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hoseokspudding · 1 year

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˖ ৎ୭ ॱ ₊ . * Airheads

𓂂 ࿐ ۫ ִ ⸼ Synopsis: A collection of Cashier Zoro! x black female reader head canons!

Characters: Roronoa Zoro

Parings: Zoro x Blackfem reader!

Genre: Head cannons, NSFW & Modern AU

Warnings: afab reader, unprotected sex, cussing, cream pie, pet names, public sex, almost get caught, not a full NSFW fic, mention of slight alcohol.

Author’s notes: I was going to turn this into a fanfic for a friend, however I caught a cold and so I’ll give you guys some head canons to keep you guys entertained <3! I saw this tik tok about having a crush on a cashier and I thought about Zoro lol! This head canons has a NSFW aspect to it! It’s not my best but I hope you enjoy 🐈💨💖

This is for you May!! <3

NO MINORS ALLOWED!

-Takes place in the early 2000’s in which malls were popular.

-You’d always enjoyed going to this particular restaurant at the mall with your friends, but one day, a new cashier appeared who piqued your interest. When you first saw him, you thought it was love at first sight. You adored his green hair and laid-back demeanor.

-You were terrible at flirting with Zoro, putting your hair behind your ear and batting your long eyelashes in the hope that he would get the message but he would simply respond with “Ma’am, may I take your order?” finding you strange. You’d blush as your flirting went horribly wrong, and you’d look down at his name tag getting his name.

-Zoro needed a summer job fast because he had accidentally wrecked his father’s car while taking it for a “test drive,” so the only option was to work at the mall taco restaurant. When the store was busy, Zoro would manage the cash register and occasionally make the tacos. Zoro was terrible at his job, always fucking something up, whether it was breaking the soda machine by punching it because it wouldn’t turn on or burning customers’ food by not paying attention.

-You’d usually buy something and then eat somewhere else after secretly throwing away the food. His cooking was terrible, but you wanted to see his pretty face, and seeing his muscles through his tight shirt as he frantically moved trying to get everyone’s order was the highlight of your day.

-Zoro has been caught sleeping on the job several times, making himself something to drink without paying, and claiming that it isn’t fair for him to work all day and not have anything to drink. On slow days at the restaurant, Zoro would occasionally drink on the job. Even if everyone else on the team was sick of Zoro and his antics, he wouldn’t be fired because his attractiveness attracts customers. Everyone in the mall would be talking about how beautiful Zoro was and how people would be lining up to see him. He was quite popular at the mall.

-Law works there too, he takes his job very seriously and always tell Zoro “don’t slack on the job!” He’s the manager and is only working there to pay off his student loan. He finds Zoro to be a bit annoying sometimes but he doesn’t mind, as long as Zoro is doing his work.

-After noticing you were showing up more frequently and he had taken a liking to you, he’d manage to cook you something decent after a while.

-When you two first started dating, he would reserve a table for you and your friends, primarily you, just to gaze at your pretty face and would glare at anyone who tried to sit at the table. He made certain that it was in a good location where he could see you and occasionally call out to you. That table was only for you, and if he could, he would write your name on it.

-Zoro would dress up as the restaurant’s mascot to attract more customers (which is a taco), becoming extremely embarrassed when the straw-hats and his other friends sees him wearing it. He becomes agitated and tells them to back off. When you tell him how good he looks in it, he starts humming a different tune and proudly wears the costume.

-“Yea whatever,” Zoro would say after being harassed by Nami about giving you free food and how she’ll deduct it from his check. She’s the establishment’s manager, and she needs her money. He’d even tell you not to “worry about it” if you were a few cents or dollars short on the bill. He’d even give you free food because you were his girlfriend.

-During his breaks, you two would have make out sessions in the Mall’s family bathroom, the back of the bookstore, the photo booth, and any other place where there were few people. During his breaks, he’d accompany you shopping and even suggest going to Spencer’s to look at the back of the wall. “Well, how about this one?” He indicated a pink dildo. “It’s not as big as mine, but it should keep you busy for a while.”

-“How about we take this to the restroom?” He teased you one day after you had been flirting for a couple of minutes. You’d respond with a snide “what’s stopping you?” With a small smirk, he leaned against the counter debating on rather to take the offer.

-“Hey Traffy, I’m taking my thirty-minute shift!” He’d call out before rushing over to your side practically dragging you to the nearest bathroom, he couldn’t help himself. You were turning him on while he was on the clock. How dare you parade around the mall in a short skirt and a tank top while he was stuck working an eight-hour shift at his dead-end job!

-When you entered the bathroom, he would push you up against the wall and smash his lips against yours, groaning the entire time. He’d scoop your plump ass and grip it with his massive hands. As you guys continue to make out and compete for dominance with your tongues, he pulled your skirt up a bit and ran his fingers against your slit feeling how damp your core was. “Damn already?” He commented throughout the kiss.

-Zoro would look down at his watch to see how much longer he has before going back to work then enter your juicy folds with his thick digits. With one finger, he slid inside your core exploring your inside with each thrust of his finger. You covered your mouth so no one could hear your loud and slutty moans of yours.

-You immediately fell into his arms as he added more fingers inside of you, your knees trembling with delight. “Z-zoro, please,” you could barely say. “Use your words, princess, you had no problem flirting with me earlier, what’s the problem now?” he said. You were flushed “m-more,” he mocked you, grinning devilishly and letting out a soft coo. “You want me to stretch your pussy even more, don’t you? “. You let out a desperate moan “Yes, I want more” Zoro chuckled and granted your wish.

-You were soon on your knees before you knew it, stuffing your boyfriend’s cock inside your pretty mouth. Your tongue would swirl around his shaft, and saliva would dribble down your mouth. Zoro huffed, looking down at your slutty face, and felt himself becoming even harder. He grabbed your head and yanked it even lower on his cock. He enjoyed fucking your throat and seeing you struggle to take it all in as you held on to his legs for dearlife for support.

-After a while of having your face used Zoro’s personal flesh-light, he stood you up and proceeded to make his next move. He leaned you against the wall and prepared to be inside you. He looked down at his watched and noticed how he only twelve minutes left before he needed to go back to work so he needed to hurry a bit and make the most out of it. He quickly slipped himself inside of you, groaning in pleasure before thrusting. “Holy fuck (Y/N) your pussy is gripping me so good right now” he hissed and gripped your hips.

-“How dare you walk around the mall in that manner? You whore, we can see your tits poking out “He’d chastise you while fucking you up against the wall. You held the wall with one hand while covering your lustful moans with the other. He’d grab your hair, forcing you to look up at the ceiling as he pounded against your wet pussy.

-The sounds of Zoro fucking your tight pussy echoed throughout the bathroom. You tried your best to contain your moans so no one would catch you in the act especially since you could hear people walking past the bathroom you had to keep quiet. It was hard since Zoro was basically piercing your insides, the only thing you wanted to do at that moment was to moan his name.

-As Zoro continued to drill your insides, there was someone at the door trying to open it to use the restroom. You were extremely fortunate that Zoro had locked the door, but you had to remain silent until that person left. It wasn’t easy because Zoro gradually started using slower strokes so that the person behind the door wouldn’t notice what they were doing. These were much more intense and agonizing strokes that drove you insane. You bit your bottom lip, trying hard not to moan.

-When the coast was clear, Zoro began pounding against your sticky core, allowing both of your juices to mix. You could feel your climax approaching. “Z-zoro baby, I’m almost there,” you moaned softly. “Yeah s-same,” he grumbled, feeling close as well. He pulled out of you when you reached your climax and took a moment to look over his work. “Ah, your pussy looks so pretty with my cum inside of you, babe,” he chuckled before cleaning himself up.

-He’d leave the bathroom with a grin on his face and go about his shift, leaving you woozy in the bathroom with cum drooping from your cunt. He’d soon regret it because he was hungry and should’ve taken advantage of the opportunity to get something to eat.

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nifolution · 2 years

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Catch Your Breath 1

Pairing: Jake Jensen & Reader

Summary: Lost chances sometimes come around again. Jake wasn't about to let it slip by a second time.

Warnings: Mostly fluff, angst, feels, cheating (not Jake or reader), hurtful pranks, missed opportunities, lots of reused movie dialog

A/N: Modern/partial high school AU. First chapter happens in 2001. This is a revised copy of my oc fic. (The last name has to remain for a reasons.) It is written in 3rd person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 1

Y/N stood in the corner of the gymnasium, watery eyes drifting over the endless tacky streamers and balloons. For what students paid for tickets, you’d think the school could afford better quality decorations. Her sight landed on the giant banner and scoffed at the message, “Catch Your Breath. Yeah, and I hope ya choke on it.” She wiped her eyes, no longer concerned with keeping her makeup intact. The school’s mascot ‘Paulie the Pickle’ danced idiotically in the middle of the room, encouraging the crowd to join in. “What a fucking joke.” Prom was supposed to be one of the happiest and most memorable nights of your teenage years. It was memorable alright, but for all the wrong reasons.

The bane of her existence, the cheerslut Noel, set her sights on Y/N’s boyfriend the moment they arrived. She was currently on the rebound after breaking up with her on again - off again beau, John, and was looking for the next best thing. Y/N may have felt sorry for her if the girl had not spent the last four years making her life a living hell. Plus Noel refused to keep her hands to herself, latching onto Silas. Touching and flirting with him nonstop, completely ignoring that his girlfriend was right there.

Silas seemingly rebuffed her advances while his girlfriend was around, but the temptation was too much apparently. Y/N stepped away for a few minutes to chat with her friends. Only to turn around to find her boyfriend sticking his tongue down Noel’s throat. Oh, hell no! She marched over to them, grabbed a fistful of the slut’s hair and yanked her off Silas.

“What the fuck, you bitch,” Noel’s whiney voice screamed.

“This isn’t what…”

Y/N saw red. “Silas don’t even try the ‘this isn't what it looks like’ excuse. You are so full of shit. I was gone for five minutes. How could you?”

Noel gave a fake pout, “Guess you should've kept a better eye on him. Can’t blame the guy when something this hot is around. Maybe if you worked out a little more he wouldn’t need me. Too bad, so sad.”

Resisting the urge to smack the girl in her face, Y/N squared her shoulders. “And I think it's incredibly sad that you only know how to value yourself based on how others want to use your body. You're going to live a very lonely life, Noel.”

Y/N pushed past the cheating jackass, avoiding his attempt to grab her arm. “Screw you, Silas, we’re done.”

“Snookums, don’t be like that. It meant nothing. Just a slip up, I promise.”

She ignored her ex-boyfriend's empty words and walked away. He didn’t even apologize. They’ve been dating since sophomore year, lost their virginity to each other, planned to get married someday and he threw it away for that skank. She managed to hold back the tears until she found a quiet area by the benches. Sending her cousin a quick text asking for a ride home, she allowed herself to cry out her heartbreak.

Jake Jensen was bummed, prom was nothing like he imagined. He spent so much money on a suit, the limousine and the perfect corsage for his beautiful date, only for her to humiliate him. Getting out of the limo, his date asked him for a kiss. Giddy, he closed his eyes and leaned in, only to be met with thin air. Opening his eyes, he found himself surrounded by the cheerleading team and half the jocks. They hollered and laughed as they pelted him with water balloons full of pickle juice. Their assault ended with his date calling him a loser and shoving a pickle in his face. Something the group found hysterical.

He cleaned up as best he could, and stood under the hand dryers for what felt like hours, but the smell lingered. Jake came out of the restroom and plopped down on the nearest bench. Cringing as his not quite dry suit squished a bit. Just as he was deciding that he should go home, he heard sobbing. Turning his head he saw his classmate, Y/N crying.

He’d had a crush on her since forever, but she didn’t know he existed, especially with her hunky boyfriend around. Why was she alone? Looking around, Silas was nowhere in sight. Someone had to help her. Tentatively, Jake approached, “Hey, are you okay? Please don’t cry. If you tell me what’s wrong, maybe I can help?”

Y/N vaguely recognized the boy trying to console her. The blue eyes peering out from the large glasses, the messy hair, she’s seen him around. He took a lot of advanced courses and they didn’t run in the same circles, but he always seemed like a nice guy. “Not unless you can turn back time so I can stop my ex from making out with that slut, Noel and ruining everything.”

“I’m sorry, you deserve better than that dickhead.” Not having a tissue, Jake handed over his tie for her to dry her eyes.

She sniffed and patted at her eyes, frowning, “Why do I smell pickles?”

“Shit, that’s me,” he admitted. “The um, the slut was my date, actually. Found out the hard way that it’s a long standing tradition for the head cheerleader to take the biggest nerd to prom, and have the popular kids douse him in pickle juice.”

“What immature asshats. I’m sorry they did that to you.”

“It’s okay, I’ll live.” He offered his hand, “Jake Jensen.”

“Y/N Reyburn.” She shook his outstretched hand. “I do remember you, actually. I was in band with your sister. You and your friends talked your way into her last competition field trip by convincing the principal you guys had to jump up and shout ‘tequila’ when we played the song.”

Jake laughed, “That was worth it. And I believe our contribution helped you guys win second place.”

“Oh, of course, couldn’t have done it without ya. Thanks.” She smiled and took a deep breath. Her phone chimed, alerting her of her cousin’s message. “Shit! She’s not coming for another hour.”

“Who?”

“Oh, um, my ride. For obvious reasons I want to get the hell out of here.” As if she needed proof the universe was against her, Silas and Noel started playing tonsil hockey a few feet away. She felt sick. “Think I can get away with pulling the fire alarm?”

Jake spotted the new couple, knowing how it must be hurting Y/N, “Or I can start a fire.” Her loud snort made him smile. He offered her some punch while she waited, she accepted. Clicking his tongue and making finger guns, he ventured to retrieve the beverages. Swiftly returning and handing her one.

Y/N raised her glass, “Cheers to high school clichés; computer nerds, band geeks, bullies, slutty cheerleaders, hurtful pranks, and being dumped at prom. We got the whole teenage experience tonight.”

“To the horrible teenage experience,” he toasted to the absurdity of the night. The conversation continued to flow easily between them. He took the chance and asked her to dance before she left. Almost regretting it when she said yes, because he did not know how to.

Luckily, Y/N did. Jake covered up his nervousness by singing while they swayed. When the song ended, he wanted to kiss her so bad, but knew it was too soon. So he placed a kiss on her hand. Earning him a breathtaking smile.

He accompanied her outside and waited on the school steps. Wanting to see her smile again, he tried to impress her by doing a backflip off the railing. “And the crowd goes wild.”

“That was awesome.” When he bowed, she continued, “To be fair, I'd have liked it just as much if you fell on your face.”

Jake scoffed, “How rude. You know you loved it.”

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for making tonight tolerable. Tell ya the truth, I wish we would have come to prom together. We would have had a great time. No drama, no embarrassment.”

“Well I still had a great time. My favorite part was when I was the unwitting victim of a seriously dumb prank, but the all-night clinging stench, that was good times.” He shook his head, “Honestly, you're the only reason I stayed. Turned my night around. You’re an amazing girl, Y/N. Maybe we can hang out some other time.” Jake wanted to ask her out properly, but not until she was ready.

She giggled, “Some time when you don’t stink of pickles.”

He nodded, “When I’m back to my regular freshness, I promise you can smell me anytime you want. I give you full permission to just take a whiff whenever you fancy.” Jake lifted his arm, leaned in and exaggeratingly gagged. “Just not now though.” He started asking for her number when a car pulled up honking.

The driver stuck their head out the window, “Move your ass, Y/N. I haven’t got all night.”

“I got to go. Thanks again, Jake. I’ll see ya around.” She ran down the stairs and hopped into the waiting vehicle.

Jake sighed as the car sped off. “Oh, that sucked.” It would be okay though, they still had a month of classes left. He’d get another chance.

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Two weeks later, despite his best efforts, Jake had not run into Y/N yet. He kept expecting it to happen organically, but alas, it did not. They didn’t share any subjects and his class times never matched up with hers. They never ran into each other in the hallways because their schedules kept them in different parts of the school. Exams started next week and Jake knew there’d be no chance to see her until graduation if he didn’t do something now.

A lightbulb went off in his brain. The next day he arrived early and broke into her locker. He wrote a small note with his name and number and placed freshly picked flowers on top. He hoped she liked them. His neighbor, Mrs. Shaw certainly did, and hopefully wouldn’t notice that he nabbed a few from her garden.

Y/N had been doing her best to find Jake. She didn't know his schedule or where his locker was. It was frustrating, she felt like she was just missing him. If she'd just be a minute earlier, or later, she’d see him. Today she even waited outside by the entrance as long as she could before class started, sweating her butt off in the heat, and he never entered the building. Another day gone without running into the one person she wanted to see. Huffing as she opened her locker, Y/N was greeted with a bunch of flowers wilted to a mushy mess. Ugh, they were probably from Silas. She scooped them up and threw the flowers in the nearest trash can. Never seeing the piece of paper stuck to the bottom.

Her exams flew by and before Y/N knew it, she was walking across the stage to receive her diploma. Time to celebrate, high school was finally behind her. When the ceremony was over, she went on the hunt for Jake. Knowing where he would be sitting alphabetically, she made a beeline for his section, hoping she wasn’t too late. She was almost there when someone stopped her.

“Y/N, hey, congratulations. We made it.” Silas gave her a bear hug.

Trying to get this encounter over with, she decided to play nice. “Congrats to you too. Glad all that is over.” She tried to get him to put her down, but he took it as an invitation to kiss her. She pushed him away and demanded he let her go.

Silas’ face fell, “I miss you, Snookums. Don’t you miss me?”

“I don’t have time for this.”

“If it’s because of Noel, I swear we aren’t a thing anymore. She was just a phase, Snookums. It was no big deal, nothing really happened, so I don’t see why we can't get back together. I love you and I know you're the only girl for me.”

Y/N crossed her arms, “So this would have nothing to do with the fact she's back together with John?”

“Of course not.”

“And you weren’t caught having sex with her in the library after our history exam.” At least he looked ashamed. She was so done with him. “We are not getting back together, Silas. I wish you the best, but it’s not going to happen. I have to go. Take care of yourself.”

The G - K section was empty by the time she pushed through the crowd to get there. She continued searching in vain for Jake in the sea of people. Once the venue was down to a few stragglers, she knew she missed him. Guess he wasn't serious about seeing her again after all.

Jake rode shotgun in his friend’s car, on their way to a party. He looked for Y/N at graduation, but when he spotted her, she was embracing and kissing Silas. His heart fell at the sight. Guess they made up. Throwing in the towel, he left as quickly as he could. He was disappointed, but not surprised. Nobody wanted a loser.

Chapter 2

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sorryjustafangirl · 3 years

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mascot mysteries

a/n: me posting something that isn’t at like midnight? wow. anyway i thought this was a super cute idea so i hope you all enjoy it :) this is also a gender neutral reader! and this is a covid-free AU

Pairing: Nolan Patrick x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

warnings: a few couple words, a little bit of anxious movements, Gritty (if that needs to be a warning)

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and real person fiction if you don’t like that, please don’t read! also the gif isn’t mine! all credit to the incredible gif-maker!

tagging: @barzypatty

You walked into the Wells Fargo Center, admiring the arena. This was your dream job ever since college. Honestly you couldn’t believe you got it. You pull out your phone with the emailed instructions of where to go. You look for the “hallway next to the washroom” only to discover there are three different hallways that have signs directing to the washrooms.

Well fuck.

“Are you good there?” You look to your left to see two guys, likely players based on their attire. One was taller, with longer hair and a small smile. The other one was shorter but looked more rambunctious. It looked like there were in a little bit of a rush, but you were really lost.

“I’m actually kind of lost. I’m looking for conference room B8? But the instructions I have are really vague, so I have, like, no idea where I’m going,” you admitted, folding into yourself a little bit.

“That’s on our way! Come with us, we’ll show you where it is,” the shorter one said, motioning you over to where the two of them had stopped. “So, you’ve never been here?”

“It’s actually my first day on the job, so, um no. I haven’t been here before either, I, uh, grew up in Canada,” You cursed yourself. This was your first impression with the organization and you couldn’t even make a conversation without the stammering.

“Cool! Me and Patty are from Canada too! Shit, sorry, I’m TK and that’s Patty,” He said, motioning to the taller guy beside him. “And don’t worry about getting lost, Pats here got lost on his first day too,”

“Good to know I’m not the only one whose bad with directions,” you directed your comment to Patty, making brief eye contact with him. A rosy blush brushed his cheeks and you caught a mumbled “yeah”

“What do you do….?” Patty prompted, his voice quiet, but somehow you still heard it. He couldn’t deny you were pretty.

“Oh, sorry, I’m Y/N. And I’m in media? I don’t know my exact title, but working for one of the best marketed media teams was too good for me to, uh, turn down so…” You said, slightly talking in front of TK so you could answer Patty’s question.

“Oh cool! Maybe you’ll get to meet Gritty, he’s the fun residence troublemaker,” Travis popped in.

“I thought that was your job Teeks,” which earned a jab from TK into Patty, who just snickered.

“Travis, bud!” The three of you stopped to see someone else motioning for TK, who jogged over to the other man.

“C’mon, the conference room isn’t too much further, I’ll walk you there,” Patty said, already making some steps forward. After a small comfortable silence, he stopped in front of two double doors. “So, uh, this is it. Good luck on your first day,”

“Oh! Thanks. And, um, thanks for showing me where it was,” You tugged down on your jacket. “I guess I’ll just….” you motioned behind you to the doors.

“Oh right, yeah, I’ll, uh, let you go,” You gave a small wave and turned towards the conference doors and he turned back to go where he came from, only to turn around after a few steps. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You took a few steps back towards him.

“You’re in media, yeah? So you might be at games or maybe even practices?” He scratched the back of his neck, slightly mumbling towards the end.

“Uh, yeah maybe. I’m not too sure where they’ll put me just yet but I like being in the action. I know that might seem weird ‘cause I’m sorta shy and quiet but..” You wrung your hands together.

“No, no, I get it. It’s like being a different person, when you’re behind the camera or something. You get to be someone else and it’s nice. I get like that on the ice sometimes. I can make the big hits and stuff and no one treats it like it’s different from being quiet outside the game,”

“Yeah, like a different person. That’s exactly it,” You met his eyes again. Holy shit, why is he so gorgeous?

“Y/N Y/L/N?” A head popped out from behind the conference room doors. “We’re ready for you,”

“Great, thank you,” You turned back to Patty. “That’s, uh, that’s me, but I’ll hopefully see you around, Patty?”

“I’d like that a lot. And uh, you can call me Nolan,” The blush came back to his cheeks but you could barely notice over the heat in your own cheeks.

“Bye Nolan.” You gave him one last smile before entering the conference room and closing the door, slowing entering the room. Once you came into sight, the people around the table jumped up.

“Ah! There they are! Our new Gritty!”

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After that first encounter, you seemed to bump into Nolan more. Before work, sometimes after work. You would make casual conversation, both mumbling, but you just got each other. And it didn’t take too long for him to muster up the courage to ask you on a date. While you were slightly hesitant, he was quick to assure you that “I may have asked G to ask management if it’d be okay with our jobs and, uh, everything’s fine, so…?” which earned him a kiss on the cheek and a yes.

The problem was your job. You loved being a mascot. Seriously, you did. You were hooked after that first varsity game you went to in college. The energy of the crowd, interacting with the players and fans, the anonymity. The anonymity was the issue. Behind the costume, no one knew it was shy ol’ you. You could do anything and no one would tell you that you were being too rowdy or obnoxious. No one expected anything out of you except fun. It was perfect. And being Philadelphia’s beloved mascot/political figure was the dream. Telling Nolan risked the anonymity of the job. But to not tell Nolan was becoming an issue. He understood you had to work during game days, but it was becoming increasingly difficult not to see you with the other better halves in the stands, especially since you worked here. There was no reason for you not to be there. Every other teammate of his got to see someone they loved in their jersey but he didn’t.

When he brings this up, all timid, you are so quick to make a compromise. Before every home game, you’d meet in the tunnel for a good luck handshake. It might seem ridiculous but he got to physically see you before each game and it was a fun, quirky ritual.

“It’s like a different person right? You get in your zone and I’ll get in mine,” You told him. He responded with a kiss.

But you were running out of excuses why you were late either before your handshake or after his game, where you would also meet him in the tunnel. You had used the “I caught up with work” at least four times, “I saw a coworker who wanted to talk” a few times, and even resorted to “I got lost” once. You could see it was throwing him off a little. He was still playing perfectly fine, but it didn’t have that same “umph” he sometimes brought to the ice.

It was the home game against the Penguins when he finally snapped. That’s how you knew it was bad. Gritty was asked to do the fun pre-show, and you hadn’t had time to change to see Nolan before the game. He threw more hits, had more aggression, and more than the normal Pennsylvania rivalry. You couldn’t help but think that part of it was because you didn’t show up before the game. He’d even gotten in a fight with Tanev early in the second period.

So, during the intermission between the second and third, you asked your team to lead you down to the tunnel and grab Nolan out of the dressing room. The Flyers were up 3-0 so you didn’t think it’s be a huge issue with Coach.

He quietly exited the room, confused on why he got pulled out. A member of your team just gestured to you in your costume, which did little to clear up his confusion. You held your hand up in a fist for a fist bump, the first move in your handshake. When he still gave that bewildered look, you softly grabbed his gloved hand and pushed it against yours. When you lifted your hand up for a high five, he still needed some prompting. But when the down low high five came, you started to see the gears in his head turning. He gave a small chuckle and slowly worked through your handshake, ending with a pinky promise and a kiss to your respective thumbs. When you’ve finished, he just gives you that small side smile and shakes his head, with a chuckle.

You can hear the boys getting hyped up in the dressing room, and then the buzzer goes, so you break away from Nolan, but stay in the tunnel. As the boys single-file pass you, you give them each a boop on the head, with some extra love given to Nolan.

That third period, Nolan seems to have his “umph” back. An assist and a goal, and he celebrated both by glancing up to you, celebrating as per usual with the fans, especially after his goal.

After the game, you go and have your own shower, all sweaty after the 5-0 Pennsylvania battle. You took your time, knowing you’d have to have a semi-serious conversation with Nolan. But when you join him in the tunnel, he’s all smiles. He wraps you in a hug, spinning you around, before setting you on the ground and nuzzling into your neck. You run your fingers through his own freshly washed hair. The two of you stand there for a bit before he mumbles into your neck, barely audible.

“Like another person, eh?” You smiled and tucked your head into his chest.

“Oh shut up, I don’t even know if you’re allowed to know.” A hearty laugh escaped him.

“Secret’s safe with me, babe,” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head as you started to make your way out of the arena. “Fuckin’ Gritty, I can’t believe it. I thought you were ignoring me,”

“I’m sorry, Nols. It’s just a lot to take in. Didn’t want to scare you off,”

“Well, I’m sticking around if that’s alright with you.” You looked up at him, and his cheeks started to redden, and not just from the game.

“Yeah. That’s alright with me,” You leaned into the crook of his shoulder, glad you didn’t have to hide any part of yourself from Nolan anymore.

Bonus: “Did you ever actually punch a kid?”

“Oh my gosh, I’m not answering that,”

“It’s a valid question babe! I’m not going to stop you, I just wanna know,”

feel free to let me know what you think! thanks for reading

#nolan patrick #nolan patrick imagine #nolan patrick fic #philadephia flyers fic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl x reader #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nolpatty #abby writes

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niffala · 2 years

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Catch Your Breath (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Jake Jensen & OFC (Daphne)

Summary: Lost chances sometimes come around again. Jake wasn't about to let it slip by a second time.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, feels, cheating (not Jake or Daphne), hurtful pranks, missed opportunities, lots of reused movie dialog

A/N: Modern/partial high school AU. First part takes place in 2001. Reader insert version found here. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 1

Daphne stood in the corner of the gymnasium, watery eyes drifting over the endless tacky streamers and balloons. For what students paid for tickets, you’d think the school could afford better quality decorations. Her sight landed on the giant banner and scoffed at the message, “Catch Your Breath. Yeah, and I hope ya choke on it.” She wiped her eyes, no longer concerned with keeping her makeup intact. The school’s mascot ‘Paulie the Pickle’ danced idiotically in the middle of the room, encouraging the crowd to join in. “What a fucking joke.” Prom was supposed to be one of the happiest and most memorable nights of your teenage years. It was memorable alright, but for all the wrong reasons.

The bane of her existence, the cheerslut Noel, set her sights on Daphne’s boyfriend the moment they arrived. She was currently on the rebound after breaking up with her on again - off again beau, John, and was looking for the next best thing. Daphne may have felt sorry for her if the girl had not spent the last four years making her life a living hell. Plus Noel refused to keep her hands to herself, latching onto Silas. Touching and flirting with him nonstop, completely ignoring that his girlfriend was right there.

Silas seemingly rebuffed her advances while his girlfriend was around, but the temptation was too much apparently. Daphne stepped away for a few minutes to chat with her friends. Only to turn around to find her boyfriend sticking his tongue down Noel’s throat. Oh, hell no! She marched over to them, grabbed a fistful of the slut’s hair and yanked her off Silas.

“What the fuck, you bitch,” Noel’s whiney voice screamed.

“This isn’t what…”

Daphne saw red. “Silas don’t even try the ‘this isn't what it looks like’ excuse. You are so full of shit. I was gone for five minutes. How could you?”

Resisting the urge to smack the girl in her face, Daphne squared her shoulders. “And I think it's incredibly sad that you only know how to value yourself based on how others want to use your body. You're going to live a very lonely life, Noel.”

Daphne pushed past the cheating jackass, avoiding his attempt to grab her arm. “Screw you, Silas, we’re done.”

“Snookums, don’t be like that. It meant nothing. Just a slip up, I promise.”

Daphne vaguely recognized the boy trying to console her. The blue eyes peering out from the large glasses, the messy hair, she’s seen him around. He took a lot of advanced courses and they didn’t run in the same circles, but he always seemed like a nice guy. “Not unless you can turn back time so I can stop my ex from making out with that slut, Noel and ruining everything.”

“I’m sorry, you deserve better than that dickhead.” Not having a tissue, Jake handed over his tie for her to dry her eyes.

She sniffed and patted at her eyes, frowning, “Why do I smell pickles?”

“What immature asshats. I’m sorry they did that to you.”

“It’s okay, I’ll live.” He offered his hand, “Jake Jensen.”

“Daphne Reyburn.” She shook his outstretched hand. “I do remember you, actually. I was in band with your sister. You and your friends talked your way into her last competition field trip by convincing the principal you guys had to jump up and shout ‘tequila’ when we played the song.”

Jake laughed, “That was worth it. And I believe our contribution helped you guys win second place.”

“Who?”

Jake spotted the new couple, knowing how it must be hurting Daphne, “Or I can start a fire.” Her loud snort made him smile. He offered her some punch while she waited, she accepted. Clicking his tongue and making finger guns, he ventured to retrieve the beverages. Swiftly returning and handing her one.

Daphne raised her glass, “Cheers to high school clichés; computer nerds, band geeks, bullies, slutty cheerleaders, hurtful pranks, and being dumped at prom. We got the whole teenage experience tonight.”

Luckily, Daphne did. Jake covered up his nervousness by singing while they swayed. When the song ended, he wanted to kiss her so bad, but knew it was too soon. So he placed a kiss on her hand. Earning him a breathtaking smile.

He accompanied her outside and waited on the school steps. Wanting to see her smile again, he tried to impress her by doing a backflip off the railing. “And the crowd goes wild.”

“That was awesome.” When he bowed, she continued, “To be fair, I'd have liked it just as much if you fell on your face.”

Jake scoffed, “How rude. You know you loved it.”

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for making tonight tolerable. Tell ya the truth, I wish we would have come to prom together. We would have had a great time. No drama, no embarrassment.”

“Well I still had a great time. My favorite part was when I was the unwitting victim of a seriously dumb prank, but the all-night clinging stench, that was good times.” He shook his head, “Honestly, you're the only reason I stayed. Turned my night around. You’re an amazing girl, Daphne. Maybe we can hang out some other time.” Jake wanted to ask her out properly, but not until she was ready.

She giggled, “Some time when you don’t stink of pickles.”

The driver stuck their head out the window, “Move your ass, Daphne. I haven’t got all night.”

“I got to go. Thanks again, Jake. I’ll see ya around.” She ran down the stairs and hopped into the waiting vehicle.

Jake sighed as the car sped off. “Oh, that sucked.” It would be okay though, they still had a month of classes left. He’d get another chance.

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Two weeks later, despite his best efforts, Jake had not run into Daphne yet. He kept expecting it to happen organically, but alas, it did not. They didn’t share any subjects and his class times never matched up with hers. They never ran into each other in the hallways because their schedules kept them in different parts of the school. Exams started next week and Jake knew there’d be no chance to see her until graduation if he didn’t do something now.

Daphne had been doing her best to find Jake. She didn't know his schedule or where his locker was. It was frustrating, she felt like she was just missing him. If she'd just be a minute earlier, or later, she’d see him. Today she even waited outside by the entrance as long as she could before class started, sweating her butt off in the heat, and he never entered the building. Another day gone without running into the one person she wanted to see. Huffing as she opened her locker, Daphne was greeted with a bunch of flowers wilted to a mushy mess. Ugh, they were probably from Silas. She scooped them up and threw the flowers in the nearest trash can. Never seeing the piece of paper stuck to the bottom.

Her exams flew by and before Daphne knew it, she was walking across the stage to receive her diploma. Time to celebrate, high school was finally behind her. When the ceremony was over, she went on the hunt for Jake. Knowing where he would be sitting alphabetically, she made a beeline for his section, hoping she wasn’t too late. She was almost there when someone stopped her.

“Daphne, hey, congratulations. We made it.” Silas gave her a bear hug.

Silas’ face fell, “I miss you, Snookums. Don’t you miss me?”

“I don’t have time for this.”

Daphne crossed her arms, “So this would have nothing to do with the fact she's back together with John?”

“Of course not.”

Jake rode shotgun in his friend’s car, on their way to a party. He looked for Daphne at graduation, but when he spotted her, she was embracing and kissing Silas. His heart fell at the sight. Guess they made up. Throwing in the towel, he left as quickly as he could. He was disappointed, but not surprised. Nobody wanted a loser.

Chapter 2

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oboevallis · 3 years

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who is he

AU: amelia never told link he was the father of her son

“Amelia, you have to tell him eventually. Especially if he’s asking.” Meredith reprimanded as she stirred in sugar into her coffee. Since Scout was at school age everyone had been telling her he’d be asking questions about his father, and Amelia had been dreading that conversation. He had asked the question last night though, he asked Amelia why he didn’t have a dad present, his friend has two dads, and he could never recall him having one or mention of one.

“There’s nothing to tell him, Mer.” Amelia sighed as she situated her lab coat, and pulled her hair back.

“Well, he has a dad. Who may I add has no idea, that it’s their child.”

“Link made it clear if the baby wasn’t his he wasn’t interested. So when I found out the baby was his I realized, if he can’t love me for me he doesn’t deserve to love my kid. At the end of the day he’s mine.”

“And Link’s kid. It takes two to make a baby.”

“And only takes one to give them sufficient love no matter what.” Amelia sighed, sending a glare towards her sister before leaving the attendings lounge. Since Link left her and she’s had no contact with him, and wasn’t interested in doing so.

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“Mom?” Scout asked as he walked into his mother’s room.

“Yeah babe?” She patted the space in her bed next to her. Scout crawled into bed next to her and passed her a paper.

“We have to do a project about our lives, like where our names come from and our parents and like where we were born and stuff like that.” He pointed to each bullet point that had the criteria.

“Alright.” Amelia smiled, knowing her son he was going to try and find information about his father through this. “Seems simple enough, you want to get started now?”

“Hmm.” Scout seemed to contemplate this. “No, but maybe you can tell me the things I need to know?”

“Okay.” Amelia braced herself and sat up before passing the piece of paper back to him. “What do you need to know?”

“How did you and my dad meet?” Amelia leaned over to see the sheet of paper.

“I don’t see that as a question on the list.” She then pointed to one of the bullets on the list. “Here, we can do the ‘where we’re you born question’.” Amelia chuckled scooting closer to her son and wrapping her arm around her son. “I was in LA that’s in California. It was late at night and I couldn’t sleep, because you were kicking up a storm.”

“Did I hurt you when I would kick.”

“Nope, didn’t hurt a bit. It was just hard to get comfortable. Back to my story, I went outside and sat on the beach, then your Aunt Addison came and sat with me for awhile. It took her a long time to convince me that I needed to go to the hospital.”

“Why didn’t you want to go to the hospital?”

“I was scared.” She forced a smile, thinking about her first son, but she wasn’t going to get into that at the moment. “But then early early early in the morning you came, and I saw your cute little face and you were healthy and perfect. And I wasn’t scared anymore because I had you.” Scout smiled at his mother, before asking the next question.

“Why’d you name me Scout?” Amelia hesitated for a moment. He’d been named Scout because it correlated with his fathers name, and when she told Link it was a boy he’d suggested the name and at first she hated it, but when she saw her son for the first time she knew he was a Scout.

“Your name comes from a character in a book. You’ll get to read it when your a bit older.”

“I don’t have siblings, so can I talk about Zola and bailey and Ellis?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

“So how are they related to us?”

“Well, my brother Derek.”

“My middle name!”

“Yep, he’s the dad of Zola, Bailey, and Ellis. So since Derek and I are siblings his kids are my nieces and nephew, making them your cousins.”

“Do you miss your brother?”

“I do, everyday.” Amelia nodded.

“How about my dad? Do you miss him?”

“Why are you so keen on knowing about your dad?”

“I dunno, it seems like everyone has a dad. And they do things with them, like go to baseball games.”

“Well we’ve talked about how every family looks different. Like your friend has two dads and no mom? Some kids only have a dad, some have two moms. Our family is you and me.” She wrapped her arm around her son allowing him to lean his head on her shoulder. “And we can go to a baseball game if you really want to. We can do all those things.”

“Really? You’ll take me to a baseball game? You always say how dangerous it is.”

“Yeah, but we can go to a game. As long as your not partaking in the game yourself.”

“Deal!” Scout jumped up on the bed, shrieking with laughter. “Can we see the Mariners?” Her heart dropped at the mention of the team.

“Any other team you like?”

“Well yeah, but the Mariners are Seattle’s team. And we do live in Seattle, and I really like their mascot.”

“Okay, we can go to a game.” The neurosurgeon sighed nervously.

“Yay!” Scout jumped on to his mother engulfing her in a hug. “Your the best mommy ever.” Amelia smiled contently, savoring the hug.

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“This is reaaaaaaaaaaally big.” Scout said as they stood near the entrance and he was looking up at the stadium.

“It is isn’t it.” Amelia looked down at her beaming son and smiled, he had the same smile as his father. “Now when we go in, you don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

“Mom I’m 6 years old, I’m a big kid.”

“Yes you are a big kid, but I’m afraid I’m going to get lost so I’m gonna hold your hand.”

“Okay, I’ll protect you mom.”

“I appreciate that.” She squeezed her sons hand, and leaded them to ticket booth. Once they got into the stadium, Scout clung tightly to his mother obviously not used to the amount of people around them. “Want to get some nachos?”

“They have nachos here?” Amelia brightly smiled and nodded, knowing they were her sons favorite. “This is the best place ever!”

“Hmm.” Amelia hummed, she knew her son was over the moon excited, but all she wanted to do was run far away. As they were waiting in the concession line, Scout explained to her who the star players were and how the game worked.

“Is anyone a doctor?” A voice shouted from behind, causing Amelia to turn around abruptly. She took her sons hand and went to the person who was seizing on the floor.

“Don’t move, and watch this watch keep track of the time.” She told her son handing him her watch and left him two feet away. She then moved to move the person onto their side, and took off her jacket putting it under the mans head. “I’m Dr Shepherd. Has he ever had a seizure before?” She asked the woman standing beside the man, obviously distraught.

“No, no this is the first time.”

“Heard there’s a seizure?” Amelia’s heart dropped when she heard the voice. He kneeled across from her, and his face visibly dropped registering who was in front of him. The paramedics were standing next to the two with a stretcher ready for the patient, but the seizure had yet to stop.

“Do guys have lorazepam?” Amelia asked, looking at the paramedics instead of Link who had the medical bag.

“Already on it.” Link salty said as he injected the patient with it. After a couple of seconds the seizure ceased.

“How long was that?” Amelia asked looking back to her son.

“5 minutes aaaaaaand 3 seconds.” Scout said as he watched the watch in his hand.

“Alright, this guys gotta get to the hospital.” Amelia said before helping the paramedics ease the man into the stretcher. She then took her sons hand.

“Grey-Sloan right?” Link asked as he walked with them.

“Yeah we’re gonna take him there, are you coming as well Dr Shepherd?” The paramedic asked, Amelia nodded and picked her son up so they could keep up with the fast pace. “What are you doing Dr Lincoln?” The paramedics asked noticing he was following them.

“I was gonna come.”

“No, you’ve gotta stay here. You know in case one of the players get hurt?” The other paramedic said as they loaded into the ambulance.

“Yeah, right.” Link and Amelia held eye contact as the door was shut. He watched the ambulance drive away and sighed, it had been years since he had seen her. He thought lots of times what he’d say if he saw her again, but failed to get the words out.

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“I’m so sorry we missed the game.” Amelia apologized as she walked into the attendings lounge where he was sitting with Maggie.

“It’s okay.” He sighed, leaning into his mother once she sat down on the couch.

“I promise the next game we’ll go, and I’ll try really hard not to save someone’s life.” She chuckled, kissing the top of her sons head.

“I have a question.”

“And I may have an answer.”

“Who was that doctor? He knew what hospital you worked at.”

“Oh my God, Link?” Maggie asked, abruptly turning around while she was pouring her coffee.

“Who’s Link?” Scout asked.

“Link. Is. No. One.” Amelia glared at her sister.

“Right.” Maggie immediately looked down at the floor, embarrassed. “I’m just gonna go now.”

“Now, they won’t be stadium nachos, but want to go get nachos somewhere?”

“Yes please!” Scout smiled jumping up from the couch.

“Let’s get some nachos.” Amelia smiled standing up, Scout went to get his coat on while Amelia opened up her phone and stared at her former boyfriends contact, before shutting her phone off and taking her sons hand as they walked out of the hospital together. Seeing Link today brought up old feelings but she had to remember she had all she needed, her son. She smiled as he squeezed her hand and it reaffirmed her he was all she needed.

#amelia shepherd #amelink #atticus lincoln #greys anatomy #greysanatomy #scout lincoln #maggie pierce #greys fanfic #greys anatomy fanfic #meredith grey

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algernoninwonderland · 3 years

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Miraculous is playing one big game of Calvinball with its magic/power system and it undermines the show quite a bit

TL;DR: Miraculous has, at first glance, a very basic power/magic system… Only whenever it tries to get more complicated than “Moon Prism Power, Make up!” it ends up being an unspeakable mess, due to poor creative decisions that don’t allow for the audience to truly understand what is going on and why, outside of “whatever the plot requires so that we can get to the next scene”.

It may well be because the people making this show wanted to shift their attention to kwamis and their powers in the future seasons, but holding onto that for seventy-something episodes has done the show a disservice.

Longg isn’t the kwami of Perfection. Longg is the kwami of being a cool dragon. And sometimes, being a cool dragon is enough, you know? Instead of doing complex things poorly, you can tackle simple concepts really well and people won’t think any less of your creation, au contraire.

Throughout the history of the superhero genre, a pretty nifty thing most creators have understood is that you need to explain a bit of how and why the hero’s powers work. Superman is superpowered because it’s all a matter of gravity, a fact underlined in the very first issue of Action Comics, in the very first page of Superman ever. The X-Men are mutants. Sherlock Holmes was bitten by a radioactive detective.

Basically, what happens in most cases is, the creators come up with a set of rules to sort of explain the storyworld so that you know to manage your expectations, so that the storyworld feels more cohesive too. That’s what I call a neat way to allow your audience to suspend their disbelief and feel more involved in the story being told! Things happen and are allowed to happen a certain way for a reason in-universe, there is a kind of logic proper to the work of fiction being built that makes it easier for the audience to fully get into said work.

In Hunter X Hunter, Nen is a pretty cool concept that is well-defined, we see what it is at first with no explanations, and it’s hella intriguing, which makes you want to know more (and that’s deliberate) and then the manga explains it to you a few chapters later and for the most part, Togashi sticks to that definition. And now we understand what is going on and how. Cool, right?

What do we have here? Creative decisions that are often given justifications in-universe to make them more believable in the context of the story being told, even though they are ultimately arbitrary decisions which can be challenged (see how Superman’s powers changed over time, for instance). You can toy with these explanations and that makes for great comedic potential, just look at One Punch Man!

Magic can be a little murkier for sure, because magic doesn’t necessarily follow rational logic. I won’t be getting into the soft/hard magic talk here. Still, if you want your audience to understand what is going on and if you’re not a complete hack (looking at you Joanne Kathleen), you tend to set up some rules so that the audience can grasp what the hell is going on, understand why something is really impressive or really basic. Is it really such a big deal that a character is able to master that one spell? Why? Ursula Le Guin and Brandon Sanderson are really good at that, and manage a good balance of mystery and understandability.

Miraculous fumbles the bag pretty hard when it comes to how its magic/power system works. Which, after 70-something episodes, is not great.

Part of it is due to the exposition style Miraculous has chosen for itself, which could be great but ultimately isn’t, and part of it is due to poor definition in the first place.

Miraculous hates exposition dumps most of the time, and I think it’s actually a good thing. No one wants to feel as though they’re sitting through a boring class instead of having fun. Well done, guys! Exposition dumps often make you all the more aware of the artificiality of a story. And so, Miraculous mostly relies on context cues as a means of introducing you to the world. They just show you the thing and trust you to understand and interpret it properly. And sometimes, it works really well!

I still sincerely believe that Stormy Weather is a fantastic first episode, and it does its job amazingly well. In 24 minutes, you learn the very basic outlines of how stuff works, relationships between the characters and superpowers. Yes, it’s very basic, but that’s fine, you can’t drop all that new information on your audience all at once. We understand that the power within the Miraculous, that of the kwami, allows for its wearer to transform. This comes with nifty perks, heightened agility, reflexes, amazing strength, magical accessories, and special quirks unique to each of the Miraculouses.

Are we good so far? See, if we stuck to that, it’d be fine. Not mind-blowing but pretty okay still. Doesn’t have to be too complicated to be enjoyable, just look at Sailor Moon!

And then Miraculous tried to spice things up and communicated its ideas so poorly that the arbitrary decisions taken by the writers are glaring, and seriously affect the audience’s suspension of disbelief and enjoyment.

The kwamis aren’t just cutesy mascots, they’re gods. And yet their powers are very limited. Why? Well, the show doesn’t really bring that question up, we can only try and infer things. Now, what are these limitations, and why do they exist in the first place? I’ve got a vague answer to the first question (a time limit for transformation once the special power is being used).

The answer to that second question is very unsatisfactory, and that’s the only one I’ve got: “because the plot requires it if we want to do such and such thing”. Which is an answer that applies to absolutely all creative decisions in fiction, yes, but there’s usually more to it as well, in competently-made shows at least, it’s not so transparent. Why is Marinette able to wield so many Miraculouses at once? Well, it’d look cool and it’d make her look powerful, so why not! But Adrien can’t. Why? He just can’t. No explanations whatsoever. Just because. It’s magic. Shut up and watch the show.

Well, that’s not entirely true. We’ve got fleeting remarks about being able to unlock kwami powers and maintaining a transformation for longer and whatnot. The problem is, they’re just that, fleeting remarks, and worse, they are so scattered across the show it’s really easy to forget about them in-between episodes, especially since the release schedule is absolute nonsense (it isn’t the creators’ fault, but it certainly has an impact on the way the audience engages with the show). So no, the show isn’t going down the “just roll with it” route, not entirely… And that makes the lack of proper explanation that much worse.

It feels as through the few rules there are in Miraculous are being made up on the fly and… Heh. That’s just not great.

It doesn’t help that the powers themselves are… Really something, huh?

Chat Noir’s power is the only one that really fits with what his kwami is meant to represent. Destruction. Easy to represent, right?

Creation is trickier, that requires being imaginative, and Miraculous isn’t terribly imaginative when it comes to its lucky charms. Hey kids, did you know that you could use a ladder to stop an ice-skater? How creative! I mean you could also use salt to melt the ice, or a baseball bat to smash his kneecaps, then… The point is, being convoluted isn’t the same thing as being creative, and while Chat Noir gets to decide what he destroys, Ladybug gets an item thrown at her and you better believe she’ll find an use to it… How is that creation exactly? Is the lucky charm popping out of thin air creation? That’s a bit underwhelming, isn’t it?

Tikki represents convolution, Nooroo is the power of creating minor antagonists…

I had to check the Wiki to remember what concepts the other kwamis are meant to represent. There’s a disconnect between that and the way powers are represented on-screen. Pollen isn’t the kwami of Subjection. Pollen is the kwami of stabbing people with a stinger. How do I know that? I watched the show and nothing else.

If you want your audience to not be confused, if you don’t want your story to feel completely arbitrary to your audience (though it’ll always be just that), maybe take the time to explain things that are crucial for the understanding of the storyworld’s inner workings. You don’t have to give everything away in the first ten episodes, not at all, but you should explain them at some point, take the time to do so if these are more complex concepts that are crucial to your show. And if they aren’t key to your show, you don’t have to include them, and I promise no-one will notice.

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jowritesthingss · 4 years

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Excuse Me Sir This Is My Emotional Support Eldritch Being

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Pairing(s): n/a

Rating: Teen (for swearing)

Content Warning(s): rabbits, food/drink, mild(ish) swearing, not!Sasha, eldritch beings, spoilers through early s3-ish

Length: 2,190 words

Brief Summary: The archival team adopts a rabbit. (Part one of the Emotional Support Eldritch AU!)

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“What is it?”

Jon levels a suspicious glare down at the fluffy blob comfortably stretched out in the middle of the overstuffed break room couch.

Tim blinks owlishly at him from behind his mug of tea. “A...rabbit?”

“Yes, but are you sure it’s a rabbit?” Jon asks insistently. “Not a—a spirit, or...an animated doll, or a clown in disguise or something?”

Sighing, Tim sets his tea down on the counter. “Look, I get the whole ‘suspicious of us being murderers’ thing—no I don’t, actually, but that’s beside the point—it. is. a rabbit.” For a good measure, he walks over to sit on one side of the rabbit, reaching a hand out to the little guy’s fluffy head. If a rabbit could smile, he suspects this one would be doing so as it leans up into his hand.

“No fleas or ticks...or worms, so it’s not some Jane Prentiss Pet Sematary crossover, I promise—” Tim rolls his eyes, “—the veterinarian confirmed as much when I brought the poor thing in. Out of the mud and the rain of the gutter,” he adds, not even attempting to hide the guilt-trip. He wishes Martin were here, with his ridiculously effective puppy-dog eyes.

Tim knows this is Jon he’s talking to, but surely even he can’t be that cold-hearted. He rather thinks that Jon will enjoy not being alone anymore down here during all his late nights. If he’d let himself, surely Jon would enjoy having company in the form of a teeny tiny creature that can’t and won’t harm him—which, uh, certainly is not why he’s lying about his current flat not permitting pets, no siree.

“...Fine. Whatever.” Jon points an accusing finger at him. “But we’re not keeping it,” he stresses. “The moment you find it a different home, it goes. The moment.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Tim chirps, although as he begins a staring contest with the rabbit’s curious red eyes, he has no intention of actually doing as Jon says.

Martin chooses this moment to walk through the door. His eyes light up. “Aw, is that a rabbit?”

“No, this does not mean you’re allowed to bring in more strays,” Jon snaps.

The light in Martin’s eyes fades. “Okay,” he says mournfully as he crouches to pet the rabbit, sulking.

“So what should we name him?” Tim asks Jon when the Head Archivist comes into the break room the next morning.

“Oh—my—” Jon startles where he stands by the counter, attempting to make himself some toast with the Archive’s horrible fifteen-year-old toaster—toast that now splatters across the floor. Somehow in his sleep-deprived stupor he must’ve missed Tim sitting on the couch with a white rabbit on his head. He never seems to really notice Tim, but at this point it’s fine enough; Tim has accepted that the guy has impossibly poor taste.

The rabbit clambers down from Tim’s shoulders, jumping off of the couch and padding over to investigate the new human(?) and the mess he made.

“How about Thumper?” Tim puzzles aloud, stretching leisurely and acting as if he doesn’t notice Jon frantically scrubbing up raspberry jam and trying to avoid the rabbit’s investigative snuffles all in one. “No, no...that’s too cliché.”

“I really don’t see the point in naming it when it shouldn’t be here more than a few weeks,” Jon comments, shooing the animal in question away before it can try to lick up any jam.

“Maybe Joe?” Tim continues loudly, as if he hadn’t heard the other. When the rabbit ambles back over to him, he scoops them up, pressing their noses together. “Ligma?” He shakes his head at the rabbit. “No, no. We need to have more sophistication as we go about this.”

“You could do with applying that sophistication to your work,” comes the grumbled retort.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Jon abruptly turns to burn another piece of bread in the toaster.

“How about Marshmallow?”

“What on Earth—” Jon shrieks, jumping in his desk chair, and a sheaf of papers is sent flying around the office.

“The rabbit. Should we call him ‘Marshmallow’?” Tim smiles as innocently as he can manage, standing out in the hall with his head peeping into his boss’ office. “Marshie for short?”

“I am in the middle of a statement!” Jon sputters. “Get out!”

“Okay, okay....” Tim fluidly shrugs his shoulders. “What about ‘Bob’?”

“Out!”

But Tim continues to pop into Jon’s office unannounced throughout the day, tossing out name suggestions. He even manages to rope Martin into doing it too, and notes with savage delight that between the two of them and his work, Jon doesn’t get much more than a moment to wallow rest for the remainder of the day.

Between the two of them Tim and Martin manage to compile a surprisingly long list of names:

Snowball,

Posy (Martin is partial to this one because he thinks it’s cute),

Bungen Leitner,

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt (“is that too American of a reference for a fanfic taking place in the UK?” “what?” “what?”),

the Bunholding,

Michael (Jon is especially averse to that one for some reason),

Cottonball,

Fluffy Bastard (Tim’s own favorite),

Bugs Bunny,

Eldritch Horror (Tim tosses that one in as a joke; no way the rabbit that eats his own shit is some kind of otherworldly being),

Big Bungus (“it’s a play off Big Chungus!” “d’you seriously think anyone else here even knows what memes are”), and

the Vampiric Count Sir Maximillianus-Who-Is-Also-A-Werebun

(Despite badgering Sasha multiple times in an attempt to get her thoughts on the matter, the only name she offers up is “Dinner”, which makes Martin cry, so that one is out.)

None of the names quite seem to fit the little white puffball that has now taken over the realm of their break room, however—so Tim and Martin find themselves going back to the drawing board. They reluctantly leave the Institute at the end of the day, still without having decided upon a name.

“JON JUNIOR!” Martin screeches excitedly the next morning as they’re congregating once more in the break room, zombie-like before their tea and mid-morning snack time (primary schools don’t get all the fun, okay).

Jon and Sasha startle, and for once even Tim himself jumps. The rabbit doesn’t seem to care much where he is, nibbling at some hay in his corner litter box.

“I—what?” Jon asks, flabbergasted, although he manages to not drop his toast this time. Character development.

“We should name him Jon Jr! After you!” Martin explains eagerly.

“Absolutely not,” Jon tries to say, but before he can finish, Tim is jumping in.

“I think that is an excellent idea,” he says, grinning broadly. “Thoughts, Sasha?”

“I’m not emotionally invested in this.” Sasha shrugs, uncaring. “I’m going back to my desk.” She takes her drink and walks out of the room, letting the door slam shut behind her.

“All right, since Sasha doesn’t care, I’ll decide her vote for her,” Tim says, carefully containing his glee. “So that’s three votes for and one against, then. Majority rules.”

“What? No!” John protests, but Tim is too busy looking at the rabbit for confirmation.

“What do you think, little guy?” He walks over, bends down, and lightly boops the rabbit’s nose. “Are you a Jon Jr?”

The rabbit twitches his nose in agreement and poops.

“Well then!” Tim stands, clapping his hands together. “That’s been decided upon.”

No, it hasn’t,” Jon insists, but Tim cares little for his boss’ objections. He’ll accept his fate as Jon Senior eventually.

To Tim’s utter surprise and fascination, it happens sooner than later.

Jon, Tim quickly realizes, is a lot like the one dad who says “no dog” and then ends up loving the dog more than he loves his own children.

Despite his initial objections, the daft fool ends up getting caught up in Jon Jr’s big, innocent, rabbit-y gaze (worse than even Martin’s puppy-dog eyes, they conclude gravely), and by the end of the day Friday Jon has announced that he supposes the rabbit can stay with him over weekends and holidays.

“We’re still not keeping him,” Jon reminds them all, even as the rabbit gathered in his arms, giving his nose kisses and knocking his glasses askew, says otherwise.

He gets caught trying to sneak the rabbit into his office on more than one occasion, but Martin raises a fuss about it.

(“He’s all of ours! Jon Jr is our department’s mascot now,” Martin protests defiantly. “You can’t take him away from the rest of us.”

“Yeah,” Tim adds, mostly just to stir up drama—he doesn’t particularly care one way or another. “You can’t just swoop him up and file him away like one of your statements.”

“Just don’t let it get out and chew at my electronics,” Sasha says, distractedly typing something on her phone, probably to that weird new boyfriend.)

To stave off the imminent coup, Jon Jr becomes an officially-declared resident of the break room. He slowly amasses chub around his middle and a cardboard kingdom of bunny toys, houses, blankets, and treats. A rabbit could want for nothing more.

And perhaps—perhaps a human could want for nothing more, too, Tim thinks as he looks down at the figure curled up on the sofa, rabbit nestled against his chest.

He doesn’t love the man, not by a long, long shot—doesn’t even particularly like him half the time—but Tim can’t deny that the scene is adorable. And, regardless of his very vocal protests, Jon Jr may very well be what Jon Sr needs to finally process things and move the hell on with life.

Tim smiles grimly. It’s about damn time.

He quietly closes the door to the room and heads back towards the Archives. He’ll leave Jon to wake himself up.

(And to discover for himself that Jon Jr has peed on his pants leg.)

Of course, this is the Archive we’re talking about, so naturally the peace is abruptly shattered, and everything goes horribly, horribly wrong.

Tim isn’t entirely certain what happens or why, but all of a sudden Sasha isn’t really Sasha, and he and Jon have gotten backed up and cornered in the tunnels as this not-really-Sasha stalks towards them, predictably with the intent to kill, just like the rest of the spooks they are so lucky to deal with.

Tim and Jon Sr slowly back away until they hit a dead end. Meanwhile, Jon Jr licks at Tim’s arm—he’d been scooped up as they ran into the tunnels, Tim doesn’t entirely know why—and despite the fact that they are most probably about to, y’know, die, the little kisses almost feel strangely reassuring.

The thing-that-is-not-Sasha cackles, her—their?—its?—voice distorted and echoing throughout the tunnels. It stalks towards them.

All of a sudden, Jon Jr wriggles loose and leaps smoothly down onto the ground. He scampers in front of Tim and Jon, heading towards bitch-give-me-my-Sasha-back.

“No! Get back here!” Tim hisses at the rabbit, even though he knows it’s pointless. He hates to admit it, but he’s becoming rather fond of Jon Jr, even if Tim mostly brought him in to piss off and totally not help Jon. Jon—who, speaking of, seems to be equally fond now, judging by the deflating tire of a terrified squeak he makes, and the adorable immature grabby arms he makes at the little bugger.

“Junior,” Jon calls out, sounding like a toddler who’d just been told Santa wasn’t real (he is, they have the statements to prove it, he is). And Tim wants to laugh, albeit hysterically. The first time he sees his brick wall of a superior cry and it’s over a rabbit, and he’s not even going to have time to gloat over it because they’re about to die. “No! You’re going to—”

Jon Jr stops and sits in front of wholly-absolutely-totally-not-Sasha-what-the-fuck, who looks down at him, bemused through its murderous bloodlust.

The rabbit lifts a dainty paw up to his mouth, and suddenly—suddenly it’s twisting and huge, towering up to the ceiling of the tunnel, its skin hairless and tinted a sickly, glowing gray, with five, six, seven...a whole lot more limbs than a rabbit is supposed to have.

The not-rabbit unhinges its now meters-long jaw and snaps up the creature.

Tim and Jon stare at each other, wide-eyed.

There is a loud gulping sound, then a deafening crack, and suddenly there is a very normal white rabbit sitting in front of them again, carefully cleaning one paw with a very normal pink tongue.

“Wh—” Tim chokes on his own words.

The holy-shit-it-really-is-an-eldritch-horror-after-all stretches, yawns, and flops over in a dead sleep.

“...We’re keeping the rabbit,” Jon says faintly.

“I—yeah.” Tim nods, light-headed. “We’re keeping the rabbit.”

Jon Jr the rabbit-slash-eldritch-abomination gets a very hearty dinner of romaine lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumber peels that night.

(Tune in next time* for the terrible, terrible realization—“Jon Jr is a girl?!” (Also why is there another dead body again, dammit, can’t we go one week))

Fin

First || Next

(There may or may not actually be a next time. It depends. )

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magioftheseas · 4 years

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It’s Easier

Written for @komahinaisle

Day 2: Soulmate AU, Lies, Confession

Summary: Hinata wasn't expecting to meet his soulmate after being enrolled in the school of his dreams, albeit under bizarre (and false) pretenses. It's just easier, this way, right?Things just keep getting more difficult.

Rating: T

Warnings: None, really.

Notes: I like the idea of Hinata lying about not remembering his talent. I meant to use that idea much sooner...and for something very different. But, it was used for this instead. Yep. Enjoy.

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“I should introduce myself. My name is Komaeda Nagito, the Ultimate Lucky. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Komaeda...Nagito?

Hinata blinked, disbelieving as Komaeda kept that patient, friendly smile.

“I... Um.” Clearing his throat, Hinata tugged at his collar. The name on his collarbone burned. “T-This...might just be a coincidence.”

“Coincidence?” Komaeda’s eyes were alight with curiosity. “Of what, might I ask?”

“I-It’s just... Komaeda Nagito’s the name of my soulmate, that’s all. Uh.” Hinata swallowed once more but his throat still felt dry. It had to be because of the salt in the air. “M-My name, it’s—it’s Hinata Hajime. Nice to meet you.”

“Hinata-kun?” Komaeda’s expression didn’t change. Flustered, Hinata was ready to laugh the whole thing off, except before his startled, widening stare, Komaeda pulled down at his own shirt collar to expose the first part of the name printed on his collarbone.

Hinata.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Komaeda said breezily. “It seems we’re soulmates, Hinata-kun.”

H-How can he be so calm, what the hell?!

“I-I... I guess...” Hinata squeaked. “I-I guess so.”

It’s too good to be true. It’s way too good to be true, so Hinata hurriedly searches Komaeda’s face for something amiss. Dismay, disappointment, the slightest bit of hesitance—literally anything. But Komaeda looked utterly at ease, if a bit pinker than before.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You must have expected better.”

“N-No, that’s not it!” Hinata yelped. “I’m just—I’m just surprised. I didn’t expect to meet you under these circumstances. That’s pretty bizarre, huh. Haha.”

“It’s not the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I-Is it not even in the top five? No, I don’t actually want to know...

“It’s um, I’ve always wanted to go to Hope’s Peak,” Hinata rambled on. “It was my dream school, so to attend it and then meet my soulmate on top of it... Just those two things make me feel like this shouldn’t be real.”

“I’m sorry,” Komaeda repeated, smile faltering. “Even though I go to Hope’s Peak, I assure you I’m nothing special. I’m only here because I was selected as the Ultimate Luck.”

“T-That’s still pretty cool,” Hinata retorted. “Most people could only dream of that.”

“I suppose you’re right...” Komaeda hummed, and then, his eyes lit up. “What’s your talent, Hinata-kun? I’m sure it’s much more impressive than mine.”

“M-My talent?” he echoed, and the world went cold in spite of that warm smile on Komaeda Nagito’s face. Sparkling eyes didn’t divert their attention for a second even as Hinata felt his stomach drop. “I... I’m...”

I’m not...

“I don’t...”

I don’t actually have a talent. I-I’m just a normal nobody.

“I don’t...remember.” It slips out before he can stop it. And now it’s too late. He can only go with it. “Sorry, I—a lot as happened, my mind’s still a wreck, like, I don’t understand it myself either, it’s really weird—!”

“I understand,” Komaeda said kindly, patting his shoulder. “A bout of amnesia wouldn’t be unusual under these circumstances. Breathe, Hinata-kun.”

Hinata inhaled, taking in that reassuring smile.

He believed me. Of course he would. What kind of fucking asshole would lie to their soulmate anyway?

He’ll fess up. Maybe when things calm down. He’ll confess. Just not right away.

Hinata exhaled, trying to will himself to relax.

“I’m sure whatever you have will be a wonderful talent,” Komaeda says with such sincerity that it makes Hinata die a little on the inside. “Don’t worry so much.”

I’m the worst. The absolute worst. God, this poor guy deserves so much better.

If only Komaeda’s gentle demeanor and gentler hands squeezing his own didn’t excite him so much on top of all that. His soulmate—this guy was his soulmate and he had just the perfect face and personality. It was way too good to be true.

Obviously this will fall apart, he tells himself. It has to.

Despite his cynicism and pessimism, Hinata couldn’t help but indulge at least a little. Yes, he was still baffled by the turn of events of being stuck on a tropical island resort—but things could be worse, right?

Worse...like a malicious bear mascot taking over. Worse, like that same bear enacting a death game. Worse, like the bear informing them that a traitor was among them. When Hinata’s gaze met that of his soulmate’s, he could’ve choked on the lump of his throat.

It could even be him—and it could even be me.

“Hinata-kun,” Komaeda had whispered tenderly afterwards. “You’re bleeding. Should I get Tsumiki-san?”

Hinata shook his head furiously. He had half a mind to tell Komaeda to leave—but he actually didn’t want to be on his own at the moment. If there was anything to cling to in such times, it would be a soulmate—except Hinata doesn’t know what to trust. Or even if he should trust anyone.

For the sake of not only his safety, but for everyone else’s.

“Um. Mind if I...?”

Komaeda kneels beside him and he flinches. Komaeda’s quick to wave his hands placatingly, smile strained and eyes sad. He looked utterly pitiful. Hinata supposed he himself looked so much worse.

After meeting my soulmate, we ended up in this ridiculous and horrifying situation. Maybe we’re both cursed.

He does stare intently and warily as Komaeda digs through one of his coat pockets. He relaxes, however, when Komaeda just pulls out a packaged wet wipe. Komaeda tore it open, still wearing a wobbly smile, and he offered it meekly. With his other hand he tried to indicate where the cut was on Hinata’s face.

Hinata sighed.

“Can you get it for me? Obviously I—can’t see it.”

Even if he shoves that down my throat, it won’t kill me.

Komaeda, for what it’s worth, is careful when brushing the wipe against his cheek. He even flinches in sympathy as Hinata tries not to recoil too much. Komaeda is humming softly as he cleans the cut, and then, he rifles through his pocket once more and pulls out a band aid.

“You’re pretty prepared, huh,” Hinata mutters under his breath, not meeting the other’s gaze. Komaeda gives a lilting laugh.

“I’ve gotten into a number of accidents,” was the breezy answer. A pause. “Nothing like this, though.”

“You were worried about this happening before,” Hinata pointed out grumpily, wincing at his tone. It sounded like an accusation.

Komaeda, to his credit, merely shrugs that off.

“It was in a book I read once,” he said. “You may have heard of it.”

Was it made into a movie? Hinata wanted to snort. It’s not like knowing that will help. Pretty sure they just started killing each other.

He felt cold, the situation sinking in further and rooting him to the ground. He barely even reacted to Komaeda sticking the bandage to his face.

“Hinata-kun?” Komaeda sounded concerned. He waved a hand in front of his face. “Hinata-kun?”

Hinata grabbed his hand and squeezed, giving himself some sense of stability in a world that was unraveling and collapsing more by the second.

Why? Why did this have to happen now? Is this what I get for coming to Hope’s Peak without a talent?

His grip on Komaeda’s hand must be bruising. He should loosen it at least a little. He thinks that—but it won’t come through at all. Hinata just keeps on squeezing and Komaeda—Komaeda doesn’t say anything. He just allows this. Without a word of complaint.

This is too much. It’s too much. I finally go to my dream school, I finally meet my soulmate and now—now this!

Hinata bit back a scream, but couldn’t prevent a full body shudder.

“Breathe,” Komaeda murmured. “Hinata-kun, breathe.”

Hinata took in a struggling breath. He exhaled, inhaled, and then, he swallowed.

“There, there,” Komaeda reassured him gently. “That’s it. In and out.”

Hinata struggles to follow, but he’s glad that Komaeda just tells him to breathe. That Komaeda doesn’t lie and say things will be okay when they clearly won’t. It’s nice to have someone who understands when he doesn’t want to hear vapid words of comfort in times like this.

He breathes, and Komaeda squeezes his hand back. Things aren’t okay—and they probably won’t be for who knows how long. But—at least the two of them are together. At least there’s that.

He could be a traitor. Or I could be. But, we are still soulmates.

“Hinata-kun, you’re looking quite pale! Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah—about as well as I can be, anyway.”

That means we have a connection, regardless. Even if I can’t be upfront with him, he’s still—mine, isn’t he?

“If you need anything, I’m always here, Hinata-kun. Not just as your soulmate—I’m always happy to help! It’s the least someone like me can do!”

“Someone like you?”

“Aha, you know. Someone who, ah, isn’t really talented. Soulmate aside, I wouldn’t dare suggest we’re on equal footing.”

He’s still mine. Even if I have to lie to him to keep him under control.

“Hey, come on. Don’t say that. We don’t even know what my talent is—or if it’s worth being called a talent at all.”

“Don’t say that! I’m sure you do have an amazing talent, Hinata-kun, even if it’s unconventional!”

“Huh...”

“I can help you figure it out if you want! What do you think about Ultimate Serenity?”

“T-That’s more you than me.”

“Really? I mean, it might be because we’re soulmates but... I do feel at ease around you. I think we’re similar in some significant ways. Oh, but I don’t know if that’s why we’re soulmates... Soulmates are still quite the mysterious phenomenon after all.”

“I guess...”

“Oh, no! Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no. Don’t worry about it.”

We’re soulmates—and yet I can’t even be honest. What does that say about me? Komaeda doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t. I’m the worst. And, yet.

“Ultimate Serenity...definitely isn’t it. Any other suggestions, Komaeda?”

“Oh! Ultimate Klutz!”

“Pfffft. I mean that wouldn’t be unfitting.”

“Ultimate Tsun!”

“H-Hey, what are you trying to say now?!”

“Haha!”

At least we’re...together?

“Do you hate me now, Hinata-kun?”

Of course I do.

“I’m sorry. You really don’t deserve a soulmate as wretched as myself. But—I suppose it can’t truly be helped.”

Shut up. Shut up.

He couldn’t stand that Komaeda was smiling at him so pitiably after what he pulled. His temper flared, and it took everything he had not to throttle the other with his own hands. And, yet, that connection between them remained.

We’re both liars. Wretched, fucking liars. I wonder... What face would you make if I told you the truth?

It actually lingers on his tongue like the almost confession of a sinner. He considers it, and then swallows it back.

No. After what you did, I don’t want to be the one condemned right now.

Lies really were easier. Even under circumstances like this. If they were to be together even like this—he might as well keep on lying.

#KomaHinaWeek2020 #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #KomaHina #HinaKoma #Magi fics #show up in the tags challenge

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pixiegrl · 4 years

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“pipe the fuck down, asshole.” for muke, if you feel like writing more from the tangled au I think this would really fit them,,,,,,

Maggie! I love Tangled AU! I hope you like this, it’s technically part 1 since it’s before the lantern scene. (shout out to @pushkinalexander for reading this over)

And I cross-posted it on ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/25866775)

“Michael,” Luke says, tugging on Michael’s sleeve again. “What’s that?”

Michael steadfastly ignores Luke. Even since they left the tower, Luke’s been tugging on Michael’s sleeve with question after question about everything they’ve seen. Michael has looped from finding it cute and endearing to annoying. Luke can’t possibly be dumb enough to not what most things are. He had books in his tower, he could read, and he had a window. Michael has seen the drawings and paintings Luke made. He has to know what most things are.

“Michael,” Luke whines, tugging harder. Michael stares straight ahead, pretending he can’t hear Luke. He’s not letting Luke win this one.

A wet tongue licks his cheek. Michael shrieks and jumps, trying to shove Petunia off of his shoulder. She misses his hand, jumping neatly onto Luke’s shoulder again as he giggles. How can a lizard look so smug? Michael glares at Petunia. She burrows back into Luke’s hair.

“Michael, what are those?” Luke points at some flowers by a nearby river. Michael breathes heavily out of his nose. Michael doesn’t know every single flower there is and he’s not sure why Luke keeps asking him as though he does.

“I don’t know. Pink ones?”

Luke darts over to them, leaning down to get close to them.

“Hang on, you don’t know if they’re safe or not!”

Luke rolls his eyes. Michael can’t believe the amount of attitude Luke has for someone who’s lived in a tower their whole life with only a lizard to keep him company. If it wasn’t for the crown that he knows Luke has, Michael would have left Luke by now and let him walk himself and his long hair to the lanterns. As it is, Michael has almost tripped over Luke’s hair enough times now that he’s getting sick of it. Maybe if Luke goes to sleep tonight he can just cut it off and be done with it.

Luke has already snapped a few of the flowers off their stems, humming lightly as he tries to weave the flowers together into something like a crown. He continues to hum as he leans over and drops the crown onto Michael’s head. Michael frowns, moving to bat the flowers away. He’s got a mysterious rugged persona to maintain and that does not include the flowers Luke is determined to stick in his hair.

Luke shrieks loudly, jumping onto Michael’s back. Michael grunts under the motion, sagging a little under Luke’s weight. For such a delicate looking guy, he’s heavy when he wants to be.

“Michael it’s going to hurt us!”

“What? What is going to hurt us?”

“That!” Luke yells, pointing at something on the ground with the frying pan he’s been using as a weapon. Michael looks down. A small brown rabbit is sitting up on its hind legs, sniffing at the air. Michael thinks he feels his eye twitch.

“Luke, it’s a rabbit. It’s not going to hurt us.”

“But what if it has razor sharp teeth? What if it’s looking for a meal?”

“Princess, it’s a rabbit. They eat grass and other shit. Look how little it is! It couldn’t even bite your ankles if it wanted to. It’s harmless.”

Luke peaks around Michael’s shoulder. The rabbit twitches its nose at them. Luke makes a tiny squeak sound, lowering the pan.

“Do you think it’ll let me touch it?”

“You just said it might have razor sharp teeth and now you want to pet it?”

“It’s cute! Besides, you said it was little.”

Michael huffs. “Well then be careful, it probably smells fear,” Michael rolls his eyes, making to drop Luke to the ground.

Luke approaches the rabbit cautiously, sticking his hand out in front of him. The rabbit sniffs him and leans his head forward, allowing Luke to pet it. Luke giggles. Michael finds it very cute and then promptly decides that he will not find it cute. Luke is annoying and whiny and it doesn’t matter that he’s glowing in this light, smiling widely as he pets the rabbit, dimple in his cheek. Just because Luke is cute and Michael has thought about kissing him doesn’t make him any less of a pain in Michael’s ass.

“Michael, look,” Luke giggles. He’s holding the rabbit now, cuddling it to his cheek. The rabbit doesn’t seem to mind being cuddled either, sniffing at Luke’s cheek. Petunia is looking at it disdainfully, as if it’s going to take her place as Luke’s favorite creature. It’s painfully cute and it makes Michael’s heart ache thinking about how this is the first time Luke has ever left his tower (prison) and that this is the first time he’s actually experienced the world. He looks happy and content, cooing at the rabbit and petting its head.

“Luke, we can’t keep him.”

Luke pouts, “Why not?”

“It’s a wild creature. You can’t keep a wild creature locked up if it doesn’t want to be. He’ll be happier roaming free.”

Luke frowns, looking down at the rabbit sadly. His glow seems to dim slightly. Michael realizes what he’s just said. It’s a little too painfully close to Luke’s situation to feel right mentioning out loud.

“Hey, it’ll be fine. He’s probably got a whole rabbit family to get back to and rabbit adventures to go on. Besides, we already have an animal mascot and your hair to deal with, we don’t need another bother,” Michael says, patting Luke awkwardly on the shoulder. Luke looks up at Michael, blues eyes wide and head cocked to the side. Luke’s doing that thing where it’s like he’s staring into Michael’s soul and Michael does not like that.

“Come on, we gotta go. We still have to find somewhere to eat or stay or whatever before it gets dark. Can’t leave you at the mercy of wild animals out here, Princess.”

Luke lets the rabbit go, after giving it one last pet on the head. It hops off into the bushes and Luke watches it go a little sadly before turning to Michael, nose scrunched up.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Call me Princess.”

“It’s a nickname. People use them as terms of endearment, or something like that,” Michael says. He’s never had anyone to call a nickname before, but he’s seen people use them all the time. Especially at the orphanage, where it seemed like everyone else was friends with each other except for him.

“I don’t like it.”

“What, having a nickname?”

“No. Princess. When you say it it sounds mean. I don’t like it when you sound mean.”

Michael rolls his eyes. God, Luke may be pretty but he’s really annoying when he wants to be. Michael knows it’s because Luke hasn’t had any human contact outside of his mother, but still. He’s picky as fuck and very opinionated about things. Since they started, Luke’s made it known that he doesn’t like shoes and refuses to wear them because he likes the feeling of the grass on his bare feet. He hasn’t stopped smiling at everything they’ve encountered, even when it’s something as silly as a “neat looking rock.” He hasn’t been deterred by Michael’s mood at all. It shouldn’t be so endearing.

Michael glances at Luke. He’s focused on the ground, worrying his lip between his teeth like he’s nervous about something. Oh. He’s worried that Micheal is upset at him because he said something about the nickname. Which makes sense from what little he knows about his mother.

“I mean, I don’t have to call you a nickname if you don’t want me to. I can just call you Luke. It is your name and I can respect that.”

“I don’t mind the nickname, but I don’t like that one,” Luke says slowly, as if he’s thinking about how to phrase it. He scrunches his nose up, glancing at Michael.

Michael tries to give him a reassuring smile. “Well, I’ll have to think of something else, won’t I Lu.”

Luke beams. He links arms with Michael, tugging him along slightly. He starts babbling about everything that he wants to do once they get to the lanterns and town. The sunlight streaming through the trees hits Luke, lighting him up and making him glow. He looks happy and content, Petunia peeking out from his hair, the only burst of contrasting color against the purple of his shirt. It’s the first time Michael has seen him at peace since they left the tower. Michael knows Luke means to go back to his tower after all of this is over, but it doesn’t sit right with him to send him back after showing him the world down here. Everything about the way Luke holds himself, from the constant need to touch Michael and the constant stream of conversation, makes him wonder if Luke is worried this will all stop existing if he slows down for a moment.

Maybe he can give Luke something to remember this by. Something solid and tangible to remind him that this is real, that everything they’re doing is his gift to Luke. He spots a little clump of purple flowers off the side of the trail and he stops abruptly, pulling Luke to a stop with him. Luke cocks his head to the side as Michael pulls away, bending down to tug a few of the flowers free from the ground. He knows he can’t make a crown like Luke did earlier, but he can at least give these to him.

He tries not to look Luke in the eyes as he tucks a few of the flowers behind his ears. The purple stands out brightly against the blonde of his hair. Up close, Luke’s eyes are a bright, clear blue and full of wonder and excitement.

“There you go. A little color to brighten you up, Sunshine,” Michael says, face going warm and pink as soon as he realizes what he’s said. The nickname had slipped out, unplanned for. It fits Luke though, as he beams wildly at Michael, sunny and bright. Michael has to glance away, embarrassed slightly.

“Sunshine? Oh, that’s adorable, I love it so much. This is the best birthday present ever, even better than the time Mother gave me a guitar and that lesson book. And you gave me flowers? I’ve never had anyone give me flowers before unless you count the one time Petunia snuck out of the tower and brought me a few that we saw growing but those weren’t as colorful as these. Does this mean we’re friends now? Friends give each other gifts right? Here, I want to give you this!” Luke babbles excitedly, pulling off the sunburst ring he’s wearing, the only piece of jewelry he has, and grabbing Michael’s hand, pushing the ring onto his middle finger. Michael feels his face heat up even more. Luke’s glances up at Michael, grinning.

“I’ve never had friends before. Unless you count Petunia, but a lizard can’t talk to you when you have a question about what color to use in your painting. And Mother doesn’t count because I hardly see her and she’s my mother. But I’m glad you’re my friend, Michael. You’re a great friend taking me to see the lanterns and doing all this,” Luke glances at Michael, frowning slightly, “Michael, are you okay? Your face is really red, do you need to sit down?”

“Oh, pipe the fuck down, asshole,” Michael mumbles, batting Luke’s hands away as he starts to touch his face. Luke looks somewhere between scandalized and amused at Michael. Michael gives him a small smile to let him know he’s joking. Luke beams widely, pulling one of the flowers behind his ear and sticking it into Michael’s hair. He grabs his hand and interlocks their fingers as they continue on their walk. It’s nice, Michael decides. Getting to have a friend like Luke.

#asks #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #luke hemmings #muke #5sos #maggie i hope you like this #it's more tangled au folks and it's just as sappy #my writing #calumsclifford

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mothmansrevolt · 4 years

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LU Girl Scout AU (and subsequent PTA AU)

LU au where they have to pretend to be girl scouts because Time has to prove a point to the pta board and to the Karen Squad Its basically a bunch of highschoolers and singular college student pretending to be girl scouts because of both friendship and Time just shoved some sashes in their hands and said Y'all are all now girlscouts and offered to get them Chipotle as payment.

Twilight is in college(online). Warriors in a senior. Legend and Sky are juniors. Hyrule and Wild are sophmores. Four and wind are freshmen. Four is homeschooled by his grandfather though. All are in a specila branch called hylia scouts (creative i know). This means they get set uniforms and competitions with other troops over cookie selling boundaries since hylia scout troops are usually very close to eachother. There are two troops in their area including them. Troop 4296 (the Links) and 6669 (the Karen Squad) They are troop 4296 because Time wouldnt let them have either 420 or 6969

Time--a pta mom--rivals with the Karens--tired as all hell but will not hesitate to prank the karens--troop leader and/or chaperone depending on the situation--He has a million bumper stickers supporting his "girls"--honestly he's just here for the cookies--someone get this man a coffee--has two sons according to the law, but has eight in spirit--you mess with his children he will not hesitate to murder you--all his sons are arsonists and he doesn't understand why--will call the links his "daughters". half the town can't tell what children he actually has--loves coupons and discounts "Malon said I'm not allowed to start fights at the pta meetings but I will not hesitate drag her here if you insult my beautiful brats again." Twilight--Time's eldest son--only in this because he doesn't want his friends to get hurt and he loves his parents--a good boy--loves animals and will not hesitate to educate you on them--he wears overalls and if forced will wear a skirt over the overalls--he cant sell cookies for shit because nobody believes that he is a girlscout--sometimes has to duck down behind Four if certain people are around because they'll get suspicious--it does not work--He pretends to be everyone's big brother and they love him for it--perpetually confused by Wolfie "I have command over an army of teenagers and goats, nothing can stop me but gas money and my gpa." Wild--Time's second son--can pass as a girl pretty well--he destroys stuff during craft time--hot glues patches to sash--He has every one of the cooking patches and than some--Often seen with the camera photographing everything--Will help create new badges--give this boy a scavenger hunt and he will find you just about anything--has a tendency to ride on wild animals--isn't legally allowed to drive a car nor own a license. nobody knows why--second most convincing for this whole thing "This is just a glorified gang and honestly I am living for it." Four--from the neighboring farm but Twilight and Malon babysits him sometimes. he is a staple--the karens keeps trying to steal him because he is 'innocent' and 'a little lady'--this leads to ridiculous hijinks--he is small, quiet, not very mentally sound but he tries his best and is brave as all hell--owns the most badges--will rock the skirt always--fashionista or fashion disaster, there is no in-between--he's the most committed besides legend and warriors but is the most convincing--best cookie seller--Often seen handling sharp tools and knives for some reason, who gave this child a weapon?!--tends to befriend bad people--the only one with the fire safety badge even though, he to, is an arsonist--wears a vest because the sash is too big, Malon made it for him--has a bird named Ezlo who sits on his head "Sorry Miss Karen but I've been bribed with my first born child so kindly fuck off." Legend--salty and sassy--will always rock the skirt--also a fashionista and knows accessories--he's really only in this because of a running bet with warriors--he has a soft on the inside sometimes--he will get into cat fights--The other girlscouts from a rival troop HATE him because they will always lose arguments against him--knows the most about girl scouts, won't say how--Often seen blinged out with the jewelry he wins at the local chuck-se-cheese with his buddy Ravio "I have command over an entire troop of shortstacks and will not hesitate to order a strike against your fucking kneecaps. Do NOT question the authority of this skirt." Warriors--pretty boy--in a bet with Legend--also a fashionista--he is a big brother tho-- protection squad and trying his best--he is on student counsel and is a good leader--stand in when Time is busy--Often seen with a sports bag in one hand and a girl scout sash in the other--all the troops think he is a major lesbian because he keeps flirting with the other scouts--he gets more numbers as a girlscout, not that he could ever admit this "I'm a known lesbian among the girl scouts and honestly that is my crowning achievement." Sky--is here because his friends are here--He is the mom friend--second best at selling cookie because of his sweetness--He often tag teams with Four for selling cookies--is slightly confused but he's here to make sure nobody gets hurt--honestly just naps during meeting-- Often seen with blanket and a comforting hug--rival troops actually have scouts seeking out to befriend him--always forgets his skirt and is often seen borrowing his girlfriend Zelda's "Guys, please stop fighting you are all beautiful young women. Karen, you shut the frick up." Hyrule--the camper and nature boy of the group--he loves and has earned every patch for exploration and camping--tends to get lost--needs navigation patch--its been revoked from him twice--Humble and nice--often sleeps over at other peoples houses--nobody knows where he lives--it confuses the shit out of them--He is buddies with Four because Four knows the backwoods and roads the best--Often not seen due to being lost "Legend duck taped a gps to me arm and I think its lost to :(" Wind--baby boy--not as innocent as the others think--he absolutely loves being a girlscout--will play pranks on the other troops during jamborees and campouts--lives by the sea, slightly far away form everyone else--He helps with the nautical patches--hangs with the resident young delinquents, Tetra's gang. she thinks this is hilarious--he owns the troop wagon that they all use--its named King of the Red Lions or just Dave depending on the hour--only here because Twilight babysits him and his sister--also wears a vest because he thinks its cooler--Often seen with a telescope and covered in sand--someone give this child a bath "My first love may be the sea, but my second is that damned burrito, hand me the fucking skirt!" Wolfie--troop mascot--a giant half wolf half god knows what--has his own vest and patches-- has a tendency to just show up--Nobody knows where he comes from nor where he goes--he is the town cryptid and it isn't uncommon to see him pulling the troop wagon with the boys in it--Four still rides on his back--it counts as the horse back riding patch--Twilight is perpetually confused by him and its become a running gag that Wolfie is his fursona--loves cookies, sadly the cookies do not love him--can vaguely say curse words "arf" Shadow and Dark(I'm not sorry)--in karen's troop 6669 (for fun? for rivalry? who knows. they don't)--brothers--edgy bastards who are in a band together--Shadow is best friends with Four, Dark thinks he's pretty rad--Often seen with Four and the other edgy teens--both sassy, both easily pissed but trying to be kind of nice--Shadow is the only one who has achieved this--no those are not their real names, its Link and Link like everyone else in this goddamned town--HI MY nAME IS ebONY DArknESS DEMENTIA RAveN WAY--Dark is the author of My Immortal--both suck at selling cookies--tag team with Four to try and help their sales--rivals of troop 4296, they despise each other--both wear vests because Shadow wanted to match Four and Dark decided he can trick out the vest "Our mother may be a bitch and a dumbass, but at least we aren't petty white boys." "Wait Dark we are petty white boys" "FUCK" Karen Ganondorf Smith, Kaaren Link Johnson, Carhaen Reese--bitches and pta moms--runs the pta--the karen squad--Reese's daughter named Betghyani who is very nice and likes troop 4296--Johnson is mother of Shadow and Dark--they are fucking nuts y'all--they represent the three evils of the pta: the enforcer, the healthy diet extreme, and the bitch against disabled children (quiet hands!!!)--despite popular belief, Four (Link Smith) is in no way related to Karen Smith (legally at least. Karen thinks they are and it doesn't end pretty sometimes)--they all hate Time with a burning passion because he is not afraid to call them out on their bullshit "I've brought up so many stances and rules into this pta and will not have some farming hooligan upstaging the careful work me and the other heads have created!" Malon--couldn't be on pta because she almost murdered a karen with kindness--sweet and kind but can still kick ass--helped make and fix uniforms--acts as chaperone when needed and finds this all completely hilarious--she makes snacks with Wild for the meetings--has adopted all of these children--actively enforces Wind and Four to eat more because whY ARE ALL YALL SO TINY--can lift a cow "Don't talk to me or my husband or my son or my son or my eight fake sons or my lovely eight fake daughters ever again."

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #girl scouts #au #this is so stupid #but I love it #I just wanted to draw these idiots as girl scouts #Four is so done with karen's shit #Time being a dad #pta au #kinda #lu girlscout au #I wrote so much for four #I love him so much #please send help this idea came to me at 3 am #kyle waz here

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Yes, sir - Background

so this is an informational post about my...multichapter fic! i’m starting this story in a few days and this is the background information about the story. it’s going to be a multichapter (im thinking 10 parts) of todoroki shouto x reader with a side of momojirou, because they’re gay, karen.

anywho, this is just what I need you guys to know about it before the story just as world building!!! let me know what you guys think in comments or in my inbox please :) i’m also tagging this as momojirou, but only this teaser because its not as focused in the storyline but just in case theres any momojirou fans who also love self insert todoroki fics.

Yes, sir maid!au an inside look of the most elite and powerful family of japan:

— you’re a struggling individual living paycheck to paycheck. you had wanted to do something with the arts, but realized that cleaning and organizing are things that make you happy so you drop out of college while nearly being done two years earlier than you should have been.

— the world is not a forgiving place to people who aren’t actively pursuing an actual white collar job, so your family shunned you. it’s okay because you lived with roommates anyways.

— you had tried the entire “maid cafe” in tokyo and absolutely hated it. it was humiliating and full of weird kinky and horny boys from japan and other foreign countries. they always waited until you were off your shift to approach you! it was your fault though. you had no idea what it was exactly, your dumb friend and roommate mina had convinced you that it was a cleaning company. you were dumb and believed her.

— so you had taken a grueling task of being a janitor for a local company. it still wasn’t exactly what you wanted. they had very specific things you were allowed to do, and it was only cleaning. no organizing. at this point you were ready to become a secretary. as a secretary you’d be able to clean up a bit and mostly organize.

— going back to the job center, you sit down with the man who had been helping you out with finding jobs, kirishima. he looks up anything suitable to your needs. (you’ve been here so many times he doesn’t even ask)

— it must be some miracle because there’s a maid request at some rich mansion over in the Aichi prefecture. meaning a 30 minute commute to work. the paycheck is HUGE and they’re desperate. it seems that no one lasts around for longer than three days.

— “do you want the job, y/l/n?”

— “IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION?! OH MY GOD YES, KIRISHIMA!”

— you send in your resume to this family, and within ten minutes of kirishima telling you how to follow up, you get an email. they’ve selected to hire you.

— “well good luck, it’s the todoroki family!” kirishima laughs as he reads the profile for the job selection and you feel yourself go breathless.

— the TODOROKI’s??? you feel your breathing increase as you stare at the grinning man in front of you

– Todoroki Shouto and Yaoyorozu-Todoroki Momo were richer than rich. they were both from families of old wealth and new wealth. the nation cried and watched them get married three years ago when they turned 22.

— they are the royalty of japan aside from the royal family themselves. you were only 20 at the time of this event, but damn, even you had teared up slightly as the worlds hottest man married the tall gorgeous woman next to him.

— they’re heroes as well, well not literally.

— momo is a philanthropist, scientist, and the occasional model and designer. she’s a creator, an artist.

— shouto is the CEO of the Todoroki Company, a company that did literally everything. they’ve been in business since the beginning of time, and they have never had a single true competitor since the Yaoyorozu family! but it seems that the heirs of both companies fell in love, forming the ultimate company. but in terms of his heroic deeds he volunteers a lot at hospitals, a focus to burn and frostbite victims and pays off medical bills. a philanthropist. has modeled.

— you nearly collapse as you read through their profiles again as you head back home.

— mina greets you at the door, your three other roommates chilling in the living room.

— ashido mina is a chemist, but despite being financially secure now, loves to live with the everyone and won’t leave no matter how much she could leave your little 6 room, 2 bath apartment.

— uraraka ochako is a construction worker. she works for her family and she’s their mascot, so they’ve had a booming business! she’s independent from them, but definitely can’t afford her own place! when mina suggested they room together she said yes.

— hagakure toru is an instamodel. her income comes in from promotions. she has the weird genetic thing that makes her super super pale. she’s not albino, but she just as well might be. she’s super cute and always down to help people with their instas. she’s the reason why your guys feeds are cute.

— asumi tsuyu is a herpetologist with a focus on frogs. she’s super smart, the mom friend of the group. she was bullied when growing up so she loves this group of you girls, main reason why, like mina, she hasn’t moved out on her own.

— the five of you girls are basically sisters and they supported your decision to go and do this job. of course mina and toru were jealous it was for the todoroki’s but they were all there to help you get ready for the first day.

— makeup done, hair did, best work clothes on, you’re now own your way to work

— so there you stand in front of the mansion, your jaw dropped at the sheer size of it. your arm reaches out to press the doorbell/intercom?

— “Todoroki Residence, how may I help you?”

— “Hi, I’m Y/l/n Y/n! I was just hired for the maid position?” you squeak, suddenly feeling powerless at the thought of just what was really happening. there’s a long period of silence that further eats at your nerves.

— the gates open and you suddenly feel your heartbeat in your throat as you make the first few steps forward, unknowingly entering the chaotic and secretive livelihood of this famous and rich family.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #todoroki series #todoroki smut #todoroki angst #todoroki fluff #todoroki maid!au #bnha writing blog #momojirou #todoroki shoto x reader

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comradekatara · 5 years

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Pls tell me random things about the modern au

sure!

please keep in mind this is not chronologically-ordered because i am far too pomo for (scoff) linear narratives

(* = chell’s contributions)

suki drives a truck, and said truck is a legend

azula goes to harvard, despite her objectively terrible character (ohhhh shots fired!!!!)

zuko doesn’t try very hard in school, because he knows that if he were to actually try, he would feel worse about azula being better than him (he’s not living under ozai’s roof––anymore––so it doesn’t matter) but it’s way too easy to trick her into taking naclo, which is where he shines. it drives her crazy that he won’t tell her his score. “you just wont tell me because you know i did better than you” “….maybe :)” “UGH ZUKO JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU GOT!!!!!!!!”

the day before aang’s first day of high school, sokka gently tries to inform him that he is too old to be wearing heelies

toph isn’t allowed on any sports teams due to her blindness, so she fights the administration every single day, and (physically) fights random people just for fun, and they so desperately want to punish her for it but she is a genius wunderkind pride & joy of their institution and they know that unless she gets really out of line, their hands are tied. but they still refuse to let her play sports

“suki’s nervous because today’s the day of the Big Game,” sokka tells zuko. zuko can swear he said the same thing yesterday. and the day before that. and the day before that. it is always the day of the Big Game. when zuko asks katara about it she rolls her eyes and says, “don’t be stupid, the Big Game only happens once a year.” and so, the concept of sports continues to wear on his sanity

azula’s all, “i swear to god, if sokka is valedictorian i will burn EVERYTHING to the GROUND” and zukos like “why do you even care youre not even in his class” (but it’s the PRINCIPLE of it, zuzu!!!!!!!)

aang has a really big dog named appa, and a flying lemur named momo. no one questions this

it is very apparent to everyone except for mai and zuko that mai and zuko are not happy together. mais not “in love” with “ty lee” what an idiotic thing to even suggest

toph’s favorite joke is stumbling into nothing and then yelling “OW! watch where you’re going!” to which zuko sighs and says, “toph theres no one there” and tophs like “no i can swore i bumped into something” and zukos like “no. u didnt. u know u d––” “mustve been your closet, then. EYOOOOO”

sokka refuses to admit to himself that the reason he “doesnt do” relationships is to keep himself from getting hurt (see: yue). katara not so gently reminds him that if he truly “didnt do” relationships, then why does suki practically live in her house.

katara thinks clubs are stupid and school spirit is lame but then she finds out that their school doesn’t have a straight gay alliance so she starts one. no one joins except for toph, who just sits there in the corner and eats peanuts with a wide smile, staring straight ahead.

in his senior year, aang finally gets to be the mascot the night of the Big Game. everyone comes back just to support him. zuko has not set foot in his hometown in at least three years, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t support aang’s dreams. (plus he’s pretty sure katara would kill him if he didn’t.) once the Big Game starts (the first and only Big Game zuko ever attends), sokka notices zuko staring really intently at the field, and that he has been for about a half hour now. he’s like “whats….goin on??” and zuko mutters, “i’m trying to figure out what sport theyre playing.” sokkas just like “oh my god”

suki and sokka miss their prom because they got too invested in their game of monopoly. toph humbly accepts their crowns in their place. the teachers are just like “wait who even let her in here isnt she a freshman”

katara plays hockey. azula does track and kickboxing. they are both fierce, violent, and terrifying. both katara and azula tried to join suki’s roller derby team, but suki wisely rejected them both because they were, in her estimation, “not a good culture fit.” she told them the team was already full.*

zuko, suki and toph are in a band. their music is very lyrical and also very screamy (only suki and toph get to sing, natch). believe it or not, aang is their biggest fan. aang plays the triangle and the flute and the harp, which you might think would not exactly fit with their style, but they do invite him onstage for gigs sometimes and somehow the combination is excellent.*

katara is a mediocre student. zuko is great in his literature classes and his art classes and kind of tragic at everything else. nevertheless, they try to study together. mostly katara just comes over to zuko’s house and scuffs up his coffee tables and eats a lot of food out of the fridge. zuko considers this direct action against his terrible father, and he loves it*

azula is obsessed with sneakers. yeah that’s it that’s a whole bullet point*

suki’s truck is disgusting and made up of a seemingly boundless mess, but there are three recurring themes that are most apparent when you enter: weed, construction equipment for some weird building project she never tells anyone the details of, and other girls’ underwear*

katara thinks sokka is a narc for having gotten jet suspended. “he called in a BOMB THREAT, KATARA”

sokka is the head of the science club. because he loves science. toph and suki are also in the science club. because they love watching (and listening to) things explode.

everyone agrees that debate should be renamed “sokka and azula fight for 90 minutes.” azula spends a week drafting up a foolproof argument, manipulating the whole class into picking said topic, and then pretending its unrehearsed, and sokka spends no time in saying “nope. thats wrong.” on days where he chairs the debates, azula always wins because he’s forced to remain impartial, and no one else can out-debate her. it is on those days that he goes home and proceeds to rant about how everything azula said was wrong and why.

katara and azula also fight, of course, but never in a structured setting. sometimes it ends in bloodshed. toph enjoys egging them on way too much.

sokka is constantly misplacing his possessions. that is, when neither zuko nor suki are around to personally keep track of all his belongings. he loses his phone about twice a day. he’s checking the chem lab to see if he left his phone in there, but azula is already there, presumably to work on a lab. she offers to call his phone for him, and he types his number into her phone because she is too embarrassed to admit she already has his number (and a tracking device in place but thats not important). unfortunately, azula is the one to locate his phone, so she sees that her contact name is, “ZUKO’S SISTER??!??!!!!???!???!!??!!!!?” she has never been more offended in her entire life.

katara is always threatening to beat up anyone who so much as looks at aang funny. no one would hurt aang, though. everyone loves aang.

sokka loves art class. he also hates art class. he likes that he has a structured time and space in which to paint, and he loves painting. he hates that his paintings always turn out looking like wet garbage, especially compared to those of the guy who sits near him, who clearly is not even trying. he is the rich to sokka’s jeff. at least in sokka’s mind. sokka will oft complain about “that asshole who thinks he’s too good for art class,” but suki pays him no mind and rolls her eyes. until one day, when sokka and suki are being particularly annoying and making out in the middle of the hallway, which is particularly upsetting for zuko because a) that is Hot Guy From His Art Class and b) he will either have to wait for them to finish or politely ask them to move, as they are right in front of his locker. he says, “do you mind moving?” and he means this as politely as possible, but sokka is like “wow what a haughty bitch” so he just holds his index finger up as if to say “one second” and that is that is such an asshole move that zuko has no choice but to yell “what the fuck?!?” far too loudly. it leads to a kerfuffle that eventually lands them both in detention (suki was an innocent party and sokka is more than willing to take the fall for her.) their detention becomes a breakfast club meets war balloon, and sokka actually sort of tells someone about yue. that’s weird. why’d he do that? neither of them know. zuko has no idea what to say. well, this is awkward. another half hour passes. sokka idly mentions that they could totally find a way out of this room by crawling through the vents and then climbing the beams in the gym and after that it’s only a matter of finding an open window––and not getting caught. this is a joke, a completely hypothetical joke, of course. zuko’s like, “let’s do it.” sokka’s like “oh shit this bitch is crazy,” but, y’know, they pull it off. they run out of the school and keep running and only stop when sokka has the dawning realization that if any of this goes on his permanent record that definitely lessens his chances of getting scholarships. but zuko assures him that mr. bumi doesn’t actually give a fuck, and then offhandedly mentions that he sort of gives him the creeps, and sokka wholeheartedly agrees. this prompts more and more conversation, as they just kind of wander about various streets. once they finally realize that it’s gotten completely dark around them, it occurs to them that they may as well have stayed in detention.

people won’t shut up about the shit that went down at post-prom. “did you see when that one guy…??” “yeah dude that was wild.” suki just smiles knowingly, and so her friends are all “oh did u hook up with ty lee again?” and she’s like “even better. i won monopoly.”

katara hates zuko for incredibly petty reasons. like, “he took the last popsicle out of her fridge” petty. then, she very obtrusively finds out that hes gay and is immediately like Oh We Are Friends Now. zuko’s life has suddenly become so much more convenient now that katara is no longer being mean to him that it actually takes him a while to realize that katara is being actively nice to him.

they talk about waves in physics, and it shakes toph to her core. later that day, she asks sokka to explain what colors are to her. he does not do a good job. starts talking about plato’s allegory of the cave, and the double slit experiment??? what??? zuko explaining that “colors are a feeling” is only marginally more helpful. so toph ultimately enlists suki’s help in explaining to her which colors are lame and which colors are dykey. suki immediately says “flannel.”

so yes aang may have technically stolen momo from the zoo but its not his fault because momo followed him home and refused to leave his side!!!!

once mai grows out of her “everyone is an idiot and i hate the world” phase, sokka realizes that she’s actually really cool. they hang out constantly. they have a weekly board game night, and they take turns hosting, which is hilarious because mai lives in a mansion and has an actual butler. their secret handshake is needlessly complicated. zuko tries to pretend it isn’t weird. but…. it’s weird right?? and like, it’s weird that no one else thinks it’s weird???? ……..why does no one else think it’s weird?????

azula is, of course, valedictorian, and her speech is about as bone-chilling as you’d expect. her jokes are too cruel to land. she namedrops harvard about ten times. she manages to squeeze in an offhanded dig at sokka, which makes katara nearly fight her onstage. at the afterparty, azula overhears a conversation wherein one meathead jock whose name she never learned says to another meathead jock whose name she never learned, “oh, but remember that speech from last year??? it was so funny.” this prompts her to have a little too much to drink, which only sokka notices (he showed up for katara and then he was dragged to the party by his friends), so he ends up driving her home. as a graduation gift to her, he says, he changes her contact name in his phone to “Azula.”

sokka has en english teacher who really has it out for him. katara tells him she had him before and wishes she could punch him in the face, and that it’s not his fault that he’s doing poorly in that class. still, sokka begs zuko to tutor him in english. zuko’s just like “you’re perfectly fine at english pakku just sucks” but he agrees to tutor him anyway. sokka’s grades do not improve in the slightest, but he does not care.

the week in which SAT results are expected to arrive, azula is weirdly vigilant about the mail. she makes sure to check the scores and then put it back in the envelope before anyone sees that it was opened. she very casually asks zuko “so what did you get?” and zuko just kinda shrugs impassively and walks away. azula smiles to herself.

katara comes home one night to find mai and sokka watching a movie on her couch. (the movie is phantom thread and there are tears of laughter streaming down both their faces by the time it’s over.) she’s like “oh hey guys i saw both your girlfriends making out with each other at a party twenty minutes ago,” and sokkas like “for the last time, katara, suki’s not my girlfriend!!” and mai just angrily shushes her because she’s talking over the johnny greenwood score!!!!! smh.

toph never stops yelling at the administration for their ableism. and you’d best believe her valedictory speech blows everyone else’s out of the water.

#woah this got long #this is what happens when u cant move from bed and u also refuse to do real work i guess #modern au #ur welcome for this novel #asks #sinxaschwarz

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whumping-every-day · 5 years

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Hey Sarah! Congrats on getting your card! I'm sorry you've been having a few rough days of writing. Writer's block stinks big time. Could I possibly request mercy killing from your card? If you have time and want to. I'm picturing the whimper maybe doing it to "free" a friend of the Whumpee that has also been captured? Thank you so much for all the effort you put into your stories. Please don't pressure yourself about them. We love them whenever you publish then. It should be fun for you!

Baby, buddy, my friend... thank you so much for your kind words. Also, you may regret asking me this. Because I saw this request, and immediately decided on doing the worst thing ever.

Have an Au of my vampire series, where Callum does not find and rescue Ash in time. Instead, Ash remains with the hunters who originally captured him. Callum happens to stop by years later to visit a friend.

Content Warnings: Major character death!!! (non-canonical, but still) mouth/face/eye/finger gore, blood, broken/shattered bones, aftermath of torture, injuries, dehumanizing language, muzzles, put on display, tortured literally out of his mind, brief vomit, mercy killing.

Tagging the vampire gang: @pepperonyscience @angelsuperwholock @pennsss @silver-sparrow-462 @silverinkgoldenquill @kestrelsparverius @learningtowhump @shameless-whumper @latenightcupsofcoffee @thebluejayswhump @what-huh-imconfused @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic @vickytokio @pink-and-purple-flowers @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @whump-em @umniyah-s

The creature twitches and shudders as it falls to the packed earth. The crowd of onlookers is thinner, now, as dusk starts to fall. A few of the townspeople linger, though, and the hunters just stand around and watch as they deal a flurry of kicks and insults to the quivering lump of flesh on the ground.

That’s all it is, anymore. A lump of flesh. The muzzle is a part of its face, and its eye sockets are empty behind bleeding eyelids.

There’s the rattling of strained, laboured breathing, but there is no other sound. Not even when one of the larger assailants sets his foot on the vampire’s chest and shoves. Something cracks as the creature’s torso caves in.

“Alright, alright. ‘m afraid you will have to come back tomorrow, boys.” One of the hunters scoops up the chain attached to the creature’s collar. “Don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere.”

One of the men laughs, wiping his boot off on the grass as if he’s touched something filthy. “Yeah, I should hope so. That thing’s practically our mascot now.”

It takes some time, but the remaining villagers slowly start to disperse as the hunters drag the still-juddering corpse inside. It’s breathing, technically, but it’s still a corpse. There’s nothing about it that looks human anymore, not its face or its body. Its skin is still smoking, and the stench of burning meat still permeates the courtyard. Night falls, and the courtyard is empty, and the creature lies in a cage made of iron and floats on a sea of nothingness and agony.

“Didn’t you say you have a vampire here?” Callum takes a long draw out of his tankard, drumming his fingers on the wood of the bar. He doesn’t know the hunter in front of him that well, but well enough that not stopping by when he’s in town would be rude. Derik is short and rotund, thick and broad.

“Aww, yeah, man.” Derik is considerably deeper into his bottle than Callum is. “ ‘s hardly a vampire now, though. It’s a money-maker. Who’da ever thought people would pay to stand around ‘n watch us break it? It don’t even respond, anymore. ‘s boring.” The man slurs, glaring pensively into his bottle.

Callum hides his grimace fairly well, but his next swig of beer tastes bitter on his tongue. He’s done awful things to these creatures, of course, but he tries to keep it quick. A bolt to the chest, or a clean decapitation with a silver blade. But then, he’s never been short on funds, so maybe he shouldn’t talk. “Hey. If it puts food on the table...”

Derik snorts. “Barely. ‘sides, tha’s not the point. It deserves it.”

“Ah.” Callum takes another drink. “So you guys caught it, and just... kept it?”

“Mm-hmm.” Derik’s cheeks are flushed, and he looked about ready to pass out. But his eyes brighten suddenly, and he leans forward, nearly unbalancing on the stool. “You wanna see?”

“Do I want to-” Callum breaks off. He doesn’t understand why the question fills him with a nameless sort of dread. He doesn’t want to see. He doesn’t want to know. And yet, that terrible dread is translating into sick curiosity. “I’ll take a peek.”

“Yeeaaahh, that’s my man,” Derik crows. He slings a careless arm around Callum’s shoulders, and his breath stinks like booze.

Callum is starting to regret coming here at all.

“This is your vampire?” The words fall from his lips as horrified, and for a split second, for just a moment, it feels like it’s happened before. But everything is different, this time; everything is worse.

They’ve disassembled the creature, piece by piece. Callum mistakes the dark lump for a shadow at first, but then the shadow moves. Callum’s hand falls to his knife automatically - but the figure is keening, quiet and raw. It sounds like a child sobbing, or a wounded, dying animal. It sends shivers down Callum’s spine.

“Oh, yeah. It don’t do much no more...” Derik stumbles over to it, and he’s not steady on his feet, but he’s aware enough to spit down on it. The flesh of its lower face is burned away. Callum can see its cheekbones, and that it’s missing its teeth. Not just its fangs. All of its teeth.

Callum gags a little and takes a step back, feeling horror roil in his gut. “What is wrong with you people?”

Derik is busy fumbling with his pants, like he’s going to take a piss right on the creature’s broken body. He pauses at the words though, brow creasing. “Wha’s wrong with you?” He counters. “ ‘s a vampire. I can do.. wh-ever I want.”

Callum can’t catch his breath, suddenly. The smell in the little stone room is rancid; filth and piss and rot, and the sour, overlaying stench of terror. The vampire is missing fingers, and the ones that remain are bent and crushed. Callum feels very cold, suddenly, and then very warm.

His fingers shake as he grips his knife and draws it. He is driven by cold horror as he moves, his mind not even catching up with his body.

Derik is too drunk to see him coming. Callum knocks him over the head with the hilt, and the man drops like a stone. Callum has to stifle the urge to keep hitting him.

The vampire does not seem to be conscious of his presence... or of anything at all, really. Callum walks over to it, and the longer he stares, the more he feels the alcohol twisting and turning in his gut.

It’s only when he sees the creature’s severed tendons, and the way the bottoms of its feet have been mangled, that he turns and vomits all over the floor.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, wiping the back of his mouth. This goes far beyond overkill. This is - this is something else. This is the deepest expression of human evil he’s ever come across. Callum has never been religious, but this is an abhorrence.

There’s a stake in his hand as he crouches beside the trembling lump of skin and bone. Its head jerks in his direction, and the keening gets a little louder.

He can’t heal it. Callum has tested the limits of a vampire’s body himself, but he’s never seen torture like this. He’d have to drain three people or over to even think of fixing it, and even then... Callum looks at the way its empty eyelids flutter, the way the exposed, caved bones in its chest rattle and wheeze. No. Healing it would not be a kindness.

The hunter draws in an unsteady breath and grips the stake. It will be easy from here; a quick plunge, not even a moving target. But he can’t help but reach out, just once, as if something else is guiding his hand. As if allowing this creature’s last moments of contact to be violent is too much.

There’s no patch of the creature’s flesh that is not maimed in some way. Callum settles a hand as gently as he can over its empty eyes, and his jaw clenches at the way it shudders and twitches.

“Easy,” he murmurs, even as he readies the stake. “You can rest now.” He doesn’t know why he’s trying to talk to it. It can’t understand him. Callum squeezes his eyes shut just for a moment, as if hoping to purge the gory image from his mind. But it’s still there for him when he looks again, and the creature is limp under his hand, finally fallen silent. It’s waiting, he realizes. Callum’s hands shake with fury, but he squeezes the stake harder and grits his teeth. “I give you mercy.”

It’s a harsh motion, quick and decisive, and the creature turns to dust beneath his fingers. Callum is left gripping the worn wooden steak with angry tears in his eyes. Everything about this is wrong. Everything.

He’s sick at heart as he stands, and as he goes back to the bar and pays his tab, and as he finds his way out to the stables and saddles his horse. There are monsters in their world, Callum knows this. But he will never again forget that the worst monster is and always has been humanity.

It’s just one night in the course of his life, but Callum isn’t ever able to forget what he saw. And when he gets home and goes to collapse onto his cot, for some reason, the lab feels emptier than it ever has before.

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cryptid-bloodhound · 4 years

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Legends Crime AU

After some great suggestions from: @daughterofthewinedude, @sunflower-key, @ajays-lullaby, and @unsightedjoker I decided to expand upon the Crime AU and fill in the blanks thanks to them! If there are more suggestions, let me know! I’m always open to them (:

So, again thank you for the suggestions, they’re a huuuge help!

Basic Roles

under the cut bcus I rambled again, oops. If yall want to know more, just hmu! I might make individual character ‘profiles’ if there’s interest. Also, if anyone wants to use this for their own crime setting/au then feel free! (i’d totally love to be tagged in stuff bcus im a hoe for crime aus)

Bloodhound - Unknown Assassin - They're independent and usually can’t be hired as they seem to be working down some sort of list. They aren’t in it for the money, clearly. However, if you plead your case and it’s a good one (in their eyes) the person you’re targeting might just disappear one day. Occasionally they’ll play the silent, scary backup if one of their associates/friends needs it. Nobody knows who they are, where they came from, how to contact them, or what the hell is up with them. It’s been noted that whenever they stop by a city, notoriously nasty criminals happen to go missing. All that’s known about them is that nobody escapes Bloodhound once they start their hunt.

Lifeline - Ex-Mob Princess/Mob Doc - Ajay Che would have been considered a Mob Princess if she had stayed within her Family Ranks. Her parents made very little effort to hide the truth of their profits from her. Disgusted, she left as soon as she could and swore to never join the life. Instead, she became a doctor in an effort to help people and make up for what her family has done. However, her childhood friend Octavio drug her back into the life unintentionally. He’d get hurt and show up at her doorstep again and again. Soon enough, other mobsters and criminals started arriving, earning her the unspoken title of Mob Doc. Now it’s not uncommon to find random Family members just lounging around her place. She decided to just say ‘to hell with it’ and try to act as some sort of Moral Compass for the crew.

Octane - Ex-Mob Prince/Demolitionist/Arsonist - His family and Ajay’s are closely intertwined. They grew up together thanks to the meetings between his parents and hers. However, unlike Ajay, he didn’t feel a moral repulsion at what their families were doing. If anything, he was bored. They weren’t extreme enough. It was almost all Blue Collar crimes, nothing explosive or violent. So, in typical Octavio fashion, he jumped ship and looked for something faster, flashier, more dangerous. It landed him in the ranks of his current Family as their Demolitions and Arson guy. He managed to drag Ajay back into their lifestyle after blowing off his own legs when he blew up the building of someone who pissed him off. He may not be the smartest or most level-headed member, but there’s no one more willing to jump into a fight or play with explosives than him.

Mirage - Jack of Trades - runs the ‘Cosa Nostra’-esque bar called the Paradise Lounge. It’s a neutral meeting grounds for the varying Families and it is an unwritten rule that nobody is allowed to fight in its premise. It’s the only ‘safe spot’ in the city. He has several different jobs for the Family. Aside from running the bar and helping to launder money, he is a document forger, a con artist, tech expert and is capable of talking people out of trouble one way or another. Basically, if someone needs to ‘disappear’ or get out of trouble, they come to ‘Mirage’.

Bangalore - Ground Enforcer/Collector - An ex-spec ops soldier who left the service after the mysterious ‘disappearance’ of her brother when he was on leave. She is certain it was a rival gang who did something to him. So, she’s started a crusade to find out what happened to him and avenge him one way or another. She joined the Family after crossing paths with them on more than one occasion. After witnessing her impressive skills, they offered her whatever resources she needed to finish her quest in exchange for her services leading and training their ‘troops’. She also isn’t shy on collecting the debts owed to the family.

Gibraltar - Allied Boss - Makoa Gibraltar isn’t your typical Crime Lord. For starters, he doesn’t actively harm innocent people. If anything, he is closer to a vigilante than an evil mobster. He started his biker gang after witnessing one too many hate crimes and seeing too many horrible people walk free from a corrupt system. He protects victims from their attackers during tenuous things like court trials and breaks up hate crimes he sees in progress. He’s become affectionately noted throughout the city by its citizens and even the police like to turn a blind eye when they can when he’s seen protecting someone (or beating the ever-loving shit out of some asshole). He has a shaky alliance with The Family. At the moment, they haven’t done anything notably horrible and have helped fund his growing group. They even slip him some info every now and again about places and people who might need a ‘meeting’ with Gibraltar.

Crypto - Double Agent Hacker - Tae Joon Park is technically ‘dead’. After being framed by The Family for the murder of his adopted sister Mila, he decided it was best to stick with the idea of being dead and created a new identity for himself. Filled with a searing need for revenge, he’s entered into the Family under the guise of being their expert Hacker and pro at Espionage. There’s no code he can’t crack and no information he can’t find. He’s capable of bringing empires down from behind his keyboard and screen. That’s exactly what he plans on doing to The Family. Only, he’s starting to notice a very strange pattern. Not everyone in the Family seems to be aware of the shady business going on. Some appear to be victims themselves that are being played. Now, he also has to decide who is guilty and who’s just like him - a pawn.

Caustic - Wild Card Killer - Considered an Associate as he refuses to formally join The Family as a Made Man. Alexander Nox is also technically ‘dead’. After a run-in with the law (and a subsequent escape from prison), he had the local forger Mirage falsify evidence of his death and craft him a new identity. He functions as an interrogator and a cleaner when he feels the fancy. He’s made it very clear that he is, under no circumstance, beholden to what the Boss wants. He helps because the Boss offers him a practically endless supply of test subjects in exchange for extracting information from the people and disposing of the bodies. He also mentors Wattson in the ways of proper disposal. What his end goals are, nobody really knows and nobody wants to ask.

Wraith - Shadow Broker/Assassin - Renee Blasey is something of an enigma. Few people know her name beyond ‘Wraith’ and fewer still know what she looks like. She hides in the shadows, gathering information and eliminating targets with precision. There’s a rumor that she’s the one who brought the newcomer Crypto into the fold and that they’ve worked together in the past. Perhaps he was the one who freed her from a rival gang’s clutches. Due to her apparent connections all over the place and an almost unending supply of information, she was held captive and tortured for information. After her violent and bloody escape, she stumbled across the Family and they welcomed the notable information broker with open arms. How she gets the information she does, no one knows. She is always elusive about it. ‘A little birdy told me.’ ‘The voices knew’.

Pathfinder - Transport Expert - A ‘defective’ MRVN unit because he was too free-thinking and asked too many questions, namely: ‘what happened to my creator?’ He was going to be decommissioned and shut down permanently when a group of strangers broke into the facility and ransacked the place. After they saved him from being decommissioned, he followed them around like a puppy and unintentionally joined the Family. He functions somewhere between ‘getaway/transport expert’ and ‘team mascot’. It’s thought that he might have witnessed some damning things and that’s why he was going to be decommissioned. In the process, his memories were corrupted so it’s almost impossible to truly tell. They’ve begun proper work on restoring his memories now that the technical geniuses Wattson and Crypto have joined up alongside Mirage.

Wattson - Security/Business Front/Cleaner- Daughter of an Associate. She didn’t know her dad worked with the mob until she was older. After the initial surprise, she joined in on the business, going so far as to becoming Made. She runs the security service front known as ‘Apex Protection’ that also doubles as their money laundering business. Nobody gets past her defenses to get to Family. (It helps that her dad was rather close with the notoriously effective cleaner Caustic. She’s picked up a few tips from him and now helps with the cleaning when needed)

#Apex Legends #Crime AU #this was longer than expected huh

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littlejeanniebean · 4 years

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peter parker goes to marvel high (normal mcu au)

A/N: Peter’s first day of high school ft. Shuri, Mr. Stark, Mr. Loki, and co. ~1700 words teenaged angst then fluff. More Peter x Shuri in my masterlist :)

Heavily inspired by this post by @spellbounding-slytherin

I’m also a big fan of @tinymintywolf‘s art :))

- J xx

Fact: Peter Parker was a nervous wreck. May, ever the optimist, had patted his cheeks, kicked him out of the car, and told him to have a good day. Peter had never had a good first day of school. He was smart but had a severe attention deficit, so even his teachers never liked him. His one best friend throughout junior high, Ned Leeds, had moved to New Jersey, so he would probably end up eating alone in some empty classroom just to be safe. And he’d met the principal at orientation last Friday. He had an eye patch and a perpetual frown, used to head up the corrections department for youth offenders. So yeah, high school was going to suck big time.

“Move it, dickwad,” one of the larger boys shoved past him at the door to his homeroom.

Peter strategically chose a seat in the ambiguous, unnoticeable middle.

A short, bright-eyed girl marched up to him, “You’re in my seat.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” he tried to pick up his backpack but the strap was caught on the leg of his chair, so he just kind of ended up spilling himself over the floor.

“Crap, I was just messing with you, kid,” she helped him up, “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he just sort of stood there awkwardly, not meeting her eyes.

“Dude, you gotta stop apologizing. I’m sorry, okay?” she tried to get him to look at her, “I’m Shuri. I have a messed up sense of humour that scares away any friends I might’ve ended up having. Is it cool if I sit next to you?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, “I’m Perker Pat - Parker Pete - Peter Parker.”

“Cool.”

“Dude, you are sad,” the boy who shoved him coming into the room twirled an expensive-looking pen, sparing him the most derisive of sideways glances.

Peter was saved from actually having to come up with a response when their teacher walked in two-minutes after the bell and put his feet up on his desk, “Okay, kiddies. My name is Mr. Stark, you may call me Mr. Stark. I am your homeroom teacher unless you’re in the wrong room. I also teach AP Math and Computer Science. If you have questions at this point, I honestly wonder how you got this far in life, but I’m obligated to ask.”

The room was silent.

“Great, do whatever until the bell rings, I guess.”

The class emptied out.

Peter hung back, “M-Mr. Stark?”

“Yes, Proton.”

“I-it’s Peter, actually.”

“I was talking about your t-shirt.”

“I - Oh, yeah,” he looked down at the “I’m positive” joke print, “um… I just wanted to let you know that I have ADHD, mostly the AD part a-and I don’t expect any special treatment or anything and I’ll work really hard, but I also wanted to join Mathletes and I wasn’t allowed in junior high because I’d always get sidetracked at the meets but I think I can do better now if you’ll give me the chance… butifnotthat’sokay.”

Mr. Stark appraised him, “First meeting is in this room at three.”

“Thank you, sir!” he smiled, but when his teacher didn’t smile back, he fixed his face and walked to his next period.

“I’m Mr. Banner, and there are three things you need to remember if you want to succeed in biochemistry. One: If you’re unsure but proceed without asking for clarification first, I will be angry. Two: If you show up to the lab without completing the prior work assigned, I will be angry. Three: If you do not share work between your lab partners equally, I will be angry. Don’t make me angry.”

“Wanna be lab partners?” Shuri asked.

“Sure,” Peter squeaked and cleared his throat.

“You’re not going to break a test tube on me, are you?”

He shook his head quickly.

“You’re a lot of work, Peter Parker, but it’s kind of adorable.”

“Um… thanks?”

“You’re welcome. Now hand me that pipette and fire up the spectrophotometer.”

The last period before lunch was P.E.

“I’m Coach Barton, that’s all you need to know. Let’s do a few warm up laps around the circuit.”

Peter ran hard and was close to fainting as he crossed the line in the middle of the pack.

“Woah, kid, you need to go to the nurse’s?” Coach singled him out.

He tried to say ‘no’ but no sound would come out, so he just shook his head, gasping. He could hear the other boys snickering beyond the pounding of his blood in his brain.

“I think you need to go to the nurse’s,” Coach beckoned to the boy who’d crossed the line first, “Flash, take him to the clinic, would ya?”

“Yes, sir,” the bully from his homeroom smirked at him.

As soon as they were out of the gym, he jostled and picked at the smaller boy only to exhibit the epitome of sympathy in front of Nurse Man-Ti.

“Here, drink some electrolytes,” she told him and he finished the small bottle in under a minute.

As soon as Flash was gone, Peter let himself just cry. He wished his aunt would just homeschool him, but it’s been hard since his uncle died and in the face of that, Peter felt bad for feeling bad about his little problems and that made him cry some more.

“Hey,” the nurse sat beside him quietly, “Peter, right?”

He nodded, “I’m sorry.”

“What for? Better out than in, that’s what I always say.”

Peter sniffed.

“Do you want to talk about it? Or make an appointment with Counsellor Barnes?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I just needed, uh… electrolytes,” he leaves quickly after that.

Peter goes to his locker for his bag and clothes, red eyes trained on the floor so that hopefully nobody notices. He doesn’t notice Shuri arguing with Flash, gesturing forcefully back at his locker. Flash sees him put in his combination and open the door, a cheshire grin spreading across his face.

“Peter!” Shuri tries to warn him, “Don’t -”

But it’s too late and he’s covered in silly string, a few old socks found decomposing in the gym lockers, and the contents of a bathroom trash can.

“I’m gonna go change,” he whispers to no one in particular.

“I’ll save you a place at lunch?” Shuri called after him.

Peter stops in his tracks to shoot her a grateful smile, “Thank you.”

Mr. Thor Odinson was a very loud history teacher, but it worked well for keeping Peter’s attention throughout the class, so he was able to answer all the review questions.

“Teacher’s pet,” Flash scoffed at the sound of the bell.

“Dumbass,” Shuri fake-coughed and pulled Peter to the auditorium.

“I’m Mr. Loki Odinson, you may call me Mr. Loki to distinguish between myself and my hard-of-hearing brother, Thor,” said their quieter drama teacher, “Thompson, if you kick Parker’s chair one more time, I will send you to Fury’s office with no note, no explanation. And he has a very specific way of dealing with those cases.”

Flash stopped and sat straighter.

“Good, Parker, you seem suitably nervous. Come up here and help me demonstrate a quick improvisation exercise.”

Peter tripped on his way down the aisle to the stage, but kept going.

“Now, you’re a superhero and I’m a supervillain. You’re trying to turn me over to the good side, but we can only converse alphabetically. So you must start with the letter ‘A’, I must start with the letter ‘B’ and so forth. Are you ready?”

“No.”

“Ah, ah, first rule of improv: the answer is always, ‘Yes, and…’ Let’s go, Parker. You’re brave. You’re bold. You’re a hero.”

“Alright, Mr. Villain, you have two choices,” Peter surprised himself at how his voice carried. It must be the way the auditorium was built, “perish, or join our fight.”

“Blech, I choose to perish,” Mr. Loki dropped to his knees, “C’mon Hero, end me if you have the guts at all.”

“Come on, you know you never wanted to watch the city burn to begin with. The hive possessed you, used you. Now, you have the chance to redeem yourself.”

“Don’t presume to know me because you can’t possibly. You don’t know what I’ve been through. What I’ve lost!”

“Everything,” Peter said quietly, “Everyone you ever cared for. I do know… because so have I. We’re not so different.”

“Fighting the hive is a losing proposition. You have nothing that could work against them!”

“Gas. Even a million eyes are no good in a fog.”

“Huh… I never thought of that. I’ll join your fight, Hero if you’ll let me,” Mr. Loki proffered his “bound” wrists.

“I knew there was some good left in you, Mr. Villain,” Peter “unlocked” the “restraints.”

Mr. Loki mimed holding a knife to Peter’s neck, “Just not that much, I’m afraid. Hive Mother! I’ve got him! I’ve got the hero! Now release my family from the void as you promised!”

Peter wracked his brain from the next letter. The plot twist didn’t help him think either. “... Krap with a ‘k’?”

Mr. Loki broke character and laughed before clapping and shaking his student’s hand, “That was the most interesting improv demonstration I’ve had in awhile, Parker. You’re a natural. Now everyone pair off and try to top that performance if you can!”

English with Mr. Rogers was the last period of the day. He didn’t look up from his book until everyone was seated, silent, and had their eyes up front. It took a crazy long time and a good deal of organization and yelling on Shuri’s part.

“Sorry, guys, I was reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down!” he joked.

Peter was the only one who laughed.

After giving a bit of a lecture on respect for their instructors, valuing their education, and how much they were going to love English this year, he let them go early.

“Okay, I’m calling you three Alvin, Simon, and Theodore from now on,” Mr. Stark addressed his small Mathlete gathering, “Our new mascot is a chipmunk, I don’t care that all our other teams are Rocket Raccoons.”

“Which one of us is Alvin?” Shuri asked.

“Since you asked, you are. Fancy-Pen is Simon and Proton is Theodore. Now, we have a competition to prepare for in… ages from now, so… drill, I guess? I don’t know. Who wants to do Euclidean algorithms?”

Three hands went up.

“Nice,” he brought out his expensive Japanese chalk, a gift from his wife, the well-known Fortune 500 CEO, Pepper Potts.

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