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[bittenbyyou]

Stolen Moments

High School!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Best Friend!Reader

genre: fluff

description: You and Peter’s first kiss didn’t go the way you planned.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: references to Spider-Man: Far From Home, Peter not knowing any fairytales/Disney princesses and being a lovable dork

a/n: Another snippet based on real life events of how my bf and i got together lol. Enjoy the fluff and please feel free to let me know if you liked it!

One thing you loved most about your best friend was his inability to remember classic fairy tales. No matter how many times you summarized them, Peter would find a way to botch it every single time. Even going so far as to invent alternative story lines, which never failed to crack you up. You would tease him endlessly for it, but then he’d grill you for having never watched Star Wars or any of the Harry Potter movies. That’s what we’d call balance in your friendship.

“Fairy tale pop quiz!” Peter groaned dramatically as he plopped down on his couch, phone in hand with your big grinning face on FaceTime. 

“Not fairy tales… anything but those. They’re my weakness,” he whined. You laid on your side in bed, giggling.

“The great Peter Parker who’s in band, robotics, and the decathlon can’t recall a few simple fairy tales?”

“Well, I actually quit those,” he shared, ruffling the back of his hair with a sheepish grin. Your face fell, eyes wide and concerned. 

“Wait, when? Why?”

It’s not like Peter could tell you he was Spider-Man even though he really, really wanted to. The less you knew, the better. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything happened to you.

“I’m really busy.”

“Stark Internship?”

His eyes lit up when you gave him a reason. “Right, yes!” 

Thank god for your incredible memory. “Makes sense. It’s been a while since we’ve even FaceTimed each other. You’re usually so busy at night.”

He saw the way your lips pouted as your crestfallen eyes looked away from the camera, making his chest feel tight. “I miss you too.”

Your gaze flickered back up to meet his own. Peter gulped, wondering if he sounded too emotional. Too affectionate. Too… obvious.

“Touché, Parker,” you said, rolling onto your back. “Okay, no more stalling. Tell me… which fairy tale princess ate the poison apple?”

Peter shut his eyes tight, thinking carefully. You both went to LegoLand one time and there was a display case that had the poison apple. You had asked him the same question then, pointing at the apple excitedly.

“Before we’re old would be nice,” you teased. Peter lifted up his index finger and shushed you. 

“Hold on, I got it,” His eyes fluttered open after remembering there was a small sign next to the poison apple display. “Little Mermaid.”

“Why would The Little Mermaid eat a poisonous apple?!” You bursted out into laughter at his confidence. “Dude, you said the same thing back when we went to LegoLand. The sign was in the wrong spot.”

“Darn it,” he muttered with a snap of his fingers. 

“I’ll give you a hint. Weather.”

“... Tornadoes?”

“What princess has “tornado” in her name?!” you exclaimed, trying your best not to wheeze. Peter couldn’t help but join in the laughter, knowing he was making a fool of himself. 

“You snorted,” he said in a taunting voice. “Gross.”

“Shut up, you love it.”

It’s true. He loved your laugh. Mostly because you always laughed with your whole body and sometimes would keel over. Even in public. In fact, you were probably about to fall off your bed right this second because your face suddenly became blurry and shaky. 

“Did you almost fall?” 

You successfully caught yourself and your phone before it fell on your face. “No,” you readjusted your position and cleared your throat, “Try again. It’s cold weather.”

“It can’t be Frozen… I think I’d remember that. You’ve never said anything about an apple in Mulan the many times you’ve told me her story…” You nodded many times, appreciating the fact he remembered your love for Mulan. You saw how his brows furrowed in concentration, loving how serious he was taking this. “Snow White.”

“Good j—”

“Oh!” he shouted all of a sudden, almost giving you a heart attack. “She’s the one with the seven smurfs, right?!”

Oh Peter Parker….  You’re the cutest human alive, you thought. 

Another wave of laughter overcame you, which intensified tenfold once you saw the big dumb smile on Peter’s face. The boy really thought he got it right.

“No… honey, they’re dwarfs,” you said once the laughter subsided.

“... Same thing,” he said, followed by a shrug. “I knew that.”

“Oh, we’re in for a long night. How about Jack and the Beanstalk?” That one should be easy.

“Ooh! Um… wait, I got it, quit laughing, I haven't even started,” he said, chuckling at how you placed a hand on your mouth to refrain from laughing more. “A guy sells a dog or cow or sheep for beans that grow into a big bean stalk and climbs up there and I think there’s a giant in the clouds? I don’t know.”

“I like how you completely disregarded the part where he was persuaded to sell his animal for magical beans, but okay. Pretty good.” You gave him a wink, which he returned. 

“Told you I’m good at this.”

“Uh huh. Last one.”

Peter gave you a nod. “Go for it.”

“Cinderella.”

“Easy. She’s the one with long hair, with the glass shoes that’s supposed to be a perfect fit but somehow falls off and I think the guy uses her hair to find her and climb the castle before midnight when some magic wears off…”

You didn’t have enough energy to laugh and risk your abs becoming a liability, so you opted for parting your lips open slightly, shocked at how someone could be so, so wrong. 

“I think there’s some sisters or step sisters in it too!” he added, giving himself a pat on the back. “Nailed it.”

“Quite the opposite,” you said, shaking your head. “I love your dumbass sometimes.”

He knew you were using the word as a term of endearment, so it made him smile. He loved you too. So much. 

“What’s occupying all that headspace of yours these days that you can never remember the stories?” you teased. 

You are… and Spider-Man, Peter thought to himself. 

"Oh you know, there's an ongoing battle between my inner monologue and my stomach's incessant cravings for Aunt May's chocolate chip cookies. Spoiler alert: the cookies usually win."

“Oh my gosh, her cookies are the best.”

“Right?”

You both laid on your sides, a comforting silence blanketing the two of you for a few seconds. 

“So um…” you started to say, a twinge of nervousness in your voice. “Because your knowledge on Cinderella is so—”

“Awesome?”

“Awful,” you corrected, smiling at his lame joke. “I was wondering if you wanted to go see the school play this Friday. They’re performing Cinderella.”

Peter sat up from his couch. “You mean, you and me, g-going together?”

“Yeah. MJ didn’t want to go because seeing a damsel in distress who solely relies on a man saving her kills her vibe.” Peter chuckled at that. “Are you and Ned doing anything?”

“No.”

“Oh good,” You paused. “You can invite him to come too!”

Oh. 

Peter hid his disappointment by placing his phone down on the couch for a split second, gathering his thoughts. Why was he assuming that this was a date? Of course you’d ask Ned to come too. He was so silly.

“Peter?” you said. “Peter~, are you still there?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m here.” He picked up the phone and gave you a thumbs up. “I’ll go. And I’ll ask Ned about it.”

“Cool. See ya then. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Peter was so nervous. Which he knew was ridiculous because this was not a date, yet he spent hours picking out an outfit. What does one even wear to a school play anyway? In the end, he slipped on a white button-up with some jeans and headed to the school. 

He saw you standing by the front doors, wearing a pretty blouse and shorts. Simple but cute nonetheless. You always looked pretty to him. 

“Hey! Sorry I’m late,” Peter said while running up the steps to get to you. “Were you waiting long?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. The play starts in five minutes, so you made it on time.”

“Good. Good…” Now that he was up close, Peter noticed how you styled your hair differently from what you usually did. “Did you do something to your hair?”

“Yeah… is it weird?”

Peter shook his head rapidly. “No, you look good.”

“Just good?”

“Great. Spectacular. Fantastic,” he said with exploding hand motions.

You giggled. “Okay Mr. Thesaurus. Where’s Ned?”

“Ned told me he didn’t want to go.” Which Peter was secretly thankful for, but he’d never let you know that.

“Okay. Then it’ll just be us two. Let’s go.”

The two of you walked to the front doors and you didn’t miss how Peter practically ran in front of you just to open it first. You thanked him and then made your way to the school’s auditorium. Peter always suggested sitting in the back, claiming it had the best view but in reality, it’d be the easiest for him to slip away if duty called.

You did notice his backpack, finding it slightly odd he brought it to school after hours. However, you didn’t think too much of it because Peter always carried a backpack. It was handy when the two of you hung out at the mall and snuck in snacks into the movie theater or when you accidentally bought too much stuff at Target after claiming you only needed one thing.

“I bet Betty is going to look so beautiful. She’s Cinderella,” you said as you sat down on Peter’s left side. 

You’re beautiful. 

“Really? And Ned’s not the prince? I wonder how he feels about that.”

“Oh, they broke up,” you informed him. “I found out yesterday.”

“What? Dang, we could’ve had a double date,” he joked, testing the waters with you. You playfully smacked his arm. 

“In your dreams.”

The lights soon dimmed, letting you and Peter know the play was about to begin. Honestly, the play was far more entertaining than expected because it turned out to be a parody of Cinderella, much to your horror. Peter was relishing at how upset you were, whispering to him every few minutes on how the story “wasn’t accurate.” Honestly, it was super adorable seeing you so worked up.

You leaned close to Peter’s ear, causing his breath to hitch. “This is so ridiculous. It’s supposed to be a pumpkin carriage, not pumpkin pie.”

“... There’s supposed to be a carriage?” he whispered back. 

“See, this play is tainting your mind.”

“But you can’t tell me you’re not enjoying it.”

“It is pretty funny,” you admitted, noticing his arm on your shared armrest. You were about to place your hand on top of his when Nick Fury’s stern voice echoed loudly in his ear.

“Parker. Are you in position?”

“No,” Peter said loud enough for you to hear. You immediately retracted your hand and Peter realized what you were about to do. 

“No…?” you said softly. The look of hurt in your eyes made Peter panic.

“And why the hell not?” Nick Fury interrogated. Peter slapped his ear/earpiece to shut it up. 

“I-I didn’t mean that. Um… I need to go to the restroom.”

“You okay?”

“I’m…” His mind raced for an excuse. “I’m feeling sick, um, I ate dairy and you know I’m lactose intolerant and all that.” He got out of his seat awkwardly, your eyes never leaving him. It pained him to see you so worried. “Oof, I’m feeling it now. Gonna be a while.”

He held onto his stomach to make for a convincing act. 

“Okay. Feel better.”

He apologized to you and then ran out of the auditorium.

“Parker, you better be on your way,” Fury’s voice warned.

“I’m coming,” Peter huffed, looking at the backside of your head one last time before disappearing. 

Peter finished his mission by the time the play had already ended. He saw you were sitting at the front of the school on the steps, so he had to go through the back and exit as if he had come from the restrooms. 

“Whoo~! That was painful,” Peter said as he approached you, hand on his stomach and backpack on his back. He let out a sharp exhale and watched your expressions to see if you were buying it. “I really shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream… I’m sorry. I left you all alone.”

“It’s okay. Betty says hi by the way.”

“Oh. Hi.” He held his hand up and waved at you as if you were Betty. That earned a chuckle from you. “I really am sorry. What did I miss?”

He took the seat next to you on the steps. “Well, it’s safe to say you’ll never learn the real story of Cinderella. Or at least the Disney version.”

“Was it that bad?”

“The worst.” 

He nudged his shoulder against yours, flashing you a warm smile. “Are you mad at me?”

“A little. I waited outside the restrooms for you, but you took so long.”

“... It really hurt my bowels. The battle was rough.”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh. You know what, I’ll forgive you if you can answer one thing. What’s something pretty much all the Disney princesses have in common?”

Peter pouted his lips in confusion, searching his brain for a possible answer. “They’re… girls?”

“No… they all get kissed by the end of the movie.”

“O-Oh… Oh. Oh~,” he shot you a perplexed look. “Have you… ever been kissed?”

You nodded. “Yeah. By my ex-boyfriend.” Ah, right. Peter was not fond of him at all. “What about you?”

“Me? No…” he looked down at the cement. “Not yet.”

“Didn’t you and Liz date? You guys didn’t kiss?”

He shook his head. “No. And I’d probably messed it up anyway.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Well in the movies and stuff it’s always perfectly well executed.”

You scooted a bit closer to him so that your knees would touch. “That’s only in movies. Most people’s first kiss is awkward.”

“Was yours?”

“Yeah. But I’d like to think I’m way better at it now.”

That made Peter’s eyes widen, but he still kept his gaze glued to the ground. “I-Is that so?”

“I mean… Do you want to find out?”

He finally lifted his head up to look at you. You reached your hand over, caressing the side of his face and he leaned into your touch right away. Was this a dream? Because his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Having his first kiss was one thing but having it with you? That’s all he ever wanted. 

“There’s no such thing as a perfectly executed first kiss. But I’d like to try to give you one if you want,” you said softly. 

“Y-Yeah… that’d be nice.” 

You smiled and leaned in closer, but Peter got too eager and pecked you on the lips first. He couldn’t help it. He’s been wanting to kiss you since forever. So yeah, it was sloppy and unplanned with zero technique. He honestly almost missed. You stared at him, too stunned to speak for a moment before your face twisted into frustration. 

“Peter!”

“What?”

“That's not how it was supposed to be! I was going to kiss you soft and sweet and slow and it was supposed to be romantic. You ruined it!”

“I’m pretty happy with it,” he said nervously. The look you gave him screamed murder. 

“Ugh. Well, that’s all you get. Your first kiss. Rushed and terrible.”

“I can live with that.”

You blushed for the first time that night and Peter had to stop himself from doing a backflip out of joy. 

[madfantasy]

Dear blogging

Wish you peace, always. Considering all, it been extra rough. My guardians were sick, and my fragile of a stability was about to break— but it okay now, and the pendulum of consciousness returned swaying in my head.

Somehow in the middle of everything, I was starting to feel okay and accept that this is the best it can get for this non verbal Mani. I honestly I stopped living as if there was tomorrow maybe the majority of 2023, zero drive or hopefulness, and lately started to accept that there's no denying that I'm not made to survive this life, and dropped all pretence that I'm able, set a 5 years counter. Because if mere looking at people's faces distress me so much that I blank out &/or go mute, since childhood, no amount of me forcing myself to watch videos/ pictures over and over can fix that. That's simply how I'm made and I know that now, and in a way it's bringing me peace.

Because I thought I'm bratting when I wore my headphones to cancel out noise that were literally going to drive me insane, or when I couldn't respond to messages knowing that I can articulate deeply in writing but ignoring all the endless times when I simply couldn't, and have forced myself to eat many things that set me days in nausea and abdominal pain while I only enjoy liquids more and get high off of fruits, I love them so much half my OCs are named after some.. and drew.. drew even before I spoke because it was my only outlit to express because how much I'm told I'm like a robot, I'm so expressionless and non reactive and disgustingly literal, even when they actively beat me black Nd blue to stop drawing, I couldn't.. where do you free those emotions when U can, i needed emotion displays and heartfelt trimmers, thrilling or killing, I needed to do them as if my life depended on it, and I haven't realised it back then, but my life was dependent on them, even when I had 'no talent ' , as I have always been told.

(commissioned by precious Julia ♥️🖤)

And besides drawing my needs, I actually, physically, started to feel better when I didn't do what my body said it literally can't do, all my life:

-Walked away from my guardians arguments, my chest stabbing pains became less frequent.

Stopped "practicing" my voice &/or facial expressions, I talk for 2 minutes, immediately my whole face muscles hurt, voice is cracking and gone, I don't feel like my eyebrows hurt as much. I'm okay being the monotone no expresso train c:

-stopped eating what I "don't like" (I mean it's not like I have much choice, but stopped feeling guilty over refusing it cuz food be tight) Nd now I can actually drink more water, and my tummy aches are on lower levels now

-i stopped dealing with Discord, or group chats in general cuz I don't expect accommodation over things I can't deal with. Stopped stressing over doing engaging material that no body seems to care about, cuz I'm not a good judge of demand, or stressing over either I should be thanking everyone who spams me with likes or not, (while I appreciate it to the moon) 90% of the time they don't respond Nd Im forced to think like I've done something wrong. I'm now at more ease with posting — (literally I have to fight the urges to delete my socials daily) just with interacting with who addresses me (I lov U guys sm) and I've been more relaxed from it.

I returned to "speaking in riddles" cuz if I don't use the words my brain spews no matter how weird they R, a tire will pop somewhere on the other side of an AU- idk lo'

-i rock, hum and laugh OUT my maniacal laugh, hard and strong, continued loving and talking to my plushies as I used to do, the easiest thing I could do to feel calmer again. As everyone should do

.. I stopped saying the word sorry. It's a naughty Mani era.

Accepting these facts and many, even with having no will to live had me saner than I ever been, at least I hope so.

I just know that I have a few to be grateful of: that I'm still here somehow, even with my dwindling income, Nd my internet not worth costing 120$± I'm always grateful for the sudden one or two commissions that keeps me here and buys me coffee and pumpkins seeds..

I still struggle horrindously with sleep. But I'm grateful at least I'm at pure ease playing games. Games been my go to media for knowing basically all based on books they were made about, like Severus and Tintin, I still play their ps1 games! Tho I got stuck on this game & their sleep has given me so much ease lo

I'm at my happy place rn, heh.

Bonus panel: ye they R hungry for that SHI- lo 🙈

And an honorary appearance of my OC with Tintin hehe

Stay safe, don't feed the overconsumption machine, don't give up on your heartstrings's stringers, don't worry— there are people who think and feel like you always between the crowds, and I'm thankful that I share the same timeline with you♥️🖤

Sweet dreams 🌃 19.2.2024

[supernaturalgirl20]

Thank you for your request. I went with Marcus Moreno I haven’t wrote enough for him. Hope you enjoy this short little fic 😊🥰

What the heart wants!

Pairings: Marcus Moreno x villain!mutant!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, fluff, reader being a little naughty, forbidden relationship.

Comments and reblogs are really appreciated 🥰

Marcus knew it was wrong, that the feel of your warm skin on his shouldn’t ignite a fire within him, but it did and he couldn’t deny his feelings anymore.

He savoured the stolen moments with you between the fighting, let his hands roam the expanse of your supple skin as you writhe beneath him. Each lick and nip of your skin eliciting those sweet sounds from you that had him craving more. Your time together was on the rougher side, you loved the feel of him pounding you into the bedsheets, but he’d nearly lost you today and that made him want to feel every touch, every shiver, so he took it slow.

“What’s gotten into you baby?”

“Nearly lost you, I couldn’t…..couldn’t live without you.”

His lips touch yours in a sweet kiss as he continues to move in and out of you. Your body shudders as your orgasm crashes over you, the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him sends him spiralling.

“I lov…”

“Don’t say it.”

“Why not? It’s true I do…”

You gently place your hand on his face before leaning in and kissing him passionately.

“You know this can never be anything more Marcus.”

“I know! Doesn’t make it any less true.” He dresses quickly although he’s reluctant to leave, but Missy would notice if he didn’t come home.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Winking at him, “you know it.”

Marcus huffed out a breath as he was sent flying into a building, the brick falling away as he made impact. He stands on shaky feet looking around at his fellow heroics, all fighting their own battles until his eyes land on you.

“Is that all you got? I thought you were the great miracle guy, pathetic.”

Your eyes start to glow as the flames emanate from your skin. Shooting a fireball at miracle you catch his cape setting it ablaze. You laugh menacingly before turning to Marcus and shooting one at his feet.

“Hey!”

“Come on have some fun Moreno.” You continue to laugh as you fire balls of flames at the heroics, until Marcus leaps at you pining you to the ground.

“What are you doing Y/N?”

“Having some fun, wanna join in?”

He looks at you with a stern face before taking a quick glance around, making sure no eyes are on you. With everyone’s attention otherwise occupied he takes the opportunity to kiss you passionately.

“Can’t get enough of me can you Moreno?”

“You’re poison baby, but I love you and I’ll never be able to get enough.”

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[kurlyfrasier]

Terrified: Part 4

Raph x Reader

Synopsis: Raph saves you from ruffians one night in an alley after watching out for you for weeks without you knowing. Which leads you to getting to know the guys and becoming part of the family. But Raph keeps a distance and you don’t understand why. 

Word Count: 1708

Warnings: None

I woke up later than intended- much later, as in waking in the afternoon later- red-eyed and weary from the tears shed the night before. I had decided, once I had calmed down enough to think beyond losing the boys- most especially Raph- that tonight would be my last movie night. At least, for a while. I also planned on telling them they need not walk me home after work. Granted, I had no idea how I planned on convincing them that they weren’t needed. 

Maybe I could tell them I’m moving? Getting a new job?

I sighed, looking into the mirror. If tonight was going to be my last night seeing Ra- them, then I would make the most of it. I decided I would look my best, without looking desperate...hopefully. Sadly, this meant I did not get to start my new book since l only had about an hour until Mikey would be here to pick me up. Yet another reason to stop burdening the boys. Regretting the fact that I wouldn’t get to wear pajamas like I usually do on movie nights, I trudged to my closet.

A little over an hour later Mikey found me in the middle of brushing just a tad bit of make-up on; to cover up my red-rimmed eyes. 

“Whoa angelcakes,” he drawled once I stepped out of the bathroom, eyeing my long, fitted sweater dress- because it gets cold in the lair- and warm leggings with comfortable Chuck Taylors. 

See? Not desperate. Comfy.

“Raph is gonna lov-” He stopped himself short when I gave him a quizzical look. “I mean, you look hot, dudette. Got any plans tonight?” he wiggled, what one would call, his eyebrows, erupting a giggle out of me. 

“Only to hang out with my besties, that’s all,” I shrugged, grabbing my phone, hoping he wouldn’t comment about my not-so-usual outfit once we got to the lair. I really did not want it made more obvious than it already is.

“Sounds like the best plan, but are you sure you don’t wanna bring pj’s for after?”

“I’m sure, Mikey,” I smiled reassuringly up at him as he plucked me up out of the window and onto the roof. “These are just as comfortable as pajamas, promise.”

“Okay then, let’s go,” he helped me onto his shell. “Can’t wait to beat you in a new racing game I got,” he hopped from roof to roof, holding me tight. I couldn’t help but compare his smaller, bulky size to Raph. I don’t think I would have been able to hold on to his shell quite as well.

“You’re on, man. But don’t come crying to me when you lose.”

He barked out a laugh and we stayed silent until we got to the man-hole cover.

“Hey, angelcakes,” Mikey started sheepishly when we got to the bottom of the ladder, scratching the back of his neck. “I wanted to ask…”

“Yeah?” I gave him an encouraging smile.

“Did somethin’ spook you last night?” He blurted out.

“No,” I furrowed my brows, confused about where this is coming from. Unless…

“Raph said you were running for your life after you got off the subway. I just wanted to make sure everything is okay.”

“Oh,” I tried thinking of an excuse, averting my gaze. “I just didn’t want to be a burden, is all.”

Not a complete lie.

“A burden?” He looked shocked as I turned toward their home and started walking that way, hoping to hide my despondency. “You’re not a burden, angelcakes! Besides, before that night in the alley, Raph was already-”

I stopped in my tracks as Mikey sauntered ahead.

“I mean, we like making sure you're okay. We don’t want a repeat of that night we first met,” he continued rambling, but I wasn’t listening. I wanted to know what he was gonna say about Raph. After a few steps he realized I wasn’t next to him anymore. “Come on, Y/n. Don’t want ya to get lost.”

I nodded, unwilling to ask my question as we continued our trek to the lair. I took a deep, calming breath to brace myself before entering the living room area where I knew Splinter, the wonderful father that he is, would be prepping for homemade pizza. Donnie had made an old brick oven not long ago and built it directly underneath a grate above that they only opened when baking pizza so the smoke would have an escape. I found it ingenious because now they could have pizza whenever they wanted. Which was always. A small smile formed at the thought.

Not five steps in and Raph blocked my path, arms crossed as he assessed me for injuries. I stared straight into his chest, unable to meet his all-seeing gaze. He would know something was wrong the moment we made eye contact, he always did.

“Bro, she’s fiiiine,” Mikey sang, lightly punching Raph’s shoulder as he walked by. “I would never let anything happen to her. She is my precious sister, after all.”

Raph ignored him, grunting in approval with a curt nod before walking away. Allowing me to breathe again, not realizing I had held my breath in the first place.

~~~~~~~~~~

Raph was anxious to see you. He had been attempting to work it off all day, to no avail. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw you, standing in front of him, looking small, keeping your thoughts to yourself. 

He growled in frustration, clenching his hands into fists. If only he knew what had you so utterly shattered last night.

He needed to see you.

He needed to know you were safe.

Raph breathed out a sigh of relief when he heard you and Mikey coming, but stopped short when he saw what you were wearing. Vaguely, he wondered where you had come from to be looking so good. That red sweater stuck to your form as if it was painted on. It may have covered almost every inch of skin from your thighs up, but it hardly left room for the imagination. Thos leggings did the same.

Where were your baggy pj’s?

Robotically, he blocked your path to determine if you had been hurt. Really though, it was all a ruse. He just wanted to have a good look at you. He crossed his arms over his chest to keep himself from holding you close. The fact that you wouldn’t meet his gaze had his blood running cold. You always at least gave him a tentative glance and a smile. Next to him, Mikey said something about you being his precious sister, but all he could think was that you were his precious everything. He didn’t even feel his brother’s light punch as he walked by.

He grunted as if saying “that’ll do” and walked away, wishing he knew what was wrong. Wishing he could make it all better.

“I’m gonna go help Donnie with something before we play, okay Mikey?” You spoke barely above a whisper before heading to Donnie’s lab. 

The moment you were out of sight he rounded on Mikey. “So wha’ didya find out?” he growled in in his face.

“Nothin’, bro!” Mikey held his hands up in surrender, backing away. “She said something like not wanting to be a burden. I don’t know. She was kinda quiet though. I barely got her to smile.”

“But nothin’ ‘bout wha’ scared her?” he asked low, peeking around to make sure you hadn’t decided to come back.

“Nadda. Just said she didn’t wanna be a burden. I told her she’s not. That we like takin’ her home, but,” he paused when he noticed Raph shaking, stiff as a board. “Uh-oh…”

Raph stomped away toward Donnie’s lab, barely able to comprehend what Mikey was telling him. 

You? A burden?

Never.

He planned on shaking you to your senses until he heard what you were saying to Donnie.

“...gonna take some self-defense classes so you guys don’t have to walk me home anymore. What do you think?”

Raph leaned against the wall, going to a whole new level of low with eavesdropping. He decided it was worth it if he could figure out what was wrong.

“We could teach you,” Donnie offered offhandedly. “Besides, we like taking you home. We can actually have a conversation as we protect you.”

“Nah, you guys are busy as it is,” you paused. “Plus, I don’t want to bother you guys even more.”

“What are you talking about, Y/n?” Something clattered, a sign that you have Donnie’s full attention. “You’re no bother. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened,” you sighed before continuing quietly. “I just- I might be getting another job-”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that, right?” Donnie chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Is this about last night? I heard you were running from something.”

“Ugh! I wanted to get home faster! That’s all,” you fumed, stomping a foot, demanding why the boys kept asking you about last night.

“We’re worried, Y/n,” Donnie stated calmly. “You spend a lot of time with us. That could make you a target. Especially if anyone figures out how much you mean to Ra- uh… us.”

“Fine,” you seethed. “I’ll stop hanging out with you guys, then. That way nobody will have to worry about my safety.”

Donnie’s call for you fell on deaf ears as Raph snuck into the darkened room across from the lab, your steps echoed down the hall. He sunk low in the shadows and held his head close to his knees, eyes shut tight in a sad attempt to keep the tears from flowing freely. He couldn’t breathe. His heart felt as though it were being shattered into a million pieces.

You were leaving? The thought ricocheted through his brain.

What had happened to bring this about? Everything was fine until last night.

Maybe someone got to you already? The thought had his blood boiling. Allowed him to breathe. He had a purpose; to find out what happened in the ten minutes you were on the subway. He was determined to keep you close. Keep you safe. No matter the cost. Even if he had to lock you in his room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 5

[moonlit-melodies]

A Day At The Fair (Original Story)

Written: June 23, 2020 / Posted: December 9, 2020

Warnings: None / Word Count: 2,515 words

Tia hadn’t been to the state fair in years. Not because her parents didn’t let her, but because she just wasn’t interested in going. It’s always seemed too loud, too noisy, too filled with children and germs. But the week before, her friends were begging her to join them for just one day.

Her mom smiled at her as she dropped her off on the side of the road, just outside of the fair. She could see her friends sitting and chatting next to the greenery hanging from the walls of the fair.

“Have fun, Fatia,” her mom said, kissing her forehead before she hopped out of the car. After waving goodbye to her mother, Tia walked over to where her friends sat, talking about their previous DnD campaign. Olivia looked up at her, smiled and waved.

“Tia!”

The others looked up and ran to hug Tia, as if they hadn’t just seen each other at school the day before.

“Do we all have money for tickets?” Valerie, the eldest of the group, asked, standing from where she was sitting. Lydia, Valerie’s nearly identical twin sister, had cash for the both of them. Tia tapped her purse, and Liv nodded.

Tia had first met Lydia and Valerie in fifth grade, when they and a few other kids were part of their school’s first all-girls Robotics team. Two years later, Olivia came to their school. The four of them bonded over their shared love of musicals, Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter. Now, they’re a nerdy group of friends who sing Newsies during lunch or recess, and Les Miserables during field trips.

The four of them all walked to the entrance, chattering about their homework assignments and games. They passed through security, Tia opening her purse to the guard anxiously before he waved her past to join her friends.

She grabbed a map from the booth as they walked past, and opened it. She always adored staring at maps, from game treasure maps to museum maps. It seemed that fair maps were no different. She was the one in her household with the best sense of direction. “One of the good things I got from Dad,” she used to say.

“Where do we want to go first?” Tia asked. Lydia peered at the map over her shoulder.

“We should go to the game alley,” Liv suggested.

“We should go to the rides,” Lydia said, much louder, her finger jabbing at a spot on the map. “The Tornado is five tickets per ride, and I have enough for ten tickets for myself.”

They all agreed to ride The Tornado first. Tia led the group through the fair, marching through crowds of children waving balloon swords and college-aged people wielding corn dogs and cotton candy. The smell of fried fair food, combined with the bright colors of food stands and bright lights was almost disorienting, making her feel slightly nauseated.

They each purchased five tickets each from a ticket booth, so that they each had just enough for cookies from Sweet Martha’s Cookie Jar, and headed for The Tornado.

The ride took them soaring through the sky like birds. Tia couldn’t remember the last time she felt so much joy from a fair ride. That morning, she had been running through all of the bad things that could happen at the fair, but she has not yet experienced anything negative here. If anything, she felt like there was nowhere more fun than this place, this ride, with her friends.

After the ride finished, Tia dusted off her skirt and took out the map, still somewhat dizzy from the ride. The four friends decided to walk through the game alley, which was less than a minute away, despite the fact that they knew all of the games were rigged.

“Woah, look at that Enderman doll.” Tia pointed at the game stall that had dozens of Minecraft Endermen hanging from the ceiling. The sign stated that five wins on the game were required for the doll, and Tia frowned. How disappointing. It would take a miracle to win those rigged games. She knew that. Her eyes moved onto the next stall, and her eyes bugged out even wider. “And that stuffed cat!”

Tia hadn’t thought that coming to the fair would renew her love for stuffed animals. When she’d lived at her dad’s house, she’d collected at least two dozen stuffed animals, from hand-sized cats to a head-sized Totoro. After she’d left to live with her mom at age twelve, she’d left almost all of them there, and her collection was reduced to a single stuffed cheetah. Back then, she’d come to terms with the fact that she’d never get to rebuild that collection. But now that she was here, she felt a strong need to hold a stuffed animal.

Valerie giggled at Tia’s oohs and aahs as they passed through the game alley. "You know those things are scams, right?"

"I do know! We talked about them in math class two weeks ago," Tia said, pouting, but she felt just the tiniest bit blushy as Valerie poked at her.

Tia was the youngest--and shortest--of the group, and was considered the baby of the group. In all honesty, she didn't mind being babied. She was usually the one in charge, what with being the captain of the Robotics team, so being babies by her friends gave her a break from being the oldest and in charge.

The group stopped to talk about what they wanted to do with the rest of their time at the fair. They discussed spending some time at the animal farms (Tia insisted on visiting the horses, despite being allergic to them), and later on getting cookies from Sweet Martha’s.

Tia could see a bit farther down the game alley that there was a booth decorated with hundreds of variously-sized stuffed dogs hanging by their tails, far enough that Tia could barely see the balloon dart board. A sign against the wall read in all capital letters, 'POP FIVE BALLOONS TO WIN! ONE WIN FOR A SMALL DOG! THREE FOR A MEDIUM DOG! FIVE FOR A LARGE DOG!' Tia felt as if the sign was yelling at her, taunting her, telling her that she won’t get a dog.

“Look at how  big that dog is,” Tia murmured.

“What if two of us pretended they were dating and tried to trick the employee into giving us one?” Lov said, poking Tia’s shoulder. 

Lydia laughed. “You could try the ‘Oh babe, I don’t have enough to do the game’ thing, and if that doesn’t work, bribe him with this twenty,” Lydia said, taking out a twenty from her wallet.

“We should try,” Liv said. “Even if it doesn’t work. It’d be fun. Who wants to be the girlfriends?” Liv asked. “Not me.”

“I think I can,” Tia suggested nervously, shifting her weight between her feet. “After all, I’m the one who wanted the dog in the first place.”

“Alright, makes sense. Lydia? Valerie? Who’s the other girlfriend?” Liv asked.

“I vote Val,” Lydia said, raising her hand. “She’s the better theater kid, anyway.”

“Why not? You’re a theater kid, too,” Olivia said with a frown.

“Yeah, but I’m tech. Lights and sound and set, not acting.”

“Alright. I could probably play a better lesbian, what with actually being a lesbian,” Valerie said, looping her arm through Tia’s, making her cheeks heat up just a bit.

“So how do we do this?” Tia asked, trying to imagine the scenario. “Do I ask Val to win me a stuffed dog, and then she tells me she doesn't have enough to win me the dog? And then we ask the employee to give us one, and if  needed, we bribe him with the twenty?”

“Exactly.” Valerie said. As she straightened her shirt, she laughed. “We do make a cute couple, though, don’t we?” she asked, looking down at their outfits. Valerie was dressed in dark, torn jeans and a black shirt beneath a red flannel--despite the hot weather--paired with black lace-up boots, while Tia wore a flowy, pastel-pink skirt, a frilly white blouse, and her fluffy hair was held back with a soft pink headband. They looked a bit like every stereotypical goth-girl/soft-pastel-princess instagram or tumblr lesbian couple. You know the ones. One half of the couple looks like they never completely got out of their My Chemical Romance based emo phase, while the other dresses in the colors of cotton candy and looks about as intimidating as a marshmallow. That was Valerie and Tia.

"Alright," Liv said. "We probably shouldn't meet up back here after. We’re too close, and it'll be too suspicious if you go back the way you came."

"Let's meet back at The Tornado, then," Tia suggested. The rest of the group agreed.

“C’mon, honey,” Valerie said, her hand sliding down to clasp Tia’s, taking her by surprise. She usually didn’t mind holding hands with her friends, including Lydia and Liv, but for some reason, this made her feel like butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach.

Valerie led her closer to the booth, and Tia followed behind, recollecting her thoughts. As they neared the stall, Tia grew nervous. She clung to Valerie’s arm tighter, and she didn’t know if it was for the act, or if it was out of fear. Tia was known in the friend group for the worst poker face--which is why she chose to be an IB Visual Arts student instead of an IB Theater student like Lydia and Valerie--but hopefully Valerie, best poker face and theater gay, would make up for everything Tia lacked.

The employee, a thirty-five or forty-five year old man blowing up balloons for the dart board, didn’t look like he would fall for their act. He turned in their direction, and Tia turned to Valerie, putting on her best puppy dog eyes.

“Babe, can you pretty please win me that doggy?” Tia asked, pointing at one of the bigger dogs hanging from the roof of the game stall. She almost laughed at herself, wondering if she was overdoing it. She could see Liv and Lydia snickering out of the corner of her eye, just out of sight from the vendor.

“Sweetness, you know I would, but I suck at these fair games and I only have twenty dollars on me, and we want fair snacks later," Valerie said, squeezing Tia's hand and putting the other on her shoulder, speaking loudly enough for the vendor to hear but not so loud that it was obvious.

"But ba-abe," Tia whined, shaking her head so that her fluffy hair flew up. "It's so cute! Look at his little face. His nose is so cute!" She gestured to the giant stuffed dog again.

Valerie smiled, and Tia could tell she was trying to contain her laughter. What happened to Poker Faced Val? "I'll see what I can do, sweetheart," Val said, and Tia couldn't help but blush. Hopefully that had helped with their performance.

Valerie let go of Tia's hand and stepped closer to the booth. Tia observed, twirling her hips innocently and clutching her purse as Valerie addressed the vendor, who had been watching them fondly.

"Sir, do you suppose I'd be able to have that dog for my girlfriend?" Tia heard Valerie say, and she couldn't help but smile at that last word. The vendor smiled, but shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but you'd have to win this dart game five times," the vendor said. "You could win three times for a medium, and once for a small one."

Valerie sighed, and Tia leaned forward to listen more. "Sir, I don't have enough money or skill to win the dart game five times. I haven't been able to get my girlfriend anything yet at the fair, and I really really want this for her."

Tia tried hard not to laugh. Valerie was doing so very well. She smiled softly to disguise her amusement with adoration for her 'girlfriend' Valerie.

"Tia, baby."

She focused her attention back to the situation. Valerie was beckoning her to come over, and she skipped over quickly. Immediately, she slid her hand into Valerie's, and smiled up innocently at the booth's vendor.

"Hello," she said.

"Hello," the vendor said, a pleasant smile on his face.

"Sir," Valerie continued. "I do have twenty dollars on me. I'll buy the dog from you." She took the twenty dollars out of her pocket.

"Please sir?" Tia asked. The vender sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, ladies, but I can't."

"How about for the medium-sized ones, sir?" Tia asked. The vendor shook his head again. "Small ones? Please?" Tia asked, staring into the eyes of one of the smaller dogs' eyes. It could fit in her hand.

"I'm sorry, ladies," he said.

"How much do you make, sir, as a vendor?" Valerie asked politely.

"I make eleven dollars per hour."

"You could have these twenty dollars, twice your hourly pay, in exchange for one tiny dog they won't even notice," Valerie said.

"I'm okay, thank you." His tone of voice had remained the same the whole time since they'd arrived. He was polite and calm, despite Valerie’s pushing.

"Sir, what is your name?" Valerie asked.

"Jared."

"Jared," Valerie said. "I have a proposal. I could give you this twenty dollar bill, and I could put in a good word for you, in exchange for a small dog."

"I can't do that, ladies," Jared the booth vendor said.

Tia sighed. This guy seemed awfully dedicated to his eleven-dollars-per-hour fair job, which was just over two dollars over minimum wage, and there seemed no point in trying more.

Valerie took a deep breath, and it seemed that, unlike Tia, she wasn't ready to give up just yet. "Sir, you, among many others, are underpaid in this capitalistic society." Jared chuckled. "These dogs are worth maybe--"

"Babe!" Tia said, tugging at Valerie's arm. "It's okay, I don't need the doggy." In addition to feeling as though nothing would break him, Tia was worried that maybe Jared had caught on, and she hated confrontation. She turned to the vendor. "Thank you for your time, sir."

She dragged Valerie away, bowing her head to appear sad and clinging onto her arm until they were definitely out of sight. The fake couple met up with Liv and Lydia by The Tornado, and they all started laughing.

"You two were quite a convincing couple," Liv remarked. "Shame he didn't give you a dog, though."

"Yeah. They were cute."

"You don’t have to hold hands anymore," Lydia pointed out.

Tia looked down and quickly removed her hand from Valerie’s. To be honest, she didn't even remember that she was holding her hand. She couldn't help but smile.

"Let's try again next year, yeah?" Valerie suggested, elbowing Tia gently. "Maybe then you'll have a better poker face. And we might be able to be a lot cuter."

“Alright, nerds, let’s go to Sweet Martha’s. I’m really craving some cookies,” Liv said. “Tia, lead the way!”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 240: PLIFF

Previously on BnHA: Shigaraki “Thanos” Tomura gleefully reduced an entire city to dust while laughing maniacally. You know, villain things. He almost turned Re-Destro to dust as well, but Re-Destro got around that by chopping off his own legs. Like it was no big. I still haven’t quite managed to process that yet. Anyway, so everyone was real impressed by Tomura at this point, because how could you not be, and to sum things up, Re-Destro basically accepted him as his lord and savior and handed the Meta Liberation Army over to him. So now Shigaraki Tomura, noted crazy person and heir to All for One’s empire, who has just upgraded his quirk so as to be able to destroy basically anything within an unknown range without even having to touch the thing directly, and who has also pledged to destroy the entire world, has an army. And he also has Gigantomachia, who was watching him all hearts-in-eyes while he did his thing. So all in all this has been a very productive arc for the League of Villains. And meanwhile, the League of Everyone Else may want to think about changing their name to “League of People About To Be Incredibly Fucking Screwed.”

Today on BnHA: The League of Villains, in what is clearly the best rebranding move since New Coke, renames itself the “Paranormal Liberation Front”, a.k.a. PLF, a.k.a. PLIFF because that’s what it instantly became in my head and you can’t stop me. Among PLIFF’s Finest is newly initiated member Hawks, whose mystery bag is finally confirmed to have contained exactly what we all thought it was going to contain. I don’t even want to talk about that. I’m still in denial. But also weirdly thrilled. I’m terrible. Anyway, so Hawks is all “:) we’re fucked,” agreeing with the consensus the general fandom has come to over the past week, and palling around with his new best friend Dabi as he frantically tries to come up with some kind of plan. Maybe the heroes can try rebranding themselves as “the Supernatural Emancipation Cavalry.” That wouldn’t really solve anything, but it’d be funny to watch the villains come to realize they’re being mocked. Sorry but y’all brought this on yourselves.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)  

so I received an ask from a very kind anon warning me to be careful of spoilers for this chapter. thank you, anon! rest assured that I have been very cautious, and am pleased to inform everyone that I’m diving in spoiler-free this week. so bring on your Kacchan hero names, your Best Jeanist heads, your new Deku quirks, and whatever other twists you want to toss my way, manga. but especially that first one. this arc has been fantastic, but now that it’s wrapping up, I miss my kids and I would like to check in with them soon. they grow up so fast and time is precious

so apparently the title for this chapter is “Power”, which could mean lots of things, but I imagine it’s not something that bodes well for our heroes. honestly does anything bode well for them at this point. they’re not having much luck on the boding front

oh cool, a time jump! so this is apparently now one week after “the deadly battle.” wow, way to sum everything up in the blandest terms possible while still being accurate. like, yeah, that is what it was, but somehow it doesn’t quite communicate the full magnitude of what actually went down, you know?

anyway so the town basically looks like it got hit by a fucking meteor

new crack theory that a time-traveling Shigaraki Tomura is what actually killed the dinosaurs

wow would you fucking look at this

I guess this is the BnHA version of “an unfortunate training exercise”

also I like how they didn’t think it would be believable that one sleepy boi could cause all of this destruction, so they amped it up to twenty fucking guys instead. sob. why did they even bother giving Tomura an army. he is an army

lol the bullshit continues

“reporting to you live from Deika City, an innocent and wholesome country town in no way affiliated with an extreme right-wing quirk supremacist movement, where citizens recently found themselves victims of an entirely unprovoked attack by no fewer than twenty, and definitely more than six, villains. the brave citizens proceeded to fight them off, and definitely killed them all and didn’t surrender to them and elect their leader as their new god. also the president of Detnerat just happened to be there. just coincidentally. he definitely was not the one who instigated the entire thing. when asked for comment, Mr. Yotsubashi responded, quote, ‘nonsense, I’m no hero. would you call a man a hero just because he fought off an army of villains alone and selflessly sacrificed his own legs to ensure that justice prevailed? would you call that heroic? poppycosh. that’s just the kind of man I am. I wouldn’t call myself brave. ‘humble,’ maybe. ‘handsome’, perhaps. but a hero? no. I’m just an everyday, all-around good type of person, that’s all.’ so there you have it. truly a courageous figure. a gallant example of truly stellar fortitude and virtue. we need more Yotsubashi Rikiyas in these trying times. back to you, Jeff”

anyway, so the media in BnHA. fairly gullible, huh?

so now the report is concluding with a statement that the investigation is still ongoing. uh huh. damn they really got away scot-free with all this, huh

and we’re cutting to a close-up of sushi! oh my god. Compress have your dreams finally come true at last

yesssss oh my god. I’m so happy for him

(ETA: on my second read-through I paid attention to try to see whether or not Compress had finally gotten a new robot arm, but it’s impossible to tell. he’s only using his right hand here, and later on when he goes on stage with the rest of them he’s wearing his usual trenchcoat and gloves. I’m just gonna assume he finally got the upgrade he wanted, though. nice to see you so content, Mister I-Ran-Around-A-Lot.)

excuse me, what, Dabi? he didn’t even do anything?? as opposed to you, who basically just set yourself on fire and glared at Frogurt for half a dozen chapters?? don’t hurt yourself climbing back down from that high horse you punk

lol what

I don’t even have to scroll down to the rest of this page to immediately know this is some bullshit. she’s not dead. out of everyone in the League she’s probably third most important after Tomura and Mr. You-Didn’t-Even-Do-Anything above. her quirk is too plot-critical for her to actually be dead. you’re not gonna kill off the ONLY GIRL IN THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS, either. Horikoshi who do you even think you’re fooling

ah, yep

Togaaaaaaaaa omg. I’d hug you but you’d stab me. but I’m so happy to see you my precious baby girl

and it actually makes sense for Twice to be mourning the clone, though, and I’m glad they showed it. because he of all people understands that the clone is the person to at least some degree. like, it’s nice that he doesn’t just view them as disposable and he respects them. he’s so nice omfg

anyway so it looks like he’s back to being crazy though

oh well, it was nice while it lasted. at least he doesn’t appear traumatized anymore. and he has a boyfriend now too. where is Giran anyway

now fucking Skeptic is walking in like he’s on the set of a fucking sitcom

[canned audience laughter]

nice touch on the following page with Hanabata starting to refer to Re-Destro as “The Supreme...” before catching himself and amending it to just “Re-Destro”

oh wow

damn, LoV, y’all went from poverty straight to the .01%. talk about an upgrade

oh my god there’s a secret passage

oh my god it leads to a secret basement

trying not to think about the last time we were in a secret villain basement. this isn’t like that. relax. that arc is over now. deep breaths

holy shit

this is like the fucking Mines of Moria. complete with a Balrog. jesus christ

omg look who got himself a BRAND NEW SUIT AND TIE ENSEMBLE oh shiiit

is that a fucking fur-lined coat. Shigaraki Tomura has officially upgraded to KHR Villain status. what a little shit. I adore you, you son of a bitch

and I thought he destroyed all the hands?? come on dude, I know it’s like your signature look, but I was hoping we were going in a different direction from here on out. ah well

wow, Horikoshi

just once. just once I would like this man to leave a plothole unaddressed for more than one page. god I love this manga

anyway so they’re fully lampshading the fact that this one hand somehow miraculously survived, and they’re all “I guess it’s his trademark, huh?” yep, that’s right. his lewk. now be quiet, you two. which of us is doing the recap here

so now RD is up on stage showing off the weirdest fucking wheelchair I’ve ever seen, and singing Tomura’s praises

it’s remarkable how quickly his ego adapted to his brand new role as head of Tomura’s PR. he almost seems to be enjoying this more than when he was the leader

oh shit??

A NEW NAME?? oh my god. edge of my seat. can’t wait. take it away boys

LOOOOOOOL what

sob this makes it sound like they do ghost investigations. is there a League of Villains Buzzfeed Unsolved AU. this is what happens when you put the otaku in charge of the name

just. why paranormal. they thought it sounded cool?? and am I really supposed to type out PLF and not pronounce it like “pliff” in my head moving forward?? yeah, that’s not happening. you guys are now PLIFF. congratulations

thank god they’ve still got Tomura to lend legitimacy to this whole ridiculous operation. god, there’s something I never thought I’d say. Tomura why are you now the part of the League -- excuse me, PLIFF -- that I actually take the most seriously. god

y’all heard the man. whatever we want. this is happening. just remember kid, you gave me permission

holy shit you guys is that motherfucking Carvel!?!? I was staring at the panel all “WHO IS THIS” and wondering if they’d somehow brought Kizuki back to life, oh my god. I’m fucking dying send help. he looks like Galaxy Express 999. my brain is short-circuiting

anyway so everyone is all HOORAY WE LOVE THIS and they’re all cheering

HOMBGLKDF

DSLFKSHDLGK HEY BOY, HOW ARE YOU LIKING BEING A MEMBER OF THIS NEW HERE VILLAIN CULT. WHERE’S THE FUCKING BAG, HAWKS

SDFKSJDLFKSDLKFH A FLASHBACK AHHHHHH

I CAN’T TURN THE PAGE OH GOD NO SOMEBODY ELSE DO IT

OH MOTHERFUCKING SHIT

my jaw just. fucking. -- -----------

okay Hawks. fucking explain. how did you do it. is it a fake?? surely it’s not the real deal?? oh god, the memes have now become terribly real. I have no choice but to embrace this with even more stupid jokes and memes as a coping mechanism or I’m gonna lose it

but for real, they didn’t seriously do my boy Jeanist like that. Paramount Optimal Jeanist did not survive a point-blank attack from motherfucking All For One just to get shanked by Hawks so that he could get good with PLIFF, only to be, and I quote, “too late...!”

(ETA: and on readthrough #2, Dabi does indeed bring up the fact that this might not actually be Jeanist’s corpse. “setting aside the issue of whether he is who you say he is...” so even he acknowledges that shenanigans could be afoot.

but he seems convinced it’s a real body at the very least. though did it never occur to you that he could have just picked it up from the morgue, dude? that’s gonna be my go-to theory for now at any rate.)

is now a good time for me to bring up something I’ve been wondering about for a while, which is how Bakugou is going to take this? yes, Bakugou. “okay makeste, I know he’s your favorite and I know you miss him, but what kind of mental cartwheels are you doing in order to make this situation with Hawks and PLIFF somehow relate to Bakugou Katsuki, whom we last saw twenty fucking chapters ago, and who has absolutely nothing to do with this?”

well I’m glad you asked, and you see, it’s because (a) the internship, and (b) because we already know Katsuki blames himself for at least one hero’s downfall as a result of what happened in Kamino, and I could easily see him having a similar response to Best Jeanist’s injury and subsequent disappearance. like, we already know this shit is all over the news. and Bakugou knows Jeanist personally. and so now what with him being missing, I can’t help but wonder if he’ll blame himself again for being the reason Jeanist was there at Kamino, and lost a lung, and so forth

and I realize this tangent is coming sort of out of left field, but seeing as this arc is finally wrapping up, and we can expect to cut back to the U.A. kids again soon, I just figured I’d bring it up now, because we’ll see if I’m right or not shortly

anyway. so let’s get back on topic. best dead Jeanist. oh god

but it seems like it did, at least, finally convince Dabi of Hawks’s sincere villainous intentions. so we have that one minor win, I guess. congratulations Hawks, now you know about the secret villain basement and their new rebranding. was it worth it you bastard

oh shit. actually, maybe it was. because now he understands just how incredibly screwed they are sob

so he doesn’t know for sure about the Noumu yet. so Tomura still has that little ace up his sleeve. fucking great

but him knowing about the Detnerat thing is big, though. so now the heroes know not to trust any of their equipment, or any of their lackeys like fucking Slidin’ Go. that’s something, at least

and you gotta love the whole “equal to, if not greater than” bit, sob. never in my life have I ever seen something so egregiously understated. “Shigaraki might be more powerful than the heroes at this point” yeah, you think!? god

holy shit Re-Destro calm the fuck down

Tomura’s telling him to get lost, and he’s immediately making himself scarce lol. good riddance

and Tomura is now kneeling dramatically and pounding his fist on the floor. okay

hey

I take offense, sir. “League of Villains” had a timeless air about it. and more importantly, you couldn’t abbreviate it to the sound that someone makes when they plop down tiredly onto a couch

oh shit!!!!

THIS LAST PAGE HAD BETTER BE A TERRIFYING PANEL OF THE HIGH END NOUMUS, OMG. I’M HOLDING MY BREATH

GODDAMMIT IT’S JUST ANOTHER SEXY CLOSEUP OF TOMURA’S FACE

I mean, can you actually call it that at this point? can you actually “grant” something to someone if they already have more of it than they know what to do with?

but I mean, we know what he really means though, so fair enough

oh ffs now he’s saying “but first there’s something I’d like you to do for me” oh my god enough with these side quests!

he wants him to transport something, apparently. ARE YOU HATCHING SOME NEW SCHEME oh gosh

oh my god and meanwhile Hotwings is becoming canon right before our eyes holy shit

of course!! he’s fucking thrilled!! everything is just!! so great!! right now!! :)!!!!!

oh my god Hawks

“Endeavor, and everyone” I see what you did there kid

(ETA: and as far as I recall, Endeavor doesn’t even know about his undercover mission yet. I wonder how he’s going to react when he finds out. your adopted son is now best friends with your presumed-dead son! and in mortal danger omg.)

wow. wow. and that’s the end of the chapter. fucking shit

so! lots to process! Hawks really did it! the absolute madman!! and Dabi fucking loves him now, which is great, if you like things that inevitably end in tragedy. then that’s great for you. but otherwise I guess it’s not so great

so I wonder if our next arc will be the Undercover Hawks Antics arc, or if we’ll be getting back to Deku and the gang. I’m guessing the latter because it’s been a while, but it’s definitely exciting to see this particular plotline finally advancing and becoming more intricate

so basically I have no idea what to expect next week. which is amazing. I’m so fucking excited. now if Horikoshi could just leave us all a little pity disclaimer clarifying that no Jeanists were actually harmed in the making of this chapter and that it was all CGI or some shit, that would be great :/

[plotbunny-bundle]

BNHA 262: why nomu are a testament to heroes failure and why I like Miruko and other small essays

 This is a great chapter! It had everything! Nomu info! A badass gorgeous woman! A messy fight with consequences! A Potential plot twist I didn’t see coming! I’m so excited!

I’m overexcited so this is going to be like a 3 meta ramble with my usual nitpicking.

Read the chapter here

First off MIRUKO! I love her! She is So badass. She is so cool. She’s also an asshole and a little blood thirsty. But I like assholes. And I love when women get to be tough and nasty. Though I question why she’s fighting with her hair loose and I hate her costume. I normally hate bunny girl character. Hori got how vicious and territorial rabbits can. Female rabbits are Mean. I had one that bit people and made a little kid bleed once. 

The fight is great. Despite the playgirl costume Miruko isn’t show in many sexy poses. she gets rough and bloody. She gets beat up! And she keeps fighting. She loses a hand! (Can she get a less sexy costume now that she’s missing a half a limb?) Heroes have some fucked up pain tolerance.  Miruko does not look pretty while she fights. She looks Scary. I’m so happy with that. Miruko ripped a nomu’s head OFF! Holy fuck. She is So badass. She takes on 5 nomu. While #6 hero can’t get a hit on one. Miruko for #1 hero!

I couldn’t get a good grip on what the Nomus’ quirks are. The fight was chaos and many of the were using one mainly.  I wish the armored Nomu hadn’t died. That guy was cool and pretty smart. Can we talk about how they use

d a warp to cut off a limb? That’s fucking cool and smart. Can Kurogiri do that? Miruko’s last line is about dying. She pretty much said she doesn’t care if she dies and she lives each day like it’s her last. I have to check the official translation but that can’t be a good sign and it doesn’t sound healthy. Miruko has 3 nomu to go and she’s bleeding and lost a limb. Let’s see if she can make it. I hope she lives.

And we get to know how Nomu are made! I’ve been dying to learn! It seems they’re made of dead criminals through lengthy surgeries. Another thing I want to check the official translations on. At least no living person was made into a nomu while conscious. 

I’m a little concerned about how the heroes are treating nomu. They call them zombies and mindless corpses but nomu aren’t mindless. The heroes can hear them talking to them and each other yet they still call them mindless. We’ve seen them act without orders. A not even high end tried to save Ujiko. Kurogiri is known to have thoughts, preferences, connections. Yet the heroes act “since you’re already dead I can kill you.”  I don’t like it. Just because these things are made of the dead doesn’t mean they aren’t alive. Nomu are clearly alive now. Some of them think and feel.  Miruko didn’t hesitate when she took that nomu’s head off. I know I said it was cool (it was) but Miurko is the 3rd hero shown to kill. 3 of the top 5 heroes are capable of murder. That’s unsettling.

Anyways the ways Nomu are made and who they are made from is fucking me up.  The fact that Ujiko says he made them from Villains. Dead villains. This super fucked up when you think about it. It means heroes failed badly. There are hundreds of Nomu. That hundreds of people who were killed or who’s bodies were stolen to be made into monsters. Hundreds of people heroes didn’t save because they were labeled villains. 

This means All Might’s era of peace is a lie. Crime didn’t decrease because of his greatness. Villains just turned on each other. Crime decreased because villains were dying. Can you imagine how scary that would be? People or bodies are going missing.  You can’t call the police for help. They’ll arrest you. No one is looking for them. No one cares about villains. If you try to band together heroes will come after you. It reminds me of Twice words “Heroes only save good people”. Is that line from experiences? What was the underworld like during the “era of peace”? What did the older villains like Twice, Giran, Magne and maybe Dabi (who knows what he was up to) survive? No wonder Shigaraki hates how happy people are and how safe they act. He’s been watching people suffer and knew bodies were being ripped apart to make monsters. I might be going too far but man this is fucked up. 

You can say “villains deserve it” and some people will but I say No one deserves that. No deserves to have their bodies cut up and turned into brainwashed creatures that are put down like robots by heroes.

and then we get to the end of the chapter. The heroes are attacking the PLF and Skeptic can’t find Twice. Is Twice there? There is supposed to be a meeting but a Lt. is missing!  DId the League Ditch the MLA?! 

I’m laughing at the idea! I love it! They could have done the same shit they did to Overhaul! Twice could have played not just Hawks but the MLA! They didn’t let what they did Giran lay! 

These bastards may have left the MLA to fight the heroes alone. The heroes are going to beat up Civilians! Who film everything! None of these people are wearing costumes! Without the LOV what can the heroes arreast them for? Fighting back? They can’t call them the League’s accomplice without proof! The heroes are gonna look so bad! I love it!

[lunaofthevalley]

Guilt, an overbearing feeling

Ben! Roger Taylor x Reader.

Plot: part 3 to the over series, Deacy goes to visit the Reader and they have a heart to heart, and a long awaited phone call finally happens.

Warnings: you guys are safe this time, lil tiny bit of angst.

Note: sorry it took so long to update but the holidays had me crazy. But everything is better now. This one is a little bit shorter but next chapter is going to be emotional, just a heads up!

John Deacon was a man who always, or at least half the time, had a plan. And his plan this time led him to standing outside Y/N's door, a bouquet of her favorite flowers in hand and a box of her favorite pastries in the other.

He was smart enough to know that none of these things would get her to automatically forgive him, but he sure hoped they would work as a peace offering.

It had been a few weeks since everything had happened. The boys had decided to give her some space to gather herself, only finding out things about her through Mary, who was the only person Y/N still accepted to see.

He took a deep sigh, composing himself before ringing the doorbell, only having to wait a couple of minutes before the door was opened, revealing a worse for wear Y/N.

John remembered how Freddie had described her the last time he had seen her, but nothing could prepare John for this. He was sure she was skinnier, her face looked hollow, her eyes empty. It was a sad sight. A sad sight that made evident the hurt she had been feeling.

"John?" She exclaimed in surprise, "What....what are you doing here?"

John gave her a soft smile, "Hi Y/N....I was hoping we could talk."

Y/N didn't reply, only nodded her head and moved aside to let him in. John hadn't been to her flat in so long, but it was as tidy and shiny as it had been last, a stark contrast to how Y/N looked.

She led him to the kitchen and gestured for him to sit down at the small table. He gladly complied, sitting down patiently while she went to prepare tea and set the flowers in a vase with water.

"It's good to see you. Been wondering how you were for the past few weeks."

Y/N gave him a small smile, "I'm sure you know how I've been. I'm pretty confident Mary's been giving you lot updates on me, just like she has been giving me updates of you."

"You ask about us?"

"Not really, but she still tells me," she replied, "but can you blame me for not wanting to hear about you."

He shook his head, "Not really. We all messed up on that one."

She hummed in agreement, "Some more than others."

"Some more than others..."

She had come to the table now, two cups of chamomile tea in hand, and the pastries he had brought now sat on a platter."

"I'm thankful you boys have given me space....it's really allowed me to think, to go over everything," she started, "I sort of understand why you didn't tell me now, wouldn't of have helped really, and although it's something that should have been told, I understand maybe telling it through the phone might have not been the greatest idea, and well you didn't see me before everything went down, so there really hadn't been time."

John took everything in, "So, does this mean you're not mad at us anymore?"

"Don't get me wrong Deacy, I'm still mad at you three, well not mad but dissapointed. You could have done something about it, yet you didn't. You could have stopped him. I understand Roger is old enough to make his own choices, but it would have been nice to know you attempted to do something about it."

"That's understandable. Roger is an adult, but he sometimes does need a voice of reason. But you must know we truly are sorry, we never meant to hurt you."

"I know Deacy, Mary's told me how sorry you three are. I forgive you, I do, but you must understand I won't trust you the same way I used to...at least not right now."

"I completely understand Y/N, truly."

"Thank you Deacy."

They sat in comfortable silence after that, for a while at least, sipping at their now cooled tea and taking small bites from their chosen pastries.

It was John who broke the silence. "Has he been to see you?"

She shook her head, "No...he called and called for the first week, but I would never answer, couldn't find it in myself to do so. My neighbor told me he came around twice, but both times I wasn't home. He went to look for me at work, but the security man wouldn't let him pass unless he had an appointment. Thank god we're on vacation, don't know how I would react if he went to search for me at school."

John had forgotten she was still in school. He had forgotten the complete fact that she was younger than Roger. She was only 23 while he was 25.

"He's not doing good. Gets worse everyday. Can't even play the drums right anymore. He's more like a robot when we're in the studio. Freddie's about had it."

Y/N sighed. "I don't know what you want me to do Deacy."

"You don't have to do anything. We've already told him he should talk to you, apologize and explain why he did it," he paused, "it's the first time he's ever done it, you know. I'm not trying to excuse his behavior or anything, but I thought you should know. He truly loves you and yes he screwed it up, but it was never his intention to hurt you. That's the last thing he would want."

Y/N only nodded.

"I know you don't want to see him, but I think you should. I feel it would be good for you both. He could finally tell you all he's been feeling and you could finally find out the whole story."

"I don't think I'm ready for it though."

"I know you're not, and I'm not telling you to do it right this second, but the longer you drag it out, the worse it will get. That's only going to bring more harm to you both. No argument was ever solved by silence."

She could only stare at Deacy, frown evident on her face, her gaze almost stone cold, "I always hated the fact that you could so easily convince me of something, wether it be for good or for bad." She whispered, "And I also hate that you're right about this."

Deacy laughed, "Well, I couldn't live with my self knowing how much pain you were going through."

"What would I do without you John Deacon..."

"Don't think about that right now, don't want you getting more upset with the mere thought of how terrible and miserable you're life would be without me."

_________________________

Roger's home phone would always ring, wether it be Freddie to tell him some ridiculously thing, as was typical Freddie fashion, or be it either Brian or John to make sure he hadn't killed himself yet, or his sometimes over caring mum who checked in on him, amongst other callers, Roger's line was always busy.

But he didn't expect her voice to come through when he picked it up that afternoon. It had been so long since he heard it, and he never thought the word 'hey' could have such an effect on himself like it did in that moment.

"Hey" he heard her say softly.

Roger was stunned for a moment, "Y/N?"

"Hi Roger."

He took a moment to compose himself before replying, "Uh...hey..hi..how are you?"

He heard her take a deep breath through the phone, "I've been better. You?"

"I've seen better days as well, but all's good Love." He hadn't meant to say it, but it just slipped out, like it tended to happen when they had conversation's. "To what do I owe the call?"

"I think you know why I'm calling Rog," she sighed, "It's been weeks, I think it's time we talk."

"Yeah...I think it's time we talked as well," he replied, "Do you want to come over for tea, and to of course, talk things over."

She took a minute to respond, "I don't think it's a good idea I go to you're place.."

He felt silly for even proposing the idea, remembering it was there where she had caught him in the act.

"Well what about that café you loved so much, that one in the alleyway close to the college."

"As much as I love that small place I don't think the conversation we need to have is set for a public place," she reasoned, "look, why don't you come over and we ca chat here. Away from prying eyes and ears and in the comfort of a place we both know well."

"Sounds good to me lov-" he cut himself off, reminding himself it was probably not appropriate to call her that right then, "what time should I go over?"

"You can come over right now if you're free."

"Right then, I'll see you in a few minutes."

"See you soon Roger."

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[angel-scythe]

Sheet of Ice : Chapter 3

Hi guys!

Giving you one of my favorite chapter of the whole fanfiction (it’s weird to love one of the first chapters no ?)

I hope you’ll have fun!!

You know what to do with this door or just... keep reading?

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The door knocked off with a huge sound and Hank turned the head. He sighed and moved the hand to take one of the beer can in the pack Gavin was holding. Well, it seemed like one was already missing. After all, Gavin went to his neighbor’s apartment to ask for alcohol. He would offer something in return to the said neighbor. Something. One day.

However, Gavin didn’t give him the sweet drug.

“Don’t piss me off. You go get it for me, right? Give it already.”

“You shouldn’t drink.”

“Stop busting my balls, you wanna? Connor does it already really fine!”

“Don’t you dare compare me with a phcking stupid Android, Hank!”

“He’s not a fucking stupid Android! Connor is fine! Really fine! Unlike you…” Hank clenched the teeth.

“Unlike me, what? What the Android has that make him so phcking awesome? A heart? Yeah, I don’t have one, right, Hank?” he said moving in the living room. He let go on the cans that fell in the floor.

Hank took the one opened in the fall and drink by the opening as Gavin was still talking.

“He’s sweet and looks you like a model or a God? You have complex? Maybe it’s the midlife crisis? The Twink is obviously ready to do anything you want and he’s nothing. A toy. Who would blame you to leave everything for a phcking sextoy twink?!” He bent to take back the necklace and put it around his neck.

Usually, an Omega would be proud to show an Alpha wanted him enough to bond with him and he was like them, longtime ago. But today… today, it was just fucking humiliating…

“Unlike you, he doesn’t think it’s my fault if Cole is dead.”

Gavin froze and never clipped the necklace.

“Do you…”

“You knew I’d never drink if I needed to go somewhere with Cole and it was the day. It was school time and I knew I had to care of Cole. Yes, you found me drunk but you were to fucking busy to work and I was alone when my son was dead! Because you can’t stop working a second!”

“I was devastated because I lost my son, Hank! I know I shouldn’t have to talk like that but I was hurt and you weren’t able to deal with it!”

“Shut up, you whore!”

“SHUT UP!” Gavin moved toward him, anger in his tone and face. “I was just arrived you insulted me!”

“You were working while my son was dying!”

“He was always the first for me!” Gavin screamed.

The can fall off from Hank’s hand, spilling beer everywhere.

“So where the fuck were you?!” he screamed.

This time they were just at few centimeters from each other. Hank was pretty tall and heavy so he dominated Gavin even more and his status helped to assert his authority. However, Gavin didn’t care. No authority could face his anger and… Hank saw sadness in his eyes.

“Where were you that day?” he asked again. He reached and took the necklace from his hand.

“I can’t.”

“Where were you, Gavin?”

He shook his head.

“I lov…”

“Don’t you dare. Don’t think you can’t arrange your feeling to get something from me. You had phck your whore, you can go!”

“Do you think I bonded with you only because I didn’t want someone else touching the one I took first? Do you think you were my first?! I bonded with you because I loved you with all my heart! Gavin! I loved everything in you! God… I still love it. The way, you refuse to act like the other, your intrepidity, the way you say ‘fuck’, the taste of your lips, the way you laugh, how you fall asleep and curled against me, the sound of your voice, the way you walk, the fact you never wash your coffee mug and I had to do it everytime. It killed me but I loved it. I became mad of love everytime I saw you with our son… Do you think I don’t want other to touch you because you’re mine? Do you think I’m playing with you? I love you so much…”

As he talked, Hank took softly his shoulder then let his hands moved. One took Gavin’s hand and the other caressed his cheek with softness.

Gavin pinched his lips and lowered his head.

“I had emergency surgery that day…”

“Wh… what are you saying?!” He felt his head weird and hid body was suddenly heavy.

Gavin leaded him to the sofa and let him sat then looking around for a beer. He realized the floor was wet of the booze and sighed but took a new one to offer it to Hank who was looking him. And touched his cheek when he arrived near him.

“Yup, I’m alive,” Gavin said with a smirk.

“Why… Gavin… Why you didn’t say it to me? Why you didn’t say you needed me? My work was to protect you all and…”

“You didn’t fail. My work was to protect the one I loved so much…”

“Please, Gavin…”

The Detective sat next him and opened the beer even if he hated the alcohol smell since this day.

“I was pregnant…”

“You…” Hank’s eyes were wide and his mouth opened, agape.

“It wasn’t since longtime. Since you wanted a big family, I wanted to keep it as a Christmas’ present… and when you called me. When you said to me, Cole was dying and they didn’t find any surgeon, I panicked. I wanted to see my baby and…” Gavin lowered his head. “I felt the pain. Tina brought me to the doctor and the bleeding was so heavy, because of a big chock, they needed to fix it. They didn’t let me get out before a while and when I joined you…”

“I insulted you…”

“Yes.”

“But… You should have said it to me,” Hank said softly. “I’d take care of you.”

“Now you know… what do you think?”

“I… I feel like I’ve killed two of my baby but… but I met Connor. We talk about Cole and he helps me to think, maybe, it wasn’t my fault…” Hank confessed. “You… you didn’t tell me because you knew me too well. You didn’t want me to think I had killed our two babies.”

“I needed to protect you.”

“And I insulted you…” the Lieutenant said in horror. “I hated you. I hated you so much because of the loss and… because I felt you weren’t anymore the one I loved. Each time I saw you work too much after that, that proofed to me, you’ve changed. For me, you wanted so much becoming an Alpha…”

“I needed to wipe my mind. Don’t think about everything I hadn’t anymore.” Gavin lowered the head. “Elijah was so worry, he forced me to take pills to stop heat for months… He was afraid a heat will… worsen the depression.”

“Worsen… You… Oh my God, Gavin.” Hank put the beer down and took him in his arms. He caressed his back with love and tender. “I’m so sorry for everything, Gavin. I love you. Never stopped… You’re my everything. I’m so sorry… How can I square myself?”

Gavin caressed his hair softly.

“Stop drinking? I want to keep you very, very longtime. I’m worrying for you.”

“I’ll stop. I’ll do everything for you.”

“It’s okay… I just missed you so much.”

Hank hugged him more against his chest and rose the head as he caressed his cheek.

“But… But what you did at the precinct. It was madness!”

“I can defend myself. And Tina, and you, were there. I needed to do it… I needed to reach you. I needed you so phcking much.”

Hank couldn’t help but smile when hearing the “phcking”.

“Stop it!” Gavin laughed softly while pushing him a bit in the shoulder.

“To be honest… I came because you had the smell of an Omega whom had losing his Alpha and you know how much they’re easy prey. I needed to protect you and… yes, I needed to make you mine again…”

“Don’t feel guilty. I knew it very well and planned everything…” He sighed. “Well, in fact, I didn’t planned this and I thought you’ll phck me in the bathroom.”

“You deserved better than that. You deserve the best.” Hank hugged him more and started to kiss his neck, the fresh mark on it in particular.

Gavin cuddled in his arms. It was so good to feel him like that. Things had changed and they haven’t Cole anymore but a bit of the past came back for them and it was nice.

“Do you want to come back at home?” Hank asked. He personally really wanted. He didn’t sleep in his bed anymore, only in the sofa or at this table, because sleeping without Gavin in that bed didn’t seem right.

“I don’t think so, Hank…”

The words were like a cold shower for the Lieutenant. He asked for it but for him, it seemed to be normal to be with Gavin again. In particular because they were bond. But Gavin wasn’t an Omega like others… Gavin was stronger, fighting against what his body and pheromones said to him and hank loved him for that too…

“I love you, I really do but for three years, it was awful… Look, last week, you were ready to shoot me for an Android.”

“I wouldn’t have done it…”

“But you took your phcking gun and pointed it at me. And you hang out with that Android.”

“You’re still afraid by them?” Hank asked softly.

“I’m not afraid. It’s just…”

“I know.” The Lieutenant kissed his forehead.

In fact, the Androids were meant to work at Omega’s place to let them have more time for children, cleaning, their Alpha and to prevent the problem with med leave. Because all Omegas could have their leave for the heat, it was a matter of security but you couldn’t take vacations away from them. Especially because they needed to go with the children. So, it wasn’t good to let them have work like that. And Android could replace them.

It was a good idea Elijah Kamski got because he passed all his time with his favorite and only cousin, almost a twin for him, Gavin Reed and at first, he just wanted to help him. Because he loved him very must. But for Gavin? It was the contrary. He wanted to work and he perfectly knew that he would be the first to lose his job. And now that he even didn’t have child to take care…

In fact, Elijah Kamski was so used to Omega, he made the PL600, AX400 and model like that to help the Omegas to do everything at home. Or… to replace them for the Alpha who lost their mate and couldn’t care correctly about everything…

“Connor is a nice boy, you know?”

“Maybe. Don’t like him.”

“Why?”

Gavin snuggled in his arms.

“I didn’t want you to go with him…”

“He’s an Android. A robot.”

“Yeah… and some say they’re better than Omega for that. A good robot will act like them but you’re sure to don’t have phcking babies. Or they will be more respectful and submissive. The perfect Omegas, they say. Other like the fact they’re less submissive… And some Omegas thought an Android is better than an Alpha because they’re not the object for once. It’s absolutely phck up…” Gavin sighed. He rose his head. “You seemed to love him a lot so…”

“He’s my friend. Maybe more…”

Gavin couldn’t help but lowered his head.

“But not like that!” He said, quickly. “He’s… I don’t know if I can say that to you?”

“What?” Gavin asked.

“He’s a bit like… a son.”

“A son…” Gavin pinched his lips. “Seems legit,” he sighed.

“You think?”

“Yeah… You needed to fill the emptiness, isn’t it?”

“Maybe? I don’t know… I hated him at first and then, started to like him and… one day, he died in my arm, because he saved me…”

“Nice guy,” Gavin mumbled. He moved a bit and pressed his head against Hank’s heart, spreading his legs.

Hank caressed his hair and moved his other hand until he took his partner’s one.

“Yeah… I started to feel good with him. Useful…”

Gavin closed his eyes.

“You could have been useful for someone else…”

“Gavin…”

“It’s okay.” Gavin turned a bit his head and tightened his fingers around Hank’s one. “In the end, I’m happy you find someone…”

“You’re my favorite one, you know. I love you.”

The detective opened his eyes and looked him.

“I love you too, Hank.”

He brought their hands bonded to kiss Hank’s one. The little creases, the browns stains, the nails and he pressed his body against the belly domed. And he liked it. Hank was beautiful just the way he was. Even if he really changed in three years. It wasn’t the great cop all neat he used to be. But he was sure that’ll change.

Maybe thanks to their bond?

[certifiedskywalker]

Young Love - Roman Godfrey

You and Roman have been dating for a few years now. You’d often stay over at his house and grew close to his family; except his mother. One cozy morning in particular, you felt like a true member of the Godfrey family.

Warnings : Cursing and Roman being a flirty lil’ shit.

Your eyes fluttered open at a tickling sensation near your collarbone. Carefully turning your head, you saw Roman’s head tucked against your shoulder. He had his soft lips against your neck, trying to wake you up in the most peaceful way he thought possible.

“You’re up early for a Saturday,” you murmured quietly. Roman placed one last peck against your neck before lifting his head. His green eyes were bright, despite it being the morning. A soft smile played on his lips as he stared into your eyes with affection.

“Hmm,” Roman hummed, moving a hand up. He trailed his fingers over your cheek fondly, his thumb skirting the line of your bottom lip. “I just wanted to see you before you got ready.” You rolled your eyes and smiled up at him.

“You mean put on actual clothes?” You asked teasingly. Roman smirked and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to you lips. “You perv,” you mumbled against his lips.

“That’s not what you said last time,” he said pulling away from your lips. He still wore that smirk on his features, mischief gleaming in his eyes. You felt his hand brush against your loose tank top, playing with the flimsy material. Roman’s fingers went under the hem of your top, splaying across your abdomen. He leaned down, pressing a rough kiss to your lips.

“Roman,” you mumbled, “we can’t. Not right now.” Roman pulled away at your words, but kept his hand against your warm skin. His full lips were parted slightly as he looked down at you, his pupils blown out with love. You leaned up a little, pressing your lips to his for a brief moment.

“Later?” He asked lowly. You smiled and kissed him one more time, as making a promise that this would continue. At some point, it would. Roman’s smirk returned and he rolled off of you. You watched as he walked over to his dresser to pull out some clothes.

“Ro, can I borrow-” before you could finish, Roman threw one of his sweaters over to you. It landed on the bed and you smiled up at him. “Thanks babe,” you said and Roman smiled at you. You grabbed the sweater and pulled it over your tank top.

You moved the covers away and stood up from Roman’s bed. As you stretched, you heard Roman shuffling around. You were about to turn to face him when you felt one of Roman’s long arms wrap around your waist. He pulled your back flat against his front, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You look good in my clothes,” he whispered in your ear. His voice sent goosebumps up and down your arms. You turned in his embrace and pecked his cheek affectionately.

“Thank you,” you whispered with a smile. “Are you going to get dressed?” Roman nodded and he let you go. “I’m going to go get some breakfast then.”

“Shelley should be awake,” Roman said, “I’ll be down in a few.” Holding some clothes in his arms, he walked into the bathroom that adjoined his room. You stretched one last time and straightened your sleeping pants before walking out of Roman’s room.

The hallways of the Godfrey mansion had always been too vast for your liking. Hardly any family pictures were hung on the walls and if some were out, everyone was frowning in them. Your feet made a thumping sound as you walked down the staircase. The cold stone flooring sent shivers down your spine. Despite coming over to the Godfrey house many, many times over the last few years, you never quite got used to the underlying chill. You held Roman’s sweater closer to you and smiled when you realized how much it smelled of him. Smoke, cologne, and something else that was entirely Roman.

Turning at the end of the stairs, you found yourself in the Godfrey’s kitchen, but not alone. Shelley sat at the counter, a bowl of somewhat soggy cereal in front of her. She glanced up at you and smiled brightly.

“Hey Shelley,” you said, walking over to her. You gave her a small hug before walking over to the pantry. As you hunted for your choice breakfast food, you heard Shelley’s pen tapping on her phone. You grabbed your food and walked over to her.

“Good morning Y/N. You’re up early.” You smiled at Shelley when the automated voice spoke. She turned her head, hair falling in her face as she looked up at you expectantly.

“Yeah, your brother woke me up,” you said with a smile. Shelley smiled too and typed something into her phone at a rapid pace.

“He really loves you,” the voice echoed, “these past few years have been the happiest I’ve ever seen him.” You blushed at Shelley’s robotic words, not knowing what to say.

“He makes me happy too,” you said, still smiling. Shelley let out a small, hoarse giggle, making your own smile grow a little more. You were about to speak again when you looked up.

Your eyes landed on Roman, who was leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in a black tee shirt and jeans, wearing a smug smile on his face. You blushed under his gaze and soon, Shelley turned to see her brother too.

“Hi Roman,” the voice within Shelley’s phone read out. Roman smiled and nodded at his sister fondly.

“Were you two talking about me?” Roman asked as he moved to stand beside you. You felt his hand rest against the small of your back, securing you to his side.

“If we were,” Shelley typed, “we would never tell. Right, Y/N?” You smiled at Shelley and nodded.

“She’s right,” you said, turning to face Roman, “we would never stroke your ego like that.” Your boyfriend smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple. You felt his hand slid away from your back as he walked over to Shelley, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“You two are dangerous when you team up,” he said, stroking Shelley’s cheek. Her skin glowed blue in his finger’s wake, making Shelley smile. Roman smiled too, then walked over to the fridge to get some orange juice for the three of you.

You leaned over and gave Shelley’s hand a light fist bump. The girl smiled at the action while Roman just rolled his eyes.

“You get along better with my sister than you do with me.” You glanced over at Roman with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s not true,” you said. “I love you both, in different ways, but it’s all love.” You walked over and pressed a soft kiss to Roman’s cheek. His tired and dramatic expression faded as a gentle smile bloomed on his lips. You leaned into his warmth a little, giving him a sweet smile. He met you in the middle with a more passionate kiss, his hand covering yours on the cool table top.

An automated ‘Aw’ sounded from across the counter and you both looked over at Shelley. You let out a laugh, feeling a shade of pink heat your cheeks. Roman smiled too, shaking his head at his wonderful little sister.

It all felt so right to you; being in the kitchen with the two Godfrey children on a Saturday morning. Everyone was smiling, loving, and you were in love. There was no place you would have rather been than that moment in time.

However, the sweet morning moment didn’t last terribly long. You heard the familiar clacking of heels on hardwood floors and your stomach sank. Roman seemingly sensed your change in mood and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Good morning, darlings,” Olivia drawled. Her eyes squinted when she noticed you, as if trying to remember who you were. She knew exactly who you were, but she didn’t care. Anyone that wasn’t her family was unimportant, that included you. “And morning to…what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” Roman snapped, “her name is Y/N. She’s been my girlfriend for two years, mom. What the fuck is wrong with you?” You tensed at your boyfriend’s tone and the tightening of his arm around your waist. It was rare when you had to interact, or be in the same room with Olivia; but when you were, it always went down the same way.

Olivia would be rude or would even pretend you don’t exist until Roman calls her out on her bullshit. You should be used to it by now, Mrs. Godfrey’s cruelty, but you couldn’t get past it. You adored her children as much, if not more, than she did. Anyone could see how much you loved Roman, except for her apparently.

“Ah yes, Y/N,” Olivia sneered, acting like she truly hadn’t known. You nodded at her but she simply glared at you before turning to Shelley. “Come my dear, we have to run to the Library today.” Shelley’s shoulders sank at her mother’s request. She pushed out of her seat and followed after Olivia as she strutted out of the kitchen.

“Bye, Shell,” you whispered, getting the girl’s attention. Shelley waved at you and Roman and then disappeared in the nearest hallway. As soon as the two women were out of sight, Roman turned to face you. Without a word, he pulled you close to his chest and hugged you tightly.

“She’s a bitch,” he muttered and his tone coaxed a laugh from you. “You shouldn’t be treated like that.” Roman added as you pulled away. You met his gaze and in his green eyes you saw concern. He reached a hand up and brushed it against your cheek.

“No one deserves to be treated like that,” you corrected. Roman pursed his lips and nodded. He lowered his hands, that were originally on your waist, to your hips. He gave them a squeeze that made you jump towards him slightly. “What are you-”

Before you could finish, Roman lifted you up and plopped you down on the counter in front of him. He wedged himself between your knees but due to his height, your legs brushed against his thighs.

“You know how much I love you right?” He asked softly, holding your gaze. You nodded, thinking back on what Shelley had said. “I couldn’t live without you,” he said lowly. His hands rested on your thighs as you draped your arms over his shoulders.

You pulled him down for a kiss, your fingers finding their way into his hair. Before the kiss could go any further, Roman pulled away.

“Nothing can keep me from you,” he stated, intensity burning in his eyes. “Especially not my mother. I love you Y/N.” You smiled up at him, tracing his cheekbones with your fingers fondly. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds, just revealing in the connection between yourselves.

“I love you too, Roman,” you said. Your words breathed air into his lungs as Roman leaned down for another kiss. He let his lips linger against yours, savoring the feeling of the moment. 

“Has it been “later” enough yet?” Roman asked, pulling away with a small grin. You let out a breathy laugh and pressed your forehead to his. 

“I’d say it’s later,” you teased and Roman grinned, pressing a kiss to your jawline. He trailed kisses down your neck, brushing his nose gently against the sensitive skin there. “But not on the counter,” you breathed out. 

Roman let out a hearty chuckle, his breath tickling the tiny hairs on your skin. He pulled away from you and extended his hands to you. You took them and Roman helped you jump down off of the counter. He kept one of your hands in his as you both walked upstairs, smiling at each other like on the day you first met.

“I can’t stand her,” Olivia snarled as she drove down the road to the Library. Shelley frowned at her mother and started tapping away at her phone.

“She makes Roman happy,” the voice sounded, “they love each other with a love people write novels about.” Olivia rolled her eyes at her daughter’s poetic tone.

“It’s merely young love, darling, it won’t last.” Olivia’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as she dug up old memories. Shelley’s brow furrowed and she started to type again.

“How do you know that?” Olivia let out a sigh at Shelley’s question. She looked over to her daughter with a frown. If only she knew.

"In my experience, it ends in flames and fury,” Olivia said sadly. She blinked away any tear that threatened to fall before adding, “and pain. It always ends in pain."

[overwatchxreader]

Two from the dialogue prompt with junkrat if you so please.

“I’m not as damaged as I seem, I swear.”

Nb reader

     Life in the outback wasn’t exactly the nicest. it was rough, and it was savage. Being a person living In that harsh environment didn’t help with sanity, radiation tainted the minds of those inhabiting it. For Junkrat, he was one of the unfortunate souls having to grow up there. He’d been through hell and back, grasping onto the little bit of survival that the outback had to offer.

     He’d never admit it, but he knew he wasn't ‘all there’. The effects of the explosion took it’s toll on him. That was all behind him now though. He had a new life that consisted of exploring the world and wrecking havoc in his wake. 

     Everything was fine. Until he had met you. Jamie was head over heels for you, the second he saw you he knew he wanted you.

      It all started at the local bar near your place. He had so happen to be at that same bar and caught sight of you. You sat alone, sipping whiskey on rocks, mind elsewhere than reality. How the dim light hit your face, it made you look so perfect to him. He interrupted your daydreaming, flashing you a wide smile and ordering a drink for himself as his bodyguard lay low in the shadows, keeping watch on the tattered man.

     After a few laughs and a few deep conversations, Jamison managed to snatch your number. Since then he’d been dragging you around everywhere, any chance he could get, just to be with you.

     Of course, like most things in his life, he’d never admit to the traumatizing life he knew. Every time you two would have your conversations, he’d try his best to seem.. normal. He’d fidget a lot, trying to keep his cool, not to make anything obvious of his traumatic history. Almost certain that he was convincing. You, however, saw right through him.

    Today had been one of his off days. The usual over hyper man was less energetic, his spark had faded. It was obvious to see the drastic change in emotions. You sat beside him at your usual stop in the rowdy bar, his robotic hand slumped against his face, trying his best to urge a smile. You mimicked his actions with a lop sided smirk.

“What’s up?”

     You reached out to touch his real hand, which caused him to jump a bit. He put on a fake smile, laughing a bit.

“Wot ya mean darl’? I’m right as rain.”

“Oh, please. I know there’s somthin’ up. Go on, you can tell me.”

     He tried to his best to keep up his act, but he just couldn’t. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Jus’ an off day is all. Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me.”

     You squinted your eyes at him, removing your hand from his.

“It’s just not right. You’re not as crazy as you usually are.” 

     He perked up to the last part. Surely you hadn’t caught on this fast. He hesitated a bit, stumbling over his words. All you could do was laugh at him which made him wince. 

“You really think I don’t know about you, Jamison Fawkes?“

   You smiled back at him, his face was numb and white.

“Y-ya know…?”

     His voice was low,  he gulped hard. He was sure you were gonna leave him now. Any sane person would. He was a criminal, not to mention insane. 

“Of course I know. You really think I haven’t seen your face plastered everywhere on the news?”

    This was is. He let  out another sigh, His head hung a bit. He really did like you, but perhaps he wasn’t cut out for love. No one in junkertown was. He pushed himself out of the booth, your eyes followed him and your smile now gone.

“Where ya goin? 

“‘I get it lov. Ya ain’t interested. I’ll uh, I’ll be on me way then.”

    Your face dropped as you chased after him outside, grabbing his arm and turning him around.

“Who said I wasn’t interested? Why would I stay with you this long if I wasn’t?”

  He looked down at you, not quite sure what to say. He wasn’t expecting you to chase after him. His mouth opened, but closed again when he couldn’t find the words

“Well, sweets, usually people ain’t fancy criminals or psychos”

     You cut him off before he could continue, planting a firm kiss on his lips. You could feel him tense up beside you, eventually easing into the kiss, he put a hand behind your neck to push you closer to him.      You had to push him off with a dumb grin on the junkers face.

“We all gotta dark past. I know you’re not as bad and tough as ya seem.”

     You gave a weak smile and all he could muster was a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Swear, I ain’t as damaged as I seem.”

     Jamie tried to lighten the mood, the two of you just smiled at each other. You reached out to hold his hands.

“I like you that way anyways.” 

[comastoast]

@wuunderstruck​ here’s my rambles of plots for our muses pls lov me:tm:

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Cooper Velasquez

( ETHAN MCDONALD, Dylan O’Brien, 23 ) OH MY GOD HE’S A MECHANIC AND I JUST AGGRESSIVELY i was gonna go in order BUT I WANT A TPOSE AND DOBRI BROTP FROM WHEN THEY WERE KIDS AND THEY WORK IN THE SAME MECHANIC SHOP / ETHAN’S SHOP AND JUST them working for hours on end and shooting the shit then going out for drinks after work nd talkin about girls and hard jobs or talk about old cars they wanna buy and flip and just fuckin brodown towntown listen i just got so stoked when i saw cooper was a mechanic pls love me

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Addison Cohen

( ALEX HENNY, Herman Tommeraas, 21 ) ugh college bros or a cute lil ship where they’re in all the same classes basically and Alex picks her up in the mornings from her dorm or house with coffee and they sit next to each other in every class and shoot the shit and then Alex convincing her to go to a frat party where they wind up just sitting up on the roof talkin about school & where they’re gonna be in ten years & their lives & ITS JUST A CUTE COLLEGE SHIP

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Cameron Hayes

( XAVIER MARTIN, Nat Wolff, 23 ) OK SO I CAN TOTALLY SEE THEM DOIN SKETCHY STUFF TOGETHER because a few of their things line up besides hacker but with how loner-y Xavier is I can imagine him being a hacker with or against Cameron??? ANd they can either be squad and late nights tryin’a hack into something or little shitty hacking games and they have this abandoned house where they meet up and we can even go full Mr. Robot where they’re tryin’a take down the government

( NOLAN GRAND, Aaron Tveit, 25 ) I saw good punches and i was like oo boi either they hate eachother nd fight all the time or they bros and they go out and get into fights with other people / they’re eachothers wingmen like gimmie those VIBES BRO

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Fallon Birch

( MAGS O’SULLIVAN, Saoirse Ronan, 23 ) Ok the simple ‘feeling of beginning again’ was enough for me for these two bc Mags is the feeling of the first day of summer so I feel like they’re both like that burst of freedom(?) but either way I definitely want a lowkey long-distance ex girlfriend for Mags and I don’t know if Fallon could fall into that but imagine the cute letters and the phone calls and late night texts bc maybe they broke up bc Fallon moved out of state or Mags moved away or something and the whole ‘i still feel for you but the distance is KILLING ME’

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Jacqueline "Jack" Belmont

( MILO SHEPARD, Nick Jonas, 24 ) ugh just imagine she’s his usual bartender and he actively goes when he knows she’s working because for some reason he just feels like she actually sees him despite the fact the only people who ever talk to him / “see” him only view him as that guy who took their kids away from them bc apparently they’re not good parents and Milo & Jack have this nice bond where they sort of talk about their days but it’s vague and it’s usually really later on at night when there’s no one really in the bar besides the usual drunks & dudes lookin to get laid but Milo is strictly there just to unwind after long days or incredibly rough cases and they just have this refreshing bond

( OPHELIA MONROE, Billie Lourd, 22. ) UGH THEY BOTH WORK AT THE ANIMAL SHELTER AND BOND OVER THE POOR ANIMALS and lowkey they both talk eachother out of adopting anymore animals bc you know Ophie has like three dogs and four cats and it’s dramatic but she just keeps feeling so bad for the poor babies who can’t find homes so she takes them and Ophie and Jack go for walks / take their animals out and they’re just girl squad goals as FUCK

 ╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Rowan Penn

( JACKSON ALLEN, Daniel Sharman, 23 ) I’m A Slut For This Ship Okay Please Just Love Me but imagine they met one night when he was drunk and going to a diner and she just happened to be there and Jack mistook her for an old friend of his but he refused to listen to her deny she was that friend and they start talking and it’s an awkward like ‘i’m not who you think i am but you’re so drunk and kinda bein cute talkin about the old days so i’m not gonna stop you’ but the next day he wakes up and he’s like ‘oh my god i just told you all these embarrassing stories and you’re not even who i THOUGHT YOU WERE WHAS GOING ON.’ but they develop a friendship off it / possibly a slowburn or even a FAST BURN like WHATEVER YOU WANT

( LENNON, Jaria Burns, 23 ) YOUTUBE SQUAD, ROWAN IS ACTUALLY LENNON’S INSPIRATION, LIKE HER TOTAL MVP / ROLEMODEL AND THEY MEET AND LENNON IS JUST LIKE A HOT MESS LIKE ‘rowan god damn penn i have been in love w you for YEARS’ just like a total fan and they do a few video collabs and it can either be GREAT and they become BEST friends or it can go HORRIBLY and they lowkey hate eachother but have to pretend to be nice to not ruin eachothers reputations

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ plots off your wishlist !!

During a bank robbery you’re surprised when the criminals seem to recognize you and retreat in fear. Only later do you learn that your high school sweet-heart now runs a global crime syndicate and has you placed on a “No Harm” list. You decide to pay them a visit after all these years. ( I can definitely see Mitch being the one who put one of your muses on the ‘no harm’ list, I rec lola jade park or marley birch !! )

hey, gimme a mlm or wlw plot where they both work for a company like buzzfeed or sourcefed (rest in peace ;( ), and do videos and bits together and are vv cute and everyone thinks so and tbh, they do too but they’re also losers who never do anything about it so they use their status as internet personalities as excuses to be w each other (like date night vlogs ?? find the best place in the city to wind and dine). and they’re just v cute and slow burn w lots of tension. ( BIH SHUT UP LENNON & ROWAN VIBES )

ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine & i can hear you & your partner dancing & singing & the bed moving & you two laughing & talking in hushed tones & it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 & then one day it just stops & one day turns into one week & then months & i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au. ( SCREAMS HEATH & JACK OR KAZ & TATE just imagine the angst )

i just want a damaged, broken boy who doesn’t have a lot of friends & keeps to himself & a caring, kind girl who takes interest in him & gets him to open up & rocks him in her lap when he can’t stop crying & rubs his back when he has nightmares & teaches him that it’s okay to show his pain because being strong doesn’t have to mean hiding your emotions please give me this ( I can definitely see Xavier being the sad boi & any of your girls consoling him or even Milo being the sad boy bc his job is so rough OR I can see Colby taking care of one of your sad bois or Lily because they’re both that soft lemme hold ur hand for a bit ok )

is anyone down to make an m/f platonic af brotp. where they go on lil friend lunch dates, randomly show up @ each other’s places, and stay up late talking shit about their shitty date they just went on. and they fight like a married couple and hold grudges against each other. but if someone were to fuck with one of them, the other would be like “wait bitch, only i’m allowed to do that.” ( GIRL WTF PLEASE GIVE ME A BROTP FOR LENNON, MAGS, ETHAN OR XAVIER LIKE DAMN IM HERE FOR 50 OF THESE THREADS PLATONIC BROTPS ARE MY AESTHETIC )

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

the lorax, but everytime a character appears its bnha and every time u read it u want 2 die

summary: oh you know damn well whats coming, sweetie 

notes: its 2:35 am. i spent over an hour writing this. pls clap. 

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it was a suny day in thneedville and the sun was shining but it was COLD and DARk in dekus hart as he gazed sadly off intot he distance. “mommm wy doesnt todoroki senpai-san NOTICE me???”” he lameneted to his mom.

“maybe its ur ugly little pissbaby child face” inko suggested as she cooked up a spaghety for brekfast.

“how can i impress him??” deku questioned

“try lifting, cucklord” said his grandma recovery girl as she casually bench bressed 600 pounds of rocks.

“how bout i find him  a plant insted?” deku sugested thinking about the tre todoroki painted on his house. he had asked todoorki if he liked trees and he sed ‘ya sur i gues’. “bitches lov plants”

“yeeee i kno wat u mean giv him some *lettuce*” recovery gorl winked

“wat a bout a tree” “but TREEs are DEAD” inko exlciamed! she threw the spagheti on the floor for dramtic effect and cltuched dekus head in his hands. “Son do not SPEAK of such things or The All For One’HAre Corporation Copyright TM wil BUST thru the ROOF and kill you! Now sit down and eat ur capitalism! Consumerism is god hallejeuluah amen!”

“tree” deku whisperd

the hose exploded and every1 died but they were okey. avaracious all-for-one’hare, a tiny liitle with a shiny bowlcut and tiny little man feet bitchslaped deku across the face. “NO TREES ALLOUD!!1!”  he shrieked. he bloo a kiss ot dekus mom “that plate of capitalism u have is cooking upped looks lovly mam”

inko blsuhed. “thanks”

“just make sure to keep the kiddo here away from any” all-for-one’hare, lowered his voice, which was hard bc he was already so short and low and close tothe flor. “trees”

inko gASPed! “of CORSE! i wil keep him away from the place where the trees once were by the Forbindden WAll u buildt with ur money to keep out the Bad COmmunist SentimentsTM”

recovery girl made shifty suspicious looks on her face “sure yea me too”

all-for-one’hare, was convinced. “I AM CONVINECED” he sed “by felicia!” he hopped on his hoverbord and hoverborded away.

inko cleaned the spaghety off the flor and recovery girl pulled deku by the leg into the backyard. “YO FUCKER U BETTER RUN UR ASS OVER THE COMMIE WALL AND GET A TREE SO U CAN START SLINGIN SOME MAD PUSS”

“but gramma im gay”

“then start slingin some nuts my d00d the POINT is get a TRE e” she scremed. “when i was, a yung boi, my ffather, took me over the wall, to see a bunch of trees, he sed son when, u grow up, dont kill them , the trees, and bring the nonbelievers, to come and plant new trees”

“k”

she siezed dekus sholders “GO FORTH CHILD BRING THE TREES SO WE CAN MAKE THEM GROW ANEW AS THE PROPHECY HAS FORETOLD, OUT BEYOND THE WALL LIVES A MYSTERIOUS MAN CALLED THE ONCE-FOR-ALLER, FIND HIM, HE WILL TELL YOU HIS TRAGIC TALE OF TREE AND BRING NEW LIFE TO THIS BARREN CAPITALIST HELLSCAPE, NOW GO”

“k” deku hopped on his totaly radicel scooter headed 2 the wall. a robot cat watched him forehsadowingly.

it was hella empty over the commie cuck wall with not even a bORger king in site!!!1! tree stumps covered the flor and clouds of smonk from a thousand vape pens darkened the sky. a ded bird lay deadly on the ground while its bird children cried over its bird corpse. it was sad. deku took a sad face selfie with the ded bird then did a sick ollie over the corpse and headed toward the mysterious shack in the distants.

the shack had  a bucket in front of the dor labeled “piss”. deku hopped on in the piss bucket “YO ONCE-FOR-ALLER U GOT KIK??” he cried. wind wistled past his ears and he coffed from the vape smoke but then the pis buckt got pulled up on a ROPE and deku found himself hOISted up to a wINdOW!!!! he stareed face to face at a pair of black eyes with blue spots in the middle like limpid tears and some long bony arms with glvovs and yaoi hands reached out to slap him.

“WHAT” he yelled “ARE YOU DOOING” he leaned closer “IN MY SWWAAAAAAMP!????”

deku wet his pants and criied. “i sutjj,,, i jstu  wann, t  a t;rree,,” he said sobbily. “i,m tr yiyng to get s enpai , t o noticnse me,, an ,n  and i  thgout,, i fi  got, hima   t,r,ree, he wo uld liek me”

“fucken millenials” snarled the once for aller “its always senpai this, thrussy that, my neck my back, my snapping-chat, wy wold i giv u a tre??”

“b-because i,, i brought u a SPAGHETTY” deku exxclaimed, pulling pounds of spagheetyi out of his pockets

the once for aller slorped up the spaghetti hongrily “ya ok i gues i can tel  u my storey now. its a dark and trageic tale of capitalism, like the star wors preqols” a tear ran down his bony old cheek. “but insted of jar jar binks thers only me, booboo the fool”

there was  a crossdissolve and suddenly they were in the once-for allers past where he was a big bara man with bara tiddies and twinky skinny geans no where near the size needed to accomodate for his phat dong. he rode along in a cariege puled by a single muel

“FASTER AIZAWA KUN” cried the once-for-aller hapily. “those proletariats arent gonna exploit themselves!”

aizawa the mule grunted sexily and plowed on, workin that tight little mule ass.

the once-for-aller started shredding out a sick nasty solo on an elextric guitar and it was RAD AS HELL as he blasted out the opening cords to jake pol’s magmnum opiss “its everyday bro”. “we gotta dab on those haters aizawa kun” said the once-for aller with  a very gay wink

aizawa the mule grunted in annoyance. he could not dab, for his sexy mule bodey had no arms.

they fond a metric shitload of trees and there were like wildlifes and shit running around. bears (like endeovor) froclikced int he woods with their hairy bara nippels exposed 2 the world, tsuyu and her frog pals swam in the woter, and tokoyami the borb boy  floo in the sky wich was pure and clean without a single trace of vape smoke. the tres looked fuckable so the once for aller busted a nut against one trunk then wipped out a glock and started shootin them down “YEHAW fuCKERS iTS HIGH NOON” he screamed in texan, his native language, as he mowed downt he trees the way present mics sexy voice mows down the pussey.

sudenly DANY DEVITO IN A FURSOOT APEARED. he was tiny and magestic and orange and so fucken valid. also he was grand toledo. “CUNT” he yelled kicking the once for aller in th e kneecaps. “THIS IS THE ENVIROMENT!!!!1! YOU CANT JUST START WEED WACKIN THES TREES WITH YOUR YANKEE DONGLE DANDY AND SHOOTING THEM WITH GUNS!1! THAT IS BAD AND WRONG! CAPTIN PLANET DIED FOR OUR SINS”

the once for aller looked down at the tiny orange man then down at his own big bulgin bara tiddes “i cold crush u 2 deth with my tiddys, maybe u shuld stay out of my way dude’

dany deveto gasped angrely. “how DARE!!1!” he screamed, punching the once-for-allers big toe. “BUDDY I WILL PERSONALLY FUCK YOUR GRAVE WITH MY OWN TWO ASSCHEEKS IF YOU SAY ONE MORE FUCKING WORD, I DEFY U TO TALK SHIT, COME AT ME SCRUBLORD IM RIPT”

“try me gardfielf” the once for aller laffed “iv ben drinkign plenty of nut milk so my boneses are helthy and Stronk”

daney devito pulled out his 20 inch thunderdong and beat the once for aller in the head with it until he was past oout on the ground. the woodland crreatures danced hapily around the bodey but then he woke up

“u kno wat” he moaned “mabye capitalism isnt so good, lets al liv together in communism and friendship, and i wont cut and/or fucc any of the trees”

danny deveto was mostly appeased. “ya ok, but if u try anymore fuckin shit ill go back in time and cuck ur grandparents.”

dannneie dievoto tried to hav the once-for aller killed on at least 10 separate occasions and the once for aller did slip in some clandestine tree fuckage now and agein, but other than that the communism and friendship was good. but everything changed went he fire nation atteacked, they defeeted endevor esily but then the once for allers slutty, sluty family showed up to REEK HAVICK :0 !!!1!

the once for allers ugley mom, sir nighteye, stepped out of their cheap car and did the anime glasses thing “toshi u commie thot” he said with distaste “stop being poor”

“but MOM” the once for aller wined “i HAV to be por! its good for the envorionemnt and my new animal frends and if i dont dany devito will beat me over the head with his massive meaty man-canoe!”

“dont b lil bitch, do a capitalism.”

the once for allers loud cosin hizashy jumped out of the wagon. “YAINT” he shrieked at 1000000 decibels, killing 90% of life on erth. “ARE WE GON FUCK SOME TREES OR WHAT”

the once for aller looked at his disproving mom, then at his loud cosin, then at the very fuckable trees. his eyes lingered on a sexy sap hole. “yea we are” he said, pulling out his gitar sexily. “how bad could it posbiley be??”

the answer was prety fucken bad as it turned out. a metric fuckton of people paid to watch the once for aller and his family fuck trees to deth by throwing moneey at them like they were stripers, but then al the tres were fucked ded!!11! the bears starved into ity bity twinks, unable to maintain the THicc, tsuyu and the frogs choked and coffed up water ful of human piss as they peed in the water while laughing in delite at the once for allers antics, and tokoyami and the birbs coffed out their organs from the clouds of vape smoke filing the sky.

soon ther was no one left. the once for allers familey left with al the money, aizawa the fuckable mule was ded, and it was just the once for aller allone in the rouns of his former capitalistc glory with only the bright yellow banana suit on his back to remind him of those days.

dani devioto looked at the once for aller with sad eyes before kciking his own ass so hard he got sent rocketing thru the stratusphere, leaving behind an imapct crater with a single word

“cunt” deku whispered softly in the present as he gazed into the crator.

the once for aller sighed sadley. “iv wondered for years and yeers wat he ment by that, but i think i understand now. unless some1 like u stops being a cunt, then nothign is gona get better, u nut”

“shit fam thats deeep” sed deku

the once for aller looked at dekus pissbaby child face. “i lost evrything to capitalism, my friends, nature, my family” teers rolled down his cheks “i even sold my organs to buy cocane and strippers so now i hav a total of 2 orgens in my hole bodey.”

“kinky”

“but we can change that!” cried the once for aller passionetely. “i am going 2 giv u a tree to plant in thneedvil so communism can return and bring back the life stole from this world with my big stick diplomacy. go now, young midorieya-shonen my boy, GO FORTH IN THE NAME OF COMMUNISM AND UN-CUNT THIS MISEREBLE WORLD!!1!”

ther was an epic radicel chase seen wher deku had to fite the The All For One’HAre Corporation Copyright TM and his grandma recovery girl did sik triks on her moped and deku almost but not quite got to kis todorki senpai but they made it to the town square.

deku held todorokis hands and tenderly put the baby tre in it “here” he sed “take my seed”

todoroky noded solemly. “i hav never wanted anything more than to be given ur seed midoreya” he was about 2 plant the seed in the ground when all for one’hare appered! “NOT SO FAST FUCKHOLES” he yelled capitalistically. “this TRee is COMMuNISM!!1!” he cried to the townspeople. “do u RELLY want to be FILTHY COMMIES???”

“Commies hate micdonaleds!!1” screamed one impassoned townsperson.

“LETS BOIL THEM IN OIL” some one else agred.

“but guys wait!!!” deku cried “dont u want like, nature n shit?”

“CAPITALISTS WANT TO REPLACE EVERY REMOTELY FUCKABLE PERSON WITH A TREE” all for one’hare screamed

teh twonspoeple gasps, thens tarted chanting for deku todo and grandma to get boiled in oil

deku sweated nervosly “um but,, treees,, r good?”

“OIL OIL OIL”

“BACK IN MY DAY WE FUCKED TREES AND WE LIKED IT” recovery girl rored!

that was acomeplling argument. the boil in ooil chanting slowed

all for one turned to his henchperson stain “STAIN” he yelled “TEL THESE HIPPY DIPPY COMMIE TREE FUCKERS WHAT WE REALLY THINK OF THIS CAPTEN PLANET B-ROLL BULLSHIT”

stain cleered his throt and burst into magnificent song “let it gro let it gro, so we can have trees to bone” he sang. he was The Ultimate ChadTM so every1 agreed with him imediately. they throow all for one’hare into a pit of spiders where eh was eten and killed and planted the seed in the fertile butthole of the earth wher it could blosom and gro.

in the folowing yeers trees started groiwng beyond the wals and the once for aller crawled out of his shame sahck to water them with his nut as an act of penanc.e

slowly, magesticsally, danny devito in a fursewt flew down from the sky. “ya done good cunt” he grunted, tenderly slapping the once for allers boney ass with his furry orange old man boner. “ya done good.”

they both floated up to gay heaven by their ass skins wher the once for allers big bara past self greeted them with open arms. “all of ur trubles are ogre” he whispered tenderly in their tidditlyated ears. 

the once for aller caressed his past self “oh oncey” he whispered sweetly “are u shure we should do this?? can u even,,, oh, how can u love me in this broken down form??” 

past once for aller smiled and did the kabedon thing with his future self who whimpered arousedly and blushed carnelian. “its not who we are on the outside” he shoved his entire arm up his entire ass“its who we are inside” 

danney devito cheered the once for allers on as they fucked together for all of eterneity and it was very communiest teh end 

[undertale-rho]

Underearth: Book 4 - Chapter 16

As Frisk walked along the narrow bridges that connected the small spires of rock at the start of the Hotlands, he couldn't help but imagine the bridge below his feet exploding like the one before did, and him falling into the river of lava below. Shuddering at the thought, Frisk broke into a run, hurrying across the last bridge and approaching the laboratory.

With the laboratory coming into clearer view, Frisk noticed something wrong. The sliding doors were jammed open; one of the doors was only in partially, while the other stood lopsided. Approaching the doors, he saw that the inside of the laboratory was pitch black.

Stepping through the broken doors, Frisk continued through the laboratory, hugging the right wall, until he had come to the elevator on the far side of the building that led down to a hidden laboratory. Across from the elevator was a light switch which, as soon as Frisk felt where it was, was flipped, turning on the lights.

When the lights flickered to life, Frisk saw that the elevator door was also broken, though this looked more like it had been pried open by force. Behind the doors was nothing, just an empty shaft. Approaching the elevator, Frisk suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind him.

"Greetings, Partner." it said.

Frisk shot around only to find a blur of flesh flying at him, quickly followed by a tackle that spun him around, back towards the elevator doors. When his mind had finally made sense of what was happening, he saw Chara standing right in front of him, her arms up over his shoulders and around his neck.

Chara, once the movement had finished, leaned backwards into the empty elevator shaft, her arms still around Frisk's neck. Feeling himself being pulled in, Frisk shot his arms out to either side of him, grabbing the frame of the elevator door to stop him from being pulled into the shaft by Chara's weight and falling quite the distance, probably to his death.

"What is taking you so long?" she asked. "Every time you decide to murder all your friends again, you always get here way sooner than you have this time."

"In case you haven't noticed, Chara," Frisk strained out, his focus more on keeping himself from death by falling. "everybody was expecting me."

"Oh I know. Isn't it exciting?" Chara said. "Everyone started evacuating a lot sooner, too! Made it a lot easier to cut them all to ribbons.

"Speaking of which, I found where everyone was hiding." she gestured her head downward. "Alphys put them all down here. They clearly weren't expecting me to break in and kill them all. Oh, you should have seen the look on Alphys's face when I cut her open." Chara then laughed sadistically as Frisk looked on in horror, thinking Was this really how I acted with LOV!?

Chara's smile then faded slightly. "Though, come to think of it, I thought I saw a ghost fleeing with a Human who was carrying a robot. When I went down to the reactor to kill them, I found that the reactor elevator was missing." Her grin widened again. "Looks like you've got some trouble up in Elysium." she said slyly.

"Why are you telling me this?" Frisk asked. "Why not just kill me like you did last time, up in Helios Station?"

The corners of Chara's mouth curled upwards slightly. "To show you that I don't need you anymore. I have found a way to destroy the Barrier myself. I am letting you live for now in the hopes that you'll once again see things my way and join me in destroying all of Humanity!"

Before Frisk could raise protest, Chara pulled herself back up to his face, their noses just barely touching. "You have company." she whispered. "See you soon." Chara then let go of Frisk, falling away into the dark depths of the hidden lab below.

Pulling away from the empty doorway, Frisk then heard heavy footsteps coming from the opening to the laboratory to his left. Looking over, he saw the Riverperson approaching him.

"You..." the Riverperson mumbled, his voice hoarse. "you killed them all..."

Frisk looked back at the elevator, then back at the Riverperson, unsure of what to say—whether he should defend himself, or to take the blame.

"I am such a coward..." the Riverperson mumbled. "I trusted that they all could have killed you... Grillby... Gerson... Undyne... But with you here, they're dead, aren't they... And not just them, but everyone in the Outskirts..."

Frisk looked away, his own eyes beginning to show signs of flooding. Damn it... he thought. What am I doing?

The Riverperson raised one of his marred hands up to the neck of his cloak and tore it off. Frisk couldn't believe what he was seeing. The figure beneath the cloak looked Human, though more like a zombie with the exposed bones from the complete lack of flesh in multiple areas. What hair he had was black and messy, with most of it on his face in the form of a mustache and beard. Of the skin that the Riverperson did possess, Frisk noticed that it was of a remarkably similar shade to that of Serif's.

The brown eyes of the Riverperson shot into focus at Frisk, a burning hatred appearing deep within them.

"I am Charon Courier Gaster, Riverman of the Acheron." he spat. "Seeing as your filth-heap clawed its way out of the Citadel, I trust that my brother Serif is dead too, murdered at your sadistic hands."

Frisk stumbled backwards in shock at this sudden shift in tone. Instead of answering with words, Frisk simply pulled the spinal sword from his wrist. Seeing it, Charon's eyes burned ever brighter.

"I see..." he said. "so... this is for Serif, Toriel, Sans, Grillby, Gerson, Undyne, and every Monster that fled into that hole to hide from you. I ask you; who's the real monster here?"

The sound of shattering glass then rang throughout the lab followed by a light blue SOUL rising from the broken jar next to Charon. Seeing it, Frisk swung his sword towards the pair, though it wasn't fast enough to stop him from absorbing the SOUL.

As the tip of the blade shot itself at Charon's head, his eyes snapped open with blue glowing in them and, with a swift movement, shot himself upwards to avoid the thorns. Frisk looked up at the now airborne Charon as his eyes turned from blue to grey.

Frisk looked into an infinite black. The silence around him, deafening. The smell of putrid flesh corroded the inside of his nostrils as a chilling breath swept across his body.

Stumbling through the darkness, Frisk felt a surge of pain hit a side of his body as though he had placed his hand on a still-hot burner. Stepping away from the place he had felt the sensation, the opposite side began to burn.

Continuing to stumble drunkenly away from the places that burned, a blinding light shot through his eyes as a sensation of falling suddenly gripped him. With his eyes closed, he could hear wind rushing past his ears. Opening his eyes again revealed that he was now within the elevator shaft, falling far from the light above.

"Foolish child." Charon muttered above, looking at the broken elevator doors. "Although you'd presented skill in seeing through my illusions, you were no match for that spell." he then let out a sigh. "It has been so long since I've had the power to use that for any amount of time. Thank you, Human, for letting me use the power of your SOUL."

Looking away from the shaft, Charon turned to face the way he had come in. "I should tell him that the Human is dead..." he then muttered; a mournful song hinted deep within his voice.

As Charon walked towards the exit, a thorny rope shot past him, wrapping fast around his neck, and squeezing as soon as possible, crushing his neck into nothing as his head shot upward, its fading eyes catching sight of Frisk floating just above the ground at the maw of the elevator shaft, his eyes glowing a vibrant blue.

Breathing heavily, Frisk relaxed his focus and collapsed to the ground, the spinal sword in his hand vaporizing back into red energy before flowing back into him. "Thanks for showing me that I could use that magic on myself." he said to the slowly crystallizing corpse after a few seconds' work at catching his breath.

Standing up, Frisk walked towards the door that led deeper into the Hotlands. Upon nearing the door, the sound of a fridge opening caught his attention.

"For a scientist, I expected more from her stock..." Chara said, pawing at something in the open refrigerator. After a few seconds, she pulled out a package of instant noodles, ripped it open, and began crunching on the contents within. "Eh, they're better dry anyway." she muttered.

"What are you doing back here?" Frisk asked, turning to face her completely.

Crunching on more noodles, she quickly swallowed her mouthful before answering. "To congratulate you on a most excellent kill. I wasn't entirely sure you'd actually pull through, yet here you are, and here is Uncle Charon as a worthless pile of rock."

"Uncle Charon?" he asked, somewhat bemused.

Chara's smile faded slightly as she simply stared at the dead Monster. After a few seconds, she suddenly sucked in a load of air and looked back at Frisk. "All the elevators are unlocked. You can go all the way up to R3 from the L1 elevator." She then walked to the broken entrance. "See you soon." she said before exiting the lab.

Quickly, Frisk charged after her. Upon exiting the lab himself, back into the area out front, he found nothing. Where does she keep vanishing to? he thought.

About a minute later, Frisk stopped looking around and walked through the opening in the cliff-face and into the L1 elevator, selecting R3, hoping that all the questions he had piled up would eventually be answered.

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A Beautiful Hobby

Title: A Beautiful Hobby For: @visionxwanda​   Rating: T Word count: 1,5k Warnings: None Summary: Since the Sokovia incident, Vision felt increasingly lost with his existence. His prospects for the future change when he found support and kind words from Wanda Maximoff. AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12126762 Message for visionxwanda: I am only hoping that you can see Wanda and Vision in this fic. It was so pleasant to write them and I tried to transform in words what I think it was their first contact. I am pretty sure that Wanda influenced most of his hobbies, but the one I chose I am certain it was his first and favorite one. Thank you for your beautiful prompt, I wish I could write all of them. Other Note: A huge thank you to @mrtnfreemn for being the best beta and friend. Lov u.  Made for the Scarlet Vision Exchange 2017! With each passing day of his existence, Vision got more impressed with humans and their deeds. They were doomed to the end, yes. But nothing would stop him from admiring the time he has, knowing them, learning with them, enjoying the miracle of life that they gave him. Since the Sokovia incident, Vision felt increasingly lost with his existence. He was created to save the world, defeat Ultron. Now that his mission had been completed, he had no idea what to do with his time. His appearance was very peculiar for walks through New York City, so he limited these small walks at dawn, turning his density so light that hardly was seen by the few inhabitants that came across. He visited the most beautiful stops of the city, he found out the reason it’s known as the city that never sleeps, he saw the human interactions in the distance. Vision was out of breath admiring the humans. Their laughter, their screams, their cries, everything was so beautiful. And he wanted so much…  And he wanted so much to live this. But he was not human, just merely a copy and he couldn’t live this. And it was then that he gave up wandering like a ghost and decided to feel content living only in the tower. Out of sight, out of mind… Right? Vision tried to interact with the Avengers as well, but turned away when realized he was not helpful in this hard time.  Tony Stark could barely look into his eyes. Vision believed it was due to the voice of his old friend JARVIS, but decided to leave the inconvenience of touching the subject for a less inopportune moment. Captain Rogers and Black Widow were too busy working with the rescue team of survivors from Sokovia, and Clint spent his days aiding Wanda Maximoff, who was going through an emotional whirlwind after the loss of her twin. No matter how much he insisted, no help he could give to any of them. A month had passed since his creation and Vision found himself in the middle of the night wandering through the Stark Tower. Despite going against all the expectations he had in the early days of his life, Vision felt something latent in the depths of his artificial chest. As he paced the main floor and touched the same furniture he had touched a few weeks ago, he decided to name the sensation down as lamentation. That building was his crib, home, and sanctuary. Say goodbye to it is to say goodbye to the only place he fit. Vision’s feelings confused him. How could an artificial being have emotions that belong to the natural world? Before he could spend hours stifling theories to understand himself, a noise interrupted his thoughts. “Sorry … I … Ahm …” He saw Miss. Maximoff crouched on a broken vase, trying to energetically gather all the earth that was spread on the floor. Vision did not know how to interpret the questioning look and the startled pause she made as he approached to help. He preferred to leave at the back of his mind the possibility of her seeing him as a freak. Gathering the earth, Vision suddenly stopped. He gave himself the time to feel the dark, wet sand in his hands, it’s texture, the way it slips from his purple palms and fall a few inches to join the heap of dirt. His eyes went beyond his hand to notice the contrast of his own color with the sand and it’s with the light skin of Miss. Maximoff. As he left his hand only a few inches from Miss. Maximoff, a twinge bloomed in his chest. It was not physical pain, the possibility of him being physically injured was practically minimal, such as being ill. But it was constant and, as he analyzed and counted all the differences between their hands, it increased. It might have been hours for him, but only a few minutes passed when the young woman withdrew her hand and their eyes met. In her eyes, curiosity grew just as it had that first day.  In his, only pain. “Thank you for helping.”  She said, after cleaning. She picked up the single surviving tulip from the floor as she stood up, and held it to the Vision, regretting this as soon as questioning appeared in the robot, android, man’s gaze. He took the flower anyway, touching it as if it was made of crystal, looking at every detail as if it as his first time seeing a flower. Wanda actually believed this was his first time. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” “Quite beautiful, and delicate. And purple.” His fingers touched the petals, admiring the difference between the purple of his skin and the one of the flower. “My mother had always wanted to plant a tulip.” She said, ignoring the lump in her throat.  “But in Sokovia it wasn’t easy to find them. You know… the cold.” “Did she like to garden?”“She planted everything she could, but it wasn’t much. Our apartment was too small for this.” She said, admiring the flower in the man’s hand. “But a hobby is a hobby, she would not stop to plant for lack of space. “ “A hobby?”  Vision finally said taking his attention away from the flower. “Yes … Do you know what it is?” “I am familiar with the definition. But human things have been extremely complicated to understand by myself. ““A hobby is when…” Wanda started as she sat on the couch. She looked at him until he understood and sat by her side. Satisfied, she continued: “We do something we like, for pleasure, for having fun… for distraction. My mother planted everything she could. My brother,” You’ll say his name one day, Wanda. But not today. “He loved to run. He used to go for long runs every day. The hydra men believed that he got his abilities because of this…” Vision was trying to disguise his excitement from finally talking to someone. He had spent weeks rehearsing trivial dialogues with humans, hoping he could fit in, but nothing could match finally talking to someone in the flesh. And, not just greetings or questions without meaning when stumbling upon the hallway but, to have a complete conversation. They were far apart on the couch, but Vision could see her perfectly. Her hair no longer looked as lined up as before, it was messy and full. Her eyes were swollen, despite the blurred makeup disguise. And there were her eyes… Her eyes were beautiful, enchanted, human, watching and doubting everything around. But there was something about her, like a lie. As if the smile on her lips was not compatible with her eyes. “And your hobby?” Vision asked after realizing that it had been a long time staring her. Humans don’t like to be stared, he realized some time ago. She laughed. “I don’t know anymore. I use to like drawing, but in hydra they did not let us to do normal things.. .” Her eyes fell on the immense window, as if searching for answers to all of her pain. Having found her answer, she said dryly:  “Maybe my biggest collection is death.” “Never.” And the intensity of this single word surprised Wanda. He only continued when she looked him in the eye. “You are such a strong woman, Miss. Maximoff. Vou have several powerful abilities, but none of them is to bring death.” “I drew as a child. I think it could be said that this was my hobby.” She said, not knowing how to form in words the warmth in her chest. “Drawing again will make you feel better?” His voice came out so innocent and hopeful that Wanda could do nothing but smile and nod. “Then I’ll get you drawing material tomorrow. But I think now you should go to sleep, your body is showing signs of fatigue and it’s late.” And she knew he was right. Without letting a smile leave her face, she said goodbye to the strange man, surprised of the nice time they had after everything that happened. Before leaving the room completely, she grabbed the sleeve of her coat feeling anxious and turned to Vision. “And your hobby? Do you know which one it is yet?” She knew that he was not human like the others, but his eyes did not lie. He is. After having such a pleasant conversation, she could not help but try to be nice to him. He smiled sadly at her. “I have no hobbies, Miss. Maximoff. I am not human.” But his eyebrow arched when he saw the rolling eyes of the beautiful woman in front of him. “What would you like to do? I do not want a melancholic answer this time.” Hypocrite? Perhaps.  But he really was more than not human.“I do not know.” “We’ll think something tomorrow, shall we?” Her smile was largest than any other given to him. Vision’s artificial heart beat faster, while nodding and seeing Wanda Maximoff’s smile as she left the room. They would talk again, after all. Maybe his social skills were not as bad as he thought. Turning and smiling at the sight of the immense New York, holding the delicate tulip in his hands, there was no more lamentation in him. Now he finally knew what he would do. He did not talk about the decision of his new hobby. Maybe it would not fit in the relation of only acquaintances that they had, but he already decided. His new hobby would definitely be studying mankind and ways to overcome mourning because he definitely wants to put that smile on the face of the beautiful Wanda Maximoff again. He will make her smile again.