to hand over the plate either way.

And then, by the next time you had blinked, it was held out in your direction. You just looked at it for a moment. 

It was a sandwich. One that may have been made with the most simple ingredients, and was probably the exact replica of what you would picture in your head upon hearing the name, but for some reason your whole body yearned for it. 

The plate was in your hands within seconds.

David took a step back, a slight smile reappearing on his lips at the progress. He gestured to the plate you held in the same position and then towards your mouth, seeming like he couldn’t get himself to stand still, “Eat up.”

You were. 

Oh, a thousand percent, you were getting ready to chow down on something, since the last time solid food had been eaten was probably the day you had gotten shot. And even then, you had no clue as to when that was.

However, right as you were about to bring the plate onto your lap, grab onto the sandwich and consume it with the upmost excitement... You paused. Stopped right in your tracks. Eating by yourself felt a little weird.

You looked back at David. 

It took him a moment to realise that your eyes were on him again. But when he did, he sort of rocked on his feet. His eyebrows furrowed as he sent a look towards Frank, “What, um... Is it-- Is it bad, or something?”

There was a mixture of confusion and almost offence tugging at certain features and it had your head shaking immediately.

Within the next minute, it was almost like a game of charades as you attempted to relay the words in your mind. 

The plate remained in the hand it did before. You bent your left arm at the elbow, trying to avoid any movement that would attack the area surrounding your wound, and you gestured. 

The first time you pointed your index finger at him and then at the plate, but he merely blinked. So, you then did it in reverse, directing the line of attention to the plate and then him. 

Frank even seemed confused as he watched with narrowed eyes, apparently unable to deduced the situation himself which still left David with nothing. “Kid, I don’t... I can’t understand what you’re trying to say, are you-- are you allergic to something?” 

“Are you asking me what’s in it? If I made it, what--”

Biting back the biggest sigh of your life, and in the fastest way that you could in that moment, you restored to just holding out the whole plate towards him. Even repeated the previous gesture one final time to make your point. 

“Oh,” David dragged out the sound as he began to nod. Finally, he understood, “Yeah, man, I’m boutta make my own.”

He remained for only a moment more, watching as your plate slowly lowered to your lap so that it wouldn’t drop. And then he started walking again, moving back around the edge of the cot before making his way through the doorway.

Franks eyes were already on your own by the time your head turned in his direction, as if he expected it to happen. 

This time without accompanying the movement with gestures, you simply held out the plated food towards him. Franks head shook instantly, he even waved a hand, “It’s for you, kid. Need to get that strength back.” 

His eyes directed towards the kitchen almost immediately after. He was either counting on David possibly making him one or waiting for him to leave the kitchen so that he could do it himself.

Thing is though, he only gave you a reason as to why you should keep the sandwich held for yourself.

He didn’t say no. 

The plate was brought back to your legs, flat against your thighs, and then you began looking around. Your eyes scanned across any close surface for something that could be used as a cloth, something to wipe your hands with, but there was no luck. 

You resorted to just scrubbing your palms, and more importantly your finger tips, against the cleanest clothing you had under the blanket. And then you grabbed the sandwich. 

Despite what Frank thought was going to happen by the time his attention was once again redirected towards you, when the sandwich was held horizontally in your grasp, instead of bring it to your mouth and taking a bite. You began... pulling at it each side? 

It started to rip.

“What are you doing?” he questioned pretty much immediately, his face and voice both riddle with confusion. And maybe even a little disturbance. But that didn’t stop your movements at all. 

In fact the only time you had stopped was when the entire thing had been torn through the middle, completely halved. However, even after that, you reached for one of the parts. You took it from the plate, stuffing it into the hand of your unmoving arm.

And then you held out the plate all over again to the man with very furrowed eyebrows. 

He just looked at the poorly halved sandwich for a moment, a part of it being more of the contents that the bread, and then his eyes found yours. There was an unreadable expression within them.

When he still didn’t take it, and due to the fact that your arm was starting to get tired, you redid your act of holding it out towards him. 

And this time he couldn’t withhold a response. 

Frank scoffed, shaking his head in the same amusement from earlier while he stared at the plate calling his name, “You’re very persistent, aren’t ya.” 

Despite his point still standing, the consistent want for you to get the nutrients needed to fully recover, it was like he couldn’t say no to you. At least to your face. So. Frank took the plate.

The next few minutes were spent by the two of you choosing the perfect side of the sandwich and then going to town, chowing down on it like it was the first one either of you had ever had. 

And man, that David could sure make a meal, even if it was just slapping ingredients between slices of bread.

“Damn!”

Seemed like someone else agreed with you.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing all this time, huh, Lieberman? Cookin’” Franks words were incredibly muffled despite his constant chewing, but either way the sound still echoed. A laugh soon followed while something poured, “What else would I do, man? Wasn’t just gonna do nothing.”

“Well, you can add cooking to your... I don’t know, list of talents or something.” Every time that man spoke, his head lowered right back down so that he could see the plate, taking another massive bite that you were just waiting for him to start choke on.

“Why did you... Why did you say it like that?” David's voice was more monotonous than usual, either playing fake offence or he was too preoccupied with arranging the order of his sandwich ingredients. 

You took another bite, a piece of lettuce almost falling onto the blanket without you knowing. Frank turned towards the kitchen again, speaking midway through putting a part of the sandwich in his mouth, “Like what?” A plethora of crumbs fell onto the plate in a way that made your nose crinkle.

“Like... Are you lying to me? Lying isn’t very nice, Frank.” 

“Nah, come on, man, I wouldn’t-- I wouldn’t say that If I didn’t mean it, you know that-- You could put these in a-- a--  a sandwich shop--”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay,” David practically grumbled at this point, placing down what sounded like a butter knife on the counter before he sniffed, “That at least mean that our little friend likes it too?”

Frank turned to you, placing the little chunk of sandwich he had left onto his plate before he rubbed the fingers that touched it together. 

You swallowed down your bites, the act proving to be a little harder to from the lack of eating solid food, and noted the fact that he was awaiting some form of answer to relay to David. 

Your sandwich was finished by now. It wasn’t a contest but it was almost wild how fast it had been consumed. And now you sat there, wiping your hand against your trousers while attempting to get any food stuck between your teeth. 

And then you cleared your throat, your nose scrunching for a second when the action ended up shaking your chest a little too much, “Y/n.”

Frank had turned his towards the kitchen moments prior. He had parted his lips, even slightly leaned back against the wall to get a proper view of the man awaiting an answer through the empty frames. 

Now his head snapped in your direction, eyebrows raising more than you had even seen, “What was that?”

You may have made the ultimate decision to use your voice in the first place, however, having that gaze of his on you once again caused this overwhelming feeling to surge through your body. 

Your spine had straightened, this time managing to ignore the shock of pain that hit your system, while your eyes widened just a smidge.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

The echo of David's voice had caused you to turn to where he stood in the kitchen, still busied with making another one of his masterpieces. It was something done half out of anxiousness and just wanting to distract yourself.

And then it made you think.

Surrounding you was this big, more empty than full, abandoned building. The only other people there was Frank, a man who was supposed to be dead, and David... who you presumed was also most likely to be the same due to their team up. 

If they were going to kill you, or hurt you, they would have done so already. 

But even then, when you woke up this morning you hadn’t been restrained or anything. There was nothing keeping you there other than the fact that they wanted to treat your wounds. 

A deep breath filtered through your nose as your eyes slowly met with Franks again. 

His expression was practically the same as it was before you had looked away, giving you a patience no one ever had. The gaze he held was warm. Encouraging. 

Thus, you swallowed once again.

“My... name.” Your voice was hoarse from waking up not that long ago, but also from it’s lack of use. There was always this feeling in your throat as if something was stuck in it, and you coughed, the urge to squeeze your eyes shut presenting itself yet again when it shifted your shoulder.

But you composed yourself, sucking in another breath and rubbing your hands against your legs while David was still left with no answer, “It’s Y/n.”

Franks head had already been nodding before you had finished saying your set of words. He pursed his lips, finally swallowing down the bite he had previously taken.

Frank sniffed, turning his head towards the kitchen yet again. Though this time it seemed like he did so to conceal the change of his facial expression more than to get David's attention. “You hear that, Lieberman?”

Regardless of his attempts to hide his reaction, the smile was clear on his lips. Such a one that it had even reached the skin around his eyes as they started to crinkle.

He looked back at you. There was this emotion on his face that remained unchanging. It seemed like a fondness, but at the same time he almost looked... proud?

“Y/n likes it.”

[ilovechuuyakjk]

SPOILERS FROM THE FUTURE ‼️‼️

this will take place in ep from the future and will be a Willow x reader x hunter

Your personality will be based on ranpo from bsd

Why?

Because he is a genius and perfect

About the resquests I will do after this is posted

The lines won't be 100% ok probably because I got this from yt

Luz was at the portal, she watched a yellow creature with wings saying something but she couldn't understand anything, when she realized she was being pulled by her girlfriend, amity

"Luz! You were there for so long, we thought you got stuck behind! Are you hurt anywhere?

"I'm I'm fine, i saw something or someone but it was probably just in my head, any sign of...him?"

" oh come on it's not like a sore of ghosts will inexplicably appear if you say his name... I think anyway, if belos was here he's long gone now "

" Not very far after all it was only a few minutes that he had to advance " You said with your palisman over your head, they were sleeping, you were next to Willow, willow had her hand on top of your shoulder comfortably

" he better stay out of our way, this mama's hungry for vengeance! "

" now that is a fight I'd watch "

" I love powerful mothers" You said, Willow had a mini laugh at your comment

You started walking, hunter was nervous and went ahead, amity and Luz were next to each other, Willow and gus were next to you,

" okay everyone coast is clear huh "

Willow watched a red grass

" oh hello red grass I miss you! I can't talk for long we're on a mission to save the boiling aisles"(100% which is probably not how it is written, but it is what is written there)

Gus created some illusions to make Willow happier

" willow is back horay! (I don't know how to write it, it wasn't written there how to write it)

You looked at Willow so adorable that scene was, hunter was too, he heard the bird and looked in the direction to see if it was Flapjack but found with disappointment because it was just a red bird

" we don't have time to red grass or illusions! Belos had a head start so we should keep moving until we find him! " Hunter said with anger in his voice not for his friends but more for himself.

Gus and willow got sad faces and gus shattered the illusion

" yea we should leave him alone, it's been less than an hour since he's been possessed by Belos and he's probably still processing all this" You said, your palisman had already woken up so they was now by your side

Willow was trying to comfort gus which resulted, Titan you love her so much, she's so nice and pretty and super powerful, too bad you knew she wasn't doing well which worries you a lot but you're not one of the best people to comfort others, this has always been a problem for you

Willow made blueprints and started driving on them

" oh wow! You kids were really holding back in the human realm huh " Camila said with enthusiasm in her voice impressed by what Willow did

" maybe a little " amity said catching the slime by moving it in the air

" hello gorgeous slime " amity said while Luz was looking passionately at her, turning red but then she shook her head to let go of the feeling

" y/n Also has powers or is equal to hunter? " Camila asked Luz quietly so you wouldn't hear but before Luz could answer you answered

" Of course I have powers! Only I haven't shown them yet because you guys would be so impressed by them. " You said it boldly and in a strong voice

' One of the worst lies you've ever told ' Your pasliman says, you just ignored them

Camila just stood there awkwardly smiling but realized the unhappiness of her hija

" Mija you never told me how pretty this place was, the trees, the sky, give it aAAAAAAAAA "

Camila stands right in front of the children protecting them

" kids stand back who knows if that monster is alive or not " Camila looks at it strangely

" actually the titan skull is normal everything else is... wrong "

you guys watched it all strangely, it wasn't right at all

" guys what's on top of the skull " willow said you turned to see what was up there

" It looks like collector magic and the castle must be where he lives, to get rid of this strangeness we have to go there " you said making everyone turn to you

" Smart as ever y/n" gus said putting a hand on your shoulder

" we may have more answers at bonesborough " Luz said causing everyone to start walking, amity looked a bit worried but still went, You couldn't hear the conversation very well, only what Luz said at the end you could hear

" but I haven't changed my mind, after we rescue eda and king I'm staying in the human rea,l permanently, it's for the best..."

" wait let's talk first-"

Camila tried to convince but she couldn't this time

You already knew part of this story but didn't know it was forever, you have to try to convince her

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(I'm not going to write the Belos part so I just cut this part from here.)

you arrived at the owl's house, it was covered in paint with words of hate written there

" what is this place " Camila asked looking at the house

Luz went to the door, putting her hand on the doorknob with her head down, then looking up and saying

" welcome. To the owl house " Opening the door, seeing that there was practically nothing inside

you went upstairs to talk to your pasliman

" So let's proceed with everything we heard, everyone disappeared, the collector turned this all into a dream, Luz is thinking of staying In the human real forever, hunter was possessed, Willow is on the verge of a breakdown, amity is trying to help Luz but Luz is just pulling her out, gus blames himself for all this because he was afraid to tell everyone hunter was a grimwalker from the beginning and WE can't say many things because I don't know what is really happening, why all this was provoked, maybe in that castle there is something that can say more about the collecter, And I don't know how to comfort others, gosh I needed him to be here maybe he had an answer, he always had an answer... " You said sitting on the floor looking for a photo in your bag (yes you have a bag)

Your pasliman started going into the bag " what are you trying to do" you asked them but they didn't answer instead he took out the other pasliman that was inside making the pasliman wake up

" What are you doing, that pasliman was his and we agreed not to touch it " You said with a bit of anger in your eyes

' I know but hunter now doesn't have a pasliman so we can give him this, it would be a victory for both, hunter would have a new pasliman and the pasliman would have a new owner ' Your pasliman said turning around the other one who looked a bit confused

" You forgot the detail that they both have to accept each other and now hunter would rather throw him into the sea than welcome the pasliman not to mention pasliman is still saddened by his death and probably wouldn't accept another owner now "

You said that putting the pasliman back in the bag

' Try talking to hunter first before saying that please ' They said you said maybe and your pasliman came back to put themself in your hair again

" IT'S EDA AND KING" you heard hunter scream going down there fast

" they were on that shooting star! " hunter shouted pointing to the blue star

" how are we supposed to follow them?! " Camila asked in a worried voice.

" don't worry " amity says making pasliman transform " I'm a safe flyer "

" flyer?! "

Camila went to amity, Luz went to Gus and hunter went to mine, we follow the blue star as far as we can

' Tell now this could be the time ' they said in code

" Now that we're flying? I'll ask him later " " Ask what later? " He asked listening to your conversation " Is it something serious? " He asked you continue to fly and you answered

" It's nothing that serious but this isn't the best time to ask " You replied, he nodded, and you continued in silence until you arrived.

" those thing meed symbolts " Camila said relaxed that she is finally on earth " oh hello sweet earth " Camila was about to sit down when she saw a mixture of goo and meat and she pulled her staff and screamed " AAAAAAAAAA I I mean hello good sir " She said bowing to the monster, he was happy

You guys started walking around seeing everything broken or full of stars

" where eda and king? "

" where is anyone..? "

You continued walking, arriving at a place where hunter went to look

" something's coming! "

" Witches? "

" demons? "

" no it's...sparkles? "

hunter saw the blue sparkles and pulled you like Luz pulled amity, hiding your head in his arms

When you saw there were a lot of people there but they were transformed into... Dolls?

Willow recognized one of them, it was her father.

" dad?! " Willow said this looking worriedly at her dad

The dolls started to move, Willow went after her father while you and the hunter went after her to pull her to safety

" stop it's me! Have you seen papa?? Wait! "

You and the hunter pulled Willow into an alley behind you there was an explosion and you three ran fast

When you saw it, it was the owl lady

" eda? " Luz said looking at Eda destroying everything

" That doesn't look like the owl lady " You said, hunter and Willow agreed

Willow saw Eda going to hurt her dad and immediately reached for her staff but stopped when she heard a familiar voice

" stop right there beast ! "

You all started looking at the collector admired not in a good way

" fear not citizens bonesborough I'm here to stop this beast roughage! "

" I believe in you collector! " king said pointing thumbs up

" thanks best friend! " Collector said doing the same

" what the- " You said with open eyes

" Wyclef! " (he probably didn't say that but that's the only thing the subtitles are saying)

Saying that, there started to be blue lights and the "beast" was defeated making people applaud.

" yeah oh hooray I'm back to normal "

" what " Luz said looking creepy at Terra

" yeah who's got a pint of apple blood hoot hoot "

" ah timeout everyone timeout, Terra for the last time eda doesn't sound like that! She's got more a like a a cool ant vibe who pretends to be like a cold-hearted but actually cares alot "

" yeah you're real son in my side you know that, I've had it whit you and your stupid little dog " Collector looked at her with eyes filled with anger at what she said

" uh whatever all I have to do is play eda the owl lady and I don't get turned into any of those things right? Then let's just continue " oh I like musicians! ""

" your not being very nice right now " Collector said making a mini moon and pointing to Terra

" wait!! " Terra said but it was too late she was a doll now

We were left looking at it traumatized

Collector went to sit on the star with a sad look

" collector, buddy you gotta stop doing that think about what you're doing to these people! " king said trying to call the collector for the right option

" you are so boring! I'm just playing pretend " collector said looking like a child ( he is a child )

" even playing pretend has consequences... A cranky old witch thaught me that... " King said referring to eda

" you mean eda right? That's what we need! The real thing! A cranky know-it-all mentor figure no substitutes allowed! Maybe if I ask real nice I won't turn her into a puppet "

" NO! Her curse is still um.. in effect but I can check if she's feeling better "

" you promise?? " collector said making a sly smile

" you can trust me collector " King said putting his hand on his chest

" is that the little king guy you were tell me about? " Camila asked making Luz smile and nodding

" aww que lindo " Camila said looking at King with adorable eyes

" c'mon king! Let's go back to the archive house " collector said making the star fly and things start to disappear

Luz ran to try to catch the star " no! Not yet! "

" king...! " Luz stared at the sky with disappointed eyes.

" oh okay okay the eyeballs on the ground are normal but the little space cherub is the danger? "

" we should follow them! Belos is probably trying get back to the collector " Hunter said ignoring Camila

" it looked like they were playing a game "

" yeah whit some king of messed up version of my life! King must have told him about our adventures "

" do you think everyone who was turned into a puppet gets into archives? "

" probably, there are no more places for him to put the puppets " You said looking up at the sky

" Y/n is probably right, we have to up there then "

" you'll never make it " A familiar voice said

" Hmm "

" cause you guys are losers " The guy said making an L and putting his hand on his forehead, Two more people were behind him.

We started walking and they started telling the whole story since the draining spell I didn't listen half because it was boring I just went back when he said the end

" ... We've been hiding here ever since and somewhere along the way I went from being mett tholomule to man tholomule " he said making a face, we cringe and Camila laughed

" shiuu " She said making us all stop

We had to hide from the blue star and the guy signaled when we could move forward

We went to the door and she said

" we redecorating these past few months! So let me welcome you to " She stopped talking and opened the door " new hexside! " they gasped, You've never been to hexside so you just watched seeing children free but not free at the same time

" this does not smell great " a guy said

" real " you said

" heads up " A child said shooting a ball of fire making us go down

We went to the cafeteria where people were advertising their products and a nursery where the kids were trying to hint to others how to destroy the blue stars, We stopped at the principal statue

" this is a statue of principal bump who risked his life four ours " he said in an emotional voice but the statue wasn't very emotional

" it's so nice to see teachers getting the respect they deserve, I think "

" You guys really liked your director huh " You said looking at the statue

" He was very precious to us " one of them said

They started whispering about us and started talking to gus and Willow, amity went to her siblings

You and hunter stood there just watching, He took advantage of it and said " So what was it you wanted to ask? " He said looking at you

" It's not the right place yet, but I'll tell you later today " You said and grabbed more your bag, he looked weird at you but just nodded

you went next to willow

" no offense but this seems a bit.." willow didn't finish but Camila continued

" disgusting... "She said looking at it with disgusted eyes

" yeah but we're just following orders.." she said

" from who? " Luz asked

At that very moment the cluns start talking

(now it will probably be right because i had the brilliant idea to finally go to the computer and to the owl house club and see the subtitles from there and not from yt)

" attention can captain Tholomule escort our guests to the council chamber? And do it now! "

" captain who? " willow said

" wait. Was tholomule your last name all the time? " Gus asked turning his head slowly, the guy just shook his head

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We started walking towards the gym seeing a tall guy talking to the girl with pink hair, on the side was a Lady with white hair and red skin and on the other was a tall and strong person, seemed to remember a person

" oh well, if we had a group to organize the flyers can keep track of perishables and that way we won't have to fight over food anymore " he said awkwardly

" hmm... " She was thinking when the red ball went to talk to her

" president if I can comment..- "

" president?! " Luz said interrupting the red ball

" this would take valuable resources away from your guard if you don't want to be collected like the other do you? "

" good point mike, next! " The girl in pink said making the guy leave with a disappointed face and sigh

" oh my gosh, it's you guys! "

" did she consider any of our ideas? "

" no uh... Sorry I gota make sure the kindergartens aren't hunting down lockers again, it was a bloodbath last time, so glad you're alive hehe " He said leaving awkwardly

" bocha, we found...- " He was stopped by the red ball

" allow me to introduce student body president, bocha and her trusted guards Miki and rouka " He said irritated

" It seems to be just one person " You whispered to Hunter, he didn't know what to say so he just looked at you and then looked straight ahead

" welcome to new hexside " bocha said with pride " home of the future of the islands and stuff

" what the heck is going on here "

" yeah. Hexside doesn't even have a student council, I would know it, I tried to organize one but bump seis I was to obsessed and-" Willow cut amity

" alright girl, take a breath "

Amity took a breath and got a pissed off face.

" and who are you two? " Gus asked

" my little sister and I traveled for the day of unity but found ourselfes hiding since after the incident. Bocha welcomed us, se we helped her established order over hexside "

" and now we are incredibly " She said, behind us there were people running around because of children

" well, first of all... I would like to introduce my mama, Camila "

" and our smart brillant y/n! And our fellow star, hunter! " Gus said making hunter blush all over his face

" in short: we are here to help, we'll rescue everyone from the archives and save the boiling isles! " People just stared

" not the reaction I was expecting... "

" As the leader the safety of bocha's subjects is paramount and this is a suicide mission after the horrors her brudgby team faced! "

" I don't need to hear it again! But Mike is right, we stay here!

" but- "

" and that's is! "

" So you're going to listen to a person who doesn't have a plan and is only harming your subjects than a person who has a plan to save this all? Stupid " You said making bocha and the red ball look at you angrily

" Get them out of here! Especially the one over there! " She said pointing at you

When they realized we were already out of the gym

" what just happened?! " Luz asked confused about what just happened

" it's been like this ever since Miki and rouka appeared we wanted to fix things here but every time we suggest something, Miki threatens to trow people to the detention pit"

" The what?! "

" 100% Miki is using bocha for her personal desires, This is very noticeable but she still doesn't understand it I don't know how " You said Willow walked over to you and put her hand on your shoulder

" what are we going to do to get to the archives? " willow asked

" I don't know how to get to the archives, but... We maybe can get closer "

" like the titan head, That would be a smart plan yeah " You said putting your hand on your chin

" Exactly! We just need the spell! " Luz said taking your hand

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Gus watched to see if the hall was clear of people and was free to open the door with magic.

" very good,there are no moors on the coast! " Gus said making the guy open open the walls to the door

" this is where me and Jerboa have been trying to make plans to make hexside more livable "

Willow went to look through the photos when she found pictures of her and her dads when she was little, She was going to let out a few tears but stopped herself from doing so " keep it in, keep it in- ow! " she found a picture of hunter when he had Flapjack, he was smiling holding Flapjack, She looked at Hunter who was sighing his hair with an upset face

She also found a picture of you and your friend when you two were younger " aww " She said seeing you happy " They must miss him a lot... " She said looking at you seing that you were looking at what Luz was doing, she took these two photos and kept them

" plans to turn the gym into a common room? Hours for rotating on-call shifts? Is that a menu using vegetables from the plant room?! Matt thonomule, you really are a decent leader!" Gus said amazed

" have you had any doubts? " Matt said with cocky charm

" yes. Many many doubts "

" all right, time to go back on a walk down memory lane. I saw Phillip once, I mean, belos, using a glyph to transport himself to the skull but, it could take time to find out "

" remember Luz, no tricks, no ideas, no plans and-

Definitely no gimmicks " willow and Luz said at the same time

" I'll assume those are clean " Camila said

" It's better to assume yea " You said agreeing with camila

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You've seen the memories of the Luz and nearly half of it is sad

" Damn you have many sad memories huh "

" yea " luz spoke, barely able to hear herself

" I think we found it! " Willow said taking the memory picture of Luz head

" it's so clear! We can use this to climb up to the skull " luz said excitement in her voice

" finally. Let's move again " Hunter said walking forward stopping when he heard willow's voice

" before we go, look what I found " Willow said giving the photo to hunter

Hunter saw the picture and his eyes got softe

" we will all miss Flapjack, but we know that he loved you the most "

Just so you know, we don't care who you're supposed to be because you are one of us now. Never forget that " Willow said trying to make hunter smile but only saw almost tears in his eyes

" hunter, are you okay? " Light asked worried

" I... Don know..." Hunter said making Willow feel guilty

" oh um... I'm.... I'm sorry. I didn't want to make things worse " She said this without realizing it making herbs cling to her boots but quickly undoing it as she started to walk

" I... I'll be right back " Willow said leaving the room

" I guess this is my fault too " Gus said looking away to not look into hunter's eyes

" what? How? " hunter asked confused

" I knew you were a grimwalker since the day of unit. I was waiting for you to bring up yourself but... I... I don't know, maybe if I wasn't so afraid none of us would be right here

" Gus I - " Hunter said being cut by gus

" it's okay, you stay here, I'll find willow" Gus said leaving the room

" wait, Gus! Willow, Gus , please hold on! " Hunter said leaving the room too

You stared, not knowing what to do, until Luz asked you a question.

" Did you know that Gus knew hunter was a grimwalker the whole time? " She asked not in an upset tone more in a tone of why didn't you tell her

" Yes, it was quite obvious, he saw Belos' memories so he probably saw those too, I went to talk to him on the second day in the human world he said not to tell anyone, I asked him if he wanted to vent what he wanted but he said it wasn't necessary and that he can keep it all, I didn't know what to say so I just said ok " You said a bit clumsy and guilty

" It wasn't your fault you just did what you thought was right hijo" Camila said giving you a hug, you didn't know what to do so you just stood there

" So you know all Belos' memories? " Luz asked

" No, not yet, only Gus knows now, but I'll find out after all I'm a good detective " You said making luz give a mini laugh, your pasliman was on your shoulder just watching everything

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" uff... they are not coming back are they? " matt asked

" you kids have through too much. Even when rescuing your families there is still much to fix" Camila said very sad

" at least we will all be together to solve it, right Luz? "

Luz looked at her with guilty eyes

" amity... I'd should tell you something " Even at that moment the wall exploded

" Why is this always happening?! " You asked making your palisman agree

The red ball and her suit appeared

" ha, do the rumors were true. They were planning a riot, little Matt tholomule

" yea, we were because you guys are the worst " He said quite irritated now

The red ball just laughed

" no.. not you! " Luz said with the tone of ' not again '

" long time no see, human "

" I always knew it was pretty obvious even with that disguise you can't hide your ugliness! "

She looked at you " I recommend saying that when you are the strongest not when you are the weakest y/n " she said

" what's that smell? " Camila asked

" Nettles of sleep! " Luz said

" the most important rule of brudgby, always expect the unexpected " She said

You couldn't concentrate when you realized you were lying on the floor about to fall asleep.

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She threw us into detention and we fell flat on our faces, well at least you

" what is this kiki mora? Are you working for the collector? " luz screamed

" the days of " kikimora, the subordinate " are over I prefer companionship like ours, we need to mandate now, for the sake of future generations "

" ok I'm still catching up. What is the red kitten trying to do? "

" she just copy Belos on " scaring people into worshipping her " because she has no ideas of her own! " Luz said to tease Bocha or kikimora

" uh. Um going to enjoy this " Kikimora said jumping into the hole where we were making Luz fall " you think I would just throw them inside and walk away? No, I think I'll finish you of myself "

" Bocha c'mon! this is a bit much, even for you! " She just looked and left, the floor closes in on her.

I saw them battling, you're not the best at fighting you're better at brains not at fighting!

" I don't deserve this! " you hear Matt say

Camila cast a spell making the ground fall and we go to separate ways.

You landed in a place with things written on the walls and drawings of more collectors

" Where am I...? " You asked seeing what was on the wall and a stone that was also written next to you

' We fell into a kind of temple full of collectors I guess, Well that's what it looks like ' your pasliman said

" Like the collector stories, well it was likely that there are other collectors but I didn't imagine that the one we saw was the smallest of all " You started trying to decipher the story behind the images and poems that were on the rocks " Why was all this up here? In a school detention? " You were reading the poems that were written in the rocks

' Maybe you can put some in your bag to read later because right now we should get out of here. ' Your pasliman said landing on your hair

" Yea, you're right, let's go " You said picking up some rocks and starting to walk until you reached a place where there was a hole above where you can get out

' After 30 minutes we finally found something. ' your pasliman said

" We? it was practically just me because you just did only add weigh on my head " You said taking the pasliman out of your head

' Rude ' they say

" yea yea " You said turning the pasliman into a staff to fly up there

you finally got up there sitting on the floor watching hunter do the same thing Flapjack did, luz having a staff in her hand that caused an explosion

" what. the. Heck, Why do I always miss the good parts " You complained to your pasliman, they just looked at you and turned they back

" Seriously? Now? Pick better times to be mad at me man " You said still sitting on the floor

Hunter saw where you were and used Flapjack's magic to get to you.

" y/n! I finally found you! " Hunter said picking you up and used Flapjack's magic to get to where the others were.

When you arrived Willow gave you a big hug

" y/n! You were the only missing here! " She said continuing into the hug

" You don't seem to be that tense right now, good " You rubbed your hand on her back for comfort

You heard kikimora behind you and you let go of the hug

" I don't need this reckless school to create my empire ... I'll make my own. And I will start by breaking them into pieces, part by part.. brat for brat! " After she said that, a fireball hit her.

" Stop right there! " Matt said " Miki, I can't say that I'm surprised by this, as for you Rouka I know there has been nothing more than chemistry between us... However you want to take it, I - "

" it's a robot, Matt " bocha said

" Finally the girl with pink hair said something true " You said making Willow laugh a little bit

They started shooting fireballs and amity came down

" they'll keep her busy let get to get to the skull! " She said taking Light's hand and running, we going after them

" hey bocha, don't think I'm done with you... "

" whatever, I didn't do this for any of you I just wanted to do normal things, and look cool and play grudby with my team! " She said screaming and throwing the fireball with everyone

Luz went to do the spell and pasliman started to move and made her fly

" I can't tell what you're gonna be but, thanks little friend! " She said flying with the staff

You'll decided to help with yours staffs

" this is my empire now! You'll have to obey me! " She cast the spell in yours direction but Luz was quick and did the spell and you guys went to the titan's head

" we ... We did it! " Gus said

You opened your eyes and saw you were there, excitement was in your eyes

" oh my, gosh! I can't believe that actually worked! " Willow said pulling amity and walking excitedly

" oh ohohoho we certainly beamus up O'Bailey? " Camila said making Gus and Hunter gasp

" bemus up! Bemus up! Bemus up! (I don't know how to write it, it's not written there as they say)

You were happy to see your boyfriend and girlfriend happy again, you then notice what the Luz was doing

Luz was grabbing her staff seeing that it is starting to open

" guys? " Luz said making everyone go around her to see the staff

" come meet my pasliman " Luz said making everyone circle around her

" what kind of magical creature will it be? " Camila asked " a dragon? "

" a bird? "

" an otter! "

" a spoky bat? "

" a snake ? "

" an octopus? "

" you were close " the creature started to come out of the fog and started shape shifting into different animals

" it's a shapeshifter snake! Her name is string bean.. and she is perfect! " She started to pass us and your palismans started to follow her and they all went to Camila

" oh look at all mama's precious babies. Come here, come here "

Hunter was just watching when he felt a hand on his hand.

" thanks for what you said back there, you mean a lot to me too " They blushed and hunter started to cry

" cool, happy to help. "

Willow saw you in front and pulled you into a hug with hunter

" Don't think you're left out Y/n! " She said giving you a kiss on the cheek, you were amazed, you couldn't speak

" I... I " It was the only thing you could say equal to nothing

She looked into your eyes with adoration in her eyes hunter did the same

" oh! I almost forgot! I found a picture of you and him on the floor, it must have fallen when you were walking " She said giving the picture you looked at the picture first and you heard her talking

" we know you don't talk about him much in front of us but we can feel that you miss him a lot " Hunter said letting Willow continue

" we also know we can never replace him but if you need anything i hope we can help like he did " Willow said wiping the tears from your eyes

" t-thank you guys, thank you alot " You took a breath and looked again at the picture " This was the only photo I managed to capture our friendship the rest is just written and drawn " You said putting the photo in your bag next to the book " You guys really did a lot for me these months, I'm glad I'm your partner, one of my best happiness in life now " You said that with excitement in your eyes, and they also have a few tears in their eyes from you saying that.

Amity called willow she had to go but first she gave you both a kiss and went to amity

Leaving hunter with the opportunity to ask what he wanted

" Now are you going to say what you wanted to ask? " He asked looking into your eyes

" Well I don't know if you need it now, after all you already have the Flapjack magic now " you said

" But what was it, maybe I can still answer! " He said taking your right hand

" ok, Well me and my palisman had an argument at the owl's house, you don't have a pasliman so i was thinking, why not give his old pasliman to you? One thing you all have in common, you lost important people in difficult times. " You said that going to get him from your bag, he woke up seeing hunter, hunter looks at him and says

" He's similar to Flapjack and I'm sure he likes a lot of cuddles too hehe " He said seeing pasliman caressing his cheek

" Yea he looks like he likes you what do you think? " You asked, hunter was thinking and said

" yea, I stay with him, he seems to like me a lot and he seems to be powerful, thanks y/n " Hunter said giving you a hug that took a few moments to let go, Those moments seemed happy, too happy

Little did they know that the collector was planning on them.

I hope you like it!

sincerely i hope, it took me all day to write this

It just ended at 2 am and I have school today

Byeee!

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Hello againnnn xD ❤️❤️

How are you xD, i want to request HC again today xD

How about MC is famous too in her time like.. she is a singer or idol group (kpop) or model ? Just wanna see their reactions when they know, maybe from sebas cause they're from the same country xD

(arthot mozart isaac theo or someone else you like xD)

THANK YOU SO MUCH BEFORE ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sincerely,

Your fan xD

Hey there! I'm back from the dead. It's been way too long and I'm so sorry, but school is finally over and I can take some time to actually sort my life out I really am sorry😭😅

But anyway I hope you enjoy this, it was nice to finally get back to writing after so long.

Famous MC/reader and the Ikevamp bois

~Let's just assume that Sebas is the one that shows the saved videos from his somehow still working phone bc Leo invented a cherger or smth let me have this

Arthot - KPop Idol

Ah yes

our friendly neighbourhood thot detective

He's just fascinated

Ahh~ Luv, as always you take my breath away, who would have thought you could move like that *wink*

He's a menace but we love him don't we

but in all honestly he's very surprised and proud

100% your biggest fan

He's so impressed that you can sing and dance like that

At the SAME TIME???!!

He is shooketh and happy

will ask you to sing to him sometime

Under all the inappropriate jokes, he's just happy for you and very exited to see more of your shows bc he's just blown away

Elsa Mozart - Singer

oK so our favorite popsicle is very excited

Some people this that he wouldn't enjoy modern music, but I think he'd be on board with a lot actually

he's just appreciate the diversity

so anyway he looks at you singing on stage and his frozen heart just melts

instant big fan

He's generally appreciate any music inclined mc , but this?

he finds it breath taking

so he's impressed, yeah

but will he show it?

NoPPe

neverrr

he just nods his head and hummms , and if you look closely you can see a little twinkle in his eye that isn't normally there

to anybody else it would seem rude, but we all know we can't get any other reaction from him

But he is impressed and will treat you differently, with more respect from that point on

if you are really sneaky, you can catch him humming your songs

Smoll apple boi ?smapple boi? Isaac - Model

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoohoho

He blushes so hard

All the blood in his body rushes up to his head

like he's going to bust a bloodvessel someone help-

he's very amazed and at loss for words

like damn you were beautiful before but nOw???

To much for his big brain to handle

in conclusion: Isaac.exe. has stopped working

Theodorkus - Singer

ok so I think he would be similar to Mozart

He's impressed

like very impressed

he recognizes the talent

But will he ever show it

Depends

if he's in a good mood he will chuckle a little and marvel at how amazing you are

then later maybe he'll bring it up and tell you he thinks you're awesome in his own way

you know

with lots of dog comparisons but we all know you're proud Theo

you can't fool us for a second, we're on to you

and so is Sebastian

Sebastian - KPop Idol

our one hell of a butler

oh wait

no, wrong fandom

anYwAy

He's a big fan

probably watched your shows before he became Ciel's Comte's butler

He will smile and show you the video too

small headpat and hair ruffle

will kiss your forehead an tell you your cool

sorry but I like to believe that he'd be more affectionate once he opens up to you ok

He's honestly just supportive in general and actually sweet about it

That is all, that you so much for sticking around I appreciate you. ✿😘If your like to be tagged in future posts feel free to ask, also if you have any ideas of what I should do next slide on into my askbox, requests are open!

Love you all! ~Lia♮

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[ 𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚘'𝚜 𝚝𝟷 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜

(actually i wanted to draw something for each voice drama at first but. that would take a lot of time so yay aesthetic gifs!!)

first voice drama, let's go!! it's. um. kinda long i think, but listen, my characters have a lot to say ddhsfgjk. it's also pretty intense for the first voice drama, but akio is just.. like that. i want to psychoanalyze him so bad

there's also a poll in the end, so yeah, you can try to save this guy.. or don't save him. do whatever you want <3

(divider link)

(sounds of footsteps)

Eiji: Alright, here's the first one.

Eiji: You know what to do, right?

Miki: ...

Eiji: Hey.

Miki: Ah! Y-yes, yes, I do, Eiji-san.

Eiji: .. You didn't hear my question, did you?

Miki: ...

Eiji: *sighs* Fine, I'll do it myself.

Eiji: Here, just write everything down. I'll be the one interrogating him.

Miki: O-okay! S-sorry, I'm not the best partner..

Eiji: Just calm down already. You're literally a high schooler who was forced to become a prison guard. Of course, you don't have much experience.

Miki: Um.. Do you have any experience with this kind of stuff, Eiji-san?

Eiji: I don't.

Miki: Huh?? But how can you stay so calm then?

Eiji: Because I know that no matter how many questions we ask and how many videos we watch, I will still vote all of them guilty.

Eiji: So I don't have to worry about anything~

Miki: ALL OF THEM??

Miki: But Eiji-san-

Eiji: Are you ready, Guard 002?

Miki: ...

Miki: W-well, it's not like saying no will change anything.

(door opens)

Eiji: Hello-

Akio: Finally, you're here.

Eiji and Miki: ???

Akio: Seriously, this place has not just one, but two guards and both of them are equally unpunctual.

Akio: You are three minutes and fifteen seconds late.

Akio: I counted while I was waiting for you.

Eiji: ...

Akio: I know, it's impressive.

Eiji: Wow, you sure have nothing else to do with your time.

Akio: What did you just say?

Eiji: You're boring, that's what I said.

Miki: But you said-

Eiji: I know what I said, Guard 002.

Miki: S-sorry..

Eiji: So, Prisoner 001, Miyagawa Akio. 16 years old, first year of high school.

Eiji: *sighs* Most prisoners here are so young.. Looks like no one has taught these kids how to behave.

Akio: I wouldn't call you two that old either.

Akio: You are 19, right? And your assistant is.. 18 years old, if I'm not wrong?

Akio: It's impossible for me to be wrong though, haha..

Miki: B-but I'm not his assistant-

Eiji: I'm surprised you remembered that about us.

Akio: I was so shocked when I first heard about it. I mean, you two are not that much older than me.

Akio: Why do you get to judge other people for their sins and I don't?

Akio: I just know that I would be better at it.

Eiji: Oh, really? Why?

Akio: Well, obviously because I'm smarter than you-

Eiji: Is it because your dad was a prison guard? Is it because you were a prison guard in your past life? Is it because you're used to dealing with criminals? Why do you think you would be a better guard than us?

Eiji: Or is it only because you got an 80% score on your recent English test?

Akio: Hey, I got a 100% score that time!

Eiji: Oh, I am so sorry, I'll let you wear my hat as an apology.

Eiji: *slaps Akio*

Akio: Ow!

Eiji: That was a lie.

Akio: What was that for??

Eiji: Sorry, you're just so annoying, I had to punish you at least in some way.

Miki: Maybe you shouldn't be so cruel to him..

Eiji: He's a murderer. Don't feel sorry for him.

Eiji: By the way, speaking of murder.. So, wanna talk about it?

Akio: .. What do you mean?

Eiji: Come on, you know exactly what I'm talking about. I mean, you're so smart after all!

Eiji: I want to know more about your murder, Prisoner 001.

Akio: ...

Akio: Heh. I guess that makes sense.

Eiji: Of course it does, you're literally in a prison.

Eiji: So, you admit it. You admit that you've murdered someone.

Akio: Well, if I don't, you'll try to make me confess anyway.

Eiji: Wow, you really are a genius!

Eiji: Keep acting like that and maybe your punishment won't be that bad.

Akio: Well, I don't think you should punish me for what I did.

Eiji: .. Did you just say that you don't deserve to be punished for murdering someone?

Akio: Yes.

Eiji: ...

Miki: Eiji-san-

Akio: Before you slap me or punch me or anything like that, let me explain.

Akio: I don't deserve to be punished simply because I wasn't the one who did it.

Miki: Wait, what??

Miki: Eiji-san, does that mean that we have the wrong person? Does that mean that this prison makes mistakes too?

Eiji: No, we definitely have the right person.

Eiji: Why should we believe you, Akio? How can you prove that you're innocent?

Akio: Well, I'm sure you'll be able to see it with your own eyes thanks to that.. uh, song-extracting machine.

Akio: I still have no idea how it works.

Miki: Same.

Akio: But also, I can tell you all the details, if you want. I have nothing to be afraid of, because again, I wasn't the murderer.

Eiji: Oh, really? Then how can you tell us "all the details" if you weren't the one who did it?

Akio: .. Fine.

Akio: Yes, I know a lot about what happened, but I still didn't kill that person.

Akio: I didn't do it with my own hands, at least.

Eiji: So.. you had an accomplice?

Eiji: I wonder who was stupid enough to follow your orders.

Akio: !..

Akio: They weren't stupid enough! They were loyal enough to do everything I told them to do!

Eiji: Oh? Why did you get so nervous all of a sudden?

Eiji: Hehe, was that person important to you?

Akio: .. It's none of your business.

Eiji: Hey, did you like them, Akio?

Akio: Shut up!

Eiji: That person was so important to you, but you still decided to blame them for all your crimes.

Eiji: Haha, you really are a terrible boyfriend.

Akio: Why do you-

Miki: Boyfriend??

Eiji: Well, who cares about that. I'm more curious about your victim.

Eiji: Hm, what kind of person could be your victim..

Eiji: Did you hate them, Akio? Did you hate them so much that murder was your only option to get rid of them?

Akio: .. Yes.

Akio: Yes, I hated that person.

Akio: He was so..

Akio: Well, it was obvious that he just wanted attention and that's why he acted like that.

Eiji: Was it someone more popular than you, Akio?

Akio: ...

Eiji: Three, two..

Akio: HOW DARE YOU THINK THERE WAS SOMEONE MORE POPULAR THAN ME??

Eiji: Here we go.

Akio: I WAS THAT CLASS'S ONLY HOPE! THEY COULDN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT ME!

Akio: Listen, my parents sent me to this elite high school, of course, they would do that, I deserve it.

Akio: When I started attending that school, that class was full of lost and burned out kids who had no idea what to do with their lives.

Akio: I gave them motivation to achieve greater things. They wanted to be more like me. They would do anything to become as smart as me.

Akio: One of them wanted to become like me so bad and couldn't accept that he was inferior in every way, that he almost-

Eiji: So, you were like a king to them.

Akio: Haha.. more like a god.

Akio: But that guy.. he made everyone hate me. He made them betray me. They left me and it's all because of him.

Akio: It was his fault. Honestly, he deserved what he got.

Miki: .. So you're saying he deserved to die because of that?

Akio: People literally treated me like I was dead because of him!

Akio: They wouldn't look at me, they wouldn't talk to me, they wouldn't listen to me..

Akio: I guess you could say that my friend simply killed my bully to protect me.

Akio: So nice of him, don't you think?

Eiji: He wouldn't do that if you haven't told him to.

Akio: Well, what was I supposed to do? Suffer in silence?

Akio: Sure, maybe my personality isn't the best, but it doesn't mean I deserved to be hated by the whole school.

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Akio: I guess you just have to see everything for yourself.

Eiji: Yep. I'm very excited to find out how you killed that poor guy.

Akio: I told you it wasn't me-

Eiji: You were the one who came up with the idea. Maybe you're not exactly a murderer, but you're definitely responsible for someone's death.

Eiji: And that's enough to end up in Milgram.. and make me vote you guilty.

Akio: About that.. Is this whole thing even real?

Akio: I mean, the voting system.. This has to be a joke, right? Like, I'm sure all of this is just some kind of game. That Kuroki guy agrees with me.

Akio: Yeah, maybe I was.. well, partially responsible for someone's death, and some of these people actually are murderers, but still, they would just go to the real prison and not this place then, right?

Akio: Why the hell would you have to vote a murderer innocent or guilty?? This doesn't make any sense!

Eiji: You're just worried about what will happen after you get voted guilty, aren't you?

Akio: E-even if you vote me guilty, we still have one more guard here! Right, Guard 002?

Miki: Huh? Me?

Eiji: Oh, now that you need at least one innocent vote, she's also a guard to you and not just my assistant.

Eiji: (to Miki) Don't give him any hope. He doesn't deserve to be voted innocent.

Miki: .. But what if he really was bullied?

Eiji: So what? It doesn't mean that you have to make your friend kill your bully for you.

Akio: I told you it was his own wish-

Eiji: Shut up! God, you're so annoying.

Eiji: Prisoner 001, Akio, sing your sins!

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[aquanova99]

Remember your Roots

Felix x Reader

Part 4

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A/N: I’m back bitches. Bet you never thought I would finally update this series jesus it’s taken me forever. I am still struggling with those lovely messages but after getting a few more I realized they are just fans of other creators so whatever.

A/N: anyways how are you guys? I hope I can get back into a rhythm. School is finally letting up and I miss writing but inspiration is hard to come by. Also I worry about repeating things so if this is familiar idk I tried lol thank you guys for the patience 🤍

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In the following weeks you began to feel more and more like yourself. Or what you remembered as yourself. It frustrated you that nothing in your past life came to mind. You had appreciated the extra help from Felix. Both with training and with trying to help you remember anything past you waking up with instructions from Riley. You hadn’t gotten much farther than knowing it was some kind of vacation or break. You knew you had gone with friends but you couldn’t even remember their names much less their faces. Felix offered to take you back to the location someday when everything had calmed down with the Cullens. You had been so against helping Victoria’s coven but now, I mean how many enemies can one family have? You had lessons from Heidi and Demetri about what rules the volturi had and why they had to track certain covens just to check in. You would think following what, maybe two actual rules wouldnt be too hard to follow.

            You had begun to get curious. You asked Aro and Caius about officially performing any guard duties, apparently they thought it was best to keep you hidden unless necessary. A surprise for any possible battle. That was alright. You enjoyed being around Heidi and Sulpicia and Corin had showed you several old plants long gone that you had practiced growing when you had a chance. But you wanted to be out with Demetri…and Felix. You felt like you owed him. And you had begun craving his company. It was getting harder when he went on missions. Not that it was that often, but it freaked you out. There was a pain when he was gone for long periods of time. You had come to know he had never lost a fight, learned about the scars he bore, the little memories of his life before the volturi. His stories were in a word, sad. He was forced into a life of fighting to survive, anything he made was sent to his family from what he remembers, but he couldn’t remember faces either. They’re memory fading even in his human life, sending any kind of winnings was more out of obligation. Aro recruited him and he pretty much continued servitude in a different magnitude. He had left for a few years as a newborn, he smiled remembering how his strength now paled in comparison to that first year. Ironically, he said that was the most peaceful time of his life. You weren’t surprised, even now, there were few people who challenged him, besides Demetri and Santiago.

The scars. The scars were so much worse than you had imagined. He had explained about the children of the moon. You were almost 100% sure the person he saved was Demetri, but you didn’t ask. It wasn’t your business. What he hadn’t told you is that unlike most vampires his scars refused to fade. Any scratch from the children of the moon, vampire or otherwise had left some sort of mark on Felix. The trials he’d faced when he had come back to the volturi were harsh. Caius testing exactly how much he could handle had ended up with too many vampires on him at once. He had told you that test had left him plenty of scars all over, you had stayed silent watching his face. It remained unchanging. You worried asking anything more would cause him to stop confiding in you so you chose to stay silent whenever he would recount a story in his life, as if he was telling it about someone else. As if someone else had lived it. You chose only to ask if he was okay and he had only shrugged saying it no longer bothered him. That was the first time you’d seen him lie. You’d think hed be better at it.

It had been a long process. After the night he convinced you to come back to the volturi, he was only slightly more social. Nodding, maybe offering small casual conversation. He had found you in the library once after he had come back late from a mission. It had been the first time you found yourself wondering if he was doing alright. You were grateful he opened up at all. But his stories… you wondered if he would ever process them.

You began integrating yourself more into the large coven. Becoming closer to the guard members. You found a protectiveness growing inside you, it was becoming more glaringly obvious that you would be willing to protect anyone in your new family. No matter the cost. I mean, it’s not like you had anyone else. Nor did you care too much about your own life either, considering you knew so little about yourself. You began to leave the room to your quarters open, so if anyone needed anything it was clear you were available. It seemed to work well for the most part. It was a sort of unspoken agreement that went on in the castle, if your door was open you were available to talk or to help with any trials. Not that you were ever able to go. The queens had helped hone your gift and you enjoyed learning the things they had mastered over the centuries they had been alive. If you weren’t with them or Heidi you had enjoyed spending your time reading many of the books the volturi had accumulated over time. The only one who would still knock to ask how you were doing was Felix. Still, you enjoyed that he would try and make time to visit you when he wasn’t busy.

You were deeply invested into an old horticulture book, Sulpicia told you it was a book known for plants with healing properties. Sulpicia had once gained a piqued interest into the women being persecuted long ago, she discovered their knowledge went beyond what people were ready for and continued to study it over the millennia to see if anything had changed or improved. When Aro had told her about your gift she was quick to want to experiment to see if there was anything that you could do to help their kind, the two of you mainly focused on different plants and herbs known for healing pain and testing whether crossbreeding would prove to someday help any vampires with lasting pain from wars fought long before your time. You knew she meant Caius, but you also secretly hoped you could possibly help Felix. You had noticed he greatly under exaggerated the pain in his arm. You found him putting pressure on it often or would massage it as if it was sore. You knew he had more scars he didn’t feel comfortable talking about, but those scars ran deep inside him. You might as well do something useful if you were going to be stuck in hiding.

You could feel a gust of air pass you as someone rushed past your room. You heard a door slam before Felix’s scent hit you. You knew if he really wanted to that door would have been obliterated, which meant he was trying to restrain himself. That in itself was terrifying. You poked your head out of the room to see if anyone else seemed to know what was happening. Demetri came up soon after.

“Is everything okay?” you felt the need to whisper as quietly as you could

Demetri lips were a tight line, hesitant before he nodded towards your room. You let him in and closed the door to offer him some privacy, “I didn’t mean to worry you Y/n but you should know today’s trial was a bit unexpected. We haven’t dealt with an immortal child in ages.”

You felt the wind get knocked out of you, the transformation process was no walk in the park. To subject any child through that…leave them endlessly unable to grow. It seemed cruel. And the rules. Being caught guaranteed a swift but presumably painful death to both the creator and child. Your mouth felt dry, what was there to say?

“I’m sorry.” Was the best you could do.

Demetri half chuckled, “It isn’t your fault cara. But it certainly doesn’t seem to get easier. We weren’t able to bring them in before the transformation process was complete for the child. Its creator was trying to calm it on their way, as if they could appeal what he did.” You could see Demetris body stiffen, his teeth gritted together. If it was up to him he would let the vampire rebuild itself just to kill him again. You pulled him into an embrace. It couldn’t be easy, feeling guilty at cutting a child’s life so short, even if had been doomed from the moment they were taken from its family’s arms. Demetri was slow but receptive to your sympathy. His arms wrapped around you as he gathered himself together. When he pulled away he made sure to face you,

“Y/n you should know Felix had the unfortunate task of taking care of the child…”

“Is that why he was so upset?”

Demetri sighed, “As long as I’ve known him… he has always been quite good at masking what he’s thinking. When immortal children first became a problem it was made clear no one person would be the ones handling them. Still, the guard assumes Felix is fine with handling it because he is known as our executioner….Though I doubt his pride will ever let him admit it, there are some things that weigh on him more than other.”

You’d only begun to realize the tone he spoke at was so low you could barely make it out. Demetri was still working, still protecting his friend, “What happened?”

“…some of the guard tend to not have much of a filter. They simply see this as a job. Which normally is fine but regardless, the child calmed down the second Felix held them. He hesitated. Someone mentioned that he needed to get on with it, questioning when he began caring about things like this.”

You didn’t want to hear anything else, you felt a pressing need to see him. Demetri held your arm back. Your voice rose to barely a whisper, “Let. go.”

He shook his head, “Believe me I saw Caius handle said member. It isn’t—its not safe for you to see him right now. He needs some time to relax.”

You shook him off of you, “I’m not scared of Felix.” You left before he could protest anymore. You weren’t sure how much he heard. Demetri had centuries to improve how quiet he needed to be in certain situations. You did not have that luxury.  You expected to hear no response at your knocking against his door. When you realized you were and were met with silence you opened the door ever so slightly.

“Hi, are you okay?”

He seemed surprised at your presence, his head lifting up from the small couch he was sitting on. Other than that he didn’t move a muscle, his head had turned back to glare at the fire roaring through the silence and you debated how much you could actually do to help.

“I’m fairly confident you’ve been warned by my friend that today wasn’t a great day.” He looked so…tired. The centuries of not sleeping seemed etched across his face. You stepped into his chambers and as gently as you could closed the door behind you. The soft click of the door, causing him to look at your direction. Clearly, no one has ever tried to push for an answer after his immediate and probably, automatic refusal to talk. For indestructible beings you found the lot of them to be cowards.

“I guess I’m a bit worried.”

“I didn’t mean to sca—”

“You don’t. That wasn’t what I meant.” Felix seemed taken aback by your irritation. You walked towards him slowly, until you stood give feet from where he sat. Ahi’s eyes never left you, he seemed worried as if he doubted whether his anger would get the best of him. You hadn’t had a moment to think Felix was ever someone to be afraid of. You suppose that he probably should have frightened you at least a bit, but thus far, he gave you no reason to worry, “you promise you’re okay?”

He opened his mouth to say yes, you surprised him when you reached your hand out extending your pinky. It was a simple act but you both seemed to understand exactly what you were asking him. Daring him actually. Daring him to lie to you again. He sighed and scooted over to one side of the couch he was sitting on. You were sat next to him in an instant. You waited for him to continue, refusing to say anything else before he changed his mind.

“A pinky promise? Really?”

“Strangely effective though, don’t you think?”

He chuckled, but even that seemed to pain him. Both of you remained silent for a while, “You can ask, I promise to answer.”

It was as if he was already separating two parts of himself. A process in which he would remove any emotion from the events that unfolded today. It was heartbreaking to see him like this. You supposed the coldness was what the people in the throne room saw. An effective mask, to say the least, “What do you need?”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“I would never force you to talk about something, it sounds like today was really intense. If you do want to talk I’m here. But I can just keep you company. Or we could go do something to get your mind off things. Like back to the sanctuary place I found and play with the dogs. Or if you really want to be alone that’s fine. But I need to know what would help. And I mean actually help, not just telling me you need space because that’s what you’re used to.”

“Help.” He quietly echoed, he seemed to be in a kind of daze. You reached out and grabbed his hand. There was in reality, nothing you could say. If and when you had to deal with an immortal child… it would have you tatters for weeks, if not months or years. The touch seemed to somewhat snap him out of it, “can I ask you to do something for me?”

There was a desperate tone in his voice that made you hesitate, “I can try…”

“Would you use your gift on me?”

“What do you mean?” You asked but really, you both knew that you understood exactly what he wanted

“I need to not think about it.”

“Felix. Falling asleep does not mean you will be able to rest.”

“Y/n please,” he begged, “I feel like I’m losing my mind, I need a break.”

“Felix I can’t control how long you’ll be out for. You could have over two days of terrible, horrifying nightmares which would be infinitely worse. What about the leaders, they need you. They would be furious. What if they punish you? What if—”

“Y/n please. They owe me a break at this point. I trust you.”

“Felix. I can’t control anything besides knocking you out.”

“Y/n I don’t think I’ve had a break in centuries. I could care less about what happens. Regardless all I am going to think about is that crying. I can’t… separate this one. She was so tiny, so…helpless? I’ve never had that moment where I’ve had to question what kind of life I could have had. Even as a human that wasn’t in the cards. That was never going to be my life. I feel like I can’t breathe and i need a—”

“Break. I know.” His pleas had worked. He had his limit. You doubted you would be able to say no to him regardless, “okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll figure out how to explain it to the others. I’ll find Aro after.”

You saw panic in Felix’s face, “I-I’m sorry. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you—”

“Felix relax. The more stressed you are the worse sleep you’ll have. I’ll be fine. Besides I’m faster than you so eventually I’ll win anyway.” You managed to get a small laugh out of him, before you gestured for him to go towards his bed. Before he laid down he brought you in an embrace you didn’t hesitate to return. It was sad really, seeing someone so strong look so weak. So tired. You only hoped sleep would bring him some kind of respite. You couldn’t bring yourself to let go first. Finding that somehow you were feeling comforted by his touch instead of the other way around. You both seemed to realize that you were holding on much too long for a friend helping another friend out. Still, you both seemed slow to pull away.

“Ready?”

“Remind me when I wake up that I owe you.”

“Let’s call us even for the time at that wildlife place.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You did a lot more than you think. But if you really want to pay me back you can take me back there when you have time.”

“Sounds like a date little one.” You felt yourself smile like an idiot. It took everything inside of you to not scream. Reminding yourself the way he spoke may mean something entirely different.

“Sweet dreams.”

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Felix

It was a strange experience. Sleep. You wondered how long you had been out. Your senses being overwhelmed for the first time since your transformation. Your eyes were slow to open, your brain still scrambling to get a bearing on your surroundings. Most of your thoughts consumed by wondering if y/n was alright.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend.” Demetri closed the book he was reading

“How long?”

“A few days.” He shrugged, “How are you feeling?”

“Rested.” You grumbled, “Is y/n..?”

“She’s alright. Taking a rest in the garden. She has been working pretty hard to keep a variety of plants alive around you.”

You took in the sight of various plants forming an arch of sorts around your bed. You had a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, “What happened?”

“Your mate is a bit weary herself. The second you fell into your slumber she rushed to inform the kings. The whole castle could hear Caius screaming. I had given them a heads up but he was still less than pleased. She was pretty silent, just held her hand out to Aro. After that she was excused as Aro wanted to talk to Caius. The queens also were not very excited about how Caius showed his concern. After about six hours Y/n began worrying about how restless you seemed. Sulpicia and her were talking the second she left the meeting with the leaders. Afterwards she began bringing in various vases.” He gestured to the various things in your room, “She has been growing a variety of them. Supposedly calming. But she has been trying different combinations, it’s been pretty draining on her so Caius told her to try and relax so she took a walk.”

You tried to remember anything at all from the past few days. You had a vague memory of wanting to wake up early on. But it didn’t last. You weren’t exactly fond of that short time but Y/n had warned you it could be a miserable time. And afterwards you remembered nothing. Well, you certainly felt calm upon waking so whatever she did must have worked to an extent. You wished you could remember. Either way, while the feeling over that trial still lingered it didn’t seem so overpowering.

“I should probably find her.”

Demetri sighed, “Oh? You think so? And are you planning on telling her about the high chance of the mate bond yet?”

His question stopped you dead in your tracks, “Dem. I can’t.”

“Oh, come on Felix. You spend every second you can with her. You don’t think everyone has noticed you trying not to rush into her room just to talk to her. The only one clueless to how bad it is, is … well her. It’s starting to affect her too Felix. You honestly think she would be that worried about anyone else in the castle?”

Yes. “Actually—”

“It was a rhetorical question. Would she care of course, would she spend over forty hours continuously growing things to make sure you slept as soundly as you had, likely not. You’re hurting her more by not saying anything. And I am starting to grow quite fond of her so if you could, just move on with it.”

“It’s only been a few months. Its too soon. She is still adjusting.”

“Who is?” Jane interrupted, followed by Alec. “What? we heard you wake up.” She said in response to your clear confusion.

“Y/n apparently. Felix doesn’t want to tell her about the mate pull.”

“That’s dumb.” Alec stated, “If she finds out about it won’t she think you just dislike her?”

“A very good point, thank you Alec.”

You were absolutely not awake enough for this conversation, “Is she still in the garden?”

Demetri just nodded and you left to find her. Demetri or the twins could inform the leaders if they wanted to. You were in no way quiet but Y/n seemed completely unaware of your presence. She seemed to be taking in the sun as if she were a plant herself. The guilt that racked your body was immediate. You should have been more cautious in your plan. Had Aro not been there…you worried what Caius would do in his fits of anger, you’d seen it. And no matter how much the queens seemed to favor y/n…. The fact that she gotten herself to a point of exhaustion herself…

“Y/n?”

“Felix, you’re awake!” The sun was barely out. Autumn brought more clouds to the small town. Yet the light reflected off of the diamonds on her skin, you’d never been so enchanted by the prisms glittering her body. You spent the first week avoiding her like a fool, and the last month trying to spend any excuse to see her. You found yourself telling her things you’d never spoken aloud. It was as if your mind was waiting to meet her so it could unload everything you had ever wanted to talk about. She never pushed for more than what you were ready to share, and it made it easier to want to keep talking. Had she done so well, you worried about how deep you’d bring her into your world. You worried she would see you for the monster everyone else saw you as. You worried you were putting too much on her plate. And still it felt so easy to not worry about upkeeping a certain persona.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better than I have in years if I am being honest. Though I don’t remember much.”

“That’s probably my fault. I was trying to work with some plants that have been known to cause amnesia. I probably overstepped, I’m sorry.”

“Y/n believe me you have no reason to be sorry. I was not in the right headspace and it was a lot to ask of you.”

“I mean its kind of understandable. If you ever do want to talk about it, you know where I live.” She seemed to dance around saying anything on the actual subject. You wonder how scared you must have made her when you all but forced her to use her gift on you. You remember the warning Demetri had given her on that day. He of all people knew not to mess with you on those kinds of days. You would use any excuse to pick a fight. Y/ns voice still rang clear in your head. You wondered if she had changed her mind.”

“Y/n, would you still like to go see that place you found?”

She tilted her head as if debating on what kind of excuse could get her out of your question. Or perhaps regarding you for what you were, the executioner of the volturi. Dangerous by all accounts. The silence was making you crazy, it was taking everything to not retract your initial question.

“Are you asking me as a friend or as a date?”

“Would my answer change yours?”

“No.” Her certainty out measured your unease.

“Then I do believe we had made plans for a date.”

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[agentravensong]

Heya, I don't mean to bother you but, I think either I missed something or you never released those stats about the Kris survey? If you did, and I'm just stupid, can you link me to it or something? If not, that's also fine! Thanks<3

Don't worry, you didn't miss anything! I was initially planning to go through all the short answer responses at some point to note the trends in them, in addition to doing some stats analysis on the short answer questions, but I never quite got around it. Not yet, anyway.

But I figure I can share the results from those multiple-choice questions now! I did the analysis when the form hit 100 responses; it's now at 102 but I wasn't gonna redo all that to make up for it.

That being said, I'm leaving the form open in case anyone else still has some stuff they'd like to (pretend to) say to Kris (and in case I ever go through with making the fic). Here's the link! And now, below the cut, the stats:

Soul colors

27% Kindness souls

21% Perseverance souls

15% Justice souls

12% Integrity souls

8% Patience souls

3% Bravery souls

14% unsure

Weird Route

Out of the 100 participants,

39 have done the Weird Route (11 multiple times, 28 just once),

and 61 have not done it. 42 of those have watched a playthrough of it, whereas 19 only know about it indirectly.

19% of the participants would tell Kris about the Weird Route;

19% would not;

and 62% would do so only if prompted. Of these, about 1/3 have done the route themselves at least once and about 2/3 have not.

Sentiments

This is probably the one most people are interested in: from the 15-choice question, which options were picked the most? Well, here it is:

I’m sorry. - 48%

I didn’t want this; I was supposed to have my own vessel. I don’t know who did this - but if we can find them, maybe we can set things right. - 36%

I won’t try to convince you of anything. You can feel whatever you want about me. - 36%

You have done so well under these strange, often upsetting circumstances. You are already enough. - 25%

I just want to support you (and your friends) through this. I would let you take the lead if I could. - 24%

This shouldn’t have happened. No one deserves this. *You* don't deserve this. - 20%

I want to be friends with everyone, including you. - 19%

I’m doing my best to be true to you, what you would say, do, and want. I want to do right by you. - 16%

I don’t know what the future holds. But I’ll do whatever it takes to get the best possible ending for everyone. - 14%

I want to help you be happier. I hope you're getting some joy out of this - going on adventures, making more friends, and getting to be a hero. - 13%

I want to learn more about this world, to understand it. And I want to help you and the others learn more about it, too. - 12%

I’m invested. I need to know what happens. - 9%

I can’t just leave - your world can’t be saved, can’t have “a new future”, without me. So let’s try to work together. - 8%

I want to fix things, to help in a way only someone with my knowledge/perspective can. - 7%

I want to help you grow as a person. - 1%

We just need to trust that this will all work out; that fate will do right by you. I’m confident it will, eventually. - 0%

Now, if you remember, people were allowed to pick three options, and it turned out that there were some combinations of three that got picked multiple times.

Specifically, 5 people picked this combo:

Vessel explanation

"you can feel however you want about me"

I’m sorry

and 4 people picked this combo:

Vessel explanation

"I'd let you take the lead if I could"

I’m sorry

I used the results of the Soul Trait question to do some cross-analysis with this question, seeing which options were popular among which soul types, but I think that'd all be too much to paste into this tumblr post. If anyone really wants to know, I can privately send you the link to the Google Doc this all comes from. I'm not sure there are really any fruitful conclusions to be drawn from it, as a) kindness and perseverance, the two most common soul traits among respondents, were almost always in the top 3 of which soul traits picked any option, for intuitive reasons, which thereby meant that the most popular choices for those two soul traits were basically just the most popular choices overall, and b) there were so few examples for certain soul traits that you can't really say the data relating to them is significant. But, ya know, it's there, if you want it.

I could also, if people really want, give my thoughts on what I personally think of the options - as in, how I think Kris would respond to them and whether I think they'd be actually helpful/reassuring/etc. to say - but I dunno if anyone actually wants that. Let me know, I guess.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who took the survey! It was really fun and often heartwarming to read people's short answer responses, and I do think there are some interesting implications in which of the 15 choices the majority of people gravitated to. And reminder, if you haven't done it yet and would like to, it's still open!

[neopuff]

11, 12, and 38 for both holix and stricklake

oooh alright here we go

HOLIX:

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

lololol six is a real Walk Away From The Conversation If I Don't Like It type of guy. holiday finds it absolutely infuriating, she definitely knows when he's not happy with her. when holiay is upset with six she lets him know.

if they're upset at something else...it's the same, i'd say. six will say nothing (holiday will notice but she won't bring it up because she knows he values his privacy) and if holidays upset she'll either say it or six will ask her about it. he knows a lot about beverly

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

it feels like their most argumentative moments were about how to raise rex fairly while acknowledging his...unique sitatuion. six also didn't stand up for holiday in The Swarm when he should have and i'm sure it's not the first time he's watched white treat holiday like shit and didn't say anything about it so knowing holiday...that led to at least a Conversation. maybe even a particularly angry conversation.

how do they smooth things over................good question. i think six apologizes sometimes but otherwise they literally just have to get over it and keep working together 'cause thats their jobs

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

this is genuinely such a tough question for them. we know six used to be a really horny slutty guy but he really seriously repressed himself when his not-dad mutated. so it seems wrong to call him vanilla. but also he definitely has gone at least the last five years without having sex so he couldve mellowed out or the next opportunity he has will be CRAZY its so hard to say

holiday i think is just in the middle. she did some classic college experimenting but overall is happy with anything. so long as its with someone she likes

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STRICKLAKE:

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

strickler is so used to hiding things about himself, he doesn't even do it on purpose. but barbara so rarely upsets him...it's usually like, he just gets stuck in his own head about what HE did to HER and how he doesnt deserve her/etc. but barbara can figure it out (within a reasonable amount of time she's a busy lady) and tries to reassure him.

barbara tells him how it is. he's very easy to talk to and no matter what happened, she always feels like she can talk to him

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

i think probably not. strickler did a lot of bad things and barbara saves lives regularly so he wouldn't feel like he has a leg to stand on in most arguments. neither of them are particularly heated/argumentative people when they're around each other anyway

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

barbara is more experimental and strickler is more vanilla. 100%. strickler is so nervous about hurting her somehow and barbara is just trying to think of more fun exciting ways to ride him

[mlmxreader]

God that's valid though

My childhood best friend 10/10 I love the gal, however I'm never forgetting I watched the movie 'the imitation game's about Alan Turing- the historical based movie about the gay guy who helped crack the Nazi codes right? About how he ended up outed as a gay man after he made the turing machine to crack the uncrackable codes, then was put on hormone injections that essentially ruined him bc he was either to have that or go to jail?

Horrible stuff

I remember a bit into the movie I was saying how I felt about the movie and I clearly remember the girl staring at this tragic event that happened retold saying "I don't really care about it so far, I just wanna see two guys fuckin'."

MA'AM HE IS LITERALLY TOLD GO TO JAIL OR TAKE THESE INJECTIONS THAT WILL RUIN YOU FOR LIKING MEN AFTER HE SAVED LIVES FROM BREAKING A NAZI CODE AND ENDS UP COMMITTING SUICIDE, SHOW SOME RESPECT DAMNIT STRAIGHT WOMAN(not to vent but point is I get it)

my cishet isn't that bad, thankfully 😭 like, she recognises that she is a GUEST in queer spaces & she does act accordingly. she recognises that she should NEVER bring her cringefail cishet bf along, esp, bc he would be a massive threat to the safety of people within queer spaces (esp queer women). so she's good 😭 Patricia we love you! <3

yeah, I mean, I grew up hearing abt Alan Turing (bc I'm British), and like... the royal family were complicit, 100%, bc they KNEW what he'd done for this country & for the ENTIRE allied forces - and they still allowed it to happen. they were ALL complicit (but they also sided w Nazis anyway so 🤷🏻‍♂️ no surprise!). but for everything that he did, he was chemically castrated & murdered for it - he was a fucking hero, yet Winston Churchill (a fucking fascist cunt) was allowed to walk free.

The Imitatiom Game, unfortunately, does a PISS FUCKIN POOR job at portraying Turing & the man behind the hero that cracked the code, bc Turing was actually a very decent, polite, and kind person who was loved and valued through his life. berrywinkle cucumberslag owes every queer person in the UK £50000 EACH for how he butchered Turing tbh, and so do the producers, directors, other cast mates, screenwriters, etc.

yeah, ngl, I've had comments like that before tonnes. I've had cishets tell me & men I've been with that it'd be "so hot" to watch us kiss, or that it's "such a turn on" to see us just... sitting around and chatting. and tbqh, it's fucking weird - the fetishisation is dehumanising, 100%. it's dehumanising, it's gross, it clearly paints the picture that they see queerness as a fucking KINK. and like, it's especially prevalent online where someone like me (w the fuckin url MLM x reader, which you'd think would give a hint!!) has just a massive fucking block list of cishets who have been annoying & weird on my posts. whether that's bc they said something weird and fetishistic on a completely sfw fanfic I've written, or bc they've tried to take what I'VE said abt wanting to be physical w other men and gone "I VOLUNTEER!" like, no. this is abt men who wanna be w other men. go take a seat maybe erm.... somewhere else.

bc like, do I wanna EXCLUDE cishets completely? no! a few of them are decent! (like my mutuals & friends - they are nice. they can stay.), but all the same I don't wanna be treated as if either 1. my sexuality is a fucking KINK to these people, or 2. my posts abt being attracted to men as a man are somehow "welcome" to cishets. they aren't. me expressing my sexuality as a queer man is NOT your space! the same as a queer woman expressing her sexuality is NOT my space! learn it.

this is really long but yeah, I'm annoyed tbh. I'm really fuckin annoyed.

[aspenmissing]

𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Upon entering the motel room, Y/N throws Dean's keys on the bed and begins to take off her jacket. Sam and Dean are at the laptop.

"What'd you two find out?" Y/N asks.

"I'm sorry," Sam mutters. Y/N throws her jacket on the bed and approaches the two.

"Sorry about what?"

"Marshall Hall died at 4:17," Dean says, causing Y/N to look at him stunned.

"The exact time I was healed."

"Yeah. So, we put together a list of everyone Roy's healed, six people over the past year, and I cross-checked them with the local obits. Every time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing at the time," Sam says.

"Someone's healed of cancer; someone else died of cancer?" Y/N asks.

"Somehow. LeGrange... he's trading a life for another."

"Wait, wait, wait. So, Marshall Hall died to save me." Sam and Dean look upset.

"Y/N, the guy probably would've died anyway. And someone else would've been healed," Dean says.

"You never should've brought me here," Y/N says.

"Y/N, I was just trying to save your life," Sam says.

"But, Sam, some guy is dead now because of me."

"I didn't know." The three are silent, then Dean speaks up.

"The thing I don't understand is how Roy is doing it. How's he trading a life for a life?" He asks.

"Oh, he's not doing it," Y/N replies. "Something else is doing it for him."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

"The old man I saw on stage. I didn't want to believe it, but deep down I knew."

"You knew what? What are you talking about?" Dean asks.

"There's only one thing that can give and take life like that," Sam looks at her, confused, but Dean realises what she means. "We're dealing with a reaper."

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N are sitting at the table.

"You really think it's The Grim Reaper? Like, angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal." Sam asks.

"No, no, no, not The Reaper, A Reaper. There's reaper law in pretty much every culture on earth; it goes by 100 different names; it's possible that there's more than one of them," Y/N says.

"But you said you saw a dude in a suit."

"What, you think he should've been working on the whole black robe thing? You said it yourself that the clock stopped, right? Reapers stop time. And you can only see 'em when they're coming at you, which is why I could see it and you two couldn't."

"Maybe."

"There's nothing else it could be, Sam. The question is, How is Roy controlling the damn thing?"

"That cross."

"What?" Dean asks.

"There was this cross; I noticed it in the church, and I knew I had seen it before," Sam looks through some papers and snorts. He holds up a card for Y/N. She leans in to take the card.

"A Tarot?"

"It makes sense. A tarot dates back to the early Christian era, right, when some priests were still using magic? And a few of them veered into the dark stuff? Necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it?"

"So, Roy's using black magic to bind the reaper?" Dean says.

"If he is, he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white."

"Okay, then we stop Roy," Y/N says, rising to put her cup in the sink, then leaning against it.

"How?" Sam asks.

"You know how," Dean says.

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about, Dean? We can't kill Roy."

"Sam, the guy's playing God; he's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book," Y/N says.

"No. We're not going to kill a human being, guys. If we do that, we're no better than he is."

"Okay, we can't kill Roy, we can't kill death. Any bright ideas, college boy?" Dean asks.

"Okay, uh... If Roy's using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we've gotta... figure out what it is. And how to break it."

==

The Impala bounces down the badly gravelled and potholed road again, passing a sign that says Service Today. They park and exit the Impala.

"If Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book."

"See if you two can find it." Y/N looks at her watch and says, "Hurry up too, the service starts in fifteen minutes; I'll try to stall Roy." A man is holding out a leaflet to Dean.

"Roy LeGrange is a fraud. He's not a healer," Dean says, taking the leaflet. "Amen Brother."

"You keep up the good work," Sam says, and Y/N nods.

"Thank you."

==

Roy comes down the stairs, assisted by Sue Ann on one arm, a dark-haired man on the other. Sam and Dean watch them leave from the corner of the porch. Sam climbs in a window, followed by Dean, and starts searching the house. Sam looks at the bookshelves and pulls out the only book that doesn't have dust on the shelf in front of it: the Encyclopaedia of British History. He flips through it, finding nothing. Dean walks over, spotting another, smaller book hidden behind the larger one on the shelf. Inside is a picture of a skeleton reaper, and on another page, the wooden cross. They also find newspaper articles about the people who died. A third clipping close by is about the man handing out leaflets in front of the tent.

==

Theo is walking slowly up the side aisle before her phone rings. She looks to see it's Sam, and she answers.

"What have you got?" She asks.

"Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral. And I think I know who's next on his list. Remember that protestor?"

"What, the guy in the parking lot?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we'll find him. But you can't let Roy heal anyone, alright?" Y/N hangs up and moves further towards the front of the tent.

"Layla. Layla Rourke. Come up here, child." The crowd burst into applause. Layla, stunned, looks around, then rises to hug her mother.

"Mum. Thank you."

"I love you, child." Y/N watches them hug.

"Oh man." As Layla passes her, Y/N grasps her arm. "Layla, listen to me. You can't go up there."

"Why not? We've waited for months!"

"You can't let Roy heal you."

"I don't understand. Roy healed you, didn't he? Why can't you let me try?" Layla asks.

"Because if you do, something bad is going to happen. I can't explain. I just need you to believe me." Y/N and Layla stare at each other. Sue Ann stands waiting, her hand held out.

"Layla."

"Please," Y/N says. Layla stares at the hand Sue Ann is offering, then turns back and stares at her mother, who is standing and ringing her hands. Her mother nods at her. Layla looks at Y/N and shakes her head.

"I'm sorry."

"Layla. Layla!" Y/N says as Layla leaves her. Sue Ann is smiling and putting her arm around Layla to take her to the stage.

"Dear child!" The crowd continues to clap happily. "You deserve this," Sue Ann says softly as they reach the stage. Roy takes Layla's hand.

"I knew the Lord was planning. I knew it was just a matter of time." Y/N, frustrated, moves back to stand near Mrs. Rourke, who's crying and covering her face with her hands.

==

Sam and Dean continue to search for the man.

"Help!" They both turn, searching for where the voice came from.

==

"Pray with me, friends," Roy says, He then looks to Layla and says, "I hope you're ready."

"I am"

==

"Help! Help me, please!" They soon find the man; Dean goes to him while Sam looks around.

"Where is he?" Sam asks, and the man grabs Dean's shoulder and points.

"Right there!"

"Fire, come on," Dean says, grabbing the man and pulling him away.

==

Roy is about to lay his hands on Layla, who looks enraptured.

"FIRE! Hurry, the tent's on fire!" Layla opens her eyes and looks towards the crowd. Everyone starts to rise and evacuate. Mrs. Rourke moves towards the stage.

"NO! No, please. Please don't stop. Reverend, please, please! Please don't stop, please!" Y/N watches helplessly.

"Friends, if you'd all just leave the tent in an orderly fashion...and we'll, uh, and we'll figure out what's going on out there and we'll come back." Y/N pulls out her phone.

"I did it, I stopped Roy," Y/N says into the phone. Sam is holding his phone to his ear.

"David, I think it's okay." David looks around at Sam, nodding, then turns back. The reaper is in front of him.

"No!"

"Y/N, it didn't work. The reaper's still coming! I'm telling you; I'm telling you it didn't work. Roy must not be the one controlling this thing."

"Then who the hell is?" Y/N asks. She looks around and spies Sue Ann beside the stage, facing into the corner and reciting "Sue Ann." Y/N runs to her and spins her around. She gasps and stops reciting, reaching down to hold a cross on a chain around her neck. It's the same as the wooden cross on the stage. Sue Ann stares at Y/N, tucking the cross inside her blouse.

"Help! Help me!" Y/N backs away, nodding and staring at Sue Ann as two cops grab her roughly and pull her away.

==

The reaper stares at the man lying on the ground, gasping for breath, then turns away and vanishes.

"I got you. I got you," Y/N says, moving to help him up.

"Thank God."

==

Two cops drag Y/N through the entry. She shakes them off as soon as they are outside, while Sue Ann follows close behind.

"I just don't understand. After everything we've done for you, After Roy healed you, I'm just very disappointed, Y/N," Sue Ann says, her disappointment evident in her voice. Y/N glares at her, saying nothing. "You can let her go. I'm not going to press charges. The Lord will deal with her as he seems fit." Sue Ann leaves, and the cops turn to Y/N.

"We catch you around her again, Lady, we'll put the fear of God in you, understand?"

"Yes, sir, fear of God. I got it," Y/N replies. The cops give her one last push. She turns to find Layla waiting for her.

"Layla?" she asks.

"Why would you do that, Y/N? And it could have been my only chance."

"He's not a healer."

"He healed you," Layla says.

"I know it doesn't seem fair, and I wish I could explain. But Roy is not the answer; I'm sorry."

"Goodbye, Y/N," Layla says, shaking her head sadly. She walks away, and Y/N raises her eyes to the sky, then turns to watch her. She turns back. "I wish you luck. I really do."

"Same to you," Y/N says, her voice cracking. Layla turns to walk away again. "You deserve it a lot more than me," she says under her breath. Layla walks past, where her mother is talking to Roy and Sue Ann.

"Private session tonight, no interruptions. I give you my word, I'll heal your daughter," Layla's mother says.

==

"So, Roy really believes," Sam says, sitting on the bed.

"I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing."

"Well, me and Sam found this," Dean hands the little book to Y/N, "hidden in their library. It's ancient. Written by a priest who went dark. There's a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper," Dean says.

"It must be a hell of a spell."

"Yeah. You gotta build a black alter with seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood. To cross a line like that, a preacher's wife. Black magic. Murder. Evil."

"Desperate. Her husband was dying, and she didn't have anything to save him. She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy," Y/N says.

"Cheating death, literally."

"Yeah, but Roy's alive, so why is she still using the spell?"

"Right. To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral," Dean says.

"May God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work," Y/N says.

"We gotta break that binding spell, Y/N," she says as she looks at the picture of the cross in the book.

"You know Sue Ann had a Coptic cross. When she dropped it, the reaper backed off."

"So, you think we have to find the cross or destroy the altar?"

"Maybe both. Whatever we do, we better do it soon, or he's healing Layla tonight."

==

"That's Layla's car. She's already here," Sam says.

"Yeah," Y/N says, nodding sadly.

"Y/N..." Dean says.

"You know, if Roy had picked Layla instead of me, she'd be here right now. And if she's not healed tonight, she's going to die in a couple of months."

"What's happening to her is horrible. But what are you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her. You said it yourself, Y/N, you can't play God." Y/N sits without speaking, then gets out of the car. Dean follows, then Sam. They approach the tent and peek inside. Roy is speaking to a small group of the faithful, including Layla and her mother.

"Gather round, please everyone. Gather round. Come in closer, come on up."

"Where's Sue Ann?" Y/N asks.

"House," the three move to the house.

"You two go find Sue Ann, I'll catch up."

"What are you gonna...?" Sam asks as Y/N pushes the two towards the house. Y/N spots the two cops from earlier.

"Hey!" The cops looked over. "Areryou going toa put that fear of God in me?" The cops drop their coffee and run at Y/N, who takes off. As soon as they'regone,e Sam and Dean run up the stairs and check around the house. It is inthe darkness. They turn back, confused, then spot light emerging from the cracks of the outside basement entrance. Sam and Dean move towards the basement entranc., Dean opens thedoor,r and the two slip inside.

==

Y/N slowly rises next to the passenger window of the camper van, looking behind her. A large dog jumps at the window, barking wildly, and she leaps back. On the other side of the van, the cops shine their lights underneath, then in at the dog, who is still barking.

"Psycho mutt," they move on, and Y/N sticks her head over. She looks around tensely, then sags against the roof.

==

Sam and Dean move quietly through the basement to a candlelit altar littered with parts of dead animals, blood, horns, and more. There is a photo in the middle of Y/N, her face has been crossed out with what looked like blood.

"I gave your sister life, and I can take it away," Dean says, furious. He tips over the table the altar is on, then the two run at Sue Ann, but she is already up the stairs. She closes the hatch and secures it with a beam. Sam and Dean stretch to push against them and keep trying. "Sam, Dean, can't you see? The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked. And your sister is wicked, and she deserves to die just as Layla deserves to live. It is God's will," Sam and Dean turn to survey the room. "Goodbye, Sam, Dean." Dean pulls a block of wood from the wall and smashes out a small boarded-up window.

==

Y/N is heading towards the tent when some lights go out. She stops, looking behind her, and watches the line of lights lighting the path go out one by one. She turns back to see the reaper walking towards her. The reaper places his hands on the side of Y/N's head. Y/N convulses once again, slowly coming to her knees, her eyes glazing over. Sue Ann is reciting, holding up the cross. Sam and Dean appear. Dean grabs it and throws it aside, breaking a glass bottle of blood. The reaper stops what he is doing and looks up. Y/N falls to the ground, gasping, as Sue Ann falls to her knees beside the blood.

"My God, what have you done?"

"He's not your God," Sam says. Sue Ann looks up and sees the reaper. He smiles at her. Terrified, she rises and turns to run. The reaper is there. He places his hands on her head, her eyes glaze over, and she falls to her knees. After a moment, still smiling, he allows her to slip to the ground, where she convulses before dying. The reaper watches, looking satisfied. Leaving her lying there, Sam and Dean turn and go to look for Y/N, who has made it back to the Impala just as Sam and Dean approach.

"You okay?" Sam asks, hugging Y/N.

"Hell of a week," Y/N replies, shaking her head.

"Yeah.... All right, come on. We should get going," Dean says. They enter the car.

==

Y/N sits on the bed, staring at nothing. Sam and Dean come up to her, looking down at her with sympathy.

"What is it?" Sam asks, staring at her.

"Nothing," Sam and Dean wait a few seconds.

"What is it?" Dean asks softly, sitting beside Y/N and putting his arm around her shoulders and her head on his shoulder. Sam comes over and sits opposite Y/N, taking her hands into his.

"We did the right thing here, didn't we?" Y/N questions.

"Of course, we did," Sam replies, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

"It doesn't feel like it." A knock at the door stops them.

"I got it," Sam says. He opens the door as Y/N turns to look, showing it's Layla.

"Hey, Layla. Come on in."

"Hey," she enters, and Y/N quickly rises to greet the woman.

"How did you know we were here?"

"Sam and Dean... called. They said, you... wanted to say goodbye?" Y/N glances at Sam and Dean, who are at the door. They're smiling softly, and they nod at her.

"I'm gonna... grab a soda. Dean, come on, I'll buy you a pie." The two leave, closing the door behind them.

"So, uh. Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet. Our work kind of takes us all over." Layla watches Y/N as they sit in silence for a moment.

"You know... I went back to see Roy." Y/N nods.

"What happened?" Layla sits on one of the beds.

"Nothing. He laid his hand on my forehead, but nothing happened," Y/N sits behind her.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry it didn't work," Y/N says.

"And Sue Ann. She's dead, you know? Stroke."

"Yeah, I heard. You know Roy's a good man. He doesn't deserve what's happening," Y/N looks at Layla. "Must be rough. To believe in something so much, and have it disappoint you."

"You want to hear something weird?" Y/N turns to look at her. "I'm okay. Really. I guess if you're going to have faith... you can't just have it when miracles happen. You have to have it when they don't."

"So, what now?" Y/N asks.

"God works in mysterious ways," Layla says, smiling softly. Layla hugs Y/N, who is barely keeping it together. "Goodbye, Y/N." Layla rises and moves towards the door. Y/N closes her eyes for a second, remaining still. She then rises and turns to face Layla.

"Well...." She clears her throat as Layla turns back to face her. "I'm not much of the praying type... but... I'm going to pray for you."

"Well... there's a miracle right there," Layla says, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Layla turns and leaves the room. Y/N stands staring at the door, her eyes tearing, knowing it's going to be the last time she'll ever see Layla again.

[anendoandfriendo]

Our Complicated Relationship to Fandoms: Why We Don't Write or Read Fanfiction Anymore

The little wiggling back in our head going:

"Are you sure? Are you SURE that you don't like this thing anymore? Absolutely, positively certain 100% that you can no longer like this thing?"

And it's...weird. We have a tense relationship with stuff that's like, satire, for lots of reasons. A shockingly small amount of it is autism compared to, like, issues of social justice and how racism has been veiled as satire before in classrooms and we've seen it first hand, and we feel like we really don't have a right to read or watch satire because of it. Like. We're part of the oppressing class here (we are white and USian).

While this is about Hetalia, we will state that the inciting incident we describe is actually about a high school lit class we were in being assigned Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain. We think we were bothered by the fact that the teacher had the class saying the n-word. Supposedly it was to teach people that this word was very commonly used back then, and that you will see it being used, and that Mark Twain was a satire writer, but there are, you know, better ways to do that than letting a bunch of white kids say a slur they aren't entitled to. We mouthed "bigger" instead, without making a single slund in our vocal cords, and hoped nobody noticed — we think maybe one kid did but nobody ever pulled us to the side about it so, we guess, thanks to that kid. We were already having panic attacks that entire day on and off so...yeah, thank you. We kind of needed someone to save our ass there or just not tell anyone else if it was noticed.

But that happened, and then unless we mixed two different things up within the same day we'd heard that some chucklefucks inside of the Hetalia fandom had dressed up as literal nazis at a museum and so we'd just had enough of it and quit the fandom and quit reading "classical" fiction because it was pretty clear to us we were Not Safe doing anything within eyesight or earshot of anybody, without getting into some kind of trouble, because of baseless assumptions people could make about us. And we're pretty sure it was a one-off incident but it was literally between 2012 and 2016, and our mother was and still is a helicopter parent who likely doesn't know how to think very well about the sources she reads from. We'd overheard this...somehow? We don't know how though. And so we just dropped the fandom like a hot potato onto the cement.

We dropped our warrior cats fandom pretty soon after because we think that's when forums were fading in popularity, and we just needed to get out of [REDACTED] and if our warrior cats fanfic was destroyed between the move from [REDACTED] to university or we had to destroy evidence of any fandom ourselves, we would do it. We can come back to it later, we said, but we figured and had a feeling it wouldn't be that easy...

And people always say that nobody cares, but like, if that was truly the case we wouldn't be suffering this exactly problem at this very exact moment, so we don't wanna hear "nobody cares Rusanya," we wanna hear promises that everyone who did us this wrong will be burned down.

It's "letting the trauma and our abusers win," if we acknowledge it in any way besides being disparaging of any of this, so projecting anything onto any character is not an option. Anything short of them giving us a pleading apology and seeing the horror in their eyes as they come onto harm in a way that allows us to see it is not satisfactory as a "winning" condition. We want to hear that Stacy died of brain cancer, or whatever, and go to her funeral just to piss on her grave. We want to see the world burn and we want the people who caused its burning to be horrified when it sears the skin off of their faces.

But that's. Literally antithetical to what we do and believe these days...do you see what we're gettin' at here?

Anyways, we never posted any of our crappy fanfiction online. We have some original writing on one or two dreamwidths we plan to revive, but we don't have fanfiction that has survived our purge. We don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing. People can't trace anything back to us and these vile thoughts, bur it'd be nice to see who wrote what in hindsight now that we've discovered our endogenicity, plurality, natural multiplicity, whatever you call it, to see who interpreted what in which kind of light and which of us vented the most by writing (and who stayed the quietest even when they did have a voice).

- Equinox, Hailey (Admin)

[insertdisc5]

Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk

[makeste]

BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

ffkdjslk

“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

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STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit

[sunghun]

enhypen teaching you how to ride a skateboard

requested; yes!

warnings; mentions of blood?? idk

note; i can’t skateboard for the life of me but the thought of skater!boyfriend enha just hits different

희승 | heeseung;

you don’t even have to ask him to teach you

ya’ll will just be chilling at the park

and suddenly he turns to you and is like

“hey babe wanna learn how to ride a skateboard?”

at first you’re kind of skeptical....

“do you even know how to ride a skateboard??”

and he’ll just look at you like :[

so you agree and he’s actually a really good teacher

he’s very patient

doesn’t mind if you lose your balance and fall on him

“you can do it y/n i believe in you!”

if only you believed you :’)

no but when you can finally ride by yourself he will be The Most Proud™️

“do you see that? that’s my baby!! woohoo go y/n!!!”

pls he’s so embarrassing

but you love him anyway

제이 | jay;

jay as ur hot skater bf.....

now there’s a thought

when you first met him he came off as kinda cold and unapproachable

but really he was just shy and didn’t know how to talk to you

okay i’m getting off topic here so maybe i’ll make a separate post about my thoughts on this idk

BUT

now that you guys are together

people are like . majorly confused

bc you’re so nice? and easy to talk to??

and jay is. well. jay

but one day you two were taking a walk together and being all cute and whatnot

and you happened to pass by a skatepark

and you just make an offhand comment about how cool the kids there look and how you wished you could do that

so naturally jay is just like “umm hello i’m right here??”

and thus behind him trying to teach you

key word: trying

because apparently you have like . really bad balance

“angel, i love you, but please try holding onto my hand a little less tight.”

he’s so soft and gentle with you tho 🥺🥺

and everyone is just like omg. he does have a heart after all <3

제이크 | jake;

he will get so soft if you ask him to teach you how to ride a skateboard

literally is just the 🥺 emoji

“ you mean 🥺 you want me to teach you 🥺 how to skateboard 🥺 ??”

“yes....? i mean if u don’t want to-“

“I’LL DO IT.”

will be so supportive even if you fall flat on your face

“nice one babe!!”

but if you actually get hurt you’ll probably have to stop him from calling an ambulance or smth

“Y/N you’re BLEEDING.”

“babe i just skinned my knee it’s not that bad”

once you do learn how to skate tho....

you two will be sickeningly cute like wearing matching flannels and stuff.

pls ya’ll are the softest pair of skaters 🤧

성훈 | sunghoon;

he’d probably act like it’s some huge inconvenience at first

“i mean if i have to 🙄”

but if you even think about asking someone else to teach you he’ll turn into the poutiest baby

“i mean i could always ask jay-“

“sorry what was that i can’t hear you over the sound of you BOYFRIEND trying to teach you how to ride a skateboard.”

might pretend he doesn’t care to try and be ‘cool’ but if you get hurt for Realsies he would absolutely freak out

but like. quietly

after like a week of constantly skinning your elbows and knees he just shows up one day with elbow and knee pads

and if you ask him what they’re for he’d just be like

“i don’t like seeing you get hurt.”

could’ve fooled me with all those times he laughed his ass off when you fell off the board

anyways once you learn how he would be soooo cocky about and brag to literally

“yeah i guess you could say i’m like the greatest teacher ever.”

선우 | sunoo;

why do i feel like sunoo would be the best teacher??

when you ask him he would be so excited.

omg can u imagine

matching skateboards 🥺🥺

is so so supportive

but will still laugh hysterically if you fall off and aren’t in extreme pain

“aww i’m sorry u fell baby :( are you okay?”

“sunoo you were cackling like 30 seconds ago”

would let you wear his beanies for ‘extra protection’

will probably be more excited than you when you can ride by yourself

“my baby’s all grown up now :’)”

going on skatepark dates <3

정원 | jungwon;

would offer to teach you after seeing you sitting by yourself and just watching him

“are you sure wonie?? i don’t wanna intrude on smth that’s just yours”

but of course he’s sure :(

he wants to share everything with you <3

would let you use his favorite board just bc you said it was pretty once

he’d be really patient and mostly let you go at your own pace

won’t say anything about how hard you’re gripping his hand/arm

always has bandaids on hand in case you get hurt

lowkey gets a little sad once you can do it by yourself

bc now you don’t have any reason to hold onto him :(

but then you start holding his hand while you two skate together so he gets over it pretty quick

니키 | niki;

“hey babe have you ever tried skateboarding??”

underestimates just how bad you are

like when you told him you couldn’t balance yourself on a skateboard to save your life

he just thought you were being dramatic

but after the third time of you not being able to skate by yourself for 5 seconds without falling off

he was like “okay maybe i was wrong”

after that he’s a lot more careful

tries to be encouraging

“omg baby you stayed on the board for 10 seconds before face-planting!! good job!!!”

buys you your own skateboard for your birthday

will probably write something cringey like ‘niki + y/n 4ever’ inside a heart on the bottom of his board

would 100% try to teach you how to do tricks the second you can ride by yourself

all in the name of love of course

[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

[kiridarling]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒

izuku midoriya | ft. ceo!au + praise + exhibitionism + breaking and entering + body worship + f!reader + more! minors dni.

— 3.8k words

“When I saw you this evening, in that ballgown, I knew I just had to have you. But I can't be a gentleman for much longer, as much as I'd like to."

You’ve always hated Chopin.

“L’œuf mimosa, Madame?”

After turning down the poor waiter whose arms quiver under the weight of the plates, you turn back to your red wine and people-watching. The ballroom is full of golds and reds, the amber lighting illuminating the intricately decorated walls. And you sit in the middle of it all—you and your 147 billion net-worth, with a ball gown that’s caught at least half the aristocratic asshole’s attention, not that they were very loyal to their wives in the first place.

You're not here for their attention, though. You’re strictly here for business—and frankly, you want to do nothing more than sock these fat business moguls in their chubby faces until their teeth fall out and demand they pay their taxes. But, seeing as you’re the only woman here who isn’t a gold-digging wife, you bite your tongue.

You’ve always dreaded black tie events, but as you’ve said, duty calls.

A whine filters through the speakers, followed by two amplified taps and a clear of a throat. The murmur down as the auction's owner takes the center of the stage, stilling in front of the next piece of art—hidden behind a black veil—before adjusting the tie to his business suit.

“I’m glad that you all could be with us tonight. I have both a great privilege and honor to host this event,” he announces, bulbous head already growing damp under the heat of the stage lights. “Now that we're almost at the end, I'm sure you won't be disappointed. Saving the best for last, as one does."

He includes a casual wave to his comment and the audience erupts in a flurry of chuckles, though not for long. As he walks over to the piece, hand raised and ready to reveal, silence seizes the room by the neck.

"Well. Shall we?”

The audience balances on the edges of their seats, with millions of wide eyes and thrumming chests in anticipation. A smooth flick of a hand and the black sheet is removed, and there sits the only piece you’ve had your eyes on all night. She’s even more beautiful up close.

“El Bacio, The Kiss. Francesco Hayez, 1859.”

The grip around your glass tightens. The brilliant blue from the woman’s dress in the oil painting may as well burn your eyes, and the surrounding murmurs peak with your interest. You know it's yours without question, though—you can outbid almost anyone in this room. Anyone that matters, anyway.

“This is the original version, originally commissioned by Count Alfonso Maria Visconti of Saliceto. It was donated to the Pinacoteca di Brera in 1886 and went missing in 1937. Starting at ten million.”

You try not to scowl. The fucker jacked up the price by two million.

“Twelve million,” the man says as he recognizes whoever lifted a hand. You sit tight, your hands throbbing in your lap for the right moment as you survey the room for anyone who could possibly pose a threat. You find none.

The bidding continues. The price elevates from twelve million to fifteen to thirty to fifty. You raise a hand, finally, fingers splayed wide and confident to signify a five.

“Fifty-five million.”

The room falls silent; you try not to smile. You know for a fact no one wants this painting more than you do, and you’re determined to have it.

“No one else?”

His eyes scan the room but no one makes a motion. It’s yours.

Until there’s movement from your peripheral.

“Sixty million!”

You eye whoever had the audacity to raise their hand, only to be met with a rather peculiar sight—a man, roughly your age, with slicked-back green hair and a hand twice the size of yours, lifted lazily in the air.

With a huff, you find yourself thrusting another five into the air.

“Sixty-five millio—Seventy million!”

You know that green-haired (probably) trust fund baby has got to be doing this for fun because the poorly hidden smirk hidden behind the hand he rests his chin on is more than obvious.

You dislike him already, immediately categorizing him with the rest—another sleazeball.

“Seventy-five million!”

“Eighty million!”

“One hundred million!”

In your defense, you were getting frustrated.

Either way, the green-haired stranger backs off with a nonchalant shrug, and it makes you burn this discontent. The business mogul-turned-auctioneer steps off the stage for another twenty-minute intermission and folks turn to one another for conversation. You sigh, simply satisfied that you’ve gotten what you came for.

You find yourself faintly puzzled by the boy with the green hair, and you're sure it's solely due to his age. Frankly, you've been the only one under thirty in the Top 100 Richest People since you achieved such a feat, and the fact that you haven't heard of him is...puzzling. But it doesn't matter. Clearly, he’s just another fellow looking to put another pretty thing in his foyer—you doubt he knows a thing about art, and definitely not an appreciation for it. You find solace in the fact that it's the new addition to your precious art collection instead, and will be owned and taken care of by someone who actually enjoys it.

“Good evening.”

You jump. Wrapped up in all of your inner turmoil (complemented by inner bragging, naturally) you fail to notice the greenette cross the expanse of the ballroom and make himself comfortable in the open seat next to you, despite your lack of approval.

“Hello,” you say, unsure of why he's here. He offers a hand to shake, Rolex glinting under the golden lighting.

“Izuku Midoriya,” he introduces, and you suppose shaking his hand won’t hurt.

“Your name?” He snorts, raising a cocky eyebrow. You scowl.

“Does it matter?”

“Not particularly.” Izuku rests his forearms on the table as his evergreen eyes rake your figure up and down. “But if you prefer to remain nameless, be my guest.”

“[Y/N].”

“Hmm?”

“My name,” you clarify. “It’s [Y/N].”

You’re not exactly sure what possessed you to tell him your name so easily. Maybe the fact that most already know who you are, and the fact that this man—this stranger—doesn’t know who you are, irks you a bit.

Okay. It irks you a lot.

“Well, Miss [Y/N],” Izuku tilts his head sideways. “I think that’s a very pretty name.”

Your body betrays you with a light gasp. Stupid thing.

“Well. I’m bored,” Izuku announces childishly, relaxing against the chair. “Lets go somewhere.”

You roll your eyes at his asserted dominance—in no way does he expect you to go with him, does he? You raise an eyebrow.

“No.”

Izuku clicks his tongue as if it were a buzzer, and more importantly, as if you were wrong. “Why?”

That has you scoffing. “I don’t know you.”

Izuku’s eyes flash with a challenge and it’s gone just as quickly. He leans forwards, crowding your personal space yet again.

“I told you my name, no?”

“You did,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest and straightening your back. You feel too small. “But I know nothing about you.“

“Well,” Izuku places an inquisitive finger on his lips, and it’s almost mocking, the way he takes a moment to think about it. “My name is Izuku Midoriya. I like...katsudon and hero movies. I’m here because I have too much time and money on my hands, and I’m, most importantly, bored.”

Your eyes narrow. “What do you do for a living?”

Izuku’s lip curls, and it’s downright sinister, “I'll tell you if you come with me."

You roll your eyes, and he takes both your hands in his. You don’t pull away, but you don’t reciprocate it either.

“Where?”

Izuku shrugs, “Wherever the wind takes us.”

Your stomach growls loudly, interrupting your fairly intimate conversation and dying your cheeks pink. Izuku raises an eyebrow.

“I heard they’re feeding us escargo for dinner.”

“Ugh,” you sigh, shoulder sagging. “Looks like I’m not eating, then.”

But there’s a glint in his eyes, and you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t one in your own. There's an ebb in the discourse, a beat, before Izuku's nodding towards the exit.

“Fast food?”

Wendy’s hits different during a Parisian midnight.

“—and so I had to be like: No Kacchan, you can’t hotwire his car to blow just because your food was, and I quote, lukewarm.”

You snicker behind a fist, digging your fancy heels into the grimy cement sidewalk, Wendy’s frostee in hand. Izuku hasn’t let go of your hand since you two left the fast-food joint, and for some reason, you haven’t pulled away.

"Violence seems to be a reoccurring theme with your friend," you say, laughing when Izuku nods in agreement, eyes stuck on the full moon hanging high in the air.

"You remind me of him, actually."

You raise an eyebrow, unable to see the correlation at all, "Because I'm a loud and angry and I like to blow things up."

"Or, because you're strong—independent. The type of woman to make men turn tail and run, you know?" Izuku turns to you with a lopsided grin.

You hum, averting your eyes to the moon. It's a stupid question, one that's all too loaded yet empty at the same time, and you hate that you hesitate to ask it.

"Why haven't you ran, then?"

"Easy." Izuku lets a smooth shrug roll off his shoulders, "I like strong women."

He continues to pull you to an undisclosed destination, the two of you stumbling through the heart of Paris with his suit jacket around your goosebump-ridden shoulders. People stare, but for the first time in forever, you find that you don't care much.

Finally, you two reach Izuku's "big reveal." You gaze at the magnificently lit french building in confusion, the golden under lights contrasting both of your beings against the navy blue sky.

"The Louvre?"

"Mhm," Izuku says, and he looks more than giddy. "Have you been?"

"Once," your voice is weary and you're sure he senses it, his grip tightening around your own. "For a fundraiser...but it's midnight Izuku, ho—"

But he's already tugging you to the right, dipping between columns and arches until you reach the back of the building. Izuku turns to you and whispers:

"Watch this."

It's hard to tell what he did exactly, especially with no light—it's just a bunch of jingles and ticks. Though, the moment you can't escape the sense that this is beyond sketchy, a lock clicks, and a door whines open.

"Hurry. And take your heels off," Izuku whispers, tilting his head towards the entrance. You hear the crunch of a leaf and see the beginning of a white flashlight curl around the building and fuck, this place has to be crawling with security guards, doesn't it?

"Don't tell me what to do," you grumble...as you take off your shoes. (Because you were going to do it anyway.) You enter and he closes the door behind the two of you, submerging you both in complete darkness.

"Security's only on the outside," Izuku grins. "They don't expect us to get inside, so as long as we're quiet, it should be fine."

"Until we have to get back out again," you say, huffing. Your heart pounds from the adrenaline because frankly, you've never been one for adventures, and breaking into a historical french museum is miles out of your comfort zone. "Seriously, did you think this through at all? What happens when we get caught?"

Izuku sighs, turning to you with a pout before grabbing your free hand again. "Women worry too much. C'mon—I wanna explore."

"You—let go, you misogynistic assho—"

You're cut off by a finger to your lips. Izuku bends down so he’s looking at you straight on, eyes dark as he sternly whispers, "Do you want us to get caught?"

It's not the prospect of getting caught that makes you falter, though—it's the way his stare pins you in place, voice swollen with that air of dominance you claim to hate. You have to tighten your grip on your heels to ensure they don't hit the ground.

"Now," Izuku‘s strangely childish manner returns, tugging your hand once your panicked whisper-yelling ceases, "Shall we?"

You roll your eyes, but your bare feet patter against the cold Louvre tile anyway. And you've got to say, the museum is much nicer when it isn't crawling with people.

"Mona Lisa's forehead is bigger than I thought," Izuku observes with a finger on his lip. He's on the wrong side of the railing, his nose close to kissing the glass protecting the piece. You snort, dropping your head to pinch the bridge. He turns to give you a weird look.

"What?"

"Nothing, just," you shake your head, the cool wood of the railing digging into your forearms. "Did you actually want that painting?"

Izuku frowns. "Which one?"

"El Bacio."

"Mm," the greenette hums as he thinks, blinking to the corner of the room."I suppose. You seemed like you wanted it more, though."

You roll your eyes, "So you cap at eighty million?"

Izuku shrugs, hopping the railing. Seems like he's finally done insulting poor Lisa, "I capped when you started to sweat."

You huff, but stomping instead of walking isn't so intimidating when you're barefoot. "I wasn't sweating."

You see a hidden smirk on Izuku's face once you catch up to him, and it's frustrating and insulting, to say the least. Both of you proceed down a hall of statues. "You're much easier to read than you think, Miss [Y/N]."

"And you're not as perceptive as you think, Mister Midoriya."

Izuku chuckles at that, shaking his head. "Well played, Miss [Y/N]. Well played."

You're not sure why your chest swells, but it does, and it takes both you and your limited lung capacity off guard. But you don't have much time to sort it out—Izuku's grabbing your hand again, and redirecting your attention to the last statue in the hall. You recognize it and frown.

“Cupid and Psyche?”

The silver moonlight pours in through the window, spilling down Cupid’s tipped wings and the softest points of the Psyche’s curves. Izuku hums in confirmation, hands sliding to encompass your hips as his chin hooks on your shoulder.

"Well done, Miss [Y/N]."

His voice deepens—it's coarse and heady, and gets your blood rushing in a way breaking and entering never could have.

"Amore e Psiche, Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss. Antonio Canova, 1793."

You fail to understand why this statue stood out to him compared to all the others, but the circles Izuku’s thumb presses into your hips signifies that you’ll find out soon.

"Cupid represents desire, and Psyche, the human soul," Izuku says, running his hands up your sides. "Together, they make the perfect union."

Dipping his nose into your neck, Izuku inhales, and the hands around your waist tighten, if the smallest bit. "Psyche was the prettiest woman in the world; so pretty she rivaled Venus' beauty with her own. It didn't matter if it broke rules—Cupid knew he had to have her."

The gentle nudge of a neck evolves into a set of butterfly kisses, tracing the column of your neck until his mouth reaches your ear. A hand slides to gently cup your breast, and the other to your thigh.

"Miss [Y/N], when I saw you this evening, in that ballgown, I knew I just had to have you. But I can't be a gentleman for much longer, as much as I'd like to." Izuku groans into your neck, hips gently grinding forwards. "So, it's up to you what we do next—I could drop you off at your home to probably never see you again, or...”

Izuku shifts, and you can feel his hardening cock against your back. “I can bend you over right here. Your choice.”

You hesitate, determined to think this through—but Izuku's wandering hands and rutting hips prove to be too much of a distraction.

"Fine," is all you say, before whirling around, grabbing the greenette by his dress shirt, and slamming your lips onto his.

Izuku kisses back with a grin—like he knew you were going to say yes—and places his hands around your waist yet again, backing you up against the marble statue.

"Sit on the platform," he breathes into your mouth. You frown.

"Like, the platform to the statue? Caus—"

"Yes on the statue, now sit," Izuku demands, but he doesn't give you much room to protest, forcing you onto the marble platform. Hiking your dress to your waist, Izuku's calloused palms slide up your inner thighs, spreading them apart to make room for himself in between. He pauses.

"No panties?"

You flush red—from the exposure or the comment, you aren't sure—but you huff in defiance nevertheless, determined to stand your ground and keep some of your dignity. (Though you're positive Izuku can feel you shaking already.)

"I'm wearing a dress," you defend weakly.

Izuku hums behind a bitten lip, lying a heavy thumb on your clit. It's enough pressure to make your thighs tense but not much else, until it flicks downwards.

"I wanna taste you," Izuku growls with dilated pupils once he finally tears his gaze from your exposed body. "Can I?"

Heat surges through your veins, and you let him pry your thighs apart as you respond with an unsteady, "Yeah—yeah, that's fine."

Izuku's chest rumbles with a growl as he closes in on your pussy, hands gripping underneath your thighs. You whimper when he trails butterfly kisses down your inner legs, the grip you have around the skirt of your dress tightening.

"So pretty," Izuku groans, chuckling when you shiver as he flattens his tongue against your slit, "My Goddess."

With that he dives in, almost sending you toppling with the force. The moonlight dyes his green locks a navy blue, and you can't resist seizing them into a fist when he pushes a finger in.

"Feel good, Gorgeous?" Izuku says with a knowing smirk on his sinfully glossed lips. Another digit enters and it has your toes curling as you nod. “Shit, you’re tight.”

Izuku spits on your pussy and it’s downright dirty, before looks at you under forest green eyelashes, the other hand finally letting go of your thigh in favor for pulling at the top of your dress.

“Izuku, wha—“

“I wanna see your tits,” he huffs. You’d laugh at his enthusiasm if you weren’t so aroused, and you find your hands joining in the flurry. The moment they’re free, Izuku’s mouth latches onto your breast in an instant.

“F-Fuck, ‘Zuku—“

“You sound so good when you moan my name, sweetheart,” Izuku groans, and you jolt as he tweaks a bud.

“Say it again.”

He pinches your nipple and clit at the same time, and it has your legs kicking as you squeal his name again.

The Izuku growls and it's nothing but feral, and another yelp of his name has him pulling you to your feet to the point where your noses almost touch. Aggravated from being so close before the greenette ripped his fingers away has you scowling.

"Wha—"

"Can I fuck you?" His breath ghosts your lips. You hide your shock by a roll of your eyes.

"Do you always ask stupid questions?"

Izuku hums in contemplation before grabbing you harshly by the jaw, to the point where your cheeks squish into your eyes and your lips pucker. "Say it, Bunny."

"I just sa—"

"Say 'I want you to fuck me, Izuku,'" he says with a cruel snarl. "’Hard.’"

Your eyes dart from his heavy gaze to the statue, and you can't help but feel more fragile than glass. "I litera—"

"Say it, brat."

"I—" you try but nothing comes out, and you blame that darkened stare of his, "I w-want you to fuck me. Izuku."

Izuku inhales sharply, the fingers cradling your face tightening before he speaks again.

"Good girl."

He spins you so your hands lay on the statue's base, yanking your hips back and flipping your dress so your bare ass is exposed to the cool air.

Izuku's palms caress your behind, kneading both globes before he pulls you against his bare cock. (When he took off his pants is beyond you.) He slaps his cock against your clit until you huff in frustration, turning around to shoot him an angry glare.

"Today, Izuku."

The greenette blinks out of his absorbed gaze on your behind in favor of glowering you down. You waver under his glare despite your best efforts.

His cock kisses your entrance and then all of it is in you at once, and his size is enough to make your inner thighs ache from the stretch. You bite your lip in an attempt to muffle a moan, but that crashes and burns fairly quickly.

"O-Oh shi—"

"You said today, didn't you?" Izuku rasps, before pulling out and stuffing you full at a quick and steady pace. Your hands scramble for proper purchase against the statue—without breaking it, for gods sake—but the harder he fucks you into it, the harder it is to stay upright. "Quiet, baby. We're not supposed to be here, remember?"

You nod frantically, teeth digging into your bottom lip. The thought of getting caught, you, of all people, while being railed against a marble statue—

Izuku moans in your ear, a hand moving between your thighs to rub at your clit. "Oh, you tightened when I said that—you like the idea of getting caught, Bunny?"

You respond with a choked moan, thighs quivering with an impending orgasm. Izuku groans as you tighten around him again, but they quickly turn into shushes.

"Bu—"

"I-I know," your voice cracks and it's absolutely pathetic. "But I can't—"

Izuku's hand wraps around your mouth to the point where his fingertips just barely brush your ears. You whine, eyes fluttering as the new grip adjusts the angle ever so slightly, and pushes him so much deeper.

"You're gonna kill me," Izuku says, wheezing out a laugh. "I—fuck Bunny, I'm close."

You whimper behind his hand and nod as if to say me too, and you're sure Izuku understands from the way he groans before he speeds up in all aspects. "Good. G-Good—cum for me baby, I know you can—"

Your toes curl into the marble floor as the coil in your gut snaps, knocking the wind out of you and sending you thrashing in Izuku's arms. You hear the greenette curse and shudder behind you, stuttering hips slowing to an eventual stop. Both of you stand there for a moment, comfortable interrupting the silence with nothing but your heaving breaths.

"You okay?"

You chuckle. It's dry and scratchy, and your lip throbs from biting it so hard, but it isn’t...aggravating, per-se. "You sound worse than me."

Izuku laughs at that, though it waters down as he pulls out with a hiss. "I don't think worse is the correct adjective here, Miss [Y/N].”

You snort. Back to “Miss [Y/N]” it is, then.

Your ears catch the distinct wail of ever-increasing sirens, but you don't think much of it until the side of Izuku's face starts flashing blue and red. Both you and the greenette falter, sharing a look.

"Police! Hands in the air!"

i wrote this while watching a hysterectomy in physio aah (also yes, the french police speak in english leave me alone skjdhfgk) — sun