#googled that and said oof out loud

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December Prompt: Tangled up in Christmas Lights

((The bg is not mine. I found it on google))

With carefully controlled huffs of air, one quiet figure ran on the many rooftops that made up the dark and dreary streets of his fair city.

With a sharp inhale, he braced himself for another leap from one roof to the next. Tucking into a well practice roll and springing back up to continue. The HUD within his icon red mask faithfully directed him to where Oracle had said two of his fellow Knights were staking out a potential lead.

They’d been working on the same case for nearing about two months now. It had been enough of a brain scratcher that the Batman, himself, had even asked for Hood to utilize his own underworld contacts in the hopes of singling out the new terror that threatened their streets.

Jason had made no attempt to restrain his enthusiasm in dangling Bruce’s reluctant request over his head. “Oh… so you need my help? The Big Bad Bat crawling to lil ol’ me?”

The old man certainly regretted it, Jason was sure. He’d toned it down after a couple of weeks. To the relief of the family. It wasn’t exactly something that stayed amusing for long. He could admit that much.

Despite the grief he’d given. Red Hood’s contacts proven to be the correct route and he had become privy to a meeting between some of their current suspects. It had been originally planned to be two Tuesdays out.

Until Oracle had just reached out to him ten minutes ago that the meeting time frame had been, for whatever reason, accelerated and the meeting had been pushed for that very night.

Hood had been urged to meet up with Nightwing and Robin just outside the location radius.

It was as much a relief to be able to shuffle to a stop, as much as it was a let down. Nothing like a good bout of parkour to really get the blood pumping.

He took in deep deliberate breaths as he looked around in search of the familiar colors of blue, red, and yellow.

The vigilante crime lord tilted his head and placed his hands on his hips when there were no brothers in sight. “Huh…”

To the side, an abandoned glass bottle skidded across a darkened corner and over the side of the roof. It brought the hairs on the back of his head stand on end and he carefully shifted into a fighting position. Briefly, he considered bringing out one of his guns, before dismissing the thought. He was currently outside of Crime Alley on a job for the Bats. It’d be best to at least try to play along by there rules.

For now.

A scuffle came from behind and Hood ducked. Rolling backwards and successfully tripping his would-be attacker.

With an “Oof!” A certain small angry bird collided with the Red Hood and stumbled back up to his feet. The scowl that was shot at him made Jason laugh out loud. His gaze inevitably went from his baby brother’s face and down to what Robin was holding.

A jolt of confusion ran through the crime lord to see the unplugged cord of Christmas lights clutched tightly in the kid’s hand. “Wha—”

One of Jason’s arms, that he had raised with the plan to scratch the back of his neck, was ensnared by what had to be the other end of the cord. There had been still plenty more slack to be used and Jason had been far too shocked to make any defense when Nightwing had ran past his field of sight with a particularly heinous cackle. Forcing Jason’s arm against his chest.

Damian came back into action and both the oldest and youngest Robins made quick work of wrapping up the second Robin in a very seasonal trap.

“Tsk, and here I thought you would actually present a challenge.” The little ankle biter dared to scoff out.

Jason tested his restraints with a sharp jolt. His limbs were too tightly wrapped to give him enough room to try to break free. The hand partially hidden away from his laughing brothers already held a small knife that began to cut into the cords.

“Oh-ho, man, Little Wing!” Dick ran a hand through his messy hair. “You really make for a great Christmas tree. If only we had a proper outlet to light you up!”

“Indeed. Quite a pity.” Damian shook his head. He stood proudly next to his oldest brother with a satisfied expression.

“You tricked me!” Jason snarled. Making a show of trying to break free. Not wanting them to notice his slow progress just yet, if at all. He could feel his blood pressure rising at the laughter unashamedly bursting from his earpiece. Barbara was certainly having the time of her life for being someone that was now on his shit-list.

“Perhaps you should have listened better to your lessons within the league.” The little demon mused. Pretending to check his nails through his stupid little green gloves.

Nightwing was already pulling out a folded piece of paper that really made Hood groan. With a clearing of his throat the eldest brother began, “Who hides in the bakery at Christmas?”

The night was startlingly quiet for a city that was notorious for its streets to be bursting with gunshots and screams. It was typically slower during this line of year. It was at this point considered to be bad luck to commit crimes or even make a pit stop at a store during the holidays. As that was usually when the crazies normally liked to come out.

Jason was pretty sure the crazies included the hero vigilantes as well, considering the literal torture he was now going to be subjected to.

“Well?” Dick asked with a pout. “Aren’t you gonna ask who?”

Damian brought out an intricately designed dagger with narrowed eyes. Perfectly standing where Dick couldn’t see him. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Who?” The crime lord grunted out. He had to stay calm. It wouldn’t due to lose his advantage when he’d nearly found the weak point in his bindings.

“A mince spy!” Nightwing declared with a rather blinding smile. “What’s every elf’s favorite type of music?”

“What?” Jason sighed.

“Wrap!”

Jason waited for three more “jokes” to pass when the most opportune time arose.

The screech of a cat and the clangs of fallen cans drew his brothers’ attention away and he cut the last thread he needed for his wrappings to fall off him.

With a slow roll of his neck and shoulders, he met the shocked expressions of his fellow vigilantes and leered over them threateningly. Uttering only a single word, “run.”

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IWTV S2 Ep3 Musings - Daniel & the Talamasca (SPOILERS)

I can see what the reviewers meant when they complained about the Talamasca & Daniel.

We start off with Daniel nervous AF, tryna keep tabs on all the mindscrewy shenanigans (at the sushi restaurant on his lunchbreak or whatever).

Today's... etcetc Cell phones, google -- Daniel, your handwriting effing sucks. San Francisco. Polynesian Mary's Playboy magazines as a doorstop? doorstep? |CLAUDIA| Mary's cab. Coke...etcetc. Alice. They'll come for me and Kate next--you bet your arse they will! XD THIS TIME I WON'T SAVE YOUR LIFE

He draws an arrow from Save Your Life up to Playboy--I assume cuz those are two incidents with Armand that took place in SanFran?

I really like the Omakase bit--

About how many risks Daniel's subjecting himself to under the whims of these vampires--but also about Daniel's hubris/arrogance breaking the rules of engagement by thinking he has any say over what they do and what he gets out of it, by stepping onto their turf. If you can't take the heat, GTFO their kitchen.

I'm only just now noticing the foreshadowed titles of Dan's books. 🤦 Burning & Blood--AMC swears they're hilarious.

OK, Raglan's been stalking Daniel's career just like Louis did. So my early suspicion about Daniel breaking the NDA was right.

Which is SO EFFING STUPID OF HIM. They're gonna find out! Loumand's literally drawing out this giant tragedy about what happens when vampires--Armand, specifically--are LIED to, and you're gonna pull this mess on them!? You're not even being SUBTLE!

AGREEMENT.pdf--Daniel, you in danger girl.

Raglan, stop tryna gas Dan up b4 they put him off commission permanently. He's no body-snatching psychic CROOK like you.

Get this nosey bish offa my dang screen.

Oof, right in the Devil's Minion feels. U_U

O__O WOAH!? OK, so aside from Dan (played by EB, a white Jew, along with JK) throwing shade at Caucasian European Israelis (which we been knew), he's implying that Armand & Louis might be persons of interest in the UAE by the Israeli gov't & assassins, esp. cuz of their ties to powerful people. But it's funny cuz that's the exact same thing Lou asked about him.

So Dan's telling the sushi patrons there's Israeli spies/assassins crawling around Dubai--STOP, b4 you get that place John Wick'd! XD

Not MI6. 😭 I said JOHN WICK, not JAMES BOND. XD

Raglan's gone full rogue then--if he was still working for the Talamasca he'd have darn near unlimited funds--they got that dirty TEMPLAR money. 💰💰💰

Yeah, and they don't actually call the Talamasca by name in the ep itself--only in the Insider interviews the producers give.

Daniel, why TF are you talking SO EFFING LOUD, when Raglan's whispering, tryna act like he's on the phone NOT talking to you in case y'all ARE being bugged. 🤦 SUBTLETY, my guy. What kinda investigative journalist are you?

I'm starting to suspect they're not gonna do the rockstar!Lestat, and instead this stupid Great Conversion's gonna be what wakes up Akasha/Amel, when their blood/consciousness gets stretched way too thin with all these new vamps being made.

To attempt an interview...? I believe that. We already know Marius & Lestat stalked Talamasca members for decades upon decades. Ain't no way NO vampire ever tried getting close to humans & talk about their lives to someone out of loneliness or something. Esp. the ones not attached to the European covens & all their stupid Great Laws.

Rest in Preternaturalism, Raymond Gallant.

BLENDERS! XD But this is THE most Anne Ricean answer imaginable, cuz everyone lost their ish when she had her vamps flying around with GPS-trackable cellphones in their pockets as they KILLED people. Rookie mistake. 😂

Armand was on a cellphone in S01E07, and he is LITERALLY married to his iPad, so PLEASE, sir. 🙄

There's Santiago's COMPLICIT speech coming back. Ain't no moral high-ground here!

And I figured Armand/AMC was gonna pin it on AMC!Lestat, and his jaded version the Savage Garden.

Armand says technology distracts humans from vampire crimes, but what's distracting vampires from psychic/Talamasca crimes, huh?

ISTG these are the laziest vamps I've ever seen; they care so much about their privacy & security, but aren't reading Dan's mind at all? I hope one of them just casually name-drops Raglan or catches Daniel in the act or something.

Raglan said Daniel's laptop was "comically vulnerable," and uploads a bunch of data files on it from the Bibliotheca Talamasca bestiary/archives--WHY? To help show Daniel he's helpful & trustworthy?

RJ: Omakase? Louis: The conversation was easy and flirtatious.... Armand: And combative. Louis: And combative, yes. Daniel: Arguing as foreplay. RJ: Peruse at your leisure.

I hate this effing show. 🙇🙇🙇

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talking in tongues here Language and psychosis is so frustrating, and thats the topic of this post so this is going to be a bit jumbled. I'm going to write and not edit this much

physically Physically, it's very simple: sometimes it feels like it takes immense exertion to move your tongue to speak, to get your vocal chords to make noise. personally, sometimes it feels like the words feel like water spilling out out of your mouth. its exhausting to an extent I can't exactly describe.

internally Internally, it gets more complicated as it also applies to writing and also magical thinking. You have a lot of thoughts. A lot. And some of them dont even feel like your own. I've always described it as... Listening to your own internal ideas in your head, but theyre in a different language, and you have to translate them before saying them out loud. And then sometimes you get the translation wrong. Going back to physically, sometimes this means you stumble on your words and straight up accidentally say the wrong thing (anything from accidentally saying "chair" instead of "stair" because they sound similar, to utter nonsense that has no origin or relation), and sometimes it means mistranslating intention (not in emotionality--though that is an element at play--but in diction) idk if this is making any sense. Like saying "go right" when you were absolutely thinking and intending "go left." I think, similarly, an example is.. I can *barely* speak to my phone assistant. It's *really* difficult* for me to say out loud "Okay, Google, play 'Eternal Blue' by Spiritbox on Spotify," I just CANT get the thoughts in order. it's why I like going off-script. It's kind of faascinatiing when you see this happen in writing, though very time-consuming to catch and fix it all (too bad writing is one of my hobbies haha)

magical thinking here's the most prominent monster, in my opinion. Magical thinking and paranoia is what governs my writing and speech 100% of the time. One-hundred-percent-of-the-time. I know it plays a huge role in my introverted tendencies. it's where.. You say or write something and you think that because you've said it out loud or someone has heard it/read it, something will happen. This can be something so much as "I said the car will crash, so now it most definitely will" to, far more abstract, "I included the word 'granite' in describing something and now because i chose to use that word instead of something else, my food at home will be poisoned" (this is also a tell of OCD, btw).

anyways im making this post this because I think about having this discussion every time i mention things like "the geiger counter." Sometimes alternative wording feels safer to me. in this instance, "geiger counter" refers to "paranoia" or "I'm getting more paranoid." it gags me just to admit to it here. but I hope it paints a picture I know I'm missing some things I wanted to discuss (oof, there's an example, I wanted to use a different word other than "discuss" here), but everything is like static sludge rn. I hope this grants some insight to anyone.

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How is your art process?? It’s just that, your art is super amazing!! I love the way it looks so soft and happy! (Idk how to explain that it’s just the lines look so soft and happy!)

Also I’m also a simp for Cross and lust-

Oof it’s weird just stating that out loud to a bunch of random people online hehe 😅

Well anyways, I LOVE YOUR BLOGG, YOUR ART, AND YOUR RAMBLES! It’s weird because I feel the same way you do too!!!

We’ll have an amazing day!! 😁💜

Also Cross I found online, idk who it was made from but it was not made from me… (it did not say who it was made from since I got it from google)

A lot of people have said my art looks soft 👉👈,, and I think it's because of how I set up my brushes,, they're very close to airbrushes, with minimal changes ofc,, then i add the colors and slap multiply layer(s) on them and hope they look good :''))

Thank u also for saying it looks 'happy' !! (´；ω；｀)💙 I try to make it look good enough to give me the happy chemicals, so I'm glad I'm able to make u feel a similar vibe to em 💙

It's nice to know that my rambles are appreciated, even though I quickly get embarrassed about my words as soon as they're up and posted jfndjsj;;///

And… found the source for this adorable Cross art !

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The Hamilton Affair, review

It’s needed to be said that this book was written by a historian which I found out after reading 4 hundred pages and which was a total shock to me considering I was adamant the whole story was written by a “history enthusiast” as we politely call a person without degree but with a passion about the topic at hand. Frankly speaking I’d never guess it wasn’t written by a fan of the musical Hamilton if I didn’t google Elizabeth Cobbs by sheer accident. That being said I won’t judge historical accuracy since even I’m not arrogant enough to challenge authority of a person with PhD. I’ll satisfy myself with judging the quality of the story only.

God help me, this was bad. Nightmarish. I would never expect a historian to write such a thing, honestly, she should have known better than this.

1. Weird view on slavery. I won’t claim it’s what Dr. Cobbs actually believes in or the choice for a story but I will put my foot down here and say loud and clear. I can’t say whether she knew Hamilton was a slave owner or didn’t, but she did knew he bought slaves for his friends and clients and you can’t look me dead in the eyes and call Burr hypocrite for educating his slaves and calling them as capable to learn as free white people and yet owning slaves (which is fair) but then go and say that Hamilton isn’t one for participating in the slave trade because “he’s lawyer not a judge”. Honestly, this is some weird take for a narrative and it does feel farfetched for Hamilton’s honor sake. It is a comfortable stand to take if you want to paint your main character in better light, no arguing it. But it doesn’t work very well and leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth. No. Bad.

2. The writing in general. Oh lord, please, please. You can’t just put the bunch of events and push them in one paragraph with character basically enumerating them. It’s a book. You’re supposed to narrate them so the characters and their stories would unfold around these events, it’s not a textbook. Nor do I find the writing style particularly good. Wasn’t amused by comparison of breasts to rising bread nor by “Little Alex came along one night when Big Alex came along too quickly”. Why would you want me to read such a thing?

3. I’m not usually the one to kinkshame but damn foot fetish is a strong way to start describing a sex scene. Feels like a bucket of water dumped on your head. Nor did I like her “pretty little triangle”. Nor by Maria’s radiating power from her vagina. That does nothing for me. Well, except for making me laugh.

4. The huge problem of the narrative when it comes to Burr. Oof. I really was holding back a lot on this one. I won’t judge historical accuracy I promised, so let’s imagine I think Burr was villain as well. Was Dr. Cobbs able to show it in her book? No. She really failed on this one. To summon a visual for you. Till the last 30 pages of the book was appeared in the narrative exactly once. The author enumerated some of his faults and then painted him defending Hamilton by saying he was a brave soldier not a coward as his conversational partner was insisting and complimented his conduct in Yorktown. Hundred pages later she again says he had no moral or principles and ends up mentions he represented Maria in court and didn’t spill the information about Hamilton’s affair with her. As a reader I was confused cause both things seemed like compliments to me. So everything that goes on in the end of the book feels especially weird, almost like the author decided to switch direction she was going in or she didn’t try really hard with this part of her story cause the next thing we see is that Burr is rascal, immoral, can destroy republic as Cataline. Was it what Hamilton said about Burr in 1800-1801? Sure. Do I as a reader believe his opinion or take his side from what I’ve seen in the book? No. You can’t put a bunch of misgivings in a single paragraph and expect your reader to be satisfied by any way. “Why don’t we have enough water to put out fires, Betsey? Ask Aaron Burr. Surely you recall when he begged me for a loan so he wouldn’t lose his house. And then took forever to pay us back? Remember when he said I ought to overthrow the Constitution since I headed the army—that, for a great man, anything is moral?” Nice, the best writing ever. Would love to see it being IN the story one day. I know all of it, even tho I have a different view on every single one of these complaints, but the average reader don’t. Why does Dr. Cobbs expect her reader to have a deep knowledge of the events from somewhere else I know not.

5. Once again I’m sitting here and saying that I’d love to see an author that doesn’t try to over romanticise relationship between Betsy and Alexander. No offence but I don’t think that making the dynamic between them saccharine you’re doing any favour to the people in question. While I genuinely enjoyed the chapter about Betsy’s social work and charity, complimented it even, I think it’s one of the few moments the poor woman got actual fair treatment in the story. At some point the narrative went in the direction of “well we didn’t have sex for a few years so really what did she expected” and I had to close the book for a second a walk away.

6. Every character in the narrative is bland and lacking in every way. Maybe my take is odd but I’d love to see characters to be themselves even if they might be unlikable sometimes. I would choose it over this “good husband and good man and overall saint” man who is supposed to be Alexander Hamilton.

At the end of the day, The Hamilton Affair is unoriginal novel, just one of the many barely distinguishable stories that were written in the last two hundred years. As many others it still loses to The Amorous Intrigues and Adventures of Aaron Burr as being the cringy but funny and deeply entertaining. This book doesn’t really try to be serious nor can’t you perceive it to be one which I can’t say about The Hamilton Affair. I can’t judge the other books in Dr. Cobbs collection since it’s my introduction to her works (unfortunately, not a positive one) but I can say that writing of novels is probably not her strength and that this book specifically, to my deepest regret, doesn’t compliment her list of publications in the slightest.

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pragma, iii.

. . .love that is driven by the head, not the heart.

prev. | part 03: lovesick fool

wc: 1,803 | oikawa tōru x f!reader

—angst ; tw: marriage, mentions of divorce, massive insecurities & the backlash of it + sorta hurt/comfort? sorta + oof, this is going to be a lot, darlings, buckle tf up + wrote this on google docs this time, so it got very lengthy hehe !

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Oh, Tooru tries.

In the next few weeks since his arrival, he went above and beyond. But that has always been him, wasn’t it? When he was determined, he was ready to pay anything, anyone.

For a chance. A respite. Anything.

He visits Yoshiko’s place all the way on the other side of Tokyo, commenting how inconvenient it must be for you since you and him had chosen the house you bought together because of its proximity to your workplace. He brings flowers— your favourite — in different bundles and bouquets, more often than not, with gifts. Baked goods, new jewellery that you had to scold him about, and sometimes leading up to asking you out on ‘dates’. You always say it’s not a good idea, he says it’s just for a while, and please?

But he’s Oikawa, so it doesn’t just end there. He woos even Yoshiko and her neighbours. Yoshiko knew the truth, and is wary and uncomfortable around him, but even she couldn’t help pulling you to the side whilst your husband talked to the grumpy old man next door so casually and nicely— the same old man who had complained two ladies in one apartment is too loud even though neither you nor your friend were louder than normal decimals — that he was going to come out of that conversation bundled with a box of mandarins he was more than happy to share with you, peeling one after another for you.

“You have to talk to him,” Yoshiko urged, voice low and eyes darting.

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder.” You flinched, you couldn’t help it. Her eyes softened as she clasped your shoulder. “You’re too passive about this and you are both ignoring the fact that you’re trying to divorce him. He’s pretending as if you’re having the longest sleepover in existence. Everyone just thinks you had a little fight and needs to be wooed.”

You knew this could happen. You dreaded for this to happen. Because in reality, you had always been a lovesick fool for him. It was your silent badge, your marred honour pushed onto skin. Ever since high school, Oikawa Tooru was a star that gleamed and burned bright. You always thought you were just like the rest; in his vicinity, a shooting star waiting to pass just even a sliver closer to him. Wanting to see how bright he truly burned, only to find out more than you bargained for. Things that. . . that made you fall deeper for him. The star became human in your eyes, moulded away from perception but the boy, then the man underneath. But he didn’t burn ever dimmer. No, to you he was a constant flame, a supernova incarnate.

And you, with your tiny ember, had always been happy to orbit him. If it meant being allowed to be this close.

Oikawa’s number one fan.

As Yoshiko left to give you two some privacy, your husband sat on the other end of the kotatsu, peeling oranges as he continued prattling on about a funny thing that happened to one of his mornings in Argentina, composed of snickering teammates, alarm clocks that didn’t go off, and thank god for spare gym clothes!

“This has to stop, Tooru,” you interrupted his soliloquy, voice finding a strong, steady pitch. You weren’t looking at him, hard to look at him, but you could feel his gaze, his voice slowed down and stopped.

He finished the last peel, brushing the skins together on the table so he could throw them easily. “I can’t,” he said just as steady, as if your conversation is nothing more than choosing a menu for dinner. “I can’t let you go.”

You met his eyes, chest constricted, eyes brimming. “You have to. What happens when you leave for Argentina? When you’re not here again?”

His eyes became desperate so quickly, voice strangled to maintain a calm demeanour but his body has inched forward, hands clenching and unclenching. His wedding ring remained, unforgiving and lovingly placed. “We’ll try. I-I’ll talk to you everyday, more than just once. I’ll— We’ll have to try.”

“Will you give up volleyball for me?” you asked, barely above whisper.

It struck him as if you'd just slapped him. “I— Y/n.”

You laughed darkly, looking away. “I would never ask that of you, Tooru. I would hate myself if you don’t start to. The same way you never asked me to move with you there. You belong in Argentina and I belong here. We can’t keep— We can’t ignore that we’re divorcing. It’s happening.”

His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as he stood up. Adrenaline strummed in his veins, pushing him to do something, act on anything. Move mountains, fight monsters just to get to you.

“I haven’t signed it yet.”

You stood up too, glaring. “Only because you’re trying too hard.”

“We’re supposed to try harder!” He exploded, gasping as tears pooled in his own eyes. His chest started constricting again, the sensation foreign and familiar and it hurt. As if someone was trying to squeeze out his love, his adoration. 

Every night since he came back, living in a space that had too many memories of the two of you, that felt so fucking cold without you— it hurt. Everything hurt. It was too hard to sleep, to be in a space cloaked and choking with memories, wishing nothing more that it was morning again so he could visit you. See you, smell you. Everything about you was familiarity he couldn’t let go.

It was home he wanted to go back to.

He breathed, clenching his fist. He looked at you, eyes burning. “Marriage means working hard for it. You shouldn’t have given up on me before I had the chance to realise something was wrong. You didn’t even give me the chance to fight for us. You’re choosing to give us up before I even know what’s happening. This is me trying. This is me fighting for us.” He drew a ragged breath, flipping his eyes to the ceiling as he tried to compose himself again. “You’re being too selfish.”

You clutched your shirt, trying to claw to your chest. “I’m sorry,” you gasped out, wanting to maintain a steady rhythm, wanting to be hard. Because this is your fault, isn’t it? You didn’t deserve to feel like you’re suffocating. “But I’ve lived without you for so long. I’ve emptied myself off missing you, yearning for you. I’ve grown numb, Tooru. While we go through the motions, I’ve started seeing myself as nothing more than the wife you visit every year. You call once a day, say ‘I love you’ before we part because we say it that way, everyday, of every goodbye. It’s just another three words to say. And it’s not your fault, it’s mine, and I’m sorry. I can’t— I can’t get this feeling out of my chest. When I, fuck, when I started thinking why, why could I feel so empty about this? Why can’t I just fight for you too? I love you, that's true, that’s never been a lie— all of it just came out. And it has been so, so ugly to see the reality.”

Your tear stained face met his. Even crying, your husband was pretty. Like a soaked angel after it fell on earth. His sins haven’t caught up to him just yet— they crawled like oil spill towards his frayed edges. For now he was still purely angelic, white light bursting at every tear that came out of him. Angelic and hurt.

“That I didn’t love you enough,” you said weakly, the insecurity had made itself known. Whole. It has always been inside you, raw and alive, trying to eat at the emotions and adoration you had tried so hard to hold onto. But it’s strong; and now more than ever, it beats inside you as one. “That my love for you was never going to be enough. They were all right, Tooru. I was never going to be good enough for you.”

“Who—?” Tooru could not stumble toward you fast enough, hands trembling as he reached for your arms, elbows. It has been so long since he’s touched you— everything else after that time at the house, Yoshiko’s sentiments were found true. Both of you were dancing at the edge, too scared to peek through the darkness.

But now he has peered through the darkness. Now he can see that you’ve been plummeting by yourself all along. For so long. 

“Who’s said these to you? Why didn’t you tell me?” He captured your face as if he was cradling your pain, both of your pain.

“People from before, from back then. You had always cared for me so much, adored me so much, I thought I’d silence everything else.” You clutched his shirt, his jacket. Anything to anchor yourself. Anchor yourself to him. It was foolish and reckless, but here you were, ready to be selfish again. Because you love him so much. So much, it hurt. “But then everything wasn’t as bright as before. We had become subdued, complacent. And I could try harder, I could do anything. But what if you— what if you stopped completely? Where would I go? What would happen to me?”

There was so much heartbreak in his eyes it hurt you to see. “Y/n—”

“Listen to me, please.” You reached for his face, brushing the tears, running your fingers along the contort. “I realised I was going to break without you. So I had to steel myself, become stronger to stand up on my own. And in finding myself again, in finding my own footing, we started losing each other. If you had left me, we would be fine. Not happy, but fine. Everything else on paper was perfect— we could divorce then and we would be okay, but something inside me would die. I had given you too much emotional ammo, so much of my love, that when you started pulling away as I did, when I tried to find my footing, I realised you could kill me in a heartbeat.”

You smiled at him then, bitter and raw, pulled apart like a fresh scar from an open wound. It’s horrifying, disfigured. A monster of heartbreak and want. Insecurity and relief.

It was you, build up through the years, unmasked before the very man you fought never to find out.

“We would be fine without our presence in each other’s lives,” you whispered. “And we deserve better than half constants and unsung selfish wants. You have to divorce me. Because if I fall for all of this again, and I love you with everything I have again, if you start to pull away again, it wold kill me. You could kill me, Tooru.”

next: part 04, final | tell me: do you prefer a sad or a happy ending to this one?

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Letting the Cat Out of the Bag

Synopsis: What is type of pet would each Twisted Wonderland Character have?

Characters: Heartslabuyl Dorm Students

Pairings: None

Warning(s): N/A

A/N: Just trying to get some traction for the blog! I plan to make a version of this for all Dorms. Savanaclaw Vers. Octavinelle Vers.

Riddle Rosehearts

We all know he’d have a hedgehog

So there are many places where hedgehogs are actually illegal, so in that instance, he’d probably like the company of a rabbit.

Now, this isn’t me being biased for my love of rabbits, but hear me out. Rabbits can be very similar to hedgehogs as pets.

Hedgehogs have a specific nutritional diet to adhere to, which can also be said for Rabbits as well. Riddle, being very detail-oriented, would have no trouble accommodating a rabbit’s strict diet. They would need a good balance of healthy greens while also always having a bundle of hay on hand. They can have the occasional strawberry, but not too much!

They both can be quieter pets. Hedgehogs are definitely quieter but rabbits don’t normally make many sounds that come from their tiny bodies. They do, however, tend to chew and scratch at stuff, which can be loud, and when rabbit thumps their hind leg, oof can it be loud! Riddle would appreciate having a quieter roommate so he can focus on his homework or housewarden duties during the day.

Rabbits and Hedgehogs are actually quite active animals. They both need a lot of room to run around and get some exercise. During Riddle’s downtime, he’d enjoy having an active role while interacting with his pet, similar to how he enjoys equestrian as a sport. Equestrian requires trust and cooperation as well as a strong bond with the horse. Since Riddle has a soft spot for sensitive animals, he’d enjoy playing with a cute bundle of energy.

Ace Trappolla

To be honest, I don’t see him seeking an animal companion on his own.

However, I think he’d want to have a pet with extreme intelligence that could be taught different tricks on his free time.

A medium-sized to big-sized dog breed that could be easily trained would be a good fit. Something like a Border Collie or a German Shepard

He’d teach the dog to recognize different cards and incorporate it into his slight of hand tricks so that he can surprise people with some sick card skills. Like, imagine Ace revealing the card you chose was actually in his dog’s mouth!

He would also most likely teach the dog tricks to make his life easier/more conviennent. Like opening doors when his hands are full, or grabbing a drink from the fridge when he’s busy studying playing some kind of game.

Overall he’d enjoy being able to bond with a dog while teaching them many things to do that’ll be incorporated in his daily life. His original intention is to get the dog to do free labor, but in the end, he’d end up loving and coddling the dog to the point where he might end up doing more for the dog than the dog doing something for him.

Deuce Spade

Chickens

Deuce would most likely want some sort of cool looking animal. Actually when I think about it, the appeal of a cool dog riding shotgun in his magic wheel is a high possibility too.

Imagine it: Deuce getting a dog with cute cool googles on inside a passager car for his magic wheel. This dog would totally have a jean vest on too (as a call back to his delinquent days).

Since Deuce is quite athletic, he’d enjoy having a running companion or do some sort of physical activity with the dog. Something like frisbee would be a fun activity with the pup.

Huskies are athletic dogs that aren’t the brightest bulb in the pack, just like our adorable boy. They’re perfect, c’mon

Deuce would enjoy the companionship of a dog as well. Being raised by a single mother while also being a delinquent in the past most likely made him feel quite lonely and an outcast at times. However, even though he’s in a better place, he’d feel relieved to know he has a buddy to play or snuggle with when times get a little rough.

Cater Diamond

My first thought was that Cater would definitely spam Magicam with all sorts of pictures of his pet. So this animal HAS to be photogenic to some degree.

However, I think the it would need to be a cool pet rather than a cute one since his sisters would probably judge it on the cute factor? He already dislikes being around them anyways so he wouldn’t want a cute pet to appease them anyways.

Also I feel like a requirement is an animal that would give him and only him attention that wouldn’t easily be swayed by his sisters. He needs TLC for himself, you know?

Akita’s are a dog breed that would be perfect. They are very loyal and lovable to their owners, but quite aloof to strangers.

While they do tend to be bigger dogs, I can still imagine Cater dressing the dog up in a cool vest and sunglasses while he wears a similar or matching set and posting it on magicam

They’re also an intelligent breed that could probably learn to skateboard along with Cater! Who wouldn’t want a skateboarding pup? Also imagine the wicked picture he could get while skateboarding with his best bud!

Overall an Akita would be a dog to give him the love and attention he needs, while also having a pup who will be able to skateboard and dance with in his spare time.

Trey Clover

Trey, being so reliable, would be able to take care of any animal he wanted, but I feel like he needs a break, you know? Like a low maintenance animal he could enjoy the company of when things get a little chaotic at the Heartslabuyl dorm.

Despite the irony of Floyd calling him Sea Turtle, Trey would probably enjoy having a pet Tortoise.

He can watch his buddy chill and chomp on some veggies or fruit when he winds down for the night. It’s basically a stress reliever, especially when it rushes out of its den super fast for some yummy treats. They say tortoises are slow, but have you seen one go for it’s favorite treats? They can be surprisingly speedy.

He could give his pet any leftover fruit scraps he might not use for his desserts (no waste yay!) while also saving some extra morsels for it to snack on later.

Am I the only one who sees an endearing Trey softly stroking the shell of his pet tortoise with one hand and his other hand propping his head up on his desk while wearing a goofy smile?

Also, am I the only one who can imagine someone making the tortoise a little fedora to match Trey? It’s literally the best.

Even though this tortoise belongs to the smaller variety, can you imagine a giant tortoise just strolling around the dorm? Like it’s already crazy there, and then there’s some random Tortoise in the hallway! Ace would totally put a birthday party hat on it, while Cater snaps a selfie with it while posting it with hastags like #hesrtslabyulmascot #happyunbirthdayfromlittleT or something silly like that. During the day it would just stroll around the winding hallways and later on just chill out in the gardens for some Sun and relaxation.

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Forever Safe in Your Arms

For Jasonette July Prompt: Protection

Inspired by this one sentence in What if We Make an Exception? by @newdog14

And that sentence is: “No, no, I met him a few years back,” Marinette said. “He helped me take down a few muggers and then, and this is why he’s my favorite, he helped me fix my English essay while walking me home.”

Translations of Words(according to Google Translate): - Stupide means Stupid - Professeure means Professor/Teacher - Devoir means Homework - Livre means Book - Université means College/University - Collège means Middle School - Lycée means High School

CW: Kidnapping, Graphic-ish Descriptions of Injuries, Swearing, Mentions of Suicide, Acceptance of Death, Dissociation, Attempted Sexual Assault

AO3 | Masterlist

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“Stupide professeure, stupide devoir, stupide livre!” A young woman growled, as she stalked home to her apartment. She was wearing a black hoodie with the Gotham University crest on it.

Marinette had just gotten out of class and was walking home alone.

“Oh, if I ever get my hands on the stupide person who decided this was a good assignment, I will personally throttle their throat and torture them until they’re begging for death!”

Now, for a normal person, it would be very concerning to overhear someone plotting murder. But this is Gotham, some crazy shit has happened here, so no one thought to look twice at the angry bluenette planning torture out loud in the Gotham streets.

If you looked at the Joker or any other Rogue, she seemed tame in comparison.

So Marinette supposes that because of every Gothamites’ nonchalant reaction to everything, that’s why her back is currently being pushed against the wall, with a knife pointed at her, while no one pays her cries of help any attention.

She knows that she could easily take this man out but after being so angry about her English Literature assignment, Marinette can’t find the energy within her to do so.

The man isn’t even in a 10 feet radius of her and she can smell the scent of beer permeating through the air surrounding her.

Marinette can tell he’s drunk because his cheeks are tinged pink and his voice slurs when he tells her, “Haand over all yer valuables an’ yer won’ be ‘urt.”

Marinette tells the man that she doesn’t have anything valuable on her, hoping to steer him away in his drunkenness.

But the man persists, saying, “Yer lyin’! I know yer are! Sho I’ll need ta do a pat down check ta see if yer tellin’ da truth.” The man shoots her a lewd smirk as he creeps closer, giggling like a fool and rubbing his hands together.

Marinette closes her eyes to make it seem like she’s scared, but secretly prepares to knee him in the groin as soon as he gets close. She waits for the right moment but it never comes. Then she hears the man let out a faint oof!

Opening her eyes, Marinette sees that the man is being pinned down by a figure in a red helmet. Marinette’s stomach drops, she recognizes who that is. It’s the Red Hood. Marinette can clearly recall the news headline of him sending eight severed heads in a duffel bag to the GCPD.

Now she’s really in trouble.

If it was just the drunken man, Marinette would have no problem apprehending him. But the Red Hood was a big, bulky mass of a man who boldly contrasted against her tiny, lithe form. There was no way she would be able to escape from him, especially since he was armed and she wasn’t, as Marinette warily glanced at the guns strapped to his sides.

Just then, the man’s pained scream drew Marinette’s attention back to the two men. Looking at the sight in front of her, Marinette was reminded of just what exactly made the Red Hood so terrifying.

The man who was just about to assault her before was now laying frozen on the ground limply. His crumpled body stuck out at odd angles and it was painful for Marinette to look at. Both of his legs were broken and the man let out a tiny little whimper. The hands that had been planning to touch her were now broken.

But his face, oh God! He’d been punched multiple times and several of his teeth had been knocked out. Blood was oozing out of his nose which had been bent in a weird way. One of his eyes had a blackeye blooming around it and the expression in his eyes was full of horror.

Marinette could do nothing but watch as the Red Hood placed one foot over the man’s chest and stepped hard. She could hear a crack and Marinette winced. This man’s rib cage was probably broken now too. He let out little wheezing breaths, looking up at the Red Hood, eyes begging for mercy.

But the Red Hood let his pleas go ignored and pointing his gun at the man’s head, he snarled, “What’s so good about cornering girls in alleyways, huh? Bastards like you are the reasons why girls and women are scared to walk alone in Gotham! You want to beg me for mercy? You wish! Have you ever shown mercy to all the girls who you’ve raped when they’ve begged you to stop? No, you haven’t! So I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine!”

Then he stepped on the man’s face before… BANG! The Red Hood fired his gun and in a flash, her would-be assaulter was dead on the ground. His blood was seeping everywhere, and Marinette had to step back to keep it from coming into contact with her shoe.

Her sudden movement caused the Red Hood to remember that he wasn’t the only one there. The menacing red helmet turned towards her and Marinette couldn’t help but feel scrutinized. Marinette stood stock still, unsure of what she should do, as even the simplest of movements could result in her laying dead right next to the man in the alleyway.

An involuntary shudder went through Marinette.

If she died, would anyone care?

It’s not like she had any friends, they’d all denounced her when Lila said that she had bullied her.

And Adrien, oh, poor sweet Adrien, after it was revealed that his own father was Hawkmoth and Nathalie had died due to the overuse of the Peacock miraculous, he’d desperately begged her to erase all of his memories of ever being Chat Noir, and instead replacing them with normal, civilian ones.

How could she deny him, after he said that if she didn’t erase his memories, he would kill himself?

Now, Adrien is an empty shell of what he once was, and he barely knows her. After all, many of their interactions depended on the fact that he was Chat Noir.

It was so painful for Marinette to wipe his memories. She had just learned who her partner was behind the mask and it turned out he was her crush! But she lost him too quickly to actually get to know all sides of him.

But her parents, Nonna, and Nonno! Maman and Papa had died when a fire broke out in a bakery.

While Nonna died a year ago. Her adventurous personality was what brought her down. When she went rock climbing on a mountain, she lost her footing and plummeted to her death. Her body was only recovered months after she had initially died.

And after hearing the news, Nonno died of heartbreak not soon after. Leaving Marinette alone in the world as an orphan.

Not being able to live in Paris after everything that had happened to her, Marinette made the decision to go to Gotham University for Université, although her tragic past continued to haunt her to this day.

Why had she wanted to move to this damned city? A city which was every man for themselves, where people continued to walk by even as someone cried for help?

Marinette was going to die. She was going to die after years of surviving everything life threw at her. And right when she was finally beginning her path to healing, would you look at that?

All throughout her life, Fate had loved to play jokes on her. Now on the one time when Marinette thought she could finally be happy, finally be free, Fate was proving her wrong, again.

‘Well,’ Marinette thought, her mouth twisting into a wry smile, ‘It looks like Fate has actually done a favor for her this time.’

Dying today isn’t so bad. Afterall, if she does end up dead, that means that she won’t have to complete that stupid English Literature assignment!

A bitter laugh escaped Marinette’s lips.

The Red Hood tensed, his hand immediately darting for his gun.

Oh well, Marinette supposed she would seem crazy to him. Letting out a hollow laugh after standing still and staring blankly just minutes before would do that.

In a cautious tone, he asked her, “Hey, miss, are you alright? And what was with that laugh just now?”

Taking a deep breath, Marinette said her last goodbyes in her mind.

Maman, Papa, Nonna, Nonno, Adrien, Master Fu, and Tikki, I’m sorry for failing all of you. Maybe if I was better, things wouldn’t have turned out this way. I hope you can find it within yourselves to forgive me.

Seeing as these words would be her last, Marinette decided to be entirely truthful with the Red Hood. “I will be. And I laughed because I realized that I won’t have to complete my English Literature assignment afterall.”

The Red Hood tilted his head. “And why is that?”

“Well, aren’t you planning on killing me? I can’t exactly do my assignment if I’m dead.”

“But why would I kill you?”

“I dunno,” Marinette shrugs her shoulders. “But isn’t killing sort of your thing?”

He sputters, “Well, yeah, it is, but that doesn't mean I kill innocent civilians! What’s wrong with you?”

“Everything.” She deadpans.

“Wha一” the Red Hood begins, before cutting himself off and shaking his head.

“Listen, I won’t be killing you. ‘Specially since you want to die. Here’s what we’re gonna do instead. I, am going to walk you home to wherever you live. As we walk, you, are going to explain to me what your English Lit. assignment is. And after I’m done helping you with it, you, are going to continue on with your life and preferably not allow yourself to be killed so easily. Because if I was anybody else, I definitely would’ve killed you after you offered yourself up to me as easily as that.”

Marinette wanted to protest but thankfully, her self-preservation instincts finally kicked in and she obediently complied. Though not after some huffing and pouting of course.

Seeing a crime lord walking with a tiny slip of a woman who looked sleep deprived did garner some stares and Marinette was painfully aware of the stares burning at the back of her neck. Even after being Ladybug for so many years and being forced to grow up far too quickly, Marinette still wasn’t accustomed to being in the spotlight.

But although she was anxious, Marinette suppressed her feelings because one quick glance at the Red Hood showed that he was generally unaffected by the extra attention on them.

At the beginning of their walk, Marinette was on edge and was careful of what she said, but as time passed, she gradually relaxed but was still cautious. While conversing, Marinette was surprised by how knowledgeable the Red Hood was about english literature. Not that she was complaining, because she needed to write an essay analyzing Jane Eyre.

She just couldn't understand how anybody could like the book! There were copious amounts of confusing language that Marinette simply could not understand. Though, it made sense given that English wasn’t her first language so of course there would be things she wouldn’t get. It was just, Marinette could read other books in English just fine! It was only the old books and plays that she struggled with.

By the time the two of them made it to her tiny apartment, Marinette’s essay was practically already written in her head. Talking with the Red Hood had really helped her understand some of the more confusing parts in the book. Eager to get started on her essay, Marinette thanked him for saving her and bid him a quick goodbye, before hurrying inside her apartment.

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Tap! Tap!

Marinette looked up from where she was sitting at her desk in her apartment. She was currently working on her essay for her Business Entrepreneurship class. She’d put her hair up in a bun to keep it from interfering with her work and she had her reading glasses on.

Looking in the direction of the glass sliding doors that led to her balcony, she saw Hood on the other side, and when he saw that he had her attention, he gave her a little wave and motioned for her to come outside.

Sighing, Marinette set the pencil she’d been twirling around for the last few minutes down. Slipping her shoes on, Marinette slid the glass door and went outside.

After being inside her warm and cozy apartment, Marinette struggled to adjust to the coldness of the outside. Shivering a little, Marinette must’ve looked a sight to any onlookers. It was autumn, nearing winter, and here was Marinette, in a ratty old faded pink t-shirt and jean shorts.

Hood looked like he was trying to stifle his amusement at her discomfort.

“You think I’m amusing, Hood?”

“Not at all, Pixie-Pop! I just suddenly thought of a very funny joke in my head.”

“Oh, care to share with the class?”

“No, I don’t think I do.”

It had been a few weeks since Marinette’s fateful encounter with Hood. After helping her with her English Literature assignment, Marinette had received an A from her professor.

Marinette had thought that was the end of it until Hood showed up on her balcony one night while she was out there. Apparently, he wanted to know her results after he’d helped her and Hood had been ecstatic that she’d gotten an A.

After that, he continued to show up every so often under the guise of “making sure she didn’t kill herself”. Marinette didn’t believe his bullshit one bit, especially since she had no actual intention to commit suicide. She had just slipped up one time, one time dammit!

At first, Marinette was perplexed as to why Hood was so interested in her. It’s not like she was anything special, afterall, there were tons of sleep deprived, coffee-addicted college students out there in the world.

One night in her confusion, Marinette asked him what was so interesting about her. Marinette definitely hadn’t expected the answer he gave her and the outcome of it.

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“Hey, Red Hood,” Marinette began hesitantly. “Why do you keep on visiting me? I don’t think I’m that special.”

After some silence, the Red Hood finally answered her. “You really wanna know why?”

At Marinette’s vigorous shaking of her head, he continued, “Well, part of the reason is that you’re self-aware. You know who you are and aren’t. You’re also humble, you don’t make yourself out to be someone greater than who you actually are.”

He paused for a moment, as if he was carefully considering what he said next. “But the bigger reason why I stick around is because when you look at me, you’re able to look past all the masks and barriers I put up and see who I really am inside. And I still don’t know how you do that, especially since you’re younger than me.

Other than seeing through me, you never judge me for killing. You’ve heard the Bat, he believes I should go to Arkham just for killing people. Even if they were terrible people. But you, you don’t just label me as a bad person because I kill, you try to understand why I kill.

Do you一 do you know what Gotham’s underbelly calls me?”

Marinette gave the Red Hood a questioning glance. He swallows and starts speaking again.

“You may not, but I do. I’ve heard what they whisper in the dark when they think I’m not listening. Monster. Murderer. Demon. Psycho. And you know what, I believe what they say. Because I am a monster, a murderer, a demon, a psycho, and so much more. But you don’t believe that.

The first day we met, you saw me torture and kill a man. You even thought that I would kill you. Despite that, you were able to talk and exchange quips with me when I walked you home. You didn’t even mind when people stopped and stared at us.

And look at us now! You’re completely comfortable with me coming over to your apartment and talking with you every few nights!

I guess what I’m trying to say is, being with a person like you who understands who I am deep down inside and doesn’t try to judge me for my decisions is refreshing. You honestly don’t know how many times you’ve made my day by just being you.

You know,” the Red Hood says wistfully looking up at the moon while leaning against the railing of her balcony, “when I was younger, I would’ve killed, figuratively, not literally, to have a sister older or younger, or really just anyone like you in my life.”

Marinette had no words for how she felt at that moment. All her life, no one had really told her that they appreciated all that she did. Yeah, they had said thanks, but did they actually mean it, or did they say it simply out of obligation? Sure, Adrien did thank her sincerely, multiple times at that, but did it really count if the person who appreciated her efforts didn’t even remember saying it?

And here was someone who didn’t even know all of the details of her life who was doing more for her than those who actually knew her ever did.

Marinette guessed her silence must’ve made the Red Hood nervous as he spoke again. “Hey, I’m sorry for just dumping all of that on you. You were probably expecting a short answer but here I go on a lengthy speech that you didn’t ask for. I probably made you so uncomfortable, I’m so so一” the Red Hood meant to go on but Marinette held up a finger for him to stop.

Now, the helmet’s attention was fully focused on her.

Very slowly, Marinette chose her next words deliberately, “I,” she swallowed, “would’ve liked to have someone like you in my life too. I know my life probably wasn’t as hard as yours but I still would’ve appreciated someone being there for me when I needed it. And there’s no need to apologize, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. To be honest, I needed to hear your words. I seriously can’t think of the last time someone appreciated me that much. So thank you, for your kind words.”

The Red Hood goes silent, and Marinette can understand. Afterall, what can you say to something like that?

So Marinette simply says nothing and quietly walks up to where he’s standing, leans against the railing, and reaches out her hand to grasp his. The Red Hood stiffens a little before relaxing his posture.

They stay like that for a few minutes, hand in hand, until Marinette finally decides to break the silence. Her voice wavering, Marinette asks uncertainly, “Did you一 did you really mean it when you said you would’ve liked a sister like me?”

Without pause, the Red Hood confidently says, “Yes. I did.”

The way he said it without thinking, like he was absolutely sure of himself almost made Marinette cry.

Blinking back tears, Marinette’s voice wobbles. “You know, I was an only child growing up. My parents were always busy with their business so I longed for a sibling to talk to and play whenever I got bored. But then a few years back, my parents died. And just last year, my grandparents passed away too. So I’m an orphan all alone in the world.”

Click.

The sudden sound surprises Marinette a little. Looking back up at the Red Hood with watery eyes, Marinette is astonished to see that he took his helmet off for the first time. Setting his helmet down gently on a table nearby, Marinette can clearly see his face for the first time. But he has a domino mask on, of course.

Looking at her directly, he swallows and says, “Well, if you’d like, I could be your big brother. I mean, I don’t really have anyone either and since we both like each other, I thought, ‘Hey! Why not?’”

Marinette was stunned, what could she say to an offer like that?

“I一” But Marinette’s throat refused to work at that moment.

Lowering his voice, he turns his head away and mumbles, “Sorry, that was a stupid idea…”

Seeing how dejected the Red Hood looks, Marinette pulls him in for a hug whispering, “I would love that!”

He hugs her back and they stay there for a moment, just like that. Each of them finding comfort in their sibling’s arms.

Pulling back from her brother, Marinette says, “Well, I can’t keep calling you ‘the Red Hood’ in my mind and out loud, so, you got any nicknames you want me to call you?”

“I guess you could call me Hood,” Jason muses, but then his face morphs into an uncomfortable expression.

“I suppose you’ll want to know my secret identity then,” as he motions to remove his domino mask.

Sensing his discomfort, Marinette grabs his hand to stop him from what he was doing and firmly states, “No. Being siblings now means that you should feel comfortable around me and I, vice versa. You shouldn’t feel obligated to reveal your identity to me. I don’t mind if you choose to share it with me at a later date or even never reveal it to me at all. But you need to remember that you should never do something unless you’re absolutely comfortable with doing it.”

Marinette wasn’t lying, truthfully, it really didn’t matter to her who the Red Hood, no, Hood was under the mask.

Even though Chat Noir was a good partner, she’d never felt comfortable with him always insisting for them to reveal their identities, and she didn’t want Hood to feel that way either.

Did the mask hide an aspect of him from her? Yes. But did it change the fact that he was still her brother? No. Absolutely not!

There was an awkward silence after because of how embarrassed Hood was after hearing her words.

Trying to regain his “wounded manly pride”, as Marinette put it, Hood suggested, “Well, if you’re going to call me ‘Hood’, then I guess I’ll call you Pixie-Pop because of how tiny you are!”

“Hey! That’s mean!” Marinette exclaims, crossing her arms and turning away from him.

“Sorry…” replied Hood, though not sounding like he meant it at all.

Marinette harrumphed, but cracking one eye open to look at Hood, they held eye contact with each other for a moment before promptly bursting out into laughter.

That was the last sound Marinette remembered hearing, her and Hood’s mingled laughter, insterpersing with each other through the night.

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Marinette was torn from her thoughts by a finger poking her cheek.

“Nettieee,” Hood whined playfully, “What are you thinking about?”

“Oh! Nothing, nothing!” Marinette waved Hood’s finger away with a casual dismissal wave with her hand.

Placing her hands on her hips, she shook her finger at him, “Now, if you aren’t here for something serious then I’m going back inside. I have an essay to write!”

Hood stared at her blankly for a sliver of a second before laughing a deep and hearty laugh.

Marinette was confused, ‘Did she say something funny?’ She tilted her head.

After a few seconds, Hood was able to calm down a little and he managed between breaths, “Sorry… you were just… too funny. You… were trying… to look serious… but because of… how tiny you are… it totally ruined it!”

And then Hood burst into laughter again.

Marinette pouted. Poking Hood in the ribs, his laughs turned into complaints.

“Ouch! Stop that! I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have made fun of you!”

Finally satisfied with his apology, Marinette relented.

“Okay,” Hood panted. “As crazy as this may seem, I actually do have a reason for visiting you today.

You see, I’m going to be out of town for the next two weeks, so here’s a secure phone number you can contact me with.”

Hood handed her a note with a phone number scribbled on it: XXX - XXX - XX84

Marinette quickly adds the phone number to her contacts before ripping the piece of paper up and disposing of it in her trash can.

While she was doing that, Hood spoke again, “Here.”

He handed her a tiny little pin with his symbol on it.

“What is this,” Marinette inquired, not sure why Hood gave her this.

Hood grunted. “Bring that with you wherever you go. If you ever get cornered by some creep, just show that to them. They know what it means.”

Marinette teasingly said, “And what does it mean?”

“Uhh, it has my symbol on it, so others know that you’re one of my people and to not touch you.” Hood quietly mumbled while scratching his cheek and looking away.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware that I was one of your people.”

Hood turned to face her. “Of course you are! You’re my sister, so you’re under my protection! But since I’ll be away for a while, and I won’t be able to protect you myself, this is how I will!

No one would dare harm a single hair on your head if it meant provoking me.”

“While I appreciate the sentiment,” Marinette pouted, “Do you really have so little faith in my fighting capabilities? That I won’t be able to fend off any would-be attackers on my own?”

“N-no! Not at all! I was just一 I was just making sure you had all the protection you could get! I have no doubt in your skills, I simply wanted to give you an extra layer of security, for both your sake and mine.” Hood floundered, flapping his hands everywhere in the air.

“Calm down, Hood! I was just joking. I really do appreciate you thinking about me. You’re the best brother a girl could have!”

Hood turned scarlet and the tips of his ears were tinged pink because of her words.

“That said, since you’re the greatest brother in the whole wide world, could you take a look at my essay?” Marinette asked slyly, making sure to widen her eyes to make herself look really innocent and cute, while shining her puppy dog eyes at Hood.

“Of course! Anything for my little sister!” Hood exclaimed.

And the two siblings headed inside Marinette’s apartment.

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Marinette awoke with a start. She was blindfolded, and her hands were tied behind her back with a rope that dug into her skin really deep. Marinette was sure that if she got out of this position, there would be rope burn marks around her skin for weeks.

Where was she?

It had been a week since Hood had left, and she’d talked with him a few times.

The last thing Marinette remembered was ending a call with Hood before being surprised and ambushed by someone. Her attacker had held a rag up to her lips and nose and whatever drugs were in it had knocked her out.

Now that she thought about it, Marinette did feel a little drowsy. Her head hurt immensely, black spots danced before her eyes and it was making her nauseous.

Curious, who would kidnap her? More importantly, who had the guts to provoke the Red Hood by kidnapping someone under his protection?

These last few days, Marinette had been cornered into alleyways by criminals, but they’d always ceased and desisted whenever she flashed the Red Hood symbol at them. None of them wanted to be the target of the Red Hood’s ire by hurting one of his people.

But apparently, whoever had kidnapped her didn’t care at all. Meaning A, they were stronger than Hood so they didn’t fear him. Or B, they purposefully kidnapped her to make a statement, which Marinette sincerely hoped not.

Doing a quick surveillance of her surroundings, to try and surmise where she was, Marinette tried to see if she could smell anything. Marinette felt like she could smell smoke, like something was burning in the distance. There was also the overpowering smell of fish. That almost sent Marinette retching but it gave her a clue.

Was she down by the docks?

Trying to sniff the air again, Marinette found that she wasn’t able to. She was still high on whatever drugs she had inhaled and it made her nose extremely stuffy.

Changing tactics, Marinette strained her ears for any sound. But it was futile, all Marinette could hear was the furious ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump of her heart racing and the occasional drip of water leaking from the roof of whatever this place was into what Marinette assumed was an increasingly large puddle.

Marinette’s best guess was that her kidnapper(s) had knocked her out and then taken her to a discreet warehouse near the docks and they were waiting for her to wake up.

Suddenly, Marinette heard a thud-thud-thud from outside the room? she was in. Someone was approaching! Any drowsiness Marinette had before was quickly fading.

As Marinette heard the door handle rattle with a rat-tat-tat, she quickly feigned unconsciousness right as the door burst open.

Immediately, she heard two unfamiliar but undeniably male voices.

“She still not awake yet?”

“Yes sir, sorry sir! The drugs must’ve been too powerful.”

“Excuses, excuses! If she doesn’t wake up any time soon, I ‘ave half the mind to wake her myself.”

The way the first man said “wake” made Marinette barely suppress a shudder. She definitely didn’t like the suggestive tone his voice took on while saying that word.

“But sir! The boss said we weren’t to harm her!”

“Well, what ‘e doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im, will it?” The first man growled menacingly to the second.

“Of course, sir!”

Although Marinette didn’t like what she was hearing, she was able to learn a new piece of information. The two men who were currently in the room with her were probably just some hired goons. There was someone else in the shadows, pulling their strings, but who?

In all her time living in Gotham, Marinette couldn’t think of a single instance where she’d accidentally offended a bigshot in Gotham’s underworld.

Had she pissed off a few Gothamites with her too bright, too cheerful, and sunny disposition? More times than she could count! But would that actually warrant anybody hiring goons to kidnap her? Absolutely not!

Just then, Marinette heard a third voice interject in the two men’s conversation.

Sounding as if he was talking to the first man, the third voice said in a silky tone, “You weren’t about to go against my orders, were you? Because if I recall correctly, I specifically said that the target was not to be harmed. It will do me no good if she is.”

The first man audibly gulped while the second one stammered, “O-of course not, b-boss! ‘E was just一 he was just talking. He wasn’t planning on doin’ nothin’! I s-swear!”

“Y-yeah! What ‘e said!”

The third man chuckled, it was a deep, sinister laugh. “No need to get so worked up about it, you two. I was just joking. Surely you know the difference between a joke and actually meaning something, right?”

There was a dramatic whoosh! of air, as if the two men couldn’t shake their heads fast enough.

“Now, how exactly have you two imbeciles not realized that the target is awake and has been listening to our conversation? The. Whole. Time?”

Marinette broke out into a sweat. The first two men hadn’t noticed so how had he? From the way they addressed the third man, he must be the one who hired them!

She heard footsteps draw near her as one of the goons ripped the blindfold off of her.

Now Marinette had a full view of the room she was contained in.

Her previous guess was right, she was in a warehouse. Though this fact didn’t make Marinette’s stomach feel any less queasy.

Raising her head to look at the other occupants of the room, Marinette saw the two goons first. The two of them were dressed nearly identical, all black clothing and brown leather boots, though one of them had a nose piercing. They were pretty unremarkable as Marinette turned her attention away from them and focused on the person who had ordered her kidnapping in the first place.

Staring straight at him, he stared coldly right back at her.

He was masked, with a plain black domino mask, so all Marinette could see was the lower half of his face. He dressed immaculately in black clothing and had a hooded cloak on.

The two of them engaged in a deadly staring contest before his lips curled up into a sneer and he broke off eye contact by saying, “So this is the girl the Red Hood has been visiting recently?”

Breaking out into a loud voice, he uttered, “Are you sure you two got the right girl? She seems a bit young for the Red Hood. I would’ve thought he’d choose someone older, but I suppose he likes this type of thing.”

Marinette grit her teeth and she mustered up the strongest glare she could, just for him.

What was the point of saying things like this?

This man knew she was the one he wanted so why question her? He was mocking her, baiting her into taking action against him. Unfortunately for him, Marinette wouldn’t be provoked so easily.

Holding her head up high, Marinette thought to herself, ‘He would have to try harder than that if he wanted to get a reaction out of her.’

The man continued to speak. “You there! Give me your phone! We’ll need photographic evidence if we want the Red Hood to believe she’s actually here.”

Boldly, Marinette spoke up for the first time, “You can take whatever plans you have and shove them up your asses. The Red Hood’s not in Gotham.”

“Oh,” the man stares at her, intrigued. “And how would you know that? Did he tell you that when he last visited you?”

Marinette didn’t answer him and simply glared.

“Tut, tut! Why, has no one ever taught you any manners? Because I’m sure you’re supposed to answer back when Someone. Asks. You. A. Question.” The man suddenly leaned towards her and harshly grabbed her chin, tilting it up towards his face.

Ptui! Seeing her chance, Marinette spit in the man’s face. Distantly in the background, Marinette could see the second man start to tremble a great deal.

While the first man muttered, “Oh, she’s really done it now.”

Looking back up at the man in front of her, his once teasing aura had changed into a cold, deadly rage. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the spit on his face away before tossing it in the second man’s hands for him to dispose of.

His lips thinned into a small straight line as he said in a soft tone, “Think that’s funny, do you? I was joking earlier but really, you don’t know any manners at all! So someone ought to teach you.” The man’s voice took on a nasty edge at the end and Marinette was beginning to regret spitting at him.

Pah!

Marinette’s cheek stung greatly, the man had just slapped her. A raging fire burned underneath her skin and it was excruciating. Her cheek began to swell with redness but Marinette was numb to the pain, numb to everything.

She dully registered the man grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it with all his might.

“Not so brave now, eh?” The man paused for a moment to see how unattached Marinette’s eyes were to the world.

“Damn it! Can’t you take a little pain? I need you to be conscious for later! Why’s the Red Hood so interested in a weakling like you?”

The three men then tried all ways to make her come to. Soon, Marinette’s body was littered with bruises.

One of the men, Marinette didn’t know who, tried slapping her again. He continued to do that, hitting both of her cheeks over and over again in rapid succession. The man only stopped when he saw that no matter how many times he slapped her, or how much force he used, it would not break Marinette out of the trance she was in.

Then, the men tried pinching her face, arms, and legs. Yet again, their efforts bore no results. Frustrated, they finally lost their patience with her and started kicking and punching her.

“Stupid trash!” One of the men cursed.

“Why aren’t you waking up?”

“Useless!”

But the third man, their boss, interjected, “That’s enough! Do not waste your energy on the girl. She’s already injured enough. If you injure her further, that will just make the Red Hood furious and more homicidal. Her injuries right now are enough to make the Red Hood anxious and reckless but not enough to send him into a rage.”

And with that, he turned on his cloak and swept out the door.

After a few moments, the two men also left the room, slamming the door shut. Now, Marinette was all alone, her crumpled form sprawled across the concrete floor.

This whole time, Marinette could only barely register the harm being doled out to her person.

Marinette can’t really tell where she is right now, but something at the back of her mind whispers that it’s her happy place, a place where she can escape from everything and everyone. The voice is right, it’s like Marinette is detached from her body. Strangely, she can see what’s happening to it while experiencing it at the same time.

As the men shout at Marinette to snap out of it, her inner voice complains.

Why? Why would she ever want to wake up? She’s happy here, all warm and floaty, nothing can touch her now.

Including Lila, Chloe, and Sabrina.

Faintly, Marinette recalls experiencing the same airy and light feeling back when she was in collège and then in lycée.

Yes, Marinette remembers the confrontations in the girls’ bathroom. Sometimes it was all three of them, and other times it was just the one or pairs of them. No matter what, it always went the same.

Marinette would go to the bathroom, and then they would follow to corner her. The first few times, it was simple, locking her inside the stall and blocking the door so she couldn’t get out. But as time went on, the attacks escalated, especially after Alya moved away.

It started with a little slap here and there, or causing her to trip every so often, but before Marinette could realize, she began to get beat downs regularly. Both verbal and physical ones at that.

As much as Marinette wanted to tell someone about the pain she was suffering, who could she tell? Not only that, who would actually listen to her?

If she told a teacher or the principal, all Lila had to do was cry some crocodile tears or Chloe could just throw money at them to make them believe Marinette was lying.

And it’s not like she could tell her friends or parents either. Lila and Chloe had made it their personal duty to alienate Marinette from anyone and everyone. While the latter weren’t there anymore because her parents were dead.

Without anyone to turn to, Marinette accepted her fate. If she couldn’t prevent the beat downs, then she would just have to learn how to endure the pain.

So, whenever Marinette got cornered in the bathroom, she knew what to do. Marinette withdrew herself from the world, forgot where she was, who she was, and let herself get lost in the floaty feeling of freedom.

After Marinette discovered this method of escape, she found it helped to decrease the durations of the beat downs. Afterall, what was the point of repeatedly kicking, punching, and scratching her if she didn’t respond?

That’s why, after years of experiencing beat downs by the trio, Marinette knew to detach herself from her mind as soon as the man swung the palm of his hand towards her cheek.

And now, all Marinette had to do was wait it out. She could do that. Marinette had been waiting all her life for someone to appreciate her, for someone to take the load off of her instead of the other way around, for someone who understood all the pain and trauma she carried. So what’s adding one more thing to the list to wait for?

So Marinette persisted and she waited… and waited… and waited. And finally, they got tired of hurting her and left.

Willing herself to return to her body, Marinette’s eyes became lively again. But she was hit full force with the pain of the injuries given to her.

“Ughnnn,” Marinette moaned in pain. But she was quick to muffle her mouth lest one of the men hear her.

Marinette felt like her leg was on fire. The men stepping on her body must’ve broken it. As Marinette lay head to the floor, her vision was spotty, and she found herself unable to keep her eyes open for long periods of time.

Her head was ringing with an annoying and persistent white buzzing sound.

Marinette tried to lift her head up off the ground but she was hit with a sudden bout of dizziness. The entire world was spinning off its axis and it took some time for Marinette to get everything back into control again.

Very drained, Marinette couldn’t do anything except lay uselessly on the concrete floor, fading in and out of consciousness.

Just then, Marinette heard some shouts from outside the door and the sound of multiple guns shooting from different areas all at once.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BAM! BAM! BOOM!

As quick as the fighting had started, it soon ended in a flash.

At this point, Marinette was barely awake, although she was panicking. Whoever had attacked was heading her way. She could hear the pounding footsteps, thud-thud-thud, as they came to a stop outside the door.

Marinette heard them pause before, CRASH! They had kicked the door open. Marinette was blacking out and paid no attention to what they were saying as they ran towards her and knelt down by her side.

But she could make out the words, “Pixie! … hurt… stay awake… hold on!”

With one final thought, Marinette mustered up the last of her strength to weakly choke out, “H-hood?” And then she passed out.

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Marinette blearily opened her eyes and was surprised to see that her location had changed. She thrashed against the blankets she was wrapped in due to the confusion.

A calming voice held a hand to her forehead while patting her back and whispering, “Shh, shh! You’re okay! You’re safe now! Don’t worry!”

Marinette slowly lay down in the bed she was in before realizing where she was. Eyes staring straight up at the ceiling fixated on the familiar drawing up there, Marinette realized with a start, ‘She was in her room! But how?’

Marinette darted her eyes from left to right, catching the blue-green eyes of a stranger staring intently at her. This was the person who had calmed her down when she’d woken up earlier. Looking at him curiously, Marinette wondered who he was.

Although she knew she should be scared that there was an unfamiliar male in her room, Marinette couldn’t find it within herself to care. Plus, Marinette’s inner instincts told her that this man was trustworthy so Marinette went with it.

Marinette felt very tired and extremely sore.

The stranger had bandaged her wounds while she was sleeping, proving he was a good person.

However, Marinette could also feel that her clothes had been changed, had he done that for her too? Marinette sincerely hoped not.

Because it was one thing to dress someone’s wounds while they were sleeping but it was a whole different story if he had undressed her when she couldn’t give him her consent.

Be that as that might, Marinette was simply too exhausted to care. The man’s face seemed to resemble someone she knew and judging by his aura, he bore no evil intentions towards her.

So Marinette let herself succumb back to the darkness, to the warmth of the blankets wrapped around her as her mind joyously hissed, ‘Yes! Sleep…”

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Marinette jolted awake, she immediately sat up straight and noticed that she was still in her room.

When she had woken up earlier, Marinette had thought that waking up in her room was just something she had imagined. Something her brain had conjured up because of the safety of her room in the midst of all the danger she was in.

Marinette examined her room and once again, the stranger was there. Only now, he was asleep, his head down on his shoulders, leaning down on her bed.

Well, well, well, how the tables turn.

Looking closely at the stranger, Marinette noticed the dusty freckles littered across his skin. He had a very sharp jawline and something about his face unsettled her. The man also had black hair with a thin, wispy, white hair stroke that was currently ruffled due to his sleeping position.

He shifted in his sleep and Marinette quickly turned her head away, so as to not be caught staring. But the man did not wake up.

Marinette noticed that hanging on the back of the chair he was sitting on, there was a very familiar leather jacket. Marinette gasped unintentionally.

That’s the leather jacket she’d personally made for Hood after his old one started fraying!

Then, Marinette spotted something in the periphery of her eye. Sitting on the carpet on the ground next to the chair, was Hood’s red helmet!

What was it doing here? Unless…

Like a fog was suddenly lifted from her brain, Marinette connected all the dots. Hearing Hood call her name right before she passed out, waking up to a stranger with a familiar face, and seeing Hood’s gear in her room! There was no doubt about it! This strange man currently snoring away at her bedside was Hood, her brother!

Although Marinette was glad to know that it wasn’t a random stranger who had saved her and instead her brother, a part of Marinette twinged with guilt. Hood probably didn’t intend for her to find out his identity. He’d most likely taken his mask off because he was beginning to feel tired and because she wouldn’t be watching!

Oh, Marinette felt particularly horrible right now. She knew Hood was hesitant about sharing his true identity and Marinette had always told him he could share it on his own terms. But now Marinette had gone and taken his choice away!

And now, Hood was going to wake up and realize she’d seen his face. Then, he would get really angry at her and declare they weren’t brother and sister anymore! He’d demand for her to give up his phone number and the pin that signaled she was under his protection! After that, he would avoid her and there would be no more late night balcony visits!

And Marinette would be so depressed, just going through college and staying in her apartment all the time. But then, one night, Marinette would be out on her balcony before Hood suddenly came and demanded that she sign an NDA so she wouldn’t give up his identity and then he would disappear! Marinette would probably never see him again!

Suddenly, there was a hand with a gentle but firm grip on her arm. Hood softly said, “Stop worrying. I’m sure whatever it is that’s causing you such distress isn’t as important as you’re making it out to be.”

Marinette jerked back out of surprise. In all her catastrophizing, Marinette hadn’t noticed that the object of all her worry had woken up.

“But it is!” Marinette whined. “Your mask is off and now I know what you look like even though you didn’t want me to and now you’re going to be so angry and we won’t be brother and sister anymore and then you’ll leave me until one day you’ll show up to demand that I leave so I’ll need to pack up everything without even finishing college and一”

“Mmph!” Marinette was cut off when Hood clamped her mouth shut.

“There, have you finally calmed down now?” Hood asked good naturedly.

Because Marinette couldn’t speak with his hand muffling her mouth, she settled for a huff and crossed her arms.

“Right, sorry, I had to make sure you would listen to me.” Said Hood while he released his hand from her mouth. “Now, why would I ever do that to you?

I took off my mask because I’m ready to show you who I really am. You’ll always be my little sister, no matter what. So you don’t need to worry about me being angry with you. The reason I didn’t want to tell you my real identity was because I was scared you wouldn’t accept me.”

Marinette opened her mouth to protest but Hood spoke again. “I know you would but I was still afraid.

Coming back to Gotham only to learn that you’d been kidnapped was one of the scariest things I’ve ever gone through. Breaking into that warehouse and finding your broken and bruised body sprawled all over the floor made me realize just how much you mean to me.

So, I won’t hide who I am anymore because you’re just that important to me.”

Marinette didn’t know what to say so she just asked Hood this, “How did you find me anyway? I thought you were still busy with whatever it was you were doing.”

“I uhh, I finished early because I was excited to come back to you.” Hood mumbled, his face turning scarlet.

“As for your other question, I just want you to know that before I tell you this, I just had your best interests at heart.”

Unsure of what to say, Marinette simply nodded.

“Well, you know the pin I gave you right? I might’ve put a tracker in it that would notify me if you were ever in trouble.” Hood trailed off nervously.

“I’m really sorry! What I did totally violated your trust and you’ll probably never want to speak with me again. But I don’t regret giving you the tracker.” Hood stated firmly.

“If I hadn’t known your location and gotten to you when I did, I’m 100% sure that you would’ve died. So, as much as you may hate me for this, I’m glad that it was able to save your life.”

Now it was Marinette’s turn to comfort Hood. “Hey一 hey. Snap out of it. You just told me to do the same not even a minute ago. It’s okay, I don’t hate you.

Your actions were a bit overboard and they may have crossed a line, but I still love you. Would I have preferred you told me before giving the tracker to me? Yes, but that doesn’t mean you still aren’t my goofy, literature nerd brother. I understand why you did what you did.

And, you’re right, if you hadn’t got there in time, I would be dead. So thank you, no matter how unorthodox your methods were, you still saved my life.

Now, stop worrying about it. I want to get to know who my big brother is under the mask!”

“Right, so, whaddya want to know?”

“Oh, I don’t know, what about your name? It’s not like the only thing I know you by is “Hood”, right?” Marinette drawled in a sarcastic tone.

Hood chuckled. “I hear ya!”

Holding out his hand for Marinette to shake, Hood introduced himself. “Hello, I’m Jason Todd. It’s nice to meet you.”

Marinette shook Hood’s Jason’s hand. Looking back up at him, Marinette thought Jason looked like he was expecting for her to say something.

“Err, nice to meet you too? Um, my name’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

Jason continued to wait for something, but what? This was making Marinette more confused by the second.

“Uhh, are you expecting me to say something else?” Marinette asked, unsure.

“You mean to say that you don’t recognize my name, or at least my face?”

Marinette winced. “No, should I?”

“It’s fine. It’s just that, you know Bruce Wayne right? He owns Wayne Enterprises and he’s famous for being a playboy.” Marinette nodded.

“And he has two sons, Dick Grayson, his eldest, and more recently, Tim Drake. But what most people don’t know, or care to remember, is that he had a son before Tim Drake, but he died.”

It suddenly dawned on her. “You一 you’re the second son! But how? If you say you died, then how are you alive?”

“Well,” Jason scratched the back of his neck. That movement was just so Adrien, that it made Marinette’s heart pang in sadness. “I don’t really know how either. It was just, one day, I woke up in my grave and the next thing I knew, I was standing before a pool of acidic green water一”

“The Lazarus Pits,” Marinette said breathlessly.

“Wha一 How do you know about them?” Jason asked, but his question went ignored.

She’d heard about them from Plagg and Tikki before. They were the result of a wish made by a man named Ra’s Al Ghul when he combined the Ladybug and Cat miraculi. Marinette had heard all about the after effects of using the Pits and was saddened to know that her brother had been subjected to that.

Throwing herself at Jason, Marinette hugged him tightly. Mumbling on his shoulder, “You don’t need to continue on. I know all about the Pits,” she spat out that word, “so it’s fine.”

Caught off guard, Jason awkwardly patted Marinette’s back.

He groaned, “This is another thing about Paris, isn’t it? You know, after hearing all the freaky shit you went through while living there, I’m actually scared to approach another Parisian other than you.”

Marinette snorted. “Well excuse me, Monsieur-I-Died-But-Came-Back-Again! You’re terrifying too, especially when you’re in your Red Hood get up!”

Jason sputtered, “That一 that’s not the same!”

Pulling back from Jason, Marinette raised a single eyebrow, “Is it?”

He started stuttering out words that Marinette couldn’t make out until she held a finger to his lips. Clasping both his cheeks in her hands, Marinette pulled Jason’s face closer to hers.

“Alright, alright! We’re both equally frightening. And because we’re both on the same level, you don’t need to feel like you need to protect me all the time. You’ve done a lot for me, so let me help you too. I am just as capable of protecting you as you are me!”

Jason cooed at her, “Aww! You do care! I love you too, Pixie-Pop!”

Seeing Marinette’s glare, he added, “How ‘bout this? We both protect each other. That way, we can both be safe.”

Marinette’s glare softened as she pulled Jason in for another hug. Although the height difference left Marinette to be crushed into Jason’s chest, Marinette felt that it was comforting. Nuzzling into Jason’s broad and warm chest, he ran his gentle fingers through her hair.

It was delightful, Jason took special care to not hurt her and whenever his fingers ran into a knot or tangle, he would very carefully untangle it. Marinette loved the sensation of his fingers combing through her hair, of the feeling it provided when his fingernails lightly scratched against her scalp. The way he massaged her hair was so pleasurable that Marinette purred.

“What are you, a cat?” Jason chuckled.

Annoyed, Marinette batted her hand at Jason’s chin and he said, “Well, at least you’re my cat.”

Satisfied with his response, Marinette settled back into Jason’s warmth, happy with the knowledge that she would always be safe in her brother’s arms.

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@jasonette-july-event

[milesormira]

Three of the brothers of obey me reacts to mc who looks weak but very buff,

Little note, look at my bio, yes I'm new to it.

Asmo 💕

One look at you and said you were made to be with his side 24/7

"Oh look how cute you are, *squishes you're face*"

"Asmo let go of my cheeks."

One lunch break he left to take a call from Luci, but came back with blooded knuckles and a cut to a cheek. A demon below them was asking for mercy.

He had to drag you away and took you to bandage you up, as you sat down on a chair and he took care of you're cut on the cheek. Your hands are now bandaged

"I'm sorry..they were talking bad about you and I couldn't help my anger..I just had to do it. I don't like it when they call you names..I don't want you're smile to be gone" mc said while looking down, and looking in his eyes.

"Mc..I don't care what they say to me, look at your cheek its ruin and you're poor knuckles..I don't care what they say I just want you safe sweetheart," asmo said and kissed mc's forehead. Mc smiled and promised.

Beel 🧡

The baby really just looked at you and took over Mammon's job to look after you just in case, you two were sweethearts. You offered him sweets he offered you hugs, you two were the ray of sunshine in RAD,

He went to get more food and came back with a big mountain of food but dropped it to the floor and runned to hold you back, you were saying some not so good words to a demon and breaking his face structure, broke one of his horns and he was just now curled up as beel held a screaming and angry mc.

You are now being lectured in the living room of HoL and looking down with scowl and protested some of Lucifer's comments a time or two. But the time you went back to you're room, you expected no one there and just hug you're pillow to sleep again. But no

Beel was holding some pudding and some tubs of ice cream, you sighed and sat down your chair in your room and ate some ice cream and pudding talking about how you looked but had a very tough personality,

"Well mainly I only did some push ups when I was twelve but when I reached sixteen, oh hahaha I lifted some weights, and had a good exercise, if you want we can both workout together?"

Baby was looking at you with joy and sparkles in his eyes, "yes please" he said mouth full of ice cream,

Belphie (took me five tries to memories his name before searching in Google) 💜

He though he could easily manipulate you but was wrong, you slam dunked this lazy cow.

When his grip on hugging you was oof, you pushed him away and tanned down. He groaned and tanned after you, but before he could go out of his room he fainted,

When he woke up he was in beels and his room, on beels bed. He heard loud noises downstairs and wobbled there to investigate and saw you being held back by mammon as Lucifer was being held back by beel

"So you fucking think that I did that on surprises, HE WANTED TO KILL ME!" you yelled and he looked at Lucifer

"ITS STILL NOT A EXCUSE HOW YOU DROP-KICKED BELPHIE IN THE FACE AND HE FAINTED!"

Yeah he was all watching it while Satan was watching from afar but was hesitant if he should just make Lucifer sleep or calm mc

[zillyeh]

Storm Season (1/???)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 1749

Content warning: N/A

Synopsis: Voss comes back from the fleet and makes a new friend. :)

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The docks of Delhon rarely saw fleet ships returning, but when they did it was so often for bad reasons. After all, returning soldiers tended to… shy away from reuniting with their lovely home city. For whatever reason.

Voschi watched the docks from a few streets up, the ship that just dumped him and a few others back to Alternia buzzing with trolls ready for liftoff. Cigarettes had been the first thing he’d gotten once his land legs were back, and this uphill corner store had the best vantage point. It was… bittersweet, to say the least. Not being allowed back. Ever. The nuisance he’d made of himself was apparently too much to keep around after his mysterious, doubly fatal accident. Not enough to leave him dead, though. He’d miss his position, the degree of respect he was owed. And maybe Vassal. A little.

Yet the freedom of being bound to pavement once more was… exhilarating. The rude, aggressive sounds of the upper city, the loud argument about something happening a few streets over… There was something beautiful about Delhon’s crust. Homey. Comforting. But perhaps that was the cigarettes- cheap lung rippers that he’d missed more than anyone he’d ever known here. It probably wasn’t good for him in the long run, especially considering his semi-recent recovery from some major head trauma, but it felt good now. 

Right now, this was all that mattered, loitering outside this corner store with his bag slung over his shoulder. Worrying about the rest of his life wouldn’t do him any good, and yet... Did he still have a hive, even? He hadn’t been gone that long, but still… Considering the circumstances of his, er, discharge, he hadn’t exactly been set up with anything substantial.

“Spare a light?” Came a voice, shaking him out of his thoughts. It took a moment for him to realize that was addressed to him, and another to fully take in who it belonged to. His heart jumped, setting off his pulse in ways he hadn’t felt in a good long while.

A young-but-still-older-than-him anon. Clearly jade though, judging by the fangs. He had gorgeous, long curly hair, with a bit of chin… scruff felt too… low class for him, but that’s what it was. He was far too well put together for this part of town. Too… buttoned up and tucked in and shiny. Voschi’s mouth was almost too dry to answer him.

“You’re too pretty too be smoking.” He replied, more hoarse than usual. The troll laughed, his fangs shifting with his lips in an absolutely fascinating way.

“No would suffice, sweetheart.” He said, an amused smile perking up the corners of his mouth. “Suppose I’ll go have to buy another lighter, then…”

“Wait- no, here-” Voschi fumbled in his jacket pocket, thoroughly caught off guard by sweetheart. “Sorry, I just- here it is.” The troll held out his cigarette for Voschi, who struggled to remember how lighters worked for far too long not to notice. This guy was weirdly patient, at least.

“Thank you, baby.” He said daintily, with a flutter of his eyes. “What brings you to-”

The sudden, loud rip of the fleet transfer ships engine stopped the whole street as it took off from the water. Voss winced hard as it rattled his damaged head. Definitely wasn’t going to be missing that one any time soon. 

“My, that answers that question.” Grumbled Voss’ smoking buddy, unfurling his massive ears from under his hands. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and blew out an annoyed cloud of smoke. 

“Worse on the inside.” Voss snorted. “Believe me.”

“Going to have to.” The anon sighed, eyeing the ship’s ascent back to its mother, just barely visible in the thick atmosphere over Delhon. “Never had the luxury myself.”

“Quite the luxury.” Voschi said with a roll of his eyes. “They really roll out the pink carpet when they toss you back out, big ol’ thing. Lucky I could drag myself outta the adoring public when I did.”

“Oof, bitter are we?”

“Little bit.” Voschi eyed this stranger. The heel of his shoes made him just taller than him, and they were nice. Sexy. Expensive, as sexy often was. The stance was… relaxed, subtly intimidating, all too familiar. “Surprised you never been up though. You got an air about you, mister.”

“An air, sweetheart?” He asked, quirking a thick eyebrow.

“Authoritative type. You definitely been bossin’ people around for a hot minute.” 

“Oh, have I?” The way he watched Voschi was careful, curious, perhaps a bit excited somewhere in there too. “I'd like to hear your theories.” Voschi scratched the scar on his chin and hummed.

“Lemme see… Not fleet, less you’re lying to me for some reason, in the wrong part of town to be the overlord of some office building even though you sure look like you could be. You could be a cop. Or a caverns overseer.”

“Caverns?” He interjected before Voss could pitch another guess. Voschi shrugged.

“C’mon man, it’ll take a lot more than a couple of grey contacts to hide the scent of jade. Fangs I coulda given you- if they were stationary. Plus jadebloods are always prettier, in my experience.”

The “anon” put his hands on his hips and clicked his tongue, looking somewhere between annoyed and impressed. Of course Voss was right, because rarely was he wrong. A sense of pride- smugness really- he hadn’t felt in a while bubbled up inside him. 

“Fascinating. They let you go?”

“Gets annoying after a while, apparently.” He said nonchalantly as he could with a crooked smirk crawling up the side of his lips. “Got a smart ass mouth on me.”

“Oh I can see that, detective.” Mr. Totally Not Jade hummed, almost to himself. “Looks like someone tried to fix that too, huh?” Voss laughed and ran his tongue across that scar, the one marring his lip to the edge of his chin.

“This?” He asked, with a grin. “Yeah, got this one mouthing off to a cop down here a while ago. Mighta deserved it, but still wasn’t very nice.”

“Poor mouthy baby.” He tutted. “Well I do hope that mouth of yours doesn’t get you into any more trouble back planetside, sweetheart. Hate to see you all ripped up Mr…”

“Horjan. No, you can call me Voschi, Voss. Whatever.”

“Oh that’s pretty. Voschi.” The way he said Voss’ name made him shiver. Nearly blush, even. Maybe that was the weather, though.

“Uh, thanks, Mr…”

“Aarika.” Mr. Aarika said, extending a hand. “Mr. Aarika works fine.”

“Uh huh.” Voss said, shaking that hand and… not exactly confirming his blood color theory. Freezing hands like that meant one of two things, and he didn’t like Mr. Aarika for a fish. Though you could definitely fit fins in those ears of his...

“Rainbowdrinker?”

“Gracious you’re observant, Voschi.” Aarika said, daring to boop him on the nose. “Perhaps too much for your own good.”

“Had my hands on a couple of you before.” Voschi shrugged, feeling his heart beat just a bit faster. “Cadavers too, ‘bout the same temperature. Drinkers are warmer though. Slightly.”

“I can see how this could be annoying now.” 

Voss laughed harder than he ought to at that. Mr. Aarika didn’t seem too awfully annoyed, but his smile was… less now. 

“Sorry, been a while since I got a chance to flex the old mind.” Voss stretched his beanie down over his forehead a bit more, as much as his horns would allow. He could feel that new… feature of his starting to peek out. It was both ugly and didn't react well to the winter Delhon air.

“Oh it’s fine, sweetheart.” Aarika said with a wave of his hand. “I suppose you’re going to go use your powers of deduction for good now that you're back, hm?”

“Nah.”

“No? Then what on Alternia are you going to use that big brain of yours for?”

“Dunno what’s up with me after I leave this street corner.” Voss shrugged. “Kind been avoiding thinking about it, honestly.” Mr. Aarika tapped his chin, something of a pout pursing his pretty lips.

“Well that’s rather concerning to hear, honey.” He said, snubbing the butt of his cigarette out on the wall. “Back to Alternia and no place to go doesn’t sound exactly ideal. Especially in this city.”

“Mmh,” Voss hummed. “Don’t I know it.” He half wondered if that was revealing too much. Temporarily homeless and no plans felt far too… victim-y, especially now considering the circumstances of Mr. Aarika’s… diet. Alleged diet? There did seem to be some genuine concern furrowing his brow- or close to it. Hard to read that far into his honesty this early. 

Aarika checked his expensive looking watch- diamonds? That felt far above a cop’s paygrade-  and sighed.

“Well look, Voschi, I’ve got to go but I do hope you figure something out.” His fangs poked up when he bit his lip, seemingly unsure about reaching into his jacket pocket as he did so. Voss watched him curiously as he produced a… card?

“I like you.” He said, twirling the shiny gold thing between his fingers. “If you find yourself too out of luck you can call me, sweetheart. I’m sure we could figure something out.” 

“Bit sudden, Mr. Aarika.” Voss said, quirking an eyebrow but taking the card regardless. It was thick and pale yellow with shiny gold accents. It kind of reminded Voss of a marble column. The text on the front said “Aarika” in fancy gold script, along with a couple different methods of contact. The back had a logo that he swore he’d seen before, but couldn’t quite place.

“Oh feel free to rip that up if my eagerness makes you uncomfortable, darling.” He said with a wave of his hand. “I just can't stand to see a handsome young man down and out.”

“Don’t think I’ll go quite that far.” Voss slipped the card into the pocket with his thin wallet. “Uh, thanks, though. ‘Preciate the offer Mr. Aarika. I’ll see what I can do for myself first.”

“Of course.” He said with a nod. “I do hope I’ll see you around regardless, Voschi. Ciao.”

“Uh, yeah bye.” Voss watched him leave, deeply fascinated by what the hell just happened. At least now he was certain about one thing. He was going to have to call Mr. Aarika at least once, just to hear him say his name again.

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Empires on the Horizon XIV

Jason is a CEO: Part XIV

masterlist for other parts, more jercy, bad headcanons, and an abundance of crackships

SURPRISE!!! i finally got my laptop back and thankfully they didn’t have to wipe anything so i still had all my work! Between you and me i was more worried about all my fanfics than my uni work...... But I’ve learned my lesson. Do everything on google docs now!! Anyway this is a Percy POV and i hope you enjoy because i’ve missed this little universe more than you could possibly know and we’re finally (only fourteen chapters later) getting to the jercy part of this fic?! LOL it’s been wild.

i know i’m releasing a ton of fanfics at the moment so i hope you guys don’t feel overwhelmed. You know i adore your comments and thoughts but please don’t feel pressured to read all the fics i’m posting. I’ve just had a lot of time in the last weeks so it’s been easier to create. Please take care  of yourself, i love you very much and i hope you have a magical holiday season!

Percy Jackson stretched his legs out in front of him and draped a blanket over them. There were few things he indulged in, but a good plane seat was one of them. He was spoilt for it but having the space to lay his unreasonably tall body down for eight hours seemed like a worthy investment. The announcements that continuously filtered through the crackly speakers were background noise as the bustle of people getting to their seats flowed throughout the cabins. He stared out his little window at the neon-jacketed guides and airport officials directing people to wherever they needed to be. He loved watching people just do things. There was something calming about knowing others weren’t interested in him in any way. That people got on with their lives despite the turmoil nobody knew about.

A flight attendant stopped next to him with a polite smile, “Champagne sir?”

“No thank you, a water please. Too early for alcohol.” He grimaced.

Mirth danced in her eyes as she glanced up at the rest of the passengers, some dangling flutes between their fingers. “Absolutely sir, anything else?”

He shook his head, before leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. His pre-flight ritual, which consisted of him snuggling as comfortably as possible it his seat and trying to fall asleep, was already behind. The presence of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed CEO taking up the scattered pieces of his mind. It was crazy to think they had met almost a year ago, crazier still to think that about how much they had changed in that time. Percy at least felt like a completely different person to the one who had stepped off a plane from Hawaii all those months ago and attended his alma mater’s dinner. Although the university had surprised them with plaques honouring their contributions, it was seeing Jason Grace, learning about him that felt like the real reward. Hell, he was only half joking when he said he’d marry the guy the next Tuesday.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We will be taking off shortly. In the meantime please turn your attention to the screens in front of you for a video detailing the safety measures you will need to know while aboard this flight.”

He blinked back into the world and turned half his attention to the screen and the other half to locating the blonde he couldn’t seem to keep away from. He knew the safety briefings by heart, but he always felt bad for not paying attention. Someone worked hard to make those. He didn’t spot Jason in the two minutes the video played and then it was too late because the plane gave a low rumble and suddenly, they were lurching into motion. His heart climbed to his throat and he gripped his fingers underneath the blanket.

“Okay Percy,” He mouthed to himself, “You can do this. It’s at most fifteen minutes of instability and then you’ll be up in the air and you won’t even feel it.”

“Just fifteen minutes.” He kept repeating, taking deep shaky breaths. “Fifteen minutes.”

The plane jaggered down the runway, slow enough that he could still read the road signs indicating altitudes and compass directions and all sorts of fun information he didn’t care about. He felt the huge machine turn into the long stretch of tar that led them to the sky and his stomach clenched painfully. This was always the worst part. Take off. It felt like his entire body flew off with the plane while he stuck to the ground, superglue cementing him to the floor with no escape. He didn’t feel free. He felt torn.

The plane gave a horrible lurch and then it was screaming down the runway, grass and yellow lines blurring past them. They were going so fast he’s sure they’d break the sound barrier. He squeezed his eyes shut. Knuckles white as he twisted his hands together. The plan flew down the road and into the sky. His whole body felt suspended in space. He wanted to come down. He didn’t want to be here. Even with his eyes closed he could feel how high they were. He hated it.

Slowly, the plane started to level out until he felt his body realign: feet under him, hands beside him, head above him. He opened his eyes, spots dancing in his vision as they got used to the light once more. The seatbelt sign dinged above him, and a series of clicks followed. People got up to use the bathroom and grab things from the overhead compartments. He wasn’t going to get up until he was out of this plane. So he shoved his headphones over his ears and pressed play.

I will always love you how I do

Let go of a prayer for you

Just a sweet word

He gazed out the window, clouds close enough to whisper to, and his lips pulled up in a soft smile. The sky was beautiful. It just sucked that they had to get into a death trap to get to it. With his ocean eyes pinned to the balls of cotton hanging in the blue expanse his mind drifted. Reyna. He blinked. It was almost shameful how little he had thought of her since their breakup considering their year together. She had taught him tai quan do and baked him blueberry tarts. They had escaped to a little bubble in the forest and watched the leaves turn brown as they tumbled in bed. He knew she tapped her right foot when she was annoyed but her left fingers danced when she was excited. He knew she liked her eggs fried hard because she didn’t have time for sloppy yolk, but she liked them scrambled soft because it meant a richer croissant. But despite this she did not light his soul on fire. And he did not light hers either. They were merely striking matches without wood to burn. He heaved a sigh as he watched the threads of his relationship flutter before his eyes and fell asleep to them disappearing in gold strands leaking into the clouds. He succumbed to the bright sun and the soft warmth of memories and he didn’t wake until a loud announcement gave the signal that they were landing.

It was over so fast he didn’t have time to panic and he was grateful. Finally he was collecting his bags and walking out. A driver with his surname scribbled on a plaque stood front and center and with a quick flash of his ID and a hello they were piling into the car. He didn’t get a chance to see the blonde beauty, but the island was small and time was a plenty. They would find each other again.

“To the hotel sir?”

“Yes Luca, and then please stick around for half an hour. It’s just a quick freshen before I go to work. We have a lab meeting.”

The man nodded and then focused on the busy Italian streets they were navigating. He took in the colours and sounds as they whizzed by. It felt like a different universe. People were loud and excited and full of life and the little markets seemed to pull energy from the sun and direct it into joy. He wanted to tell Luca, to pull over, screw work, and take in the beauty of this little section of the world. But his phone buzzed in his pocket and he knew with a disappointed sinking in his chest that adventure would have to wait.

“Hello Percy,” Rachel Elizabeth Dare bubbled, ‘I assume you’ve arrived?”

“Yes Rach,” He sighed but amusement caught between his lips, “Have you got news for me?”

“No,” She sounded suspicious, “Why would I have news for you?”

“Because you only track my exact times when you want something but you’re too scared to ask me so you wait till I’m halfway across the country before asking.” He wanted to laugh as she made an indignant sound.

“Okay fine,’ She grumbled, “I wanted to know if I could close up the scuba for the weekend. I met a girl and i wanted to go out on Friday night with her.”

He couldn’t hold in his laugh any longer, “Of course you can Rachel. But I’m curious to know…” He trailed off.

“Ugh you are impossible.” He could imagine her eye roll so vividly. “It’s Clarisse. The principal from your old school.”

“Well, well, well,” He grinned, “I better be getting premium seats to the wedding.”

“Why does everything always end in weddings for you?” She groaned.

“Scuse me for wanting a happily ever after.” He scrunched his face, “Oh and guess who’s here?”

“Is this a good guess or a bad one?”

“Good.” He smiled, “Very good.”

She gasped, speaker crackling at his ear, “Tell me!”

“Jason Grace.”

“What?” She squealed, “Are you guys going to have hot rebound sex and then realise you like each other more than just casual fuck-buddies and end up getting married and adopting like six children?”

He burst with amusement, “Slow down there Rach. I know I throw around the marriage idea, but kids seem like a big commitment.”

“You right,” She said decidedly, “Kids are a lot of effort. Just get married then. But no eloping!” He pictured the crease in her freckled brows. “I want to be a bridesmaid.”

“Can’t promise anything,” He giggled.

“Perseus Jackson!” She scolded.

“Oof the full name.”

“I will tell your mother and she will kick your ass.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed, “No eloping. I have to go. But remember to take the keys for the scuba with you. We do not need the fire department breaking the door again.”

She grumbled about hating him and then blew him a kiss and ended the call. With a smile still playing on his lips he thanked Luca and rushed into the hotel. Thankfully the check in was painless and fast and he was stumbling into his room in no time. He barely had time to appreciate the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows and the ocean view it laid out before him. He promised himself he would take the time when he got back.

Quickly he hopped into the shower cursing when he realised he’d forgotten to take his socks off. With a horrified shudder he peeled them off and chucked them into the laundry basket, thankful it gets emptied every day. The water beat against his back, fogging up the glass and calming the racing in his veins. He gave himself the luxury of one extra minute to just take a deep breath and screw his head back onto his shoulders and then he jumped out and shoved on a pair of black slacks and a white button down. He didn’t bother to do the top few buttons, figuring he’d have time in the car. Instead he fastened a watch to his wrists, rolled up the sleeves till they sat at his forearms– any attempt to bear the Italian heat– and then he slid his feet into a pair of sleek ankle boots and mussed his damp curls. With half a moments glance at the mirror to make sure his face didn’t have patches of sun-cream and his collar was straight he grabbed his briefcase and walked out.

Glancing at his watch distractedly he rounded the corner, only to bump right into a hard chest.

“Oh,” He frowned, stepping back into a door. “Jason.”

“Hey,” The blonde smiled, “What a coincidence?” He laughed.

“You’re staying here?” It was really starting to feel like the universe was trying to tell him something.

‘Yep,” He gave a shy smile, blue gaze bright. “Guess you’re going to see a lot more of me then you expected huh?”

“I think you may be at more of a disadvantage than me.”

Jason looked at him, eyes dragging from his face down his body and eventually dropping to his shoes. Percy gave an involuntary shiver as the blonde tracked the same slow pace back up. “I think this could be very advantageous.”

“If you don’t stop staring at me like that I’m going to be very late for my meeting.”

He laughed, the previous sultriness giving away to a sparkle and flashing white teeth, “See you around Jackson.” He started walking away.

“Wait!” Percy called, “Date? Tonight? We can explore the city together?”

Jason smiled as bright as diamonds, “Sounds fun. Meet you in the bar at?”

He realised their time depended on when his meeting finished and suddenly, he wanted to cancel the whole thing and start now. ‘Seven thirty?”

“See you there. And have a good meeting.”

The blonde walked away, and Percy felt this time like he was floating away while his body remained superglued to the floor. He wanted to live in this feeling. Because this did not feel like being torn apart. This felt like coming home.

The elevator dinged down the passage and he crashed back to reality. With a string of curse words he raced for it and jumped in just as the doors began to close.

The meeting and subsequent lab tour felt endless and he concentrated on little less than half of what was being said, his mind more interested on the things waiting for him at the hotel, the person. But eventually it was over and him and Luca were cruising towards the Casa de Vita.

“Anything else you need sir?” His driver looked at him from the rear-view mirror as they turned into the hotel road.

“Recommend any good places for a first date?”

“Already met a lady sir?” Luca’s dark eyebrows almost touched his hairline in surprise.

“A man actually.”

The Italian chuckled, nodding his head as if in on some invisible joke, “The Tesora. It is just down the path and near the ocean.”

“Thank you Luca, have a goodnight.”

“And you sir.” Luca winked before peeling out of the entrance and fading into the setting sun.

Percy strolled to his room with a smile on his face, lost in a world full of possibilities. It was unsurprising then that he didn’t see the extra bag against the wall, or the shoes neatly placed by the door that weren’t his.

He took off his watch and undid the few buttons on his shirt, head lost to the glimmer of the ocean. He let his shirt fall open as he slipped off his shoes and walked towards the windows. The view really was spectacular. No matter how much he travelled it always blew his mind the places that existed, that he had yet to learn of. It was irresistible. It was perfect. It didn’t fail to cross his mind that the ocean was the exact same colour as a certain pair of gorgeous blue eyes. He blinked the image away, turning around, and his gaze landed on that exact aquamarine gaze.

“Jason?” He gasped, clutching his chest in surprise. “What are you doing in my room?��

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Mi Corazón (JHS)

Hey all! Amanda here! I think I’m in love with this couple. I usually try not to define my character’s race, ethnicity, or nationality, but I really wanted to base this imagine loosely on my family’s old block parties. Plus, the lack of Hispanic representation within American literature is crazy, but it’s getting better as each day goes by! I just wanted to contribute to that! If you’re interested in me making imagines based on other cultures or anything, feel free to request it, just know that it may not be as rooted as this one, simply because this is my own heritage and I will have to do a lot of research on other cultures before diving in. Anyway, I also wanted an excuse to write an imagine where one of the members has to dance to Latin music because Latin music is so romantic. Hobi just seemed to fit the theme I was going for. Anyway, if you like this imagine please heart it, reblog it, and follow me! I love y’all, stay safe, and borahae <3

Genre: established relationship! au, fluff

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: swearing, google-translated Spanish, pining and simping, mentions of cartels and gangs, small mentions of immigration, literally one of the most endearing couples I have ever written.

Summary: Y/n takes Hobi to meet her family at one of their famous Miami block parties. 

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  “What if they don’t accept me..” Hobi mutters while you guys search for a parking spot on the street.

  You glance at him, “What do you mean? What is there to not like about you?” You flash him a smile before returning your attention to the street, “This is ridiculous, I’m literally their child, I should get VIP parking for God’s sake.” you mutter while shaking your head. 

  Hoseok chuckles at you, “There’s one,” He points out a spot and you quickly start parking in between the two cars. He sort of deflates in his passenger seat while looking at the street lined with cars and the house that bustled with life. “What if they don’t accept me because I’m Korean? What if they think I’m not good enough for you because I can’t speak Spanish or dance well like you? What if they think my career is too much and that I won’t be able to take care of you?” He expresses his worries out loud. 

  You put the car in park before turning to face him in the seat. Leaning towards him, you grab his chin in your hand and squish his cheeks together. “Don’t worry, mi amor. My family moved into the U.S. from Mexico so they know what it feels like to not fully know a language while surrounded by English-speakers. They won’t judge you.”

  “Bu-” he tried to cut in.

  “Shh,” you shush him and put your finger on his lips, “I taught you different latin dance styles last week and you caught on super quickly. You’re making an effort to learn my language and they already know I can damn well take care of my own self but if they mention anything negative about your career then I will step in and tell them off. Okay? Stop worrying, they will love you.” He sighed and nodded, looking a little nervous. “Good, now let us go.” You give him a quick peck before getting out of the car. 

  Your parents had moved into the U.S. from the dangerous city of Culiacán, Sinaloa in Mexico in 1992. Six years before you were born. They had moved due to the dangers of the infamous Sinaloa cartel. They decided, instead, to settle down in Miami, Florida. Where they had you, your little brother, and your baby brother and sister. The youngest two are twins. You are their oldest child, now at age 22. Your little brother, Pedro, is now 19 and the twins, Miguel and Rosalína, are both 15. All of you grew up in the house that you and your boyfriend of 11 months are walking up to now. 

  Two years ago, you had moved to Seoul, Korea in hopes of reaching your dream to become a fashion designer. You chose South Korea because, well c’mon, Korean fashion is to die for. It also was not as cliche as New York, California, or Paris. A year and some months into living in Seoul, you met Hobi. Of course you knew who he was, but you treated him as any individual, which he took a liking to. Fast forward another month or two and you two started dating and now you are here, walking on your childhood street, up to your childhood home, about to meet your family and childhood friends. Yeah, you could say today was pretty special. 

  You two were walking up when all of a sudden a young woman who seemed to be the same age popped up in front of you both. “Y/n!!” She squealed.

Your smile grew wide and you pulled the girl into a bone-crushing hug, “Ay, Carlita! Cómo has estado?” 

  “Bien, bien.” She smiled back before glancing at your boyfriend, “Who is this?”

  You looked next to you and saw Hobi standing there, hands behind his back, and a shy smile on his face. You held out your hand towards him and he quickly took it, “Carlita, this is my boyfriend, Hoseok. Hobi, this is my childhood best friend, Carlita.”

  She smiled warmly before holding out her hand which he shook, “Hello there! It’s nice to finally meet the mysterious boyfriend.”

  Hobi chuckled and nodded at her, “It’s nice to meet you too.” His accent came out a bit and you smiled at his shy behavior.

  “Would you happen to know where everyone else is?” You asked, sort of wanting to get introductions done and over with so you can party with your boyfriend and family. 

  She shrugged, “I know that Pedro is playing video games with the boys in his room, I have no idea where everyone else is at.” 

  You sighed and shook your head while smirking, “That boy and his video games.”

  Carlita giggled at you before walking off, “Well welcome back home and it was nice to meet you, Hoseok! Maybe we can catch up more later but right now I have to stop Tío Edgardo from skateboarding. Old man claims that he is trying to regain his youth.” she rolls her eyes.

  You laughed at her and nodded. 

  “She seems nice.” Hobi commented in Korean.

  You smiled at him before grabbing his hand, “C’mon, let's go meet my little brother.”

  The two of you walked throughout your home before coming to a door in the hallway. You open it without knocking and low and behold, there is Pedro and a couple of friends playing Mario Kart. From the looks of it, your brother is losing terribly.

  “Pedroo.” You sing out his name in hopes of getting his attention.

  “What is it?” He asks, not looking up from the screen. You scoff at his reaction.

  “What? No, ‘hello sister’, ‘how are you sister’, ‘who is that man with you sister’” You tease.

  He shrugs, “Dude. Mario Kart. Priorities.”

  Your jaw drops and Hobi starts laughing hysterically. “This is what I get after saving your ass from mom and dad for years. The complete and utter disrespect.” You say, mocking offense with your hand on your heart.

  He smirks at your comment but his eyes remain glued to the screen, “Yeah yeah whatever. I’ll talk to you later outside, close the door on your way out.” 

  You shake your head, “I’ll hold you to that!” You yell as you close the door. 

  Hobi looks at you with a raised eyebrow and the same smirk that Pedro wore, “Have you two always been like that?”

  You nodded and giggled, “Yeah, pretty much.” He shook his head at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, walking behind you back into the main area of the house. 

  The two of you passed a couple of neighbors, all of them who greeted both of you with open arms and hands full of alcohol. You lead him through the kitchen, not glancing at your surroundings. You are about to walk to the backyard before you hear a familiar voice.

  “Ah, mi hija, si sales por esa puerta sin saludar, no dudaré en conseguir mi chancleta.” (Ah, my daughter, if you walk out that door without saying hello, I won’t hesitate to get my flip flop.) You freeze at the sound of your mother’s voice and turn around to find her staring at you with a pointed look. You smile sheepishly and shrug your shoulders before waving at her.

  “Hi, mama.” The look she was giving you faded off her face and transformed into a smile. You walked over to her and gave her a hug. She pulled you in, wrapping her arms around you tighter. You sighed in content, realizing how much you missed her and your home. The picture of her in the kitchen, glaring at you, and threatening you with her flip flop put you on a nostalgia trip. Although you wouldn’t trade your life right now for the world - a beautiful penthouse apartment with your boyfriend in the middle of South Korea’s capital - you did find yourself missing the smell of huevos con carne and chorizo that drifted throughout your home. You found yourself missing the melodic voice of Romeo Santos on Sunday mornings that indicated it was time to wake up and start cleaning. You found yourself missing the company of your siblings and the embrace of your parents. But as said before, you are currently living a wonderful life in Seoul, with your career progressing fast and the man of your dreams right beside you. 

  “I’ve missed you, you barely call anymore.” She scolds you while simultaneously pulling you into her even more.

  You nuzzle your face into her shoulder, “I’ve missed you too, mama. I promise to try calling more often.”

  You pulled away to smile at her, only to find her checking out your boyfriend from head to toe. “Ay, hija. ¿Quién es ese buen pedazo de culo que trajiste?” (Who is that fine piece of ass you brought with you?)

  Your eyes widened and you lightly smacked her arm, “Mama!” 

  She giggled and looked at you, “What?” she complained.

  You sighed and shook your head. You glanced over to Hobi to find him smiling warmly at you and your mom, despite not knowing what you two are saying.

  “Mama, this is Hoseok. My boyfriend.” You said, putting emphasis on the word boyfriend.

  He awkwardly smiled at her and waved, “Hello ma’am.” 

She smiled warmly at him while walking over, pulling him into a hug. You laughed at Hobi’s shocked face and little ‘oof’ at the strength of her pull.

  “Call me mama, ma’am makes me feel old.” Hobi smiled at her acceptance and hugged her back, looking to you for reassurance. You give him a quick thumbs up before she let him go and turned to you. “While the two of you are here, mind helping me carry out these dishes to the table outside?”

  You scoffed, “I’ve been here for a matter of 10 minutes and you are already putting me to work like I’m 12 again.”

  She smiled and shook her head, “It’s cause you always act like you’re 12, hija, now get let's make use of your boyfriend and his muscles and carry these enchiladas to the table.”

  You laughed at her antics before translating to Hobi what his task was and putting the tray of food in his hands. You grabbed a plate of tortas and she grabbed the empanadas before you started heading out. 

  “Thank you, hija, Hobi. I will see you both later, I have to go yell at Pedro for hiding away in his room.” She walks off, shaking your head and you smile at her retreating figure.

  “Your whole family seems nice so far.” He said, taking you into his arms and holding you. You giggled and pulled back slightly.

  “They’ll be your family soon too, hopefully.” You whispered, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

  He smiled and nodded, “And I cannot wait for the day that they do.” 

  You blushed at his confession before your eye catches two heads of hair that were identical by the pool. You smiled at Hobi and took his hand in yours, leading him towards the edge of the pool.

  “Rosa! Miguel!” You exclaim and stand behind them. Rosalína looks up at you from behind her glasses and smiles.

  “Hey sis!” You hug her from behind and she holds your arm. You pull away and look at Miguel expectantly, only to find that his eyes are somewhere else. You follow his gaze to a very familiar girl and smirk. 

  Rosa smacks him on the back of the head and he flinches, glaring at her. She nods her head towards you and Hobi and he looks at you two before smiling sheepishly. “Oh hey, Y/n..” You kept smirking at him and his face flushed red under your gaze. 

  “Still being a simp, I see.” You tease. He looks away, face turning 10 shades redder.

  “Shut up.” He trailed off.

  Hobi tapped your waist, pulling your attention to him. He tilted his head in confusion. “What joke am I missing?” He asked.

  Rosa snorted. She turned her head towards Hobi, catching his attention. “You see that girl over there, with the blonde hair?” She said and pointed. He nodded slowly, following the direction and looking at the girl. “Her name is Lucy. Miguel here has been pining after her for like- 5 years. Since we were 10! Can you believe that? I say he should just grow some balls and tell her that he likes her.” 

  You laughed at her choice of words while Hobi smirked. Miguel shoved her side in embarrassment. 

  “I’m not pining,” he glared at her before glancing at you, “Nor am I simping.” He trailed off while looking at Lucy before glancing at Hobi, “She is just super pretty and totally out of my league.”

  You smirked and looked at him, “Nah man, you’re totally simping.”

  “Literally, shut up, Y/n.” He said, crossing his arms and pouting.

  Hoseok smirked and laughed, “No, you should totally do it, kid. You only live once and the worst is that she’ll say no. But if she says yes…” He trailed off, leaving the rest to Miguel’s imagination. 

  Rosa high-fived Hobi, “Thank you! I’ve only been saying that for years! I’m Rosalína by the way, but you can call me Rosa. This idiot over here is Miguel.” She introduced herself.

  Hoseok smiled at her, “I’m Hobi, Y/n’s boyfriend.”

  “You’re in that one band, right? BTS?” she asked, tilting her head.

  He nodded, “Yep, that’s me.”

  “Nice,” She nodded, “I like your song Dope.”

  He smiled, “Thank you.”

  You watched the interaction with a big smile on your face. It seemed that your boyfriend was becoming more comfortable. And that couldn’t make you any happier. 

  You shook your head at your thoughts before looking towards your sister, “Hey Rosa, where is dad, anyway? I want to introduce him to Hobi.”

  She rolled her eyes, “Where do you think?” She snorted and nodded her head towards the make-shift dance floor. A few people moved out of the way to reveal your father, Modelo in hand, dancing merengue to Suavemente. 

  Your eyes widened and you let out a laugh of embarrassment, “Oh. My. God.”

  She shook her head before looking towards Hobi who wore amusement on his face. “That would be our father. He’s been like that for the past hour, I think that’s his 6th beer.”

  You giggled at the ridiculous man that you called your father before grabbing Hobi’s wrist. “C’mon, let me introduce you to the ol’ man.” 

  Hobi’s face lost all color and looked uneasy. Rosa laughed as you two walked off, waving bye. You could tell your boyfriend was nervous, after all this was your dad. Your father. Keeper of your heart. The man who raised you. If he didn’t approve of Hobi then it would be devastating to the both of you. 

  “Wait-” he stopped you from going on, “What if he doesn’t like me? What if I’m not good enough for his daughter? Hold on, does my shirt look okay? What about my hair?” He panicked.

  You decided to shut him up with a kiss straight on the lips. He froze for a second before relaxing into it and wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled at him, “He will love you, Hobi. You look perfect.”

  He nodded, still a little dazed from the kiss. You left him on the side of the dance floor and dodged dancing neighbors until you met your father in the middle.

  “Suavemente! BESAME!” He shouted as you tapped his shoulder. You giggled as he turned around and looked at you in pure glee. “Mi princesa! How are you, mi corázon? Dance with me!” He exclaimed and grabbed your hands, pulling you into the dance with him.

  You laughed and threw your head back. “I’m good, papa! I want to introduce you to someone!” 

  He nodded at you and grinned wolfishly, “Then lead the way, Princess.” He followed you off the dance floor and to Hobi.

  “Papa, this is my boyfriend, Hoseok.” Hobi visibly gulped.

  “Hello, sir.” He said, putting on a charming smile and holding out his hand. 

  Your father’s eyes narrowed, looking Hobi up and down, a poker face on. “Boyfriend, huh?”

  Hoseok faltered for a second, “Yes, sir…” He said, using his other hand to scratch the back of his neck out of nerves.

  Your dad suddenly smiled and took his hand, pulling him into a hug, “Well welcome to the family then! It’s nice to meet you!” 

  Hobi visibly relaxed into the hug, smiling at you with a big grin. All you could do is smile back, happy that he made a good impression on your dad. 

  Your father pulled back and squinted at Hobi, “You hurt my daughter and I’ll kill you.” He said, gruffly. 

  Hobi’s eyes widened, “N-never, sir.” He stuttered.

  Your dad broke out into another smile again, “Good!” He clapped him on the back, “Here, let’s go have some drinks!” He led you two to the bar before leaving to go dance some more. 

  It was later that night, after more less-stressful introductions, multiple plates of food, and a few drinks that you and Hobi were sitting together at a table, watching the party and enjoying each other’s company. You were staring at your parents, who were in the middle of the dance floor. Corazón sin cara was playing as your parents swayed to the music, your father’s arms wrapped around your mother’s waist and her head leaning against his chest. You smiled softly at them with a look of fondness in your eyes. 

  “They seem to really love each other.” Hobi said, looking from you to your parents.

  “They always have,” You said softly, laying your head on your arms and looking at them, “They’ve been through a lot together, a lot of trials and tribulations. When I was a little girl, I thought they were the purest definition and example of true love. They’ve always had each other, and I used to yearn for that as a teenager.” You explain.

  Hobi smiles and puts his arm around you, “Well, my love, now you can think of us when you think of love. I want to give you everything, the world, and I want to have your back just like your dad has your mom’s.” He says, pushing your hair behind your ear.

  You turn to him and smile, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss.

  “I love you so much.” You mumble against his lips.

  He smiles against you, “I love you too, jagi.” 

  It’s when Obsesíon by Aventura comes on the speaker that you pull away with a gasp and wide eyes.

  “What is it?” Hobi frowns, confused by your sudden behavior.

  You giggle, “This is my song!” You get up and find Carlita before pulling her to the dance floor. Hobi smiles at you, and how your eyes shined with excitement. He watches you from afar, noting how natural you look among the people you grew up around. Although he may not know anyone and sticks out like a sore thumb, you are the complete opposite, blending in as if you had never moved away to begin with. He thinks that you have never looked so beautiful, than you do right now, at ease and having fun with your friends and family. He remembers how excited you were for him to meet all of them, going as far as to teach him some Spanish and give him some Latin dance lessons. You were so excited for this trip, and now that you both are here, Hobi doesn’t ever want to leave. Because you look so happy here, and all he wants is your happiness. 

  “You love her.” Hobi looked to his right to find your father, sitting down next to him with two beers in his hand. He said it more as a statement than a question.

  Hobi glanced back at you, “Yes, sir. I do, very much.” He sighed out, watching the way your eyes lit up and your smile grew as you sang along with the song. He watched how you moved with ease to the melody with your best friend and he could only admire you and think of how lucky he is, to call you his.

  “I could tell, you’re looking at her as if she’s your world right now.” Your dad smiled gently at Hoseok.

  Hobi blushed a little and looked down before looking back up at him. “She is my world, sir. She’s helped me through a lot, and she supports my career and always is there if I need her. I only hope that I’m the same for her.” 

  Your dad gently laid his hand on Hobi’s shoulder, smiling at him. “You are. The look that’s on her face right now,” He nodded at you on the dance floor, laughing with Carlita, “I haven’t seen that look in a very long time. She was going through a lot when she left, and now I can see that she’s happy again. You make her happy, Hoseok. That’s all I could ever ask of you.” 

  Hoseok smiled at him, “Thank you, sir. That means a lot.” He looked back at you, smiling at you when you looked at him and winked. He blew a kiss to you before leaning back in the chair. “I’m not going to lie, I was nervous when she said that I would be meeting you all.”

  Your dad chuckles at that, “Yeah, I could understand that,” he sighs, “I have always been the first man in her heart. I’m used to protecting her, to providing for her, to loving her. But now I’m not the sole man in her heart anymore, you are there too.” He says. Hobi looks at your father to find him staring back at him intensely. He looked him dead in the eye, “I believe you are a good man, Hoseok, and I fully give you my approval and welcome you into our family.”

  Hobi’s face breaks into a wide grin, “I’ll cherish her for the rest of my lifetime, sir.”

  The song changed to something more upbeat, and you were suddenly calling out to him, beckoning him over to dance. 

  “I have no doubt that you will, now go get your girl.” Your father clapped his back as Hobi stood up and made his way over to you. 

  You took his hand in yours and started moving along to Como la Flor.

  “Baby, remember how I taught you cumbia? Well this is an iconic cumbia song!” You smiled. Hoseok squeezed your hand and started moving along with you, getting the movement and rhythm pretty quickly. He laughed at your tipsy state. But that didn’t matter, what mattered is that you were having fun, and that you were happy. And despite the alcohol effects, you still managed to dance like a professional. You giggled when Hobi spun you, and it was the most beautiful sound on this earth to him. The two of you were in your own world, dancing together and laughing with each other. You were so caught up in each other that you almost didn’t notice how the song changed into a slow one. But when you did, Hobi pulled you closer and you nuzzled into his chest as you danced bachata with him. He took extra lessons in this dance style, without you knowing, just because he knew it’s your favorite.

  “I love this song so much.” you mumbled, slurring your words a bit.

  “What is it?” He asks, whispering in your ear.

  “Imitadora by Romeo Santos aka king of bachata.” You mumbled back.

  He smiled at your cuteness, leaning down to peck your forehead. You two kept moving to the music, and he spun you around. “What is it about?” he asked when he pulled you back in.

  “It’s about how his lover changed and turned cold, no longer giving him the same love that she once did.” You stated, smiling up at him.

  He frowned, “Well that’s..romantically depressing.” He said.

  You snorted, “Romantically depressing?” 

  “Yeah,” He smirked down at you, “it’s a romantic song, but it’s also super depressing.”

  You shook your head at his ridiculousness and pulled him into a kiss.

  “At least the melody is pretty.” You said after pulling back.

  He pulled you closer to him, “Indeed it is, jagi. Indeed it is.”

  As cliche as it sounds, the world faded around you two, as you both got lost in the dance and each other. You two held each other as if the world was ending. Your souls intertwined and the two of you vibed together. The moment itself was as intimate as it could be, and it would forever remain one of your favorite memories of you two.

  Later that night, after the party had ended and everyone had either gone home or gone to sleep, the two of you laid in your bed. Surrounded by darkness, you stared at each other, whispering about how well today went and how much fun you had.

  “I think they like me.” He whispers to you, intertwining your fingers with his. 

  “Oh they definitely do,” you giggled.

  “What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrow.

  “My mom thinks you’re a ‘fine piece of ass’ as she calls it.” You snort.

  Hobi let out a surprise laugh, his cheeks turning the slightest bit of pink. You moved closer to him, cuddling up against his chest.

  “I would have to agree with her though.” You whisper.

  “Oh yeah?” He smiles down at you.

  “Mhmm,” you mumble, falling deeper into your sleep, “You looked so sexy tonight, dancing to Latin music.”

  He smirked down at you, kissing the top of your head and closing his eyes.

  “Yeah?,” he mumbled back, falling deeper into his own sleep, “I might have to do it more often, then.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #425

“evolution repressed by our backwards contest  /  breeding our torrential demise as we come to this edge”

Serious question, peanut butter or nutella? I think Nutella is a godsend, but I use peanut butter waaaaay more often. We don't even really buy Nutella because I will destroy the jar. Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? Baked. What is your oldest sibling’s middle name? Kathryn. I think. Do you like breadsticks? I just like bread, man. What are your favorite things to spend money on? Tattoos, uuuuugggghhhhh <3 Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten? Neither, really. Most puppies drive me insane (even though they're cute as everliving fuck), and I don't want another cat. Mom actually talked about getting another, but I really just want my one boy. Roman would get SO jealous, anyway. I enjoy just having my baby. How old will you be on your next birthday? 26. Yikes. Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? As "the fat one," I can be sometimes. I would say though that more often than not, it's sort of whatever to me because I'm a human that has to eat. When you opened your eyes this morning, what were your first thoughts? I thought I slept way later than I actually did. What is one thing in the room you’re in that reminds you of somebody? My stuffed meerkat Rebel. Jason got it for me for my first birthday that we were together. Could you ever be friends with somebody who was homophobic? Never again. I was once able to think "agree to disagree," but sometimes by doing so, you're siding with evil by not enforcing what is more than just a belief. It should come with being a human. Also given my own sexuality, it would be a slap in the face to me. Would you ever want to be a supermodel, or date one? Hell no. I'd date one though, if they were modest about their position. Honestly, have you ever made fun of somebody so bad they cried? Wow, no. Honestly, would you rather be complimented on your looks or intelligence? Quite frankly, nowadays, my appearance. I need it. My self-confidence is so far below "shit." Have you ever purchased a pregnancy test, for yourself or otherwise? Nope. You can get one thing, anything, for free right now. What do you pick? Why? Hm. I know I talk about it a lot, but it would still probably be a 40 gallon terrarium for Venus. She needs - and deserves - it. Honestly, have you ever danced naked? NOOOOOOOO. What was the first illegal thing that you did? Did you get caught? Downloaded music. My mom eventually found out, but didn't care much. What is the home page on the computer you’re on? Google. Do you like to write poetry? I do, but I haven't done it in a while. :/ Are your ears pierced? Yes. If so, were they pierced with a piercing gun, or with a sterile needle? Piercing gun. Which, by the way, do not do. There are many more risks with a piercing gun versus a needle by a professional. Do you wear makeup regularly? I never do. Did you eat cereal for breakfast today? No. I've been on a bagel kick lately. When was the last time you tripped over something? Last night, actually. The rug in the living room was slightly turned up, and I tripped in the dark. I didn't actually fall, thankfully. Any obsessive-compulsive tendencies? I'm diagnosed with OCD. I experience more ruminations and intrusive thoughts more than obsessive behaviors, though. Who was the last person you yelled at? Probably Mom. Why did you yell at them? I don't remember. Favorite type of apple? I like pink lady apples. I really enjoy any, so long as they're crisp. Ever seen live horse racing? No. To be totally honest, I don't really like the concept of it. Motivating a horse to run by hurting it doesn't exactly seem moral... How about live greyhound racing? No. What’s one thing, besides the obvious, that you couldn’t live without? The Internet, haha. Have you ever touched a giraffe? No. What does your mom call you? Britt. What stresses you out the most in life? I really don't think I could pick a top one. There are so many. Do you play any PC games? What is your favorite? Yeah. Y'all probably know WoW is my favorite. If you were pregnant, how would you tell the father? Well, that would depend on the circumstances. Did we want a baby? Was it a bad surprise, a happy surprise? I can't answer this with just one idea. What’s the hardest level you can play on Guitar Hero? I used to be able to slam out Expert easily with only very few songs I had to play on Hard, but now it's been YEARS. I've played less than once in a blue moon, and my skill's definitely faded some. It really depends on the song. What ever happened with you and your first boyfriend? He couldn't handle my depression anymore. What’s your favorite country song? "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw, probably. What is the worst thing a former boyfriend/girlfriend has done to you? Fail to communicate what he was feeling with me and then make a dashing break for it very, very abruptly after three and a half years. It put me past a state of shock, but trauma with how no less than obsessed I was with him. What were you for Halloween last year? I didn't dress up. :/ I wish I had the money and motivation alike to. Are you feeling guilty for something? I always will. Are you usually quiet or loud? Quiet. How many hours do you spend on the computer a day? Like... uh... all of them, oof. What is the show that you watched when you were little, and you still do? Meerkat Manor. Do your siblings text you? Not really. Do you want a small or big wedding? Small. Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth? Not the house I currently live in, but I have before. Who is your ex dating/talking to? I don't know. Ever kissed someone who smokes? No. Does it take a lot for someone to annoy you? Frankly, no. Do you own your own computer? This laptop, anyway. Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? Yes, with my younger sister as a kid and pre-teen. What noises in the room you’re in, do you hear at the moment? I hear the video I'm watching, as well as my fan. Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yes. What’s the biggest upcoming event for you? Nothing. Not like that's a surprise. What do you typically order from Wendy’s? Son of the Baconator. @_@ Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? No. Those are so awkward to me. What do you love most about yourself? I don't know these days. Have you ever received a hickey from the last person you kissed? No. What are you doing right now? This survey and re-watching John Wolfe play Outlast 2. What’s bothering you right now? I'm immensely nervous about tomorrow. I have my first (and I pray the fuck to God not only) session with my new personal trainer then, and I'm terrified by how my body and my mental fortitude is going to react. Y'all have no fucking idea JUST how out of shape I am, and the muscles in my legs seem basically non-existent by now. I have to do something about my health, though, and I'm determined to make this shit work. More than determined. I know the first day is going to be hard, but I need to do this more than I can explain. What was the last thing you drank? ... What great fucking timing, I have a can of Mountain Dew, lol... That's another thing that needs to change. I've gotta stop the emotional and boredom-eating and chill the fuck out with soda. Be honest, do you like people in general? Quite frankly, no. There are plenty of people I love and think are amazing, of course, but I think I lean towards humanity being too shitty to like "in general." Do you want your tongue pierced? I miss my snake eyes. :/ That was suuuuch a cute piercing. I just had to take it out for the safety of my teeth. I kept accidentally clamping down on one of the balls when eating, and it would cause tiny fractures. Do you change your phone background a lot? No. Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something? No. Have you ever been strip searched? No. Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? It's not funny-sounding, no, I just think it's too manly for me to enjoy as part of my name. Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly? Yes. Oddly enough, I don't remember what I OD'd on now... You'd think I would, given how extreme the situation was. It was some cold medicine. Do you get sick of people who call themselves bipolar all the time? I absolutely do. It's extremely insensitive to people like myself who legitimately suffer - and I do mean "suffer" - from the disorder. Describe your day so far in three words: Dull. Lazy. Anxious. What was the most stressful project you had so far/while in school? Probably my senior project and the presentation I had to do for it. I taught about the fallacies and misconceptions of snakes, and I made a PowerPoint and some drawings to color and crosswords for the special ed children. I was so, so very nervous, but I got through it fine and the kids seemed to enjoy it. I actually still have the recording. Choose one- Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers: MILKY WAY. FUCK I love those. Have you ever stepped in dog poop? UGH yes. What was the last thing you spent money on? My niece's birthday present. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? Yeah. Is there a guy that knows a lot about you? I almost said "yes," but then I realized he doesn't know me at all anymore. I've changed so much, hopefully mostly for the better. He hasn't "known" me in many years. Is there someone you just can’t imagine your life without? It's terrifying to imagine my life without Mom; Sara, too. Do you prefer Starbucks coffee or small cafe coffee? I prefer no coffee. Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? Nah. Do you enjoy being outdoors? If it's cool outside and I have somewhere to sit that's not the ground, yes. Do people tell you that you have an accent? Sometimes. Do you enjoy watching fireworks on the 4th of July? They're pretty, but I don't support their usage by this point in my life. They're a fire hazard, triggering to some vets with PTSD, and beyond terrifying for animals. What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? I get most heated about child molestation. You do not fucking touch a child like that. I don't even write any of my bajillion evil guys committing it in RP because I just can't stomach it. Even when my little sister (a children's social worker) is telling Mom about some stuff she sees at work, I have to not be present, 'cuz that shit isn't rare. It's nauseating. Is there anyone you would take a bullet for? A good number of people, honestly. Do you enjoy tanning? Hell no, I avoid the sun and heat at like all costs. Are you a virgin? This is going to sound weird, but I actually don't know, but I lean towards no. Who’s your celebrity crush? mARK EDWARD FISCHFUCK Did or do you get good grades in English class? I was always excellent in English. What part of your body are you self-conscious about? My stomach. But I'm self-conscious about everything else, too. Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner? No. Everyone knows I can't cook worth a damn. Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Truly close, no. Unless you include pets, actually. Then a few. :/ Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yep. When was the last time you got a shot? Earlier this year for Covid. Get your fucking vaccine, btw. :^)

[katsumox]

Oof, two polar opposite opinions— the discussions must be interesting though!

Has your friend’s opinion been even a little bit swayed yet? Or has yours?

WARNING - escapades VERY LONG, with no obligation to read of course:

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1)

A couple months back I made an entire Google Classroom for my friend who said she wanted to get into anime.

She asked for my help understanding it, because all her friends talk about it and she has no idea what they’re saying.

So, I decided to start her off with MHA, as it’s a pretty e-for-everyone anime. I got really excited, we set up a time for us to discuss when we hung out and everything, and I “assigned” for her to watch the first episode. Assigned being her words, not mine.

She did, and in the meanwhile, I made a Google Form about the first episode, and made some lesson plans. We even had a Zoom going over some of the terms her friends used.

But here’s the thing: my friend hasn’t watched another episode since. She always says she’s going to get on it eventually, but she’s really into Miraculous right now.

Which is totally fine! I’m not going to force her to watch it. It’s just that, you know, I’m a little sad that the Google Classroom went to waste. I think that’s my own fault though. I can go kind of overboard.

2)

I based my chemistry project on the mole unit on Megan Thee Stallion and MHA. It looks fire, and I’m honestly really proud of it, so much so that here’s a picture of what it looks like. (The document scanner added a white border around it, I don’t know why.)

What I’m hoping is that some hidden anime fans in my class are going to come out of hiding and comment on it, as I’ve noticed lots of anime pfps on their email accounts.

This was super recent, by the way. I turned it in today.

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Wow, you read to the end of my bs. Thank you, and as compensation you can talk about anything you want and I’ll gladly listen, although I would’ve done that anyway.

- Delusion

you’re really dedicated, huh? you made whole lesson plans for this, that’s an amount of dedication i aspire to reach someday💀

and your handwriting is really cute omg🥺

my opinion hasn’t changed in the slightest bc the only reason she dislikes him is because (and i’m quoting her rn) “he’s too loud, and he reminds me of me and you”

soooo she’s a bakugou kinnie (like me) and doesn’t appreciate that💀💀💀

she’s slowly getting around to tolerating him though, she appreciates his character development and doesn’t groan and roll her eyes when he speaks anymore lmao

[gingerwritess]

i dunno if anyones asked for this since you’ve said you have a bunch of requests but!! how about the moment loki realizes he wants to marry reader? like that Aha moment of “shes the one” sorta thing

no one has but i am SO GLAD that you did!

btw i never thank you all enough for commenting, reblogging, dropping asks, etc. it really keeps me going and i am forever and eternally grateful for all the support i just love you all so much ughhhhh thank yoU

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It’s three in the morning and something shatters. A window, on the second floor of the Avengers compound, completely and utterly obliterated—oops.

At the crash Loki flies from the bed, yanking himself out of the peaceful sleep he had just been enjoying. He’s already gripping a knife in his hand and he inches his way to the window, the shattered glass crunching under his footsteps, and he glances cautiously out the window to find—you?

Yes, you, the mortal fool he can’t help but proudly call his, are standing on the lawn below his window, not moving and staring back up at him with both hands clapped over your mouth in shock.

“What…what have you done?” Loki whisper yells down to you, a breath of relief leaving his lungs at seeing it’s just you. “Good gods, mortal, the sun hasn’t even risen!”

You just open your mouth in a silent scream, moving your hands up to grip your head—that wasn’t supposed to happen! Your arm isn’t even that good, definitely not enough power (or so you thought) to shatter Loki’s window like that.

“I was, uh, throwing rocks at your window! You know, Dicaprio’s Romeo and Juliet style?”

Even from your spot down on the grass, you can see Loki’s face scrunch up in confusion. “Oh my—are you ill? Intoxicated?? Who told you that was a good idea?”

“I thought you of all people would appreciate it.” You shrug and flash him a sheepish grin, shuffling your feet on the grass below his window. “I dunno, I was just trying to be romantic?”

“Romantic?! Darling, you shattered a window!” He hisses down to you, running a tired hand over his face. “It’s too early for this…meet me at the front door, I’ll be right down.”

For the record, it would have been perfectly romantic if the glass hadn’t broken, but since when has your relationship with Loki ever gone the way you expected? So you just grin up at him and bounce excitedly on the balls of your feet as he shakes his head at you, then you bolt to the door.

He’s there waiting for you when you round the corner, leaning his head against the doorway and squinting for you through the darkness of the early morning. “Now that you’re finished destroying this property, care to tell me why you’re here?” He halfheartedly returns your hug when you barrel into him and give him a good squeeze around the waist. “Oof. One of these days you’re going to crack a rib.”

“You awake yet?” You mumble and grin into his chest, not letting go until he sighs and melts into your embrace, relaxing his tense muscles and letting himself just be hugged.

“Hardly. Why in all the nine realms are you here at this ungodly hour?”

“I’ve got an idea,” you sing and lean back to look up at him with a grin. “Go get dressed. Or don’t, those sweatpants make your butt look cute.”

“Norns, love, find an ounce of dignity, would you?”

He really should say no. He should politely turn down whatever crazy plan you’ve concocted and return to his bed, wake up at his usual hour, and continue on with the coming day as he had previously expected.

But you’re standing here with your arms around him, after shattering his window in an disgustingly cliché attempt to woo him, in what appears to be your sleep wear: it’s not often he gets to see you in such personal clothes as these.

It almost feels a little too…intimate.

They’re hardly dignified, unlike his layers of loose tunics with their embroidered arms and cotton pants, no, yours appear to be old. Battered, used, much too large for your body, unlike anything he nor any deity would be seen in for the life of them—yet as he looks at you, taking in your purely natural and comforting state of apparent dress, he can only dream of holding you.

Holding you and hugging you to his chest and just being warm, comfortable, untroubled and secure in your promising embrace for the rest of eternity.

…the rest of eternity?

“Something tells me I have no say in this matter,” he sighs and leans forward to kiss you; that smile on your face and little spark in your eye have his chest in knots.

And oh, how you wind your arms around his neck when he kisses you, curling your gentle fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck just to make sure he stays on your lips as long as you need him to, his mind goes fuzzy and he can’t help but pull you closer.

“Sorry ‘bout the window,” you whisper and he chuckles, his lips brushing yours with every movement.

“Replaceable…” he can’t finish his thought, because now you’ve parted your lips ever so slightly and dear gods, there’s something minty on your tongue and it’s addicting.

Toothpaste, he eventually pieces together, but somehow only heightening the trance your lips have put him under. You must’ve woken up and come straight over—Loki allows himself to wonder for a split second if he was the first thing on your mind when you woke up.

Of course he was.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” you gasp and pull away from him with a loud smack. “We’ve got stuff to do. You comin’ or not?”

“Naturally. Though I have to admit I’m terrified.” He reaches behind him and closes the door, taking your hand and letting you lead him to the car parked at the curb. “First you break my window, now you’re abducting me for some early morning escapade…tell me, where do you plan on taking me?”

“In bed, obviously,” you hum without missing a beat and open the door, shoving him into the passenger seat. Loki’s jaw drops—having a less than appropriate sense of humor is his job—and he thinks he feels his face flush when you wink at him.

“I—goodness. Is that where we’re off to?” He stuttering behind his grin, evidently enjoying and a little impressed by your comment.

“Don’t get too excited.” You turn the car on and a soft melody fills the car, something acoustic and darkly smooth and pining over an almost-lost lover. It’s calming, really, and you drive away into the morning’s darkness with one hand on the wheel, the other draped over the centre consol inching subtly towards Loki’s hand resting on his knee—okay, not very subtly.

He notices, of course, and takes your hand before you reach his, twining his fingers between yours and bringing it to his lips. “If you want to hold my hand,” he chuckles and presses his lips repeatedly over the back of your hand, “you don’t need to ask. You know these hands are only for you.”

“Damn right.” Your heart skips a beat and you grin over at him. The roads are empty around you, little markings glowing on the street flying past the windows into the darkness. It’s perfectly peaceful, even with how early it is, just to be driving into nothingness with your hands intertwined, Loki’s lips on the back of yours—wait a minute.

That’s a pretty midgardian “boyfriend” thing to do.

“Loki, did someone tell you to do that with my hand?”

Loki freezes with his lips on your hand like a deer in caught headlights. “No, of course not. What, am I not allowed to kiss your hand?”

You shrug—that was weird. It’s probably best not to push it, so you just give his hand a reassuring squeeze and turn your gaze back to the road. Nothing but the soft music playing fills the car until Loki pipes up again a couple troubled minutes later, not looking at you.

“I can’t lie to you,” he sighs. “I…might have done some research.”

“What?”

“I wanted…I wanted to make sure I’m fulfilling my duties as your ‘boyfriend,’ so I did some research to make sure I’m meeting the criteria.”

Oh my god, my heart.

“You did?” You glance over at him with a smile tugging at your lips, heart swelling.

He nods. “Google and…I believe it was Pinterest were most helpful. They said I should hold and kiss your hand while driving, and seeing how you refuse to let me drive—”

“You’ve almost killed us like, four times.”

“—that’s beside the point. Since you won’t let me drive, this will have to suffice.”

You can’t help but start laughing, and he quickly drops your hand and pushes it back towards you. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted that article,” he starts rambling, and you can tell he’s red in the face. “It just—it said that’s how to ‘keep your lover happy,’ and I assumed since it was written by midgardians, you must want that from me as well, and—”

“Loki!” You laugh and grab his hand again, holding it tightly. “Do you think I’m not happy?”

He casts his gaze down to his lap and tries to tug his hand away from you. “I…I don’t know.”

“Oh my—Loki, sunshine, I’m more than happy,” you promise and this time bring his hand to your lips, one hand on the wheel and the other keeping his hand still so you can kiss it with grinning lips. “How could I be anything less than happy with you in my life? You’re the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.”

“Oh.” He’s quiet for a moment, searching for words worthy of your affections. “That’s…wonderful to hear.”

Silence settles over the car again, save the music, but you can tell there’s something more on the tip of Loki’s tongue that he’s holding back. “You alright, sunshine?”

His gaze darts to you for a split second and he flashes you a tight-lipped smile. “Never better. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!”

“How wonderful.”

“Don’t worry,” you laugh, reaching over to pat his knee. “We’re almost there, you’ll see. I think you’re gonna like it.”

“I certainly hope so,” he jokingly sighs. “You ruined a perfectly enjoyable night of sleep for this.”

“Just trust me.”

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Trusting you is new to Loki...but never once has it let him down.

You’ve brought Loki up winding paths and steep dirt roads to a tiny, empty dirt lot on the top of a hill, a little cliff overlooking the entire city sleeping below.

Not bad for Midgard.

It’s still dark out and Loki follows your lead, keeping quiet when you turn off the car and pop the back, beckoning him to come join you.

“Come sit with me.” You pat the space next to you, on a cozy-looking blanket in the back of the car. “Hurry up and get comfy, it’s only gonna be a couple more minutes!”

“Until what?” Pushing aside his pride, he sighs and hoists himself into the back of the car, crawling over to sit next to you. You immediately lift his arm up and nestle into his side—damn you.

That awful, addicting warmth spreads through his frozen chest.

He’s almost used to it by now.

“You��ll see,” you grin and pull a blanket up to your chin; he’s still a bit of a cold cuddle-buddy, but hey, you’ll deal with it.

Not two seconds of being under his arm, his thumb starts tracing figure-eights on your shoulder and immediately your eyes start to droop, the early morning breeze brushing softly at your face and ruffling Loki’s unusually curly hair. Something sweet is in the air—peaches, you guess, there must be a grove nearby.

Light begins to peek through your closed eyelids, and you quickly open them and sit up straighter against Loki’s chest, tapping his leg to make sure he’s awake.

“See?” You spread your arms proudly in front of you, the blanket and your giant t-shirt slipping off one shoulder as you do. “Told ya it’d be worth it.”

Words don’t seem to be working all that well for the silver-tongued god right now.

It’s a sunrise, clearly, and certainly not the first one Loki’s ever seen. Maybe the first on Midgard, but really, he hadn’t expected much.

This, however, is the hand of the gods at work, it has to be.

The sky is filled with the most beautiful, precise brushstrokes, a masterpiece of sky blues and golden hues crashing into one another, interrupted by coils of cotton clouds that he finds himself wanting to touch, good gods, what is wrong with him?

And you, ever the surpriser, look over your shoulder with a grin and drop your arms back to your sides, slipping once again under the blanket and nestling into him.

“Gotcha.”

Speechless, you mean. It doesn’t happen very often.

His head dips to press his lips to your head, eyes drifting shut and just letting the new sunlight wash over him.

“It’s warm,” he mumbles a moment later, and you crack an eye open.

You didn’t think about that.

“I’m sorry, Loki, do you want to go back now?” You attempt to sit back up but Loki’s arm holds true.

“It’s warm and it’s wonderful,” he continues, rubbing a reassuring hand over your arm. “I haven’t...I’m speechless, love. I have no words to describe this.”

You look up from his shoulder with a small smile, catching the way the sunlight glints off his pale complexion the same way that the sun reflects off freshly fallen snow. His eyes have a warmth to them that you’ve honestly never seen before…right now, he looks different.

He looks soft, for the first time in his life.

The angles and planes and sharpness of his features have softened to careful waves that you reach up to caress without thinking, and he blinks into the early morning sunlight. 

“You’re gonna hurts your eyes if you keep staring at the sun,” you chuckle, tilting his face towards you to sneak a kiss to his lips. 

“It will be worth it, this is…” he trails off, half-heartedly kissing you back when you do. “This...you’ll have to forgive me for speaking so candidly, but...I—th-this is the first time Midgard has ever felt like home.”

You pause and pull away from him slowly, a hand still resting on his cheek. Hopefully the surprise doesn’t show too clearly on your face; that was a lot, coming from Loki, and full of raw emotion and stuttering and the poor guy is terrified, you can see it in his stinging eyes.

“That’s the great thing about homes,” you smile, kissing him softly once more before wiggling to lay your head in his lap, clutching onto his thigh in a perfectly odd, oddly perfect little hug. “They’re relative. And I want you to always feel at home, ‘kay?”

“You are my home.”

You glance up at him, winking in the sunlight. “You’re such a sap, Loki.”

The god smiles weakly, cheeks a beautiful rosy gold as the sunrise bounces off his blush. He touches his fingertips to his lips before bringing them down to rest on your cheek, lightly brushing his fingers over your warm skin as your eyes drift shut. 

You’re glowing, golden light illuminating your figure right on his lap. 

There it is again, that sick warmth spreading through his chest as he gazes down at you—he wants to hold you again. 

Gods, he’s never been one for hugs, but right now...nothing could possibly be better than being engulfed in your embrace, your hands clutching his back and your face buried in his neck, chest to chest and—

His heart twists. You’re so cozy, hugging his thigh and perfectly content with falling asleep on his lap, so peacefully in this position that he resolves to just run his hands over your hair and brush his thumb along your jaw.

You look like home. Feel like home.

Home that he can’t lose, a home he needs to hold dear for the rest of eternity. Whether that be his eternity or yours, the god doesn’t care; he will love you for all eternities. 

“I am going to marry you,” he whispers to himself, tracing his finger impossibly light along your lips. “I will marry you.”

You shift on his lap to look up to him, a smile on your lips, eyes closed and adorably groggy. 

“You better,” you mumble, grabbing his hand and pulling it over to press a warm kiss to his knuckles. “Marry the hell outta me, Loki.”

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[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Pocky

HEY, HEDGIE SQUAD! SO, THIS IS A STORY I HAD ON MY WATTPAD, AND IT’S A BIT OLD, so it’s going to be a bit retarded, because that’s how I was a few years ago. Anyways, hope you like it! (THIS STORY BELONGS TO Lyrazehedgieboiii, A.K.A Lyra_ze_hedgie on Wattpad {don’t check it out})

So, dis story is gonna be different. Usually, it's a third person POV, but this is going to be character's point of view. SEGA owns the characters, I do not! And before I forget, let's bring the age list! Read this so you understand.

Amy: 13

Sonic: 16

Knuckles: 16

Silver: 16

Tails: 12

(Amy's POV)

I was just sitting on my couch, looking up ideas on how to catch my dear Sonic. These days, I've been kind of easy on the chasing, I mean, I wouldn't even look good running after Sonic like a  lovesick fan girl. That's right! I'm actually starting to feel a little self-conscious these days, and I asked Rouge about it, and she said it was perfectly normal! I believe her, since she was the one who told me to lay off chasing him, he ain't worth it. Oh. But he is. Anyways, back to what I was doin'. I ran out of ideas on how to get Sonikku to fall for me. When in doubt, look it up on Google. I turned off my iPad, and decided to check the mail.

     "Let's see... Fan mail, more fan mail, a stack of fan-mail, and a package..." It's awfully strange, because I never ordered anything. I looked at the receiver's address. It was addressed to me, and it has my name on it. I went back inside, and put my fan mail in my fan mail closet (in case I'm having a bad day, I read fan letters! :D) and walked to my kitchen, with the package. I opened it, and I couldn't believe it. It couldn't be. It was Pocky Sticks! Wait, but there's a catch. It's Chili-dog flavored?! I rummaged through the package, incase there was a letter. And there was! Thank chaos! I read it, surprised with what it said-

Dear Amy Rose

        I'm Mia, the CEO of Pocky Sticks®️and I'm a huge fan of you! I love you, and Sonic, and I want you two to be together. So we made a limited edition, chili-dog flavored Pocky! All you have to do, is play the Pocky game with him. If you don't know how to play, I'll explain it to you-

Well, of course I know how to play! So I've seen people do it! Also, does this woman not know that I'm still innocent? I haven't even lost my first kiss yet! But, I do want to lose my first kiss to Sonic, so I'll play. I call Tails' since I know Sonic won't pick up.

Tails: Hey Amy! Do you need anything?

Amy: Hi, Tails! Actually, yes. Is Sonic at your place? Because if I call him, I know he won't pick up.

Tails: Oh he is. Hold on a second... (He yells out Sonic's name)

Muffled idiot's voice in Background: What?

Tails: Amy's asking if your here!

Muffled idiot's voice in Background: So? Do I have to answer her? Yeesh.

Amy: Tails, put the phone on speaker mode.

*Said Fox does what he was told*

Amy: hem hem. SONIC, YOU IDIOTIC PINEAPPLE, COME HERE AND ANSWER THE PHONE OR I WILL CONTINUE TO EAR RAPE YOU. AND IF YOU HANG UP, I'LL COME OVER AND EAR RAPE YOU. IF YOU RUN OFF, I WILL CALL YOU AN IDIOTIC HOE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

Muffled idiot's voice in Background: Since when did she learn to cuss?!

Amy: Sonic, what I just said weren't cuss words. I can say cuss words, if you'd like. Now, if you want me to stop, come over to my house, I got something you might like. I got it in the mail.

That idiot!

Muffled hoe's voice in Background: ... fine...

Amy: Yay!  I hung up, and went the door.

(Sonic's POV)

Frick. I have to go to Amy's house. I mean, I like her, as in I have a crush in her, but her plans to catch me can get deadly. I ran over to her house, and right on cue, she opened the door. She welcomed me in, and signaled me to go to the kitchen. So I did. She quickly took something off the kitchen island, and hid it behind her back. For a second I thought it might have been a s..e..x. toy, but Ames is way too young to play with one.

   "So, I got this thing in the mail, and it said that you might like it. Oh, who am I kidding, of course you'll like it!" She giggled. Her giggles are making me feel something, something inside. Strange... Anyways, she pulls out what she hid. And it was... Pocky Sticks. What's so special about them? "I know what you're thinking. What so special about Pocky?" Frick, she read my mind! "But... They. Are. Chili Dog flavored!" My ears perked up. Did she say chili dog?!

    "Ames, be a good girl, and give me the pocky.~" I said, making my voice soothing enough so she swoons over me.

    "Nuh , uh, uh! You have to follow my rules, and play something with me."

     "Alright."

    "Have you heard of the Pocky game?"

   "Not really..."

   "I'll explain. I will have 1/6 of the Pocky stick in my mouth. We both have to bite as much of the Pocky stick as we can. And..-" Amy trailed off. I have a feeling she was gonna say something else.

    "And?" I said. I was starting to get impatient.

    "N-nothing. Nothing at all." Amy said nervously. She was blushing. She is so cute! Fuck, did I just say that?! "Let's begin, shall we?" Amy asked. She stuck the icing part out, and put it in her mouth. I chomped in the other side, and the closer I got to Amy's face, the more I bit into it, the more I felt my face heat up. I bit the stick one more time, and felt that our noses were touching. I thought for a minute, until an idea came. 

I'll just kiss Amy, and by reflex, or something, she'll faint for a minute or two, and I'll win. I bit, and made our lips touch. My tongue demanded entrance, and she happily did so. I know it sounds disgusting, but the part of the pocky that was touching Amy's lips was visible, so I broke it, and I held on to Amy's body while smuggling a kiss. Her lips were very soft. Out of nowhere, her body felt limp. She looked like she was in so much pleasure, and was blushing like crazy. She was also sweating, oof. I didn't screw her, I just kissed her, DAMMIT. I ran to Tails' house since I lived there, and slowly tried to make my way upstairs, until...

    "Ahem." Tails voice alarmed me. Knucklehead and Mr. Weed Plant were also here. Great. Just what I need. They all looked at what I was holding.

    "Guys, I can explain this-"

    "Sanic, you and Amy are too young to screw. I mean, you are an alright age, but Amy, she's 13 for crying out loud!" Silver said. Boi, whenever you're with Blaze, you always try and look assets that she barely has.

    "Yeah, Sonic, at least wait a few years, we know you like Amy, but she can't become a mother."

   "YOU IDIOTS. LISTEN TO MEEEEEE. Amy tried to make me kiss her, and-"

   "You became horny and attempted to screw her."

   "No. I kissed her a bit, and she fainted.

   "Yeaaaahhh, I'm not buying that." Knuckles said. You idiot, you can't even tell the difference between left and right.

  "Anyways, Imma go put her to bed."

  "Sonic," Tails stopped me. "Are you telling the truth? And plus, I don't want you hooking up with her in here." Tails is 12, and he's had the birds and bees shit talk.

  "Tails, I don't sleep with girls, or make love to them. Especially not to someone who is finally in her teen years. I'll wait until she's old enough." Fuhk. I said the last part out loud. "I mean, I-I w- NEVERMIND!!" I stormed off to my room, and carefully put rest Amy on to the bed. Her hands were in her pockets. I was pretty sure it wasn't like that when I picked her up. I put my hand in her pocket, and damn her hands felt warm. It was a paper, from the CEO of Pocky. So this is what this is all about. Amy's gonna be so screwed once she wakes up!

*internal screaming*