#felt it start up while i had an armful of merch from the gift shop

[the-yearning-astronaut]

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[kunimikat]

How they act after you break up with them.

(I made sure to check but there might be small grammar errors, and this is a long one so strap in 🙇, but hope you enjoy angst+fluff here) but not me actually feeling bad for them after-

Is more out of it then usual.

The reason you broke up with him is because you felt like it wasn’t a real relationship. And more like you sometimes got to talk during class, and sometimes out of school.

He writes in his a separate notebook of ways he could’ve done better

Starts comparing himself to other guys more often

Leaves earlier then everyone else to got to dorms.

Mumbles even more then usual, and sometimes the only person that can snap him out of it is Aizawa.

Sometimes takes it out on his friends

“Hey Deku!-“

“Not right now Uraraka.”

“Oi, Deku nerd, the-“

“Can you not right now Kacchan?”

“HAAH?-“

“Midoryia! Would you like to study?”

“Maybe later Iida...”

Todoroki offered him soba but it resulted in Midoriya slowly slurping up soba as he looked into the void of people

He shut everyone one out and didn’t talk barely most of the week.

He’d take out a lot of his anger during training.

It somehow finally clicks into place how bad you feel and how much you miss him when All Might pull you aside and asks. “Uhhh...Is Young Midoriya ok? I’m getting real worried....ITS NOT LIKE I DONT WORRY ABOUT MY OTHER STUDENTS HAHAHA! HOW’S-

There’s 15 minutes of your life awkwardly telling All Might how all your classmates are doing.

Which made you want to jump off the top of UA at the moment.

You decide to head to his dorm and ask him about it, cause you feel like it’s your fault.

You walk in on him crying, clutching the shirt you bought for him on his birthday.

You almost dropped to your knees in guilt at the sight

You rushed over and sat by him, comforting him, though it wasn’t much as you started crying too.

Basically a crying festival for an hour.

“Please....Please Y/N I love you so much, I promise I’ll make it work, and I’ll do my best to make it up to you, just please...PLEASE don’t leave me.” You kiss him on the lips and then his hand, “Babe it’s not all on you, I promise I’ll do better this time too, I’m so sorry for being selfish, I love you, ok?” Another crying fest.

After you start dating again:

Always makes sure you’re comfortable, and checks into your dorm before he starts a study session.

Helps you with your work before his. ( Though you insist he doesn’t as he’s gotten points off multiple times for turning in his work late.)

Goes on dates every time you have some free space in your schedules. Somehow ends up in an All Might merch shop 80% of the time.

!!CUDDLE SESSIONS AFTER HERO TRAINING AT ALL TIMES!! Even in Recovery Girl’s office, though many times she bops you both on the head and tells you to get out.

(If you both like All Might) You both geek out over new All Might stuff, and his old interviews while wearing an All Might onesies.

(If you like a different hero) You could spend hours bickering on who’s best hero, pulling up recordings and articles on the. With you holding your favorite hero plushie and him wearing All Might pajamas.

And waking up early just to take a long route to school together.

Makes sure to say ‘I love you’ at every small moment, and compliments you, though he can’t take compliments himself-

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“I...I understand, but why?”

Tears well up in his eyes and he for once he keeps eye contact with you, without looking away

It takes everything in you to not breakdown

“I’m sorry Izuku, I just don’t think it’ll work out in the end.” He grabs your hand and holds it both of his. He puts it to his forehead, nearly on his knees at this point. You try not to cry with him, but you knew it wasn’t going to end up a happily ever after in the end. And you wanted to break it off before that could happen.

“Izuku, I know, I know, I’m so sorry, I wish it couldn’t end like this-“

“Then don’t let it. Please Y/N don’t let this end.”

You eyes welled up as you put a hand over your mouth while repeating ‘I’m sorry, so sorry Izuku’. You looked away from him as you slipped your hand out of his, you close your eyes painfully, the tears finally running down your face. You couldn’t help but look back one more time, and almost wanted to run to where he was and take it all back. He sat on his knees, his head in his hands as painful sobs wracked his body. You quickly leave the room, shutting the door behind you.

You both were pretty quiet and emotionless the whole week.

Midoriya was even worse then before,

It got to the point where sometimes he didn’t eat or sleep

He barely responded to anything anyone said

Hell, even Bakugo was worried at some point

Midoriya would always go back to his dorm and cuddle with the gifts you gave him while you were dating.

It took a long time for him to get over it, and even when he thought it did, he still gets emotional over it

Even after highschool it pains him to see your off doing your own thing without you at his side the whole time

Quieter then usual

Is so deep in thought, sometimes forgets he’s in class or what he’s doing

During tests, or while working on assignments he’d be so deep in thought he didn’t realize he broke his pencil, or used his quirk on his desk

Instead of having his usual outburst on people he’d just walk off, or click his tounge and walk off

Even during Hero Lessons he’d be less calculated, and not as pumped up

When anyone tried to ask he’d just say “Fuck off, I’m fine.”

His grades slightly dropped

He had bags under his eyes, and had even worse posture then usual

When it came time to leave, he’d be the first one out, and no one could find out where he’d go

A permanent frown was on his face at all times (basically him most of time but with a deeper frown)

No one knew what to do at this point

It didn’t click with you until one day during Hero Lessons

He was sparring with Kirishima and all of a sudden he fainted

Everyone was surprised to say the most

You rushed with Kirishima to Recover Girls office

You both almost busted the door off it’s hinges

She wacked you both on the head but quickly tended to Bakugo, surprising you both as she checked on him

“Oh....I wouldn’t have expected this from Bakugo.” You and Kirishima had confused looks on your faces. “Well he passed out from exhaustion, which I usually see with that foolish Midoriya boy. This one usually keeps up with himself, something must’ve happened.” She cut herself off as she saw the look on your face that said it all. She beckons Kirishima to follow her out, as he still wasn’t getting what was happening.

You finally got a good look at him, and saw just how exhausted he looked. The bags under his eyes, his bruised body, and how pained he looked in his sleep. You hugged the non-bruised part of his arm, and finally let the tears you held let go. “I’m sorry Katsuki...I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.” Before you realized he woke up, he placed his free hand on your head, rubbing small and soothing circles on your head. “S’okay, let’s make this work.” You knew you didn’t have to say anything else as you both stayed like that until Recovery Girl came in to kick you both out.

After you start dating again:

Comes to your dorm everyday to get you up knowing you’d oversleep if he didn’t (also wants to see your sleeping face...not in a weird way)

Cooks you breakfast in bed on off days,

You guys cook something together when you have a movie night

Instead of yelling most times, he just makes sure he understands your side of everything before jumping to conclusions

Makes sure he isn’t too rough with you verbally (lol not sure physically)

Brings you to his parents house during some free time since you get along with his mom and dad well

Won’t admit it but adores the fact that his parents love you

Whispers ‘I love you’ when he’s made sure your ‘sleeping’ (you’re not, you just wanna hear him say it all shy like)

You guys go on training dates, where you both train together, then have a picnic where you just trained

Him being more open with PDA, like holding your hand, or laying his head on your shoulder, etc. just small stuff

He loves playing with your hair and twisting it around his fingers while cuddling or studying

You both cheer on your favorite hero during a fight on TV, or you pick a random channel on TV and you just listen to him rant how stupid something is while you lean onto his shoulder at 2am (somehow got him to stay up this late)

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“No...no...you can’t, you can’t be serious”

He sounded so broken. His fists clutched so hard you thought his bones would pop out

Anger was evident in his face, and he honestly scared you with the face he was making

“Y/N....are you joking?” You frown and step back a little, did he really think everything you said was a joke? “No Bakugo, I just think this isnt gonna work out in the end.” You heard him click his tongue, then just look at you in shock, then anger. He looked down, his bangs covering his expression. “So you’re just gonna end it like that? No working anything out, just break up? It was one fucking mistake Y/N.”

“Yeah one big mistake, you don’t suck faces with some other person on accident, Bakugo.” The venom in your voice slicing through the tension filled air. “Can you just fucking forgive me? I won’t do it again.”

“You said that last time, Katsuki, then you go and clown off again-“

Before you could get anything else out Bakugo already had his quirk going in one hand, and the other holding your shoulder down. You both looked surprised, even as he backed away. “No..nononono fuck Y/N baby I’m sorry-” you smacked the hand that reached out for you. You started packing everything, Bakugo’s eyes widened as he just stood in shock. Before he knew it you were leaving already.

“N...NO NO Y/N PLEASE, I’M SORRY-“ he grabbed you by the arm that reached for the door knob. You quickly shrugged him out of his grasp, and opened the door. “Goodbye Bakugo, I hope well for the next person with you.” And you slammed it in his face. He stood there, it’s like the emotions he felt before were completely wiped when you slammed the door on him. It was 8:03pm, he should start getting ready for bed anyway.

For a few weeks he was unresponsive, and only talked when he needed to

His movements were sluggish and he’d often stare at nothing

Bakugo didn’t even glare, or really do anything when Midoriya tried talking him

Or shittyhair, dunce face, raccoon eyes, or soy sauce face

They were all the same, and just molded into one voice every time someone tried talking to him

After a while he got over it, but he still regrets what he did

You helped him through so much yet he went off and did stupid shit

Even after highschool, he’d still keep up on you frequently through social media

Basically stalking you on there, guessing he never truly got over it once he felt tears subconsciously stream down his face as he saw you with someone else, happier.

He felt like he didn’t do anything wrong, and he was confused at the throb in his heart every time you looked away from him or ignored him.

So he did ask you, and all you did was look at him like he just hit you.

Why did you look so hurt?

Todoroki shrugged it off, thinking you’d come back like you did after every fight you guys had

But you didn’t, and that’s what took an actual toll on him

More emotional

A permanent frown on his pretty features most of the time

All he mostly eats is soba

He didn’t know how to handle this in all honesty

Sometimes he’d just stare at you, and even when you looked back he’d just stare...

Sometimes he’s so out of it he doesn’t realize he’s either froze the entire classroom or was a living breathing radiator, or both (rip Momo, Satou, and Tokoyami)

He’d ask Midoryia for help but it came out as a fumbled mess most of the time:

“Midoryia...how do you hurt....them, a lot...without...? Can you help?

Midoryia is just like:

(Sorry I had to add that in I was cackling sm from it)

“I think you should just talk to them Todoroki.”

That was harder to do then he expected, you mangaged to avoid him pretty well,

One day he was just fed up and as soon as the bell rang he took your hand and left the class

He takes you to an empty classroom, his left side nearly giving you frostbite

You were about to yell at him before you saw his broken expression

“What...what did I do for it to be like this?” You we’re now quiet as you saw the confused and hurt expression on his face. Him barely being able to control either of his quirks, he was shaking, yet still held a confused expression. It just clicked with you, Todoroki wasn’t used to the sudden emotions or feelings, and when one of the people he’d usually go to to talk about it wasn’t there, he started to crumble.

You hugged him tightly , not caring if his quirks messed up your uniform. “I’m sorry Y/N....I’m sorry I’m not enough, but-“ You cover his mouth as tears fell from your eyes and onto the ground or his uniform. “I- I-I’m so sorry Todo...it’s just you never gave me affection and I was being so selfish and petty about it, I just- I didn’t realize that you went through your own experience for it to turn out like this. It’s not your fault, and I love you the way you are Shoto.” Todoroki didn’t even notice the tears come down his face as you kissed him over and over again. A small ‘I’m sorry’ from you every time. His quirks calmed down and now you were holding each other in a random classroom. You’re heart nearly stopped as you looked up at him and saw a small, teary eyed smile.

After you start Dating again:

Todoroki was much more observant

He’d stay up late readings articles saying “How to understand emotions” or “Is there other good food then Cold Soba” wait-

Regularly gets you gifts, even though most of the time you make him return the stuff since he’s been getting so much with his dads card

Endeavor ended up yelling at you both in a 7/11 while you were stuffing your faces with a soba flavored chips

You both figured out a way to get Todoroki to express himself without words

He’d slightly activate his left side if he wanted any sort of attention, and his right side was if he was feeling stressed or upset

He subconsciously goes to your dorm now to check up on you to make sure you’ve had a glass of water, dinner or anything really (He just wanted a reason to go to your dorm)

You played with his hair once, and he’s never going back

When cuddling he’d lay his head in the crook of your neck, hoping to feel you playing with his hair

You push him to start taking therapy sessions to understand what emotions he’s feeling and how to express them

Takes you in your free time to an empty field just to hear you talk, and learn more about you

And he’d always wake up early and made sure to get a few snacks for you before you woke up and brought them to your dorm room (Last time he tried to cook he almost burned the kitchen down)

Overall Todoroki just loves giving you small head pats now, you don’t know where it came from but you didn’t complain

Poor bby stuttered so hard the first time he said ‘I love you’ you giggled

Ended up making him feel embarrassed and like he did something wrong, but you quickly kissed him/praised him

He can’t stop saying it now, one time you picked up his pencil, before you could hand it to him just a sudden “I love you Y/N” the entire class looked at you both in shock

“STOP SUCKING FACES OVER THERE!”

“SHUT UP BAKUGO”

“HAAAH?”

Todoroki is the happiest he’s been.

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“Over? What do you mean we’re over?”

You felt so horrible by the the pure confusion on his face

But the rude things he said to you, over powering your want to get back with him

Lately Todoroki has been more protective, and rude. Insulting everything you do, belittling you slightly. It just added up and you were tired of it

Todoroki tilted his head to the side, deep in thought.

“Y/N your being on the dumber side again, are you hanging out with them too much?” You were taken aback by how nonchalantly he insulted you and your friends. “Excuse me? Todoroki did I hear you right?” You stepped foward leaning your head toward him. “Of course you can, or did Bakugo’s yelling make you not hear so well?” The fact he said it with no emotion, or nothing to it was making you clench your fist. “The hell has gotten into you Todoroki?” You shove his shoulder a bit. He frowned at you heavily making you flinch. “Well if you didn’t go and ignore me most of this week maybe I wouldn’t be like this. I usually hold my tongue but you’ve been rude this entire week.”

You stood there speechless. “Well Ex-fucking-cuse me Shoto. Maybe if you didn’t insult me all the damn time I wouldn’t ignore you, or wait for an decent apology.”

You drag out the last words as you glared at him, Todoroki giving one back. “I’m only telling the truth so you don’t look dumb. I’m helping you out Y/N, I thought you’d understand.” You scoff in utter shock, you couldn’t help the sudden urge to slap some sense into him. Now he stood speechless, the force in that slap causing his hair to look messy, and a red mark on his cheek. Tears were in your eyes as you clenched your fist, biting your lip from cussing him out on the spot. “Your lucky I don’t beat your sorry ass, just...just the the fuck out Todoroki!” You pushed him toward the door. He looked at you with no emotion in his face as he saw you start to bawl your eyes out. “Just...just get the hell out Todoroki, it’s over, we’re over.” He felt a pang in his heart, but choose to ignore it and just left.

It only actually came to him during the night as he was about to walk to your dorm after a nightmare, when he realized the entire conversation

He tried knocking on your door but you didn’t answer, even though he could hear your music

He went back to his dorm, sat on his bed and just had a full mental breakdown

Realizing his main emotional support that helped him through mostly everything was gone

He felt he said stuff his father said to you already which made it even worse

He tried texting and calling you but you had him blocked on everything

He repeated the entire conversation in his head, just now coming to how disgusting he really did sound

Todoroki for that whole week was an emotional wreck

During hero training if he was thinking about you or what he did he doesn’t notice poor Satou trying to get out of his wall of Ice.

Is always with Midoryia at some given time,

He kind of clinged onto people in his circle that gave him attention of some sort

When he some time passed he eventually got over it

After Highschool you both kept in touch, but it pained him when he saw you engaged and happy with another person

But he was happy if you were happy.

Heyyy so this is probably the longest thing I’ve written since like my last Wattpad fanfics I used to do(yikes). But hope you enjoy, and don’t be afraid to request! I’m taking them now so go wild.

Sorry that they were all confusing it’s my first hcs+scenario thingy, but I have a few other things in the works so... 💃🕺

[ladyanaconda]

Helluva Boss Vol 2: Loo Loo Land

Striker awoke with a start, panting heavily. His heart pounded so fast that he thought it would burst out of his chest at any moment now. The imp sighed as he ran a hand through his ash white hair.

He had that nightmare again. He didn't cry, as he had no more tears to shed and it wouldn't being her back but the wound was still raw. He'd tell himself that he did what she asked of him: to save their son. However, the guilt was still there.

Striker went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As he looked through the window, he noticed it was raining. There were no thunders tonight but still, he better go check on Jake just in case.

Something pulled on his pants. Speak of the devil! Striker looked down and found the infant next to his leg, his little hand grasping his pants. How Jake managed to crawl all the way down from his nursery was a mystery to Striker.

"What's up, kiddo?" Striker asked, not really expecting an answer. Jake reached out his hands, asking to be picked up. Sighing, he bent down to pick up his son. " Can't sleep either, huh? That makes two of us, my boy," he said gently as he walked up the stairs. "How about we keep each other company for a while? It'll be less lonely that way."

Striker sat on his bed and placed Jake on his lap. He entertained the little one with the rattling of his tail for a while until Jake lost interest and snuggled into his father's chest, yawning. Striker knew what the little one needed. Jake protested via whimpers as he was tucked back into his nearly started to wail if not for the familiar sound of a guitar's strings and his father's voice as the cradle was rocked from side to side.

Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight

I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

For one so small

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forevermore

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart

Always

Always…

Jake had long been lulled into sleep by the end of the song. Smiling, Striker kissed the little one's forehead.

"Good night."

*HB*

"M and M, J and S, get in here! We're going to Loo Loo Land!"

Striker frowned under his hat, annoyed at having his nap interrupted. "Isn't that the rip-off of Lucifer's far more popular LuLu World?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"That's right, Strike! Stolas is paying us extra cash for making sure he and his daughter are still breathing by the end of the day."

Striker covered his face with his hat again. "Sorry, Blitz, my contract only includes assassination jobs."

"Look at it this way: you're going to 'assassinate' whoever tries to lay a hand on Stolas and his daughter."

The cowboy frowned. "Why us? Doesn't that blueblood have a whole legion of guards at his disposal?"

"Come on, dad! I want to go to Loo Loo Land!" Jake pleaded, taking his father's hat. "I've never been to a theme park!"

"Yeah, Strike, it'll be fun!" Millie wrapped an arm around the cowboy's shoulder. "You won't find a cheaper theme park in all of Hell, plus it's a good opportunity for you and Jake to spend some quality time together!"

Striker would have protested further, but Jake (and Blitzo) were giving him the 'puppy eyes' face. At last, he murmured. "Ugh. Fine."

They picked up the owl Goetias in I.M.P.'s van and went straight to the theme park in the Greed ring. As always, Striker and Jake rode Bombproof to avoid an overcrowding inside the vehicle, especially with two bluebloods inside.

Striker'd seen a few tv commercials about Loo Loo Land, but something he'd learned over the years is that no intentional rip-off of anything was worth wasting money on. He was soon proven right once they arrived at the place. Most of the attractions within Loo Loo Land were either broken, cracked, or disheveled-looking. And judging by the look on Octavia's face, she didn't like it here either. Jake, on the other hand…

"Cool! Look, dad, there's a carousel! Can we go? No, wait, I wanna try the roller coaster first! Whoa, is that a dragon? I must pet it!" the impling was running around the place, awing over the rides and booths with wide eyes.

"Blitz better add another zero to my next paycheck." Striker murmured under his breath.

"Woow! I haven't been to this place since I was a tot! It hasn't changed a bit- oh, LOOK!" Millie pulled Moxxie and Jake into a hug and gestured to an old dinosaur-like animatronic. "It's Big Woobly!"

"That is… deeply upsetting," Moxxie whispered.

"Oh, come on! It's fun! You've never been here?"

"No, theme parks always disturbed me. Especially the mascots."

"I agree with Moxxie." Millie, Jake, and Moxxie himself gave Striker a baffled look. "As incredible as it sounds."

"Well, hey there!" Striker was caught off guard as Moxxie suddenly jumped into his arms with a frightened yelp as a guy in an old cartoonish apple costume appeared out of nowhere. The only reason he didn't drop Moxxie was that he too was disturbed by the awful, smelly costume. "I'm Loo Loo! Welcome to Loo Loo Land! If ya'll get hurt, just try and sue us!"

Striker quickly wrapped his tail around Jake's waist and lifted him up before he could get too close to 'Loo Loo'.

"Hey, dad, let go!" the impling protested.

"Stay away from that predator, kiddo." Striker finally dropped Moxxie to the ground.

"I have a question."

"Well, ask away, little girlie!" the mascot made a poor attempt at goofy laughter.

Octavia sneered. "Is it true this park is just a really shameless spin-off or Lucifer's far more popular Lu Lu World? This place reeks of insecure corporate shame."

Striker held tightly unto Jake until they left the creepy mascot behind. Being new to this place, he decided to follow Millie and Moxxie around for a while.

"You really love this place, huh?" Moxxie asked casually.

Millie nodded eagerly. "I love this place! My parents would bring me and my siblings here when they could swing it. Money-wise."

"Dad, look!" Jake ran towards a gift shop and pressed his face against the window, eyeing a plush dragon like the one on the Petting Zoo. "Can I have one?"

Striker only had to look at the price, 400 souls, to reply. "Absolutely not."

"Whyy?"

"400 souls for a doll you'll end up throwing away? Don't you wanna throw away all of my salary, since you're on it?"

Jake pouted, arms crossed. "Meanie."

"He does have a point. I mean, that much for a novelty cup you use one time?" Moxxie added, pointing at said cup worth 29 souls.

"Cause it's Loo Loo Land!" Millie chirped.

"Listen to your hoe, Mox." Blitzo seemingly had no trouble with loading up on the theme park's merch. "Hey, Strike, how 'bout you and I take the first watch while M and M have a little fun with Jakey?"

"Can I, dad? Please, please, please!"

Striker sighed. "Fine. Just stay close to Millie and Moxxie and listen to whatever they tell-"

"Um, Striker, I have to interrupt your fatherly monologue, but they already left." Blitzo was right. Millie, Moxie, and Jake were gone already.

Striker merely sighed and loaded his rifle.

*HB*

Jake still couldn't understand why his father had never brought him to Loo Loo Land before. This place was incredible! The rides, the junk food, kicking the guy in the Loo Loo costume; for some reason, he couldn't resist the urge every time he saw the apple costume. And of course, Moxie simply had to ruin everything. His wimpy stomach couldn't handle The Lawsuit ride and he ended up vomiting unto the people in the front car, Jake included. They had to get him new clothes in the nearest gift shop.

"You're so lucky my dad wasn't here or he would have fed you to that," Jake pointed at the dragon peeking over the Petting zoo fence.

"Okay, guys, how about we take a look around the smaller rides?" Millie suggested.

"You mean the kids area? That's where the Petting Zoo is! Can we go there to see the dragon?"

"I don't care as long as I don't have to get on top of it," Moxxie murmured, his hand still clutching his stomach. Jake squealed happily.

There were lots of animals at the Petting Zoo. Jake recognized some from Wrath, most notably some Hellhorses with green fire to reflect Greed. He had seen how Bombproof's fire color change from orange to red each time they entered Pride, and it had changed to a minty green when they entered Greed. There were other animals he had only seen in books too, but his attention was entirely focused on the giant red, black and white wyvern. Known as Hellvern, it is native to Greed and is often used as a 'guardian dog' of sorts by Overlords.

Jake felt a shiver down his spine as the giant dragon stared down at him curiously. Taking a deep breath, he stroked the animal's snout. Once he realized his hand was attached to his body, Jake began to laugh and jump.

"I touched the dragon, I touched the dragon!" he cried out happily. "Just wait until I tell dad!"

"Oh, I bet he'll be very proud of you!" Millie smirked, ruffling the impling's hair. "

Afterward, they took a break from the rides and wandered around the snack and game booths. Jake and Millie ate big cones of ice cream bugs and fried butter sticks. Moxxie chose not to consume any 'junk food of questionable origin'.

"This place is amazing! Man, I wish I'd come here sooner!" Jake said happily as he looked around the game booths.

"So Striker has never brought here? He would have loved the rides for sure!" Millie pointed out.

"Nah, dad's never been too fond of machines. He'd rather do things the old-fashioned way."

Moxxie scoffed. "Yeah, why would he come to work on a horse otherwise?"

"Well, at least we don't waste time on looking for a parking spot."

"Touché, kid."

"Hey, now that we're on it, I don't think we've ever met your mom."

Jake stopped in his tracks. His… mom? It's the first time someone's brought that up. Dad has never talked about her and there are no photos of her in the house. But surely he had one, right? Everyone has one.

"Hello, hello! Step right up and win a thing!"

Millie's excited cry distracted Jake from his thoughts. "Oh, look, Moxxie! A thing!" The 'thing' in question was a purple stuffed penguin-like creature with imp horns and pink overalls.

"Oh, you like that thing?"

"Yesss! I don't really know what that thing is but I want that thing!"

Moxxie smirked. "Finally, something I can handle." he placed a soul bill on the counter. "Okay! One game, please!"

Unsurprisingly, the cork but the target. To Jake's surprise, however, the target barely moved. Moxxie didn't seem to mind since he had hit the bullseye.

"Strike one, little man!"

Moxie's smugness faded instantly. "But I hit it!"

"Hmm, I don't know what to tell ya, buddy. The target, see?" the vendor pointed at said target "It didn't go down, so yeah, no go, bro."

Growling, Moxie placed another bill on the counter and fired another cork at the bullseye, but again it didn't move. Annoyed, Moxxie slapped the pistol. "The Heaven's wrong with this thing?!"

"Oh. Man, a real shame, I tell ya." the carnie made crying gestures in a mocking manner, prompting Moxxie to slam yet another bill on the counter.

*HB*

As incredible as it may sound, Striker envied his son. Jake was probably having a great time at the admittedly cool-looking rides while he is stuck babysitting a blueblood. He couldn't say he was completely bored, though. Turns out the pervert was right when he said there'd be lots of people going after him. Striker even ended up making a bet with Blitzo over who could shoot more people by the end of the day. Up to now, Striker was winning.

The cowboy casually spotted Octavia, who by then looked like she'd snap at any second now. He couldn't blame her, the show's musical number was rather bizarre.

"How come that pervert hasn't noticed his daughter is not enjoying himself at all?" he asked Blitzo casually.

"Not our business, Strike. We're their bodyguards, not their family therapists. Speaking of which," Blitzo shot an assassin in the back before he could stab Stolas. Blitzo smirked. "That makes it four on my count, Striker."

"Let's save that for later, Blitz. Looks like the mare's finally kicked." Striker motioned to Octavia as she fled the tent, Stolas following closely behind.

"You should find Jakey. It's Millie and Moxxie's watch, anyway, they can go keep an eye on Stolas."

Striker nodded gratefully and left the circus tent. Surprisingly, it didn't take him too long to find Jake, Moxxie, and Millie. They were at a shooting game booth. Judging by the enraged look in Moxxie's face and the 600 souls in the vendor's hands, the wimp just got scammed.

"Hey, dad! You won't believe what I did, I petted a dragon!"

Striker chuckled and petted the boy's head. "I'm glad you had a great time, kiddo."

"Hey, you, cowboy! You look like ye might be better at shooting this sad little fella."

Striker frowned. He knew from experience that these booths were rigged to scam customers out of their money at the vendor's leisure. He had a better idea. Smirking, Striker pulled out his pistol and handed it to Jake.

"Show them what you got, kiddo."

The impling's face lit up. He pointed the barrel of the weapon at the carnie to give him a fright before shooting all of the targets with flawless precision in quick succession. The bullets went right through the targets, leaving big holes. The carne was reduced to a trembling, frightened mess.

"H-Hey, take it easy, p-pal…" he stuttered nervously as Jake pointed the gun at him again.

"That's my boy!" Striker laughed, patting Jake's shoulder.

"Now I think," Moxxie sneered as he leaned unto the counter. "That you owe us a thing."

Something crashed through the roof of the shooting gallery and on top of the carnie. The group leaned in to take a look.

"Sir?" Moxxie asked.

Striker sighed once he turned around and found the theme park literally on fire. "Really, Blitz? I leave you alone for a second and you screw the damn place up?"

"Oh, hey guys!" Blitzo seemingly didn't hear him as he drew his pistol. "You should probably go, uh, make sure Stolas is okay. I got some… unfinished business to take care of."

The group dispersed, with Millie quickly grabbing her plush thing. Strike quickly picked Jake up and moved out of the way as Blitzo fired at the burning robot; the thing caught the bullet in its mouth and curled up to roll towards Blitzo in a fiery charge. Blitzo jumped out of the way just as the robot hit the booth and it exploded in an inferno of green flames.

"Um, Dad, should we lend Blitzo a hand?"

"I suppose so lest he ends up blowing the whole place up with us inside."

Jake smirked as he spotted the dragon from before on the loose. "I got an idea!"

Striker knew what the boy was thinking. He wasn't sure if it was such a good idea, though; he's dealt with wild hogs, hellhorses, and many fauna, but never a fully-grown Hellvern. Then again, he's always liked challenges. He had Jake climbed onto his back and cling to his neck.

"Hang on tight, my boy, this will be one hell of a ride!"

Grabbing a discarded rope and tying it into a lasso, Striker expertly threw it over the dragon's neck and pulled, tightening around its neck. When the animal reared back and spread its wings, Striker took advantage of the momentum to pull himself onto the Hellvern's back.

"Easy, there! I'm your new master now!" the cowboy shouted over the Hellvern's angry shrieks, pulling the ropes tightly in the manner of reins. It wasn't that hard, as the Hellvern had already been tamed. Otherwise, it was like riding a giant version of Bombproof.

"Woohoo! Can we keep the Hellvern, dad?!"

"I already got enough with a Hellhorse, kiddo!"

Striker led the animal through the green inferno, eyeing the crazy robot going after Blitzo. Millie and Moxxie were shooting it, but it was far too fast for bullets. Striker couldn't contain an excited 'yeehaw' cry as he whipped the Hellvern forward and it snatched Robo Fizz right before it could run Blitzo over; the animal threw Robo Fizz into the air before eating it whole.

"Got a new mount, Striker?! Can I keep Bombproof?!"

"In your dreams, Blitz!"

They barely made it out of Loo Loo Land before it was consumed by flames, then made a run for it before anyone could identify them as the people who destroyed the place. Mammon would look for heads to roll before the day's end, after all.

*HB*

"Best… Day… Ever…" Jake laughed in-between exhausted pants as they got home that night.

Striker fell on top of the couch, groaning in exhaustion. "We're taking the rest of the week off, kiddo. If Blitz calls, tell him Bombproof has a cold or something like that, but I'm not moving from this couch."

Jake joined his father and snuggled against him. "Thanks for taking me to Loo Loo Land, daddy."

"I'd say 'anytime' if the park hadn't been reduced to ashes." Striker chuckled, eyes closed as he wrapped an arm around his son.

As Jake snuggled into his father's arm, he thought about what Millie had said back at Loo Loo Land about.. "Hey, dad?"

"Mmm?"

"Can I ask you something? "

"What?"

"Well…" Jake took a deep breath. "Do I have a mom? I mean, Millie has one, Moxie too, Blitzo… Even Stolas's daughter has a mom. I've never seen any pictures and you've never told me about her…"

Jake trailed off as he heard snoring. Dad had already fallen asleep. He must be really exhausted, Jake thought. I can ask him some other time. I'll let him rest for now.

…

Striker didn't open his eyes until he was certain that Jake had fallen asleep; then he carefully cradled his son in his arms and carried him upstairs all the way to his room. He carefully tucked Jake in as quietly as possible; Jake shifted a bit, but otherwise didn't look like he'd wake up anytime soon. Striker smiled as he stroked his son's hair.

It's not that he didn't want Jake to know about his mother. He wanted to tell his son about the wild-spirited, strong-willed woman that stole his heart. He really did. But he just couldn't find the words to explain what had happened to her. Just even remembering her was like adding lemon and salt to an open wound. Striker would tell Jake about his mother eventually, just not now.

The cowboy carefully placed the stuffed dragon he had grabbed from the shooting gallery in Jake's grasp, carefully leaning in to kiss the boy's head.

"Good night."

*HB*

Well, seems there's been a hint about Jake's mother. What do you think happened to her? I might go into details later on.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Teacher’s pet

Fuyumi is such a good chracter I love writing for her

Fuyumi x Fem!Reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: you and Fuyumi have the hots for each other and Shoto is stuck in the middle. 

It was rare that Fuyumi got alone time with her youngest brother. Shoto was so busy all the time and seemed to prefer to spend his free time by himself, or with their mother. So she cherished the little time they got. Maybe she hadn’t done a good job of bonding with her siblings when she was younger, but she could make up lost time now. 

It was a beautiful bright spring day when she took Shoto to the farmers market. Neither of them had been to an outdoor market like this one before. Someone who worked for their father had always done the shopping but Fyuyhimi saw the appeal. She was having fun just walking around and window shopping, buying things that caught their eye here and there. 

Suddenly Shoto stopped, freezing in place beside her. “What is it?” Fuyumi asked, concerned. She followed her brother’s gaze to a stall where the most beautiful woman she had ever seen was standing. 

You were wearing paint-splattered shorts and a loose-fitting button-up with the sleeves rolled to your elbow. You were just holding a box of strawberries examining the fruit while you talked idly with the vendor. 

“She’s my teacher,”  Shoto grumbled. Well, that changed everything. 

“We should go say hello, it’s polite,” she decided, grabbing her brother’s arm and marching him forward. Shoto sighed reluctantly trying his best to keep up with her. 

You seemed to sense their approach and looked up, your lips spreading in a huge grin when you saw them. 

“Good morning Todoroki, I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” you greeted bubbily then your eyes shifted to Fyuyimi, and she felt her face go red. 

“Good morning to you too,” you said warmly. 

“This is my sister Fuyumi,” Shoto introduced.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” Fuyumi blurted stumbling forward to shake your hand.  “I’m Shoto’s sister,”

“I already said that,” Shoto snipped. 

You shook Fuyumi’s hand and ignored the younger Todoroki’s comment 

“I didn’t know Shoto had an older sister, this is a pleasant surprise,” you chuckled.

Shoto wasn’t the most intune with other people’s emotions but it wasn’t like he was blind it was clear his sister was in love with you. 

“Well, it was nice seeing you Ms. (L/N) but we should go let you get back to your er strawberries,” he said. Tugging on Fuyumi’s arm trying to get her to let go of you. 

“Oh, well I’ll uhm see you later,” Fuyumi stammered as she was pulled away from you. 

“So Shoto, tell me about your teacher.”

Shoto thought it was bad enough to get this crap from his own sister, but when he came back to school you cornered him. 

“It was nice seeing you this weekend Todoroki, you and your sister,” you said trying to sound casual. 

Shoto groaned internally as you grilled him for information on Fuyumi, how old she was, if she was single, what she did for work, so on and so on. It was a similar list of questions that his sister had asked about you just a day ago.  At least the feelings were returned. 

After about a week of playing middle man to your horrendous flirting, Shoto had enough. Both you and his sister were hopeless and he was honestly sick of it. 

“Hey Midoryia, if you were going to ask someone out how would you do it?” Todoroki asked cornering his green-haired friend.

“W-What?” Midoriya stammered his face instantly turning cherry red

“What is a good way for confessing your feelings?” he rephrased

“Well uhm i’d definitely start with a gift or something like flowers or chocolate to get their attention- or maybe some all might merch if thery were into that sort of thing-” todoroki nodded to himself as Midoriya rambled about the complexity of love. Shoto already had his answer. Flowers

“Hey Todoroki what’s up?” you greated casually seeing him enter your class after school.

“My sister likes to press flowers,” he said bluntly, you’d say you were supprised but you hadn’t been subtle exactly asking about Fuyumi, it would be an understatment to say that you were infatuated with her. 

“Pressed flowers huh?” you asked. Even though you’d only met her once, and only knew about her from what Shoto had told you, but that seemed to fit, it was elegant and beautiful, just like her. 

“Thats right, so if you’re going to ask her out give her a bouquet she can press, or better yet, press a flower for her.” It was more of a demand than a suggestion, but you were still thankful for his help. 

“I’ll take your advice shoto, thank you.”

Fuyumi was surprised to say the least to see a small brown bag waiting fot her on her desk. At first she had assumed it was a gift from one of her students but when she unwrapped it she saw it wasn’t the case. 

It was a simple picture frame with a beautiful pressed Pansey against white paper. It was gorgeous. Then she saw the note attached. 

Did you know Pansey’s symbolize feelings of love? They’re also used as get well soon flowers but lets focus on the feelings of love and affection. I’d like to take you out soon, if that’s something you’d be interested in, It is important to rembebr that I already have your brother’s blessing as well. I hope you like the flower.

-(y/n)

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

[thefanficmonster]

Hey Vy, 📚🌻 here!

I was on a video call with a friend of mine and she said: oh, do you still like Corpse?

I opened my mouth and she said instantly "i shouldn't have asked...", I mean I know that I do talk a lot about him but-- I can't blame her, after she said that I re-told her about his life and how cool he is and about the songs and the merch and---

Well, today I'm here to give you your next three words, which are: Alarm, recorder (the instrument that's also called flute), Crayons

Btw, today's music recomendation is: And so it went by The pretty reckless featuring Tom Morello. Actually the new The Pretty Reckless album is full of great songs but and so it went is my favorite!

Love, 📚🌻

Hi darling 📚🌻 !

I felt your experience with your friend on a personal level 😅 I've had that happen to me several times too. Don't worry though, I bet everyone in the Corpse fandom has experienced something similar at least once 😂

Thank you for yet another great music recommend, you're literally THE BEST 😘

Today's fic will be a father-daughter fic for the special occasion of Father's Day. Prepare to see a side of Gwen rarely seen by the world.

~ Enjoy 💕

Mission

Pairing: Ethan Winters & Daughter OC (Gwen Winters)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: FLUFF, Domestic Fluff

Being on vacation and all, the last thing Gwen expected was to hear her alarm blaring at 7 AM. Thinking she has set it on accident, she turns it off and rolls over in an attempt to prolong her slumber. However, much to her horror, seconds later she hears the door to her bedroom open, feeling a shake to her shoulder shortly after.

"Gwen, it's time to get up." Ethan's familiar voice floods the room as a hushed whisper, gently waking up the twenty-three-year-old.

"What do you want, dad?" Gwen grumbles, face 90% hidden in her pillow as she refuses to give a response to the continuous tries on Ethan's part of getting her out of bed.

Him and Mia have been her adoptive parents for a little less than a decade at this point and yet, her referring to them as ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ still catches them off-guard sometimes in the best way possible. Never fails to make them smile too.

“I wanted to go shopping for some toys for Rose while Mia’s asleep.“ Ethan explains when Gwen finally rolls over to face him.

She gives him a lazy smile, “Why? Cause you know she’ll say you’re gonna flood the house with toys by the time she’s even a year old?”

He sheepishly nods, “It’s not my fault there are so many cool toys at the store and I just can’t help myself.” He shrugs, “Though, I know she’ll still be the most obsessed with that monkey you got her.”

She sits up as a pointless attempt at hiding the little emotional spark that his words lit up in her, “Give me fifteen minutes, I’ll meet ya downstairs.”

With a grateful nod and a grin Ethan exits her room, quietly closing the door behind him.

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“Dad, what is a less-than-a-year-old baby gonna do with crayons? It clearly says they’re meant for three-year-olds and above.“ Gwen rolls her eyes, snatching the 24 crayon packet from Ethan who’s been super indecisive on what to get. She’s only there to give him opinions, seeing as how she could never choose a proper toy for a baby. Well, one cannot be sure how true that is since Rose’s favorite toy was a gift to her by Gwen - maybe she’s got some skills she doesn’t know about after all.

“Why not? You can draw too. You’re older than three, right?“ He turns to look at her with teasingly narrowed eyes and a barely contained smile.

It manages to get a laugh out of her which makes him feel quite accomplished. She rolls her eyes and puts the pack of crayons back on the shelf, “I may be older than three but I bet you Rose could draw a better picture than I can. I suck at drawing, which is why I’m never allowed to illustrate the plans to the squad. Piers is the only one who understands what I’m trying to describe.” Gwen shakes her head as the two continue down the aisle. She struggles to keep her mind focused on the current task and not let it wander. God forbid she lets it roam, it’ll bring her no good whatsoever.

It’ll start wondering why she feels homesick while being at home. That question is not one she wants answered - not honestly at least.

“Really? Only Piers?“ Ethan nudges the topic cautiously, glancing at Gwen out of the corner of his eye to make sure she won’t pounce at him. Truth be told, you can never be sure with Gwen, she’s highly unpredictable. 

But when he sees her sigh, he’s pretty darn relieved.

“No...not only Piers.“ Is all she says, but her words speak louder than their meaning, explaining to Ethan a lot more than what she’s willing to say out loud for herself.

The toll this subject takes on her is painfully obvious so the blond man decides not to continue pursuing it. Instead he hums knowingly before reaching for another toy and showing it to her as a distraction, “Well, maybe you suck at drawing, but I bet you can play the recorder like a professional.”

This earns him another laugh, a more wholehearted one, coming straight from the bottom of her soul, honest and genuine. And grateful, grateful he got her mind off the BSAA and....and everything else.

She links her arm with his, resting her head on his shoulder, taking the recorder from him to put it back where he took it from. Still, she mumbles, “Thanks dad.”

Again: few words, a lot of meanings and one important message he hears loud and clear.

“Anytime, Gwen.“

[frenchbreads-writing]

Could I request something for Shinsou who is accepted in the the hero course with a bf who is still in the general course of UA? How would they handle the drastic change of Hitoshi changing courses? (or just any Shinsou insert tbh of this isn't anything you're really feeling atm) ❤️ love your writings

Day of Surprises|{Shinsou Hitoshi}

I tried going for the first idea but all of my ideas came out so sad for some reason😔

So I hope this is okay and that you don’t mind🥺

Also

479 FOLLOWERS.. ALMOST 500!? I didn’t even notice I want to thank you all I’m so glad you like what I write!! I love you guys so much and I hope you’ll stick around to watch me improve and keep making content for you all!💖💖

I hope you enjoy💖

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Male Reader

Words: 1.7k (1,753)

Warning(s): Injuries, Badly written villain encounter

Requests: Closed

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You stared at the ticking clock from behind the convenience store counter.

2 hours to go until your shift is over.

You covered your face and groaned. The store had been practically empty all day with only a handful of other teenagers popping in for a minute for snacks and other various things.

“(Y/N)?”

You jumped and turn around.

It was the store’s owner standing there. A short woman in her 40s with a permanent soft smile on her face.

“What’s got you so antsy today? You seem like you’re ready to bolt.”

You smiled.

“I have my first date with my boyfriend today after work.”

She smiled fondly.

“A first date is very important.”

You blushed and looked away.

“Yeah, I want to make it nice for him since it’s his first date too.”

The manager glanced at the clock and hummed.

“Well, the shop has been rather quiet today.”

She turned to you and smiled.

“I do suppose I can run the store myself until your coworker gets here.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as you faced her.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded and smiled.

“You’re a nice young man and you really help me a lot around here so I don’t mind letting you off early.”

You beamed before rushing to grab your stuff and clock out.

“I owe you one!”

You shouted as you rushed out.

As you jogged your way through the train station you pulled out your phone and proceeded to call Hitoshi.

The phone rang for a moment before you hear your boyfriend’s groggy voice answer the phone.

“Good morning Toshi how was your nap?”

You hear shifting and a groan before he speaks.

“It was good, are you on break?”

You pass through the ticket gates and walk to your platform.

“Yeah, the shop’s pretty crazy today for some reason.”

He hummed.

“Where are we going today?”

“I was hoping we could go to the mall and maybe to that new cafe that opened there a few weeks ago.”

“Sounds good to me.”

A yawn sounds from the other side.

“Toshi if you want to go back to sleep you can, I have to get back soon anyway.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you when you get here, bye.”

“Bye.”

The line clicked and you rushed into the train and await your destination.

When the train stopped you hopped out and headed home to change.

Unlocking and pushing your way inside the door you slipped off your shoes and made your way to your room.

You immediately went to your closet and began to brainstorm on what to wear. It was a casual date to the mall so nothing too fancy. Though everything you put together didn’t seem to be good enough.

Hitoshi had the same issue.

When you had called he wasn’t in bed at all. He was actually getting ready for the date.

He was rooting around his closet for what seemed to be forever. All of his outfits didn’t feel right for a date.

It’s been over an hour after your phone call and he wanted to surprise you at work but he couldn’t choose what to wear.

After picking up what felt to be the millionth article of clothing he thought.

’Screw it.’

And changed into the set of clothes he held in his hands.

He wore a plain black shirt with a purple jacket over it and a pair of ripped jeans.

It wasn’t the worst outfit he could’ve chosen so he’ll take that as a win.

He checked his phone.

’45 minutes left, enough time to get to his store before he gets off.’

Hitoshi quickly stuffed his keys and wallet into his pockets as he made his way to the front door.

Shouting a goodbye to his parents he opened the door. But he immediately froze when he caught sight of you frozen mid knock.

“Uh hey.”

“(Y/N) I thought you were at work?”

You rubbed the back of your neck and chuckled.

“Yeah I was able to leave early and I wanted to surprise you so um, surprise?”

Hitoshi smiled.

“Do you need anything else before we go?”

He shook his head and held out his hand. You took it, your larger hand enveloping his and with that, the two of you began on your way to the mall.

The two of you hadn’t had lunch yet. So after arriving at the mall the two of you immediately went straight to the food court. The two of you each got a simple snack to eat while walking around.

You visited a few stores, goofing around buying cute things. Like a matching set of fluffy cat socks, you insisted that you bought so the two of you could match.

The two of you were sitting on a bench when Hitoshi saw merch of your favorite hero through the window of a shop. So he excused himself with the excuse of using the restroom and walked away towards the store.

You had already bought him so much stuff that he had taken an interest in so he needed to get you at least something no matter how small it was.

He had paid and grabbed the bag his gift was in when a scream came from behind him followed by the sound of the shop’s window being shattered and a loud crash.

Hitoshi spun on his heel and witnessed the cause of the destruction. A trash can was embedded into the wall opposite from the shattered window.

He ran outside and there was more chaos.

Objects floating and slamming into walls and stores, some people already injured and being carried away by other civilians.

He needed to find you and make sure you were okay.

He ran in the direction you were going last.

The villain was standing in the center of the chaos, objects of varying sizes around them being lifted and thrown.

Even with objects almost hitting him Hitoshi still cried out your name and continued looking around frantically for any sign of you.

He didn’t have to look for long when someone shouted.

“Oh god, what’s that kid doing?”

His head snapped where the person was pointing to see you charging towards the villain.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?!”

Hearing Hitoshi’s voice made you pause and look over at him.

But as you look to your boyfriend you didn’t notice the display case being hurled at you.

“Look out!”

You looked and only had enough time to put your arms up to cover your face.

The case shattered and sent you flying backward until you landed sprawled out on the ground.

“Shit!”

Shinsou immediately began running to you.

He needed to get you and get away from there and wait for the actual heroes to come.

You groaned as you sat up placing a hand on your head the air was also knocked out of you from your rough landing.

It hurt but if it wasn’t for your quirk it would’ve hurt more.

“(Y/N)!”

You looked to see Hitoshi running to you.

He was so focused on you that he didn’t notice the villain dragged a nearby truck from outside and begin aiming it at him.

You noticed though and used a nearby wall to brace yourself as you climbed to your feet.

“Hitoshi, watch out!”

He gasped and his foot snagged on a piece of the ground that had been jutting out.

He looked up to see the truck heading towards him.

His mind blanked all he could do was close his eyes and press himself against the cold surface of the wall behind him.

But the pain never came. Instead, the sound of crunching metal and cracking concrete next to his head was all he heard.

Hitoshi cracked his eyes open to meet your worried gaze. He looked over your shoulder and saw your hand buried in the bumper of the now destroyed truck sitting behind you.

“-Toshi? Hitoshi!”

He jumped and looked at you.

“W-what?”

“I asked if you’re okay, here.”

You wrenched your hands from the holes you made and dusted them off before offering a hand to him.

He stared at your hand for a moment before grabbing it.

You hoisted him up with ease but as soon as Hitoshi’s feet hit the ground he cried out and stumbled into you.

“What’s wrong?”

Hitoshi winced and lifted his right foot off of the ground.

“My ankle, it hurts.”

You knelt and rolled his pant leg up to reveal that his ankle was red and starting to swell.

He must’ve twisted it when he tripped. You thought for a moment before an idea popped into your head.

You stood up and hooked an arm under his knees and simply picked him up princess style.

He yelped and clung to your shirt.

“I’ve got you now, let’s get out of here the heroes should be coming soon.”

And just as you said that the pro hero Kamui woods showed up.

“See? Perfect timing.”

You took off towards the mall’s exit with Hitoshi in your arms.

A while after the mall incident and getting checked by a paramedic getting Hitoshi’s ankle wrapped the two of you sat on a train. Your arm around Hitoshi’s shoulders and his head resting against your chest.

“Hey Toshi, sorry our date was ruined. I wasn’t even able to get you a gift since I dropped our stuff back there.”

“It’s fine I had a good time, minus the whole villain attacking the mall part.”

You smiled at him and were about to resume resting your head on his when he jolted up.

“Wait, hold on I almost forgot.”

He shoved his hand in his pocket and rooted around for a moment before pulling out a crumpled receipt and something shiny.

“I uh got us matching keychains, I managed to swipe them before we left.”

You took the keychain from his hand. It was a charm of a small black cat. It was a little scuffed but other than that it was okay.

You chuckled and pulled out your set of keys hooking the keychain onto it.

“Perfect.”

He blushed and looked away rubbing the back of his neck.

He wordlessly placed himself back into your side and placed his head on your chest.

You hooked your arm around his shoulders and gently pulled him closer.

Your first date will always be a rather memorable moment in your relationship. But now you can schedule even better dates. Ones without villains.

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Valentine’s Day Surprise - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 4)

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 

As soon as Harry got out of Jeff’s car, he went straight into the airport. He still had about an hour to kill before his flight took off, but luckily he would be able to board sooner. He went through security and was now waiting for them to call his flight. Taking out his phone he scrolled through his social media accounts. Just because he didn’t post on it very often, didn’t mean he didn’t check it. 

Harry didn’t know why he felt nervous or anxious, but he did. Maybe it was because he couldn’t wait to see you or he was worried something would go wrong. He really needed to figure out what he was going to get you. Of course, he should have thought about this weeks ago, but he was distracted. He couldn’t believe he was one of those guys who waited until the last minute to get their girlfriend a present for Valentine’s Day. 

But then again, he was currently the guy who waited until the last minute to actually go see his girlfriend in person. While he was waiting, he decided to head into one of the airport gift shops to see if anything caught his eye. He really didn’t want to get you something from there, but surely if it was worth getting did it really matter where he bought it from. 

Everything in the gift shop was your typical gift shop items, LA merch, keychains, t shirts, and other random things. He sighed shaking his head as he grabbed some snacks to snack on while he waited. As he was checking out, he heard his phone ringing in his pocket. He saw Jeff’s name appear on the screen, so he answered it while he handed the clerk his cash. 

“What’d you forget to tell me?” Harry asked. 

“Don’t get on the plane!” Jeff blurted out. 

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“Y/N’s here!” Jeff said. 

“What?” Harry grabbed his change and his snacks before heading out into the lobby. 

“She’s here. In LA... at the airport,” he breathed out. “Don’t get on the plane.” 

“The fuck, you better not be playing with me, Jeff,” Harry said. 

“I’m not... just... meet us at the door,” Jeff said quickly. 

Harry didn’t need to be told twice before grabbing his things and booking it through the airport. 

**

You and Jeff quickly ran into the airport, but of course, you could only go so far without tickets. 

“Do you see him?” You asked, standing on your tip toes. 

“No,” Jeff sighed. “Even if I did, he wouldn’t hear us.” 

“Maybe we should try his cell, just in case,” You said. 

“Already on it,” Jeff said putting his phone to his ear. 

“Don’t get on the plane,” he blurted out. 

“Y/N’s here,” he said again. 

“She’s here in LA... at the airport,” he breathed out. “Don’t get on the plane.” 

“I’m not, just meet us at the door,” he said before hanging up the phone. 

“You got him?” You asked. 

“Yeah, don’t know where he’s at, but hopefully he’ll be here soon,” Jeff said. 

Hearing that, you’re stomach filled with butterflies. Your legs bounced with excitement as you tried looking through the crowd for your boyfriend. There were a lot of people heading past security, but surely you would be able to notice him as the only person walking the opposite direction of everyone. 

“Come on, come on,” you mumbled. 

It literally felt like an eternity, when in reality it was probably only like ten minutes before you finally saw his big head peeking up in the crowd. A smile grow across your face and you wanted nothing more to run to him like you were in a romance movie, but the scary security guards were certainly prevent from your moment. 

Harry didn’t see you until he got closer and as soon as he did, he picked up his pace. Once he was passed security, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him and jumping into his arms. 

“Oof,” he laughed wrapping his arms around you to hold you against him. “What are you doing here?” 

“I uh... came to surprise you. Had I not called Jeff when I got off the plane, you would have fucked up my plan,” you said. 

He laughed, “Sorry,” he said. 

“Um, guys, hate to uh, break up this lovely moment, but we should probably get going,” Jeff said, looking around at all the people standing around. 

“Oh, right,” you said, jumping down. 

Harry grabbed your hand and the two of you follow Jeff to his car. You both get in the back and as soon as Harry’s in behind you, he pulled you in for a kiss. You giggled against his lips while Jeff shook his head. 

**

When Jeff pulled up to the house Harry was staying at, Harry got your bags and his own before waving Jeff goodbye. 

“Be safe!” Jeff smirked out the window as he backed out of the driveway. 

You giggled following Harry inside the house. Once you both were inside and the door was shut, you heard bags drop to the floor and felt arms wrap around you. 

“I can’t believe you’re here right now,” he smiled into your neck. 

“I know. I can’t believe you were about to flying to England when you already told me you weren’t going to go,” you laughed. 

“Yeah, that slight change of plans literally happened this morning,” he winced. “Jeff got some things rescheduled last minute.” 

“So, that means either way you have the next few days completely free, right?” You smiled. 

“It does,” he smiled. “What about you? How long are you going to be here for?” 

“At least the week,” you said. 

“I love you,” he smiled, pressing kisses all over you face. 

You laughed turning around in his arms to face, “I love you, too.” 

“You must since you came all the way here,” he smiled. 

“And you must since you were willing to go all the way home and back,” you smiled. 

“Guess we’re just made for each other, huh?” he smirked. 

“Yep,” you nodded, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Now, I do have one request.” 

“And that is?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Feed me. I’m starving,” you laughed. 

He laughed, “I’m sure I have some thing I can whip up in my kitchen.” 

“Thank you! I had this whole plan of going grocery shopping or getting take out on my way to meeting you, but that got fucked up thanks to you,” you joked. 

“Well, this is one way for our first Valentine’s Day together to be memorable,” he laughed carrying you into the kitchen. “Speaking of, do you have anything else planned since you were the one to make the trip here?” 

“You’d think, but not really. I thought maybe it would be better for us to make a plan together, plus I wasn’t sure if you would the day off,” you said. 

“I do,” he smiled. “I’m not needed on set until later this week and since it’s the weekend, I don’t have any of my meetings until Monday.” 

“I thought you said your meetings got rescheduled?” You asked. 

“Some did,” he said, looking through the fridge and pantry. “But the ones that weren’t, I’m doing on zoom.” 

You nodded. “So, I probably shouldn’t walk around naked then?” You joked. 

“I wouldn’t go that far, love,” he winked. “Just stay clear of the camera.” 

You giggled, nibbling on some fruit he took out. 

“Anyway, what about you? Do you have any work shit to do?” He asked. 

“Other than checking in with my beta readers and editor? Not much,” you said. “I finished my other draft before I left, so I can’t really do much with it until I get all the feedback. I do have some other things I can look over, but nothing too pressing for a deadline.” 

“So, what you’re saying is, we technically have a lot of free time together over the next few days?” He asked. 

“Yep,” you smiled. “So much you’ll probably get sick of me.” 

“Yeah and by then you’ll be on your way back to London,” he joked. 

“Fuck you,” you laughed, throwing a strawberry at him. 

“Hey, I’m more than willing to take you right here and now, but I’m trying to be a gentleman and feed you first,” he smirked.

“My hero,” you laughed. 

“Anyway, back to our plans,” Harry said. “Would you mind if I was in charge of them?” 

“I don’t mind,” you smiled. “If that’s what you want to do.” 

“It is,” he smiled. “You came here, so I want to make it special.”

“We’re together, so it’s already special,” you said. 

“Then that means I don’t have to worry about too much,” he joked. 

“Ha, ha,” you laughed. “But seriously, you should know me. I don’t care about fancy dinners or anything. I’ll be grateful and happy with anything you plan.” 

Harry smiled kissing your head as you wrapped your arms around his waist. You smiled leaning into him because your actual Valentine’s Day celebration hadn’t even started and it was already your favorite one. 

**

Part 5 will be the last part! Let me know if want anything included for Valentine’s Day! 

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Steve Rogers x Reader: The Nutcracker (AU) Part 1

[Author’s Note:  Sooooo I started this story last year and never got around to finishing it, so I ended up taking the parts I’d written off tumblr.  This time, I finally wrote an end to this story and felt like it’d be a nice thing to post around the holidays.

It’s an Avengers fanfic, but it’s the story of the Nutcracker (more like the Barbie one where the reader is not a little girl lol)

Warning, these are long]

   With a sigh, you watched the clock tick from a spot on the floral-patterned couch as you fiddled with a pencil and blank sheet of paper and thought of something to draw.  Your younger brother busied himself playing with the action figures your grandparents got him as a Christmas Eve present.  He was so spoiled it drove you crazy.  It seemed he got everything he wanted at the drop of a hat.  Grandparents are supposed to spoil you a little, but it felt like everyone took part in spoiling him.  Meanwhile, you worked hard and tried to earn what you wanted on your own.

      Your grandfather entered the sitting room, pocket watch in hand.  “Your Aunt Lily has arrived,” he announced.  “Why don’t you kids help her with the bags?”

     He was so cute.  To him, the two of you would always be “kids.”  You immediately got off the couch to help, but paused.

    “_(brother’s name),” you called to your brother.  He glanced up from his action figures.  “Are you going to help?”

    He resumed moving the action figures around.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”  Translation in little brother language: Never.

   Sensing your irritation, your grandpa nodded.  “I appreciate you helping out, Gumdrop.  Thank you.”

    You couldn’t be upset anyway because Aunt Lily was here!  She was definitely the cool aunt that took you out shopping and encouraged you to be yourself.  You had actually formed a friendship as you grew more mature.  Only problem is, she was almost constantly trying to interest you with a guy.  Every Christmas it was the same thing; her gesturing to handsome strangers and giving you suggestive looks.  Still, she was very fun to be around.

    “____________!” she greeted as you emerged from the hallway into your grandparents’ kitchen where some of the relatives gathered to welcome her.  “There’s my favorite niece!  Merry Christmas.”

    “Merry Christmas!” You said with a laugh as she pulled you into a big hug.  After a long squeeze, Aunt Lily released you.  “How was the trip?”

    “It was good!  Long, but good.”

    “Awesome,” you nodded.  “Let me help you with your things.”

   “You’re such a sweetheart,” she grinned.  “There are a few goodies in the trunk of my car if you don’t mind grabbing them for me.  Thank you so much!”  You grinned back and headed to the front door to slide on your boots.  A part of you hated stepping out into the snowy afternoon.  The icy winds chilled you to the bone instantly, but seeing everything clad in sparkling white was worth it.  You folded your arms and hurried past the dozen cars belonging to other relatives until you reached Aunt Lily’s.  After retrieving the big Christmas bags and a suitcase, you locked the car and went inside.

   “I think that’s everything,” you stated, kicking the snow off your boots at the doormat.  Some snow may have gotten on your Captain America socks.  Ugh.

   “Thank you again!”  Aunt Lily took a few bags off your hands.  As you helped her put gifts under the tree, you both got caught up.  She told you about her most recent road trip, the hotel she stayed at and even the celebrity she ran into, while you listed in wonder.  In turn, you told her about college and all the latest friend group drama.  After everything was unpacked, Aunt Lily reached under the tree and picked out a wrapped gift.  “This,” she began, handing it to you, “is for you.  An early Christmas gift from me.”

   “Oh,” you smiled.  “Thank you!”  You in turn grabbed a particular gift from under the tree and handed it to her.  “This is for you!”

    She gave you a kiss on the cheek.  “You’re such a sweetie.”

    After unloading the remaining things from her car, you found a quiet place away from the family hustle and bustle to open your gift from her.  Your brother came running into the room.

   “Look what Aunt Lily got me!”  He held up a box of building blocks set.  The picture on the front of the box showed what the finished product would look like.  This one resembled superhero compound, complete with the heroes in figurine form.  “What did you get, ___________?” He asked as he climbed over into your personal space.  But of course, he couldn’t leave you in peace for five minutes.

   You rolled your eyes.  “I don’t know yet, bro, I haven’t had the chance to open it yet.”

   “Oh,” he shrugged.  “Well then, carry on.”

   With a few rips, you tore through the wrapping paper like you had when you were a kid just for fun.  As soon as you saw the red, white, and blue shield you gasped.  

   It was a Captain America themed nutcracker!  He was so adorable too!  His outfit was red-white, and blue, and sort of looked more like the usual princely garb a nutcracker would wear instead of his usual costume, but he held the shield in one hand.

   “Oh wow!  This is so neat!”  You exclaimed.  

   “I’m so glad you like it,” Aunt Lily said.  She had entered the room to watch your reaction.  It was no secret that you went crazy for this sort of thing.  You were a total geek when it came to Marvel movies as well as Marvel-related merch, and you were proud.

   “I wanna see!”  Your brother whined as he struggled to reach for it.

   “__(brother’s name)__,” Aunt Lily scolded.  “That is ____________’s.  I got you something of your own.  Why don’t you go put it together?”

   He immediately became preoccupied with his own project, and you mouthed the words “thank you” to your aunt.  A dazzling smile played on her lips in response.  She was the coolest.

   The whole family squeezed into your grandparents’ dining room for dinner. It was a lively meal with people chatting and catching up.  Some relatives lived far away and could only visit a few times a year, so this was kind of a big deal.  You were asked a million questions about college, your part-time job, and friends. You filled everyone in on the deets about classes and the part-time job you got working at the local bookstore.

   “We’re so proud of you,” Aunt Lily said, and you couldn’t help but grin back. That was always nice to hear.

   “This one is so smart.  Always has her nose in a book, whether it is for school or just because she enjoys reading,” your mother said.  You blushed at the attention.

   “That’s good,” your grandma said.  “Keep it up.  Keep learning.”

   A few conversations later, the family went to their rooms to get changed into pajamas for the evening.  There would be a Christmas movie or two in the living room shortly.  Since your brother was the youngest in the family, he got to pick the movie.  The two of you exchanged knowing looks, and he chose Polar Express.

   “Yesss!” you gave him a big hug.

   As much as the two of you could be annoyed with each other, he was still your brother.  Both of you sat next to each other in pajamas and shared a bowl of popcorn as your grandpa tried to figure out how to work the DVD player.  Technology had developed to the point where any movie could be accessed digitally in an instant, and he was still trying to understand how DVD players worked.  You felt bad, but you and your brother tried to hold back giggles.

   At the start of the movie, you were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.  As it progressed though, you began to feel tired. Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep.

   - - - - 

   “I’m sorry, __________,” someone sobbed.  You were awake instantly, blinking your eyes open.  The living room was empty.  It was after midnight, and everyone must have gone to bed already. The TV was off, but a cozy fire warmed the room with a dim light from the fireplace.  You rubbed your eyes and focused on your brother who stood in front of you, crying.

   “What?  What’s wrong?” you asked with a sigh.

   “I...I didn’t mean to do it.  I just wanted to play…”

   Your eyes went from his teary eyes to what he held in his hand.  It was your Captain America nutcracker.  His arm had been twisted at an odd angle.  Your brother held the shield, which had broken off, in his other hand.  Your first instinct was to get angry.

   “What did you do?” you demanded.  “You shouldn’t have been playing with him in the first place. Aunt Lily gave him to me.  You got your own present!”            

   “I know, I’m sorry,” he cried.  “I didn’t mean to break him.”

   You sighed again.  It was apparent he really felt bad, and you knew he would never have broken something of yours on purpose.

   “It’s okay,” you said finally.  “Well, it’s not okay, but I forgive you.  Thank you for coming to me instead of trying to hide it.”

   Relief washed over his face that you weren’t going to freak out on him, but he still showed signs of guilt.  “I can get you a new one.”

   “No, no, that’s okay.  This one is special from Aunt Lily, and I’m not going to give up on him just because he had a little rough patch.”  You gently took the nutcracker from your brother.  “You don’t give up on people just because they’re broken.”  

   You focused your attention on the Captain America nutcracker in hand.  He still needed a little fixing.  Your brother went and fetched some glue from the miscellaneous drawer in the kitchen. You used a ribbon from the package Aunt Lily gave your earlier to make a sort of temporary sling to keep the nutcracker’s arm in place.  You looked into his painted blue eyes and smiled.  They seemed to sparkle now.  Perhaps they had always been this bright, and you just hadn’t noticed before.

   Your brother returned with the glue, and helped you reattached the shield. He did a good job.

   “There,” you said.  “He’s looking pretty good.”

   “Yeah, he is.”  Your brother agreed.  Then, he wiggled his eyebrows.  “Good enough to kiss?”

   You gave him a look.

   “What?  I heard you talking to your friend on the phone once.  I know you think Captain America is ‘hawt,’ so don’t even deny it.”

   You rolled your eyes and grabbed the nearest couch pillow to fling at his face. “Alright, you just ruined the brother-sister bonding moment.”

   He stuck his tongue out at you.

   “What are you, two years old?” You threw another couch pillow.  “Anyway, it’s late.  I’m going back to sleep.”  You gathered the pillows again and fluffed them up before lying back down on the couch.  “I think I’ll stay out here and enjoy the fire.”

   “Okay, I’m going to my room,” your brother said.  “Goodnight, thanks for not killing me.”

   “Goodnight,” you opened a sleepy eye to watch him leave the room.  Then, you chuckled.  “Oy, I’m tired…”

               - - - -

   Crash.  You were ripped from a cozy, deep slumber to the sound of glass shattering.  A loud bang sounded.  More glass shattered.  You would have blamed your grandparents’ cat if it weren’t for the fact that they haven’t had a cat in years.

   That’s when you really woke up.  Fear gripped you as the sounds came from behind the couch, near the Christmas tree. It had to be an intruder.  But what the hay were they doing near the tree? Stealing presents?  A part of you was scared to look.  Still, you slowly and quietly poked your head up just enough to peek over the back of the couch.

   What you saw amazed and horrified you.

   Your Captain America nutcracker was launching his shield at what looked like a miniature Chitauri.

   “What the actual heck?” you whispered.

   The Chitauri was decapitated, but another leapt out from behind the Christmas tree.  The nutcracker charged at him and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.   More jumped in, and he fought them off skillfully.  But he didn’t seem to notice another sneaking up behind him.

   You weren’t sure what came over you.  Whether this was a dream or not, you did not want to see Captain America get mauled by one of those creepy things.  You hurried around the couch.

   “Watch out!” you called out, and fortunately, you reached him in time. Without thinking, you stomped your foot. Ew.  There might be creepy chitauri gunk under your slipper now…

   Your nutcracker looked up at you, his painted blue eyes seemingly sparkled more now.

   “Thanks,” he said.

   “No problem…” You managed a smile and a shrug.  This was crazy.  It had to be a dream.

   He seemed to sense your unease.  “This must be strange for you,” he said as he resumed fighting oncoming enemies.  “I will explain soon.”

   “Sure,” you nodded, biting your lip as you noticed a particularly large group of chitauri crowding around your feet.  It was no trouble.  A few swift kicks sent them all flying.  

   “Hm, darling,” a strangely familiar voice spoke.  “This isn’t going to work…I cannot afford any flaws in my plan.”

   “Loki?” you said in disbelief.  “But it’s been years since the first Avengers came out…Why are you still the bad guy?”

   He emerged from behind the tree, a little shorter than your Captain America nutcracker, except he had used his illusion abilities to look like a mouse. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.  “However, I do know that you are getting in the way.  You’re too tall, I’d rather you be small…” He waved his scepter, and suddenly everything around you began to grow.  

   Or rather, it was you who was shrinking.  

   The chitauri that were coming at your feet so pitifully became more of a threat as you reached their eye level.  You squeaked as they crowded you, one grabbing your arm.  Just then, a few of them roared and began to back off.

   Your nutcracker came barreling into the mob, quickly wrapping a wooden arm around you and pulling you from the danger.

   “Y-you rescued me,” you gasped.  “Thank you!”

   “Of course,” he replied.  “But don’t thank me yet, _________.”  He released you, but kept holding your hand as he raced away.  “We’ve got to get out of here and back to the Kingdom.”

   “What?”

   “Yes, to find the Sugarplum Princess.  She’s the only one who can change you back and rescue us all from the Wannabe Mouse King.”

   “Oh, goodie.”  You clung to him as he leaped up onto a tree branch.  “And how do we find this Sugar Pear-“

      “Sugarplum Princess,” he corrected gently.  “And I’m not sure.”  The two of you became the climb up the tree.  You had done some tree-climbing as a kid, but this was something else.  

      You wondered why the heck the two of you were climbing the tree if you needed to get back to this “Kingdom.”  Your nutcracker remained at your side, ensuring you didn’t fall whenever your foot slipped on a branch.

   “We have to get to the star of the tree,” he said, as if reading your thoughts.  “It’s our way out.”

   Behind you, a few chitauri-minions began climbing too.  The Mouse King with Loki’s voice shouted commands and threats to them as you and the nutcracker managed to reach the top.

   The star looked so big and bright to you in this size.  Was it just you, or….was it glowing brighter?

   Nutcracker-Steve ushered you closer to the star.  He took your hand in his and touched it to the star.  With that, there was a flash of light, a sensation of falling, and suddenly you felt chilly.

   Opening your eyes, you saw a blanket of white stretching out miles and miles before you.  Snowy mountains stood strong and beautiful to the left of the scene, and a frozen lake far on the right.

   “W-where are we?  This does not look like my grandparents’ living room.”

   “This is the Kingdom,” Steve said.  “This is what I’m fighting to protect.  The Mouse King desperately wants to rule over this place and its people, but we can’t let that happen.  I’ve already wandered so far off track.”

   You had to admit it was beautiful here.  Everything was coated in sparkling light, resembling Narnia when the Pevensie children first arrived.  Only you got here through a tree star, not a wardrobe.  And it was still night here.

   “So, what do we do?” you asked, hugging yourself to try and retain some warmth. Steve’s painted eyes seemed to soften sympathetically.

   “I’m sorry about the cold.  Well, I’m sorry about all of this, actually.”

   “It’s fine. You can’t really help it.” Your breath rose up in a cloud through the air with each word.

   “I’ll tell you what,” he said, running a wooden hand down your arm in a pointless attempt to warm you.  “We’ll head to the nearest town for some warm clothes and supplies.  Then we need to find out where the Sugarplum Princess is.”

   “Sure, it seems I don’t have much choice.  I might freeze to death otherwise,” you mumbled.  Steve attached his shield to his back and began trekking through the snow.  You followed in his footsteps, hoping to avoid getting lots of snow in your slippers. Unfortunately, it was inevitable. Before long, snow had gotten into your slippers and melted around your feet, making them ice-cold.  The snow began to pick up, and it seemed to become a blizzard.

   “The Mouse King knows we’re here,” Steve shouted to you.  “He’s trying to make things more difficult.”

   “But of course he has ice powers,” you complained, teeth chattering.

   Not much longer after that, you saw a warm light in the distance.  It glowed faintly through the intense snowfall. The sight of it alone made you think of warm blankets and clothes, sitting comfortable and dry by a fireplace. Oh, you hoped they’d be welcoming.

   “Almost there, _________,” Steve told you.  “We’re almost there.  Hang in there.”

PART 2

[bbnibini]

PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA -- four🔖

[ Go to the garden ]

There's no harm in trying, isn't there?

Despite your self-doubts, you entered the garden anyway and inspected Lucifer's hybrid flowers from afar. After straining your neck from staring while on your tiptoes, you realised your mistake and felt despondent.

'Congratulations, me. You just wasted an hour of your life.' You thought to yourself, shoulders slumping from fatigue. You were planning to make a detour at the hobby shop nearby to pick up some anime merch as a peace offering to your favourite demon otaku when a voice called your name.

"Solomon?"

The sorcerer smiled at you in greeting. "Hello there. What are you doing?"

When he started gazing at the bouquet that you were cradling in your arms, you suddenly felt self-conscious and hid it in your back. Unknowingly, (perhaps due to you being so lost in your thoughts since the discovery of your secret admirer), the letter in your backpack slipped from a half-open zipper and you internally cursed.

You cursed even more to yourself when Solomon picked it up for you.

"With Love?" he blinked, putting two and two together in his head before smiling at you knowingly once he realised the reason for your overreacting. "The flowers are quite lovely too. Why are you hiding it?"

Is everyone really out to get you right now? You couldn't help but blush a deep red shade all over your face.

"Please don't tease me. I didn't ask for this to happen."

"Sorry, haha. You just look so adorable when you're flustered."

"Spare me..."

Luckily, Solomon didn't pursue the topic any further and only exchanged pleasantries with you. Hmm...now that you think about it...

"You look like you're in a hurry."

Solomon's eyes widened for a bit before his expression returned into a relaxed smile.

"I'm meeting up with Asmodeus in the council room for the festival preparations."

"It must be so hectic right now if a non-student council member is being requested there."

He returned your statement with his own brand of jabs.

"And our dear exchange student representative seems so carefree~"

You pouted at him, puffing your cheeks. "For your information, I finished my work early!"

Solomon laughed. "I know, I know. You're such a hard worker and you deserve to take it easy."

Geez. If he's going to tease you so relentlessly, he shouldn't smile so innocently like that! It's deceiving!

He excused himself and left. Your encounter with Solomon made you somehow feel doubtful. Even if he made it out as a joke, he looked quite tired and his smile was also strained. Was his magic needed for the festival or was it some other errand?

Lucifer assigned you with considerably light tasks compared to the others. Even Satan took his work home--that was actually why he was able to finish his work early.

Isn't Lucifer quite suspicious? Did he deliberately give you light tasks in an attempt to distract you? He could have if he was the letter sender. But what would he gain from it?

"He couldn't have sent me the letter if he's occupied at his desk. Unless. .... .. !!!"

That's right!

Why did it slip your mind? It isn't about the quantity of your tasks, but the quality!

If you think about the kind of tasks he had assigned you during club hours, it all makes sense. Most of them required you to stay near the main gate for a relatively long time. While he was indeed busy during club hours, he was also with you on your trips to the main gate to sign some documents.

That means... .. .. . ..

.

He placed the letter(+gifts) in your locker on his trip back to the clubroom! And since you were busy with club activities at the opposite end of RAD, you couldn't possibly run into him slipping it in your locker!

Saying that, it also meant that a certain Avatar of Lust wasn't as "innocent" as you initially thought after all. Asmodeus knew where your locker was located, but you weren't sure if he knows how often you check it. You shook off your doubts about the mismatched penmanship in your head. You needed to confirm something first.

What will you do?

💌 [ Message Asmodeus ]

💌 [ Wait for Asmodeus outside the clubroom ]

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[lilpootworldtour]

Saturday 11/14/2020 Shreveport, LA - Coppell, TX Saturday morning in Shreveport is a relaxing place to be. We left our humble walmart and headed west, through the city. We drove across the Missouri river and into downtown where we found a coffee shop so we stopped in for coffee and a muffin. While in line, Dave saw some store merch, pointed to it and uttered, “want a shirt?” Hannah shrugged her little shoulders, walked to the neatly stacked clothing, and proceeded to unfold the shirts with her grubby mits, and toss back onto the table what did not please her. She bought the last of the yellow/white tie-dye shirts and graciously gave it to David who, bless his kind heart, offered to share it with Hannah. The coffee was pretty good. David’s cold brew was a 7/10 and Hannah’s Candied Pumpkin Latte was a modest 7/10. On the way out of town, we followed the old highway we love, highway 80, which took us through what we imagine to be the “cool” part of town, possibly known as the arts district. This area could be seen as worn out or “once great,” but we would call it “hip.” There were mercantile stores, people setting up pop up shops, and large vacant lots with modern art sculptures trying to steal your attention. The further out of town we drove, the more stores appeared vacant turning into collapse. After getting out of town, we soon arrived at the Texas border! Crossing the border on highway 80, I hoped, along with most people, I feel, for a beautiful “Welcome to Texas” sign created in the early 1900’s with signs of lasting through all these years. Instead, we found a government sign demoting the border with a cute, humble, concrete, I will call it “tombstone” style marker with the outline of the state along with its name. We pulled over and took a few pictures both with and without the green reflection sign. After getting the excitement of entering Texas running through out veins, we hopped back in Lil Poot and started skirting through the small towns while keeping an eye out for boot and hat stores. Along with stores, we looked for a nice picnic area, which we found several of, to pull over for a Saturday Brunch. Once in our spot, David started dicing up what was left of the Patty Melt while the cast iron skillet heated. This skillet was gifted to Hannah by her thoughtful book along with aprons, many cooking utensils that we constantly use while cooking, a couple books, and two custom Lil Poot mugs we use daily! After the skillet heated, Dave added some butter which burned, so he took the skillet off heat and wiped out the burnt butter. After turning down the heat on the burner, he repositioned the skillet, which had cooled some, and added more butter. This round of butter melted beautifully so Da Dog lifted the skillet and rolled the butter juice around and across the sides. He then added the diced Patty Melt which he sautéed, browning the edges before adding the eggs. For the eggs, he cracked two into a bowl, sprinkled on pepper and salt before whisking with a fork. To cook the eggs evenly, the heat was reduced as low as possible, eggs poured in, and cooked until the edge was opaque, then a lid placed on the pan sat until fully cooked. This turned out to be David’s tastiest egg meal as of YET! With full bellies we returned to the road. Although we did not find any stores that met Dave’s criteria, we did eventually make it to Coppell Texas where our Friends, the Barber’s, met us with open arms. We arrived around 3-4pm and was given a lovely tour of their truly Texas home before settling down by the pool in the backyard. That evening we got take out from Hard Eight BBQ consisting of brisket, pulled pork, spicy corn salad, Mac and cheese, Cole slaw, and mashed potatoes. I will say that I felt the brisket was a solid 6/10, VERY satisfied with the delicious meal. After Dinner, our weary travelers eagerly got into the shower, which turned out to be a jacuzzi tub, and happily cleaned up without a second thought to the amount of water being used. Bed Time.

[roses-of-rutherglen]

Uniquely Normal- Chapter 1

-Dean-

Uniquely normal was how Dean's family described him. To his mother, three sisters, stepfather and possible little brother or sister on the way. He was always there, reliable cheery and seemingly completely normal. But as his mum and the only dad he'd known relied on him as the oldest there was something in the way he carried himself that was just so Dean, that no one could describe but everyone was incredibly grateful for. When he was five, just after his little sister Scout was born, his mum was amazed at how little things just seemed to be getting done around the house, the baby being hushed calmed and rocked to sleep among many other things when no one had been in all day. Dean would fess up but his parents could never quite figure out how he did it.

Like most other boys his age, he and his Dad shared a love of soccer and were loud and proud supporters of the West Ham Football Team. Every spare minute was spent in their back yard playing kick to kick to get out of the girl's hair. Somehow they always managed to get the best seats at any game they went to and even meet some of the players, who turns out were friends of Dean's friends. While confused at how all these wonderful things happened to them, Hernando, Dean's dad took it all in his stride and joked about his "uniqueness" that his wife kept harping on about. It became a family joke from that point on.

It came to his eleventh birthday and the family was gathered on a picnic blanket in their back garden, surrounded by the new life of spring. He had gotten several pieces of West Ham merch as well as some Doctor Who merchandise as the family had taken up the British tradition of watching through the series from the beginning on Saturday evenings. All of the gifts had been opened and Dean and his little sisters were just about to start a game of hide and seek with Scout, Teagan and Emily running around in the soft grass looking for a place to hide before Dean went to find them. Just as his count down finished a beautiful tawny owl flew out of the air towards the family and landed on Lauren's head "Dear, I do believe there is an owl on your head." Hernando managed to choke out after getting over his initial surprise "You think I wouldn't notice? Can you get it off me please!" The owl sat there contently hooting as the girls came running and started laughing and pointing at the "funny bird on mummy's head" after shaking her head and trying to find some way to unseat the bird Lauren gave up. "Dean can you help me here as your father appears to be struck dumb" Brough out of his staring at the gorgeous bird he slowly lifted his arm in front of him and the owl hopped straight onto it attempting to rub its head in his hand and nearly falling upside down in the process, this set the girls off giggling again. "I like the funny birdy can we keep it?" Tea asked as innocently as only a three-year-old could. Hernando and Lauren laughed but Dean was staring at the envelope he had removed from the owl's leg it was made of heavy parchment and addressed in emerald green ink

'Mr. Dean Thomas Only upstairs bedroom with a window 5 The Cherry Orchard Staverton Gloucestershire England' It was his address right down to his bedroom! He quickly opened the top as the owl hopped over to investigate Em and Tea’s fingers while Scout was looking through Dean's presents. His parents moved closer as he slid the letters out of the envelope 'Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) Dear Mr. Thomas, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September first, we await your owl no later than thirty-first of July. A member of the Hogwarts staff will arrive sometime within the next week to help introduce you and your family to the magical world. Also, the owl's name is Amanita we have been trying to rehome her for a while so if you want to keep her you may. I am sure your little sisters will love her. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy headmistress'

The next page was a list of school supplies such as books, a cauldron, potion ingredients, robes and the thing that made Dean's heart jump a wand. "Mummy?" He questioned looking towards his two clearly befuddles parents "is this a birthday joke?" Both of his parents looked at each other slowly shaking their heads. It seemed that their little boy had magic.

A week later the family was spread out around the house Dean, Tea and Emily were playing Princess' and dragon in the back yard while Scout was working on her crayon masterpiece which was actually quite impressive considering her age and her choice of utensil but it looked like art ran through the family as her older brother was an amazing artist as well. Hernando and Lauren were sitting on opposite ends of the couch legs tangled together with books in their hands and everyone was content and relaxed on a Sunday afternoon. Then there was a complicated knock on the door, Scout leaped up from her spot on the floor scattering crayons everywhere in her rush to let the visitor in.

Professor Aurora Sinistra arrived at number five The Cherry Orchard at around midday on the Sunday after the letter had been sent. The house was set at the end of a culdesac and was half-hidden by a rather large hydrangea bush she walked up the concrete drive to the wooden front door and knocked several times. A high pitched cry of "I'll get it!" Came from within and the door was flung open by a smiling curly-haired six years old who looked her up and down before shouting over her shoulder "Mum some woman who kinda looks like Auntie Joan is here!" Then pausing before turning back towards the professor on the doorstep and in the most polite voice she'd heard out of anyone that age graciously invited her inside the house. It was cozy and homely, it felt well lived in. The little girl who had now introduced herself as Scout had taken her by the hand and led her into the living room where the curtains and windows were open letting in the rare spring sunshine and filling the house with light.

The two adults were sitting on the couch books hastily placed on the side table suggested that they had been reading just before she came in and seeing the crayons scattered over the floor she guessed Scout was the one responsible for the colourful night sky crayon drawing on the chair opposite. "Good afternoon ma'am, how may we help you this fine day." Started the man pushing his glasses up his nose "my name is Hernando and this is my wife Lauren, I see you've already met Scout who has just gone to get her other siblings." Aurora smiled at the couple who still seemed slightly uneasy. "No need to worry too much and thank you for allowing me to visit you on this fine day. I am professor Aurora Sinistra, I teach Astronomy at Hogwarts and I'm here to talk to you about your eldest son Dean's recent acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I know this may come as a bit of a shock, knowing that our world co-exists with yours but let me tell you we are not very different to one another and nothing about your son is going to change because of this."

At this point in time, Scout came trotting back into the room leading Tea, Emily, and dean at the back. Lauren seemed to snap out of her silence "Aurora, I hope it's okay to call you that" she paused trying to gauge the witches' reaction before noticing her nod visibly relaxing and continuing on. "This is Scout whom you've already met she's six then this" pointing to a little girl who looked around four years old "is Emily and this little ragamuffin here is Teagan or Tea as we all call her." They all smiled at the professor and she smiled back. There was a moment of silence just as Hernando was about to offer to make tea there was a slight thud and an indignant hoot. Dean chuckled "she never sees the glass door even though there is an open window right next to it she always tries the door" he shook his head in a joking fashion before turning to open the door the tawny owl fluffed her feathers indignantly before seeming to glare at the glass door and settling on Dean's shoulder. Aurora smiled "I'm glad Amanita has found a good home, she never really fitted in with the other postage owls at Hogwarts." Dean looked at her, 'its real?' He thought 'this isn't some kind of elaborate joke?' He shook himself out of his thoughts just as his mum asked the girls to go and play in Em and Tea's shared bedroom. They trooped out of the room and Dean turned back in as his dad came in with a tray of tea. "So this isn't a joke planned by one of my friends?" He questioned and the professor chuckled shaking her head and taking a sip of her tea before starting to explain.

All in all the visit took over three hours and Aurora ended up staying for dinner much to the delight of the three younger girls who seemed to have fallen in love with her and her stick that was holstered to her belt. They were given the address for the shops in London and told to ask the bartender how to get in, as well as being given a ticket for the Hogwarts Express on platform 9 and 3/4 which made Dean's parents laugh saying they had been there many times and never seen such a platform. But a weekend was planned so the shopping could be done as slowly as needed and Dean went to be that night more excited than he had ever been in his life.

Chapter 2 here!!

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Calling (5)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

Chapter Five - The Dating Game

You paced as you tried to process this new information. Bucky hated you, you were absolutely sure of that. He’d hadn’t shown any signs of being attracted to you before yet he had said your name in the throes of passion. That had to mean something. After hours of pacing you came to the conclusion that while Bucky hated you there must be an underlying attraction he was keeping hidden, probably even from himself. In fact if you knew Bucky he was probably as shocked by what had happened as you were and he would be seriously regretting it. You felt a grim satisfaction at the idea of the mental reprimanding he was probably giving himself right now.

The question was, what did you do with this information? Oh you were going to use it against him, that was for certain. But how? If you told him you knew he would be mortified but that would be a quick victory. You didn’t want to waste this massive gift you had been given. You had to use this to torture him as much as possible. The corners of your lips curled up in slowly as you realised exactly what you had to do. You had to feed the hidden attraction he had to you, make it grow and Bucky would torture himself.

You had a plan of attack and you were taking Bucky Barnes down, once and for all.

Giddy with amusement at all that had happened that night and looking forward to the next morning you settled yourself into bed. You had never slept so soundly.

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Bucky squinted as the first rays of sunlight penetrated his room at Stark Tower. He hadn’t slept at all that night, hadn’t moved from his seat on the edge of the bed after the irate and embarrassed woman had told him to go fuck himself and stormed out. Bucky really couldn’t blame her. It had been going perfectly, she was interested and passionate, beautiful too. And before they had even began he had completely screwed it up.

In the heat of the moment, with his hands tangled in the womans hair and her hands on his thighs and her lips on his neck his brain was switched off and he had thrown his head back, the wrong name slipping unbidden from his mouth in a groan.

He hadn’t been thinking about her, hadn’t been picturing her at all. Or so he argued with himself but he must have been, why else would he have said her name? He wasn’t attracted to her at all, he despised the woman. He had said her name because Thor’s Asgardian liquor had muddled his mind, because he was still angry at her. Because he hated her. She was the last woman he would want to picture in such a compromising position, on her knees between his thighs, running her hands up his legs, her warm lips pressed into his neck.

He stood up quickly, shaking the mental image he had accidentally conjured from his mind. His heart was racing because of his rage, no other reason he assured himself. It wasn’t lust coursing through his veins, it was loathing. He repeated it to himself like a mantra all the way down to the gym where there was a punching bag to take his frustrations out on.

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You were well rested but anxious. Morning had brought about the realization that there was one gaping flaw in your plan.

Flirting wasn’t your strong suit. You had a very limited range of experiences in that area. One experience to be precise. It had been a lab assistant on one of the lower floors who’s coffee you had caught before he had dropped it on the floor.

He had stammered and thanked you, blushing adorably. You quickly realised that every time you smiled at him he blushed and you went out of your way every day to find a way to his floor to smile and say hello, once you had casually winked at him and his heart had started beating so fast your enhanced hearing had picked up on it. You hadn’t realised at the time you were flirting with him, it hadn’t been intentional. Only when Pepper pointed out what you were doing did you figure it out and had panicked, avoiding that floor from then on.

You mulled it over in the shower, mentally working your way through any possible options. You could ask Natasha for advice but she would want to know who you planned on flirting with. Darcy and Wanda were out for the same reason. Pepper was an option but if she told Tony… No, Pepper was out.

You apprehensively googled “flirting techniques” on your phone with one hand while you towel dried your hair but that was as unhelpful and disturbing as you had feared. You absent-mindedly pulled on one of the t-shirts you had pilfered from Sam and sat cross legged on the end of your bed as you tried to think of some way to subtly seduce a man you despised. You just weren’t great at this sort of thing, you were raised to be a weapon of mass destruction not a femme fatale.

Maybe the lack of experience was part of the problem, maybe you needed to actually get some real world experience. Maybe you should start dating. But did you want that?

Pepper and Tony completed each other, they made each other happier. You already had so much love in your life, you didn’t think you were lacking. Still, there was no set limit on how much love a heart could hold. Not to mention what the woman in the elevator had said last night about meaningless flings. You didn’t know if you were a fling kind of girl or a romantic one. It was a side of yourself you hadn’t had the chance to explore.

A bubble of excitement grew in your chest as you considered it, really considered it. You weren’t a weapon of mass destruction any more, you were just a girl. And you wanted to date. You were doing this. This wasn’t just about Bucky any more, it was about you. Finding new ways to piss of the metal armed asshole was just a bonus.

Decision made you sent out a group text to Pepper, Natasha, Wanda and Darcy. You still didn’t know exactly how to do this so you needed to recruit some help.

Your phone dinged and you picked it up to see a text from Pepper, suggesting that you got some shopping in before you left the city for the compound. Wanda, Natasha and Darcy were all in. You weren’t quite sure how shopping was going to help but you agreed none the less. They after all were the experts.

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One hour later and several galleons of coffee later the five of you entered a large outlet store. Natasha and Pepper had decided you would start from the cheaper, larger stores and work your way up. Darcy and Wanda were too hungover to disagree even if they wanted to and you had no experience to base an opinion on.

You veered off into The Avengers merch section with an excited grin. They had shirts for every single member of the team and you grabbed one of each, instinctively passing over the black and silver winter soldier one. Then you paused. This was perfect, this was exactly the kind of thing you needed to get under Bucky’s skin. With an internal evil cackle you hunted down every piece of Winter Soldier clothing you could find and triumphantly threw them into your basket, hiding them under a Captain America onesie lest the girls question your sudden desire buy Bucky merchandise. Satisfied with your finds you wandered off to find the rest of your group with a skip in your step.

“What did you find Kotenok?” Natasha asked, peering into your basket and chuckling at seeing the fuzzy pyjama version of Steve’s suit.

“I’m sure Cap will love that.” She remarked.

You shrugged and gave her your best innocent face as she dumped a pile of dark, skimpy, tight looking clothes in your basket. You knew better than to question her about it and went along with the Russian redhead. If anyone knew sexy, it was Natasha.

Darcy’s contributions were far more questionable as she bounded round the corner, her arms piled high with far more pairs of underwear than any human needed and she dumped them in your basket (which was now overflowing) with a large grin.

“Should I be concerned about you enthusiasm for choosing my panties?” You asked her.

“Hey! I am offended by your implication that I will be trying to guess what pair you are wearing under your clothes from now on!” She gasped, hand on her chest in mock outrage.

Before you had the chance to dive into that whole mess your attention was diverted by Wanda coming over and forcibly grabbing your face so she could hold up two lipstick tubes to your mouth. Nodding to herself she released you without a word and walked back the way she came.

This was not what you had expected when you told them you were ready to try dating but you had to admit, you were incredibly touched by how seriously they were taking this.

Several hours and many stores later you were all laden down with an obscene amount of bags as you tried to figure out a way to fit them into the cars. One intense game of bag Tetris later you were all piled into the vehicles and on your way to the restaurant Pepper had suggested for lunch.

It was a fancy place, as expected but discreet. You were all led to a private table in the back where you settled in as Pepper ordered your drinks. As soon as the waitress left four pairs of eyes pinned you down with the same intensity and you squirmed uncomfortably in your seat.

“What?” You demanded in a very nervous squeak.

“So who’s the guy? Or gal?” Darcy asked, propping her chin on her hand and smirking at you across the table.

“What Darcy means to ask is if there is someone in specific you are hoping to date.” Pepper clarified.

The four women leaned in as you opened your mouth to answer.

“No.”

You frowned, you hadn’t spoke. Natasha had.

“There’s nobody yet. This is just the next step in taking control of her life. Isn’t it Kotonk?” Natasha said.

You nodded meekly, letting her take the lead on this. The less you said the better.

“Ok that’s great news. That means we can help you find somebody. Do you have a Tindr profile?” Darcy asked.

“What’s a Tindr profile?” You enquired with a frown.

“Do you have a type, what makes someone attractive to you?” Wanda prodded.

“Oh yeah good question, we need to know what exactly we’re looking for here.” Darcy agreed.

You told your drink from the waitress and started gulping it down, you were starting to get overwhelmed. You looked to Natasha and Pepper for assistance but they both had their eyes on their laps as Darcy started talking about birth control.

“Alright, done.” Natasha stated, placing her phone down on the table.

“Beg your pardon?” You responded.

“Your date will pick you up tonight at seven. It’s a guy I know from S.H.I.E.L.D. Very sweet, handsome, interesting. You’ll adore him.” Natasha told you.

Darcy gaped at her and Wanda giggled. You just blinked rapidly trying to get your brain to engage. Pepper placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You said you wanted this but you can change your mind at any time sweetheart. That being said, the longer you leave it, the more you’ll work yourself up over it. Happy is going to be your driver for the evening and he will be close by if you want to leave at any time.” Pepper assured you.

You looked around the table at everyone’s speculating but kind gazes. If you backed out now then they would drop it, no questions asked. You swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I’m in.” You told them.

“Wonderful, now that’s sorted what are we thinking for lunch? I’ll be getting the salmon.” Pepper said, passing you over your menu.

It was sorted. You were going on a date. Tonight. For the first time. Tonight. Your first ever date. Tonight. Pushing your nerves down you glanced at the menu, a small smile gracing your lips as amongst the nerves flickers of excitement grew.

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The women had prepared you as best they could, now it was all up to you. You paced nervously, trying to break in the heels as Natasha and Wanda watched you with amusement. Darcy had been deployed to keep Sam away and Pepper was distracting Tony. You did not need either of the over protective men in your life making this more stressful by threatening your date. Pepper had insisted that Natasha and Wanda take photo’s before you left though.

“I’m going to throw up, oh god.” You muttered to yourself as you paced.

Wanda snickered at you.

“You’ll be fine, your date is a nice guy. He’ll make sure you have a good time.” Natasha promised.

“Why won’t you tell me more about him? I have no idea what to expect from whoever is going to be on the other side of that door. It’s freaking me out!” You shrieked.

“We can see that.” Wanda giggled.

“I hate you both.” You grumbled.

“No you don’t.” They said in unison.

Knock Knock Knock. You jumped about a foot in the air and ran towards the door, reaching it turning around and running back to Natasha and Wanda.

“What do I do?” You hissed in a panic.

“I believe you know how to open a door.” Natasha said, getting up and gently pushing you towards it.

You wrung your hands together and smoothed your dress down, licking your dry lips you approached the door and with a deep breath swung it open.

“Oh hey Steve. What’s up?” You asked.

The Captain smiled shyly at you and held out a bouquet of flowers. "You look absolutley beautiful." He told you. Your eyes took him in and you realised he was wearing a suit. Not a lets go kill nazi’s suit, a lets go to a fancy restaurant suit. You gasped loudly and your jaw hung open.

“Wha? Huh? I… What?” You stammered in shock.

Natasha laughed softly from behind you and put her hands on your shoulders, spinning you round to face her. You saw Wanda shaking with mirth behind her as you tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Listen to me Kotonok, we wouldn’t send you out with some stranger for your first ever date. You have never done anything like this, we aren’t going to send you out into the world with no idea what to expect. Steve is the biggest gentleman in the world, he’s going to take you to dinner and show you exactly how you deserve to be treated when you do find someone you want to go on a date with. Granted he doesn’t have much more experience than you at this but he will look after you.” Natasha explained.

“But me, Steve...” You protested.

“It’s just a practice date. And this way, your first date will always have been with someone you care about.” Natasha said.

You turned to look at Steve. His cheeks were tinged with pink and he looked nervous but smiled at you encouragingly.

“There’s nothing romantic here doll, but as your friend I would be honoured if you would let me take you out tonight.” He said earnestly.

And just like that the nervous bubble in your stomach popped. You knew Steve, you trusted Steve. There really was no one better to have your first date with, even if it was just a platonic date. You smiled happily as you realised what everyone had done for you. They had found the best way to catapult you into dating while making sure you were safe and comfortable. You reached out and accepted the flowers from Steve.

“I would love nothing more Cap.” You told him.

Wanda clapped excitedly and jumped up with her phone.

“Pictures to document the occasion, Peppers orders!” She exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes as Natasha pushed you into place next to Steve, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and squeezed.

“You wanna stop this, just say the word.” He assured you.

“Think of Tony’s face when he sees these pictures. His girl, dating Steve.” Natasha pointed out.

Everyone laughed at the mental image and Wanda took the photo at that exact moment, capturing you laughing happily in Steve’s embrace as he looked down at you with a large smile lighting up his face.

Steve quickly ushered you out of the door, offering you his arm and leading you onwards to your date. You accepted easily and happily as you made your way down to the lobby, arm in arm with your friend and feeling extremely lucky to know these people.

In your room Natasha turned to Wanda.

“Make sure and send that to the whole team.” She told her with a scheming grin.

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Bucky was moping, there was no other word for it. He was tired, he had worked out nearly all day. It hadn’t managed to relieve any of the frustration he was feeling. Steve had informed him he had a date and dissapered, refusing to answer any questions and Sam had been dragged to the media room to watch some comedy with Sam so Bucky was alone with his thoughts. The only small blessing was that he had managed to avoid the newly appointed Stark all day.

Bucky frowned in curiosity when his phone dinged with a text from Wanda. She didn’t normally text him all that often, they were usually in the same building. He opened the message and sat up in confusion and shock. It was a photo of you, all dolled up and laughing, tucked in at Steve’s side, his arm around you. He looked at the caption and his breath caught in his chest. “Off on their first date.” Bucky’s metal hand contracted around the phone and the screen cracked under the pressure.

What. The. Fuck.

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I am so sorry, this is just absolute filthy cheesy fluff. I am filled with self loathing.

@dugan365 @fluffeh-kitty @memanda17 @krystallynx @theonelittleone @piscesbarnes @free-as-fishes @tarastudiesalot @captainamericasbeard @buckybearbabe98

[vulpinmusings]

Ski’tar and Friends part 20: Show Stoppers of Songbird

This week, Ski’tar, Vemir, and 6 attend the biggest concert event of the year.

Part one Previously Archive

Following our mission to Apostae, we took a couple of days to rest and restock. Vemir decided to get a prosthetic arm to replace the one he’d been missing since before we first met.  As he was showing it off to us, we received a rare surprise: actual physical mail.  There was an envelope of each of us, and inside were invitations to join Zigvigix in attending a Strawberry Machine-cake concert, one of the biggest entertainment events of the Pact-year.  Since it would be a nice change of pace, and because Vemir is a massive closeted fan of the band (he was trying too hard not to look interested through the whole event), we decided to accept the offer.

Our hopes for a relaxing day of no trouble were dashed the morning of the concert, when Historia-7 commed us for a last-minute mission.  By happenstance, Historia had tracked one of the mystery people hiding behind Arch-energy Consortium to a private villa attached to Songbird Station, the very venue where SMC was performing.  Since Vemir, 6, and I were going to be in the area anyway, Hisroria wanted us to hunt down the man and grill him for everything he knows, and to do so without letting Ziggy know about it.  It seems our Shirren friend’s depression over the Scored Stars incident has interacted poorly with some augments he has and put him at a high risk for a stroke if he were to get too stressed by, say, his favorite band’s concert being ruined by shenanigans.

I was very close to refusing to work on a “vacation,” but my friends just agreed to the task and I wasn’t about to leave them hanging.

Songbird Station is built out of an asteroid and probably had a past life as some sort of temple, given the slap-dash way the technology was set up behind the scenes.  But I’m getting ahead of myself.  As our shuttle was making its final approach, Ziggy showed us a hologram of the friends he’d lost at Scored Stars and revealed his desire to ask Strawberry Machine-cake to put on a public tribute of sorts for them after the show.

The lobby was packed with beings of all descriptions, creating a living sea of pink and red, loud music, and spontaneous dance parties. After making sure Ziggy was properly distracted by the fan activities, 6, Vemir, and I held a quick conference to decide how to go about locating our target, Lansio.  I hacked a computer to see if he was on some sort of guest list, but came up empty, so we tried to find someone official-looking to ask.  We chose a harried-looking security guard who was posted by the door to the maintenance and station power area, but as we tried to make our way over we got caught up in a dance mob. Well, 6 and I got caught in it.  In the name of maintaining cover, we bowed to the mob’s pressure and danced for a bit.  Well, 6 danced and won himself a t-shirt. I tripped over myself.

You’d think an Ysoki would be more naturally agile than an android…

There was another momentary detour as I bumped into a tele-view done with a misaligned balance gyro and felt compelled to fix it for the sake of the Ysoki using it to attend the concert remotely.  He transferred me some credits for my trouble, so that was a nice bonus.

We reached the security guard as he was arguing with a couple of lashunta about needing to apply pacification mods to their weapons. When the lashunta left, Vemir went up and offered up his sniper rifle for pacification, and 6 and I followed suit with Sixer’s sword and my laspistol.  Having thus charmed our way into the guard’s good graces, we asked him if he knew Lansio.  He told us Lansio had a villa in the residential section, but didn’t know if he was home.

Right then, the power went out for a couple seconds.  When asked, the guard told us that had been happening intermittently in the last few hours and no technicians had gone to check on it yet.  Concerned about Ziggy’s health and remembering a similar problem from Elytrio, I convinced the guard to let us into the maintenance area to check the station’s power generator.

After heading through a hallway thick with wires that had been strung onto the walls and ceiling, we entered the reactor room to find three strange, pale figures that were glowing and seemed to have only a passing familiarity with the concept of materiality.  For lack of a better identifier, I termed them “Gremlins” for their child-like but innately destructive nature.  They were clustered around the reactor, chattering among themselves, until 6 got their attention. They spoke of the reactor as if it were an egg about to hatch, and then one of them came up and poked me.  Its finger phased into my chest and I felt something in me change in a most unpleasant way.

I flipped out and shot the gremlin.  While my laspistol had been pacified, it still somehow set the thing on fire.  It laughed as if being tickled, and its two buddies started to advance on Sixer and Vemir, curious what would happen if they got touched.

We weren’t going to have any of that, of course, but defending ourselves proved difficult because the gremlins kept phasing through things and easily reforming from being sliced or shot through. Toosie managed to hold the first Gremlin’s attention away from me and whatever had changed in me decided to pop out and off me, but Vemir got mutated twice – first with some kind of external and very stinky gland and later with a second set of eyes – and Sixer’s hand was changed into a bio-mechanical claw.  The scuffle only ended when one of the Gremlins got the idea of jumping into the reactor and 6 seized the controls to keep the power stable.  That gremlin wound up evaporating, and the other two quickly surrendered when I told Toosie to try dragging one of them to the reactor.

The gremlins promised to stop playing around, but said the reactor had already been messed with by someone else and was building up to something.  I took over the controls from 6 and took a look at the code.  I found a foreign algorithm, but I couldn’t make much sense of it because it involved a lot of magic.  What I did manage to decipher revealed a process to vent the atmosphere out of the villa owned by Lansio.

Vemir cut the stinky gland off of himself, but couldn’t do anything about his new eyes despite them being so light-sensitive that he was effectively blind.  We guided him back out to the lobby and over to the gift-shop area to buy a bandanna to cover the eyes.  We then forded the sea of fans to reach the entrance to the private villa section.  Vemir had to shove off an over-enthusiastic collector of SMC merch and I was waylaid by another dance mob and, rather make a further fool of myself, I had Toosie bull through the crowd so I could continue walking.  Somebody found that to be a crime worthy of throwing a full can of soda at my head, but I shrugged it off.  Vemir then wound up playing taxi for three little snake-like girls for a bit and earned a crystal headdress for his trouble.

The door to the villa area was only blocked by a simple rope and nobody that we passed inside gave us more than a brief glance, so we had no trouble getting to Lansio’s address. Nobody answered my polite knock, but Vemir heard frantic movement inside, so we invited ourselves in.

Lansio was working hurriedly at a laptop, so 6 rushed up and threw him against the wall.  I moved up in the android’s wake and checked the computer, quickly determining that it had been rigged to explode.  As Toosie and Vemir came in and took up positions, an attack drone like the ones we’d fought and obtained from the bad weapons deal emerged from a hidden spot in the wall.

Lansio drew a cane-sword and tried to attack me, but I blocked the blow with my prosthetic arm and decided to take the laptop to a less busy part of the villa to disarm it.  Toosie and 6 busied themselves trying to subdue Lansio and get the wrist-watch I would need to finish my work, while Vemir tore the attack drone apart with his retractable wrist-spike.  In short order, Toosie got the watch for me, the drone was disabled, and 6 had thrown Lansio out the back door.  I disarmed the laptop’s explosive countermeasures, but the data it held had already been wiped.

6 started to drag Lansio back inside for questioning, until I reminded him that the place might still lose atmosphere at any moment.  Vemir handled most of the interrogation.  Lansio didn’t know anything about the malicious code and the only name he had for his boss was “the Benefactor,” but it was at least something.

We debated a bit about what to do with Lansio, weighing the risks of leaving him to alert his compatriots to what had occurred against the difficulty of getting him back to the Society without tipping Ziggy off to our mission.  Finally, we decided to kick the problem upstairs into Historia’s lap.  After we filled her in, she said she had some strings she could pull to have station security handle Lansio for us.  She also told us that the malcious magic-code had a degree of artificial intelligence and was trying to escape into the info-sphere.  It was currently contained inside the holographic projectors being used for Strawberry Machine-cake’s show, and so long as it was there we would be able to “kill” it by destroying the hologram that it would inhabit.

We rushed back to the theater area and used out Starfinder credentials to get backstage in the hopes of being able to deal with the evil hologram before the show began.  Unfortunately, according the band manager, there simply wasn’t time for that and the show simply could not be delayed.  Our only option was to battle the hologram on-stage as a pre-show performance, with SMC providing a musical back-drop.

It was the coliseum of Brilliance Station all over again, but there was no other option, so I accepted the holo-costume projectors given to me and walked out with Vemir and 6 to hopefully not make a complete fool of myself.  

The malicious code decided to take the form of a giant pink robot armed with a plasma sword and large rifle.  When the music started up, the thing struck a pose before engaging us, which was a nice touch.

I opened with a couple of grenades that bounced off and exploded harmlessly, while 6 landed a good shot with his frostbite rifle and Vemir sniped it in the head.  The hologram-bot reeled to the beat before momentarily shifting into a tank-like form and unleashing a shockwave of electricity that knocked Toosie over.

As my drone picked itself, up, Vemir and I moved to flank the bot while 6 hacked at it with his sword and got smacked by the large plasma sword in response.  Toosie and 6 then hacked at the bot’s feet until it fell to its knees, and Vemir blasted it with his arc pistol, to great effect.

In a desperate position, the hologram raised its rifle and fired in an arc that hit everyone but me, and the Vemir took it out with another arc pistol shot to the head.  The hologram exploded in a shower of sparks and a wave of electricity, and the lights went down as the music stopped.

After a moment to raise the audience’s tension, the lights came back up to reveal a large holographic image of Zigvigix’s lost friends, and Strawberry Machine-cake’s lead, Captain Carmine, came out to deliver a moving tribute to those Starfinders lost to Scored Stars. At this point, I figured that Historia had pulled a few more strings than she’d implied to us, for the sake of Ziggy.

Vemir, 6, and I were given an unprompted moment to say something, which we muddled through, and then we quickly got off the stage so the actual show could go on.

We made our way into the audience to join Zigvigix, gave him some vague explanations, and finally got to enjoy the show.

Afterward, the band gave us some of their merchandise along with some actually useful gifts.  We had to fend off some reporters looking for details of what had happened before we could get onto out shuttle and return to Absalom Station.

I complained a lot throughout this adventure, but looking back on it now, it wasn’t really that much of a headache.  At least, after putting aside the mutations caused by those gremlins.

[drews-diary]

My new laptop got delivered yesterday. So, in order to get myself used to the new keyboard that is much wider than the one I was using I have decided to tell a very detailed story on here about a few very small events. 

This is going to be a recollection of my past encounters with 5sos. And I do not recommend that anybody reads it because it is going to be incredibly detailed so that I am able to look back on those days. 

The first time I ever met 5sos was back in 2017 when they played at the Pentaport Rock Festival that was held in Songdo. They played a 50 minute set that started at six on the last day of the festival which was August 13th and it was a Sunday. 5sos landed in Korea on Friday though, and I went to see them at the airport. 

I was really really so fucking nervous to see them for the first time and I wasn’t even completely sure if I had the right flight info so things were kinda crazy. I remember that day bcuz my friends and I went to the movie theater to watch the 2017 version of Beauty and the Beast and we also took pictures in the mall’s photo booth that day. We were originally going to have dinner together too but I saw that luke had posted a story of him in what looked like an airplane so i apologized to my friends and I headed home so that I could make my way to the airport. I used the LAX and Incheon airport website to figure out what flight they were on and then started to get ready.I hadn’t written my letters in advance even though I had already bought their gifts so I wrote down a few lines for each member with shaking hands. I also wrote a longer letter that was addressed to the band as a whole where I wrote down a bunch of things that I really liked to do in Seoul should they get the chance. I don’t remember the specifics of what I wrote though, I wish I took pictures of what I said to them. I remember the flight was supposed to arrive around 9:40 pm that night so I left my house at around 7:30 pm. That was probably one of my first times ever skipping a meal because I did not have dinner that day. For their gifts I got Luke a set of temporary tattoos bc he didnt have any at the time and I thought it would be funny. I got Michael a mask that said 접근금지 which is basically do not approach bc I knew he was antisocial like me and maybe he could make use of it. I got Ashton a bandanna, which I knew he hadn’t worn since 2014 but in the summer of 2017 bandannas were a really big fad in South Korean fashion and I thought it was a really funny coincidence. And finally for Calum I got matching towels for him and Duke. I remember when they stepped out into the airport I couldn’t breathe. Like, I was quite literally shaking and I couldn’t even scream. I love all four of them but I knew who’s lane I was in so I made a beeline for Calum. I tried to wait patiently but honestly I was about to start hyperventilating and people were pushing me so I just made my way up to him and asked him to sign my iPod touch which was what I carried around with me at the time because I wasnt allowed to have a smartphone until I graduated high school. Honestly I wasn’t even able to say anything because I was so nervous I just handed him the iPod and the pen and he knew what to do. Either way he signed it for me and my hands were shaking the entire time I couldn’t believe it. It is still one of my most prized posessions. I handed him my gifts that I had put into this blue ryan (the lion) shopping bag and went “this is for you” honestly i was shaking so hard and looking back I am impressed that I was even able to get out those words. He looked at the gifts and then back at me and went 

“For me? Aww, thank you”

let me tell you I nearly fucking died. He said aww to me. CALUM HOOD. SAID AWW. TO ME. fuck. And then I forgot how to talk and somebody else butted in and pushed me out of the way so I didnt get to ask him for a picture. Once I regained my senses I somehow made my way back and got a selfie with him. I later put that photo into my portion of my school’s yearbook when I graduated so that everybody in our school was forced to have a copy. While we were taking the photo my right should slightly touched him and let me tell you that felt really weird. Not to be pervy, it was just something that happened. But then they had to leave and I followed them out to their van and waved until the van was out of sight. I took the subway home that day just like how I got to the airport. I was shaking during both rides out of either anticipation or disbelieve, the difference is that on the way home I cried a little bit. 

Two days later was the day of the festival. I am going to try to keep the other details shorter but I left really earlier. I was alone that day bc I decided I would rather not show others what I looked like during their performance. I left my house and I got to the festival grounds around nine, they started letting people in at ten. I immediately ran to the main stage where they would be performing later and six so that I could wait while holding onto the fence (of course I positioned myself so that I was right in front of where Calum would be standing). We had to wait in line again because we weren’t allowed in until twelve. That day I was wearing my waste the night shirt which is still one of my favorite pieces of merch with a pair of pink shorts. I starved the entire day that day and I also made sure not to drink anything so that I wouldn’t have to go to the bathroom. I instead took 에이스 which is a type of really high calorie cracker so that I wouldn’t pass out. I also took 박카스 (a small version of energy drink) so that I could take one right before the performance to enjoy the show to the full extent. Around one o’clock bands started to play and I cheered them on with the rest of the crowd because honestly they weren’t bad and I do enjoy music festivals as a whole. But I made sure not to jump around to save up my energy. After a few bands had played, I would say around 3ish maybe the staff were getting the stage ready for the next performers and I was sitting with my back against the fence when somebody tapped my shoulder. 

When I turned around there was this lady and her friend who looked to be in their early twenties (I was seventeen at the time) and she asked me if I liked 5sos, I bet she could tell from my shirt. I told her I loved them and she said she thinks that some guy who was watching the stage from afar was Ashton, as in the drummer and that I should go and say hi. Honestly, this is one of the things that I regret most in my life, I was so surprised I forgot to thank her. I just said “really?” and then grabbed my selfie stick with my ipod attached and I ran off. Thinking back that was so rude of me this woman literally went out of her way to help me and I just ran on her. Ugh, I still think about this sometimes.

Anyways so there I was running and he was looking at the crowd waiting in front of the stage. I would say he was at about a 4? 5ish o’clock angle from the stage. When I approached him I saw that it really was Ashton and he had a body guard next to him, it wasn’t dave. The guard seemed to get wary as I approached but Ashton stepped up first and said hello to me. I am literally about to cry just remembering. I was so fucking nervous. He was wearing the white and black checkered shirt he wore on stage that day. He didn’t have his sunglasses on. Back to what happened, shit i’m shaking rn just remembering fuck. He smiled and said hello to me in a really friendly, approachable way. I was timid as fuck and so nervous so I whispered hi back. He laughed and said hi again and myself being the dumbass I am I said hi again too. This back and forth exchange of hi’s happened about four or five times, each time with ashton smiling bigger than the last and me getting closer and closer to tears just because I was so overwhelmed. Finally he busted out laughing and said “you are so adorable”

ashton. ashton irwin. ashton called me adorable. fuck. I think it was around this point that I forgot how to breathe. I spat out how much I love the band and their music. I was totally blubbering and making a mess out of myself. I was approaching tears at that moment but they hadn’t fallen yet and it was at this point that as he was thanking me and called me adorable a second time (!!) (he said something like “you are too adorable” ohmyfuckinggod), ashton went in for a hug. Whether it would have been a side hug or a full hug I will never know because I was too nervous and overwhelmed to notice. I only realized that he was going to hug me after we had parted ways. I still kick myself to this day. I should have let him hug me fuck. either way he opened up his right arm for me to step in but I didn’t move BECAUSE I DIDNT NOTICE. COME ON BITCH UGH FUCK. either way he just smiled, laughed and thanked me. I honestly wasn’t in my right mind. I told him that I went to see them at the airport but I knew he wouldn’t remember me so I just kept talking. The next thing I said to him was so fucking... ugh. I literally went “Michael is soo hot. Like, I knew he was hot but when I saw him at the airport I was so surprised because he was so much hotter than I thought he was going to be” fuck.

This is true. Personally I find all four of the boys really attractive but it’s true that people in the fandom even back then would call michael the ugly one. The reason I felt strong enough about this to say to Ashton was because when I went to the airport and saw them all in person for the first time, the other three pretty much looked exactly how I thought they would. They looked the same as when I saw them through the screen. But Michael, honestly he looked so much better in person. I dont know how to say it, but he was just one of those people who the camera never did justice. Everybody else was amazingly hot, just like they are on screen, but Michael honestly looked so much better in person. To be fair, I was shocked, and I felt really bad for him because he gets so much hate online for being “ugly” when that was far from the case.

Back to when I met Ashton. I hadn’t expected this meeting to happen, you know, so I had no idea what to say and the comment about michael being hot literally just flew out of my mouth. I didn’t have time to think okay I was totally put on the spot and I was just, I’m just surprised I didn’t faint. Thankfully, he busted out laughing again, and I got to hear that fucking beautiful laugh. The security guard cracked a smile at that one too. I am honestly still so embarrassed about this ugh what did i do. Either way, Ashton laughed at what I said and then told me he would make sure to tell Michael. It was at this point that I figured I had overstayed my welcome. I hadn’t realized it at first because I was too excited about the opportunity to meet him but I felt like I was taking up too much of his time. He probably just wanted to get a look at the stage and here I was, a crazy fan barely breathing, probably red in the face telling him how much I love him and how hot I thought his band member is. Fuck, it’s still humiliating to this day. At least he probably won’t remember it. So i’m the only one left with the embarrassing memory. And here I am writing it all down so that I never forget. 

I quickly asked him if he could tell Calum that I love him. He didn’t hear me at first and said “huh?” I repeated myself and he said he would. And I know that that was incredibly cringey of me but fuck it I said what I said. It was true and it is still true. Honestly, if I ran into Ashton in the streets tomorrow, I would still ask him to tell Calum that I love him because that is just how true that statement is. I then told him that I would be going. I remember mumbling something like “I don’t want to bother you” At this point I still couldn’t properly breathe. He said something along the lines of “oh no, you’re not bothering me” but I knew better and said “no, it’s okay.” And that’s how the interaction ended. I told him I hoped he had a good time in South Korea and I walked back to the stage where I had placed my bag to save my spot. I looked back a couple of times while I was walking and he waved, which I of course had to wave back to. Once I got to my spot I spent a few minutes trying to breathe. When I looked back to where he was he and the body guard were gone. 

A few things about this interaction. First, something I feel absolutely horrible about is that I never told him that I love him. I know it probably doesn’t matter because he’s Ashton Irwin and I’m just a fan but still. I told him how much I love his band and their music and his bandmates, fuck I even asked him to pass along the message to Calum that I love him yet I didn’t tell him that he is also somebody that I love so, so, so fucking much. I still feel so horrible about this to this day I regret it so much. This is what happens when people who are not good at talking to others are suddenly put into a conversation, they forget everything that they want to say, everything that they mean and that they should say and instead just spit out bullshit like omg ur bandmate is so much better looking in person honestly what the fuck drew. that was honestly unintentionally so rude of me. I FORGOT TO TELL HIM THAT I LOVE HIM. I FORGOT TO TELL SOMEONE I LOVE WITH ABSOLUTELY MY ENTIRE HEART THAT I LOVE HIM!! honestly what is the matter with me.

The second thing i wanted to add in is the fact that I didn’t get a picture. When I ran towards him it was with my selfie stick and iPod in hand, but I made sure to keep it down in case he didn’t want to take pictures because while we were in a public setting this still wasn’t work time for him and I didn’t want to ask him to take a picture with me if he didn’t want to. And while he didn’t directly say no pictures he had to have noticed my selfie stick but he didn’t say anything that implied he was cool with taking pictures right now so I just didn’t ask. I thought it would be a long shot too but I still took it just in case. I told myself as I was walking up to him that unless he brought it up first I wouldn’t ask for a picture so I am completely fine with what happened. I still think I pretty much intruded on his private time so I didn’t want to force him to do anything. 

I still feel really bad that I didn’t get to thank that amazing nice lady who let me know that Ashton was there. Fuck, I looked around for her afterwards and I think I caught a glimpse of her at some point in the crowd but when I got to where she was she was already gone. I wish I could say thank you even now. Honestly, I must have seemed so rude from her point of view. I just was so overwhelmed and I wasn’t thinking properly and I feel so bad to this day. I don’t remember what she was wearing and if I saw her walking along the street I probably couldn’t recognize her but I still am so sorry and sooo thankful. 

The performance that day was the first time I saw 5sos live. Actually, it was the only time so far but I hope that changes soon and I get to see them again when this whole pandemic is over. It was absolutely amazing. I don’t even know how to put it into words. It was just everything I had ever hoped for and more. I took videos the entire time with the limited equipment that I had. I supplied videos that day to 5sos stan twitter update accounts. It was a good time. I think that performance, the 50-minute set was one of the happiest moments of my life. not joking. 

This ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be. But that’s okay. I’m probably going to be the only one to ever read it anyways and the fact that it’s long means that it’s detailed right? It probably just means that I monologued a shit-ton. The purpose of this blog is for it to be my diary anyways so who cares. 

But still, shit this ended up being pretty long. I guess I’ll have to write about my encounters with 5sos that happened in 2018 and 2019 some other time. Probably after finals, which I am procrastinating from studying for right now. 

Also, I wrote the beginning of this sometime in January I think but it is currently June so yeah that sure says a lot about me I guess. Hopefully, I’ll write again soon bc i sure do have a lot of fucking shit to say.

This has been an entry about the two encounters that I had with 5 seconds of summer back in 2017. I know shit’s pretty bad these days and the fandom is basically on fire constantly but I still wanted to write down the good memories that I have. Hopefully I’ll come back soon to write about the times I saw them in 2018 and 2019. I hope I get to see them this year too, but that’s probably not going to happen. I’ll also come back and add details about these incidents when I remember them later on. I want this to be as detailed as possible so that I can come back and read this again and remember everything. I’m not sick, I just have a bad memory. Better come quick to record what happened the other times I met 5sos before I lose the memories. 

[sierrabinondo]

woodland creatures tour - day 7 (greensboro)

normally i feel very weird about sleeping over people’s houses, just in general??? you know what i mean? sometimes you just can’t get comfortable because you’re not in your own bed, not because of where you are or who you’re with. on tour i’m so fucking exhausted and so comfortable with living like i’m a backpacker that it’s all just normal to me. like a brat i located the couch and crawled up onto it while everyone else took an air mattress. i would have slept on an air mattress but we couldn’t fit one lmao. 

i automatically woke up at like 8:30 and couldn’t fall back asleep, so i got up and started getting ready. tour has also made me skilled at being able to freshen up and do my makeup in the crevice of any house, hotel, car, you name it. i try not to make noise but inevitably everyone heard me and slowly woke up one by one. the door was unlocked so i started to pack whatever i could into the van. god, it was so beautiful out. though we were in the south, and the temperature was still pretty high day-to-day, at this moment it just felt like the most beautiful fall weather. we managed to get out of the house at 9:30 am, which we were aiming for. james’ roommate, who was leaving for work, kindly wished us well as we packed up the van to head out. we unfortunately missed james so i shot him a text. 

the day before, taylor and i coordinated a group outing to the greensboro science center, which was a museum, zoo and aquarium all in one. for the price of $12 per person, since we were a group!!! incredible! before heading to greensboro, which would be our shortest drive all of tour (an hour and a half!), we hit starbucks and panera again. when we pulled up to the panera it was in a shopping plaza with people lined up waiting for like... verizon to open???? so bizarre. 

i desperately needed to hunker down and get some work done before we hit the road, for the most part my phone was providing reliable wifi but i had a time sensitive task that needed to be completed. once that was done we hit the road. we arrived to the science center and once pulses. showed up, we headed in. the science center was so sick. we started our trek around the building at like 1, and penguin feeding was at 3:30. but with so much exploring to do, we knew we’d be able to kill two hours and a half easily. 

we started with the zoo portion a

nd saw a lot of cool animals. they had a lot of atypical mammals you don’t always see at zoos. what they DID have was R E D  P A N D A S, and theY WERE AWAKE. back at home we have the cape may zoo which is soooooo sick, i love going there, but their red pandas are always sleeping. i literally cried because the red pandas at this exhibit were so much closer, and they were romping around their lil home. the one red panda hopped off its perch and CAME TO THE WINDOW TO SAY HELLO IT JUMPED UP RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. i definitely made a fool of myself getting loudly emotional but i didn’t care in the slightest. my entire life was made. we also saw an owl at the barn where the petting zoo was!!!

we were all laughing so fucking hard cracking jokes at every exhibit. it felt like an adult school field trip hahaha. i was having so much fun. it was nice to enjoy something together and not be stuck in a van in a rush to get somewhere. the outdoor area tuckered us out pretty badly from being in the heat, so it was nice to get back inside to go check out the aquarium in the air-conditioned building. the aquarium was pretty sick, there was a tank that was home to the biggest octopus i have ever seen in person. i was most interested in the otters and penguins, to be honest. we also hit the touch tank which was sick, except i had to soak my entire fucking arm just to maybe get a crumb of attention from a sting ray. they were swimming everywhere but where i planted myself. 

after going through the aquarium, we still had some time to kill before the penguin feeding at 3:30 pm. we hit the gift shop, where they had red panda and barn owl plushes. what a coincidence, both our tour mascots!! i’m a sucker for stuffed animals so of course i bought one. taylor bought an owl for pulses. so now we both had FRIENDS to represent our bands. we went downstairs to go check out the snakes and lizards. not as exciting for me, but still sick. we were going to hit the museum part finally, but it was 3:20 so we figured might as well head over to the penguins. it was worth the wait. there was a penguin named gojira haha

it turned out that there was enough time for us to get food together before the show. jaime found a restaurant named pastabilities, it was a sit-down but you could make your own pasta dish chipotle-style???? so i got chickpea pasta with chicken, sundried tomatoes, spinach and mushrooms. sooooooooooooooooooo good. i wasn’t going to get pasta because i was going to try to be a healthy guy but ugh what the fuck ever. i love pasta. i’m not going to rob myself of pasta opportunities!!!! we had another really wonderful meal together as a tour package. i guess because we were the biggest group and you could hear us talking loudly about tour the staff figured out we were musicians. the manager came over and started asking who played what haha. 

after a delicious early dinner, we drove to our hotel for check-in so that we could drop our personal bags. pulses. followed us because they were just driving home after the show later, and waited in the parking lot until they could head to the venue. i forget the name of the hotel we stayed at but the people in there were super suspect, and projecting those vibes FOR sure. taylor said she thinks she saw a guy walking around with a burner phone as a car was slowly driving in circles around the parking lot. i’m like great, last thing we need is another scary motel. our stuff ended up being fine though, it was one of the better spots we stayed at. 

pulses. awaited us at the venue and we arrived a little after load-in started. it was super quiet when we showed up, we set up quickly and waited around. the house we played, ice house, was huge. so much more massive than houses in new brunswick where students in jersey host shows, mostly. there was so much room to move around and sit, it was nice. at first it seemed like not many people were inside, but then you go outside and there’s DOZENS of kids hanging out drinking. eventually more and more people came inside to watch the bands too. glow and terms x conditions were great! 

for all of us, it had been a weird afternoon, but we did our best to be positive and just rip our set(s) as best as we could. and the change in attitude paid off! both our bands received awesome crowd response from the people who attended. it was awesome to see people jamming out and genuinely having a good time. also uh a fight broke out during our set??? insane. there was a kid trying to take down everyone, like just to the ground lmao, and when he tried to do it to david he put in a chokehold. and david grabbed his arm and was just like, STOP. i made everyone stop playing until we sorted out that everything was all right. i had to play without my in-ears which sucked, in the past i have always struggled and tired myself out trying to sing loud enough over the monitors. so i just tried to listen carefully, sing carefully and trust myself. and joe said i hit some like bananas note during synapse that i haven’t been able to do since?? i remember going for it and it was fine, idk maybe it was actually BAD, but i will never know now haha. 

we didn’t sell merch, nor make a lot of money, but i think what counts as a successful show is when people receive you super well. leaving a positive first impression on somebody as a band is so important to me because that person could potentially go on to listen to us for a long time. i will say though, it’s important to try to help touring bands make money if you can, like legit anything. i know we’re small guys and we’re not worth much, but we travel so far from home. and this is the ONE time of year that we actually do need money to operate. i’ve run into people who don’t believe in this, or don’t understand. i guess it won’t be possible to make those people understand until it happens to them. it’s why we can only tour on vacation time and even then we deplete our funds. 

we sweat our fucking asses off playing the house because it had no AC, so nothing could feel more refreshing than loading out during a rainstorm. i wasn’t even mad that it was raining. it felt so amazing. normally i bug out during crazy storms, but the thunderstorm was lighting up the sky in an incredible display. it continued as we said our goodbyes to pulses. before they headed back to virginia late, and we made our way to sheetz for post-gig eats. i wasn’t going to pig out but i was feeling the munchies. sheetz doesn’t really have anything wawa doesn’t have except for the tacos, so i got some hard shell tacos that were absolutely banging. also wonderful, they had my favorite flavor of bon & viv (black cherry rosemary) so i grabbed that too. eating tacos and drinking late was NOT a smart move the night before we played our last show on tour, but boy did it feel like a nice TREAT after playing a fantastic show. 

[loo-cuz]

could you possibly write a vminkook?? where Jungkook is a tattoo artist and either tae or jimin is getting a tattoo from him?? -🐨

Vminkook Au! Where Jungkook is a tattoo artist and Vmin come into his tattoo shop to get a soulmate tattoo, they end up falling for the artist.

Jungkook was a decent tattoo artist. He trained five years, got his medical license at 19, worked in his hyungs shop for two years. It wasn’t like he was directly allowed to tattoo. At first he was only designing but he found that it was fun to sit in the corner of rooms with his headphones plugged in, thinking about what people would like to have tattooed on them, what would mean something to them before he brought it onto paper. Careful thoughts formed into artful sketches.

Jungkook didn’t do dirty, although tattooing wasn’t the most valued thing in Korea, and although he was often teased or even insulted on the street he didn’t do dirty shit.

The tattoo shop he worked in was registered, the location always hygienic, he made sure to keep it hygienic himself sometimes staying longer to clean his devices. Yes, his devices. The devices he got when he - after designing for probably six months tattooing his own skin, leather and skin of close friends -, was gifted by his friend stating that he was now ready to tattoo people. He had to do a final test which was tattooing his hyung himself. Sweat was running down his face while he was nervously biting his lip but he kept his hands steady and work precise. He managed.

When his first customer turned to be out his hyung’s, Namjoon’s boyfriend Seokjin who claimed to be his mom, he broke down into a nervous sweat yet again.

So it wasn’t unusual that he ended up cleaning his room on the day when two men walked in. Jungkook didn’t even hear the new customers coming in, only noticed them when his chef, Namjoon, came through the door, which wasn’t really a door but a curtain made out of fine braided textile that rang sweetly due to the little marked metal balls tied to the bottom, and spoke to him.

“Guk, there are customers who wanted to talk bout their design.”

He parted his gaze to pull of his gloves with which he’d been cleaning to throw them into the trash before nodding. Jungkook didn’t have to ask why he was being called for such an exercise when Namjoon clearly wasn’t busy. He was the leading drawer in their shop or more like the best one at bringing the words of others onto paper, into art.

It was something that he had found out in his first six months where he wasn’t allowed to do anything but designing and tattooing dead skin.

It was when customers came in to have a tattoo designed and Namjoon was busy, maybe three months in when he stood up anxiously to go talk to them.

It was his first time taking care of a customer and he shook a little while trying to get their words onto the paper but in the end, even with the little words that they offered, a remarkable drawing care out of Jungkook’s hand, a drawing that the customer loved.

They were autistic, Jungkook learned when they came back to get the tattoo a fidget ball clammed into one hand. But Jungkook only nodded understanding, not knowing how he should react. “At least people don’t judge you for talking little,” he said voicing his first thought out loud. It was probably politically incorrect, maybe even offending to some but the guy in front of him laughed. Jungkook didn’t talk much to him afterwards, only got to know his name Yoongi and his boyfriends name Hoseok when he came to pick him up later on. He was carrying a light smile on his lips and a book under his arm that had scribbled “the texture book” all over it. When Yoongi came out he took hold of Hoseok’s hand to smooth his thumb down the others skin over and over again but with a little more pressure than Jungkook had seen any other person do it.

He probably liked the pressure, Jungkook thought. And oh, Jungkook thought, maybe he didn’t only like it but maybe he needed it to calm from the happening, to calm from everything around him, maybe it was overwhelming. Jungkook didn’t know but he got to know more of it when he gave his card to Yoongi so he could call for another tattoo design if he wanted one. He got to know more when they became friends.

It actually wasn’t his most favoured feature, being able to put peoples words into art because well, it lead to him being in contact with a lot of people. Although he was good at understanding and drawing, he wasn’t good at well, people.

Now standing up he smoothed down his oversized white shirt, it was unusual for a tattoo artist to wear such a light color and not only because of the aesthetic. The ink could really get to such fabric but Jungkook never wanted to wear black constantly. He just couldn’t be bothered to do so.

Because hidden in his heart was still teenage Jungkook who loved graphic shirts, who wore merch all the time and knew the one piece title song by heart.

Deep in Jungkook was still a nerd as well as there was his emo teenage self listening to hard rock and metal, always wanting to have a fringe. He luckily never had one because his mom would not allow it but the idea still lingered in Jungkook’s mind. That bizarre mix of emo and nerd led to Jungkook’s current self although it felt more like a development than a compromise. As he grew up people started to call him out for not having any fashion sense, so instead of constantly wearing graphic shirts he opted for the thing he was most comfortable with. “Casual boyfriend look” is what Namjoon labeled him one time “casual-uncomfortable-idiot-not-caring-how-he looks-look” is what Namjoon’s boyfriend labeled him not five seconds later.

When Jungkook walked up to the front of the shop he saw two people who he could not have impressed with his style even if he would have tried. Because even if he would care more than he did all he knew where graphic shirts in the end.

One of them wore a striped shirt and a cap while the other just had clothes on that Jungkook would label as “outstanding” because guess what he wasn’t really good with words either. His words were art, art and music.

He could probably find a song that would describe that guys clothing but on times where he didn’t have time for that he went for an easier way to express himself, he thought of what Namjoon would say because Namjoon was one of the most eloquent people that he knew.

“Questioning fashion” or maybe “fighting labels” Jungkook thought. That’s what Namjoon would say.

The two guys looked up at him and one smiled kindly while the other remained motionless, his eyebrows drew together in the lightest way looking like he was analyzing Jungkook.

“Hello, what can I help you with?” he asked and already knew that he fucked up. He knew what he could help them with and they knew that he knew.

“I mean, I’m here to lead you to the seating area where we can design the tattoo.”

The smaller one chuckled while the face of the “fighting fashion” one improved from analyzing him into relaxation and a tiny smile. At least his shitty work seemed to be amusing to them.

Designing was quick work. They started talking staying superficial before getting into detail. And Jungkook drew and drew trying to catch onto the idea.

“A bird,” the smaller one said. “Or more like a baby chicken.”

He chuckled a tiny bit his hands clutched between his legs, Jungkook noticed.

“I thought you’d be judging me for that,” the guy mumbled.

But Jungkook shook his head. He was a professional, he didn’t do dirty, he didn’t do his customers dirty.

“And a fox.” At that Jungkook looked up. His fingers moved to draw a fox separately making it as big as half of the page he had space on.

“No, no, no,” one of them exclaimed. Or maybe it was both of them, Jungkook didn’t really know. But when he looked at them to understand the problem of the fox or maybe the chicken he had drawn, to understand why they were already so frustrated after only giving him two words he saw them looking at each other instead of him. Their gazes where locking without much care, without much force like a known experience. While the taller one had his eyebrows drawn together with frustration, the other one bit his lip. It almost felt like they were talking through their eyes when the guy with the striped shirt smiled lightly almost looking like he was reaching out to the other with just his eyes. And oh.

Oh, Jungkook thought.

That’s when he could finally see his mistake in what he had drawn, what he did that frustrated and probably hurt them so much and he moved to get to the next page completely abandoning the dirt drawing.

“Like this?” he asked once the rough sketching was done. The fox was still as big as before but now he was opening his mouth and out of it was peeking the little chicken.

They looked and chuckled.

“Now would you look at that, Tae?” the smaller one giggled.

“You carrying me around in your mouth to protect me would be a new level of possessiveness.”

The other guy groaned and Jungkook understood that this design was not the right one either but that he slowly crept closer.

His mistakes were difficult to understand for some. At first he had thought of the tattoos as two separate ones, now he thought the taller one was only taking care of the smaller one. But then Jungkook finally saw their glinting eyes and relieved smiles when he showed him his last rough sketch and managed to smile to himself because he caught their relationship in the right light. And he let his breath go, not even noticing that he had been holding onto it.

-

The tattoo date was only a week later but the pair came in a few days early, to ask something else.

“Hey,” the smaller one said. Simply, short.

“We wanted to ask for a favour.”

And Jungkook looked up from where he was currently drawing before gesturing them over.

“Tae isn’t quite good with pain, he kinda has an uh assistance dog-“

“No.”

The guy groaned.

“Please listen to me! He isn’t even a very hairy dog, and he doesn’t run around or shit. He could just sit on Tae or like curl up on the floor-“

“I said no. If you need something like that go to another tattoo shop, I do not do dirty unhygienic shit,” Jungkook said without an ounce of sympathy.

“Oh so that’s what it’s about?” The smaller one asked while the tall guy just shuffled around uncomfortably.

“We could totally clean the place up afterwards!”

Jungkook laughed, laying down his pencil and sketch book.

“That’s not what this is about, seriously. Dude you can’t do a hygienic tattoo with a dog around. That’s straight up just not clean. Getting fricking hair on the fresh ink could also just make it look like shit and I sure as hell won’t risk ruining my reputation or you leaving an asshole comment online because of me being kind. Nope.”

“Ah” said the smaller guy. And he began to smile like he knew how to solve this.

“I don’t think that hygiene is a problem because Yeontan can sit still on his torso while you tattoo his arm. He won’t move if we don’t tell him to so he really won’t dirty anything.”

Jungkook still didn’t look convinced.

“Oh please,” the small guy then sighed. “We’d be so thankful! We’ll pay you extra if it helps!”

And Jungkook sighed. He didn’t need the extra money, he just really didn’t want to be an asshole, so he nodded.

When they came in a few days later a tiny dog accompanied them. A Pomeranian, Jungkook’s loving heart screeched. As a child he was not only a nerd but also a huge dog loving person. So now that he saw one of them after so many years he just had to drop into a crouch to cradle the little guys head, with allowance of the customer of course, to give him an Eskimo kiss. The little guy didn’t mind just gave him a big lick in return.

Jungkook was actually surprised at how well behaved the dog was. He followed the tall guy and only the tall guy where Jungkook led them into his own room in the back. And as the guy laid down first the dog abruptly tried getting up to him. But before Jungkook could lift the little guy up the other guy already had him up his arm to lay him on top of the other.

Jungkook registered the tank top that the tall guy was wearing, so he doesn’t have to take of his shirt Jungkook understood.

He washed his hands and got his gloves, spraying his devices clean before starting. Jungkook he had the tattoo already drawn on “Tae’s” skin, just waited another few seconds to give the guy “Tae” time to change his mind. But he didn’t. He hurried his free hand into his dogs fur who made little noises under his breath as if to calm his owner but didn’t move an inch. So Jungkook started and with that he learned about the two guys. He learned that “Tae’s” full name was Taehyung and that the small one was called “Jimin.”

He learned that Jimin didn’t like being called small one only seconds later when he did tell him that he thought that he looked tiny against his boyfriend.

Judging from the missing reaction to the word boyfriend he learned that they were boyfriends.

What a surprise, Jungkook thought sarcastically, your love is only written all over your face. He learned that they were two years older than him and living artistic jobs just like he himself. While Taehyung was a photographer Jimin was a choreographer for kpop idols. Jungkook cringed, he didn’t really like kpop.

He learned that this was their soulmate tattoo and he learned a lot about their love but not because they told him about it but because he was attentive.

He learned that while Taehyung was sensible to pain and tended to squint uncomfortable Jimin didn’t even move the tiniest bit when the needle struck is arm. But then again Jungkook wasn’t surprised because he had to ask Jimin to remove his T-Shirt so that he would have easy access to his arms.

He learned that Jimin stopped self harming just recently from the scars that went up his whole arm long and thin but also short, thick and deep.

He learned that they were open people after all and liked talking.

He learned that falling in love could go as fast as six hours that are spent pushing his face near their biceps to draw the most filigran two animals he had ever drawn.

But he didn’t do dirty so he didn’t tell Jimin that his smile was really pretty, instead he mentioned that his biceps was strong and his body firm.

He didn’t do dirty shit, so he didn’t tell Taehyung that he treated his loved ones in the most precious way neither did he say that Taehyung’s thoughts were already expressed over his actions and that he needn’t put them into struggling words. Instead he told him that he had the dog under good control and that Jimin and him fitted together.

But even if Jungkook didn’t do dirty, Jimin and Taehyung did. They tried to catch his eyes a few times but he didn’t notice. What he did notice was when Jimin asked him if he could have his phone to get his number but he didn’t mind really, he broke his rules once for them, he could break them twice.

And when Jimin asked him what animal he would take in their tattoo on the third date Jungkook realized that he was welcome and he realized that he could let loose here. And when Taehyung said that a bunny would represent Jungkook totally fine and he stood up in the middle of a restaurant, that they went to for a date to catch Taehyung who was literally running of in let me say it again a restaurant and Jimin just watched them laughing until they came back sitting down with red cheeks after the service people screamed at them, he knew that he belonged.

And that he wanted to stay.