#just checking in! being confused over life together and the stage of it they're at!

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we're rewatching community at my house and just finished s1 and i am sooooo emotions forever at how beautifully the jeff/annie scene at the end of s1 and their scene in the last episode parallel each other 🥹🥹🥹

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

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

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

"Sorry about what?"

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

"The exact time I was healed."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

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

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

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

==

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe."

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

"That cross."

"What?" Dean asks.

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

"A Tarot?"

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

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

"If he is, he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white."

"Okay, then we stop Roy," Y/N says, rising to put her cup in the sink, then leaning against it.

"How?" Sam asks.

"You know how," Dean says.

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about, Dean? We can't kill Roy."

"Sam, the guy's playing God; he's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book," Y/N says.

"No. We're not going to kill a human being, guys. If we do that, we're no better than he is."

"Okay, we can't kill Roy, we can't kill death. Any bright ideas, college boy?" Dean asks.

"Okay, uh... If Roy's using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we've gotta... figure out what it is. And how to break it."

==

The Impala bounces down the badly gravelled and potholed road again, passing a sign that says Service Today. They park and exit the Impala.

"If Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book."

"See if you two can find it." Y/N looks at her watch and says, "Hurry up too, the service starts in fifteen minutes; I'll try to stall Roy." A man is holding out a leaflet to Dean.

"Roy LeGrange is a fraud. He's not a healer," Dean says, taking the leaflet. "Amen Brother."

"You keep up the good work," Sam says, and Y/N nods.

"Thank you."

==

Roy comes down the stairs, assisted by Sue Ann on one arm, a dark-haired man on the other. Sam and Dean watch them leave from the corner of the porch. Sam climbs in a window, followed by Dean, and starts searching the house. Sam looks at the bookshelves and pulls out the only book that doesn't have dust on the shelf in front of it: the Encyclopaedia of British History. He flips through it, finding nothing. Dean walks over, spotting another, smaller book hidden behind the larger one on the shelf. Inside is a picture of a skeleton reaper, and on another page, the wooden cross. They also find newspaper articles about the people who died. A third clipping close by is about the man handing out leaflets in front of the tent.

==

Theo is walking slowly up the side aisle before her phone rings. She looks to see it's Sam, and she answers.

"What have you got?" She asks.

"Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral. And I think I know who's next on his list. Remember that protestor?"

"What, the guy in the parking lot?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we'll find him. But you can't let Roy heal anyone, alright?" Y/N hangs up and moves further towards the front of the tent.

"Layla. Layla Rourke. Come up here, child." The crowd burst into applause. Layla, stunned, looks around, then rises to hug her mother.

"Mum. Thank you."

"I love you, child." Y/N watches them hug.

"Oh man." As Layla passes her, Y/N grasps her arm. "Layla, listen to me. You can't go up there."

"Why not? We've waited for months!"

"You can't let Roy heal you."

"I don't understand. Roy healed you, didn't he? Why can't you let me try?" Layla asks.

"Because if you do, something bad is going to happen. I can't explain. I just need you to believe me." Y/N and Layla stare at each other. Sue Ann stands waiting, her hand held out.

"Layla."

"Please," Y/N says. Layla stares at the hand Sue Ann is offering, then turns back and stares at her mother, who is standing and ringing her hands. Her mother nods at her. Layla looks at Y/N and shakes her head.

"I'm sorry."

"Layla. Layla!" Y/N says as Layla leaves her. Sue Ann is smiling and putting her arm around Layla to take her to the stage.

"Dear child!" The crowd continues to clap happily. "You deserve this," Sue Ann says softly as they reach the stage. Roy takes Layla's hand.

"I knew the Lord was planning. I knew it was just a matter of time." Y/N, frustrated, moves back to stand near Mrs. Rourke, who's crying and covering her face with her hands.

==

Sam and Dean continue to search for the man.

"Help!" They both turn, searching for where the voice came from.

==

"Pray with me, friends," Roy says, He then looks to Layla and says, "I hope you're ready."

"I am"

==

"Help! Help me, please!" They soon find the man; Dean goes to him while Sam looks around.

"Where is he?" Sam asks, and the man grabs Dean's shoulder and points.

"Right there!"

"Fire, come on," Dean says, grabbing the man and pulling him away.

==

Roy is about to lay his hands on Layla, who looks enraptured.

"FIRE! Hurry, the tent's on fire!" Layla opens her eyes and looks towards the crowd. Everyone starts to rise and evacuate. Mrs. Rourke moves towards the stage.

"NO! No, please. Please don't stop. Reverend, please, please! Please don't stop, please!" Y/N watches helplessly.

"Friends, if you'd all just leave the tent in an orderly fashion...and we'll, uh, and we'll figure out what's going on out there and we'll come back." Y/N pulls out her phone.

"I did it, I stopped Roy," Y/N says into the phone. Sam is holding his phone to his ear.

"David, I think it's okay." David looks around at Sam, nodding, then turns back. The reaper is in front of him.

"No!"

"Y/N, it didn't work. The reaper's still coming! I'm telling you; I'm telling you it didn't work. Roy must not be the one controlling this thing."

"Then who the hell is?" Y/N asks. She looks around and spies Sue Ann beside the stage, facing into the corner and reciting "Sue Ann." Y/N runs to her and spins her around. She gasps and stops reciting, reaching down to hold a cross on a chain around her neck. It's the same as the wooden cross on the stage. Sue Ann stares at Y/N, tucking the cross inside her blouse.

"Help! Help me!" Y/N backs away, nodding and staring at Sue Ann as two cops grab her roughly and pull her away.

==

The reaper stares at the man lying on the ground, gasping for breath, then turns away and vanishes.

"I got you. I got you," Y/N says, moving to help him up.

"Thank God."

==

Two cops drag Y/N through the entry. She shakes them off as soon as they are outside, while Sue Ann follows close behind.

"I just don't understand. After everything we've done for you, After Roy healed you, I'm just very disappointed, Y/N," Sue Ann says, her disappointment evident in her voice. Y/N glares at her, saying nothing. "You can let her go. I'm not going to press charges. The Lord will deal with her as he seems fit." Sue Ann leaves, and the cops turn to Y/N.

"We catch you around her again, Lady, we'll put the fear of God in you, understand?"

"Yes, sir, fear of God. I got it," Y/N replies. The cops give her one last push. She turns to find Layla waiting for her.

"Layla?" she asks.

"Why would you do that, Y/N? And it could have been my only chance."

"He's not a healer."

"He healed you," Layla says.

"I know it doesn't seem fair, and I wish I could explain. But Roy is not the answer; I'm sorry."

"Goodbye, Y/N," Layla says, shaking her head sadly. She walks away, and Y/N raises her eyes to the sky, then turns to watch her. She turns back. "I wish you luck. I really do."

"Same to you," Y/N says, her voice cracking. Layla turns to walk away again. "You deserve it a lot more than me," she says under her breath. Layla walks past, where her mother is talking to Roy and Sue Ann.

"Private session tonight, no interruptions. I give you my word, I'll heal your daughter," Layla's mother says.

==

"So, Roy really believes," Sam says, sitting on the bed.

"I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing."

"Well, me and Sam found this," Dean hands the little book to Y/N, "hidden in their library. It's ancient. Written by a priest who went dark. There's a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper," Dean says.

"It must be a hell of a spell."

"Yeah. You gotta build a black alter with seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood. To cross a line like that, a preacher's wife. Black magic. Murder. Evil."

"Desperate. Her husband was dying, and she didn't have anything to save him. She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy," Y/N says.

"Cheating death, literally."

"Yeah, but Roy's alive, so why is she still using the spell?"

"Right. To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral," Dean says.

"May God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work," Y/N says.

"We gotta break that binding spell, Y/N," she says as she looks at the picture of the cross in the book.

"You know Sue Ann had a Coptic cross. When she dropped it, the reaper backed off."

"So, you think we have to find the cross or destroy the altar?"

"Maybe both. Whatever we do, we better do it soon, or he's healing Layla tonight."

==

"That's Layla's car. She's already here," Sam says.

"Yeah," Y/N says, nodding sadly.

"Y/N..." Dean says.

"You know, if Roy had picked Layla instead of me, she'd be here right now. And if she's not healed tonight, she's going to die in a couple of months."

"What's happening to her is horrible. But what are you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her. You said it yourself, Y/N, you can't play God." Y/N sits without speaking, then gets out of the car. Dean follows, then Sam. They approach the tent and peek inside. Roy is speaking to a small group of the faithful, including Layla and her mother.

"Gather round, please everyone. Gather round. Come in closer, come on up."

"Where's Sue Ann?" Y/N asks.

"House," the three move to the house.

"You two go find Sue Ann, I'll catch up."

"What are you gonna...?" Sam asks as Y/N pushes the two towards the house. Y/N spots the two cops from earlier.

"Hey!" The cops looked over. "Areryou going toa put that fear of God in me?" The cops drop their coffee and run at Y/N, who takes off. As soon as they'regone,e Sam and Dean run up the stairs and check around the house. It is inthe darkness. They turn back, confused, then spot light emerging from the cracks of the outside basement entrance. Sam and Dean move towards the basement entranc., Dean opens thedoor,r and the two slip inside.

==

Y/N slowly rises next to the passenger window of the camper van, looking behind her. A large dog jumps at the window, barking wildly, and she leaps back. On the other side of the van, the cops shine their lights underneath, then in at the dog, who is still barking.

"Psycho mutt," they move on, and Y/N sticks her head over. She looks around tensely, then sags against the roof.

==

Sam and Dean move quietly through the basement to a candlelit altar littered with parts of dead animals, blood, horns, and more. There is a photo in the middle of Y/N, her face has been crossed out with what looked like blood.

"I gave your sister life, and I can take it away," Dean says, furious. He tips over the table the altar is on, then the two run at Sue Ann, but she is already up the stairs. She closes the hatch and secures it with a beam. Sam and Dean stretch to push against them and keep trying. "Sam, Dean, can't you see? The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked. And your sister is wicked, and she deserves to die just as Layla deserves to live. It is God's will," Sam and Dean turn to survey the room. "Goodbye, Sam, Dean." Dean pulls a block of wood from the wall and smashes out a small boarded-up window.

==

Y/N is heading towards the tent when some lights go out. She stops, looking behind her, and watches the line of lights lighting the path go out one by one. She turns back to see the reaper walking towards her. The reaper places his hands on the side of Y/N's head. Y/N convulses once again, slowly coming to her knees, her eyes glazing over. Sue Ann is reciting, holding up the cross. Sam and Dean appear. Dean grabs it and throws it aside, breaking a glass bottle of blood. The reaper stops what he is doing and looks up. Y/N falls to the ground, gasping, as Sue Ann falls to her knees beside the blood.

"My God, what have you done?"

"He's not your God," Sam says. Sue Ann looks up and sees the reaper. He smiles at her. Terrified, she rises and turns to run. The reaper is there. He places his hands on her head, her eyes glaze over, and she falls to her knees. After a moment, still smiling, he allows her to slip to the ground, where she convulses before dying. The reaper watches, looking satisfied. Leaving her lying there, Sam and Dean turn and go to look for Y/N, who has made it back to the Impala just as Sam and Dean approach.

"You okay?" Sam asks, hugging Y/N.

"Hell of a week," Y/N replies, shaking her head.

"Yeah.... All right, come on. We should get going," Dean says. They enter the car.

==

Y/N sits on the bed, staring at nothing. Sam and Dean come up to her, looking down at her with sympathy.

"What is it?" Sam asks, staring at her.

"Nothing," Sam and Dean wait a few seconds.

"What is it?" Dean asks softly, sitting beside Y/N and putting his arm around her shoulders and her head on his shoulder. Sam comes over and sits opposite Y/N, taking her hands into his.

"We did the right thing here, didn't we?" Y/N questions.

"Of course, we did," Sam replies, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

"It doesn't feel like it." A knock at the door stops them.

"I got it," Sam says. He opens the door as Y/N turns to look, showing it's Layla.

"Hey, Layla. Come on in."

"Hey," she enters, and Y/N quickly rises to greet the woman.

"How did you know we were here?"

"Sam and Dean... called. They said, you... wanted to say goodbye?" Y/N glances at Sam and Dean, who are at the door. They're smiling softly, and they nod at her.

"I'm gonna... grab a soda. Dean, come on, I'll buy you a pie." The two leave, closing the door behind them.

"So, uh. Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet. Our work kind of takes us all over." Layla watches Y/N as they sit in silence for a moment.

"You know... I went back to see Roy." Y/N nods.

"What happened?" Layla sits on one of the beds.

"Nothing. He laid his hand on my forehead, but nothing happened," Y/N sits behind her.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry it didn't work," Y/N says.

"And Sue Ann. She's dead, you know? Stroke."

"Yeah, I heard. You know Roy's a good man. He doesn't deserve what's happening," Y/N looks at Layla. "Must be rough. To believe in something so much, and have it disappoint you."

"You want to hear something weird?" Y/N turns to look at her. "I'm okay. Really. I guess if you're going to have faith... you can't just have it when miracles happen. You have to have it when they don't."

"So, what now?" Y/N asks.

"God works in mysterious ways," Layla says, smiling softly. Layla hugs Y/N, who is barely keeping it together. "Goodbye, Y/N." Layla rises and moves towards the door. Y/N closes her eyes for a second, remaining still. She then rises and turns to face Layla.

"Well...." She clears her throat as Layla turns back to face her. "I'm not much of the praying type... but... I'm going to pray for you."

"Well... there's a miracle right there," Layla says, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Layla turns and leaves the room. Y/N stands staring at the door, her eyes tearing, knowing it's going to be the last time she'll ever see Layla again.

[deexchanel]

New York

Word Count: 2,655

Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader. Justice League x BlackFem!Reader but more specifically Clark Kent x BlackFem!Reader.

Warning: Arguing, mention of miscarriage, angst.

Summary: After not being in contact for so long, someone decides to make a visit.

A/N: The title has nothing to do with the one short. Oops. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy!😁 below is Y/N’s outfit for the first half.

A long day after helping the team on their mission, Y/N wanted some pizza. It was around 10 p.m. when she decided to leave the tower. Tony was asleep in the chair, Steve was asleep on the couch. Natasha and Bucky were on the floor watching a movie. Thor was rummaging through the refrigerator, he was watching the movie as well but stopped to get some snacks.

Loki was in the library reading a book. Peter was on patrol so that’s why she felt safe with being out so late. “Loki I’m leaving to get some pizza okay?” He closed his book, preparing to stand up.

“Alright, I’m going with you.”

Y/N placed a hand on his chest so he could stay sitting. “ I want to go by myself Loki. I’m going to be perfectly fine, Peter’s patrolling right now.”

Loki sigh trying to push down his overprotective feeling. “Alright, just be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Y/N hummed kissing his forehead, she then walked to the living. Everyone in their same position except Thor was now back on the floor.

Y/N kissed each of their foreheads, “I’m going to go get some pizza. Anyone wants anything?”

Natasha shook her head,“ No, be careful though. I really want to pause this good movie to save your ass.” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing her purse from the hook.

“Bring me back some pizza? I’m rather hungry.” Thor said with his eyes glued to the tv.

“You’re always hungry Thor. Bring me some too. Better yet, why don’t I just come.” Y/N heard shuffling from behind her. She wanted to take a peaceful by herself to get pizza, is that too hard to ask? “No Bucky, I want to go by myself. I can handle it.”

She turns around to see him looking at her hesitantly. “You sure Y/N? I don’t mind coming-”

“I got it, really. Go enjoy the movie Bucky. I’ll be right back.” Y/N cut him off, walking out of the door. Bucky stood there dumbfounded, “Is she acting weird or it’s just me?” He pointed to the door, looking at Natasha and Thor.

“She seems alright with me.” Natasha shrugged and Thor didn’t reply.

Y/N took a deep breath hearing the new york life sparkle in her ears. Taxis coming and going. The roar of the subway beneath Y/N’s feet. Everyone talking but still being able to hear your own conversation.

Lights flashing brightly, babies crying, the homeless constantly asking for money. The smell of 1,000 vendors, many selling gyros. Broadway fans going insane when their favorite cast member walks out of the stage door. People of every race, color, and religion.

“Finally,” Y/N mumbled after a good minute of walking, she arrived at the pizza store on the corner. She ordered and stood in line for 15 minutes then left with 5 boxes of pizza. Stopping at the park, Y/N sat on a bench eating pizza enjoying the night air.

Y/N was happy with life but sometimes a person just wants to be alone. A little part of her misses the old lifestyle she had. Bruce, Barry, Diane, Victor, and Arthur. She missed them so much, especially Clark but he was the last person she wanted to see.

They were old lovers, at one time there wasn't a thing Clark wouldn't do for Y/N. Time skip, Y/N found out she was pregnant but due to stress from Clark, she miscarried. No one knew because of the genuine smile she held on her face. He was probably so caught up with Lois to not notice that she'd been gone for a year now.

She loved Clark, Y/N was his best friend. Lois came into the picture and he dropped everything just for her. Heartbroken, Y/N came to new york searching for happiness. She found it in the avengers who she now calls family.

Today was the anniversary of her baby and she just wanted to be alone. She was alone when it happened so she rather be alone now. Y/N stared off into space not even hearing someone land beside her. You read right, land.

"Y/N?"

The deep voice took her out of her gaze. Y/N turned to see Clark in his superman attire. Shocked, she could barely get anything out. "...Clark??"

Clark's face held worry," Y/N..." Y/N furrow her eyebrow confused cutting him off.

"What are you doing here Clark?"

"I can't come to see you now? Y/N I haven't seen you in months."

"Clark I don't wanna talk about that right now. I want to know how did you know I was here??" Y/N stood up, placing her unfinished pizza in the box. She couldn't even enjoy alone time without being bothered.

"Bruce's been track you this whole time Y/N. Come home, we miss you. I miss you." He reached out for her hands. Surprisingly Y/N let him grab her hands. She shook her head.

"Clark I can't just leave. I have a life and family here. You have Lois now, that's who you need. Not me."

Clark looked down," She left me Y/N. Lois said me being superman was too much."Y/N sigh knowing how to hurt he was. Yes, she was mad at him but sometimes not everything needs a reaction. Keeping it calm, she gave him a hug.

"I'm so sorry Clark, I should've been there for you."

Clark held her close smelling her wonderful smell of lavender. "It's okay Y/N. I know this life is treating you well."

Y/N could feel that it was getting late. "Clark I have to go, but I do have to ask you something." He pulled back glazing into her brown eyes.

"What is it Y/N?"

"Tomorrow evening bring the team to the tower. I want everyone to meet each other. I'll cook! It'll be so much fun."

Clark looked at her with hesitation, "I don't know Y/N.."

Y/N gave him the puppy dog eyes, "Please Clark? You get to see me in a nice outfit." He smiled giving in.

"Oh alright."

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"A little bit of this," Y/N murmured pouring grated cheese on top of the macaroni. She placed it in the oven, closing the door with her butt. Dinner consisted of steak with tarragon mushrooms with a side of macaroni. Y/N had been in the kitchen all day while the team did their overview with Fury for missions they have done.

"Smells amazing in here Y/N! What you make?" Steve's voice came from behind while she grabbed plates out of the cabinet. "Food Steve. You'll see when it's dinner time and if you don't mind, can you help me set the table?"

Steve nodded his head with a smile, "Sure I don't mind Y/N." The two joked around while they set the table. Clark and everyone were to be here in about 20 minutes. When she got home from the park last night, Y/N told the avengers about this evening dinner, and boy it was some weird faces.

She didn't know who was harder to convince, Tony or Steve. Maybe because they had been on the team longer. Once finished Y/N ushered Steve to go get dressed. She was so caught up with finishing the meal, that she didn't check the time. "Fuck!"

It was 10 minutes until Clark and the rest got there. She was nowhere near ready. "Y/N why aren't you ready?" Tony asked in disbelief when he walked into the kitchen. Y/N pulled at her hair.

"I know, I know! I was too caught up in finishing the steaks. Can you watch the food so it won't burn? please?"

Tony sigh,"If that makes you get dressed faster then I'll watch it." He opened the lid, the food smelled amazing. "Yeah hurry up, this smells good. I'm ready to eat."

"Thank you!" She kissed his cheek, rushing past so can get dressed.

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"Y/N they're here!" Steve called up the stairs. Y/N hopped around on one foot trying to put on the other boot. When it finally slid on her foot, she stood in front of a mirror taking a deep breath. She wanted all her favorite people to come together and be her support. To make her forget about the pain she went through a year ago yesterday.

Y/N walked downstairs with all eyes on her. Clark's mouth was agape from how good she looked. "Arthur! Diana! I've missed you guys!" Y/N hugged her with passion.

"Me too. You look beautiful." Diana hugged her back. Y/N moved towards Arthur giving him a hug. "Thank you."

"Yeah you look too good, don't make me have to beat anyone up from looking too hard." Thor snorted which made Arthur glance at him for a second. Y/N moved to Bruce.

"I hope you're doing good Bruce other than Barry getting on your nerves."

"Hey!" Barry said in defense.

"I'm good, just missed having you around."Bruce expressed which kinda shocked Y/N because he wasn't so open. She then gave Victor and Barry a hug. "I've missed you, two knuckleheads, together."

"We've missed you too." Victor smiled.

"What are we eating, it smells so good in here," Barry said excitedly. Y/N laughing gesturing towards the dining table. "We're about to find out, let's eat!"

Everyone cheered a bit sitting at the table, you know they didn't mingle but sat on the opposite side. Y/N walked over to the stove trying to bring the food to the table but Natasha stopped her.

"I got it Y/N, go sit down. You've been on your feet all day, I can bring the food to the table." Natasha grabbed the glass casserole dish out of her hand. She wasn't lying about her feet hurting but Y/N wasn't going to admit it.

Y/N sigh, "Fine, I'm bringing the champagne to the table though." She hurriedly grabbed two bottles of champagne before Natasha could protest. She definitely needed a sip before dealing with two rival heroes.

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There were conversations here and there but most of Y/N. She had all her favorite people in one room. Dinner was running smoothly until...

"So Y/N, Clark told us that you were coming back to stay permanently. I'm excited to have you back." Barry used his knife to cut the steak. Y/N didn't know who to look at crazy him or Clark. She could feel the hard glaze from Bucky.

"What's speedy boy talking about Y/N?" Tony asked tilting his head. Steve sat down his knife.

"Yes please do explain."

"I uh haven't said anything like that. I had planned on visiting, it wasn't official." Y/N scratched her arm out of nervousness from all eyes on her.

"I knew I wasn't going insane. Y/N wasn't going to go back permanently, she's not that crazy." Thor chuckled drinking his champagne.

Victor glanced at him sideways."What's that supposed to mean? Y/N wouldn't be crazy if she came back permanently. That's honestly the perfect decision if she does."

"Guys.." Y/N trailed off but was ignored by everyone. "Y/N is right where she belongs. Do I need to say more?" Loki wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"If she wants to come back permanently then she can. Y/N's only been with you guys for what ? a year? She's been with us forever so you know who she's going to choose." Arthur leaned back in the seat.

"Sure fish boy." Tony let his smart mouth get the best of him. Y/N took a sip of her champagne to calm her nerves.

"Guys..."

She was ignored again. "Y/N is coming with us and that's final. That's the only reason why I came to this wretched place was for her." Clark crossed his arm and Bucky narrowed his eyes at him.

"She's not going anywhere with you. I stand on that."

"Barnes right, you think I was going to let her leave with you after what you did? That's really funny." Natasha chugged the rest of her champagne down. Y/N winced at what she said.

"Guys please."

"Does that matter? Y/N is coming whether you like it or not." Bruce said setting his fork down. Diana nodded in agreement.

"I don't have to anything. Just know I'm not going down without a fight?"

"You people are so petty and tiny." Thor laughed using his fingers to indicate how small they were.

"If Y/N doesn't want to leave she isn't going to leave. it's her decision." Steve sat forward in his seat. They were getting louder by the minute.

"She isn't going, you weaklings," Loki growled sitting forward in his seat as well, not taking eyes off Arthur. Both Clark and Bucky held an intense stare.

"We should go few rounds." Tony stood up and so did Bruce.

"Let's do it then Stark."

Y/N chugged down the rest of the champagne. "Stop." The argument between them grew louder. "Stop!" Y/N stood up placing her hands on the table, no one noticed.

She slammed her hands against the table. "STOP! JUST STOP IT!" Everyone stared at her in shock.

"ENOUGH WITH THIS! I brought you altogether because I wanted support. I needed support."Y/N gritted through her teeth, tears welling in her eyes. "The one time I step out, you all can't even put your petty egos aside. I don't care who I'm staying with and I don't fucking know why it's an argument. I just wanted it to be a normal night."

Y/N lips trembled as she cried, "I can't hold on to this no longer. I was pregnant before I left Clark. I lost the baby. I lost it the day I went to find out the gender." Clark squeezed his eyes closed, his heart broke hearing the news. "And I hate myself so much for even letting myself stress so much that I lost it. When it happened I was alone. I didn't have you, Bruce, or Diana. I didn't have no one. I came to New York heartbroken."

She looked at the Avengers, they held a sad face. Natasha's cheeks were coated with tears."You guys mended my broken heart. You made me feel welcome and I don't know how I could ever repay you." Y/N wiped her tears.

"But I can't deal with this between all of you. I'm leaving so you can have your big ego contest."

She slid the chair back, walking to the elevator. "Y/N!" Bucky called for her but she ignored him. "Shit!" Clark curses under his breath getting up from the chair. Tony shook his head at him.

"Leave her be Clark. She probably went up to the roof or to the park for fresh air."

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Y/N sat in the chair at the airport. She was only going out of the country for a couple of days just to clear her mind. Bruce and Tony have been blowing up her phone none stop. She was tired and waiting on her flight to be called. "Ugh, I'm so tired." She mumbled rubbing her temple. She got up going to the bathroom.

It was oddly quiet until she heard panicked screams. "What?" She murmured looking over her shoulder. Parademons were everywhere. Y/N scrambled to grab her phone trying to be quiet. She slid down the wall, covering her mouth trying to contain her breathing so she wouldn't be heard. The vibration from her phone caught one of their attention and she didn't know.

Still scrambling, Y/N declined the call somehow. She knew she was fucked, tears raced down her melanin cheeks as she held her breath. The parademons appeared beside Y/N, one inspected making sure she was the right one. It snatched Y/N up and she screamed.

"CLARK!"

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The two teams were either sitting around or cleaning up. Clark stood in front of the wet dishes drying them off while Bucky cleaned them. He froze hearing Y/N scream in his ears. Diana noticed and instantly spoke up.

"What is Clark? What's wrong?"

"Y/N's been kidnapped."

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Omg, I feel like this is so weird😂😂😂. I am going to make a part 2 I just gotta think about how it's going to go. I have a busy weekend ahead so I won't update until Monday.

Yk i had to make Y/N damsel in distress 😉. Clark is her lover but Bucky does like her. This is kinda a part 2 of Vacation. I love Marvel and DC so why not put them together 😁!

I hope you guys enjoyed this weird post even though the title has nothing to do with the plot of the story, I just couldn't think of anything 😂😂.

Stay slutty my friends 💜

[honeyedhoseok]

8th MEMEBR OF BTS

• STAGE NAME: Kim Yvonne (김 이본)

• BIRTH NAME: Park Chanelle

• BIRTHDAY: December 31st, 1995

• HEIGHT: 5"9

• PROFESSION: K-pop Idol

• GROUP: BTS

• LABEL: Big Hit

• POSITION: Lead Vocalist, Visual,Sub-rapper, writer, producer.

• DEBUT DATE: June 13th, 2013

• FACE CLAIM: seunghwibaby on ig

• VOICE CLAIM: Madison Beer+Ariana Grande. Rap voice claim: Lisa (BP)

EXTRA INFO ABOUT KIM YVONNE

• NICKNAMES: vonnie, nellie, baby, Big Hit's princess

• TALENTS: can play drums, electric guitar and piano.

• HIDDEN TALENTS: can hold her breath for 4 minutes, is very felixible, excellent at volleyball and basketball.

• LOVE LIFE: is currently single, has 4 exes.

• SUBLINGS: 1 twin brother, Park Jongin.

• SEXUALITY: she's bisexual

• AESTHETIC: femme fatale

• HER PERSONALITY: she's the sweetest little thing ever. everyone's first impression of her was 'bubbly, adorable and sweet'. she's extremely selfless and is constantly putting others before herself in any situation even if she's at a disadvantage. very smart, a little introverted. can be really quite or really loud, no in-between. can seem cold on the outside but she's the warmest person on the inside. broken gen z humor. clingy baby, loves skinship.

• was diagnosed with ADHD Inattentive was she was 13, anxiety and depression when she was 19.

• is unsecure about her looks

• fake maknae

• has three awards on her solo project

• her voice is on the deep side but she can go really high

• MUSIC GENRE: loves pop, RnB and Trap.

• PETS: two chow chow dogs, Oliver and Sirius Black.

• TATTOOS: A sun and a Cresent on her hand, a cloud on her middle finger and ARMY'S shield on her ring finger, 'kookie'on her wrist, a heart in her palm, and a ⁷ behind her ear

• PIERCINGS: three on each ear, nose piercing.

• SOLO PROJECTS: 'Selenophilia' three singles and 10 songs in total.

'Venus Records' two singles and 9 songs in total

CELEBRITY CRUSHES:

• People Crushing On KYV:

• Jackson Wang (GOT7), Wooyoung and Seonghwa (ATEEZ), GRAY and Jay Park (AOMG), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Chan and Han (STRAY KIDS), KAI (EXO).

• Crushes KYV has:

• Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Wonho, Jay Park, Hwasa (MAMAMOO), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Madison Beer, Yeonjun (TXT).

A GUIDE TO THE SHIPS: withing BTS

VONJOON/RAPVON

• 45% family, 55% romance

• fourth biggest ship in K-pop.

• she's his baby, you can't convince me otherwise.

• she looks up to namjoon alot.

• king and queen of destruction

• writing duo

• calling eachother 'honey' platonically

• too many inside jokes

• can be annoying, because who ever is around them WILL third wheel.

• "BTS and the world third wheeling joon and vonnie for 25 minutes straight" videos

• back massages because carrying the music industry is painful

• they trust eachother so much

• will always spill to eachother about their worries.

• the respect is through the roof

• love for days

• vonjoon/ rapvon stans are either rock hard or soft af

• HUGS

• this man is a giant and the hight difference is just enough for him to scoop her up in his arms and squeeze the life out of her.

• they can carry smart conversations most of the time, but not all the time

• "joon, what's the difference between horses and donkeys?"

• "°_°"

• "deadass"

• wholesome relationship :)

SEOKVON/ VONJIN

• 70% family, 30% romance

• will babie her, he must babie her.

• he's so protective of his wittle vonnie

• is always checking up on her.

• he thinks she's the most precious angel in the world that need to be rocked to sleep and fed every couple of hours.

• gives everyone normal cups, but Yvonne get a sippy cup with sunflower prints on it.

• THEY LOUD AS HELL OH MY GOD

• one can spot their shenanigans from a mile away.

• a lot of "Jin and von being chaotic neutral" for an hour straight videos

• he taught her how to fish

• cooking buddies

• making cookies at 3 in the morning

• crackhead energy that fills up a tank

• will shamelessly stock up tampons and pads for her

• THE LOVE IS CONTAGIOUS

• INFECTIOUS LOVE

• sibling fights for no reason

• seokvon/vonjin stans are the softest ever

• wholesome babies

MINVON/ VONGI

• 65% family, 35% romance

• IS VERY VERY PROTECTIVE OF HER.

• has the biggest soft spot for her

• he's her little meow meow

• they go fishing together (w/ Jin)

• she has the passcode to his studio

• PRODUCER DUO

• the amount of unreleased tracks is insane.

• he pretends he doesn't like her hugs, but in reality he instantly melts in her arms.

• the only person he'll let cuddle him.

• deep convos

• stargazing

• sharing bandanas

• not a lot of skinship

• keeping eachother entertained during award shows

• WIGGLY YOONGI DANCE TOGETHER

• gummy smiles :')

• minvon/vongi stans are soft and well fed

• playing basketball together

• armys making "suga and yvonne being babies" compilation videos

• they're the type of duo who you be in a room doing literally whatever and someone you'd walk in, stare at them and slowing retreat thinking they just walked into some cult activities

• silently take care of eachother

• smallest acts of intimacy

• tiny babies

JUNGVONNIE/VONHOPE/HOVI

• 50% family, 50%romance

• team chaos

• THE ULTIMATE DANCE DUO OH MY GOD

• doing the weirdest things ever without questioning it

• compliments that turn into, "no u, no u, NO I SAID YOU"

• he's secretly her favourite

• yvonne and hobi are basically what its like to mix gummy bears, skittles, rainbow belts and honey. SWEETNESS AND HAPPINESS AND SUNSHINE ALL AROUND UWU

• THE VOLUME IS ASTRONOMICAL

• but like thank god one of them has an iq above 6

• the amount of "hobi and voni being rays of sunshine" for 30 minutes straight videos is insane

• Comfort Inn ™

• CUDDLES

• she will cling to him as if he's the last human alive.

• they're in their own universe almost all the time

• jungvonnie/vonhope/hovi stan are so soft if they see a video of hobi and voni laughing they will cry

• loveliest relationship

TAEVON/ 2V/ VONHYUNG

• 20% family, 80% romance

• third biggest ship in K-pop

• they get a little too hot on stage

• she's his favourite person

• she makes him feel so safe

• the walking memes

• GUCCI EVERYWHERE

• being weird together

• always teamed up in any situation

• DEEP VOICE DUO

• dog parents

• yeontan, Oliver and Sirius are literal siblings

• coffee 'dates'

• actual fashion icons

• king and queen of resting bitch faces

• skinship at its finest

• a new dating rumor every other day it's not even shocking at this point

• they are always taking naps somewhere, can be backstage, can during an award show, can be during practice, doesn't matter. naps.

• they're always there for eachother, mentally and physically.

• "tae and vonnie being adorable for 10 minutes straight" videos

• t r u s t

• are always playing with each others hair

• taevon/2V/vonhyung stans are either hardcore af or soft af

• sweetest relationship

( i can't add a jimin gif due to a limit in submitting)

JIVON/VONMIN/2PARK

• 2% family, 98% romance

• biggest ship in K-pop

• they're always together no matter what

• skinship to the literal max

• holding hands, cheek kisses, cuddling, hugs, sitting on each other's laps, all of it.

• matching hair colours.

• they're either being the tiniest babies together or everyone's OTP, no in between.

• 'power couple' at award shows, matching outfits, dance solos, harmonizing together, they got it.

• all over eachother on stage, as if no one is watching.

• Yvonne 'platonically' calls jimin baby, but he blushes everytime.

• him calling her noona

• they don't give the army the chance to breath, because they are never here to play

• they have the most iconic lines that genuinely sound like fake subs

• que the "jimin and yvonne being a married couple for 20 minutes straight" videos

• they are either really chill or hella energetic

• the jivon/vonmin/2park stans are probably the hardest stans in the fandom.

• sweethearts :')

( I can't add a jungkook gif)

VONKOOK/ JEONVONNIE

• 10% family, 90% romance.

• second biggest ship in K-pop

• golden maknaes

• vocal duo

• "_____ hyung won't scold us"

• they're banana milk addicts

• poutty bunnies

• she's literally kookie's role model

• he always has his head on her shoulder

• they have several matching tattoos (a heart on their palms, he has 'vonnie' on his wrist and she has 'kookie' her wrist, and a '⁷' behind their ears).

• they're always covering songs together

• crackhead energy is through the roof

• they are the chaotic good/evil

• hands all over eachother all the time

• on stage

• during practice

• on vlives

• awards shows, whatever

• fancams of their solo performances always tend to go viral

• whenever they're are in the same room, just know something is going to get spoiled. always.

• king and queen of highnotes

• "jungkook and yvonne being BTS' babies" videos

• they (+tae) are rapline's biggest fans

• the weird drunkies

• they are always eating something, can be ramen, can be an unpeeled banana, you never know.

the vonkook/jeonvonnie stans are the most confused turned on stans ever, but they are quite well fed.

( lmao I hope u liked this)

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

our newborn child has been really ill for a couple weeks and you’ve been really worried. luckily, we took them to the doctors and everything’s fine. yet despite it being nearly a week since we went to the doctors, you’ve slept beside the crib every night.- with kuchel shes the youngest and imagine levi and the rest of the ackerbabies sleeping with her cause they're worried

LOOK. THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN A DRABBLE ALRIGHT? BUT I GOT REALLY CARRIED AWAY AND UHM.... Imma break loads of hearts with this....don't tell me I didn't warn you.

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Tags: a n g s t, pure angst, everyone's suffering, Wanna get in the mood I was while writing? Listen to this

A matress for five

For the first time in a long while, Levi's eyes stung feverously with exhaustion and insomnia. It was a silent beg, the first sign of his body giving in to the fatigue of taking care of four children but for all he knew, given the situation things would have to be worse before they got better.

His feet couldn't hold himself up in that late hour; not that even dared to move to check on the clock on the nightstand, his perception of time was more of an assumption. He had spend endless nights wide awake, clinging onto Kuchel's crib for dear life, interwinning her little hand with his, as his sorrows would bathe him in cold sweat.

The small hand that faintly clung onto his intex finger and wouldn't let loose of the steady grip sent earth shattering rashes of pain inside his heart as his eyes batted to its owner. His very own, crucially small and excessively faint daughter, that desperately needed him to simply survive. His eyes batted as he took in her small form for the upteenth time this evening. He loathed to be in that place again, to watch another beloved Kuchel in his life suffer with illness.

He had brought it to himself, he figured. By agreeing that she looked like him enough to be honored to share a name with his mother. Yet, after the recent events of having watched her suffer with whatever was that had gotten her down, he kept on wondering if luck was playing games with him for chosing his ill-fated mother's name. Was it really that much of a coincidence that he had to be stripped off another Kuchel, in a much similar situation?

And how on earth was he supposed to deal with another death brought onto his own little family.

The image of you leaving your last breath while you begged for him to protect your children was a fresh addition of the annihilating pain of grief that clung into his chest as if it was it's safe place. His eyes couldn't help batting erratically to prevent new waves of tears from running cold on his temples as he mentally clung onto the fondest memories of yours. He knew, with the way things were now, he shouldn't allow himself to be weak. There were four children that were completely depended on him, in despairate need to be helped, fed and be stood by for.

He had figured that by allowing himself to be egoistic with his grief he would only manage to repeat Kenny's behavior towards him. Naturally, no decent parent figure would ever chose to treat their children in such way and he didn't wish upon his own babies to feel most of the overwhelming emotions of abandonment he had felt before.

Had you still been here though, no one would have to be forced to deal with your loss in the first place. And as for Kuchel, she wouldn't have to fall sick and fight for her survival since day one.

He still could recall days where you would have fun with your sons, still very pregnant, resting assured that you'd always protect everyone in your own way.

In his memories, you held him tight, arm lingering on his as he cooked a healthy meal for your sons, rubbing one hand over your belly and begging him not to get you pregnant for a long time. Your boys, curious as ever would ask a trillion questions concerning your baby bum to which Kurt would jump to answer before you, taking the role of the experienced older brother, making you giggle at his quick wits and smart mouth.

You would simply bat your eyes in awe and pride as you'd look at him go and take responsibility for his brother at such a young age and in turn, Kurt would promise you he'd always take care of Kuchel as well. Then you would look at Levi, orbs glistering with with plastered happiness only to mouth a silent i love you to him.

The sudden forced halt to your everyday affections was probably what hurt him the most.

In his head, he imagined, you laid beside him as he placed Kuchel to sleep on his chest, smiling at the tenderly profound affection. You hand would graze the surface of his stomach, sliding across the baby's tiny body, only for your fingers to rest on his chin, so tenderly and faintly that he could barely feel them. Your expression would be serene, hues glimmering golden as they'd mirror the warm tingerine flicker of the candlelight.

He would spare you a smile, the most effortessly sincere one he could put on and he'd watch as your eyes would widen. When you'd realise the nature of his expression you would crash your lips against his, noses bumping feverishly into eachother as you'd try to freeze the smile on his face, afraid that it would disappear never to be seen again.

And to that, you would have probably been right. He wasn't going to smile again, not without you at least. Your departure from his life had ripped his heart like an old rotten rag and there was no way for him to manage to pick the pieces of his heart and stitch them back together. He had done it one too many times, just to push forward with being a soldier.

With a heart that was broken one too many times, he should have felt numb when he was ripped off another beloved person.

But he couldn't say the same would ever apply to his children.

As he laid there, staring at Kuchel's chest falling and rising with each little breath she took, he felt like the world threatened to rip him way from his younglings as well. His heart ached at the thought that they would ever have to share a fate with him.

The looks on their confused faces on the day of Kuchel's birth still crushed him. Little by little, day by day, he'd watch as everyone would fall into melancholy from your sudden departure. Kuchel was the first one to suffer from your loss, perhaps, even more fundamentally in comparison to the others.

It had been weeks since Kuchel had fallen ill.

Levi had strained himself physically and mentally trying to figure out what was going on, how could he help or how could he ever even feed her. All the previous experience he had with his sons was nothing compared to not being able to feed his daughter property; what he had suspected of being a mild case of colics, as often as it was on infants, had turned out to be a painful experience for every member in the house just as much as it had been for the newborn girl.

The doctor he had consulted with a little more than a week ago had assured him what Kuchel was going through was normal for children that were forced to receive substitute for their mother's milk. Perhaps, he had suggested, if Levi could find a wet nurse for her she wouldn't have to go through such horrific colics and suffer.

He was only shaken from his thoughts at the creaking sound of the heavy door to your once shared bedroom opening slightly. His eyes immediately fell on the source of sound, only to be welcomed by a small flashing of the dark corridor. With all willpower to move strained from his body though, he couldn't yet manage to utter a single word.

"Kurt, will Kuchel die?"

"Can we go see her?"

The tiny, barely audible voices grazed Levi's eardrums softly, always tenderly allowing him to process the spoken words that left his children's mouths. His nose twitched as anxiety rushed through him, causing him to slightly raise a hand to scratch it in an attempt to shake it's newfound numbness away. The thought of having to force himself to get up from Kuchel's bedside even for a mere moment drowned him in worry and despair.

"No, stupid, she won't die dad's taking care of her. And no, see they're asleep." Kurt whispered as a response, looking at his two brothers after his hand shot on the door to prevent them from opening it further.

Despite the door creaking ever more in response to them pressing their weight on it, the three boys ignored the sound as if it fell deaf to their ears. John and Tony batted their eyes in Kurt's hand, struggling to fit their heads in the slight opening to peek inside the room.

"Mommy wee come and hep her." John tried to whisper, mustering out his best composed words. Kurt threw the younger boy a dangerous glare as the words fell of his mouth, ready to scold him for speaking his nonsense so loud.

"Mom's not coming back," Tony managed to speak, confused as ever, before Kurt ever had a chance to open his mouth. "I think."

Kurt sighed, a loud, angered scoff of air escaping his small nostrils. "Mom's dead, we're never seeing her again. Get it brats?" His grip on the door tightened as he spoke, his feet that had been pushing forward to stop himself from bursting, finally giving in to the pain on the fresh wound in his little chest.

"Kuwt is mean!"John mumbled with a tied tongue "Towy, awe we going to see Kuchel again?"

"In the morning, John!"

"I wan to sweep next to dad!"

"Shut your shitty mouths! Dad is sleeping and we'll wake him and Kuchel up!"

On the other side of the door, Levi laid on the bed in a haze, listening carefully to his children lashing out on their inner thoughts to each other. Originally, he would simply ignore the late night stomping of curiosity his sons were engaged in but an itch to his chest prompted him to get up, to open the door and welcome them into the room.

Hange had spoken to him about the significance of bonding time between him and his children now that they had to come to terms with the significant deat of a parental figure; each one of them them was in a crucial stage of their development, meaning they wouldn't take their mother's death in easily, or even similarly. The psychosynthesis of each child was fragile in its own way and right now Hange's theories were turning out to be correct.

Before he knew it he had walked the distance to the door, opening it slowly to let the three children in."Oi, what have I told you about being vulgar?"

The three siblings froze, chubby cheeks puffing at the sides of their puckered lips as they averted their eyes away from their father's gaze in shame. Kurt took a step forward making sure to force his gray eyes to stare into his father's identical ones, only to speak up the words that were threatening to spill from the tip of his tongue as his heartbeat went through the roof.

"I'm sorry dad!"

Levi's hand automatically shot to the boys direction only to come and ruffle tenderly through his dark chocolate locks. His expression softened and his heart sped up at the slight change of demeanor coming from the boy; Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling him closer to his smaller body. He melted under the touch. It seemed like his sorrows couldn't bear to get worse at the presence of his children.

In less that a second, Tony and John had nuzzled their way to his legs, in turn, hugging him absurdly tight close to them. Hums and soft giggles escaped them as they cheered for the acceptance of their affections. Almost as if they commanded him to, Levi squatted down, allowing them to wrap their arms around his neck and torso. His own hands came to engulf them in the warmth of his chest, pressing their little heads against it.

"John said he wants to sleep with you! I will watch over Kuchel!" Kurt spoke with the most stern tone he could muster, only to deem himself serious enough for his father to take him seriously.

"Hey I don't want to sleep alone!" Tony exhaled.

Levi couldn't help but let out a huff of amusement through his nose. "How about you all hop onto the bed with me?" He questioned, orbs darting around to all three the pairs of eyes that stared back at him "That way no one has to sleep alone!"

Normally, he knew they would cheer in excitement when you'd allow them to sleep in between you, but the heartbreaking contrast to their current reaction served as another reminder that things were never going to be the same.

Their heads were darting down, eyes burning holes at the floor beneath them as they reluctantly agreed to follow him into the room. He could tell John simply mimicked his brothers' reactions by a mere glance at him. The mellow indicator of his anxiety was served in the form of his teeny fingers mingling with the trims of his sleeves. A silent yawn escaped him, causing his chest to swell and fall in tiredness as he refused to rub any sleep away from his eyes. Noticing it, Levi knew he couldn't waste any more time, he quickly ordered them to secure their grips onto him before he picked them up, entering the bedroom once again.

With curiosity written in their faces, once they were securely set onto the matress, the boys silently crawled to the direction of Kuchel's crib, probing themselves at the edge of the wooden railing. Soon enough, Levi joined them; his hands gripped the railing as he rested his head against them, purposely mimicking his sons.

"Dad, will Kuchel die?" Kurt questioned with dark eyes probing in the direction of the newborn baby. The gulp that went down his throat didn't escape Levi's gaze.

"No, she just has stomach aches from the milk she's been drinking."

With skeptically forrowed brows Tony puckered his lips to the side of his cheek as he proceeded his father's words. "So she will stop drinking milk?"

"Not quite," Levi clicked his tongue "We'll find someone to feed her."

"Mommy wee feed her!"

A heavy sigh escaped Levi's lips as John spoke with enthusiasm. His inability to comprehend death was only natural, Levi reminded himself, but that didn't make it any easier for him to cope up with. It would months even years before Levi could explain to him the concept of death in a way that he could understand and come to terms with. For now, he had to settle with his his heartstrings pulling at him as he spoke the familiar indicators to remind John you were no more of "Mommy can't come back to feed her, so we are going to find a wet nurse."

"What's that?" Tony inquired.

"She is someone who will provide milk for Kuchel like I'm providing food for you."

"Oh!" Tony brought a finger at the side of lip as the profound realisation hit him "Like a new mommy? But why does Kuchel get to have a new mommy, doesn't she like our mommy?"

Levi wasn't given a chance to speak his mind, to educate them on the subject of death once again. Their voices were overlapping each others in a panicked state. It wasn't an uncommon thing for them to do in stressful situations; crying in sync as they stuck with each other as a lunatic team when they cried was something he had grown used to in the past few years. He knew how to handle them, but frankly, in this very moment he mentally couldn't.

"D-did Kuchel kill mommy?"

"Can babies kill?"

"Will Kuchel kill us as well? Daddy don't let Kuchel kill you!"

"Kuchel loved mommy" Levi cleared his throat, finally putting an halt to the synchronized silly assumptions that were being spoken "It's not her fault she had complications in birth."

"Then I don't want to give birth either!" A small cry escaped the group of siblings, causing Levi to bring a palm to his forehead. Sometimes, he wished he could explain things to them as you could, because how the hell was he supposed to explain to Tony that he couldn't physically give birth to someone, at this late hour in the night with his head throbbing in worry for the sickling in the crib.

"You really don't have to worry about that!" He spoke, voice flickering in the air as anxiety rushed through him for the upteenth time. "We should sleep, alright?"

The boys reluctantly bobbed their heads up and down in silently nods of agreement to their father's words. Almost in synch, they detached their hands from the crib's railing only to turn around on their knees to sprawl themselves into the vastness of the double sized bed they had always adorned.

Carefully, Levi laid on his side with his head facing Kuchel's crib, just like a few minutes ago. His hand darted inside the crib, his finger wiggling its way to Kuchel's little palm for her to grab onto. As welcoming as ever, the little palm wrapped around his index finger before a flickered breath exited his daughter's small body. Once he had secured that she wasn't going to be awaken by his actions, with his other hand, Levi plopped himself on his back and motioned to the boys to lay around him in the bed.

First John came to rest under his armpit, shifting himself to his liking onto his father's chest, that much until his ebony hair tickled Levi's chin. Levi recognised it as his perfect comfort sleeping position, the one he'd always go for when he'd sleep in your shared bed.

From that point on it only took seconds for the boy to fall asleep to his father's chest falling up and down as he breathed in a steady manner. Tony had managed to nuzzle his way next to John, fast asleep as well as he cuddled up to both his brother and his father.

"You should sleep bratty." Levi shot to Kurt's direction's as he watched him plop himself on his stomach, his head coming to rest above his hands on Levi's hipbone. Although Levi was unsure if Kurt's face seemed to lit up for a fragment of a second at the beloved petname that escaped his lips, he rested positive that he could at least convince the sever year old to give in to sleep.

"No thanks dad" He yawned "I'll watch over Kuchel! You sleep"

"Kuchel is asleep as well, why don't you come lay on my right side and close your eyes."

Kurt seemed puzzled as he examined the choices he was given. The primary instinct to step in father's shoes in order to protect his sister seemed to slowly give in to his need for some well deserved sleep. It would soon take over him completely, he figured as he stared back at his father, so he opted to comply to his father's prompt for sleep.

Besides, having the chance to sleep tight like a baby on his father's chest like his brothers was as important to his childish antics.

Thus, with a shift in his movements he found himself carefully positioned on the right side of his father's body, nose nuzzling just on the underside of Levi's muscled ribs. The question he wanted to shoot at his father remained at the tip of his tongue as sleep mellowy engulfed him.

Levi's stinging eyes felt heavy as his boys cooed peacefully in his embrace. Maybe, just for tonight, he could let himself rest in the presence of his spawns because unbeknownst to them, they had managed to temporarily put his mind and grief at ease.

Maybe just for tonight, he could let you visit him in his sleep and make things perfect again even for as long as a dream lasted. And maybe when he'd wake up Kuchel would be perfectly fine again and his sons wouldn't be drowning in melancholy and confusion and maybe he wouldn't have to spend the rest of his days wishing your bed could hold six sleeping bodies instead of five.

Tags: @levisbrat25 @alrightberries (that's also a special birthday gift to you I'm sorry it's so sad don't kill me 💀👉🏻👈🏻) @ladyofpandemonium @nobody-knows-anymore @miss-consulting-timelord

[whxre-snape]

@snapewrld

The Answers to your wonderful questions😌💙💜

1) Would he ever settle down?

No, I don't think he'll ever settle down. He's pretty content with the life he's living.

2) Who would he end up settling down with?

If he ever did settle down with someone, he'd pick someone kind and sweet. Maybe he'll start an actual relationship with Xenophilius & Pandora.

3) Was he ever a stripper? (he could have definitely been the next Magic Mike💀 "Now welcoming to the stage The Half-blood Prince")

Severus has an account on one of those expensive live pxrn wedcam sites. There he strips and does other things, he doesn't wanna be around drunk people. He does what he can to stay safe.

4) Does he sleep with older men and women because he thinks that they would have more respect for him and his body or does Sev have a Daddy/Mommy kink?

Sort of, Severus doesn't really care about a person's age so long as they're of age. If they aren't then he won't spare you a second glance. He may be a whore but he has rules that he and anyone who wants to be with him have to follow, otherwise you're out of luck. He's very careful on who he sleeps with. Also he does infact have a daddy/mommy kink.

5) Does he do make-up designs?

Severus does do make-up designs. He learned how to use make up from some older girls back in cokeworth. He's been practicing how to create gorgeous designs ever since.

6) Does he make his own clothes/trends? (He's probably a thrift shopper huh?)

I like the idea that Severus was taught how to sew by his mother, so I would say that he does I'm fact make his own clothes but not all the time. The rest of his clothes is bought from small businesses. He does sell some of the clothes he makes for a very cheap price and does make custom clothing for also a cheap price.

7) How does he sleep? Naked, In Underwear, a Nightgown, Short-Shorts and a tank top maybe, or full Pajamas?

Severus sleeps in a large loose shirt and shorts. He use to sleep naked but Regulus once barged into his room after having another nightmare and asked to sleep in his bed that night. Since then he no longer sleeps naked seeing as Regulus still gets nightmares but not as much as before.

8) How does he like his coffee? Iced, Frozen, Hot, Creamed, or does he just eat coffee beans straight from the bag like a sleep deprived monster?

He's addicted to all types of coffee, mostly iced coffee.

9) Any Pets? Cats? Dogs?

He's has 2 cats, several fishes, 2 owls, 1 snake, and 3 dogs that are very well trained to attack intruders without making a single sound.

10) Babysitting? Does he babysit Draco on his days off?

Severus always baby-sits Draco and he baby-sits Luna as well. He loves them both and he treats them as if they're his own kids.

11) Does he scold Regulus for fighting other kids at school? (Kids are mean they probably make fun of Regulus because of Sev's profession)

You best believe that Severus scolds Regulus for getting into fights. Severus is upset but he understands why, so he does what he can to get Regulus to control his emotions and how to make snarky comebacks to burn his enemies

12) Alcohol, Cigarettes, or Weed?

Severus drinks the finest of wines, something his clients gift him. Sometimes on dates he'll drink whatever alcohol they offer him but only after he checks to see if it's safe. Severus doesn't smoke a lot but he does from time to time. Sometimes he, Regulus, and Barty smoke together up on the roof of their house. Severus only smokes weed whenever he has an extremely stressful day.

13) Would Sev rub it in Sirius' face that he slept with his mom/dad (maybe both lol), adopted his brother, and has an unlimited amount of money at his disposal?

He does, he really does. Severus seduced Orion and blackmailed him into giving him custody over Regulus. Eventually word got out and Walburga was furious about it but Regulus was all but thrilled cause hey he no longer has to live with them. Everytime Sirius insults Severus about being a whore, Sev would simply take out a few gold galleons toss them at Sirius and say "Here now you can afford to breathe in my direction" and then walk away like the bad bitch he is.

14) How would the Hogwarts Staff during the Marauders Era react to this new Severus?

They would be shocked as hell, and a little concerned but they wouldn't interfere.

15) Would Severus go back to Hogwarts for Regulus and Barty's career day? Would he get up and speak? Omg would he arrive late and with style or early and just observe?

Ah yes career day. The headmaster would ask Severus to come speak about his profession in potions. Severus of course agrees and once he sets foot on the stage people are confused. Why? Because of his appearance. He has ripped black skinny jeans, a black tank top along with a loose dark purple crop top with the word prince written on it in dark blue, combat boots, he has a double ringed overlap piercing on his lip, chained earrings and some ear piercings, his has a few tattoos on his body, and his hair is up in a bun which is being held by his wand.

He then proceeds to talk about his experience at Hogwarts and everything he does. He talks about being a Potions master, a crafter of clothing, a whore but he doesn't say much, and of being a care giver. He talks about his home life and how he became the very person he is now, he also speaks about how the school didn't do well in protecting him and why he took matters into his own hands. The Professors and Headmaster try to get him to stop, but it's of no use. He's an expert in wandless and wordless magic so all their attempts are useless and he speaks every word with pride. By the end of it everyone cheers and Severus simply stares at the Headmaster and gives him the finger before leaving.

[katiea03]

Hello there! I was wondering if you could write a quick story about Shirabu from Shiratorizawa about the manager. They're really close and basically dating but not? The team is sus of it, trying to either get em together or just questioning them. Thanks!

✘*~ I Like You~* ✘ (Shirabu x Reader)

❣︎Warnings❣︎: None :)

❣︎Genre❣︎: Fluff

❣︎Word Count❣︎: 1.6k

❣︎A/n❣︎: I have never written for Shirtabu or even really read much of his stuff but it was really fun writing for a new character! Hope you enjoy!ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

It was safe to say, you knew Shirabu better than anyone. Growing up together gave you that advantage. It was as though the two of you were attached at the hip. Practically a twin, you had him figured out in every aspect. You were together for every tumble on the playground, every first day of school, (awkwardly enough for him) his awkward voice crack stage, and he was there for you too. So when Shirabu joined the Shiratorizawa team, of course you would be there right next to him.

The team loved you as their manager. Not only were you incredibly cute, you were funny too. You took your duties as team manager very seriously and were always prepared, you were a perfect addition. Quickly enough, you became very good friends with all the boys on the team, but it was without doubt, you remained the closest to Shirabu. That was obvious to everyone. To anyone who didn’t know you guys, it would be easy to mistake you for a couple, and the guys did question you both when you first came to the school. After about a year though, they finally let it go, but not without suspicion something would eventually happen.

“Y/n you better be up! We are gonna be late for morning practice!” Shirabu pounds on your door jolting you awake from your bed. “Shut the hell up! It’s too early to be yelling.” You lazily unlock the door to see him fully dressed and with his school bag. “What time even is it?” You grab your phone to see the time and quickly run to grab your uniform. Without a second thought, you go to pull off your fuzzy pajama pants when Shirabu silently screeches and turns around.

“You’re so dramatic Kenji.” You didn’t have time to tie the bow on your uniform so you just threw the ribbon around your collar. As soon as you were decent, you gave Shirabu the permission to turn around. Hints of red still lingered on his face and the tips of his ears but as he saw your figure running around the dorm room like a maniac he couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Stop laughing and help me find the playbook, the coach is gonna kill me if I don’t bring it!” Now your room wasn’t necessarily messy, but definitely cluttered. You hop around the room with one foot as you wedge on your shoes looking for a million different things at once. Shirabu finds the playbook hidden underneath a million different other textbooks and random papers and slides it out from the mountain.

“How do you get anything done in this mess?” Turning around to see him holding the book, you snatch it from his hands and throw it into your bag.

“I manage just fine thank you very much.”

“Clearly.” You stick out your tongue at him through the mirror as you attempt to flatten down your hair,

“We’re gonna be late Y/n, we really need to go.”

“ Shit, I’ll just have to brush it out at practice.”

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you try to smooth out the creases in your uniform before huffing and giving up. Both of you speed walk throughout the halls and the contrast is almost cringeworthy. Shirabu looked as put together as he always does, his jacket without a single crease and every button in place while you looked like you just got out of bed, well technically you did. Fifteen minutes ago to be exact. Shirabu laughs out loud at your hair that just won’t seem to go down.

You continue to try and brush your fingers through it, but that was a losing battle. Glaring at your longtime friend as you make it through the gym doors, “ Shut up Kenjiro, cause last time I checked your hair still looks like a 5 year old cut it with their eyes closed.”

That shut him up real quick, and with a new smirk of your own you went to set up the gym for morning practice. The boys took turns making fun of you which is nothing new, but when Semi jokingly ruffles your messy hair, Shirabu felt the smallest wave of insecurity wash over him. You slightly shove Semi before attempting to ruin his hair while laughing. The feeling only got stronger and could only be described as jealousy. It was utterly futile but he quickly glared Semi’s way before going into the locker room to change.

Tendou being the instigator he is, noticed the begrudging look on Sirabu’s face and that was enough for him to assume there was something going on. Of course he brought this to the attention of the rest of the team,

“Love is in the air boys, can’t you feel it.” The team was well aware of Tendou’s daily shenanigans and it was only Goshiki who entertained him out of straight nativity. “What do you mean?”

Tendou spins around and points to the locker room, “ Our boy Shirabu is jealousssss.” He sings out and ushijima sighs. This has not been the first time Tendou has brought up the possibility of a relationship between their manager and the second year but with no real proof, it just remains as a ‘what if’.

“Tendou stop meddling where you shouldn’t.” Ushijima is straight to the point and sees no benefit in interfering with their relationship. Semi agrees with a nod and the rest of the team gets back to their drills.

“But isn’t it our responsibility as third years to set up the team for success once we’re gone!”

Semi chimes in, “What does that have to do with their relationship?”

“Our Shirabu and Y/n are going to be third years… and I just want to be nosy and i’m bored!”

“Okay well at least you’re being honest.” Semi crosses his arms and looks back to the locker room as Shriabu walks out. He is met with another cold glare from him and that's all the convincing needed to get Semi onboard. Ushijima wants no part of whatever the hell Tendou has planned and leaves the pair to their own devices.

The rest of the day was spent with clear attempts to get the two of you alone together. You noticed how strange Tendou and Semi were being and eventually caught one of them alone.

“Tendou what are you up to?” You give him a condescending look and he turns to you absolutely clueless. “Whatever could you mean Y/n?”

Your stare hardens and Tendou gives you a look before finally cracking.

“ I couldn’t help but notice how Shirabu has been looking at you lately that’s all.” Sighing you cross your arms looking down trying to hide the blush that started to run across your face. “Someone’s got a cruuushh!” Tendou sings aloud which you are quick to shut up.

You hadn’t admitted to anyone about your crush on Shirabu. It was easy to hide it behind the longtime friendship the two of you shared. But the new feelings you had for him scared you. Not just because of the possible rejection, it was the risk of tainting one of the most important relationships in your life. To ruin that over an immature crush was ridiculous- or at least that's what you told yourself.

“Please don’t say anything to anyone, especially Kenjirō.” You plead and Tendou gives you a soft smile before promising to leave things be.

After school practice was officially over and after cleaning up the gym, Shirabu was walking you back to your dorm. For probably the first time ever, there was an awkwardness between the two of you. He wouldn’t make eye contact and you feared Tendou told him something.

You suddenly stop, Shirabu turns back to you confused.

Tendou was going to die tomorrow, but if he said something, you might as well be honest.

“ I like you Kenji.” You looked down shocked with yourself. You actually said it.

Shirabu searches your face for any trace of a joke, were you playing around? But by your stature and the nervous aura that surrounded you said otherwise.

“Like friends?” He didn’t know how to react, of course he thought about you as more than just a friend. The amount of times he had wanted to reach for your hand. Constantly wondering what they would feel like in his. How many times did he almost reach to tuck your hair behind your ear? His heart started racing faster and he silently prayed that this wasn’t a joke.

“Y-You know that isn’t what I mean.” You started to panic a little, this was a bad idea. A sinking feeling in your chest began to grow bigger and bigger and you felt like burying yourself ten feet under. Was he playing dumb or did he really not-

“I like you too.” Your eyes shoot up and he attempts to remain calm.

“Oh…” Now he was internally freaking out.

“What do you mean ‘oh’!”

You burst out laughing and only then does he calm down too. Both of you laugh at how ridiculous the two of you look. Nothing about your guy's confession was graceful or remotely romantic, but it was perfectly imperfect.

There was a lot to talk about, but there was all the time in the world to discuss what you two were.

The next morning you walked into the gym (on time!) hand in hand. You silently whispered a ‘thank you’ to Tendou and though he had no idea what he did, he accepted it.

(The team also owes him 30 bucks)

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 3 』

· Sept. 27th → Irresistible Force ·

Characters: Karasuno team

Prompts: A. favourite team + B. crossover/AU

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, crack, a teensy bit of angst (because who doesn't love a sad superhero backstory), headcanons, AU, superheroes, HaikyuuWeek2020

A/N: Again, I love all the teams and didn't want to pick, but life is cruel, so here I am. This is headcanons about my fav team (Karasuno) in an AU (superheroes). I was thinking of a Hero Association, kind of like in 'The Boys'? But less corrupt... Maybe more like in 'One Punch'? I think you get me.

All of my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts will be SFW, but I have NFSW content on my blog if that butters your biscuit. Feel free to check it out! Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ Imo~

Karasuno / Superhero Association AU

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☆ Sawamura Daichi ☆

Powers: nigh invulnerability, super strength, enhanced healing

If he's not the ordinary cop that somehow befriends the heroes I was tempted then he's definitely the leader of the superhero group

Kind of like Superman in the old-school Justice League, just not as OP lol

Looks damn good is spandex those thighs *sweats*

Cape!! so ✨majestic✨

Probably wears dark-ish, neutral colours with a dash of blue

A bit serious. Not the kind of hero to go around making quips all the time, but will make light of his own suffering like Captain America

Takes younger heroes under his wing like the true Dadchi he is

Strong moral compass. Unbreakable

Won't hesitate to lay down his life for others

Who am I kidding. He's basically Captain America with a cape

Poster-boy for the Hero Association

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☆ Sugawara Koushi ☆

Powers: telekinesis

A soft, pearly aesthetic with his suit, hair and skin. Lots of white and silver

A favourite among the ladies he's just too pretty, damm it T T

Very plucky and adorable

People in the vicinity will literally faint when he goes all serious to concentrate and use his powers

Has a duo move with Daichi where he literally throws him like a missle YEET

Has the most followers on Twitter and TikTok and his fans can be pretty nuts

Has a perfume line named after him and models for the adverts

Will smile like an angel right before bringing a building down on top of you fuck, I find this one really funny

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☆ Azumane Asahi ☆

Powers: regeneration, enhanced stength

Kind of like Wolverine or Deapool but, like, much, much softer on the inside uwu

Wears green and black

Messed up big time back in the day and dropped off the grid out of guilt some people died :(

Was convinced to come back when his old teammates finally found him again because they needed his help in a crisis

Literally shed tears of relief when heroes and citizens alike welcomed him back instead of hating him mah heart *sniffs*

Can withstand seemingly anything and fully heal within a matter of days

Doesn't know the full extent of his powers himself. How exactly do one test it? 🤔

Still has to psych himself up for a fight, though big softy, really

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☆ Shimizu Kiyoko ☆

Powers: electrokinesis, flight

Powers like Storm from X-Men, and kicks ass like Wonder Woman

Refuses to wear a revealing suit, but looks bomb af anyway

Kiyoko = absolute queen

One of the most powerful heroes, but doesn't throw her weight around unless she's kicking bady-guy booty

Stella gynamast, and has mastered several martial arts

Can literally throw a guy three times her size, all without any strength powers Tanaka: 👁👄👁

Somehow has perfect hair all the time secret superpower??

Is active on the political stage as a human rights activist, headlining women's rights yes, yes yes

Will strike you with lightning for sexual harassment

Comes up with really good mission plans

Is a soothing balm for Tanaka when he loses it

Black and gold aesthetic✨

Asymmetrical cape! super fashionable

Poster-girl for the Hero Association

☆ Tanaka Ryuunosuke ☆

Powers: fire generation and manipulation

Tanaka brings the heat literally

A bit of a chaotic-good, but what's new there?

Can get out of control if he loses his focus, so his friends have to keep him grounded Kiyoko is a literal angel when that happens

Kiyoko: Sun's getting real low...

Bonus points if you get the reference

Is terrified of hurting innocents if he gets out of control

It rarely happens, but if he loses his self confidence, his powers don't seem to work

Shouts cringy lines at the villains before roasting their asses lmfao

Wears a black and orange flame-retardant suit, and actually looks pretty fine in it 😌👌

Literally head over heels for Kiyoko just imagine it. Biggest hype man

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☆ Nishinoya Yuu ☆

Powers: animal metamorphosis, enhanced speed

Think Beast Boy from 'Teen Titans', but less green he's more likely to be yellow or orange, lmao

Handy in lots of different situations. Very versatile

Incredibly cheeky and joins in with Tanaka's cheesy jokes and one-liners

Absolute maniac, but the people love him, especially schoolkids lmao

Has his own energy drink flavour, and he's STOKED about it

Yellow and black suit, kind of like his hair

Has a surprisingly large following of fans

Laps up the attention, but it doesn't really go to his head

Quiet and serious when he's on a mission/fighting

☆ Hinata Shouyou ☆

Powers: self replication, super speed, levitation

His powers took a while to properly manifest, which left him feeling isolated as a teen

Was pretty lost until Ukai helped train him

Got into a fight with Kageyama in an alleyway when he first met him MET HIM IN THE STREET, LMAO

Argues with Kageyama a lot at headquarters, but they work together like a dream when taking down bad guys

Has a heart of literal gold precious baby

Is contantly amazed when he helps significantly

Was inspired to become a hero by his idol, the Little Giant and it's his dream to inspire someone else 😭😭

Uses his replication ability to confuse the bad guys ULTIMATE DECOY

Levitates around the room when he's excited like Aang from ATLA, hahaha

Wears an orange, white and yellow suit with little wings on his heels cuuuute

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☆ Kageyama Tobio ☆

Powers: water/ice generation and manipulation, breathing underwater, superhuman reflexes

I was tempted to give him fire/ice powers like Todoroki, but I didn't want to detract from Tanaka

Has problems focusing his powers, and can be quite turbulent in the heat of battle

Finds it hard to work well with others initially, but really makes an effort

Has hurt people close to him by accident before and never wants to do it again it would tear him apart

Becomes a power duo with Hinata when Ukai helps train them, even though they don't seem to get on well at first

Broody boi on the surface, but a cinnamon roll deep down

Wears a dark blue and deep purple suit that has fins to assist in underwater escapades which are his forte

Freezes Hinata's feet to the floor when he pisses him off or anybody's feet, tbh

Can dodge almost anything because of his reflexes don't ever try to punch him. You'll look stupid

Is surprised by the number of people in his fan club especially the number of women asking to marry him??

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☆ Tsukishima Kei ☆

Powers: telepathy, superhuman intellect, mind control on weak-willed individuals

Prefers to outwit his enemies rather than getting into a brawl

But his self-designed gadgets and tech help him out if he has to a bit like Tony Stark, wink wonk

Sometimes makes you question if he's really a hero or not Tsukki, please

Doesn't take orders well

Baits villains by insulting them and getting the better of them with his words it's hilarious

Comes up with good plans, but improvises well with whatever he's got

Probably wears suits over his spandex most of the time fancy shmancy

Is prepared to die to protect Yamaguchi waahhh

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☆ Yamaguchi Tadashi ☆

Powers: invisibility, force fields, teleportation

Susan Storm with added teleportation, lol

Often finds it hard to value his powers because they're not as visually strong and impressive as other people's

Rather than squaring up to a battle, he often has to 'hide' from it by literally going invisible

But he gradually becomes aware of how vital his powers can be, and learns to control them and make them as advantageous as possible

Is a highly important and valued member of the team

Soft bean that gets nervous and throws up before a fight

But he's hella determined and won't back down

Honestly, just wants to protect Tsukki and make him proud PROTECT HIM

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☆ Yachi Hitoka ☆

Powers: size manipulation

She can shrink and enlarge herself and objects she touches at will, including other people

Sometimes shrinks really small to avoid social situations she doesn't want to be in samez, honey

The clumsiest and least experienced on the team

But she tries her best, gradually getting to grips with her powers

Sometimes uses her powers by accident, like when she's nervous

Once touched a watermelon slice on the refreshment table and accidentally blew it up to the size of a car Hinata, Kageyama and Noya fully dug in with their faces 😭😭

Nearly passed out when Daichi, the literal god of the Hero Association, told her she had great potential

Don't worry, Yams teleported and caught her

☆ Ukai Keishin ☆

Powers: laser vision, metal mimicry

The has-been hero who lost his enthusiasm for hero-ing and retired some years ago

Was really cool back in his hayday. Big hot-shot with a fan club

Has been working as a convenience store attendant to pay the bills and is bored out of his mind but refuses to admit it

Was convinced to get back in the game when he found Hinata and Kageyama fighting, both struggling with their abilities. He broke up the fight and agreed to coach them

Doesn't do much of the flashy hero stuff anymore, but will occasionally get stuck in when he's needed must protecc his children

Is only, like, ten years older than the other heroes, but they treat him like some fossilised sensei out of Natuto, or some shit

Tbf, he has the back problems of one 😭😭

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☆ Takeda Ittetsu ☆

Powers: power absorption

Transferred from being a hero to hero management after having having issues with the effects of his powers he has a conscience :(

He felt guilty and responsible for permanently taking the powers of others, even if they were criminals

It was like removing a piece of their souls it kind of broke him

These days, he makes sure nobody knows about his powers, so it can't be used against him

He helps in any other way possible

He would only use his powers again in dire circumstances he knows he'll eventually have to

Is generally chipper and good natured, though

If he was ever captured by a villain, they'd probably send him back because he talks too much omg, hahaha

Helps gather info for the team and direct them on missions and in fights

Gives bomb inspirational speeches ✊

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[secret-engima]

so we've seen Axis's reaction to Nox's limp, but what about Regis and the rest of the Citadel crew? What's their reaction to him having a limp that comes and goes and chronic pain? And then that Noctis and Nox resonate so well /Noctis/ can fell an echo of it? And one morning, the first time no one can find either of them, when they're in Ardyn's room? What's the reaction there?

Hmmmm, alright everybody buckle up imma get LONG again:

-It takes a while for them to truly notice. Not because they are unobservant, but because Nox has gotten good ad hiding it over the years, it’s a subtle limp, and there is usually some kind of excuse for it the first few times they notice it. The first time he is recovering from magical exhaustion of saving Noctis, the second, third, and fourth times he is sparring or leaving the training field after a hard session. Cor scolds him the fifth time, for pushing himself so hard, tells him to take a potion for whatever injury he’s given himself and then rest for a day. Nox just blinks at him blankly, then nods, Cor assumes Nox was surprised that someone cared enough to stop him. He doesn’t realize that Nox has no idea what injury Cor is talking about and is only nodding because his instincts don’t want Cor to frown at him like that.

-I feel like it takes at least a month. Probably closer to three or four before Regis finally realizes that Nox is limping, faint but there, just while walking down the hallway with Noctis. They’re still in the awkward stage of their relationship, so Regis is almost afraid to approach, but a glance at Clarus and Cor prove they’ve noticed it too, and the look on Cor’s face is dark, like when he’s caught one of his trainees doing something he told them not to. Regis decides he’d better broach the subject before Cor goes into his trainer mode and scares Nox half to death.

-He tentatively approaches and asks if Nox is hurt, gently hints that the doctors will be happy to give him a potion to help and that he doesn’t need to stay hurting for frugality sake if that’s what he’s worried about. Nox gives them the blankest look imaginable, his surprise briefly overriding his skittishness around Regis, and says that he’s fine. He’s not hurt. Everything’s fine.

-Cor growls, low and dark and warning for the perceived lie, Nox flinches on instinct and Clarus steps in with a stern observation of Nox’s limp before Cor can threaten to smack Nox over the head or something (they love their youngest battle-brother, but he never did quite shake the urge to threaten things that bothered him with violence, even when it’s a discussion about injuries). Nox’s stare deepens, then suddenly there’s a light of realization-

-A paling of dread as he looks away. Nox repeats that he’s not hurt, busies himself gently fussing with Noctis’s hair while the littler boy looks on in confusion over the conversation. Before Cor or anyone else can insist that clearly he is, Nox sighs and tells Noctis to go do his homework with Ignis, promises over Noctis’s whining to make it up to him later with a video game of Noctis’s choice. Regis gets a feeling of deep dread. That Nox would send Noctis away, like he doesn’t want Noctis to hear whatever is said next.

-There in the empty hallway, Nox bluntly tells them that he always limps. Old childhood injury to his lower back, he explains with a shrug, and even though he’s been through therapy, he’s never managed to shake the limp. They have no reason to disbelieve him, and Regis’s mind flits to the scars he’s glimpsed over the months, the pages upon pages of doctors reports from when he was first brought in that mentioned copious scarring on his torso, legs, and yes, lower back.

-Regis apologizes for the misunderstanding and it is Cor, ever nosy and blunt that asks what Regis desperately wants to know. What happened?

-Nox stares at the wall rather than them for a long time. Then he presses a hand in the small of his back and smiles very very thinly.

-”You didn’t think that night was the first time Niflheim has put a Marilith on the road in hopes of killing someone, did you?”

-The silence that follows is horrified. Regis feels cold all the way down to his bones, is picturing, sudden and vivid, his eldest child as a child, bleeding out and terrified on some unknown highway while a Marilith looms over him with the intent of tearing him apart. By the time Regis shakes the horror and the imagery away, Nox has already fled, limping down the hall to go catch up with Noctis. Regis doesn’t have the courage to call him back.

-Putting the other questions under a read more because this length is going to get ridiculous:

-It’s Noctis that spills the beans on the chronic pain. Like- it’s obvious if one thinks about it, about Nox’s limp, and yet, like a lot of things, it’s the obvious things that go unnoticed. Regis has gotten reports from the servants before about Noctis not being in his bed but Nox’s in the morning and is ... a bit worried but lets it slide. It’s understandable that Noctis has nightmares after what happened, and while it hurts that Noctis didn't come to Regis, his older brother has been nothing but gentle and kind to Noctis so far (if overwhelmed and fidgety at times). Regis does, however, still check on Noctis to make sure he’s doing okay. Tracks down his youngest while Nox is elsewhere and asks him if he’s alright, mentions the servants reports.

-Noctis holds himself tight like he’s suddenly cold, shuffles more snugly onto Regis’s lap as he whispers “I don’t know what the nightmares are about. But- but it hurts so bad. I don’t want him to be alone when it hurts so bad.”

-What.

-Gentle questions past the vice in his throat reveal - a great many things. Noctis and Nox are- somehow- either through blood or the shared trauma of That Night, magically resonant. Not an unheard of thing, but between two siblings raised apart for so long, with such an age gap between them is ... extremely rare. Resonance is usually stronger in sleep or in stressful situations, so the fact that Noctis is apparently glimpsing Nox’s dreams is also not unheard of. The fact that Noctis cannot remember anything but the terror and pain of them when he wakes is very, very disturbing.

-Then Noctis whispers into Regis’s jacket that even when Noctis doesn’t have those nightmares, Nox hurts, and Regis’s heart freezes. Noctis fidgets with the gold buttons of Regis’s suit, not looking at his father as he admits that he can feel it sometimes, a tiny phantom ache in his bones from his lower back all the way to the back of his calves. But for Nox, Noctis whispers shyly, for Nox it’s so much stronger, and it’s all the time. “I asked him about it once,” Noctis admits with tears in his eyes, “I asked him to go to the doctors to make him better, and he said they couldn’t help. That he’s been like that for- for so long he doesn’t even really feel it anymore. That all it does is make him tired. But he does hurt. He does. I can feel it sometimes and it makes me want to cry, but he feels it all the time, so much that he can’t- he can’t remember what it’s like to not hurt anymore. He only thinks he doesn’t hurt because he can’t remember what not being hurt feels like.”

-Noctis bursts into tears and Regis holds him close and struggles not to cry as well. Promises himself to investigate this somehow, because he believes Noctis. Believes that his youngest can feel the pain of his eldest, that his eldest is so hurt (the limp the limp why did he not put that together-), has been hurt for so long that he doesn’t know what life is like without it. Regis promises himself to get Nox to go to the doctors, hopeful get some kind of prescription to ease whatever pain Nox is so used to yet drives Noctis to tears with just hints of it.

-And finally:

-Somehow, Regis is both not surprised and also very surprised when Cor comes storming in, tense and angry with reports from the servants that Noctis and Nox were seen leaving Ardyn’s room. And have been several times for the past week. To say that Regis’s mind goes to the worst option in an instant is an understatement. Because while he trusts Nox around Noctis without hesitation, Ardyn is different altogether and if ... something horrible was happening, then Nox might have been trained to see it as normal and not realize that it was wrong to participate and to include Noctis in it.

-Regis is not a fool however. He does not want to start a fight with Nox’s uncle and send Nox fleeing into the hills without proof. So he looks over his options. Option one is to ask Nox and Noctis directly. Option two is to ask Ardyn Izunia. Option three is to plant a camera and microphone in Ardyn’s room.

-Not being a total idiot but also being totally paranoid, Regis does all three (he can feel bad about invading privacy later, but he is king and those are his sons and he must be absolutely certain of their safety). Noctis spins the same narrative about unknown nightmares that, for reasons he can’t explain, need Ardyn’s presence as well as Nox’s to sooth, talks about how Ardyn tells them stories till they fall asleep. Nox is more reticent to talk, but mumbles something along the same lines. Ardyn, upon being asks, just blinks and tilts his head in seeming confusion before retorting that he “does his job as uncle and soothing their bad dreams, what else would he be doing?”.

-Regis wants to believe them, but the thought of practice stories and blackmail haunt him too much not to have the camera and microphone planted. For better or worse it doesn’t take long for it to happen again. Noctis and Nox slip out of their rooms on some unspoken signal, tiptoe down the hall to Ardyn’s suite where Nox lets them in. Regis watches the live footage, having been roused by Cor the moment the hallway cams picked up Noctis and Nox leaving their rooms, and he, Clarus and Cor watch and listen through the low-light camera as Ardyn wordlessly scoots over in his bed to make room for the two boys. As Nox boxes in Noctis between himself, reaches over to lay a hand on his uncle’s side as Ardyn strokes their hair and murmurs gently, “There now, nightmares again? It’s been a bad week hasn’t it.”

-Noctis sounds so frail and frightened it makes Regis’s heart feel like it will tear in two as he asks, ”Tell us more about the Brave Little Duck, please? I don’t- I’m scared. I don’t wanna be scared.”

-They watch as Ardyn sighs gently and shifts so that his back is braced against the headboard, his fingers alternating between Nox’s hair and Noctis’s as he murmurs, “Alright, Noctis. Now, where were we last time? Ah .... I recall. Brave Little Duck had gotten lost with Fakir the Dark Knight as they went searching for their Prince. Now, together the two unlikely allies trekked through the dark until they came to a dead end and a small pool. Little Duck realized that there might be a way out beneath the water, but the only way to check was to take off her pendant and reveal her true form so that she might probably swim...”

-The story goes on for almost an hour, Ardyn weaving a strange, silly story about a magical Duck girl who danced to save a prince in a low, soothing voice until it becomes clear that both Nox and Noctis are fast asleep. Ardyn tilts his head back to rest against the wooden headboard, his silhouette very tired as he still gently strokes their hair.

-Regis, Clarus, and Cor turn off the camera on an unspoken agreement. Have it removed from Ardyn’s quarters while he is out the next day and never speak of it again.

-Sometimes though, Ardyn looks at them and Regis could swear that there is knowing in his gaze. A low, burning sort of anger hidden in his blue eyes that they would even suspect him of laying a hand on his precious nephews.

-But that’s impossible. Ardyn couldn’t have known the camera was there, so Regis refuses to drop his gaze from Ardyn’s, and eventually the tiny thread of anger fades away and the man goes back to chatting with Nox as if the staring contest had never happened.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 83)

"Snoozing Through Sayreville"

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In Sam's room, Luna wastes no time. Popping two bars herself, she hands two to her friend. They've spent many early mornings like this. Coming back to homebase and rounding down from an AllNighter together.

Luna showers first. She feels like hot horse shit. Still catching trails in the bathroom, she washes the grit from last night off of her.

Leaning under the water, she wishes her skin could absorb it's hydration. They've only been on tour for 10 days but Luna's exhausted. Her body physically hurts, her brain feels like mush and she's emotionally wiped out. The constant fighting, traveling, drinking and drug use starting to take it's toll.

Once out of the shower, she tosses on panties, a tank and a hotel robe. Climbing into the queen sized bed, she rolls up a handful of joints as Sam showers.

Curling up together, Luna fires up a joint as Sam finds something for them to watch. Looking at her friend, she asks if She's Okay.

Exhaling out a cloud of smoke, Luna says "Yeah. I just need a hard reset." To Sam's nod of understanding.

Mrs. Doubtfire is own. It's one of their favorite movies. Getting high, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Luna's thankful for Sam's companionship as the two girls snuggle into bed. Quickly falling asleep. Knocking out for the rest of the day.

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Colson does no such thing. Still pissed and now even more confused by Luna, he can't sleep. He's out of coke and doesn't know what to do with himself. Not thinking to grab any Xanax off of his bitchy girlfriend.

With everyone checked into their rooms, Colson heads back to The Bus. Cracking a beer at 9A instead of sleeping, he plays NBA2K19 until he passes out with the controller in his hands.

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Ashleigh finds him around 430P. Waking him up, he's miserable.

"Leave me the fuck alone. Unless it's 7P, don't fucking bother me." He grumbles, walking to the back of The Bus.

Dropping face first into the bed, all he smells is Luna. His dick twitches and heart hurts as he reaches his arm out, over her empty space.

"What the fuck are we doin', Loons..." He thinks, wishing she wasn't so stubborn and him not an Asshole. Wanting her next to him more than anything in this world.

For once his brain refuses to slide down the 16 million different hallways of Hotel Diablo. Falling back asleep as he holds a pillow. Pretending it's smell is Luna.

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Ashleigh knocks on Sam's door next. Knowing its more likely for her than Sam, Luna gets up. Sam snoozing away.

She's groggy and unhappy but isn't nearly as intolerable as Colson. Probably because she believes in sleep. Greeting Ashleigh, Luna yawns, asking What Time Is It.

It's around 5-530P.

Stretching long, Luna motions Ashleigh to sit with her on the couch. Wrapped in a blanket, she lights a joint and asks her What's Up.

"Couple things...." Ashleigh begins. "You okay?" She asks to Luna's nod.

Luna takes a deep hit. Appreciating Ashleigh's concern.

Exhaling, she says "Yeah, I just need a minute to myself.... Sorry you got left with that nonsense last night." Luna apologizes as she hits the joint again.

Ashleigh grins. "You'd be proud of me. I'm pretty sure I got anyone who saw anything to sign a NDA. Even Bleta. I was gonna contact Monica on your behalf but wanted to talk to you first."

There's a lot of things said in that one sentence. It takes Luna's fuzzy mind a second to understand them all.

"OH WOW!! You did that for me?" She grins back at Ashleigh, touched by her actions. "Look at you go, Girl! Thank you!" Luna reaches to hug her friend.

That's when it hits her.

"Wait... What do you mean Bleta?" She asks as her whole facial expression changes.

Not realizing Luna doesn't know who BeBe Rexha is personally, she panics at her words.

"Yeah, Loons. That's who you hit last night..." She says cautiously.

"He had Bleta at the fucking show!?" The Ring of Fire is wild in Luna's eyes.

"No.. No.. No.. SHE told ME, he didn't know she was there until he seen her..." Ashleigh's trying not to make things worse.

Sighing before she hits the joint again. Luna shakes her head with a Whatever. Her and Ashleigh sit quietly for a moment.

"He didn't know, Loons." Ashleigh tries to comfort her.

"I know...." Luna closes her eyes as she exhales another cloud of smoke. "Fuck her. I'll call Mon and let her know what I did. She'll probably want the NDA's..." Luna looks at Ashleigh. "Thank you, Ash. Really. You didn't have to stick your neck out for me like that. It means a lot." Reaching to hug her again.

"It's no problem, Loons. You're family." She hugs her back, pulling away, she laughs. "Besides, I learned it from you."

This makes Luna smile. Hitting the last of the joint, she puts it out.

"Tell me about Diddy and Massachusetts." Luna says, changing the subject.

Ashleigh goes on to explain how it's seeming to be a domestic dispute. Some guy tossed a Moltav cocktail because his Ex was there with someone else.

"Fucking seriously?" Luna asks in disbielf.

Shaking her head, she reaches for another joint. Ashleigh noticing for the first time that Luna smokes just as much as Colson. If not more.

Luna goes on to ask about casualties. Ashleigh replying that about a hundred people received smoke inhalation. In a building with over 4K people in it, That's Amazing, they agree. Luna thinks for a minute as she hits the joint.

"All fans?" She asks to Ashleigh's nod. "You know what I'd do?" Luna exhales again.

"Nope, but I want to!" She replies, making them both laugh.

"Find out exactly who the victims are, collect enough merch and have him sign it. Along with a personalized Get Well note.." Luna says as she continues to hit the joint.

"How are you so fucking business savvy??" Ashleigh asks her in awe.

Smiling, Luna acknowledges how she has a collective village of teachers. From all different ranges and walks of life.

Finishing up, Luna walks Ashleigh to the door. She's gonna see what she can get started on with this merch idea.

"So, we won't see you tonight?" Ashleigh asks her.

"Nah... Probably not. I'm taking the day." Luna says as she hugs Ashleigh before shutting the door.

"Who's Bleta?" Sam groans from under the covers.

"She has so many freaking questions..." Luna thinks, rolling her eyes.

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Colson's still frustrated before the show. Trying not to take his shit out on anyone else, he finds a cinderblock outside. With it resting on his thighs, he does backwards pushes ups off the seat of a chair.

"I can't believe she's not fucking coming..." He thinks to himself, irritated. He misses Luna and wants to stop fighting with her. "I gotta talk to her after the show.... I still wanna know why the Fuck she was with Tommy." He feels the jealousy rise again as he pumps his upper body off the edge of the chair.

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Sam and Luna are sitting on the balcony of her room. Luna smoking a cigarette.

Trying to relax, enjoying the light air as she sketches. It's an interpretation of what she feels from last night.

Sam playing around on her phone. Falling down an internet wormhole as she lights a joint.

Once Ashleigh left, Luna and Sam had sat together talking about her and Colson and getting high. For the first time ever, Luna told someone other than Colson about Tommy. If Sam is going to form an opinion on Colson, Luna wants it to be based on all the facts. Sam was only slightly surprised at the news of Luna's affair. Looking back, certain things making sense to her about Luna at certain times that didn't before. They talked about Bleta and how Luna didn't realize it was her. Sam asking if it made any difference. Looking down, Luna had touched her homemade ring before stating No. She's not worried about any other girls. Especially THAT one.

"Oh Fuck, Loons... You're gonna be pissed...." Sam says handing Luna her phone.

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"MACHINE GUN KELLY AND GIRLFRIEND, THAT BROOKLYN BITCH TO BE WED AT RAPPER'S OHIO FESTIVAL IN AUGUST"

"Musician Machine Gunn Kelly, also known as MGK, is kicking his latest tour off with a bang! Last night in his girlfriend, That Brooklyn Bitch's hometown of NY, MGK surprised his fans after performing their hit single Bad Things together at the PlayStation Theatre. Revealing that he would be marrying the songstress this summer. Some considering this announcement shockingly quick. The couple have only been spotted together since late April. The New York native first appearing on The Dirt star's SnapStories and Instagram during his birthday party in LA. Surprisingly, that doesn't seem to be the biggest bang of the night. One source reporting that, the beef between That Brooklyn Bitch and BeBe Rexha is alive and well. The two Brooklyn residents having come for each other on the charts already, over what is assumed to be their relationships with the heavily tattooed, rapper turned actor. Reportedly, the fued spilled out into a scene BackStage after the concert last night. "It wasn't in BeBe's favor." The source from the performance stating."

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"THIS. Is what I was talking about last night in the cab." Luna sighs. She hands Sam her phone. "I'm going back to bed."

Is almost eight o'clock at night.

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Tonight, they're playing the Starland Ballroom in Sayreville, NJ.

For the most part, Colson can put his shit on the back burner and do his job. That's what he does tonight.

Letting Slim and Sex Drive hype the crowd, Colson stops being Colson, or Kells or even Dad. Becoming Machine Gun Kelly.

"WHAT'S GOOD, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!" He screams walking out on to the stage to his adoring fans.

Starting off with the normal formula of Habits, Breaking News 2 and El Diablo. Colson jumps, dances and kicks around the stage as him and The Band tear through Loco, GTS, and Wild Boy. Skipping Let You Go and Bad Things.

Trap Paris and The Break Up replace them. Followed by I'm Think I'm Okay, Hollywood Whore and Candy. Choosing to keep all the original lyrics.

Rook shines as always during Shout At The Devil. The crowd going wild for him.

They still have another eleven songs left to the set. MGK keeps pushing.

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Luna wakes back up around 930P. Sam's up, diddling around. Missing Colson, Luna asks her if she wants to hit the show.

Grinning, Sam nods Yes.

Looking at the clock, they move fast and get dressed. Sam ordering an uber. Luna throwing on a back, lace crop top, cutoffs, Docs, and a flannel around her waist with blazing red lips.

Grabbing her leather and bag, Luna and Sam are out the door. Luna's golden hair loosley floating behind them as Sam's brunette locks weave along with it.

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As the room cheers and lights explode around them, The Band continues on. See Through My Tears, Rap Devil, Till I Die, Golden God, Alpha Omega, and Lately come next.

With this leg's setlist pretty secure, they round out with Bad Motherfucker, Wake&Bake, Rehab, 27 and Sail.

The Band thinks they're done as Colson stands alone on stage with only his guitar. Everyone quiets as he begins to pick out unknown chords.

"I don't know if you guys'll know this but, I'm... You know what, Fuck it. I just wanna sing this shit right now." He says to the audience. Turning to The Band, he says "Imma do this on my own." To their confused nods.

He starts to play the base melody of a song he's been featured on. It's original tone is poppy with a lot of studio tech. To figure it out raw, OnStage alone, is pretty intimidating.

Colson takes his time. He's in no rush. Feeling like he's got it, he begins. Opening at the end of the chorus by The Vamps, Colson voice is deep and melodic. It carries a hint of vulnerability.

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

He closes his eyes as he thinks of Luna and where he wants to start.

🎶I don't go to church🎶

🎶Cuz your my religion🎶

🎶I'm hung on your words🎶

🎶Given' me something🎶

🎶To believe in🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

The feeling of the song is showcased against only his guitar and demeanour. He mixes and changes the lyrics to fit how he feelings. Voice crawling over the words.

🎶Kitten, I know you don't lie🎶

🎶When you say🎶

🎶That you mine🎶

🎶I can't look in those eyes🎶

🎶Without fallen'🎶

🎶A thousand times🎶

🎶Just wanna hear you testify🎶

🎶Kitten, tell me you don't lie🎶

🎶When you say🎶

🎶That you'll be mine🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

Wishing Luna was where she should be. Sitting next to him. His voice slightly breaking through the chorus.

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

His guitar humming his pain.

Thinking of how hollow his lyrics were when he wrote them, he kicks them out now. Thoughts drifting to their new meaning.

🎶I shut down for you//I go in//I dove in//And drown in you//They should be crowning you//Cuz//You're way to good to be true//Hold up, hold up//Ay//Please don't hesitate//Take me//While there's still something//Left to take//Kitty you're all that I crave//Tell me how many days//Do I have to chase you//Do I have to chase//Before you let me//Let me taste you//Before I can say//All I wanna say//To you//Is//I can't escape//I cannot escape from you🎶

Looking over SideStage, he sees her. Doing a double take. "Holy Fuck, she came." He can't help but feel his eyes begin to sting with tiny tears. That first cosmic boner appearing again.

🎶Kitten...You are way too good to be true🎶

He says as grins at her as they make eye contact.

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

🎶You way too good to be true🎶

Colson finishes serenading Luna to the crowds sweet Awws.

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Colson and Luna head back to the hotel. Holding hands in the uber the whole ride. Grabbing her things from Sam's room, he guides her to theirs. They need to talk.

"Sit with me, please." She directs him, patting the bed.

Sitting next to her, he sighs. Colson knows Luna is about to rip into him. They've been fighting on and off over bullshit for the last few days. She turns to him, lacing her fingers in his. Always choosing her words wisely.

"I went to see Tommy yesterday because I own properties that he's invested in. It's something Monica ran between us for a long time until I seen him a couple weeks ago. Like I told you, he started texting me. I took being in The City as an opportunity to let him know that if things can't go back to strictly business, then there will be NO business...." Luna explains.

Colson's quiet for a moment. He wants to ask what she does for Tommy but Luna's a lot calmer then he had expected. He's pretty sure he knows the answer and doesn't wanna push fighting with her.

"As for Em..." Luna continues, she's hitting everything. "We were friends. And I say were because I'm pretty we're not anymore, which, it is what it is...." Luna looks Colson in his beautiful blue eyes. "I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about YOU.... Why are you still so hellbent that I'm out here doggen' you?" She asks.

Colson lays back on the bed. Sighing, he rubs his face. Luna lays next to him on her back. They stare at the ceiling together.

"I'm sorry about Bleta." He finally speaks. "I swear I didn't know she would be there. I should've told her to leave. I wasn't gonna do anything. I was jealous though and wanted to piss you off." He turns his head to look at her.

"I know...." Luna sighs, running her fingers through his blonde hair.

He rolls over to her, placing his arm around her waist. She can see remorse all over his face.

"I should've never shoved you either. I don't know what I was thinking..." He looks down with shame.

Colson doesn't believe in putting his hands on women. Never wanting to hurt Luna in any way. Especially physically.

"That was some dick shit..." She agrees as he looks up at her.

"I know... I'm fucked up. I just, sometimes I feel like you're gonna figure out that I'm not good enough for you..." He trails off, Luna watching his eyes well.

Luna pushes him onto his back as she climbs on top of him. Random blonde hairs dangling down and brushing his face. She kisses him sweetly on both cheeks.

Looking into his eyes, she reminds him how only his actions can make him lose her. He tells her, that's his biggest fear. Fucking shit up as usual.

"Bunny... We're both two fucked up souls living in a fish bowl... stuck on your counter in LA." She winks to his smirk. "We're always gonna be crazy. We're always gonna be jealous. It's because we're stupid in love with each other. I don't care that we fight. As long as we come back to this." She flicks her fingers between them.

Colson lifts up to run his hands alongside Luna's head, pulling her in for a kiss. His touch is electric. Making a flash of warmth run through her. She kisses him back as her hands roam down his body.

Taking each other's shirts off, Colson flips Luna onto her back. Kissing her all over her neck, she has on no bra. Moving down her chest, to her breasts and nipples, he slides a hand down Luna's shorts. Running his fingers along her bare pussy. Slowly dipping them inside of her to her moans.

"I missed you." He tells her as he sucks on her neck.

"Me too. So much." She agrees as she moves his mouth to hers.

Wiggling out of her shorts. He unbuttons and steps out of his. Gazing down at Luna's naked, tattooed body.

Climbing on top of her, he slowly guides himself inside her pussy. They rarely fuck missionary style. Letting the touch of each other consume them, Luna and Colson are delicate with each other. Another rarity.

"God, you feel so fucking good." He moans.

Taking slow, deep strokes inside of her. Luna's leg is wrapped around his waist, the other around his calf as she lifts her hips. Pulling him deeper into her.

Feeling close, their pace picks up. Kisses sloppier. Moans loader.

Gripping his skin as he kisses her mouth, Colson asks if she's ready. Luna pants out Yes as he places his hand on her throat.

Bucking hard against him, Luna's eyes roll back in her head as Colson slides into Home. Both of them cumming all over the other.

Breathing heavily, Colson lays on her chest, wrapping his himself around her tiny body. Happy to have her back in his bed and in his arms.

"I love you." He tells her, kissing her collarbone. She hums a satisfied Me Too.

Lifting off of her, he asks if Luna's hunger. Realizing she hasn't eaten all day, she responds with a Starving.

They order room service. Burgers, fries, pineapples and champagne.

Sipping on champagne after they've eaten. They snuggle up together. Enjoying the quiet moment away from the tour.

"I'm sorry I'm so fucked up." Colson turns to Luna apologizing again. He spins his finger around the top of his head like a halo. "Hotel Diablo..." He says.

"You should get that tatted on there." Luna laughs, slightly mocking him.

Eyes lighting up, he runs with it. "Yeah?" He asks.

Luna shrugs and asks "Why not?"

Nodding his head, the doors begin to unlock inside Hotel Diablo. Pulling her close for an amused kiss, he calls her a genius.

"An evil one." She laughs, kissing him back.

"Even better!" He beams while tickling her.

They spend the rest of the night in bed together. Getting high as they giggle. Making out as they watch Talladega Nights.

"She really is mine." Colson thinks as Luna lays on his chest. He can see his ring on her finger and feel his lock around her neck touching his skin. A wave of relief washes over him. Never being in love before and always feeling abandoned, Colson holds Luna a little tighter. He knows in his heart that she'd never willingly leave him without a fierce fight.

Colson sweetly makes love to Luna again before they fall asleep tangled in each other. Both relieved to be back with the other. Each hating when they're apart.

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To be continued....

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William Powell and Jean Harlow The Sapphire Ring

Bill Powell, Jean Harlow and a 152-Carat Sapphire Ring:

There was a rivalry in Hollywood to see who had the largest star sapphire. A few stars, Mae West included, were saying that they had 150-carat star sapphires. Carole Lombard may have sold a few sapphires to acquire one of 150 carats.

Christmas 1936, actor William Powell gave Jean Harlow a ring with diamonds alongside a 152 carat star sapphire. It gave Harlow pleasure to know that Powell had given her the largest sapphire in Hollywood. Sapphires went with Jean's blue eyes.

"William Powell just gave Jean Harlow a ring— a big, flashy, perfectly gorgeous ring such as any woman would give her eye-teeth to own. It boasts one 152-carat star sapphire, not to mention a few husky little diamonds. 

Hollywood's biggest star sapphire

"'And that,' said Bill, as he presented it, 'settles once once for all the question of who owns the biggest star sapphire in Hollywood!' (But they still don't admit being engaged!)" -- Picture Play magazine, January 1937

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Was it an engagement ring? Whatever happened to that ring? These are questions that continue to be asked. The only two who could really tell weren't giving direct answers, and they're not here anymore.

Apparently at one point when asked if it was an engagement ring, Harlow replied, "It is as far as I'm concerned!" But I haven't found this quote to confirm. There are things that Powell is supposed to have said about the sapphire but I haven't been able to verify those, either. Having bold and even ostentatious pieces of jewelry was not uncommon.

Harlow wore the sapphire in the film, Personal Property. Some fans said the sapphire looked as big as a golf ball. 

Actor Fred Keating, who was in films with Loretta Young and Joan Crawford made a joke during a bad electrical storm in 1937. "You can't fool me, it's a publicity stunt. Jean Harlow is just flashing that star sapphire that Bill Powell gave her." 

Particularly online we see references to the stone as having smaller carat weights. He gave her other jewelry. Maybe that's part of the confusion.

But the sapphire that's seen in her last films, that's thought to be an engagement ring, the one that she was wearing at the end of her life is that 152 carat sapphire. 

Ravenous reporters bothered them constantly. Much was made by some about her being seen with publisher and book editor, Donald Friede. Were they dating, discussing the book she was writing? Depends on who you talk to, what you read.

She did finish her book, Today is Tonight. It's available, though what we can get today appears to have been rewritten, reworked. How much of her original writing and story is in there we don't know. 

I read that there is an introduction in some editions by Arthur Landau. Friends and coworkers of Harlow's, including William Powell, have disputed much of what Landau has had to say. 

The magazines in the 1930s had several references to her writing the book, that she wanted to be an authoress. Screenwriter Carey Wilson, who's said to have been working with her on the book is listed as being at her funeral.

Louella Parsons wrote a column shortly after Harlow's death explaining that Jean and Bill had still been a couple. She'd written something similar months earlier.

While she was making Personal Property (1937), William Powell sent a bouquet of flowers to the studio every day. 

One day more flowers arrived without a note. Who were those from? Later it turned out they were from a stage hand who 'worshiped her from afar.' They talk about Harlow and Powell spending Sundays with his son.

Magazines, newspapers talk a lot about the ring saying she never takes it off her finger. Showing off her ring on the set, a report says, "Jean is constantly lighting matches to show people the star in the new 152-carat sapphire she is wearing. A gift from William Powell." 

Robert Taylor is showing people a handsome watch that he received as a gift from Barbara Stanwyck. Taylor and Stanwyck, you may know, married in 1939.  The film he did after Personal Property, This is My Affair, co-starred Barbara Stanwyck.

In 1937, when Jean Harlow and Robert Taylor went to Washington, D.C. they were the guests of first lady Eleanor Roosevelt. Some newspaper reporters gushed over the ring, saying the stone was the size of a walnut. 

Both Harlow and Taylor got their share of hugs and kisses while in DC. When she was back in Hollywood she's quoted as saying, when looking at newspaper photos of a senator's kissing her, "Wow, he's really going at it, isn't he??"

This was a different era. For years, it was intimations that they were about to elope and that they were living together.

Was he too old for her, Powell didn't want the interference of Jean's mother....

Still, reporters referred to Powell as her pal, her friend, escort, squire and maybe if they got very bold, he was called her suitor. Once I think I saw him called her sweetheart. 

This was almost a century ago. Much was filtered through the studio PR office. The stars were both protected by and had their personal lives run to some extent by their studios. It's said they didn't marry because Louis B. Mayer didn't want them to marry. 

Other stars have said they didn't marry because studio executives were against the idea. Your willingness to go along with what the studio wanted had everything to do with your livelihood, your reputation, your professional and personal life. Stars could learn that the easy way or the hard way.

We often see articles saying that they were engaged at the time of her death, articles about Powell, including interviews publicizing his later films such as Powell's last film Mr. Roberts. Which co-starred luminaries such as James Cagney, Henry Fonda, the lovely Betsy Palmer and the then newcomer, Jack Lemmon. It doesn't really matter if Powell and Harlow were officially engaged. It's clear that they were committed and in love. The stars continue to fascinate their fans. Books and articles will continue to be written.

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How would the paladins, Matt, and Allura react to having a S/O with questionable actions? Like they're courageous and curious, but sometimes they do things that seems a bit suicidal (as in participating in life-death situations). They assure them that they're not suicidal and are doing it just for the thrill of it (You know, Yolo) because "when will there be a chance like this to do this again?"

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   Shiro:

   hewouldn't be too keen on it, obviously.

   he'snot too big on breaking rules and going against the plan he had set,so whenever you insist on doing just that, he gets a big mad.

   Ithink that's the main thing he feels whenever he sees you beingrebellious – just mad.

  andit's not like you don't have the skill or the knowledge to go throughthe plan safely – you did. you were fully capable of doingeverything he set for you. you just chose to take the more dangerousroute.

   thereare times when you genuinely come so close to death and you hop outof the mess with a smile on your face as you exclaim, “Was that notawesome?”

   andShiro genuinely just looks at you in such bewilderment because howin the hell did I fall in love with somebody so damn rogue?

   butthe answer is simple – you were different, and for some reason, hefound himself liking that.

   don'task him why. he doesn't know either.

   Ican see him going through the plan of action that you and thePaladins are gonna take, and he turns to you with the sternest, mostserious look on his face as he says, “and if you step out of lineonce to go and look at whatever plant is interesting you or whateverit is that is catching your attention, I will hop out the black lionmyself and drag you back to the ship.”

   andyou'll just peck his cheek like, “okay!” before gettingdistracted by a rock and ending up nearly getting blown up.

   Keith:

   whydo I feel like he'd find it impressive?

   ohyeah. maybe because Keith himself is a creature of the roguelifestyle.

   knownamongst the people at the Garrison as 'that one kid who bailed,' heknows a thing or two about not following the rules.

   sowhenever he finds out that you, too, are a drop out of the Garrisonand a person of the rogue lifestyle yourself, he finds himselfgetting quite impressed.

   ofcourse he's still protective over you, and he'd much rather you notthrowyourself into danger, but at least he understands why you do it.

   thatdoesn't mean he doesn't scold you whenever you do it, though. youscold him whenever he does it, so it kind of works both ways.

   buthe just gets so worried whenever you're ship is suddenly disappearinginto a blast of fire and rocks and such, unknown whether you werestill breathing inside the thing.

   youstumble back onto the castle ship with burn marks littering yourarms, but you're grinning and you're telling everyone how you saw awhole other planet whenever you threw yourself into the ball of fire.

   Keithwill genuinely just grab your shoulders and drag you into his room,where he will promptly take off any constricting clothing and dab atyou with antiseptic.

   “youlook stressed, Keith.”

   “pleasedo not talk to me about stress right now.”

   butthen he does it himself, and you're the one dabbing at him withantiseptic and suddenly he realises that you two are quite the oddcouple.

   andhe really wouldn't have it any other way.

   Lance:

  atfirst, he wouldn't really care. he finds it impressive, actually –something he could show off to people.

   “hey,look! my s/o is fearless!” kind of thing, you know?

   henever really saw your life actually in danger before. it was simplethings, like squaring up to the leader of the Galra, or parking yourship a little further away than planned, or going into battle withoutarmour.

   thiskind of thing was quite impressive to him.

  untilyou were suddenly throwing yourself into explosions because well,this is the quickest way to get it done.

  hesees your ship disappear behind the explosion and he's screaming intothe ear piece uncontrollably. he's not even making works – he'sjust screeching.

   andeverybody else is panicking and yelling along with him, and Shiro istrying to calm everybody down.

   butthen suddenly your ship is coming back out of the explosion and yourvoice appears over  the intercoms.

   “ISWEAR TO GOD I SAW CAVEMEN IN THERE! GUYS, COME LOOK!”

   you'llget back on the ship and Lance will immediately run up to you andjust say, “What the fuck?”

   that'sall he has to say. he doesn't know what else could put his emotionsinto words at this moment.

   you'lllook at him all confused, genuinely unsure as to why everybody islooking at you so weirdly.

   andthen Lance will grab your arm and lead you out of the living area,all while going over the rules he had just made up.

   “ohyeah, and nothrowing yourself into explosions.”

   Hunk:

  no.oh no. he does not like this one bit.

   pleasefollow the rules. Hunk is going into cardiac arrest because you'rebeing rebellious and he doesn't deserve this.

   hereally wouldn't find any of it cool. especially since it's you.

  noteven the little things. if you go out into a battle, you better haveyour armour on. if you're flying the ship, you better have your seatbelt on.

   literally,just follow the rules. that's all he asks.

   wheneverhe first noticed you being a little bit on the rebellious side, hewas shocked. he was shocked, and scared and suddenly he was full ofanxiety because he knew what it was like to be friends with someonewho was rebellious as hell and didn't really care about their life.

  KeithKogane, you little shit.

  sowhenever he finds out that you,thelove of his life, is just like that – woo. please someone save him.

   “doI really have to deal with somebody else who can't follow the rules?they're so simple!”

   he'llbe the type of guy to double check everything in your ship is safe,just because he knows that you'll always find some way to break therules and he needs to make sure you can't before he leaves.

   healso tries to persuade Shiro to not let you go on missions, butnobody can deny that you're good, so Shiro always says no to Hunk'srequests.

   you'reconstantly reassuring him that you're okay and that you know whatyou're doing, but Hunk never believes you.

   Pidge:

   “Y/NWHAT THE FUCK GET BACK HERE WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE WE HAD A PLAN!”

   becauseyes – Pidge will freak out and there is no stopping that.

   herusually calm and collected demeanour would be completely out of thewindow in minutes. one glance at your rebellious addition to theplan, and she's losing her head.

   shesees you flying straight towards a Galra ship which is currentlyfiring at you, and she squints just to make sure she's not goingcrazy and that this, in fact, real.

   becausewhy the hell wouldyou even think of doing that?

   butthen she sees that she is seeing correctly, and she just startsyelling. she's hopping out of her seat, suddenly ignoring all of theGalra ships shooting at her and the other Paladins.

   “SOMEBODYGET Y/N. DAMN IT. NO!”

   she'sjust so panicked, and everybody with ears and eyes can tell.

   she'llend up flying through the Galra ships in an attempt to get to you.she no longer cares about the state of her lion after this, and she'scompletely ignoring the blasts the poor thing is taking in thismoment.

   she'llend up hauling your ship out of the explosion on her own, panic andconfusion being the two most prominent emotions within her at themoment.

   onceyou two finally reunite on the castle ship, she is immediatelygrabbing you and checking you for burns or cuts or anything likethat, all the while scolding you like a mother would scold her child.

   “areyou stupid? do you know what you just put me through there? I can'tbelieve you. I thought we got past this p3 stupidity.”

   she'llfinish her scolding off with a firm kiss on the lips, before pullingand frowning.

   “don'tdo it again.”

   Allura:

  shewould also be screaming.

  butit's more out of surprise than anything else. she really didn'texpect you to break formation like that.

   she'ssitting in the castle ship, watching your ship the closest just likeshe always does.

   whensuddenly you're ship starts breaking formation, and she hears yourhowls of excitement through her ear piece and immediately she justknows whatyou're doing.

   youand Allura are both Alteans, and have known each other for a very,very long time. you were put to sleep in the healing pods along withher, meaning 10,000 years have passed – which means you'vebasically been through thick and thin together.

   meaningAllura knows full well how rebellious you can be, but she thought shehad helped you out of that stage.

  apparentlynot, because you're suddenly hurtling yourself towards a burningship.

   shewould start yelling, but she'd also be professional about it. she'dask you what you were doing, but whenever you reply with, “ONLY THEMOST, SWEETIE!” she would start freaking out even more.

   youtwo would meet back on the castle ship, and she'd probably hit you onthe side of the head with a newspaper before collapsing in your arms,simply relieved that you were still alive.

   “you'resuch an idiot. I thought we got through this. risking your life isn'ta good plan!”

   Matt:

   flusteredboi.

   hewouldn't want to tell you off for it, I don't think. like, heobviously doesn't agree with you throwing yourself into every damnexplosion you can, or you leaving the ship in the middle of the nightto go and “explore the galaxy.”

   buthe wouldn't want to tell you off for it, because that makes him feellike he's being too protective over you.

  sohe wouldn't tell you off, but he would try and drop subtle hints thathe doesn't like you being this overrebellious person.

   “so,maybe you should ride with me in my ship today?”

   “maybeyou should stay home and help Allura.”

   “maybeyou could - I dunno – stay beside me for today's mission?”

  youwould dismiss every idea and Matt would never push it too muchbecause they'retheir own person and I need to chill.

   itwould take you genuinely getting injured during one of yourspontaneous rampages for him to finally speak up and say something.

   he'dbe kneeling by your bedside, trying to fight back tears as hebasically begs you to be more careful, and it would break your heartjust enough for you to apologise and promise to never risk your ownlife again.

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(different anon) i think it's less the length of time and more the stage of development that's being pointed out as an issue, like how 18 y/o are already adults and 15 y/o still kids- its like a college student dating a highschool sophmore. and even assuming that they're both liking each other, that still puts them on uneven ground in terms of maturity that can lead to a power imbalance, even if its unintentional

im posting some ask like this cause damn this uncererly expanded and i was ready for bed ; v;; you are all thinking way too much into this…

Anonym schrieb an meru90:i think what they mean is that otabek is 18, which is technically an adult. and so otayuri is kinda iffy because in a relationship between a 15 y/o and a 18 y/o theres a bit of a power imbalance which can lead to an unhealthy relationship.

Anonym schrieb an meru90: (not the same anon but these are the reasons i can think of for people not liking otayuri) i think its more that (at least in the us) 18 is legally the age when one is an adult… and maybe because 3 years isnt a big difference in the long run but during the teen years esp, 3 years means a big gap in like mental and emotional maturity cause puberty

Anonym schrieb an meru90: BUB I DONT GET IT EITHER they just hugging they ain’t doing anything illegal but peeps still get a lil cranky even tho in some countries (I think Russia as well I could be wrong) the age of consent is 15-16. Their ship is honestly just two high schoolers dating which last time I checked is pretty gosh dang normal, unfortunately some folks only see the age gap and automatically assume it’s illegal. ANYWAY IVE BEEN BABBLIN I LOVE YOUR ART AND I HOPE YOU KEEP DRAWING EVERYTHING YOU LOVE peace out✌️

Anonym schrieb an meru90:it’s a big deal because there is a HUGE amount of maturization that goes on from being 15 to 18. yurio has even said it himself, his body has not developed yet. 18 is a legal adult, 15 is not even old enough to drive.

Anonym schrieb an meru90:Throwing my 2 cents, but I find it rather uncomfortable considering that Yurio is literally a child and also very child-like in his behavior, especially compared to the older characters who despite their quirks have an air of maturity about them, so when there’s people shipping him with Otabek & JJ and whoever else in romantic and sexual manners, regardless of whether it’s fiction or not, it’s still a child being sexualised by older people which I find kind of disturbing.

I just don’t ship otayuri (sexually) ATM because while it’s only three years, Obatek is a legal adult and someone around fifteen… Of course once they are both adults you will need to pry the ship out of my cold dead hands. Anyway, that’s my personal opinion, but of course you can have yours

I’m not a passionate shipper of otayuri but honestly I don’t think age is much of a problem. It’s not like once you turn 18 you suddenly become an adult. legally you may be an adult, but that’s just for legal purposes. a 3-year age gap is still a 3-year age gap. It’s reasonably small. outside the fictional world though, its wiser to follow laws. that’s just my opinion!! (And what does the anon who unfollowed you mean by genderbends? i’m confused by that?)

Anonym schrieb an meru90:GIRL ITS FICTIONAL THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH IT not to mention i bet half of these ppl complaining ship kiyoyachi and yakulev guess what they have basically the same age gap so shame on uuu!!! (btw love u and ur art)

I don’t mind a gap difference of 3 years,people are claiming that this is a matter of maturity are quite weird because you’re certainly not mature enough in only 3 years. Anyways, my problem with you is that you think that because you have your opinion people should respect yours. They shouldn’t Socrate died because people thought everyone should have their opinion,nut it’s not necessary a good thing. There is bad opinions ! They aren’t all good

Hey what’s good? I just wanted to say do you, I personally don’t agree with the shippings for similar reason to the anons but at the end of the day it’s just a ship.I’ve seen lots of age diff relationships and life and some have turned out insanely well and others not so well,it all depends on the compatibility of them. I ignore it because it doesnt bother me so much? there’s so much more immoral to worry about than a 15 and an 28 y/o getting into a relationship. Have fun and stay awesome

Anonym schrieb an meru90:I don’t like to add to the pointless discussion but the people who complain about otayuri age difference probably still ship 1st year and 3rd year high school students. Who have the exact same age difference!

Anonym schrieb an meru90:lol die fighten jetzt echt wegen otayuri? sind doch nur irwie 3 jahre unterschied nicht??? so unnötig. Im laughing my ass off here wtfff

Anonym schrieb an meru90:i can’t stand the underage discourse at all, i’ve had to abandon a number of fandoms since the atmosphere was intolerable, bloodhounds ready to destroy and kill you over your personal fictional preferences. jfc let people enjoy whatever they want ugh

Anonym schrieb an meru90:don't listen to that bs >.

Anonym schrieb an meru90:bruh, some people get so offended by the smallest things. Like if you don't like, don't look it's as simple as that! Don't let these people stop you from drawing Otayuri cause honestly the way you draw them is lovely!

Anonym schrieb an meru90:I think people are blowing this a bit out of proportion.. peeps need to chill out

Anonym schrieb an meru90:honestly people are being way to mean to you about what you want to draw if they are ganna talk shit to you then they should come off anonymous. your art is good and you should continue to draw what you want and just block the people who have a problem with it cuz people who are technically 18 still date like 16 year olds and such its called high school it happens

Anonym schrieb an meru90:genderbend isnt transphobic... i dont understand why its so wrong to imagine a character being a opposite gender i think its absolutely ridiculous my own community give hate or talk as if it is. its art. personally i just imagine genderbend in the spectrum of being opposite gender cis wise, or trans, or non binary. its a word and damn people are triggered its so dumb i really cant deal with tumblr and I'm sorry you get bombarded with hate honestly people take things too seriously lmao

Anonym schrieb an meru90:Honestly, just ignore all these people sending rude messages. It's a testament to their character that they'd criticise you for doing nothing wrong. 15 and 18 year-olds date all the time, and there's nothing wrong with shipping characters in a platonic friendship. Both Yurio and Otabek have strong, mature personalities - there's nothing about them that indicates anything bad or abusive would happen. I love your YOI art, so draw whatever makes you happiest, regardless of people with little minds❤

Anonym schrieb an meru90:IT IS NOT LIKE MERU IS DRAWING SMUT OR ANYTHING SEXUAL FOR GODS SAKE PLZ LEAVE MERU ALONE THE AGE DIFDERENCE IS WAY SMALLER THAN THE ONE BETWEEN VITOR AMD YURI AND NOBODY SAYS OTAYURI GET TOGETHER BEFORE YURI IS AN ADULT STFU HONESTLY