#bro has a few screws loose

[creatively-cosmic]

Meeting the Missing One.

[k-hotchoisan]

from the back

<Wooyoung x fem!reader>

part two of 🔥to the side🔥

where Wooyoung finally gets to fuck you so good

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs

Genre/Warnings: pervDILF!Wooyoung, smut, sexual tension, backshots, dirty talk, cream pies, orgasms, alcohol consumption, Wooyoung drinks but he keeps it within the limit because he’s driving y/n home (please do not drink and drive)

Needless to say, you were holding up pretty well, despite the countless times you squeezed your thighs when Wooyoung’s hands slid too close to your cunt. It was still driving you crazy from how full you felt. Your plate was half cleared, because half of the time the feeling of how full your cunt is with Wooyoung’s cum made you want to just spread your legs and let his cum leak all over out of your pussy and onto your thighs and chair. Maybe you’d beg Wooyoung for forgiveness for letting his cum spill out of your poor pussy, and let Wooyoung breed you so full, over and over again until he was satisfied.

Fuck. It was driving you nuts. Alcohol was served during the dinner, and even without it, you felt your face flush.

Your thighs are still tightly pressed against each other from the feeling of his cum just ready to pour out of you if you made any sudden movements. It doesn’t help that Wooyoung has his eyes on you—watching you like a hawk. He’s good at keep his face neutral and poker, almost perfectly nonchalant as he takes a sip of water. You stand up, feeling your thighs shake slightly. Screw this. You decide to go to the kitchen for a breather. It’s the only reasonable place to escape to for now. Not mention, it was big as fuck anyway, no one would know if you hid in the balcony for a breath of fresh air.

Wooyoung casts you a side glance, deeply and sickeningly satisfied that you’re squirming because of him. But in all honesty, he plays the facade very well, because he knows, given any moment if he were to be stuck with you alone, god knows what the fuck he would do to you.

And when you’re missing for a few long minutes it’s when he decides to take the gamble. Nonetheless he was quite concerned that you’ve been missing in the kitchen for a while. Even your friend noticed.

“Where’s y/n?” She asks, swirling the wine glass in her hand, casting glances around the table when she finally realises that you’re missing.

Her brother is about to stand but Wooyoung is quick. He cuts his nephew off, taking his niece’s words cue to go off and find you. “I’ll go get her”, Wooyoung says coolly.

He plasters a smile at his nephew as he gently pushes him down back to his seat. “Enjoy the dinner. Your plate still looks pretty full.”

You hear footsteps approaching behind and your back immediately straightens, well, barely because you’re still feeling all over the place right now. You expect it to be your friend, but when you turn and your eyes land on Wooyoung with his loose polo shirt, a hand in his trousers and the other holding his wine glass. The sight is just making your face heat up even more.

“Are you doing okay?” He asks, joining you at the kitchen balcony. You can’t meet his eyes. You think you’d just combust if you did.

“Barely”, you reply, biting back another moan when you feel his cum about to seep past your folds again. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Wooyoung.

Wooyoung is insanely horny but he isn’t stupid. At least, not yet, he thinks. He would gladly take you right here and then, but he knows he’d enjoy it even more if he had you confined within his walls instead of here. He’s also not in the mood to ruin a happy occasion and a family relationship. At least, not yet.

“A little longer, darling”, he says, almost in a whisper. “Good girls get rewards.”

“Stop teasing me”, you pout, giving him a light slap on his shoulder. Wooyoung only laughs.

You glance at the glass he has in his hands. “Aren’t you driving? You shouldn’t drink too much.”

Wooyoung lifts the glass in his hand higher and tilts his head. “It’s my first glass for the night, and I’m not planning to down another.” He takes a step dangerously close to you. “Wouldn’t want to miss my plans with you later too. We’ll leave when I squeeze your thigh.”

Red flushes on your cheeks again, and you break eye contact, only for Wooyoung to shift your glance right back at him with a single flick of his wrist on your jaw.

“Uncle, what are you doing?” The voice snaps the trance the both of you were in. Your eyes dart to the intruder, who stands with crossed arms, staring daggers at the both of you.

Wooyoung doesn’t falter. He shoots his nephew a glance and slowly releases his fingers from your jaw and smiles curtly at his nephew.

“Just making sure she doesn’t throw up”, he replies, knowing that your eyes are widened and glaring daggers at Wooyoung. He turns back to you, amused by your expression before he messed your hair with his hands. “Let’s go”, he gestures to the both of you. He doesn’t miss his nephew furrowing his eyebrows, so he plays it off by messing his hair up to, and your friend’s brother running off after his uncle, berating him about messing his hair that he took hours to style. You release an exhale. You’re in the clear, at least for now.

It’s not evident to the rest of the dinner table except you, that Wooyoung is getting irritated by the way your friend’s brother keeps trying to get your attention, and that only makes you friend satisfied, as she only eggs him on to openly flirt with you.

Throughout the dinner, Wooyoung keeps topping up the other male’s wine, and he observes the way his nephew progressively gets more tipsy, encouraging him to have more since he was back in the country.

Midway through the conversations, you feel a gentle squeeze on your thigh. You glance over at Wooyoung who’s laughing at something his brother is saying. His hand trails higher up your thigh.

“I think I’ll take my leave now”, you say, slowly standing up. “Thank you for the dinner.” You walk over to your friend who gives you a tight hug.

“How are you going home? By cab? I’d ask my brother to send you home but Uncle Wooyoung made him drink quite a bit.”

Before you answer, Wooyoung cuts in, “I can send her back safely.”

Your friend’s father raises an eyebrow. “You sure you don’t want to stay a little longer?”

Wooyoung shakes his head with a smile. He goes over and gives his niece a hug before he hand hovers over the small of your back, as he leads you out of the estate.

The car ride back felt agonisingly slow. The anticipation was just surging through your veins, and evidently leaked into the atmosphere in the car with Wooyoung. Wooyoung still keeps his soft and light tone when he talks to you in the car, but it’s obvious he’s at his limit, especially from the way he’s gripping the steering wheel with force.

The moment you step in his penthouse, his fingers intertwine with yours, and your jaw drops at how fucking huge his place is for a singular person to reside in. His hand is warm against yours and you wonder what he’s thinking.

He leads you to his bedroom, and when the door shuts, Wooyoung immediately has you pressed against the shut door, trapping you with his body as he tilts your chin to face him.

“Fucking hell. I think I’ve waited long enough”, he hisses before he dives in for a messy kiss. You let yourself be claimed by him, raising your arms to let Wooyoung pull your clothing off your body, letting him admire at your bare chest. You feel like you’re at your limit from the way Wooyoung is teasing you—his hands tugging your pants off, but he doesn’t touch you there just yet. But he leads you over to his bed, letting you fall onto his plush bed.

“Look at your panties. Ruined by yours truly,” Wooyoung hums, tugging the piece of pink clothing, completely stained dark with cum and fluids, now almost transparent. When your panties are finally removed, a drawn out whine echoes around the room, your head throws back, and Wooyoung watches in breathlessly as his cum leaks out of you, load by load, listening to you moan in relief.

“I’ve been good. Kept your cum in my pussy like a good girl”, you whine, tugging against your wet folds, thighs twitching as Wooyoung’s cum continues to spill out of your hole. Wooyoung plunges two fingers into you, pushing his cum back into your pussy, and it makes you flex your abdomen from the pleasure.

He smiles.

“Indeed you have, darling. So well-behaved”, he hums, as his hand brushes against your cheek, swallowing hard when you lean your face into it, staring at him with kitten eyes.

He’s so fucking weak for that. So he pushes his fingers deeper in you, drinking every single fucked out expression you wear. Oh god, he wants to break you so bad. Wooyoung’s fingers press against your g-spot, and your hands clasp onto his veiny, muscled arm, as you jerk with a gasp. Wooyoung tilts his head back slightly, and he wears a smirk when he feels you clench around his fingers.

Then he curls his fingers in you as he finger fucks you, making sure he draws out every dirty moan out of you.

“Wooyoung! Oh fuck. Right there”, your hands slip off his arm, back now completely on his bed letting yourself succumb to the pleasure.

“I know, baby. Feels good doesn’t it?” Wooyoung coos, watching your body jerk from the pleasure. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers too”, he teases. And he’s right—you don’t realise when you even let your hips snap against his wet fingers, but at this point, shame is the last thing you’re worrying about.

The feeling builds so dangerously quick that soon enough, you completely let go, letting your jaw hang open as your orgasm hits, your cunt fluttering and your mind flooded with dopamine as moans leak out of your mouth freely like your cum.

“That’s it”, he encourages, applying light pressure on your clit with his thumb, feeling you convulse around him. “Good girl. Cum on my fingers like that. Dirty them for me just like that.” Your eyes are shut, your mind completely turned into mush.

Wooyoung pulls his fingers out of you slowly, watching the way your eyes slowly open as you catch your breath. At that moment is when you catch the way Wooyoung is eyeing you down, licking your glistening release from his fingers.

“Fuck me, darling. If I had known you tasted this good, I would have stolen the panties you keep in your little friend’s room when I came over for dinners”, Wooyoung sighs.

“Pervert”, you mutter, although the thought of him rubbing his cock onto the fabric, making it as wet and as dirty as possible, and leaving his cum stains all over your pretty little panties makes your cunt flutter.

“No better than you are, darling”, he shoots you back playfully when he watches your cheeks turn red, as he inches closer to you onto his bed, capturing your lips with his.

And you completely surrender to him, melting into the kiss that tasted more than just desire and lust. Wooyoung’s hands slide to the back of your neck to pull you as physically close to him as possible.

You pull back, breathless a few seconds later, a small prick blooming in your heart as the reminder that this man is your friend’s uncle sticking out like sore thumb at the back of your hand. You knew it was wrong to do this to your friend. What would happen if she found out then? What kind of repercussions would there be? Wooyoung senses the slight shift, and has his hands cup your cheek, and your eyes focus on his handsome face again.

“What are you distracted about, darling?” He asks, concern reflected in his expression. “Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head instinctively. “It’s just.…”

“-that I’m your friend’s relative?”

You bite your lip.

“But we’re both consenting adults, aren’t we? I can’t help it if every time I see you, I just want to make sure that you’re only looking at me.”

Oh gods, he was making your head spin.

“It’s just that it’s making me have a lot of thoughts”, you mutter, your hands toying with the bedsheets. Wooyoung plants a firm kiss behind your ear, before he leans into you and whispers, “then I’ll fuck the thoughts right out of you darling”, Wooyoung assures with smile, then he turns you over, now your stomach on the mattress. You hear him unbuckle his trousers, and your heart beats in your ears.

“I’ll take good care of you. I can definitely promise that”, he assures, letting his hands run down your sides, leaving goosebumps across your skin. He gives the nape of your neck a kiss before you feel his very hard erection pressing against the curve of your ass. You can’t see it but his cock is just wet with precum, but you hear the sounds he makes as he strokes himself before he presses his cockhead at your entrance.

Then he slides his cock in, inch by inch, so fucking good that you’re gasping and drooling. His cock fits in you so well, and even though he fucked you just hours before, he feels so different now.

“You’re so fucking thick. Fuck”, you curse, your eyebrows scrunched. Wooyoung chuckles behind you, trying to hold his composure as he watches your pussy stretch perfectly to accommodate him, as he sinks deeper into you. It doesn’t take long till he’s completely in you, and you’re drawing shallow breaths from how full you feel, his cock just resting in you.

“Gonna move now, darling”, he says, giving your ass a soft squeeze before he pulls back and thrusts in again, and a squeal leaves your lips. He’s definitely fucking every single thought out of you tonight, and you weren’t about to complain.

Every time his hips slam into you, you grow slightly light headed from the pleasure. Wooyoung has his hands grabbing your hips as he fucks you into the mattress, groaning himself as he watches you fuck his cock. “Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, baby”, he groans, watching you swallow his cock in once more.

“So good. Keep fucking me like that, Wooyoungie”, you cry, feeling his cock grow bigger in you.

“That’s a cute nickname you’re giving me”, he smirks, biting back another moan when he feels you clench around him again. “I swear you’re gonna make me cum at this rate with how cute you’re acting.”

“Then do it. You promised me right?” You pout, and then jerk with your eyes rolled back when his cockhead presses onto your g-spot again. Wooyoung swears you could drive him insane just with the shit you say.

His cock twitches in you and another soft moan escapes from you.

“I’m cumming, baby. Fuck”, Wooyoung curses as he forcefully shuts his eyes, white spots splattering beneath his eyelids and cum filling you up again. You whimper softly as he fills you up, fisting the bedsheets beneath you as your body shakes. You could get addicted to this, you swear.

You almost lose feeling in your lower body, but Wooyoung catches you, littering your neck with more kisses once more before he sits you on his lap.

That’s when you realise—he’s still fucking hard. His cock is still covered in a sheer white layer of cum. His hands slide up and down your thighs, giving them squeezes.

“Sit on my dick, baby. You know you want to”, he coaxes, assisting you in lifting your hips over his cock. You’re completely entranced by Wooyoung’s expression and you slowly sink onto his cock—he looks as fucked out as you are, and so fucking beautiful. He sucks his teeth at the sensation of being deeper into your warm, cum-filled pussy.

“One more load to go, baby”, Wooyoung hums as he cups your breasts, giving them circular licks with his tongue, making your cunt leak another layer of fresh slick once more. Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging against his hair as he licks and sucks your nipples.

“Wooyoung, please-“ you cry out, only to be ignored as he switches to the other nipple, making sure he stimulates you to his liking. He finally pulls back, licking his lips. His eyes are glazed out, fucking horny from the feeling that he’s seated inside you, sensitive and overstimulated.

And when you start bouncing on his cock, his jaw slacks, his fingers finding yours to intertwine with. “So fucking good. You’re so warm baby. Oh my fucking god”, he groans, squeezing your hand. This position granted easier access to your g-spot and Wooyoung watches you wordlessly as you chase the feeling of his cockhead hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

“Gonna cum. Your cock feels so good, Wooyoungie,” you whimper, at one point pushing your hips down and slightly grinding to have his cockhead just rub against your g-spot, which evidently drives Wooyoung up the wall when he throws his head back and lifts his hips by instinct.

When he barely gains an ounce of rationale, he moans, “cum all over my cock, baby. Oh fuck. Such a good fucking girl you are for me.” And you do, clamping against his cock as your orgasm hits you for the second time, with Wooyoung holding your thighs down, watching you squirm and twitch as your orgasm sends you into a fucking orbit. Wooyoung can’t help but cum in you once more when the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him, which causes you to squeal and lift yourself off his cock, cum and fluids just trickling out of your abused hole and onto Wooyoung’s cock.

You don’t have time to react before Wooyoung cups you by your jaw and brings you in for a steamy kiss again, his hand snaking around your ass to give it a good squeeze before he lets go.

His eyes are as blown out as yours are, but he still manages to ask, “you doing good, darling?”

You nod, combing his wet bangs back, the both of you catching your breaths from your high.

“Time for a shower, baby”, Wooyoung says, lifting you off him completely, before he takes your hand in his to lead you to the bathroom.

Wooyoung’s arms are curled around your waist and he buries his nose into your neck, breathing deeply at the fact that you smell like his shampoo. It almost makes him horny again. Almost.

The thought of your friend and her brother pops into your brain again, but gets muddled when you hear Wooyoung groan softly before he gets pulled into slumber.

Well, that’ll be a problem for another day when Wooyoung comes around to your friend’s house. But you make a mental note to keep more pretty panties over for Wooyoung to steal the next round.

[noodlesketchbook]

“Dude, you’re totally in love with them.”

Bakugo’s going to strangle him, hero ethics be damned. Kirishima Eijirou is a dead man. He’ll make sure of it with his bare hands.

“The fuck d’ya mean?” Bakugo snarls with as much intensity as he can muster. If he wasn’t stuck in the classroom, he’d be shooting grenades at his so-called friend. Damn shitty hair has no idea what he’s talking about, “Did your hair gel finally seep in your smooth-brained ass or something?!”

Kirishima’s not deterred and it makes him seethe. If anything, his classmate’s grin only seems to grow wider, “[Y/N]! You’ve been staring at them for the past ten minutes, bro. Did you even hear a single thing I was saying?”

He makes a pointed glance towards a few chairs away from Bakugo’s desk. There, talking to their little gaggle of friends sits [Y/N]. Dumb, annoying, stupid, dumb… annoying…

Did Bakugo mention that they’re annoying?

“Fuck off and go bother some extra or something,” Bakugo hisses, “I was not staring. You’ve got loose screws if you’d think I’d give a shit over some loser like them.”

“I don’t know, man,” Kirishima shrugs, “I’d say you’ve got it pretty down bad. It’s like sparks fly every time you look at them!”

Sparks? Oh, they’re flying all right. Bakugo’s got that all covered. 

“... DIE, SHITTY HAIR!”

“BRO WAIT I WAS JUST KIDDING- PUT THE QUIRK DOWN-”

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here's a sort of part two cause my friend asked for it lol

[helpfandom]

Yandere TAS! Riddler x Platonic Reader

Hcs under cut. If you're my bestie who told me to do this: <3

Reader just doesn't care in this one, they have been transformed by the Gotham-ite lifestyle of don't care, and as such, is a snarky little bitch to Riddler. Brat is in loose terms.

Why would he take interest you, well... He took interest because you were one of the few who didn't care for his antics, and were one of the fewer who could go toe to toe to him that weren't an enemy. Well, honestly, you didn't care about what he did and went on with your day, and with all that goes on in Gotham, how could you not?

The next part is that in order to get him to not interact with you, you would be a stupid little 'brat'. God, you were slightly insufferable to be around when Riddler would try to antagonize you. "Riddle me this, Riddle me that, why are you such a big 'brat'?"

He's definitely hacked into cameras to watch you interact with people, and once he found out that you interact with people differently than him, he takes it to heart, but in the way that he finds delight in you being a 'brat' to him. He notices that you only are that way to him, If you're only a brat to him, surely that means you're comfortable with him! ...Right?

Despite being 'super intelligent', Riddler is quite unperceptive about the fact that Reader dislikes/hates him. To you, this is just some weirdo on the street who likes to bombard people with riddles and take over Wall street for revenge. But soon you start to notice that he attacks more towards places you go to frequently and even people who, to your knowledge, haven't interacted or offended him. Of course, to him, interacting with his kid is a major offense, so he attacks your parents and friends, even a couple teachers who he thinks aren't teaching you well enough. "My, My, You simply don't have the brains for teaching my dear adolescent, perhaps I should remove it? Hmm?"

Because Reader can go 'toe to toe' with him [most of his riddles have multiple answers that he doesn't realize and when Reader points them out, he takes that as a sign of intelligence, and Reader being able to keep up with his 'genius'], he assumes that Reader has intelligence that can only match his, and as such, he must fuel this potential intelligence. [He means adopt you].

He definitely tries to kidnap you a lot, but with how much he has done schemes related to you, Batman (and maybe Robin if you're friends) already know and stop him.

Although, if he were to kidnap you, he would set up cameras everywhere THAT DOESN'T INTRUDE ON PRIVATE SPACE. So nothing in your bedroom or the bathroom. Everywhere else is free game though. Escape is possible, but unlikely, because of his many cameras and intelligence.

Although, he would fake the idea of an escape in order to test your intelligence, he would put a series of puzzles (Not riddles) and if you solve them all, he congratulates you. He finds a small bit of selfish pleasure in watching you fail to escape, and he thinks that escaping is a game for him, a fun thing for you to challenge his brain.

Absolutely has no idea how to take care of a kid though, so you're screwed if you're super young and don't know how to take care of yourself.

"Listen well, my dear adolescent. I will act as your father figure now. The rest of the society is too,, unintelligent to take care of minds like our own. I will hone your mind until we create father/kid pair the world has never seen!"

"Bro literally, I don't care, your riddles are stupid. Shut up."

"Oh, how I enjoy our banter."

[rmd-writes]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Thanks Michelle! Choosing five fics was like trying to choose a favourite child which is to say, it's impossible. Okay, that's a lie, my favourite child is the one who is not sucking the life from my soul at any given moment. Yesterday both of my kids got a turn - first my youngest, because he very sweetly packed me a little fun size Crunchie bar from his personal stash of lollies and brought it to the movies for me and kept checking whether I'd eaten it yet and if I liked it. But then later he was being so loud I couldn't think, so his older sister became my favourite child because she told him to be quiet. Anyway, I'm turning into one of those recipe bloggers who can't give a recipe without sharing their whole life's story, so here is my list of fics I'm proud of in which I absolutely cheat by sharing some fic series:

don't estop me now (RWRB)

(read to the victor, the spoils first and then the prequel, what, like it's hard?)

I'm really so proud of this lawyer AU! I had an absolute blast writing these fics and I think it shows in my writing - it's definitely some of my best. What, like it's hard? is the first really substantial long fic I've ever written and that in itself was a challenge but the snarky rivarly between Alex and Henry is just so fun to write! Whenever I see comments roll in on these fics it just makes me smile so hard to see other people enjoying them

Soon (Tarlos)

PWP but make it bite-sized (aka 37, 100-word chapters). This started as a drabble but then I got the slightly unhinged idea to continue the fic in drabbles (ie precisely 100 words at a time). Was it a challenge to write only 100 words and make sure each chapter told enough of the story in so few words? Yes. Did I have so much fun edging Carlos and the fandom alongside him? Also yes.

Feeling kind of sketchy (Schitt's Creek)

artist!David unwittingly helps Patrick find himself and finds love along the way. This one is a little different in style to my usual writing, and I really leaned into the slightly more poetic style in the second part which I actually structured around a poem.

Precious Love (Tarlos)

A 5+1 exploring TK's relationship with love and self-worth. I don't usually write much angst but I dove into it for this one and I like how it turned out! Don't worry, it has a happy ending, I'm incapable of writing anything else!

Do you even lift, bro? (Tarlos)

aka my Tarlos gym AU - each of these fics (Let's Get Physical, Let Me Hear Your Body Talk, I gotta handle you just right) stands alone as a one-shot but they are part of a planned seven-part series which contains an actual plot, despite the way they read like pwp. The thing I'm most proud of in these fics though, is the coding - with a big assist from @celeritas2997, I learned to code well enough to embed actual instagram posts and DMs with photos in these fics, which for someone who is absolutely not a STEM girlie, is a very big deal.

The Grindr Toolbox: A Guide to Getting Nailed

A Helping Hand (Tarlos)

This Is Not A Drill (David x Patrick)

Are You Screwing with Me? (firstprince)

I set out to write three fics for three fandoms based on one prompt, and while it was a tricky balance to set up three very different fics using the same loose structure, I like how these turned out!

[izunias-meme-hole]

One Villainous Scene - Love Fading Into The Bleck

Considering this this month is around the same time as Valentines day, I chose to focus on a villain that was created from love, a loss of love to be exact. Said villain comes from Super Paper Mario, and if you've played this game, you know exactly who I'm talking about. If not then allow me to explain the story of Count Bleck.

When the player first meets Bleck, he's presented to be as dangerous as he appears, being a ghastly figure with a white top hat, a white cape, a monocle, a glowing red eye, and a glowing mouth. He also wants to destroy the universe using a book called the Dark Prognosticus, and a destructive power born of a false love, known as the Chaos Heart. While he certainly has menace and a big goal, he comes off as slightly hammy due to a little speech quirk, like bro goes "BLEH HEH HEH BLEEECK" and talks about himself in the third person sometimes. In other words on the surface he seems like just another fun yet terrifying one-shot villain that these Mario RPG's like making. I mean just look at him.

However as the game progresses, through both the main story and the 7 memories of someone called "Lord Blumiere", we pick up some very interesting information on our big bad. Blumire is a member of the Tribe of Darkness who fell off a cliff and got nursed back to health by a human named Timpani. The two fell in love and they were seemingly inseparable, though their fates ended up being one big Romeo and Juliet level of tragedy, with Blumire's father wiping Timpani's memory and cursing her, and Blumire searches endlessly for her after his father told him that "she no longer resides in this world".

When we end up looking at the seventh memory Blumire ends up believing that Timpani is permanently gone, and decides to go to an extreme. He goes to obtain the Dark Prognosticus. His father makes an attempt to stop him, but Blumire responds to him with a few simple words.

"I do not care, Father! A world without her is empty. A LIFE without her is empty."

Blumire makes his stance obvious to his father. He's given up on life, not just his own life, but on all life. Timpani was his world, and as far as he believes, she's gone, so he might as well bring an end to it all. As the nihilistic Blumiere opens up the Dark Prognosticus he utters a laugh that is all too familiar to the player before its prophecy and declaring that he will wipe every inch of the worlds. His father once again pleads for his son to stop, but Blumiere says this...

"Blumiere is no more! I am Count Bleck! And no one shall stand in my way! BLEH HEH HEH HEH! BLECK!"

Count Bleck was Lord Blumiere. Count Bleck, the entity who wants to commit mass omnicide, was a man who found true love and it ended in tragedy thanks to forces outside of his control. And to honestly make matters worse, Timpani was implied to have been the original form of the pixl, Tippi, meaning that while she may not have been dead and just didn't remember him until they met again in World 6, it just means that Bleck set into action a prohecy that ends in mass omnicide for nothing. The mere idea of loosing the one he loved more than anything, set him on this path, and as we reach the finale we see him acknowledge that how massively he screwed up, and encourages Mario, a hesitant Tippi, and the rest of the party to kill him if they want to save everything, until Dimentio decides to hijack the finale as the final boss using the Chaos Heart.

So yeah, Count Bleck everyone. (Apologies if this seems half-assed, my ass is getting kicked in college due to an essay that's due on tuesday)

[princeescaluswords]

So I'm trying to write a "Scott has enough patience so he becomes the monster everybody kept forcing him to be" fanfic (keyword on the trying lol I'm not good at writing fanfics) and it got me thinking something.

What would make him actually snap, taking all the comments until the point he's tired of being the good guy and for once shut all of those comments down by going to the other side of the cause? I mean, he almost died -and actually died three times which is weird how he's handling it like he's pro at it -that could factor the mental side. The consistent negative comments from the "evil" characters (and from his own pack too wtf bro) so why can't the fandom write him an actual good evil plot??

Scott is smart enough on his own, he got outshined by Stiles and Lydia's since they're a lot smarter academically than Scott's (they dared asking him wtf AP stands for??? Just because he does bad in one class doesn't mean he's bad in every class ya get me? He stupid but he's not everyday stupid) so giving him some moments of darkness, and him actually do a type of "I don't harm innocents but I'll slit your throat if you harm one" type of manipulation evilness then expect me to die because I want that Evil Scott more than the typical Scott is a bad friend/true alpha/beta/hE forCEd [blank] shenanigans

Davis did Scott dirty by not making him bad from the Meet Nemeton Day episode alongside Stiles...full of potential to make Scott actually face his mental and emotional health but they have to make the definitely not supernatural token human jackhammer to become the bad boy of the week.

Sorry for the rant I just want you to know how I feel it could go down if Scott had a few loose screws and go downhill.

I sense the frustration coming off this post and it's something I can empathize with but I feel I have to caution you -- and people who feel as you do -- about a bad habit we fans of Scott fall into. We let fandom's poison color our appreciation of our favorite character.

Peter never said that biting Scott was a mistake, and that he wished he had bitten Stiles that night in the wood. When Peter complained about Scott it's because Scott had too strong a will to fall for his manipulations. His complaints were never about Scott's inadequacies, but about Scott being 'morally bland' and 'incorruptible.' When fandom states that Scott wouldn't have a chance against Peter, the first person in line to disagree would have been Peter, considering his canonical behavior.

Derek didn't resent the Master Plan because he recognized that Scott's actions saved him and his pack. In fact, he chose to learn from Scott and became a better person. Part of that evolution is that he stopped caring about the Hale legacy or revenge; the only reason he came back to Beacon Hills was for Scott. In the end, Scott's influence enabled Derek to become a True Alpha as well. His last words weren't to Stiles or Peter, after all. It's only parts of the fandom that think that Scott took something away from Derek or brainwashed him into a cult.

Theo and the Doctors recognized that the threat to their plans that Scott represented. After all, he was the only one that had to be eliminated. Deucalion told Scott that it was him that Gerard was truly afraid he couldn't beat. This was what was on the screen, and that's the only thing that fans of the show should take into account.

And not just the villains. The Sheriff of Beacon County turned to Scott when the crime was supernatural. Satomi Ito. His mother. Hellhounds. Banshees. Even Stiles. They all believed, even if they were angry with him, that Scott would be able to save the day. They didn't care that he got a D on a test or that he took summer school, because they weren't looking for a reason to dislike him. That's what parts of the fandom do, and for the chance to shift attention to the nearest shitty entitled white boy.

Because Scott did have moments of darkness and violence, no matter how much parts of the fandom want to diminish them, but the difference is he overcame them, no matter how much parts of the fandom want to act as if he didn't. Heroes have something different that marks them as such, and they have had it since humankind first started writing heroic stories. I would tell you what it is, but I'll let Derek say it from The Divine Move (3x24).

DEREK: When there's no chance of winning, he keeps fighting. When all hope is lost, he finds another way. And when he's beat down, he stands up again.

Scott's darkness is Despair. It's the temptation to give up, to recognize that his opponents are too powerful for him to care about other people, that he can't win without becoming like them, that what he wants is forever out of his reach because of what was done to him.

This includes Night School (1x07) when he barely manages to shake off Peter's mental enslavement. This includes Battlefield (2x11) when he has every reason to give into Gerard's manipulations, including his own mother's pleas and threats to Stiles and Allison. This include Motel California (3x06) when he convinces himself that his suicide would be the best thing he can do for everyone else. This includes The Divine Move where he pushes aside the memory of Allison dying in his arms to take care of Stiles while finding a way to win. This includes the entirety of Season 4 to the moment he rips that skull off his head. This includes the end of Status Asthmaticus (5x10), when he asks "why would they come back?" instead of focusing on what was done to him.

This is what happened, in both the show and the movie. This is what this story was about. This is why he is the heroic lead protagonist. This is why we like him, not because he never touched the darkness, but because he did touch the darkness and he rejected it. Well, maybe I'm being too presumptuous, but that's why I like him.

But too often, I think we've allowed ourselves to be blinded by an overwhelming majority of fandom who wanted a white guy instead so much that they'll look for ways to bash Scott. And they have to bash him really hard in order to make the real hero a guy who broke into Scott's house, threw him up against the wall and threatened to kill him on their third meeting and then bit four kids to serve as soldiers in a war. They have to bash really hard in order to make the real hero a guy who was so much of a coward that he worked with the woman who burned his family alive in order to get what he wanted. They have to bash really hard to make the real hero a teenager so fundamentally insecure that he lied to every single person he loved about an accidental death and then worked with there enemies to cover it up, selling his best friend out in the process.

So we spend time defending Scott from these people and their fanon creation -- and don't get me wrong, it's a good thing we do that -- but we have to remember that they are wrong. Absolutely wrong. Because their alternative version comes from banality and racism, and the story they wanted would be full of brutality, selfishness, and the capitulation to the worst instincts of human nature.

So my advice to you is to keep that frustration, but direct it at the media that actually deserves it.

[daechwitatamic]

Or Mine... || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Complete Faith

POV Drabble #4: Or Mine...

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: this is a fucking horny mess aka Taehyung is YEARNING and 75% of that yearning is from his pants, language, beer exists idk

The request:

@pamzn okay darling, I present Taehyung Goes for a Swim

A/N: I’m sorry this is so horny lmfao I dm’ed @kookstempo that this drabble would be challenging bc I felt like for these scenes Taehyung’s POV would just be “boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs” hahahaha I tried to class it up a little, hope I succeeded!

This drabble can stand alone but might be kind of boring without the context? The events are from Chapter 4.

When Taehyung leaves the woods and heads back to the house, it’s clear that the rest of the group has started their day. A cooler has been placed at the beginning of the dock, in the shade of the trees around the house, and a few of the guys mill around it, adding water bottles and beer, probably. 

Halfway down the dock, he can see you flapping your towel, getting it ready to lay out. Taehyung almost trips over his own feet. You're in jean shorts and a plain, black triangle bikini top and you've got on giant, bug-eye sunglasses that are way too big for your face. He hears, sees, thinks in only static for a minute. This is going to be one of the hardest days of his life. Pun intended, probably, if he can’t get a fucking grip.

Stop staring, don’t be creepy, Taehyung tells himself - for the first of surely many times that day.

He heads into the house, where Jimin and Jungkook are in the kitchen, debating if they want to swim around first or take out the paddleboards.

“Bro,” Jimin calls, waving him over. “Y/N got you a tea and a breakfast sandwich.”

“Y/N got everybody coffee and a breakfast sandwich. You’re not special,” Jungkook corrects. 

“She got him tea, not coffee. That’s special,” Jimin objects. 

Taehyung makes his way over, picking up the travel cup. He looks at it silently, considering. Considering the fact that you’d remembered he doesn’t drink coffee, that he prefers hot tea. He’s not used to being cared for like that. It’s… nice. 

He notices Jungkook peering out at the lake through the little window above the kitchen sink. He recognizes the look on Jungkook’s face, and his stomach twists with irritation.

“Yah!” he says sternly, giving Jungkook a whack on the belly. Honestly, it hurts Taehyung’s hand more than it could ever hurt Jungkook. “Quit looking! Be respectful!”

Jungkook turns and gives him a look. “Explain to me what the problem is, Kim.”

“You’re leering,” Taehyung says, frowning deeply. “And that’s Nikki and Y/N out there, so you’re either leering at Jin’s girl or -.”

Or mine.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, daring him to finish the sentence. Jimin’s eyes go wide with withheld mirth, and he turns away before he can laugh. 

“Screw both of you,” Taehyung grumbles, but he knows he’s caught. “I’m going upstairs to change, then let’s take out the paddleboards.”

Ignoring the looks that Jungkook and Jimin are exchanging at his expense, Taehyung does as he says and heads upstairs, changing quickly into swim trunks and a loose white tshirt. Back downstairs, he passes Namjoon, who is sitting at the kitchen table in front of his open laptop.

“Work?” Taehyung asks, and Namjoon finishes typing whatever sentence he was on before raising his eyes to meet Taehyung’s.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. I should be done in a few hours, but I’m on a deadline for this -.”

“No worries,” Taehyung assures him. “Hey, if the wifi reaches far enough, you could always work outside and feel like you’re at least getting some sun!”

Namjoon makes an agreeable noise, his eyes already back on his screen. Taehyung gives him a jaunty wave - not that Joon will even see it - and heads outside. The girls are on their towels out on the dock, heads together as they talk. Hoseok and his girlfriend are down in the water already, and it must be cold judging by her squeals and how she clings to him like a koala. Jimin and Jungkook are nearby, their heads both wet already. Knowing them, they probably both jumped head first.

Taehyung avoids the dock - not because you’re there in that damn bikini, just because - and heads down the beach instead. The sand is already hot under his feet, and he pauses a second to pull off his tshirt, tossing it back towards the grassy yard. He pauses by Hoseok, scanning the scene.

“Where are the hyungs?” he asks, noticing Jin and Yoongi are missing.

“They took the canoe,” Hoseok tells him. “I think maybe they want to fish?”

Taehyung looks across the water, but he doesn’t see the canoe. They must have turned the bend to the west already, blocked from view by the slow slope of the mountain. He gives a nod and then wades deeper. The water, cool and dark, rises to meet his stomach, then his chest. Once he finds himself on tiptoes, he pushes his feet against the muddy floor of the lake and swims the rest of the way over to where Jimin and Jungkook are treading water and talking.

Here, he spends some time talking and splashing, occasionally just floating on the lake’s surface, feeling the run’s rays like happiness soaking directly into his arms, legs, face. After a while, the guys climb the dock and take turns doing flips off of the end - which, of course, greatly disrupts the sunbathing girls.

“You’re dripping on my towel,” Taehyung hears you say to Jimin, before he races down the dock. Taehyung stays down in the water where it’s safe; his survival game-plan is to keep at least five feet between the two of you at all times. But he’s really struggling to keep his eyes to himself. God, he can see so much skin, and it looks soft and warm under the light of the midmorning sun -

Jungkook splashes him in the face. “You’re drooling, bro.”

Taehyung groans in frustration and slips under the water, scrubbing at his face like he can erase the mental image of your thighs. (He can’t. Goddamn.)

When you stand and make your way to the cooler a bit later, Taehyung watches from the corners of his eyes. The game-plan might be to keep his distance, but he’s secretly hoping you’ll come down in the water. He wants to break the game-plan rules. He wants to talk to you, to make you laugh, maybe to find little moments to touch your hands.

Maybe to scoop you up and carry you around the lake like Hoseok is doing with Demi, let you cling to him for warmth, your chest pressed against his and those thighs on his arm -

When your eyes meet his from where you stand by the cooler, he turns quickly, caught. Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Go fucking talk to her,” he says flatly.

Taehyung can’t articulate why he can’t, why he’s trying not to. Partly because he figured out just that morning that he’s in love with you, that he wants to try dating you for real, and it’s still a little raw. Partly because he wants to take those shorts off you and -

Oh god. You’re taking the shorts off, yourself. There they go. So much more thigh available for his viewing pleasure, but suddenly they’re moving as you run down the dock, launching into an impressively pretty dive into the dark depths of the lake.

Taehyung watches the spot where you disappear, but you stay under the water long enough for him to feel the sting of alarm. He locks eyes with Jimin, wondering if they should be worried, when you pop back up, pushing your wet hair away from your eyes.

“What?” you ask, grinning wide. “Did you think I drowned?”

Taehyung tunes back out a little as you and Jimin start teasing Nikki, who’s still safe and dry up on the dock. He floats again, cloud-watching, until you get his attention by splashing in his direction. He sits up, the water sliding out of his ears, bringing back the noises the water had muted: Nikki’s music from the dock, Hoseok and Demi’s laughter, bird calls, trucks on the highway in the distance.

“Race to the platform!” You call. “Go!”

It takes Taehyung - and Jimin and Jungkook - a second to realize what’s happening, and by then you’re well on your way out to the floating platform in the middle of the lake. All three guys launch after you, competitive spirits engaged. Taehyung catches up to you easily, and suddenly he’s breaking the rules, throwing the game-plan right out the window, and winding his fingers around your ankle.

He gives you a quick tug, glancing over his shoulder as he does just in time to see Jungkook shove Jimin underwater by his head. They’ll be occupied for a few minutes.

“That is cheating,” you protest, spluttering.

Taehyung does not care. He cares that you’re so close to him, he cares that the water running down in rivulets from your hair is mesmerizing. Emboldened by the fact that he’s only inches away from you and you haven’t moved, Taehyung reaches and finds your waist and turns you gently to face him in the water.

“So sue me, then,” he tells you. God, this is the moment to kiss you. Your eyes are dancing with amusement as he inches closer in the water. They’re sparkling, and there’s a flush in your cheeks - from the sun, from the race, from his flirtation, he doesn’t know - and your mouth…

He tightens his hand against the firm skin of your hip, resists the urge to pull you the rest of the way towards him. That bikini is killing him. He is on fire inside, like the damn Titanic before it went down.

He wants to kiss you, he’s dying to kiss you, but you lean away from him, reaching for the metal ladder of the platform.

“I win,” you tell him, the tension-filled moment evaporating into thin air.

You don’t sound very victorious at all.

Thank you so much for reading!

[rocksandmirrors]

I had an idea

Matt is a huge overthinker. Not like oh did they like me or not but more like oh I messed this thing up here is how that could spiral into the apocalypse. Or hell be sitting on something mechanical with gus and just mention how it could break and kill them both. Gus will usually point out how unlikely it is for that to happen and play with mates hair to distract him. However he once said it around amity and now amity refuses to go on any machine with him becuse "I don't need to panic because someone brings up how we could die" and when asked why he thinks a screw will just come loose he simply shrugs and says sabotage. Gus has gotten a few stories of kids making it so thongs would fall apart or break at glandas including a railing witch caused Matt to break his leg and injurhis wrist.

hi i forgot i had like. an ask box AGHDAS

bro is plagued by the horrors (i could see it work tho)

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Random Things Overheard On Site

Ah, my coworkers. The weird, wacky, wonderful folks who keep the wheels turning. They're a real cast of oddballs, but no one normal ever works at the Foundation, excluding Doctor Glass, of course. Dude's totally got his head on straight, and welded in place. The rest of us... yeah, we're all nuts. Even Site Command has a few loose screws, in Jack Bright's case it's every last blessed one of them. Hold on to your hope, abandon sanity all those who enter here.

On 049:

"Sure, he can kill you with a touch, but at least he'll apologize as it happens, and unlike some people, his hands are clean."

On 076-2:

"Wow. Uh... where were you keeping that axe, buddy?" A pause. "Huh. After training, mind checking over a few weapon designs? I'm doing a new character in D&D."

On the Foundation, to the new hires:

"No, you don't have to be crazy to work here. Clef and Bright will train you in that."

At target practice:

"Come on, ladies! I've seen senior citizens shoot better their first time playing Call of Duty. Eyes on the target, fingers on the trigger. Let's try this once more, with accuracy."

On 053, playing with 682:

"Aw... it's actually really cute how 682 lets her draw flowers all over him."

"Yeah. Remember the 'ballet lessons' last week? Who knew they even made tutus in his size?"

"Not me. Uh, any chance of photos?"

"Sorry, Benji... kinda dropped my camera in the scaly jerk's acid bath."

On 073:

"He's smart, funny, sweet, a total Arabic fox... why not ask him out, Sarah?"

"One. He's an anomaly, and off the approved list. Two, even if I were allowed to date him, isn't he gay?"

"Oh. Yeah. Got a brother?"

On Doctor Gears:

"Can't stop, gotta get the coffee to the Doc."

"He's out? Shit. Caffeine emergency, out of the way people! Do not block the intern, he has Gears' coffee."

On some anomalous weaponry Agent Strelnikof found:

"It took the door out. And the door behind it. And the door behind that door. And half the target range. I think the Insurgency would sooner meet 682 than face one of these guns. And I think both Doctor Clef and I are in love. With the gun."

During a Keter Breach:

"Do you HAVE to follow the anomaly while blasting 'Gangster's Paradise' by Coolio?"

"You'd prefer 'How I Can Just Kill a Man' by Rage Against the Machine?"

"I'd prefer it if you just did your job, Doctor Bright!"

On 079:

"Not sure who's more annoying... the Old Man AI or the homicidal bitch in 'System Shock'"

"Shodan doesn't have 079's sense of humor."

"And neither of them trump the Red Queen in the Andersonverse 'Resident Evil' movies in terms of creepiness."

"Kid AIs are the worst. And she is a creepy little psycho."

During training with 076-2:

"You threw a sword at my head, Abel!"

"But... did you die?"

And... finally, some Multiverse hijinks. A bit of background here: one of the reality warpers pulled a villain, well HE said he was a villain, from a place called Central City in the other universe. He has some ice powers, but... it wasn't Mr. Snart. Nope, we got an incompetent wannabe cryomancer with a stupid name. And... Iris being Iris, she told him off.

"Chillblaine? You call yourself... Chillblaine? Do you even know what a chillblain is? It's a flu symptom. What are ya gonna do, asshole, sneeze on us? Worse, it sounds like a rich spoiled white uni bro trying to get his jerkwad buddy to calm the fuck down. 'Chill, Blaine. She ain't worth it, bro.' Fuck off until you come up with something we can take seriously." Dude looks like he's gonna cry. I look over, and the rest of the team, even Big Brother, are trying not to laugh at this loser. I have no idea who the hell this Flash dude is, but he's got one pathetic nemesis here. Fifty bucks says he couldn't even steal a wallet.

[xxghost-zombie-jesus]

A/N: I decided that I'll be doing prompt fills/writing requests in between my longer fics! If you have any prompts or requests you'd like to see, shoot me an ask with the prompt, character(s) and/or ship you'd like! They'll probably be between 3k-5k but with my track record, who knows.

Anyway, onto the fic!

Prompt: "What if Beej has a really bad nightmare (wake up in cold sweat, shaking, absolutely terrified kind of nightmare) and Lydia comforts him. Just some good old sibling hurt/comfort and fluff." Requester: attack_choppa01 on AO3 Warnings: nightmares, panic attacks, vomiting, the following within a nightmare: child abuse, child death, verbal abuse, emotional manipulation, Juno (she needs her own warning), violence Word Count: 7,563 Read on AO3

Friday nights were reserved for Lydia and Beetlejuice to hang out. Sure, they had the weekends where they went out and did stuff, and family movie night was Thursdays, and she sometimes snuck him into school, but Fridays were 'chill nights'. Nights where Lydia forewent doing her homework, and as soon as dinner was finished the two of them headed upstairs or claimed the living room for their own use until the wee hours of the night when one or both of them got too tired to continue.

This particular Friday they took the living room, a pile of snacks spread out across the coffee table. Charles and Delia had headed upstairs a few hours ago, the Maitlands before that, so the two of them basically had run of the house as long as they kept the noise to a dull roar. Currently Lydia was sprawled across the couch, Beetlejuice perched on the back like a cat, or perhaps a bird. Her Switch was plugged into the TV, and she was wiping the floor with Beej in Super Smash Bros.

"Come on, you're so bad at this," she heckled, hitting Beej's character off the map as he made a strangled noise of anger. He managed to double-jump back to safety only for her to hit him off again, this time he wasn't so lucky, and his character lost a life. "I thought demons were supposed to be good at everything. What happened, Mr. 'Ghost with the Most?' Lost your touch in your old age?"

"Shut up." She could feel his leg bouncing against the back of the couch, could hear him aggressively smashing buttons as he tried to no avail to gain the upperhand. Instead he dashed right off the edge and she hit him back when he tried to recover. "Goddamn it! If this was Mario Kart I'd be kicking your ass hardcore!" Lydia knew this was true, hence why they weren't currently playing it. He grit his teeth and leaned forward, nearly falling off his perch as he glared daggers at the screen.

And of course Lydia got her final smash and destroyed him. The match ended and he threw his hands in the air. "Fuck it, I'm done with this. Put a different game on." Lydia grinned meanly at him and started readying up another match, and he 'accidentally' dropped his controller onto her head. "Oops, my hands aren't working anymore," he deadpanned, holding out his arms which he spaghetti-fied, them hanging loosely in her face. "Can't play any more Smash, oh noooooo. Whatever shall we do?"

"Ew, get your noodle-ass arms out of my face, BJ," Lydia shoved them, and they swung limply. "Ugh, stop being a baby. Fine, what about Mario Party?" She hit the home button, blindly throwing the controller back at him. He hurriedly grabbed it out of the air to make sure it didn't fly across the room and ended up toppling backwards off the couch and landed on his head with a cartoonish bell noise. Lydia sat up to look at him, laughing so hard her face screwed up. "What the fuck happened to you, Beej?"

"Well," he grouched as he flopped over before sitting up. "You'd've ripped my balls off if I let the controller break." He said it matter-of-factly, giving her a dirty look and rubbing the top of his head despite the fall not hurting all that much, in reality. Lydia only continued to laugh at him. "I sacrificed myself to save you sixty bucks and you're laughing at me."

"You're so stupid. You could have just used your powers, or not fallen off the couch, or, and this is groundbreaking I know, not have dropped it on my head in the first place."

He mocked her, making a hand puppet and going "mleh mleh mleh mleh," in a high-pitched, whiny voice before he hopped over the back of the couch to sit properly. Lydia barely moved her legs out of the way before he sat on them, and she stretched back out and used him as a footrest. She just gave him a sweet smile when he turned a raised eyebrow in her direction, and he rolled his eyes and propped his own legs up on the table. 

The two end up gaming for a few more hours, working their way through the snacks–Beetlejuice, mostly–before Lydia's ass starts to hurt from the couch. They had just finished the level they were fucking around in, neither really taking it seriously any longer, and she quit the game. "What? Why'd you close it?" Beetlejuice asked her, tilting his head as she held her hand out for the controller. 

"I'm done, I got bored," she told him, shaking her hand for emphasis until Beej handed it over. She swung her legs off his lap and stood up, stretching and feeling her back crack. She attached the controllers back onto the Switch and grabbed it from where it was docked, before turning off the TV. 

"Aw come on, going to bed already? The night's still young," Beetle whined, flopping onto his side dramatically. He stared at her from the darkness that fell over the room, eyes glowing from the couch. He'd look scary if not for the fact he was practically giving her puppy-dog eyes. 

"I was going to go watch some true crime on my laptop, if you want to come. I'm gonna put on Nick Crowley," she offered, knowing he liked that particular Youtuber. He scrambled upwards and waved away their trash before falling in step–or, rather, started floating a step behind her. "Do you remember where we left off, BJ?"

"Uuuuh," Beetlejuice hummed, wracking his brain as he tried to remember. Oh, right! "Last one we watched was about the Dyatlov Pass." 

He followed Lydia into her room. He leapt onto the bed as she headed to her desk and exchanged the Switch for her laptop, grinning at her as she turned and stared at him. She shoved him out of her spot and opened her laptop. He peered over her shoulder to see if she had any tabs she forgot to close he could tease her about, but it was all school-related except Twitter and Tumblr. Weirdo, but not teasing-worthy. Boo.

She pulled up Youtube and quickly navigated to the correct channel, scrolling through the videos until they found where they had left off. Clicking the next video, something about Smiley Face killings. Lydia got under the covers, handing Beej the laptop to prop up on his legs. He did so only after wrapping himself in her black fuzzy blanket, not needing the heat but liking how it felt. He had a matching one in his room but he couldn't be bothered getting up to get it, nor teleporting it either. She let him borrow it, only saying she'd send him back to the Netherworld if it stank. 

They both fell quiet as he pressed play on the video, though they did pause it occasionally to talk about what was happening or crack a morbid, most definitely inappropriate joke. Three videos in, Beetlejuice felt the telltale tug of sleep trying to drag him under. He was comfy enough with the blanket around his shoulders and Lydia against his side that he didn't have the intense urge to fight it. He did half-heartedly attempt to stay awake, however. Lydia would fall asleep first, probably, and he could head onto the roof or his own room after that. 

Except she was as awake as possible and put on the next video when it took Beetlejuice too long to do so. She glanced up at him and saw him bite back a yawn before focusing on the screen. Heh, she should make a joke about him being tired. It's not like he did anything all day. She at least had an excuse to be tired. By the time she came up with a suitable quip, which took less than a minute, and paused the video, he had his head slumped forward, eyes shut and mouth parted slightly. 

She was lucky he didn't snore, or, thank Christ, drool. She elbowed him and he jerked awake, glaring at her. "Aww, is the baby tired? Is it beddy bye for the big bad demon?" She cooed at him, laying the baby-talk on thick. 

"I'm awake," he grumbled, leaning back and crossing his arms. He stared pointedly at the video, before conjuring a third arm to flick her ear when she didn't unpause it. "C'mon I ain't getting any deadder here, Witchy."

"Are you sure you can stay awake? You look reeaal tired there, Beebleboose." He flicked her again and she snickered. 

"I'm fine, put on the damn video before I eat your laptop," he threatened, and she slapped his arm before leaning forward to unpause it. He got through the rest of the video and lasted a whole 4 minutes of the next video before his head tipped backwards and he was out again, arms still crossed. 

She'd finish the video and then kick him out, she supposed. Except she didn't make it through, either, eyes drooping before she, too, fell asleep. Her head hit his chest, the video droning on, unaware and forgotten, in the background.

- - - -

When he woke up, the room was dark, the laptop nowhere to be seen. Perhaps Lydia had grabbed it when he had fallen asleep to make sure it didn't fall to the ground? Yeah, that made sense. Beetlejuice blinked and rubbed his eyes, wondering why it was so dark, he could usually see pretty damn well in the dark, almost perfectly, in fact. Whatever, probably a side-effect of his half-awake state. He stood up and headed towards the door, intent on heading to his own room or something, but paused when he heard voices coming from downstairs. 

Well, he couldn't ever pass up eavesdropping! He quietly made his way down the steps, avoiding the one that always creaked when stepped on, and hid just above the landing, peeking out to see who was talking. He didn't see anything, not at first, and he frowned. He could have sworn that there had been voices–

Lydia yelled from the kitchen and Beetlejuice didn't think before he was leaping down the stairs and charging towards where he had heard her yell. She yelled again, "No! Stop, why are you doing this, leave me alone!" He begged himself to go faster, why was he so slow right now, but something wrapped around his ankles and tripped him. He hit the ground, hard, and turned with a snarl.

Whatever was around his ankles was invisible, but he could feel it sticking to him. He reached down to rip it off but it just tangled around his hands as well. No, fuck this! He conjured fire in his hands and felt whatever it was begin to burn away, leaving him free enough to spring to his feet and charge into the kitchen. It was empty.

He looked wildly around, growling under his breath before calling, "Lydia! I'm coming!" There was a commotion from the living room and he leapt over the island in the kitchen and into the living room. Lydia was holding onto the wall with both her hands, kicking out against whatever was trying to drag her through a door, green mist billowing out behind her. "Lydia!"

"Beetlejuice, help!" Lydia cried, kicking again. He ran forward, hand outstretched to grab her, but it suddenly felt like something physical slammed into him, filling his head with ice. He froze stock still as a gnarled hand appeared from behind Lydia, a long, clawed finger pointing at him. Lydia was put down, a matching grizzled hand on her shoulder to keep her in place as Juno's glare met Beetlejuice's stare.

"Not today, Lawrence, I can't have you messing everything up for once," She barked, waving her hand and making him slam backwards against the wall. He struggled against the possession, baring his teeth at the older demon, but a phantom sensation tightened against his throat and kept him pinned. "Do as you're told for once in your not-life and stay put."

He opened his mouth to make a retort, to tell her to get her wrinkled hands off Lydia, to fuck off, to go eat shit and jump into the void, something, but he choked instead, the pressure against his throat worsening. He managed to free one of his hands from her possession to claw at his throat, but all he did was seemingly rip away layer after layer of… spiderwebs? He shook his hand to try and rid the sticky webs from it, but they clung to his skin and wound around his fingers.

"You! I told you before, no one leaves the Netherworld. You're coming with me, I have a special place for you." Juno grabbed Lydia again, her fighting doing nothing against the surprisingly sturdy demon, who conjured up a lit cigarette in her mouth. She took a deep drag, the smoke escaping through the gash in her throat, and Lydia coughed as it plumed in her face. "Don't make this harder on yourself."

Beetlejuice struggled again, trying desperately to get off the wall and do something, to help Lydia instead of just watching, but he couldn't. Damn it, he was stronger than this, why couldn't he just break this! 

"No! Beetlejuice, help me!" Lydia screamed, and his eyes snapped up to watch as she was dragged through the door, her grip slipping from the wall. Suddenly the pressure keeping him stuck to the wall faded and he stumbled forward.

"Lydia, wait!" He bolted forward as the door closed, trying to hook his claws in the gap between it and the wall but he wasn't quick enough. The door slammed shut in his face and he beat his fist against it, heart pounding in his chest. No. No! No! Shit! "Lydia!" He cried in anguish, banging on the wall again three times. Nothing happened and he howled wordlessly. No, no, he couldn't lose Lyds. He couldn't let her get stuck in Juno's clutches. 

He yelled again, kicking the wall this time before pacing in front of it. No one came downstairs, which surprised him, but he cursed them in his head silently. Fine, fuck them, who needs them? He could get Lydia back all by himself. He conjured a piece of chalk and drew a haphazard door onto the wall, knocking three times in quick succession. When it didn't open he grabbed the edge and forced it to. He was a fucking demon, he could bend reality if he really wanted.

He stepped through before it could be closed and found himself in the offices where Newly-Deads ended up, and didn't even spare a glance around before shoving his way through the staff door, slamming it open with a frame-rattling bang. "Where is she?" He snarled, but no one was around to take his anger out on. Fine. No one could stop him, then. Good. He stalked out into the hall and glared around, daring anyone to come from the woodworks to stop him. No one did, and he headed down the never-ending hallway.

The twists and turns and spinning made him dizzy in a way it didn't usually, but he chalked it up to his fear for Lydia messing with his perception. What felt like fifteen years and also only twenty seconds passed and he found himself in front of Juno's office, the only thing announcing this being a tiny plaque on the wall that read uoJn hgtoShog.

He took a deep breath to try and force some of his anxiety away and instead replace it with anger. Teeth on full display, lips peeled back in a snarl, he opened the door. Lydia was cowering against Juno's desk, said demon standing over her with her hand raised. Beetlejuice moved before his mind could think and he darted forward to grab Lydia and push her behind him.

"I thought I told you to keep out of this," Juno sneered, staring impassively down at him. Beetlejuice couldn't make his mouth move, and she laughed at him. "What's the matter, Lawrence? Finally learn how to hold your tongue?" He grit his teeth and tried to glare at her. "Aw, look at you, so scary. What a big, scary demon, glaring down his own mother. You're pathetic, nothing but a mistake."

He tightened his hold on Lydia and pushed her further behind him. Lydia glared hatefully at Juno and he begged her to keep her mouth shut, let her focus on him. "You're pathetic," she hissed, and Beetlejuice cursed in his brain, since he still couldn't make himself speak. "Nothing but a big bully."

Juno's eyes snapped to Lydia, and she took a step forward. Beetlejuice was rooted to the spot but he still squared his shoulders and stood protectively in front of Lydia. "Did you say something, pest? I don't remember inviting you to speak? What, are you Lawrence's protector or something?" She threw her head back and laughed, it grated against Beetlejuice's ears and he'd have winced if he could move. "He's really such a pathetic, fucked up excuse for a demon that he has to have a little human girl stand up for him."

Juno reached out and easily batted Beetlejuice away from Lydia, sending him crashing against her desk. She then grabbed Lydia by the arm and hefted her into the air, somehow larger than life itself as she glared at the girl. "Do you know what we demons do to weaklings here?"

Stop, put her down! Leave her alone, is what he wanted to yell. He tried to force himself to his feet, but he remained powerless and stuck in his spot as he watched Juno shake Lydia around like a rag-doll. He felt something crack in his own brain when Lydia spat, "You don't scare me," and got slapped across the face. He wanted to scream, he wanted to rip his mother from limb to limb, he wanted to grab Lydia and hug her and tell her not to backtalk to a demon older than magic itself. He wanted to do a lot and all he could do was watch in muted horror.

"How about we show her, Lawrence? You love putting on shows, don't you? For the attention it brings. What is your stupid little catchphrase again?" Juno put a hand to her chin in mocking thought, twirling Lydia around like she was nothing, ignoring his cries. Lydia was now held between two fingers, Juno the size of a building and the room growing to accommodate for her size. "Oh, right, how could I forget, it's so fucking stupid, just like you."

She stopped swinging Lydia and instead held her up at eye-level. Lydia clawed at Juno's fingers and kicked her feet in the open air. "It's showtime, isn't it, Lawrence?" 

Something shattered behind him, he could feel it, but he couldn't bring himself to move. The room went pitch black, a spiderweb spreading across the floor and creeping up the walls, blood-red light shining from nowhere and everywhere at once. Beetlejuice found himself standing, now, at the end of a web-lined tunnel, Juno and Lydia at the far end. Clawed hands gripped his arms, his legs, his neck, his hair and forced him to his knees, ripping his head up to make sure he watched whatever was going to happen next. Terror bubbled in his veins, both cold as ice and burning him like flames, leaving him shaking and struggling desperately against the hands. 

"I want you to watch, Lawrence, what happens when you mess with things you shouldn't have," his mother's voice echoed in his ear, in his brain, railroad spikes of fear and adrenaline that stabbed through his body. He managed to get his feet under him and started to stand when he froze again, eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

Lydia was now chained to the wall, gag shoved into her mouth. Black shapes emerged from the shadows. Spiders, or something close to that. They approached Lydia, chittering, their feet scraping against the floor oddly. Lydia stared at him, begging him to help her, stop this, do something, but the hands held fast, claws digging in painfully to keep him at a heel.

The first spider-like creature approached her, bobbing and weaving strangely, skittering around her feet. She flinched when it touched her, and it jerked backwards, spitting a glob of something at her. It hit her in the leg and instantly the scent of burning flesh filled the area. Lydia screamed behind the gag, the muscles in her leg jumping, and Beetlejuice couldn't let this go on. He couldn't let her get hurt. He lunged forward but the claws shoved him to the ground, bashing his head against the floor until he saw stars. Now, dizzy and woozy, they pulled him back upright, holding his head at an uncomfortable angle. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, while also trying to focus on his powers which were refusing to work for him. Another one of the spider-things crawled up the wall and shivered next to Lydia's neck, glowing and crackling oddly. It stepped onto her arm and she jerked back against the wall, a scream tearing from her throat as she was electrocuted. Again, Beetlejuice tried to fight the claws holding him, and again they merely shoved him to the ground. This time they didn't pick him up, instead they just wrenched his head back until his neck snapped out of place.

The third and final creature bristled from the floor, swinging its two tails as it rattled threateningly. Lydia hung limply, tears pouring from her eyes as she caught Beetlejuice's stare again. And again she silently begged for him to stop it. He grit his teeth and slowly, slowly, shifted his legs. The spider-creature darted forward, one of its two tails stabbing forward. It missed Lydia by mere inches, imbedding into the wall and melting the surrounding area like it was butter in a microwave.

The other tail swung forward and Beetlejuice pulled against the hands, digging his feet into the ground and ripping himself from their grip. He hit the ground and scrambled onto his hands and knees, before stumbling to his feet with a scream. He dashed forward, but it felt like he was fighting molasses, the ground itself fighting every step and keeping him mostly in place. 

He watched as the tail stabbed Lydia in the chest, and felt a third and final crack as her scream cut off into nothing, the room going 20 degrees colder as the feeling of death washed over him. "No!" He shrieked, falling forward and down into an inky abyss, drowning in the too-cold, too-hot darkness.

- - - - -

Lydia was almost thrown completely from the bed, waking up as her shoulders hit the floor. She blinked up at her ceiling for a moment, brain struggling to figure out what happened and why she was down there instead of in her bed. Her angle was too wrong to have simply rolled out of bed, so why was she…

She pulled herself up, legs hitting the floor too, and stood in one motion. Beej. He was thrashing where he was half-laying down, sweat beading against his brow and face screwed up in terror. Even his hair had gone white and orange, and she dodged a flailing hand as she crept closer. "Hey, Beej," she whispered, trying to wake him up without touching him. She wasn't sure if touching him would make things worse or help, but she didn't want to chance anything. That, and she was lowkey afraid he'd bite her, like a scared dog.

"Beej, wake up," she tried again, a little louder. She got a slightly closer, hands hovering over his shoulders. Should she… slap him like they did in the movies? No, that was stupid, he'd probably just think she was being mean on purpose and fucking leave. "BJ." Again, he just turned his head and kicked his legs, a choked noise warbling from his throat. She hated to do this, but she knew it would probably work. "Beetlejuice, wake up!" She hissed.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he shot upright, his forehead connecting against hers with a crack. She stumbled away and raised her hands to her face with a muffled curse, prodding at the area. It stung but it didn't seem to have broken the skin, or like it would really bruise. Jesus fuck. Lydia opened her eyes to see Beetlejuice shoving no less than half his fist into his mouth to unsuccessfully muffle a scream. 

Oh, God, he was crying. To her horror, tears bubbled up from his eyes and dripped down his face as he bit down further on his fist, now just whimpering pathetically. Lydia moved back to his side and crouched down, hand hovering over his knee. "Beej, hello?" He didn't look at her, which was unexpected, and she hesitated before waving her hand in front of his face.

He flinched away from the movement but didn't seem to actually register her, and she wracked her brain for what to do. What did she do when she had a nightmare? Quick, Lydia, think. When she was younger she'd go wake up her parents to comfort her, but once she got old enough that she thought that was childish she'd stopped. Now she usually just waited out the panic until she got tired enough to sleep again, wrote it down in her dumb sleep-journal, or barring those, got Beej to come distract her.

She had no idea what to do. He obviously wasn't going to stop panicking any time soon on his own, and he was getting louder, risking waking the rest of the house. She doubted he had a dream journal. That left trying to distract him, but first she had to get him to focus on her.

"Hey, hey, B-man," she tried to get his attention, shaking his shoulder slightly. This time his eyes slid over to her, slowly, and met hers. She watched as his pupils widened, then shrunk to pinpricks, and could physically see the moment something clicked in his head.

"Lydia?" he whispered in a cracking voice, and she winced at how rough it sounded. Yikes. He reached out and grabbed the sides of her face, and she tried not to flinch away from them because one had just been crammed into his mouth and was now bleeding slightly. He squished her cheeks for a moment before one of his hands lowered to press against her throat.

He was checking her pulse, she realized, and tilted her head slightly to make it easier on him. "I promise you I am alive, you can't get rid of me that easily," she weakly joked, giving him a small smile which he didn't return. She could feel his hands shaking against her face and neck. "And even if I did die I'd haunt your ass."

After a moment he pulled his hands off of her and covered his face, mutterting, "Jesus fucking Christ shitting on a stick," in what she could only describe as a very strained voice. He didn't move after that, except to lean back against the headboard. She took this chance to crawl back into the bed beside him and sit facing him.

"Are you… no that's stupid, you're obviously not okay. Um, did you have a nightmare?" She scratched the back of her head, trying to figure out what her therapist would tell her to do in this situation. Maybe she'd ask next time she went. Beej didn't move, just grunted listlessly. She'd take that as a yes. "Do you… want to talk about it?"

He shook his head slightly, hair shifting rapidly through a motley of colors, before it settled on the gross yellow-green she associated with him not feeling well, with a few streaks of white that made him look like he was going gray. Normally she'd tease him about it, lightly rib him and poke fun at him because it was the best way to distract him, but that made something churn in her gut at the moment, so she refrained. 

You know, for someone who claimed to not need to breathe, he did it a lot. And right now it was picking up to a rather unhealthy speed. Cool, great, he was hyperventilating now. She needed to get him to stop thinking about it, at least until he wanted to talk about it, or he looked less like he was going to vomit all over her bed due to anxiety. Actually, her first step was to get her wastebasket from next to her desk because she wasn't exaggerating, he looked like he was going to be sick.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay," she chanted, scurrying off her bed and across the room. She snagged the small trash can and barely made it back to her bed before Beetlejuice jerked forward. "Here!" She shoved the waste basket into his hands just in time for him to wretch into it. "Gross," she muttered, curling her lip at the sound of her resident demon spilling his guts into a trash can.

Rather bravely despite her disgust, she climbed back onto the bed and patted his shoulder in sympathy. While she had never actually thrown up from her own panic attacks, she had gotten close once or twice, so the fact that the normally rather iron-stomached demon was currently crying and puking into her plastic trash can because of his? Fucked up in her opinion. 

"Sorry," his voice wavered, muffled strangely from where his head was still in the trash can. He swallowed and breathed slowly from his mouth, trying to do the breathing thing that Lydia and Adam had taught him. It didn't quite work, he still felt like shit, and his breath kept getting caught in his throat and making him choke, but he didn't feel quite as sick as before. He chanced lifting his head and felt even better now that he wasn't breathing trash can air. Who'd've thought?

He felt dizzy, though, now, and his heart was still pounding against his ribs, and his brain kept replaying the scene over and over and over again, which only made his breathing pick up again despite his best efforts.

He vaguely heard Lydia ask if he was done, and assuming she meant vomiting like a kid after a roller coaster he nodded. She took the waste basket and he felt her leave the bed for a moment and open her door, dropping it outside to be dealt with later before shutting it again. "Suck on this," she told him, pressing something into his hand. 

He opened his eyes and looked down, squinting at the yellow-wrapped candy. She probably knew what she was doing and he unwrapped it and put it in his mouth before wincing at the sourness made him flinch. "What the fuck," he mumbled around the piece of candy, a tiny part of his mind noting that she hadn't said to eat it, so he didn't immediately crush it between his teeth to stop the sourness. "I'm having a mental breakdown and you give me candy. What am I, five?"

"It worked, didn't it?" Lydia asked, for the umpteenth time that night getting back into her bed. "Lemons are good for when you're having a panic attack because the sourness forces your brain to focus on that instead of your panic. I don't have any whole lemons laying around but I did have some Warheads in my bag from school."

That made… no sense to Beetlejuice, but it worked apparently because it did shock his brain out of his panic. Now he just felt the dull lingering fight-or-flight vibrating in his bones, leaving him exhausted and shaky. "Weird…" 

"I know, right? I learned that from Tiktok, believe it or not." He gave her a disbelieving look, and she pulled out her phone, typing something into it before shoving it under his nose. Yep, that was a bald dude in glasses saying a lot of words biting into a whole-ass lemon. She pulled her phone back when the video ended, smiling at him. "See, the app isn't all garbage."

"Whatever, I still think it's stupid," he grumbled around the candy in his mouth. It wasn't sour anymore, and so he bit it, chewing it quickly before swallowing. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he thought, before he sighed. "Sorry."

"Why? For what?" Lydia looked genuinely confused and his eyebrow twitched. Uh? For freaking out? For ruining their night? For throwing up in her dumb little trash can? For having a stupid fucking nightmare right where she could see him? For being stupid enough to fall asleep in the first place?

"For making you deal with my bullshit," he said wearily instead of yelling the rest of it. It was too late (early?) for yelling, the last thing he wanted was Chuck to come in and berate them for being too loud. He could have an ounce of self-control every once in a while, surprisingly. 

Lydia squinted at him, before muttering, "we really need to get you to therapy."

"No thank you. I won't go see a shrink. My brain is an enigma that I don't even get to understand." He grinned at her but it fell short of his eyes, and it quickly dropped. He looked down at his hands which were clenched into fists on his lap, and he flexed them. He could still feel the phantom claws pinning him to the floor, could smell the burning flesh, could feel the sudden freezing cloud of death

"You look like you need a hug, come here," Lydia's only slightly awkward voice cut through his thoughts and he glanced up to see her holding her arms open. "I don't know what you dreamed about but you're okay. We're okay," she told him in a strange tone of voice that told him that she had totally noticed him check her pulse earlier.

He leaned forward and pressed his face against her shoulder, and he felt her wrap her arms around him. He focused on the steady pounding of her heartbeat he could hear for a long couple of seconds before he wrapped his own arms around her and hugged back. He was bent a little awkwardly but… the hug was nice. It wasn't one of their usual quick, one-armed, sibling hugs, but something more grounding, more substantial. It melted some of the tension in his shoulders and he tightened his hold on her.

"I won't make you talk about it," she spoke into his hair, leaning her chin on top of his head. "But it might help. It always helped me, how many times have I dragged your ass in here to complain about whatever stupid dream woke me up?" She laughed slightly, and she felt him huff out an amused breath against her collarbone. "I doubt yours was about going to school with no pants on, though. God, that was a stupid nightmare, I don't even remember why it worked me up so much."

"Cause you care too much what people think, Night Terror. 'S a problem," He snorted, twisting his hand into her PJ top. He was avoiding the topic, not something she could really begrudge him for. "But you're right, this wasn't a 'oh no my teeth are falling out!' kind of nightmare, kid." Something about hearing him call her 'kid' while she hugged him made her have to fight a smile. This was serious, they were being serious, she couldn't actually laugh at him right now, otherwise he'd leave and then where would they be?

"Well, what happened, then?" The hug was getting a little much for Lydia, but she didn't let go because she could acutely tell that the touch was helping. She wasn't much for physical touch, but Beetlejuice tried to have contact with people as much as he possibly could. "If it wasn't your teeth falling out, then what? Were you falling forever until you finally hit the ground and bounced?"

"Haha, really funny, tease the fat guy," Beej snorted dryly, finally pulling back from the hug and giving her a flat stare. His lips shook in that particular way they did when he was trying as hard as he could to not smile. Good, it was better than him crying. "You're difficult, did you know that?"

"I try to be. Sooooo…"

He rubbed his face and brought his knees up to lay his head on top of, staring at her from the corner of his eyes. "I woke up and was gonna go back to my room to let you sleep, and I heard voices from downstairs, thinking it was Chuck and Delia, I went down to eavesdrop, as one does–" Lydia nodded because, yeah, obviously "–but there was no one there, and then I heard you yell from the kitchen. I ran in but again there was no one there, and I heard you again in the living room and that's when I saw that… she had you."

Lydia didn't need to ask who 'she' was, she could make a spot on guess based entirely off the way Beetlejuice had spat out the word like it burned him. Juno. So, Juno grabbed her, and then what? Lydia stared expectantly and Beetlejuice averted his eyes.

"I tried to stop her but I wasn't strong enough and she held me back and dragged you to the Netherworld. I couldn't get to the door before it closed and no one would wake up to come help so I drew my own door. It wouldn't open for me so I forced my way in, and got to Juno's office where she was standing over you as if she had hit you."

His voice grew detached, oddly stilted, as if he was reading an academic paper instead of regaling something that terrified him, and he stared blankly across the room. Lydia put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver.

"I was mad, really mad, how dare she lay a hand on you? So I stepped in front of you and she thought it was so funny. She berated me, which I mean, what's new? And then I couldn't move and she grabbed you. And she grew, or we became tiny I don't know, and she shook you around and then she said she was going to show you what demons did to weaklings and forced me to watch."

She shifted until she could lean her head against his arm and felt him shudder again, muscles in his jaw tensing. "You can stop if you want," she offered him an out, but he either didn't hear her or flat out ignored her. She was suspecting the former, though, by the way he stared forward.

"Something held me in place, hands, or claws, or something, and she chained you to the wall where these spider-things took turns hurting you. The… the first one burned you with some kind of acid. I tried to get over to you but I was pushed to the ground until I couldn't see straight. The second electrocuted you and again I was shoved to the ground but this time they snapped my neck to make me watch. The third…"

He finally turned his face towards her and looked so genuinely distraught that she felt her heart sink. "I got you killed, Lyds. Because I was too weak and slow to stop it." He finally moved for the first time since he started speaking, leaning back and violently running his hands through his hair. "If I can't even protect you in a dream, how-how the fuck am I supposed to–" His voice broke, face screwing up. He let out a frustrated growl and tightened his grip on his hair.

"Do you know what I think?" She smiled at him and he opened a single eye to stare at her quizzically. "Dreams aren't fair. They aren't supposed to be. They don't make sense, your brain just makes up exactly what'll hurt you most. I think if, and that's a big if, anything ever did happen you'd stop it. You wouldn't let me get hurt."

"But what if–" he started but she shook her head, cutting him off.

"No 'what ifs' here. I know you wouldn't let anything happen to any of us. I know you're a big ol' softy, but you are still a really powerful demon, and no one messes with a demon's stuff, right?" He gave her a calculating look, both eyes staring unblinkingly at her, and she just grinned at him. "Besides, we beat Juno once, we can do it again. Even if it's a super-buffed up, hacked, perfect IV dream version of her. Super Saiyan Juno."

He laughed at that, dropping his hands to push her shoulder. "Super Saiyan Juno," he quoted, shaking his head at the sheer stupidity of it. "I'd hate to see what she'd look like as a Super Saiyan."

"She'd look real scary with muscles," Lydia giggled. "All old and wrinkled but with wicked huge muscles. Like an old body-builder."

"Ugh, gross, don't make me think of that," Beetlejuice pushed her head lightly to the bed, where she laughed and kicked his leg. "Now it's in my head you freak, what's wrong with you? Do you hate me that much, Lyds?"

"Oh yeah, I just hate you soooo much that I have to resort to psychological warfare," She agreed with a shit-eating grin that Beej matched. She kicked his thigh again with both feet before sitting up. "Hey, where'd my laptop go?" She was wide awake now, and it wasn't worth going back to sleep.

Beetlejuice looked around, before peering over the side of the bed. It wasn't there. Lydia crawled to the foot of the bed and looked, but it wasn't there either. "Where the fuck," she heard Beej mumble, and the two of them spent the next 20 minutes looking for her stupid laptop.

Beej even fished around his pocket dimension and came up with nothing, the only laptops he had were one of the oldest clunkers she'd ever seen and then a hot-pink monstrosity with Barbie all over it. 

"How do we lose an entire laptop?" She asked the room, checking under her bed again in case it mysteriously appeared there. "Are we both fucking stupid or?"

"I mean, we are," Beej grinned from across the room, "but this is beyond our usual idiocy. It's literally just gone, Scarecrow."

"There is no way it's just gone. Things don't just disappear, BJ. You didn't Thanos-snap it out of existence, did you?"

He gave her an offended look, hand on his chest. "Ow, my heart! You wound me! I'd know if I poofed it into oblivion. That isn't something that can just happen on accident."

"Sure, sure. Then where is it?"

It ended up being in the very last place either of them looked: the bed itself. Wrapped up in the back fuzzy blanket Beej had been using, it had gotten kicked to the bottom corner of the bed, only showing itself when Beetlejuice ripped the blanket off and it went sailing across the room. He froze it midair before it slammed into the wall and shared a look with Lydia before the two of them began to cackle, barely remembering to keep it down.

"We're so stupid, Beej," Lydia cried, flopping onto the bed and clutching her stomach as she laughed. "Why didn't we look there first?"

"We share one (1) braincell and neither of us had it in that moment," he wheezed, dropping heavily next to her and making her bounce. "It's almost as if the author forgot about the laptop until the last moment."

"What?"

"What?"

"Nevermind, give it to me, we're going to watch something stupid," she made grabby hands for her laptop and he handed it over. She glanced down at the time, 4:37 AM, and groaned. Well, she definitely wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, oh well. She'd just chug a bunch of coffee to make up for it. Sleep was for the weak anyway, she had plenty of time to sleep when she was dead. "You ever watch Smosh's TNTL?"

"Tee En Tee El? What?" He looked at her like she had just had a stroke, and she flipped him off.

"Try not to laugh, idiot. Have you?"

"No."

She clicked the most recent episode and handed him the laptop to hold. "Whoever laughs the most loses and has to do something the winner picks."

"Deal," Beetlejuice grinned, holding his hand out to shake. She grabbed his and sealed the deal, before starting the video, grinning because she knew she had this in the bag. She had already watched it, so she knew all the jokes. At one point, close to 7 AM her dad peaked in at them, surprised to hear them awake so early, and worried about the trash can outside her room, only to close the door when he heard, "I'm your mental illness! Okay, have a good bad day!"

Beetlejuice lost in the end, though surprisingly only by one laugh.

[spotlightstudios]

Oc Ramble Below the Cut:

Okay so, Prism is a character I've been rotating in my head:

He's the oldest of two siblings. He comes from a family of superheroes that are notorious for having two kids, one That's a support, the other who's an attacker.

Prism was a late bloomer to get his powers, but was the older of the two siblings. When his younger brother (Yuni) awakened powers that had a Light-based attribute it was obvious that he was the attacker and Prism was the support. Therefore they were both still trained as though they both had powers.

When Prism *did* get his powers, it was when Yuni was getting attacked by a Villain out in broad daylight (targeted attack) and he wasn't strong enough to fight the villain 1 on 1. Prism, y'know, manifested his powers in the moment. He's an Ore specialist who can form Glass off his body. He used that to amplify his brother's attacks and make shields for then against the attacker. Due to their training, they were able to work together really well and beat this guy as two rookies in a matter of minutes before pros could even show up.

Of course, Yuni and Prism didn't notice that Prism's powers had manifested weirdly. When the Pros showed up, Yuni and Prism were excitedly hugging and shoving eachother (like brothers would), but they misinterpreted it as a fight and separated the two, because Prism had Villain powers + the Villain title. They both tried to fight back, but it was p obvious they were outmatched by professionals, and so they were both taken by force. Yuni for his safety, Prism fir being a Villain.

After that point and a lot of legal trouble, Prism started to crack under anxiety of being unable to protect and help Yuni. His "Villain Obsession" was his family. In particular, his little brother. This was noted, and after a lot of fighting from the outside and bribes, Yuni got Prism released from prison and placed on as his 'body guard' of sorts. He promises to make sure Prism would abide by hero rules or he'd let them take him back to prison.

Of course, Prism has a few screws loose, but mostly was completely normal around his brother. They went back to classes, lived normally as civilians, it was only in battle that things would change. Prism was known as Yuni's 'pet villain' because he was usually on a metaphorical tight leash. It was unheard of for a hero to use a Villain as a support, but Yuni's special circumstances and heritage allowed it.

Of course, the brothers really liked being able to fight together and put up an act of beast and tamer, but they were really just goofy siblings. Some part of them were aware of the injustice within both the hero and villain sides, but they had a good gig so they didn't bother caring too much. It was simply a game to them, because they were so isolated.

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I imagine this happens to them a few times: Either villains kidnapping Yuni to try and use him as ransom, expecting Prism to help them, only for Prism to personally hunt them down and explode them to smithereens. Or. Villains kidnapping Prism to try and free him from Yuni, only for the villains to just release Prism after he either beats them up or explains very clearly that he's there willingly cuz Yuni's his brother and they're very content.

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Prism is also a very strong villain on his own merit, lots of training and honing his abilities so he's not just a useless support. He's probably a whole rank stronger than his lil bro (and could easily defeat him), but that's just how he works. He simply wants to be as strong as he can so his brother never has to be alone. (If he gets caught, killed, goes crazy, etc that would leave Yuni alone, and Prism won't let that happen.)

[woblut]

As per usual it was a nasty start to the morning. The fucking rain gutter broke again leaving my porch destroyed from the acid and making me late to class again. As pissed as I already was about having to clean and missing my breakfast I couldn't stop to complain or else I would be in even more trouble so I'd promptly ignored everyone who'd approach me on my way. Call it rude but it is how is, especially when you live around the End City zone. At least we're better than Party Hold or at least that's what we're told, many people like to disagree with it but how much of it is true is unknown as you're allowed to enter that zone without a solid reason too. And by that I mean get banished or send away as a guard. Though you could easily run away if you wanted to, just with no return. I honestly don't know how much you would have to screw up in your life to get to that point but that's just enough of my tangent.

As soon as I arrived to class the teacher had left for a break. I watched as she went down the hallway from a corner and slipped right into the room as soon as she was out of the picture. It's a pretty high end place as it's located right near the barrier between our district and Price Square so a lot of the students are from well off families. I'm barely keeping up with the bare minimum needed to pass so a public humiliation from that snarky bitch wouldn't have done me any good.

Sasha and Daniel were already there to my surprise. I mean Sasha was obvious but Daniel? Something weird is definitely going on to get that guy out of bed this early so I went to investigate.

- What's up bro?

- You're asking me? Why are you up this early? Did someone die or what? And why is Sasha face flat on her desk like that? She looks dead as well.

- In a great mood as always I see! Well... A few things happened.

- And those are?

- We're gonna have guests coming over. Some higher ups from Price Square apparently. They're making announcements about loose criminals and stuff. They want everyone to be on the lookout for them. It sounds ecstatic, like a true puzzle that needs solving.

- You've read too much mystery novels. Don't go around looking for trouble or you might not come it alive idiot. Also it that really what took out Sasha like that? Never thought she had this weak of a heart.

- Nooo... - she rose from her slumber - I just have a lot of work to catch up on. I spend the entirety of last night redoing past assignments to have them turned in as fast as possible or else they would fail me. I'm still not done with some of them.

The next class was about to start and I couldn't help but wonder... It's not normal for someone in such a high position to go around warning people about a random runaway thieve or someone of that sort so just how big of a crime must they have committed? But little did I know that question wasn't gonna be answered so soon.

Time has passed as usual and we were already back from our lunch break without any news about the so called criminals, that is until now. The teacher sat us down and in came the Royal Guards. Yes, you heard that right - Royal Guards. This was beyond what anyone was expecting. They work only on behalf of direct commands from the Crowned Family and the Twelve Overloads. Just how big of a danger must it have been to trigger someone all the way from the highest part of the society?

One of them took out a weird metal scroll and started the announcement:

"On the night between the 20th and 21st of May Feliks Miller, age 15, and Yulia Lysenko, age 14, have escaped the barriers of the 4th district known as Party Hold. They are estimated to be hiding within the the 3rd district known as End City and are to be returned to the nearest organs of the law if seen by any of the citizens. Any form of withholding information about their whereabouts will be considered as disloyalty to the crown and punished. The criminals have been described to be a short, skinny, dark haired male with green eyes wearing ripped up brown pants with a dirty white shirt and a short, skinny, blonde female with a dirty white dress and no shoes. That is all."

The murmurs started as soon as the guards left and no wonder why. I mean, 14 and 15?! Those are children! It's not like I have much to say as 17 year old myself but I just can't imagine what could they have done to be in that district to begin with. And from what we know they couldn't have been born there as children from that zone are taken right after birth and placed with new families in other zones as required by law.

The school day has come to a close and I was on my way back home but I still couldn't shake the feeling of something weird being tied to that whole situation. I mean even if they had escaped it wouldn't have normally been this big of a deal useless they were some extreme criminal offenders capable of doing unspeakable things but I just couldn't imagine two kids being capable of doing anything of that sort. It just seemed so odd that I couldn't help but spend the entirety of my ride back home trying to figure it out but unable to come up with anything. And just like that the tram pulled up at the last stop and I proceeded to try and distract myself from today's revelations but to no avail. Every building I would pass was a distraction but my brain kept on pulling me back into the mystery and soon each and every sound I'd pass was too loud, each and every colour was too bright, each and every person was too much and the more it went on the more I couldn't stand it.

I've finally made it home and collapsed at the door concerning my poor aunt who rushed from the kitchen to help me calm down.

- Again?

- Yeah, I'm sorry I just need a moment to myself.

- That's fine. I'll bring you the dinner once I'm done with it. You can eat it in your room once you feel like it. It's probably because of the weather. This recent spike in acid rains lately has poisoned quite a lot of the area, not even my flowers survived it and I made sure to keep them inside. I just hope it stops soon and everything starts to recover at least as much as it can.

- Thank you.

- It's fine, it's fine. Just do me a favour and don't strain yourself.

Having said that, auntie Lena went back to frying cutlets and I ascended upstairs with a mild headache, plopped on my bed and took a quick nap to recover.

Evening was already approaching and I decided to come down with the dishes and clean a little bit of the front porch and the entrance to the house.

We're lucky enough to be living in a pretty cosy place. It's a triplet around the outskirts of the city but still close enough to the main area to be considered pretty safe. The outside is mainly made of metal and red brick so that it doesn't break easily in our questionable weather. There are issues with water sometimes as it isn't always the safe clear water from the highest districts but the muddy radioactive one from the local rivers flowing and it really just depends on the day which one you'll get but we're learned to manage with what we have.

As I was sweeping the front and admiring the beauty of the sunset I heard a weird ruckus coming from the neighbour's bushes which is never a good sign as it could be simply a beggar or a danger to my life. Not wanting to test my luck I quickly wrapped up my work and went back inside but the noises didn't disappear at all for the next few hours. If anything they only got worse. You could tell someone was there and they were not alone. I'd watch the area from my window to see if anything would change and eventually in the dead of the night I finally saw a shadow run out and disappear behind the blocks on the other side of the street. Thinking that was gonna be end of it I finally decided to rest before the next day starts.

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There was no more suspicious activity in the morning or at least not more than usual. I packed my stuff and when downstairs to be greeted by Dorian, my aunt's husband. He was repairing the old stove. Apparently there was something about a possible gas leakage. I left him to it as I would rather not be pulled into an hour long tangent about the importance of his crafts as he was a rather passionate handyman and I wasn't particularly interested. As I was leaving for school my aunt stopped me to water the front yard for her. Not sure what she was hoping to achieve as the whole area was basically a desert with just a bunch of rather fucked up sticks sticking out in random places but it's better not to anger her in the morning so I followed. They're good people and I wouldn't wish to ever upset either of them as they've brought me up as if I was their own. But as I was performing my pointless task I couldn't help but keep on looking at the bushes from yesterday. It wasn't unusual for animals or homeless people to hide in them and the family living to our right was to good hearted to shoo them away most of the time useless it really caused them trouble but there was something weird about this situation and I could put my finger on it.

I continued on my way to school. Same old route, same old tram, everything seems to be broken but at the same time it all works just fine and does so as if it could never break no matter it's physical state. Summer is approaching, the rains have stopped as well and it's all just the golden sun and it hits me with nostalgia every time.

I arrived to school barely making it in time and Sasha was already waiting for me at the gate so I joined her.

- Hiiiii~

- Okay now, that's suspicious. What do you want?

- Oh come on, Oliver! Can't I just great my bestest of friends with a warm welcoming smile?

- Not useless you want something or you've been abducted by aliens and replaced with a poorly made copy. What is it? Spit it out!

- Hehe nope~

- Oh now you're just being annoying. Great.

- Hey, stop! Not that fast! Please, I'm sorry! Wait for me!

- Are you gonna talk now?

- I'll tell you later. Anyway, do you wanna come by after classes today? My dad's making lecsó.

- Sure, I'll let my aunt know I won't be home for dinner.

We arrived to class just as the bell had rang and Daniel wasn't there but that's nothing out of the norm so we kept his seat occupied for him in the meantime. He's usually fairly late, sometimes up to 4 hours, but that's just how he is. We've all gotten used to it, even the teachers don't care anymore.

They day has passed as normal. Daniel arrived around halfway through the second period and we all continued bickering about Sasha's suspicious behaviour. Nothing was different than any other day but I still couldn't shake the feeling that something seemed weirdly out of place and it was eating me up the whole time yet I didn't want to show it. I didn't want to worry anyone about something that could've been all in my head especially since I didn't have any solid proof that anything was different, it was only a feeling but a feeling so strong that I couldn't focus on anything else. I think they noticed it but didn't want to ask what was going on so they just pretend like nothing was wrong. I think it's good they didn't bother because have they asked I would've broken down right there in that moment and without an explanation worthy of noting.

[goldammerchen]

Since he is no longer representing a nation, do you think Gil could run for office in Germany or maybe the u.s senate or something?

I see him as a former HVA (GDR's foreign intelligence service) agent so even if he was a mere human I don't think he could sdfsdfdsf. A former know Stasi member having a candidature? Never. Imo he was on probation after the reunification, not jail only because what East Germans would think, and Ludwig would have dusted off his law degree, not resting (and not working) until his old bro that just got back was out, in a rare moment of defiance (family first).

(Extra hc: I think he mostly participed in foreign espionage, making him spy his own citizens would result in malicious compliance.)

...All of this being said, a joke candidature would be amazing. To cause chaos, or to pressure actual candidates to take some of the useful proposals, or both lmao. Chaotic from start to finish (imo after everything that happened he has more than a few screws loose), at the same time he does have a strong personality (too strong or to serious prussian persona would attract, weirdos tho...)

Trying to make sense of the contradictory wild hooligan canon character, and the actual prussian stereotypes makes Gilbert attractive to play with. Serious when needed, otherwise a wild card. In present time I see him a bit as an unsocialized animal (lol), that and his bad fame would make nearly impossible for him to get big rank public charge, but he still could be a public worker 🤔. The public service tradition predates Bismark after all, and he can be reliable and diligent. Could be trusted with jobs for Berlin or Brandenburg laenders, or small consulates; him being a kids teacher would be cute...

He does need action though, I think he would never stay in one work for too long. Plus, his situation is uncertain enough to make difficult to settle in one job, one profession, etc. He maybe would want to try everything while he can, or think he has too little time to put down roots, an habit that all nation-people probably have to certain extent, but for the contrary reasons: outliving humans.

[haik-choo]

I don't write cause I feel I don't have a good grasp on the characters personalities etc, the characterisation of akaashi post is so helpful! 👀👀 Would you do kuroo or bokuto?

a/n: I hope you like both of these! again, if yall want me to do others, let me know! these are across the span of their life, so some may seem college-related and some may seem young-adulty! 

[MISCHARACTERIZATIONS OF BOKUTO AND KUROO]

bokuto kotaro.

clueless: i’ve stated this in akaashi’s post, but bokuto is extremely emotionally intelligent. he can pick up on the slightest changes in people’s demeanor or posture, he can tell if someone is sad or happy even if they aren’t good at displaying emotions. he’s not a dumbass -- and he can pick up on others’ limits and boundaries very quickly. despite his ability to read people relatively well, he has no qualms about pushing people out of their comfort zones and forcing them to do things they might hate at first, but will love later. he pushes boundaries according to your comfort level, and respects your hard limits. 

only positive: a lot of people write bokuto to be someone ho’s only happy-go-lucky, or someone who rarely gets sad (aside from his moods that are less sad and more discouraged), but I think that almost dehumanizes him. he gets back up faster than most, yes, and at the end of a lost game where everyone is crying, bokuto is dry-eyed. he’s the type to get home and plop down on his bed, face-first into his pillow, lips quivering and eyes lightly watering. there are times where he feels insecure, especially when he’s younger, just because he can tell he’s different from the rest. he has a feeling that people are put-off from his personality, he has a feeling that he’s not as (traditionally/academically) smart as everyone else, he has a feeling that some people find him annoying. that’s why when he’s near his close friends he’s very loose -- he doesn’t feel the need to hold back even a little because he knows that they love him for him. this translates to his toxic trait with his lover being that he feels dejected/insecure if you ever want space. while he can read boundaries, he would really benefit from a lover who has just as few as he, because then he can be his truest self.

love-at-first-sight: he’s not the type to fall in love at one glance, he’s just not. yes, he might get interested or you may catch his attention, but he’s not going to fall in love with someone because they have a pretty smile. it’s not that he’s calculated or over-thinks his emotions, he knows exactly what he feels, it’s just that his heart is a little slow when it comes to falling in love. he’s such an energetic all-over-the-place person that love is never really on his mind (he gets into some trouble with accidentally leading girls on because he’s so friendly). when he eventually falls in love, though....oh boy. he stutters, he’s over-thinking all his movements when it comes to you -- he’s usually impulsive but with you he really, really doesn’t want to screw up. he wants everything to go smoothly -- so he’s the type to plan out a confession and actually try to stick to it. when it comes to something like love, bokuto is surprisingly slow and careful, because he knows how fragile a heart is. 

never gets angry: i think most people like to imagine his anger is so rare because the image of an angry bokuto is scary, especially with his stature. and while it’s true his anger is uncommon (because he’s good at processing his own emotions and not lashing out at others), when he does get angry it can be pretty unnerving. he’s the type to slam his fist on the counter unknowingly when having a really bad fight with his lover, and he has a booming voice. he’d never hit someone, but he doesn’t realize how intimidating his physique is. anger is uncommon, but that doesn’t mean he’s not scary. he always apologize afterwards, though.

boundless confidence: i touched on it earlier, that he has bouts of insecurity, but again, i really want to emphasize that he’s not endlessly confident. honestly, maybe in the anime and manga he seems that way, but if you want to make him more human, have more life than a fictional character, you have to create limits or certain traits. bokuto is very sensitive, and the slightest thing can either inflate his ego or deflate it. plays in volleyball constantly not working may dig at his confidence, but he always re-inflates. in real life, outside the court, there are things that keep his confidence low everytime they happen. fights with his lover are one of these things; he’ll get jealous when they leave the apartment after a fight because he’ll worry about you finding someone more stable than him. jealousy alone is a solid sign of chipped confidence, something that someone as sensitive as bokuto gets every once in a while. 

overall, bokuto is a lot more intelligent than what people give him credit for. he’s honest with his own emotions and can read people very well, which is probably why he’s such a people person, but he still has flaws. he does not have boundless confidence or have no perception of boundaries; he’s unbelievably understanding. he may be initially insecure, have intimidating anger, etc. but ,after all, he’s human, isn’t he? 

kuroo tetsuro. 

sex god: don’t get me wrong, I definitely believe that he’s had a lover or two, especially in college, and that he’s played the field a little bit. but i don’t see him as the guy that has had sex with every person in his major. he’s a genuine guy and can’t have sex with someone he’s not emotionally invested in -- despite not being a ‘player’, he’s totally gotten in trouble with a few people because they think he’s leading them on when he walks with them to class everyday. 

intimidating: people always characterize him as this mysterious, sexually intimidating guy, but i just can’t see him as someone intimidating. if anything, he may be a little unapproachable because he has a really tight knit group of friends that he’s always with, but he’s not scary. he’s not the center of attention but he’s not a wallflower either, he enjoys observing people and watching drama play out, but he’s not silent and glaring all the time. he’s quite fun, he’s loud, and he enjoys embarrassing his friends in public. he’s the type to twerk in public and laugh his ass off when akaashi or kenma give him the side-eye and bro-kuto joins in. he likes to have fun, ya know? i don’t know about you, but a guy that twerks in public isn’t very scary, to me at least. 

prideful: I understand why people paint him as a prideful guy, he obviously likes what he does and has a personable personality, but honestly, he’s not perfect. he often has moments where he doubts himself because of his past decisions, his career one of them. kuroo is an amazing middle blocker, and his choice to go into sports advertisement rather than an actual volleyball league no doubt haunts him at night sometimes. he thinks of the ‘what-ifs’, and he dreams of what he could be. especially since his best friend is bokuto, a professional player, it’s often on his mind. it’s a super touchy subject for him, and if someone were to question his job-choice i have no doubt that he’d get really sour and distant from that person because he’s not sure of himself either. 

frat boy: he’s not someone who can’t cook, he’s not someone who sleeps at 5am everyday, hungover. he’s not the type of person to be immature in any way -- he’s got his shit together. i’m sure most people can actually see this, but kuroo is very responsible and realistic (which is part of the reason he didn’t do professional volleyball). he does his taxes, does his homework, gives out good advice, gets up early and eats everything that a healthy person should eat (in all the right proportions, too). he doesn’t even drink often, if anything he’s just a social drinker. he goes to bed at 10pm and wakes up at 6am to work out, no joke. he’s gotta keep that physique somehow. 

decisive: i know i said he’s responsible, but i don’t think that translates to decisive. i can see him having a lot of conflicting things going on in his life, different wants and different paths that he wants to take but can’t keep all open. it happens in love, his career, his college major, etc. he wants a lot in life, he wants success, happiness, a good love-life, everything. when he had to choose between volleyball and a life-long, stable career, he was broken for weeks. was he good enough for his dream? was it wise to chase his dream? would it be better to get more kids into volleyball, do what he did, what he couldn’t do? in his love life he always hesitates, too: does he see a life with them? how long will they love him? will they be able to deal with him once they see that he’s not perfect? is it worth it? it doesn’t matter if he’s in love or not, because his extreme caution can come off as very distant and unwilling to let you in, hence his toxic trait. he’s indecisive, scared, yet passionate and hard-working. 

overall, kuroo is full of contradiction. he wants a lot from life and is willing to work for it. he has dreams and tries to stay healthy and put himself out there, have fun, the whole shabang -- but he’s not perfect. he’s overly cautious when it comes to making important decisions simply because he can see a future with all of the different paths he can take. but honestly, isn’t everyone a little contradictory? 

[bluedjaywrites]

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This was requested by: @Fruitcake345 over on Quotev!

She's amazing I love her-

And before I get people in the comments saying 'diD I rEaD tHaT rIgHt? iT's a tOdOrOkI x cHiLd rEaDeR? PeDO-',

I just wanna say that this oneshot is like a familial loveee

It's platoniccccc (with 5 c's)

Todoroki ain't Hisoka bro-

Y/n's Quirk: Half Light, Half Dark: The quirk user can shadow travel (travelling by basically just stepping in a shadow), raise the dead, can generate beams of sunlight, withstand the temperature of fire, and control day and night.

I probably won't use most of the quirk features lol

Just a heads up

And yes I made Y/n OP what about it- 💀✋

Also, half and half? Ring a bell?

...

Okay I'll leave now

~

"This can't be right... I must have the wrong person..." Todoroki muttered, as he stared at the child in a battle stance in front of him.

Todoroki thought back to what his assistant at his agency told him.

"There have been reports of a dangerous villain in the area. The reports inform us of the villain as an unbeatable being with an unpredictable quirk, and little to no leniency. Your job is to find them, and take them out."

'When she said villain, I thought my assistant meant a dangerous adult or teenager gone rogue. But I didn't expect this at all,' Todoroki thought, shaking his head. 'How can I fight a child? A powerful one, no less.'

"I should reason with her,' Todoroki thought, as he nodded to himself. 'Maybe then I can find out if the girl's actually dangerous.'

"And... why does she have red eyes?" Todoroki muttered, before correcting himself. "I mean, red eyes are normal, since Bakugou has them, but why are they glowing? Does it have something to do with her quirk?"

"Uh... Bro? You good?" the girl asked Todoroki, confused, not relaxing her stance. "You keep nodding to yourself."

'Does he have a few screws loose or something?' Y/n thought, before shaking her head.

'No, it doesn't matter. The boss ordered me to take him out. I can't let him down. I've defeated other heroes before. How's this one special? Surely he doesn't have the audacity to attack a child.' Y/n thought, still in a fighting position.

"Hello, um, child." Todoroki said awkwardly, holding a hand up. (Like Zuko in that one scene-) "What's your name? And how... old are you? You look a little too young to be fighting."

"Y/n," the small girl said blandly, more emotionless than Todoroki himself, which surprised him.

Hit his weak spot.

"Yes sir," Y/n said, as her eyes went dull, and her tone became emotionless. Y/n walked up to Todoroki, making him tilt his head, confused.

"And I'm seven," Y/n put emphasis on the number, as she kicked Todoroki where the sun don't shine.

"AHHH!" Todoroki crouched down, yelling out in pain as he hopped around, huffing out puffs of air, trying to relieve the pain.

Finish him.

Y/n nodded mindlessly, walking towards Todoroki, as he froze her with his ice before she could reach him.

"I don't wanna hurt you. You're only a child," Todoroki explained.

He's only trying to get in your head. Don't listen to him.

"Okay, sir," Y/n said, drawing Todoroki's attention.

"Wait, what? Are you talking to someone?" Todoroki observed the young girl, but he didn't see any communication devices.

Engage in combat right now.

"Yes, boss," Y/n said, shooting a beam of sunlight at Todoroki, who quickly made a shield of ice, which quickly melted due to the beam's heat.

"Why are you doing this?" Todoroki asked, before using another ice shield, as the child shot another beam at him.

"I'm not-not trying to h-hurt you- Yes I am," Y/n bent down, clutching her head in pain.

The young girl reminded Todoroki of himself, in a way. Him as a child.

Which made him want to help the child even more.

'There must be someone trying to brainwash her, or control her in some way,' Todoroki concluded.

"Hey, uh," Todoroki slowly inched forward towards the small child cautiously, who was crying in pain.

He hugged the young girl, trying to comfort her, while searching for what was causing her pain and her split personality. To his surprise, she didn't pull away.

"What's this?" Todoroki asked himself, as he found a small circular button-like device at the base of Y/n's neck.

He observed it more, before finding a hidden switch. Todoroki looked at the small whimpering girl in front of him, and flipped the switch, since he had inferred that in doing so, it would deactivate the device.

Y/n sighed, as her once glowing eyes faded back to their natural e/c color, then her small legs lost balance, before Todoroki caught her.

He was right.

Todoroki cradled the small girl in his arms, as police came and stuck caution tape everywhere.

~ Later ~

Todoroki had decided to adopt Y/n, as it was revealed by the police that she had no home. Apparently, she was found by a villain boss, and was brainwashed and controlled into being a villain by him.

After Todoroki had adopted Y/n, he could see that she was still uneasy about living with him, given the fact that she had tried to kill him. No matter what Todoroki did, she still wouldn't be comfortable. In fact, the more that he did for her, the less comfortable Y/n seemed to feel.

One night, Todoroki decided to read her a bedtime story, in hopes of making Y/n happy around him, her new guardian.

Todoroki walked over to Y/n's room, carrying Cinderella.

'Little girls like this stuff, right?' Todoroki thought, looking at the book in his hand.

Todoroki looked up, as he heard the heartbreaking sound of crying. He looked inside Y/n's room, and saw her curled up in her bed, crying in her sleep.

'Poor child. She's obviously still traumatized by what happened to her,' Todoroki thought, forlorn.

Todoroki placed the sleeping child in his lap, who was still crying weakly.

Todoroki hugged her protectively, as he drifted off to sleep.

As his eyes began to feel heavy, he declared quietly, "I'll protect you. I'll protect you no matter the cost."

Unbeknownst to him, the corner of Y/n's lips curled up in a smile, as her crying slowly ceased.

~

I took the inspo for Y/n's quirk from Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus lol

Should've just named Y/n's Quirk Half Will Solace and Half Nico di Angelo 😭

Also, I'm sorry if this took long

I have exams on the 22nd and 23rd so I was studying lol

Cuz I'm a NERD

Also I had free time so I wrote this and finished watching Assassination Classroom and I'm SOBBING

I am psychologically damaged, my braincells have left me, I shall now proceed to drown in my tears

If this oneshot was all over the place, I blame it on my missing braincells

♪♫.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

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