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shywitchyfangirl · 4 years

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Tips for Beginning Spirit Workers!

Me? Posting something useful instead of just memes? GASP!

1. Plan communication and housing methods in advance. This is your responsibility, not the spirits’. Housing can include binding them to an object, binding them to yourself, letting them wander your house, or (my personal method) building an astral temple for them. Communication can take all kinds of forms, including dreams, hallucinations, Ouija boards, body sensations, intrusive thoughts, and telepathy. When starting out, you’ll probably be working with sensations and intrusive thoughts, and work your way up to other forms. An important thing to remember is if you’re ever unsure if something was them, assume it was. False negatives do far more harm than false positives when you’re trying to learn how to communicate. Assuming your spirit said something they didn’t might annoy them, but denying real messages will prevent you from developing your senses and harm your relationship with them.

2. Set boundaries and keep them! It doesn’t matter who they are, how powerful they are, or if they’re a literal god. You have rights, and they do not own you. Take no excuses, make no compromises. You don’t need to explain anything. If you give some spirits an inch, they’ll take a mile. I have a rule that no one can possess me while I’m on my period. Why? Because I don’t want them to, end of discussion. If anyone throws a fit about your boundaries, you don’t want to work with them anyway. If you’re planning to let them stick around, setting house rules is also very important! (”Don’t mess with the other human residents” is always a good starting point.)

3. Doubt happens. Even the most experienced spirit worker has moments of “Oh gods, I’m just crazy and talking to myself.” Don’t beat yourself up over it! Healthy skepticism is what keeps us sane. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad spirit worker. Try taking a moment to reflect on the times when your spirits did something that proved themselves to you, because I promise, those moments will happen too! One of my earliest moments was when a spirit possessed my and drew a bunch of dicks in my notebook before I even realized what she was drawing. If you haven’t had one of those moments yet, just remember the golden rule: You can’t be imagining it, because your imagination should never surprise you.

3.5 Know your craft, not others’. Related to the above, a big source of doubt is when you read about other spirit workers’ doing things differently. Remember, the term UPG (Unverified Personal Gnosis) exists for a reason. Your Mileage May Vary! Every spirit worker experiences spirits differently. Different doesn’t mean wrong. Figure out what’s best for you and your spirits, and have confidence in your craft.

4. Don’t trust just anyone. Not every spirit you contact will be on your side. Some have their own agenda, others just want a plaything. Some spirits will pretend to be someone else to get past your defenses. The best way to stay safe is to always trust your instincts. If a spirit gives you a “bad vibe,” DITCH THEM. Never give them the benefit of the doubt. There is not a single spirit you NEED to have in your life, and thus there’s no reason to give a sketchy spirit a chance. Aside from that, don’t just assume any spirit you contact will be friendly and benevolent. Most spirit workers go through a “vetting” period of at least 3 months before deciding if a spirit is truly good to join their team. Yes, THREE MONTHS. You don’t want to allow just any powerful astral being into your life, do you? Remember, spirits have power, and they CAN hurt you. If you wouldn’t allow any random stranger into your house, don’t allow any random spirit into your life.

5. Do your research! Spirits aren’t human, and they don’t have the same wants and needs as humans. Research in advance what the particular species you’re summoning wants and needs. If they’re from a pop culture series, research the series. Research their friends, family, and enemies. Know who they will or won’t work well with. If they’re a nonhuman character, pay special attention to their species’ attributes, such as behavior, communication, and any unusual needs or weaknesses. You are responsible for your spirits’ safety while they’re with you! Remember, there’s no such thing as knowing too much. The more you know, the better prepared you’ll be!

6. Respect their boundaries. Not every spirit wants to be worshipped, especially pop culture ones. Some find it flattering, others find it creepy. Similarly, not every spirit wants to be your best friend forever, and not every spirit is eagerly waiting for your call every second of every day. Spirits may be cool, but don’t be a stalker. Give them some dang space. Also accept that many spirits don’t plan to stay with you forever. There may be a few that will be with you until you die (or even follow you to your next life!) but the vast majority have lives outside of you just like humans do, and there will be a time when you don’t need them or vice versa. Don’t feel bad about them leaving, and don’t try to force them to stay. Spirits come and go, and it does not mean you’re a bad spirit worker if you lose a few allies. Your closest friends will be the ones who choose you, and those are the ones you really want in your inner circle.

7. Don’t call up what you can’t put down. Always always ALWAYS have a banishing spell ready, and be sure to start small. Practice with a simple Pikachu before you go summoning Arceus. And keep that banishing spell handy during the vetting period! Many spirit workers suggest doing a banishing spell after every summoning unless you plan on letting the spirit stay permanently. It’s also always a good idea to have some kind of restraint the first few times you call on a spirit, even if it’s just a circle of salt. Personally I like to keep one of my stronger spirit family members around to babysit the new guys.

8. Always stay protected. Shield spells are your best friends. Use them. Keep them updated. There is never a reason to not be shielded. There is also never a reason to not have your house protected. At least once a month, update your wards, cleanse and banish everything, and recharge your home’s energy. Don’t worry, you can set your wards to whitelist your approved spirit family and any specific spirits you want to lure in, but it’s best to not allow just anyone in off the street. Consider placing sigils around to mark your territory as your own, or you may find someone or something trying to move in and claim your house for themselves!

9. Know the facts about spirit attacks. The first rule is that you’re probably NOT being attacked. If you have to think “Was that a spirit? Am I being attacked?” you’re definitely not being attacked. Spirits are empowered by your fear, they WANT you to know they’re attacking you. One time when I was attacked, the spirit broke my rainbow fountain right in front of me in a way that made both separate lights simultaneously only glow blood red. That doesn’t just happen. And then they immediately and obviously tried to pull me out of my body so they could take it over. The other two times, the spirits tried so hard to suck me out of my body that it made me disoriented and felt like someone was vacuuming my head while my body felt cold. Spirit attacks are always obvious because they’re trying to scare you. Which leads to the second rule: NEVER PANIC. The more afraid you are, the more power they have over you. Stay calm, put up a shield, call a trusted alley to aid you, and banish their ass to next week. Remember, most spirits who attack are just bullies looking for a new toy to torment. Even a simple “fuck off” can give them the message you’re not worth the trouble.

10. Be prepared before opening up to possession. Possession is real, and it can be dangerous. With a trusted ally, it’s tons of fun, and you can even ask them to handle things like chores for you. With literally anyone else, you’re putting your life at risk. There is nothing stopping a strong enough spirit from throwing you off the nearest bridge. The good news is that forced, full possession is rare. The bad news is it can still happen, and it’s very hard to stop when it does. This is why it’s so important to vet your spirit allies before allowing them close to you, ESPECIALLY before letting them possess you. If a spirit shows any sign of not respecting your boundaries, get them the hell out of your life. Luckily, partial possession is much more common (when you’re still in control but either being influenced, or only your limbs are moving without your input). This version can be fought off via internal struggle or countered with a cleansing spell or an ally’s help.

11. Get creative with offerings. Offerings are Spiritwork 101. You won’t be getting a lot of help from spirits if you don’t pay them back. But the important part is knowing exactly what to give them. There are certainly things that are standard, and things that are easy enough to guess (Moon water for the moon goddess, flowers for the nature spirit, etc.) But the best offerings are ones that are personal, creative, and meaningful. Your fairy friend probably has a thousand flowers, but have they tried your pancakes? Would your familiar like a friendship bracelet in their favorite color? Hell, does your ancient ancestor want to try Starbucks? Also note that offerings can be experiences, not just gifts. Some spirits love to hear new music. Jevil loves to possess me and play games, or even just watch me play them. And Seam likes to be cuddled while he possesses a body pillow, or to be read to. The better you get to know your spirit friends, the more ways you’ll find to make them happy.

12. Recognize a spirit calling, but don’t answer them all. As you progress in spirit work, you’ll start receiving “spirit callings”. Callings are different for everyone, but they’re generally feelings of obsession over a certain spirit. You may find yourself thinking “everything would be okay if X was here” when you’re having a bad day. You may find yourself wanting to know everything about them. You might notice signs of them, such as feathers if they have wings. If it’s a pop culture spirit, you may start obsessively tracking down fanworks of them. If you can’t get a spirit out of your mind, you’re probably being called! This means that good things could happen if you work with this spirit (though it does NOT mean the relationship will last forever!). However, this doesn’t mean you should answer ever single calling. It’s always important to know your limits. If you already have lots of spirits hanging around, adding one more won’t benefit you or them, no matter how strongly you’re called to them. Remember, there will always be another calling.

13. Know your limits. Speaking of which, remember that you’re responsible for your spirits, and you should never take on more than you can handle. Spirit hoarding is a real thing, and it’s harmful to everyone involved. Know how many spirits you can handle at once, and know how close you can get to each of them. My astral temple is designed to let dozens of spirits come and go as they please, but of those, I’m only comfortable getting truly close to exactly two at a time. There is no shame in letting a spirit you no longer need go before bringing in a new one. There is also no shame in not being perfect. If you need some space for a few days, take it. If all you can muster today is a halfhearted “hello” to your familiar, do it. Your spirit allies will always be there waiting once you’re feeling better. If they’re true allies, they’ll understand if you’re not feeling well and need some time to yourself.

#baby witch #spirit work #pop culture spirits #Pop culture paganism #witchcraft #spirits #spiritwork #spirit companions #witch tips #paganism #shy craft

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huniebunny · 3 years

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Hiii <3

I didn't know how to start this but imma give you almost the same information with a little bit of change, and yeah i changed my mind over sending the informations in private chat.

Zodiacs: Sagittarius sun, Aquarius rising, Virgo moon.

Mbti: ENFP

I'm 5'1, 15yo Asian female. I have long brown hair till my hips, my hair is dark brown on top and it gets light brown on bottom. My skin is white and I have bruises and scars on my back and arms, they're almost healing tho. Brown eyes and I'm a little chubby

Explaining my personality is kinda hard cause i don't know where should i start XD

Okay imma start with this, my emotions change depending on the song/music I'm listening to kinda weird, isn't it? But yeah, i could be a the happiest person on the world till i hear a sad music you'll find me crying in the corner. And of course it's not always sadness that i feel by listening to music. You might hear this alot but I'm kinda of an empath. I'm not afraid of emotions but i don't like to show them to others, there's only a few people that i actually trust. I joke a lot but i have my serious moments. I can't get pretty honest whether its good or bad. Most of the time I'm very energetic, positive and i always think about the future cause past is something that we can't do anything about it

Hobbies: i play violin and flute still learning tho listening to music......i don't like it, I'm obsessed. I make a lot of scenarios with and without listening to music. Psychology is my favorite major cause i wanna help people who can't help themselves. I draw things in my small sketchbook out of boredom.

Dislikes: physical contacts and make me nerves and uncomfortable, even holding hands or a simble touch on the shoulder. For the people that i trust it won't be a problem if its less then a minute. Users, controllers and abusers of course everyone hates them but for me is something more than hate.

Random facts about me:

I have friends from different countries, personalities, religions...ect, cause i get along with almost everyone.

There are people that i dislike but i don't like making enemies so I'll act like they're a stranger unless. Unless they said/did something disrespectful or insulted my loved ones

I've been used as a child in school, by neighbors... ect. So i don't trust people easily

I can read and write Arab alphabet cause it's similar to my language.

Like i said theye almost the same with some changes but i hope it's enough (❍ᴥ❍ʋ)

Have a fantastic day/night 💜

You’re Matched With… Jeff...

What's your relationship to them?

How did you meet?

Honestly, he was minding his own business for the first time in ever. Then you came along and started giving him crap for the way his hair looked. He had amazing hair, thank you very much! (Even though it did look like a rat's nest)

First impressions?

He didn't like you. Not only did you talk bad about his hair, but every time he tried to get back at you, you ignored him!

General Dynamic:

Jeff has decided to be an absolute menace to you.

He'll steal whatever you use for music, so long as your attention is on him at the end of the day. He'll show it off too with a dumb smirk on his face.

He hates when you get psychoanalytical on him, further telling him some truths he really doesn't want to hear.

He'll poke and prod you just for a reaction. Throwing his arm over your shoulder for slightly too long, and so on.

Does he know that he's antagonizing a minor? Absolutely. Does he care? Not at all.

Other notes:

You've got the first enemy match up! Jeff really doesn't like the truth that comes out of your mouth, and if you say another word about his appearance, your music will disappear for a few days.

#hunie speaks #matchups #creepypasta matchups #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader

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ghosts-and-animals · 3 years

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'To the kind stranger that always smiles’

(Higuchi x reader)

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1156

Notes: First work for Bungou stray dogs! I thought there wasn't enough content for higuchi, so naturally, I wrote some:) Please leave constructive criticism. I tried keeping it as gender neutral as possible but reader sits on a woman only cart and reference being gay

"Are you sure you remember how to take the train?" Your father asked nervously.

"I do, and it's not like much has changed. I've only been gone for a year," It was true. You had done an exchange year and just got back, but the train couldn't have changed that much. Right?

Your father sighed and shook his head. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead before handing you your bag filled with school supplies.

"Alright, be careful. Don't talk to weird strangers,"

Your father was never the most emotional person, often talking monotonous and he wasn't the greatest at expressing himself, but sometimes, in moments like these, he let down a wall.

"I promise not to talk to any weird strangers," It was a simple promise, but it made your dad feel better.

"Goodbye sweetheart,"

"Bye,"

The goodbye was short, slightly awkward, but it was enough for your dad as he closed the door to the house. You turned around and headed off to the train station.

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━

Turns out something did change with the trains. They changed the train lines.

Normally to get to your college, you would take the subway on line four, but they changed it. So now, sitting in a women-only cart, on line six, you were silently fuming. You would probably be late to the time that you and some friends agreed to meet up but that was your fault. You should have checked the train lines.

You had been riding the train for nearly fifteen minutes, which meant only ten more left. You let out an audible sigh and looked up from your lap. In front of you was a really pretty woman, in her mid-20s with pretty blonde hair in a bun. She was wearing a black unbuttoned suit and a pair of blue sunglasses. She looked professional but oh so troubled. The woman looked exhausted, mentally. Like she was in a bad depressive episode.

You know when you see a dear friend not taking care of themselves properly and you just want to cook them a nice meal, kiss their forehead and tuck them into bed. Yeah, you were feeling the same thing about this stranger. You wanted to... take care of her.

The woman seemed to sense your staring and looked up from her hands in her lap. Her brown eyes were staring at you in confusion while you could do nothing but stare back.

After a few seconds of staring, you smiled. You had been told your smile was pretty and that it was your best feature. The woman looked at you in confusion, which was understandable.

'Why would a random stranger smile at me?' Was probably her thought.

After a second she smiled back.

And, you suddenly remembered how gay you are.

Because holy fuck, was her smile pretty.

She didn't look perfect. But it was the small imperfections that made her so pretty. Her teeth were by no means perfect. They were a bit yellow. Her eye bags were visible and she had multiple small scars around her face. It made you wonder what she did to acquire them.

"We have reached Yūrei platform. The doors will soon be opening. Please step of carefully. We have reached Yūr-"

The train transmission brought you out of staring at the woman in amazement? Gay panic? Both? You quickly gathered your things and stood up. You waved the woman goodbye and stepped off of the train.

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━

Soon it was eight o'clock and you were walking home from your college. The classes today we're pretty easy, as it was the first day back at school. But, you were still assigned reading one or two chapters. You stayed at the college library until closing hours and you were now walking to the train station.

'Maybe the pretty woman from earlier would be there?'

'But why would she be there at this hour?'

You shook your head and focused on the street in front of you. You were almost at the train station now. The dimly lit train station lights were the only thing that was lighting up the dark street.

To your absolute delight, the pretty woman was there. She was sitting in the same position as this morning, so naturally, you sat infront of her.

For half the ride she didn't notice you, which was fine by you. You, simply sat, admiring her. When she did notice you, she was confused but then she seemed to remember you.

You smiled at her, and she smiled back.

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━

For two weeks she was the highlight of your day, and you seemed to help her(?) in someway. She always looked visibly relaxed after seeing you.

So you decided to give her a gift. It was nothing extravagant, just a portrait and a note.

So, nervously clutching an envelope, you sat down in front of the woman. She looked up and smile data you before looking back down at her lap. She seemed to have a lot on her mind today.

After awhile the train transmission blared through the speakers.

"We have reached Yūrei platform. The doors will soon be opening. Please step of carefully. We have reached Yūr-"

You stood up and walked over to the woman. You tapped the woman on her shoulder and she looked at you with a questioning gaze.

"Uhm, Hi miss, I have this envelope for you. Bye," And then you fucking bolted.

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━

Ichiyō had gotten used to smiling at the stranger on the train. And to be honest, it was calming. The stranger was really pretty and their smile was calming. So, it was quite a suprise when said stranger handed her an envelope.

To be honest, she was a little suspicious. With her line of work she was bound to have enemies, and she had never had a conversation with this stranger...

But it was addressed 'to the kind stranger that always smiles'...

It can't be that bad right?

Ichiyō sighed as she opened the envelope. Inside the envelope was a drawing on a thin piece of paper. The drawing was very obviously of Ichiyō, but it was of her, from the view of the stranger. It was of her smiling, and she looked so pretty.

Attached to the picture was a note. The note was on crème coloured paper attached with (f/c) string. Ichiyō turned the card around and started reading.

'To the kind stranger who always smiles,

Hi! I'm the person that sits Infront of you everyday. You always look so stressed whenever I get on but as soon as you see me it's like you relax a bit. I hope that whatever is stressing you out soon passes:) I drew this picture of you, I hope it cheers you up!'

Ichiyō decided then and there, that maybe, just maybe, she could make a not work related friend.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd higuchi #bsd higuchi x reader #bungo stray dogs higuchi #higuchi ichiyo #my first language isnt english so please be kind:)#anyway enjoy

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angellbarnes · 4 years

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Kinda Like Fate

Summary: Your greatest loss has taken its toll on you

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader || Pirate!au

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None? Mentions of fighting, injuries and blood

A/N: This is my first original post on Tumblr. Thought this challenge would be a good way to start writing on here, so thanks to @wxntersoldiers for letting me take part in your 6k au challenge and congrats! Hope you like it 🤍 (italics are flashbacks)

A burning sensation travels down your throat as you set the bottle of rum back down in your lap. You like it, though, because it takes away from the pain drumming in your heart. It’s a pain like nothing you’ve ever felt before, like someone ripped away a piece of you and you’ll never get it back. Heartbreak.

You take another large swig and swing down the rope attached to the mast you were sat on. You land with a thud back on deck and watch as your crew are busy on the ship.

“Banner? What the hell do you call that? Put some back into it!” You yell angrily at your crew member. He cowers and avoids your glare as he mumbles an ‘aye, captain’ and gets back to work. Harder.

It’s safe to say that Bucky’s death caused you to become a little less than friendly.

Your whole crew is, quite frankly, terrified of you. One wrong move and that’ll be it for them. You’ve turned your pain into anger, taking it out on everyone else. Your quartermaster, Sam, is one of the only people who can be around you for a long period of time now, without you threatening him.

As you trudge back towards the wheel, you can hear footsteps hot on your heel.

“What do you want?” You ask blankly.

“You know, there’s no need to take your hurt out on everyone else. We know you’re in a lot of pain right now, and we all lost him, remember? Just talk to us.” Sam’s voice echoes through your mind and you take a deep breath. You reach the wheel and lean on it with one hand, taking another sip from the bottle.

“Just leave me, Wilson. I lost a captain, is all. If all you’re going to do is try and play therapist with me, you can go and swim with the sharks, savvy?” You snarl. “You’re better off talking to them anyway.” You mumble and he slowly turns and leaves. You let out a sigh as you cast your gaze to the glistening open waters.

Silently, you tiptoe along the wooden deck of another random ship you’ve found. You head below deck, searching for anything that looks of any value to you. You grin proudly as you lay your eyes on a sword, but not just any sword, it’s golden detailing with a ruby engraved at the end of the handle proves its worth. Hurriedly, you return it to its scabbard and make your way back up. Just as you reach the deck, a tall figure emerges in front of you.

“Now where do you think you’re going, doll?” The man starts walking towards you and you take out your regular sword, making the stranger chuckle deeply.

“I don’t want any trouble. Now, if you’ll excuse me-” You step beside him to leave but he’s quick to bring his sword out across your neck, preventing you from going any further.

“Hold on there, sweetheart, I think you have something that belongs to me.” He whips you around, pushing you against the mast, still with his sword against your neck. In the moonlight, you are still able to make out his features: dark hair that ended just at his shoulders, a sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes, evident even at night. A strong, muscular body and... a metal arm? The reflective surface of his hand and forearm are revealed from his shirt being rolled up to his elbow. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, making the scarring at his shoulder just visible.

“Now I’ve heard of Captain Hook, but this is something entirely different.” You state as you eye his left arm. He chuckles and looks you up and down, as if analysing you.

“Name’s Bucky. Though I go by Captain on this ship. Didn’t catch your name, love.” He leans in a little closer. You couldn’t lie that his presence was somewhat endearing.

“Seems not, love.” You mock with a smirk. You push his blade away with yours and spin so you’ve now got Bucky pinned as you were before.

“How would you like to join my crew, doll?” You narrow your eyes at him.

“I just stole from you and now you want me on your ship?” You question with somewhat amusement and disbelief.

“You seem like someone I’d rather have on my side, darlin’.” He grins. You contemplate for a second, knowing a crew and a ship is exactly what you’ve been looking for for a while.

“If you want me on your side, you better quit it with the nicknames, princess.” You scoff.

“Better tell me your name, then, princess. Huh, I like that one.” You roll your eyes at him while a small smile tugs at your lips. You part your sword from his neck and hold out your hand, which he takes.

“Y/n.”

When your mind returns back to earth you notice the tears that have begun forming in your eyes, threatening to fall. You blink them back and take some deep breaths, yet again settling for the burning rum as a pain substitute.

The first time meeting Bucky wasn’t a normal encounter, to say the least, but the two of you had a connection, this connection that you couldn’t really describe. You were like Yin and Yang; you balanced each other out and were inseparable, really. You became co-captain of The Avenger shortly after and thus your romance began and, for the first time in a long time, you were happy.

That was until a week ago.

You were down to the last few pirates. You could see their ship now sinking beside yours and a smirk grew on your face as you turned back to the man in front of you. The sounds of metal clashing echoed around the ship and with one final swing, your enemy collapsed to the ground, with a deep crimson seeping from his chest. You grin as you see the others winning their fights, focussing your attention to Bucky on the opposite side of the ship.

He was battling the captain of the rival ship and it was intense to say the least. You started to head over to help when a blood curdling shriek escaped your lips. Your hands covered your mouth as your sword clattered on the ground. The opposing captain had Bucky at the end of his sword like a skewer, a smug grin plastered on his arrogant face. Blood was seeping from Bucky’s stomach now, staining his shirt. You were frozen in place and with a small nudge, Bucky fell free from the sword’s grip and was swallowed into the depths of the sea.

His eyes never left yours as he fell.

As tears now fell freely from your eyes, anger rose from the depths of your being. You brought out your pistol, aimed it at the pirate’s head and shot. He landed back with a thud. You collapsed to your knees feeling empty. Although everyone from the other vessel was dead, this was not a battle you’d won.

The second time you’re pulled from your thoughts you have to wipe a few tears that had escaped, hearing the yelling of your crew. You now notice the ship that is fast approaching, no more that 20 feet away. It’s not huge but it’s not small, there can’t be a large crew on board.

“Should we prepare to fight, Captain?”

“Wait, Danvers, let’s see what they want. Tell Stark and Barton to get the canons ready but don’t fire unless I say so.” You order, eyes still fixed on the oncoming vessel.

“Aye, Captain.”

As the ship settles beside yours you try to see who’s on board. A blonde man is only visible and you narrow your eyes in wariness. He strays from his ship and uses a rope to jump to yours. As he lands you draw your sword and he raises his hands in defence. With the point of your sword you silently lead him to the middle of the deck and instruct your crew to tie him to the mast, which they do, and you lower the blade, stepping towards him.

“And you are?” You ask sternly.

“My name is Steve. I don’t want any harm. I just need some supplies for my ship. Some water, food, anything you have to spare.” He replies with confidence, yet there was shyness laced in his tone. Your brows furrow as the name reminds you of someone.

You sit on Bucky’s lap, straddling his waist as you play with his hair. He has his arms wrapped around your waist and a content smile painted on his face.

“What was your life like, before all of this?” You speak up, looking deep into his mesmerising eyes.

“Before I found my ship and crew?” You nod. He takes a deep breath and holds you a bit tighter.

“Well, when I was younger, the pirate life always excited me. I used to have this little wooden sword that me and my friend Steve would play with. He had his own and we’d have sword fights on the docks.” He chuckles at the memory. “We had each other our whole lives, until one day when we were older and got parted. I started this life and god knows where he is now. Who knows, maybe I’ll see him again one day.” He lets out a small sigh as he looks back up to you.

“Sounds like you two were pretty close.” You smile, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, thick as thieves. But then I found you, doll. It kinda feels like fate, me and you.” A smile forms on your lips as you bite down on the bottom one.

“Fate, huh?”

“Mhm.” He leans in to press his lips on yours.

You shake your head to try and rid it of your wandering thoughts.

“I won’t have anyone stealing from my ship.” You snap.

“Not stealing, ma’am, just need some help.” He pleads. At this moment anger and grief and almost every kind of detrimental emotion is bubbling inside of you. You take no pity on this man as you lift your sword above your head.

“Then let me help you.” Your blade comes swooping down and Steve squeezes his eyes tightly shut.

“Y/n! Wait! Stop!” A voice causes your motion to halt suddenly. Your eyes widen and your heart feels like it’s pounding a hundred beats per second, almost beating out of your chest. You sword falls at your side and you turn slowly to face the voice.

Your breath hitches as you stare wide eyed at a ghost. A very real looking ghost who comes striding towards you. Your breathless. Speechless. Only one, breathy word escapes your dry lips.

“Buck.”

You run. You run towards the lost love of your life as a grin spreads across his face. You jump into his arms as they encircle your waist and yours his neck. Tears prick at your ears as a sobbed laugh flees your throat. Your hand moves to caress his cheek just to make sure he’s definitely there.

“I missed you, doll.” He whispers with teary eyes.

You lean down finally to capture his lips with yours. The kiss is full of passion and desire, sadness and hope. Something you never thought you would be able to experience again.

Once the kiss was finally broken he sets you down in front of him, not daring to let go of you, though.

“What happened? You... you died.” He wipes a few tears from your cheeks before answering.

“I remember falling, looking at you before falling into the water. Next thing I know I’m on a ship. Turns out it was Steve’s, you know, the punk I told you about. Though I never thought this is how you two would meet.” You both chuckle and you mumble an ‘oops’. “Anyway, he found me washed up on this little island and managed to stitch me up and stuff and now here I am. All he told me was that he’d seen a ship and he was going to talk to the people on it. When I came back up to deck I noticed it was this ship. Our ship. Now I’ve got him back and you.” He smiles, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Kinda like fate, right?” You murmur and he chuckles softly.

“Kinda like fate.”

#wxntersoldiers6kAUchallenge #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fic #marvel fic

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its-ya-boi-autumn · 4 years

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sjdbfisdb your writing is so good!!!! i loooovveeeee the feitan ones so much ahg. im content starved. i dont know if youve already done this since i just found ur acc, but could you do one with with machi in it? maybe fluff? idk...

I've actually never done Machi! I love her so muchhhhh I'm an attention whore for her 😂😂 I didn't know if you wanted male or female, so I did this platonically and tried to avoid anything suggestive of gender (most of the time I try to do that anyway but still)

"Right on time!" you greeted Machi happily, smiling gently at her. She didn't return it. Must of been in a bad mood. Your own mood changed slightly, eyebrows furrowing and squinting at her.

"What happened? You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just ran into some trouble on the way here. " Her arms were crossed over her chest defensively though she finally let a small smile tug at her lips. You sighed in relief. At least you wouldn't have to deal with the bad attitude all day.

You wouldn't necessarily call it a date, mostly because Machi and yourself had been friends for a few months, but you'd offered to take her out to the small cafe just downtown of your apartment. To your surprise, she obliged.

"So, other than that 'trouble' you ran into, how's your day been so far?" you tried to make light conversation. Machi didn't seem to be very talkative in general, though she let her arms fall down to her sides.

"Eh, it's been okay I guess. It happened the second I woke up. Some guy just started banging on my door and yelling."

"How long was he there for?"

"Dunno, don't care. Must of been all morning." she looked away from you and instead to her side, watching for something. Her alertness didn't go unnoticed, though you said nothing. You wanted to avoid making her uncomfortable or seeming invasive at any cost. She told you what she wanted to, and that was all. You didn't want to ruin your relationship when it just started. Though, your own anxiety was beginning to swell in your chest. Who was she looking for?

"So, have you ever been to this place before?" you attempted to start a new topic in order to muffle the apprehension wrapping itself tightly around you. You even started searching for an unknown source of your worry, darting your eyes every where for a threat you didn't even know was there. Machi seemed to take notice.

"Don't worry, nothing is here right now." she started, "And, as long as you're with me, you're safe. Also, no, I haven't been here before." she chuckled at your reaction. You let your guard fall down and continued to walk with her. You had seen Machi fight before so you knew you were probably safe. Still though, you couldn't help but be wary of the world around you. Your hands fumbled over each other nervously.

One of Machi's hands covered both of yours, lowering them slowly. You met her gaze. She was... Gentle?

"Hey seriously, don't worry about it. Everything's gonna be fine~" she reassured you softly, never taking her eyes off you. The world around you seemed lighter now, better than it was a few moments ago.

The two of you simply kept walking together, bodies in sync with one another while you spoke. Machi didn't seem the domestic type, but right now she was rather calm and perceptive. Not only of her surroundings but also of your conversation. She was genuinely listening and giving effort to hold up with you. This in and of itself made you glow on the inside.

Eventually, the two of you managed to make your way to the small café on the corner. You would have passed it up entirely had Machi not pointed it out to you.

“Alright, I hope this was worth leaving home for...” Machi spoke more to herself than to you, and you knew she didn’t mean it offensively. However, the words still reached you in a negative tone. You didn’t let it bother you too much as you knew she’d like it a little bit at the very least.

There wasn’t much to the area. It was rather bland looking and unassuming for someone who was new to the café. Machi didn’t seem to mind though, even letting her guard down more. Obviously, despite the cream color of the walls and typical swirly cursive writing on the white boards, this place struck her as somewhere comfortable. Safe. Safe from whatever had been bothering her earlier that morning. A part of you wanted to ask her about it, to see if possibly you could help with whatever it was. The other part of you said that it was none of your business though and that it would just be better not to ask. You were sure that whatever it was, Machi could handle her own.

“So, what do you think?” you asking while stepping in front of her view, eyeing the photos on the wall of coffee brews and of food they served here. Machi said nothing, still taking it all in. You didn’t push her, at least not until the waiter arrived with two menus in hand.

“Two?” She held up two fingers. You nodded, tugging on Machi’s sleeve to ensure she wouldn’t be in the way of the next customers to enter. You snapped her out of her trance, letting go of her immediately so she wouldn’t feel alarmed. She followed willingly after you and seated herself across from you in the chair closest to the wall. The waiter set your menus down on the glossy wood and pulled out a pen and paper pad.

“Can I get you started off with some drinks?” her voice was pitched in a friendly manner, fake and rather transparent. Machi took a quick glance behind the waiter even though her menu was right in front of her.

“I’ll just have some green tea for now.” she started, her hands playing with the edge of the menu.

“Just an iced mocha for me, thank you.” you smiled at the waiter as she wrote down your drinks.

“Alright, I’ll come back out when they’re ready.” she said, placing her paper pad back into her apron pocket and walking off. For a few moments, neither you nor Machi spoke. Both of you stared at your menus, searching for something to eat. You hadn’t really found anything to eat yet since you had been feeling picky lately when the waiter came up and handed out the glasses with your drinks in them. Machi closed her menu and set it to the side, her hands folding on the table and her back completely straight. Was something off? Did she sense someone nearby that shouldn’t be. She seemed to be relaxed but on the off hand she was awfully aware of her surroundings. Not that it was a bad thing entirely, it just made you nervous. It made you feel like maybe you should be more aware as well.

Machi plainly told the waiter what she wanted and then turned her attention to you. Blushing you stuttered out something you thought you might want, even though it didn’t sound entirely appetizing. You were more focused on Machi’s mood changes than on your order. The waiter said something you didn’t quite hear and then walked off again.

“Are you okay?” her voice broke through to you. You flinched at the sound. Her brow cocked up in judgement.

“Yeah... just anxious, that’s all.”

“I already told you, as long as you’re with me, you-”

“I know! But your mood keeps changing, like you sense something somewhere and it’s making me jittery...” you blurted a little louder than you wanted to, drawing the eyes of some people close by. Machi took notice of this but made no move to meet any of them. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry... I just wanna know what happened and you keep making it seem like whoever was bothering you is still close by.”

“He is.” her voice was completely flat. You shrunk in your seat, head and eyes down to avoid her own. The monotone change made you think you had upset her, making you feel insecure of your next moves.

“I’m sorry...” you mumbled it, you didn’t even know if she heard. Machi sighed, pulling her chair closer to the table and taking a quick glance around the café.

“Look,” she started, “he’s not an enemy, he’s an ally. He’s just been causing some trouble lately and he’s been following me around. He won’t hurt you or me, so we’re okay. I don’t know about anyone else though.” she explained. Her voice remained soft, an attempt to reassure you of your situation while still being honest. A part of you thought it worked as your hands and legs stopped fidgeting about the table. Everything was going to be okay. Whoever this ‘ally’ of Machi’s was couldn’t of been that bad if he hadn’t already shown himself. You tried to calm down some more, just to not create a scene for anyone else. Straightening your back, you leaned forward on the table like she did.

“Okay, can I get a name?”

“No, that puts both of us in danger.”

“D-danger?” you uttered, feeling yourself shrink again. Machi’s eyes widened. She must of said something she shouldn’t have. Maybe she meant to word that sentence differently and just hadn’t thought about it. Either way, it made you start to worry even more.

“Hey, y/n, we’re okay. I’m right here. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you and I don’t think he’d even try to.” she tried again, trying to make sure you wouldn’t cause a scene. You tried to comply and calm down.

By the time you had actually managed to sit still, your food had arrived in front of you. Machi was already digging in before the waiter could set her plate down.

“You must have been hungry!” you joked, taking a bite of your own food, changing the attitude if the atmosphere once again. Machi didn’t laugh back, just hummed a yes in response, too busy chewing to actually speak. You giggled to yourself, hoping that whatever she was talking about earlier was just talk and that there wasn’t actually anyone there to bother the two of you. And if there was someone here, you hoped they’d just leave you be. You were having a good time with Machi, and you enjoyed her company. You didn’t want this to be ruined by some random stranger.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x Hunter 2011 #machi #machi komacine #fluff #platonic #cafe #”date”#my work #writing #request #fanfiction

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missytearex · 5 years

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If you know anything about me, you will know that I love fic and I try to read as much of it as I possibly can. I have loved so many fics from this year and these are the ones that had especially lasting impressions on me. I am so grateful to the authors for sharing their work, so if you check any of these out, remember to leave kudos and a nice comment.

Please note that this list reflects my personal taste and is by no means a “best of 2019″ kind of list. Fics are listed according to posting date.

✨Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices by @toomanydreamers — [fic post]

larry | 126k | mature

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

✨ The Lone Hydrangea by @lightwoodsmagic — [fic post]

larry | 77k | explicit

the post Hogwarts AU where Harry’s a florist, Louis’ a muggle who edits fantasy books, and they both have no say in how quickly they fall for each other.

✨ Kill Me/ Heal Me by @millionlittletings — [fic post]

larry | 92k | teen and up

The kingdom of Scotland hasn’t been in peace for decades now. In the heart of the country lies the rivalries, hate, and struggle of power. Amidst the chaos, five young men discover the meaning of life, friendship, love, hate, and heartbreak through their journey. Louis, who is struggling to find a place where he belongs. Niall, who will protect what belongs to him with his life. Zayn, who is learning to navigate through life. Liam, who knows when to use his heart and when to use the brain. Harry, who is set to kill anyone who will come into his way of finding the truth about his mother. From dealing with their personal issues to finding out the real culprit who changed the course of their lives, these five men are set to uncover the deepest and the darkest secrets of the kingdom.

✨ An Unbalanced Force by @kingsofeverything — [fic post]

larry | 110k | explicit

Harry has the rest of his life planned. Marriage. Career. Kids. Happily ever after.

But sometimes plans don’t work out.

That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

✨ Let Our Hearts Collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo — [fic post]

larry | 76k | mature

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he’s been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne’s family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he’s always longed for…and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU

✨ Consequences by @allwaswell16 — [fic post]

larry | 78k | explicit

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

✨ Shine On (You Crazy Diamond) by @larrymaybe22 — [fic post]

larry | 58k | mature

The year is 1974 and Britain’s glam rock scene is in full swing. Enter Louis, a broke and dejected student who finds himself on a tour bus of all places, working as a roadie for the enigmatic “womanizer” Harry Styles. Along the way, Louis discovers the cruelty of fame and that maybe there is more than meets the eye beyond the curls, cocaine, and crazy suits.

A 1970’s/Glam Rock AU

✨ The Changer and the Changed by @homosociallyyours — [fic post]

larry | 59k | mature

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians.

Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love.

When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene.

It’s a time of growth for everyone involved.

✨ After Dark, After Light by @becomeawendybird --- [fic post]

larry | 71k | explicit

Harry Styles is the laird of Clan Edwards who is just trying to keep his clan afloat when they get word that the Mackenzies have been cutting a swath through the Midlands and beyond, and their sights are set on the northern Highlands next. In an attempt to garner extra protection for his clan, Harry sets out to mend his father's past wrongs and ally with their neighbors to the west, Clan Sutherland.

Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses. As the winter draws nearer by the day, the two are thrown together to prepare for the invasion that they expect as soon as the ground thaws.

✨ Tired Tired Sea by @mediawhorefics — [fic post]

larry | 113k | mature

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

✨ You Don’t Care About Me (One More Night) by @lululawrence — [fic post]

tomlinshaw | 60k | not rated

“Nick. You’re into guys. What should I do?”

Nick snorted. “You think just ‘cause I’m gay, I know what you should do?”

Louis blinked at him and Nick admired his eyelashes against his will. “Well. Kind of, yeah.”

“That is not how this works,” Nick said. “Besides, it’s not like you can just go and suck someone’s dick to be sure you like it the way I did. You’re too famous to try it my way.”

Louis’ expression changed to one of awe. “That’s how you figured it out? You sucked some random’s dick?”

Nick shrugged. “Yeah. Basically. I mean, I knew for pretty damn sure before that, mind you, but that did solidify the matter for me.”

“I need to suck a dick,” Louis said, turning to look at the wall of Nick’s room.

“You could suck mine, if it would help,” Nick offered before he could stop himself.

Or the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

✨ ferricadooza! by @suspendrs — [fic post]

larry | 65k | not rated

Harry can’t even fathom the idea of surrendering; he’d fight ‘til he died, if he had to, anything to keep from surrendering.

Or, the year is 1963, homosexuality is illegal in the UK, Louis owns a gay bar, and Harry’s an underground boxing champion with an unfortunate enemy.

✨ Baby, I think we might be too cold to float by @forreveries — [fic post]

larry | 81k | mature

Harry is a journalist that goes to Lake Tekapo, New Zealand, to look into a girl’s disappearance after a year of no movement from police. What he finds instead is his ex boyfriend Louis, who, six years earlier, ghosted him after five months of dating in university. A story of trauma, secrets, and the power of finally letting people in.

✨ Not That Gone by @a-brighter-yellow --- [fic post]

larry | 61k | explicit

A few weeks after Louis and Harry, *ahem*, reconnect at their high school reunion, Harry temporarily moves back home. Louis isn't sure he has the emotional fortitude for a prolonged fling with the man of the dreams.

#fic rec #my recs #my lists #2019 favourites #long post

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nightlight9 · 5 years

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Sterek Week 2019 Day One: Mystery

Title: The Mystery of Derek Hale aka Screw You Scott

Summary: Something is going on with Stiles’ roommate, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Rating: G

AO3

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“You don’t understand, Scott,” Stiles hisses into his receiver. He’s laying on his bed glaring across the room as though that will be enough to somehow answer all of his questions. “There is something seriously wrong with him.”

Over the phone, Scott sighs. “Stiles, I think you’re over exaggerating. There’s nothing wrong with your roommate.”

Throwing his arm into the air in defeat, Stiles groans. “Aren’t you supposed to agree with everything I say? Isn’t that what best friends are for?”

When Scott laughs, Stiles’ scowls, though it’s more fond than threatening. “I don’t think it says anywhere in our friend contract that I have to agree with you when you’re being crazy.”

“Then we need to amend the contract immediately.”

There’s some shuffling from over the receiver as Scott bustles around. “Listen dude, I’m sure you’re just overthinking this because Derek isn’t me and you kind of resent him for it.”

That’s a low blow coming from Scott. They had been planning on being roommates for years before they started college. And then Scott decided that he wanted to take a year off before going back to school, leaving Stiles all alone to deal with a stranger. And yeah, maybe Scott would normally be right in his assumption. But he’s wrong about Derek. “No, Scott, listen-.”

“Stiles, I have work in an hour and I still have to shower. I can’t listen while you complain about Derek again. Just, get to know the guy. He’s probably not as bad as you think he is. Hell, you guys might get along so well that I’ll have to come down and kick his ass to defend my best friend title.” The image makes Stiles snort. There’s no way that soft, lovable Scott could take on all the muscles that Derek has. “Talk to him. I’ll call you later.”

“Yeah, okay.” He lets Scott hang up without protesting, then rolls over onto his back with a groan. Really, Scott doesn’t understand. He’s not being crazy. There are just too many things about Derek that Stiles can’t make sense of.

As though he was summoned from Stiles’ errant thoughts, the dorm door opens and Derek shoulders his way inside. He’s wearing his signature leather jacket over a grey Henley and jeans that are sinfully tight, and he looks good. He always looks good. It’s something that Stiles is still coming to terms with.

As soon as the door closes, Derek glances over at him. His nostrils flare as though he’s trying to sniff out an enemy, and Stiles closes his eyes. This is what he was trying to tell Scott. Derek does some really weird things, like relying on his sense of smell in a completely abnormal way.

“Hey,” he draws out the word, rolling over onto his side.

Derek has crossed the room and is standing at his desk, unloading a stack of books from his backpack. He glances over at Stiles, surprised that he’s talking to him. And okay, Stiles has never really tried to talk to him, not after Derek shut down any attempts at conversation while they were moving in by grunting in response to whatever Stiles said. But he’s still vaguely insulted by the confused tone Derek has in regards to a simple hello.

Still, he pushes on. “How’s it going?”

Derek narrows his eyes, staring at him for a long moment. “Fine.” His voice is curt, and Stiles thinks that will be the end of it. But then he asks, “How are you?” It sounds like a threat as much as a question, and Stiles wonders, not for the first time, why Derek seems so guarded.

He decides to be honest. “I’m already tired of general ed classes, and need to find the energy to finish my political science homework. But other than that I’m alright.”

Derek almost smiles, which makes Stiles’ heart thump uncomfortably. Then, as though he’s able to hear it, Derek tilts his head to the side and his smile falls away. “I’m going to the library,” he says, voice void of all emotion and inflection.

Stiles sighs. That was a fun conversation while it lasted. “Yeah, sure. Have fun.”

He closes his eyes again before Derek has a chance to do anything more than raise his eyebrows, and he doesn’t move until he hears Derek leave. As soon as the door clicks shut, Stiles rolls off the bed and settles in at his desk. Instead of pulling out his homework, he opens his notebook to a clean page and grabs his pen.

The Mystery of Derek Hale a.k.a. Screw You Scott

Can he actually smell well, or is it just a weird habit? Can I test this?

Seems to hate sunshine and everyday conversations

It’s not a lot, and Stiles feels a little bad about the second point, but he feels better about writing it down. Because Scott is wrong. Something is going on with Derek, and Stiles is going to get to the bottom of it.

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Growls a lot: scary and strange

Stiles knows that this is a weird point to put on his list, but he feels like it’s valid. He’s been doing what Scott suggested, and actually tries to talk to Derek now. At first, he seemed suspicious and reluctant to engage in anything more than daily greetings. But slowly, Derek allows Stiles to prattle on about useless things without immediately leaving the room.

He does growl though. All the time. He growls in response to questions, growls when Stiles tries to pry a little deeper into his personal life. And the one and only time Stiles tried to bring someone back to the room, Derek had growled loud enough that the guy got scared away. Stiles wasn’t really upset about it, the guy was a tool anyway. But seriously, the growling is strange. He’s not sure what it means, but he knows that it’s not normal. Scott thinks that he’s over exaggerating when he brings it up. Stiles thinks that Scott doesn’t know anything.

“Maybe you were raised by wolves,” Stiles mutters one day. He’s hanging off of the side of the bed, putting more effort into thinking about Derek than the readings he needs to get done for tomorrow’s lecture.

Across the room, Derek is sitting on his bed with his headphones on, typing away on his laptop. He must hear Stiles though, because his head snaps to the side so that he can stare at him. “What did you say?” His eyes are open wide with surprise that Stiles doesn’t understand.

“Hm? Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about this paper I have to write.” Derek doesn’t look convinced. In fact, it looks like he wants to argue. Instead, he just clamps his jaw tight and growls at Stiles, turning back to his computer. Stiles counts it as a win when Derek stays in the room.

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“Derek. Derek. Derek.”

Peeking his head out of their bathroom, Derek snaps, “What?”

Pressing a grin against the side of his arm, Stiles asks, “What’re you doing?”

Stiles would think that the eye-roll he gets in response is glorious, even without being drunk. “Brushing my teeth. Some of us care about our oral hygiene.”

He snickers like a twelve year old. “You said oral.”

Derek grimaces like he’s actually in pain. “Wow, you’re so drunk.”

Trying to sit up, Stiles doesn’t question it when the world spins. “Psh, you’re drunk.”

“Go to bed, Stiles.” He disappears back into the bathroom and Stiles sighs. Why doesn’t Derek want to be his friend? Why does he hate him so much?

“I don’t hate you,” Derek says softly. He’s sitting on his bed looking confused, and Stiles isn’t quite sure how he got there.

“You were bushing your teeth.”

Derek blinks. “Stiles, I finished that up minutes ago. Are you alright?”

He’s not fine. Now he’s sad because Derek hates him for no good reason, and that sucks. Why can’t they be friends?

“You want to be my friend?” Derek looks bewildered at that prospect.

“Duh,” Stiles agrees, rolling onto his back. “And stop reading my mind.”

“I’m not-.” He rubs at his face. “Is this what all drunk people are like?”

Stiles turns his head to the side so that he can stare at him in disbelief. “You’ve never been drunk?” He makes a motion to get up, but Derek is by his side in a moment, pushing him gently down on the bed. “No,” he whines. “Derek. You have to get drunk, right now. It’s very important.”

Huffing a laugh, Derek shakes his head. “I can’t get drunk, Stiles. And what’s important here is that you get some rest.”

He wants to argue more. He wants to go back over to Leia’s bedroom and steal the rest of the bottle of whiskey they had been drinking earlier. But sleep sounds too nice.

“You win this round, Mr. Hale. But one day, one day I’ll get you.”

Rolling his eyes, Derek pulls Stiles’ blanket up and over him. “Whatever you say, Stiles.” Before he goes and gets in his bed, Derek pauses. “And I don’t hate you, alright. I’m just not-. It’s hard for me to get to know people.”

Stiles pats at his arm, feeling better. “Good.”

Derek smiles slightly, and then moves across the room to climb into his bed. Before he falls asleep, Stiles tells him, “Good night, Derek. Sweetest dreams.”

He doesn’t notice when Dark presses a smile into his pillow and responds, “Sweetest dreams.”

In the morning, he remembers to add to his growing list.

Has never been drunk

May be able to read minds

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After his drunken night, things between Stiles and Derek warm up. Derek makes more of an effort to talk to Stiles, and he starts letting him know more about his life. He even introduces Stiles to his friends (all of whom are too pretty to be real, and Stiles adds might be a male model to his list of Derek Hale mysteries).

And it’s nice. Scott was actually right that, given the chance, he does come to view Derek as one of his friends. He still thinks that Derek is weird, and he still adds random points to his list when he thinks of something new. But solving the mystery of Derek Hale falls to the wayside in favor of actually becoming his friend. Besides, talking to Derek more actually gets him closer to solving the mystery (or so he tells himself).

One of the stranger quirks about Derek (which Stiles still hasn’t figured out), is that he always knows when Stiles is lying. No matter how small or how big the lie is, Derek always knows that he isn’t being honest. It’s actually very frustrating.

“If you had finished the assignment when I told you to last night, you wouldn’t be freaking out right now and then you’d be able to come to dinner with us.”

Stiles growls at him, glaring over his computer screen. “I’m not freaking out. And I did finish the assignment, you just won’t believe me.”

Derek crosses his arms over his chest. “I know that you didn’t. Stay here and finish it. You can come with us next time.”

It’s not fair. Sure, maybe he hasn’t finished his assignment, be he’s not worried about it. If he wants to go to dinner with Derek and his friends, he should be able to. Why does Derek get to tell him not to go? And how does he know that Stiles is lying anyway? Stiles knows for a fact that he is a great liar. Many people have told him that, including his father (with a lot of regret). How does Derek see through him?

“I finished the assignment!”

Derek shrugs his leather jacket on and grabs his wallet. “No you didn’t. Stiles, I’m not trying to be mean. But I know how freaked out you get when you push your deadlines. So please, stay here and finish it.”

That makes Stiles deflate. There’s not point arguing. Derek knows better. And, how could he argue with him anyway when he sounds so concerned.

“Fine. Whatever. Bring me back some bread.”

A smile curls Derek’s lips up. “Of course. Good luck, Stiles.”

Stiles grumbles as Derek leaves, ignoring how his heart is racing at soft way Derek says his name.

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“What the hell happened?” His voice is pitched high, but he can’t help it. There’s a gash on Derek’s shoulder that Stiles can see through his ripped shirt, and a purple bruise marring the edge of his jaw. Scrabbling to his feet, Stiles stumbles over himself to get over to the door where Derek is standing.

As Stiles approaches him, Derek curls his shoulders so that he can tuck his body against the side of the door. “Leave it, Stiles.” His voice is strained, and he sounds tired.

Stiles gaps at him. “Leave it? Are you kidding me.” His hands flutter in front of him for a moment. He’s never touched Derek before, which gives him pause. But he can’t let this one go. His hands prod gently at Derek’s shoulder, and he winces when the contact makes Derek hiss.

“Stiles, please don’t.”

He’s never heard Derek sound so soft, and because of that, he wants to listen. But there is an anxious energy thrumming in his chest that feels too much like a panic attack for him to ignore. “Derek. Let me help, please. I need-.”

There must be something in his voice that gives away his anxiety, because Derek turns to watch him. They stay there, staring at each other, before Derek slowly pulls away. Immediately, panic seizes Stiles. But Derek doesn’t go far. He only moves back far enough that he’s able to pull his tee shirt over his head, giving Stiles full access to his injuries.

There are a collection of bruises across his ribs and a nasty slash on his hip just above the edge of his jeans. Carefully, Stiles presses his hands against Derek’s chest, tracing his fingers from one bruise to another. It’s should unnerve him, being so close to Derek, but it doesn’t.

“What happened?”

Underneath his fingers, Derek stiffens. “Don’t worry about that, Stiles.” He wants to protest, but something in Derek’s eyes makes him hesitate. “Please.”

Swallowing, Stiles nods. “Okay. Just-. Are you safe?”

The question makes Derek’s lips quirk up, just a little. “Yes. Everything is safe.”

Just like that, the rest of the tension leaves Stiles’ body. His voice is fierce when he responds, “Good. Now, wait here. I have a first aid kit.”

Scrambling to the bathroom, he sends silent thanks to Scott and his mom for thinking ahead enough to give the first aid kit to him as a graduation present. It’s a monster of a kit, filled with everything Melissa thought that he might need one day, and he grabs it from under the sink with a victorious sound.

Derek stays where he was at perched in the doorway until Stiles comes back, and Stiles takes a moment to look at him before saying, “Come sit down.” Slowly, Derek follows Stiles over to his desk. He sits prim and proper as Stiles cleans and bandages his cuts. There isn’t much that he can do for the bruises, but at least the worst of the damage is taken care of.

When he’s done, Stiles sits on his bed and watches while Derek lifts his arm to test the bandages. “Thank you.” He sounds soft, softer than Stiles has ever heard him. It makes Stiles want to pull him close and protect him from whatever trouble he was in.

He doesn’t do that. Instead, he smiles gently and says, “Anytime.” There isn’t really anything else after that. Derek watches him for a moment, and it looks like he wants to say something as much as Stiles does. They both keep quiet, and eventually Derek gets up and readies himself for bed. Stiles tucks himself into his covers and lays on his side, waiting until he hears Derek’s breathing even out before he carefully gets out of bed and gets his notebook.

May be in some sort of trouble. Gang activity? A fight gone wrong?

Writing this note leaves him feeling dirty in a way that his investigation never has before. Somehow, this feels more real. But now, instead of wanting to know what’s going on with Derek, all Stiles wants to do is protect him.

—————

Light streams through the open window, and Stiles curses Derek for being such a morning person. He stayed up way to late listening to Derek’s soft, even breathes and making sure that he was actually alright. More than once, he had to resist getting up to make sure that he wasn’t bleeding through the bandage on his shoulder, so the early morning interruption is anything but welcome.

Squinting his eyes open, Stiles does his best to glare over at where Derek is sitting at his desk finishing a report. Stiles opens his mouth, ready to bemoan his existence, when he notices something. The bruise on Derek’s jaw is gone.

Sitting up quick enough that it actually makes him dizzy, Stiles stares at Derek with his mouth open.

“Stiles?” Derek turns to look at him. He’s wearing an oversized grey hoodie and sweats, and his voice is soft even though it’s filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Rubbing at his eyes, Stiles stares at Derek’s jaw. “What-? Where did your bruise go?”

Derek freezes, eyes widening in panic. Stiles gets off the bed, crowding closer so he can’t run away. “Take off your shirt.” Derek flinches. “I’m serious. Let me see.” He’s awake, so much more awake than he had been only minutes before.

He doesn’t think that Derek is going to comply. It looks like Derek would rather throw himself out of the window than do what Stiles says. But after a drawn out staring contest, Derek reaches back and tugs his hoodie off.

The bruises on his chest, like the one that had been on his jaw, are all gone. There isn’t even the lingering green color giving away that they had been there in the first place. With shaking hands, Stiles reaches out and peels the bandage off of his shoulder. The smooth tan skin, unblemished except for a small smear of dried blood, makes Stiles shiver.

“What the hell,” he breathes, running his hand over Derek skin, not caring how intimate it feels.

“I didn’t think about you seeing them,” Derek says finally. “I-. I forgot that you didn’t know.”

He wants to ask just what the hell Derek is, but absurdly, he doesn’t want to make Derek run away from him. “You’re healed.”

“Yes. I-.” They fall into an unsteady silence. Then Derek sighs, and meets his gaze. “You’re not going to ask?”

Stiles exhales. It’s a shaky sound. “I want to.” Gods, does he want to. He’s spent weeks trying to figure it out, for crying out loud. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell me.” What’s more honest is that Stiles doesn’t want Derek to leave. They’ve just got to a place where they’re friends, and it’s good. He likes having Derek in his life, and going back to what they were before, living beside each other without interacting, it would be excruciating. Now that he knows what it’s like to have Derek around, he doesn’t want to go back to that. He doesn’t want Derek to run.

Derek is watching him with a look of surprise. He looks even more surprised when he says, “I want you to know.”

Stiles can’t help but narrow his eyes. “Really? Because, up until a few weeks ago, I thought that you hated me. Now you want to tell me your secrets?

Despite the tense situation, Derek rolls his eyes. “I didn’t ever hate you, Stiles. I-. It’s hard for me to get close to people, and I was worried that you would figure out what I was. Putting up walls between us was easier than letting you in.” He takes a deep breath. “But that’s changed now. We’re friends. I came back to the room last night instead of staying with Boyd because this room makes me feel safe. You make me feel safe, and I forgot that you didn’t know my secret.”

His heart is racing, both from what Derek is saying and with the prospect of finally solving the mystery of Derek Hale. What sticks out to him the most though is, “I make you feel safe?”

Huffing a laugh, Derek reaches out slowly and takes his hand. Stiles watches, fascinated, as their fingers curl together. “Yes. Stiles. Last night you nearly had a panic attack because I wasn’t going to let you look at my injuries. You took care of me, and made sure that whatever had hurt me was taken care of. And then you didn’t ask any questions. Even before that, even when we were becoming friends, you respected my boundaries and let me set the pace. It drove you crazy, but you did it anyway. And even though you were trying to take notes and figure out what the hell was wrong with me, you still gave me my space.”

A flush heats up Stiles’ face. “You know about that?” His voice cracks in embarrassment, and Derek laughs.

“I could hear you when you called Scott and gave him updates on the situation while I was in the shower. At first I was worried you would figure it out. Then I was just amused by the whole thing. You weren’t malicious about it, you just wanted to know what was going on.”

Stiles blows out a breath, tightening his grip on Derek’s hand. “You could hear me.” Derek nods. Stiles’ mind is spinning, trying to piece everything together. “You can tell when I’m lying.” Another nod. “And your injuries heal overnight.”

“Sometimes faster,” Derek agrees, watching Stiles with bright, curious eyes.

“You can smell really well, and you growl at everything.”

Derek laughs. “Yes. You know when you lost that bottle of Axe your friend sent you?”

Stiles gaps at him. “You took it, didn’t you?” He pulls away from Derek to glare at him, but doesn’t move back far enough that they’re forced to let go of one another. Derek pulls Stiles back toward him with a laugh.

“It smelled terrible, and I hated it.”

“That’s just rude,” Stiles says, mock indignation coloring his tone.

Derek just shrugs. HIs smile doesn’t falter when he asks, “Have you figured it out?”

Stiles huffs. No, he hasn’t. It doesn’t-. It doesn’t make any sense. Nothing about Derek adds up. “Unless you are Wolverine, no I haven’t.”

Titling his head to the side and looking thoughtful, Derek says, “I guess that’s not too far off.” Stiles squints at him, which seems to make Derek a little nervous. “Okay, just-. Don’t freak out?” Using his free hand, Stiles gestures for Derek to go on.

He takes a deep breath. “I’m a werewolf.”

Stiles doesn’t react. It’s as though time stops in their room while he thinks it over. It shouldn’t make sense. Werewolves have always been a thing of fiction, not college roommates. But the more he thinks it over the more he can believe it. Sure, he’s going to do a shit ton of research as soon as he can, but he trusts Derek enough to give it a chance.

“Okay.”

Derek blinks at him in surprise. “Okay? I-? You believe me?”

HIs fingers tighten on Derek’s hand when it seems like he’s going to pull away. “I trust you,” he says honestly. His words make Derek shiver. “So what, do you turn into a wolf when the moon is full? Or are you more American Werewolf in London.”

When Derek rolls his eyes in a familiar way, Stiles feels more balanced. “Neither. I can shift at anytime, first of all, not just on nights of the full moon. And most werewolves will never achieve a full wolf shift.”

“Can you?” Derek talks about being a werewolf in such a blasé way that further establishes that he’s being honest. And Stiles is excited, not only about learning more about Derek, but also by learning about something that most people don’t know is real. When Derek nods, he asks, “Can I see?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Derek says slowly. “Not right now. Even though you seem alright, it’ll be better to ease you into that so you’re not shocked. But,” he sounds nervous, “I could show you my beta shift, if you’d like. It’s the shift that all werewolves can achieve, and it should be easier to handle than having me turn into a giant wolf right before your eyes.”

Swallowing, Stiles nods. “I want to see.”

Carefully, Derek pulls his hand away from Stiles, flexing it while his nails turn into claws. Stiles is enraptured by the sight, reaching out to take Derek’s hand back in his. He turns it over and runs his fingers across Derek’s claws, making sure not to cut himself. “Woah.” He looks back up at Derek, ready to tell him how cool and crazy that is, and his breath catches. Derek’s face has changed. He still looks like Derek to an extent, but he has fangs instead of his sweet little bunny teeth, his eyebrows are gone, and his eyes are glowing bright blue. “Woah.”

Reaching out and being all too aware how his hands are shaking, Stiles runs his fingers across Derek’s cheeks. “You’re not afraid.” His voice sounds funny around his fangs, and Stiles smiles.

“Am I supposed to be?” Derek huffs out a laugh of his own as his eyes close. He looks like he’s enjoying the way that Stiles’ fingers caress his face. Stiles likes being about to touch. “Does it hurt when you shift?”

“No. I was born a werewolf, so I’m used to it.” His eyes open slightly, just slits of brilliant blue, and it hits Stiles that Derek is still shirtless. He’s practically standing in between his legs, running his fingers across Derek’s face, and he hadn’t even noticed that Derek wasn’t wearing a top. Now that he’s noticed though, it’s all that he can think about.

“Stiles,” Derek’s voice is husky and weighted. Stiles swallows. His mouth is dry. With a smirk, Derek opens his eyes further, and the look he gives Stiles could set him on fire. “I can hear your heart racing.”

It should make him feel embarrassed, but it doesn’t. There’s something about the way that Derek is smiling, something in the tone of his voice that makes Stiles feel brave. He steps closer, letting his hands drop to curl around Derek’s neck. “You’re amazing,” he breathes, watching Derek closely.

Mindful of his claws, Derek reaches out to grip Stiles’ waist. Slowly, he shifts back until he looks like Derek again, green eyes bright. “I have another secret,” he says, voice low. “I want to kiss you.”

Stiles laughs. “That’s my secret too,” he whispers back, licking his lips. Derek watches the movement, and then, in typical Derek fashion, he growls. Stiles opens his mouth to make a comment about it, ready to tease him about actually being raised by wolves. But then he’s being pulled down enough so that Derek can press their lips together, and everything else falls away.

So Derek is a werewolf, so what? Kissing Derek seems so much more exciting than that. He’ll have time to ask all of his questions later. For now, he’s happy just to fold himself down on Derek’s lap, curling his arms around his neck to hold him close.

—————

“I’m telling you,” Stiles says into his phone, “there is something seriously wrong with Derek.”

Scott groans. “Not this again, Stiles please.”

Pressing a smile into his pillow, Stiles continues talking as though Scott had never interrupted him. “I mean, who likes pineapple on pizza. It’s a huge crime!”

“Stiles, I love you man, but can we talk about something else? Anything else? I’m so tired about hearing about Derek.” Stiles reaches his free hand across the bed, threading his fingers into Derek’s hair and marveling at the way that Derek leans into it. “You really need to let this thing with him go. Dude, you guys are friends now! So he has a few weird quirks, so what? You really should just admit that you have a thing for him!”

Beside him, Derek snorts. Stiles smacks at his shoulder and pulls his body over enough that he can drape himself across Derek’s back. “Oh? Didn’t I tell you? I solved the mystery of Derek Hale.” Turning his head and watching him with a curious expression, Derek almost looks worried that Stiles might actually give his secret away. It makes Stiles roll his eyes. “He totally wanted to bone me,” he announces, cackling when it makes Scott groan and Derek raise his eyebrows and mouth, ‘bone?’

“Great, so now I’m going to hear about him even more, aren’t I?” He doesn’t sound excited about that prospect.

“He’s weird and amazing, what do you expect? Listen though, I have to let you go. I have him in bed right now, and shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

Scott makes a gagging sound and hangs up without a goodbye, making Stiles laugh.

“He’s never going to talk to you again,” Derek says, rolling over as best he can without dislodging Stiles.

When they’re comfortably rearranged, Stiles says, “Yes he will; he’s my best friend. And that was payback for all the times I’ve had to listen to him pout over girls.” He tucks his head down against Derek’s chest, enjoying that he can hear his heartbeat for a change. Tucked so close to him, Stiles feels safe and warm. He’s so happy that he got Derek as his roommate.

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Two Sides, Same Coin

Summary: Since the beginning of Quirks, Yokohama has announced independence from Japan and closed itself from the rest of the world.

To this day and age, no one knows what lies within the city of Yokohama—or that was what the public was made to believe. In reality, Yokohama has long fallen into the control of the world’s largest criminal organization known as the Port Mafia.

Follow Class 1-A as their principal organized a field trip to Yokohama! In their short trip there, they must change their perspectives and learn exactly what it means to be justice and what it means to be villains.

Rating: T

Genre: Crossover, hint of shounen-ai (boy love)

Pairing: Contains mild Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya) and Shin Soukoku (Akutagawa x Atsushi) if you squint

Author: Canna / Yellow Canna

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CHAPTER 16

THE BEGINNING (NIGHT 3: TUESDAY)

This story has been beta'd by Momentary_Flight, Nanami_ontheShore, Shady Spades

“Jirou-chan…will be alright, won’t she?” Hagakure mumbled worriedly.

The three U.A students stood by the wall, nervously watching the doctor work on Jirou who was laid across the table. Her legs and arms were raised with random items they gathered to keep her limbs up so her blood flow would be concentrated around her torso.

Midoriya and Shouji didn’t answer Hagakure’s question. They couldn’t. The three of them just stared at Jirou, as if her eyes would suddenly pop open at any moment.

“Geeze, you people are acting as if she’s already dead,” the little blonde girl huffed with her hands on her hips, conceitedly looking up at the three older kids.

“Oh no! That’s not it…we’re just a bit worried!” Hagakure tried to explain, though no one could see what expression or gesture she was making.

They all had been so worried about Jirou that they had forgotten about the young girl!

“Um, my name is Midoriya Izuki!” Midoriya crouched down so that he was eye level with the petite girl. “You’re Elise-chan right? Thank you so much for saving us back there! You were very brave! Normal people wouldn’t be able to do that!”

The green-haired teenager had spoken with a voice filled with excitement accompanied with the brightest smile. However, the reaction he received was…different than he expected.

“…Did you hit your head?” The girl deadpanned, seeming to be disgusted by his behavior and even took a step back to keep a distance. “You’re more disgusting than Rintarou. Don’t come near me.”

Midoriya was completely petrified by the girl’s sharp words. Worst of all, he didn’t even know what he had done wrong! He couldn’t ask either, for the blonde had already walked away, going to the far side of the basement.

“Don’t worry about Elise-chan,” the doctor snickered, turning his head to look at the high schoolers. “She’s a little shy around strangers.”

“I’m not shy!” Elise hissed like a cat that had her tail stepped on.

“No, it’s alright!” Midoriya frantically waved his hands.

He watched the doctor turn back to Jirou. With the tension eased, Midoriya found his eyes wandering around the basement. It was a very empty basement. There wasn’t anything except the table, a couple of boxes and some old wooden chairs. Elise was sitting by one of the boxes and using a red crayon to draw over it.

“Hagakure-san, Shouji-san.” Midoriya turned back to his classmates. “Back then…when that person appeared, what did you see?”

“What do you mean?” Hagakure asked in confusion.

“The man that took Kyuusaku-kun. When we saw him…did you see anything else?”

“Umm…no?” Hagakure replied after some thought.

“Was there something we should have seen?” Shouji inquired.

Midoriya’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he remembered that gigantic tiger. It was just like he thought, Shouji and Hagakure hadn’t seen anything. He was the only one who could see…which meant there was something more to those goggles.

Or perhaps…the goggles weren’t meant to be used as a see-through tool in the first place?

Midoriya snuck a glance at the doctor. While the doctor himself was suspicious enough showing up in this kind of place, he was helping them and he had Elise with him. While Midoriya didn’t fully trust the doctor, he also had no reason to suspect him.

“I saw a white tiger,” Midoriya finally said. “When that man appeared, I saw a gigantic tiger. It was only after the goggles broke that I saw him.”

“A tiger?” Shouji’s brows arched up at the unexpected information.

“So…you’re saying that the goggles made you see a person as a tiger, Midoriya-kun?” Hagakure’s voice went a pitch higher upon realizing what could possibly have made her classmate see such things.

Midoriya nodded slowly. He recalled the form of that massive beast with claws that looked like it could easily tear apart a grown man.

“I believe that the goggles you’re talking about are Ability detectors,” the doctor suddenly spoke up.

Midoriya’s head snapped to the doctor, not expecting him to know anything and even if he did, wouldn’t have made any comment.

“Ability detector?” Shouji repeated the name.

“It’s a device that detects a person’s Ability,” the doctor explained while using a handkerchief to wipe his bloodied hand.

“That is the reason they are fighting up there.” He pointed towards the ceiling, turning around with a smile on his lips. “Those white cloaked men out there created these devices that can detect Ability users. The Port Mafia caught wind of it so they came to destroy them.”

“Why?” Hagakure asked.

“Simple. If this organization were to use their technology, then they will harvest many Ability users, even those that are newly born. That is something the Port Mafia cannot overlook,” the doctor replied.

“You know a lot about these things...” Shouji looked at the doctor suspiciously, then to the little girl who was still doodling on the box.

“You’d be surprised by how much information doctors can learn.” The raven-haired man carefully peeled his rubber gloves off, making sure his bloody fingertips didn't touch his skin. “Yokohama also has laws enforced by both the Special Ability Department and the Port Mafia banning any technology targeting Abilities.”

“Special Ability Department…” Midoriya remembered that Kunikida had mentioned this name before as well.

“You can come up now.” The doctor tossed his rubber gloves onto the floor and stepped aside.

At the news that the operation was done, the three U.A students all but ran up to the table.

“Jirou-chan!” From the hand print on Jirou’s arms, Hagakure was gripping onto her friend while calling out her name over and over. Unfortunately, Jirou didn’t show any sort of reaction.

Her skin was deathly pale and her lips a dark purplish hue. Her eyelashes didn’t even flutter in the slightest movement. If they didn’t know any better, they would all think she had died.

“Judging from her injury, the bullet that went through her body was about 11 mm and has damaged the inferior vena cava. I’ve cauterized the injury, but that is as much as I can do.”

“Inferior…vena cava?” Hagakure struggled to repeat the name.

“Oh? You don’t know?” The man looked at them in mild surprise. “Do they not teach you in your Hero school?”

They all shook their heads, not even surprised anymore that this man could tell they were Heroes considering how many times their covers got blown already. Right now, they just want to know if their friend was alright.

“It’s the largest vein of the human body.” The doctor pointed over Jirou’s wound. “In simpler terms, this vein’s function is to carry blood from the lower body to the right atrium of the heart. If you cut this vein, it will trigger a massive blood loss that can kill a person in a matter of minutes. Fortunately, your friend’s vein was only grazed and because you have been holding her with her legs up, you managed to keep the blood flow around her heart. She wouldn’t have lasted this long if you hadn’t.”

“Then...!”

“She will be fine.” The doctor assured Shouji whose shoulder sagged in relief.

“That’s great…!” Midoriya fell onto his knees, the tension that had been keeping him on his feet finally disappeared. “Thank you so much! Thank you!”

“Yes! Thank you so much!” Hagakure hiccupped.

“We can’t thank you enough!” Shouji bowed.

The doctor just smiled, saying nothing as he checked his wristwatch.

“The people from the Armed Detective Agency should be arriving to pick you up soon. What do you say we talk a bit until then?”

“How do you know we’re from the Armed Detective Agency?” Midoriya questioned, his muscles tensing in anticipation in case the man turned out to be an enemy.

“Oh? It seems you don’t remember me.” From his coat pocket, the doctor pulled out a piece of crumbly paper. The paper was filled with scribbles drawn in yellow and blue crayons. When the man flipped the paper around, all three of them saw the familiar flyer they were handing out just this morning.

“You were the one who gave this to me on the street, young man.” The man waved the piece of paper in front of the green-haired youth.

“I-I did?!” Midoriya spluttered, voice cracking from how high pitched it had become. Never would he have expected that response. “I’m so sorry, I...I didn’t remember!” While apologizing, he tried to think back to this morning, but there were too many people passing by that he couldn’t remember every single person who took a flyer.

“It’s quite alright,” the doctor chuckled. At this, the little blonde girl came over and stared at him in disdain.

“You’re still keeping that, Rintarou?” She eyed the crumbled paper with her hands on her hips.

“Of course! It’s Elise-chan’s lovely drawing! How could I ever throw it away?!” The doctor swooned, not even hiding the fact that he had been using the flyer as scrap paper for the girl to draw on.

“But…how did you contact them?” Shouji asked. After all, they didn’t see the doctor pull out any device and even if he did, would his device even work?

“I was accompanied by my subordinate when we stumbled across you, so I sent him to find help,” the doctor replied. “I believe I haven’t introduced myself. I am Mori Ougai. This is my daughter Elise-chan.”

“I-I’m Midoriya Izuku! Sorry for not introducing ourselves before!” Midoriya stammered and hastily gave the man his own introduction.

“I’m Shouji Mezou, thank you again for helping Jirou-san.”

“I am Hagakure Tooru! Thank you so much, Mori-san!”

“It’s always nice to meet young, aspiring Heroes,” the older man commented. “Though I must say, I didn’t expect to meet so many Heroes so soon, especially after coming back to Yokohama.”

“Were you in Japan before?” Hagakure wondered curiously.

“I may not look like it, but I once managed a pretty large company,” the doctor boasted. “Though I’ve retired and was traveling around the world with Elise-chan for the past three years. In the end, we find ourselves returning to this city.”

“Do you…like Yokohama?” Midoriya couldn’t help but ask. He didn’t know why, but he just wanted to know the answer, especially after everything he had witnessed in that fight.

“I do,” Mori replied without second thought.

Midoriya was a little taken back. It wasn’t as if he was expecting the man to hate the place he was from, only that he hadn’t expected such a fast and certain response without even the smallest shadow of doubt.

“Mori-san…you mentioned that Yokohama bans technologies regarding Abilities. Why is that?”

“If people were allowed to research Abilities, what do you think would happen?” The doctor questioned back.

“Ability users won’t have freedom anymore and there will be more bloodshed to capture them.” Midoriya said after some thought. This was the only answer he could come up with, linking back to what the man had told them about those Ability detectors.

Mori chuckled, seeming to find something the boy said amusing. “If Abilities are allowed to be researched, then Abilities could one day be mass produced.”

“Is that possible?” Shouji couldn’t believe it. After all, these were powers, not solid products that could be made in factories. Even Quirks don’t have something like mass production.

“Well, it is simply a speculation,” the doctor shrugged.

“So it’s to protect everyone?”

“Protect?” Mori’s smile turned sharp for a split second before going back to normal. It happened so fast that none of the kids were able to see it. “Well, it certainly is for protection, but it is more of a necessity for the future of this city.”

“The…future?” Midoriya thought over the doctor’s words. “So you’re saying that if Abilities could be mass produced, then all the Old Humans will become Ability users...then Yokohama will become no different than our world…!”

“You catch on fast, young man.” Mori complimented. “If every single human within this barrier gained Abilities, then this city would fall into chaos. Unlike Quirks, Abilities are dangerous because their possibilities are limitless. You can even pull a god into the body of a human vessel.”

Creeeak

Everyone froze at the sudden sound. The three kids turned towards the source, which was coming from the other side of the door. It was at this moment that they realized how quiet it has gotten.

There were no more sounds of destruction going on outside…just an unusual silence.

Within that silence, they could hear something coming towards them from beyond the door. Midoriya didn’t know how to describe the sound. It sounded like something was constantly being crushed and grinded into pieces. It was a sound that sent a weird chill down his back.

With their training kicking back in, Midoriya, Hagakure and Shouji moved to stand in front of Mori and his daughter. They braced themselves as the sound came closer and closer.

Midoriya only saw a flicker of something moving through the door. He didn’t know what it was, as it was too fast for his eyes to follow. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating but the next second, the door fell apart into tiny pieces—revealing a man in a black trench coat with black hair that was white at the tip.

The man’s hands were tucked in his coat’s pocket as he walked over the remains of the door, causing the wood to break apart under his feet.

Midoirya knew without a shadow of doubt that this man was an Ability user. It was the only explanation for how the door fell apart like this. But what power was it? With his hands in his pockets, it couldn’t be something that required his hands.

He tightened his fists and brought them up—only to be shoved aside when the middle-aged doctor’s body collided against him.

“Ah, Akutagawa-kun.” Mori walked up to the man with his hand also tucked in his pocket.

At the sight of the doctor, the man known as Akutagawa pulled his hands out, folding them behind his back and bowed.

“It has been a while,” the man spoke in an aloof tone.

“Indeed it has!” Mori nodded before looking back at the students. “Shall we go then?”

“Uh…go where?” Hagakure looked around—not that anyone could see her doing it.

“Out of here, of course,” the man answered. “Your agency members should be arriving soon. Akutagawa-kun, have you seen them?”

“No,” the man responded curtly, not providing any additional information.

“Well, I’m sure they’re on their way.” The doctor wasn’t the slightest bit bothered by the other’s lack of social skills.

He turned to Shouji and said, “Would you mind carrying your friend? And do keep her legs and arms up.”

“Should we be moving her?” Shouji asked worriedly. After all, Jirou’s condition did not look good. Even if her wound had stopped bleeding, it didn’t change the fact that she lost a lot of blood.

“Of course,” The doctor waved absentmindedly before turning to his daughter. Immediately, his entire demeanor changed and he called her out in the sweetest voice he could muster. “Come now, Elise-chan! It’s time to go!”

“I’m not done drawing yet!”

“But Elise-chan, don’t you want to change out of your wet clothes?”

“…Fine!” The girl tossed her crayon aside, clapping her hands from the filth before walking back over to her father.

“Let’s go then, Elise-chan!”

“Ah—” Midoriya wanted to call out to them, but the doctor and the girl were already making their way up the staircase.

The black coated man just stood to the side like a statue, making no move to leave.

“What do we do?” Hagakure whispered, trying to avoid letting the strange man overhear her.

“Let’s follow and see…” Midoriya swallowed, feeling those steel gray eyes lock onto him. It must be his imagination, right?

Very carefully, Midoriya and Hagakure moved Jirou into Shouji’s arms, holding her legs and arms up as instructed.

They were cautious around the man, but the other didn’t seem to care for them at all. They slowly walked around him, ignoring the way those sharp eyes followed them as they moved. When they emerged from the basement, all they saw was the ruin of what used to be a house. The house they went into was gone and in its place was nothing but piles of debris. The only place that was clear was the stairwell leading towards the basement.

“Hm…the air after a shower is quite refreshing,” Mori commented, gazing up to the sky to see the parting clouds.

Midoriya looked around at the destruction, taking note of how awfully quiet it was. Or perhaps the night was supposed to be this quiet, he just forgot.

There was no more screaming, no more gunfire, no more lightning, and no more rain.

Just…peacefulness, as if everything that happened was but a dream.

Within the silence, they could all easily hear the roaring sound of an engine coming from the distance. The three U.A students looked down the street to see a car driving towards them. It was a very plain and ordinary silver car, but the speed at which the vehicle was coming at them was anything but ordinary.

Hagakure let out a scream as the kids frantically moved back just as the car spun, making a one-eighty and came to a screeching stop in front of them.

With a light click, the door facing them—the passenger door—opened.

Midoriya, Hagakure and Shouji finally showed relief on their faces at the sight of the Armed Detective Agency President, Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Another sound of the door opening came from the other side of the car, but this one wasn’t as gentle. Yosano Akiko climbed out of the driver seat and slammed the door so hard that the entire car shook.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Mori-sensei.” Malice was practically dripping from her voice as she walked around the car, her red heels clicking against the cement road. Her eyes were wide with a grin on her face, making her look as if she had suddenly gone insane.

The woman’s behavior shocked the three teenagers.

In that moment, Midoriya was reminded of the first time when he had to engage with Villains back in the U.S.J. He was getting the same vibe as back then…except this one was stronger and more suffocating.

“Ah, Yosano-kun,” Mori smiled at the woman as if he couldn’t see the menacing way she looked at him. And just like that, he dismissed her and shifted his gaze to Fukuzawa. “Fukuzawa-dono. It has certainly been a while, hasn’t it?”

“So it has, Mori-sensei,” Fukuzawa said before looking over to the four children, eyes lingering on Jirou’s limp form a tad longer than the rest. “Yosano-kun.”

“Yeah,” Yosano walked over to Jirou with a small frown on her face and her gaze turning serious and losing that crazed look.

“Um…” Hagakure wanted to explain, but Yosano reached out, grabbing the make-shift bandage around Jirou’s abdomen and ripped it off.

“Be careful!” Midoriya couldn’t help but shouted out at how rough the woman’s action was.

Yosano ignored them, observing Jirou’s face that didn’t even twitch at her action. She pressed two fingers into the side of the girl’s neck and her frown immediately deepened.

“For someone who is no longer part of the Port Mafia, you sure are engaged in their affairs.”

“The Port Mafia…?” Midoriya’s head immediately snapped towards the doctor. This man used to be part of the Port Mafia?!

So he was...a criminal?!

“What can I say?” Mori shrugged. “My successor has no respect towards the word retired.”

He tucked his hands back into his lab coat pocket and looked towards the four children. “But retired or not, it’s part of my duty to ensure we uphold our end of the deals.”

“Ability,” Midoriya’s attention was brought back to Yosano whose hand hovered over Jirou. “Thou Shall Not Die.”

Purple rings made up with small characters appeared and circled around Jirou’s body. The three children saw purple light shrouded Jirou’s entire body before bursting apart into tiny particles, fading away.

The moment the light was gone, Midoriya instantly noticed the change in Jirou’s body. The first was the missing hole in her stomach. The bullet wound was gone without leaving any traces of scars. And the second more noticeable thing was the healthy colour in Jirou’s skin. No longer was she deathly pale, and her purplish lips had also become red again!

“What…!” Shouji almost choked when Jirou moved. They watched as Jirou groaned, eyelashes fluttering a couple of times before her eyelids began to peel back, revealing black irises.

“Jirou-chan!” Everyone could hear the tearful cry in Hagakure’s voice. The invisible girl jumped onto Jirou, causing Shouji to stumble back, but somehow maintain his balance.

“H-Hagakure?!” Jirou nearly jumped at suddenly being pounced on. Then she looked around, noticing the unfamiliar area they were in.

“What happened?” As soon as she spoke, she sucked in a sharp breath as the memories before she passed out flickered by. Her hand instantly flew to her stomach, but she didn’t feel the wound that was supposed to be there.

“Jirou-san, are you ok?” Shouji watched Jiro pat her own stomach, the confusion on her face turning into surprise.

“Jirou-san, do you feel pain anywhere?” Midoriya added.

“No…” Jirou slowly shook her head while eyeing her stomach. “It doesn’t hurt…wasn’t I shot?”

“You were!” Hagakure cried while shaking Jirou back and forth. “We were so worried! I thought you would die!”

“Well then, it’s time for us to take our leave, isn’t that right, Elise-chan?”

“Eh?” Midoriya quickly turned around to see the doctor holding out his hand for his daughter to take. “Please wait!”

He hurried over to the doctor, but stopped just a couple steps away, maintaining some distance between them.

“You were…part of the Port Mafia?”

Mori didn’t answer his question. Instead, the man reached into his pocket and flicked something towards the teen. The boy’s first instinct was to dodge, but when he saw what it was, he reached out and caught a small white card.

“Give that to Toshinori Yagi-san for me, would you?”

“Toshinori?”

“Who’s that?

Shouji, Hagakure and Jirou looked to one another, none of them familiar with that name.

“That’s right, you know him better as All Might, don’t you?”

“Eh?! You know All Might!?” Hagakure exclaimed in surprise.

Mori only smiled at her. Together with Elise, they walked away, casually strolling down the quiet street that was once filled with violence and bloodshed.

“Let’s go,” Fukuzawa told them as he too turned to leave. He walked back to the silver car and climbed onto the passenger seat.

The four kids followed and cramped themselves in the back while Yosano took the wheel.

“Buckle up now,” she told them with a smile. That was the only warning they got before she stepped down on the gas pedal—hard.

They couldn’t help but let out a terrified scream with how the car sped down the road so fast that the wheels were lifting from the ground.

“We’re gonna crash!!” Hagakure screamed when she saw how the car was heading towards a building.

Yosano didn’t slow down. If anything, she sped up even more and with a turn of the wheel, the car nearly flipped over as it made a sharp turn.

Fukuzawa sat there calmly with his arms crossed and eyes closed, seeming to be asleep while the screams of bloody murder constantly echoed from the back.

Shouji, Jirou and Hagakure were practically thrown to the side from the force of the turn while Midoriya clenched onto the door beside him for his dear life. It was also at that moment that he looked out the car window to see the night sky that was now clear of clouds.

His eyes were almost immediately drawn to the large full moon behind what looked to be a clock tower. On that clock tower, Midoriya saw two black figures standing on the roof. He couldn’t exactly make out their forms as the moon had casted a dark silhouette over them, but Midoriya could see the pair of gold and silver eyes looking back to meet his own.

Before he could get a better look, the car slammed back down and Midoriya knocked his chin against the car door. By the time he collected himself and looked back out, the clock tower was blocked by the rows of buildings.

The car sped through the street, going straight down the road until they came bursting out of the neighborhood the four teens had been trapped within for so long. They had gotten out so easily that they almost couldn’t believe it.

It was only when they began to see other cars and people that the vehicle slowed down, driving at a perfectly normal speed to blend in with the other cars.

Nobody spoke during the ride back to the Armed Detective Agency. They just stared at the bright light surrounding the street and the happy people walking about. It was almost as if they had come to a completely different world.

Midoriya saw a family of three walking out from a toy store with a boy hugging a robot toy. Seeing the little boy reminded him of Kyuusaku. He wondered where the child was at the moment, and whether or not they were safe.

When they arrived at the Armed Detective Agency building, they were greeted by all of their classmates who were outside waiting for them.

Aizawa and Toshinori were there as well, accompanied by the young blond boy called Kenji.

“Is everyone ok?!” Iida was the first to shout and rushed up to them with the rest of their classmates.

“It’s great that you guys came back!” Yaoyorozu’s shoulders sagged in relief.

“What happened? Did you guys get into any fights?!” Kirishima queried worriedly.

“Well…” Midoriya began, but was cut short when Fukuzawa spoke up.

“Let’s talk inside.”

All the children quiet down, as they all knew how much trouble they were in.

Thankfully, the atmosphere was brightened a little when Kenji bounced to the door. “Right this way please!” He sang in such a happy voice that it made them relaxed just a little.

Aizawa and Toshinori trailed after the kids, neither of them speaking a word. When they arrived at the Armed Detective Agency office, they were greeted by Kunikida who was waiting for them at the doorway.

“Come in and take a seat,” the blond told them, motioning to the chairs set up inside. There were twenty in total. The kids obeyed, taking a seat while the adults stood.

“I would like an explanation,” Aizawa was the first to speak up after they all settled down. At first, the students thought their homeroom teacher was talking to them, but Aizawa’s eyes were fixed on the members of the Armed Detective Agency and their President.

“What do you mean?” Kunikida glanced at the raven-haired teacher.

“You know what I mean,” Aizawa narrowed his eyes. “Why were my students put into danger? Why wasn’t there someone looking after them?”

“Your students are all sixteen,” the blond-haired man pointed out. “They should have been fully capable of looking after themselves. The only reason we had someone looking after them on the first day was to make sure they obeyed the rules of Yokohama. After the first warning, I didn’t think it was necessary to continue monitoring them.”

“That’s—”

“First,” the President cut in, “why don’t we have the students tell us what happened?”

In the end, Iida was the one who retold the story of how they got themselves into the situation…including how it was Kaminari and Mineta who got the location of the nightclub. After that, Midoriya took over in explaining the events of what happened after separating from the large group to chase after Kyuusaku.

The adults listened quietly without any interruptions. It was only when Midoriya mentioned Jirou getting shot that the class as well as their teachers retracted.

“Jirou-san, you were shot?!” Yaoyorozu shot up from her seat in alarm.

“Ah, I’m fine now, look,” Jirou lifted her shirt for everyone to see. “There’s not even a scar!”

Although Midoriya saw it happen with his own eyes, he couldn’t help but gawk at Jirou’s stomach again. Never in his entire life has he heard of any Quirk which could heal someone flawlessly like that. Jirou was not only shot, but she had also suffered heavy blood loss. She wasn’t even conscious, yet with just a wave of Yosano’s hand she woke up absolutely fine.

Rather than calling it healing, it was more like time had rewound on her body—returning her back to when she was in perfect condition.

“Let me see,” Aizawa pushed aside the kids and made his way over with Toshinori. The two teachers inspected the wound, but no matter how hard they looked, they couldn’t figure out just where the girl had been shot.

“What happened?” Aizawa questioned with a frown on his face.

“Yosano-san healed Jirou-chan,” Hagakure replied.

Aizawa glanced back to Yosano who met his gaze with a smirk.

“Let’s hear the rest. What happened afterward?” Kunikida looked back to Midoriya.

“Ah, yes!” Midoriya picked up from where he got interrupted. “After Jirou-san was shot, we ran into the alleyway and…”

Midoriya trailed off when the image of that woman’s head and her face flickered through his mind. It was an image he had tried hard not to think about, but now that they were safe, he involuntarily remembered it.

The woman’s dead gaze, the temperature of her head and the texture of her hair…

He couldn’t stop the sudden nausea in his stomach. He bent over and gagged, but there was nothing more his stomach could throw out.

“Deku-kun!”

“Midoriya!”

“Midoriya-kun!”

“Get back, he needs air,” Aizawa ordered, stopping the others from getting close.

“Young Midoriya, are you alright?” Toshinori rushed to his side almost immediately and crouched down next to him.

“Y-yeah…” Midoriya blinked away the tears that had come out while gasping for air. “Sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” Aizawa told him before turning to Shouji. “Shouji, continue for Midoriya.”

“Yes…” Shouji nodded, knowing full well what had made Midoriya react in such a way. He finished telling everyone the story, including their meeting with the doctor who turned out to be a former member of the Port Mafia.

“That’s right!” Midoriya remembered the card pulled it out from his pocket. “That man, Mori-san wanted me to hand this to you, All Might.”

“To me?” Toshinori accepted the card from his pupil. He looked down and realized that this was a simple looking business card with the name of a clinic. He flipped the card around and saw the address of the clinic on the back with words written on the space below in fine black ink.

Wednesday 12:00 pm

“An acquaintance of yours?” Aizawa asked, looking down at the card as well.

“I’m not sure…” Toshinori replied unsurely. He racked his brains, but he couldn’t think of any Mori he may know of.

“He seemed to know you, All Might,” Hagakure added helpfully. That only made Toshinori’s brows furrow even more.

Unable to think of anyone, he decided to think about it later and tucked the business card into his own pocket.

“I think you owe us some explanation.” Aizawa had turned his attention back to the members of the Armed Detective Agency. “It’s too much of a coincidence that my students would head to the nightclub in an unpopulated area and get caught up in a war.”

“You’re right, it was no coincidence,” the President answered, looking back at the teacher calmly. “But we were not the ones who have set your students up.”

“But you knew it would happen.” Aizawa stated with full certainty.

Fukuzawa said nothing to deny it.

“If I may, your students are partly at fault for being so easily led by the Port Mafia,” Kunikida cut in. “Going to the night club is one thing, but if they hadn’t insisted on following some kid, they could still come back without getting caught up in the battle.”

“But Kyuusaku-chan was—”

“Look,” Kunikida sighed, holding up a hand to stop the invisible girl. He seemed tired of constantly repeating himself. “I will say it one more time, do you really think any ordinary kid would show up in that kind of place late in the night? Especially now, after knowing there was a battle so close by?”

“But we can’t just—” Iida wanted to argue, but Kunikida was already done.

The blond knew by now that no matter what he said, these Heroes wouldn’t understand. They simply don’t know the danger children could bring—especially if they were Ability users.

“Even if your students didn’t go to the nightclub and if the Port Mafia wished them to be involved, then there was no way to avoid it.” Fukuzawa said, pulling the blame off the students and onto the Port Mafia.

“You told us that as long as the children don’t use their Quirks, they won’t be in danger.” Toshinori said. “But they got involved in a battle and one of them was shot.”

“Are they in danger now, then?” Kunikida made his point by glancing over to Jirou.

“You know that’s not what we meant,” Aizawa snapped. “This wasn’t what was promised when we made the deal and came to Yokohama.”

“No, your deal is correct,” Fukuzawa replied. “But your deal was not with us.”

“What do you mean?” Toshinori didn’t know why, but he was starting to feel like the mystery was slowly starting to piece together, like he was reaching the answer of something, but just hasn’t grasped it yet.

“We, the Armed Detective Agency, were not the one who made the agreement with U.A to allow you into Yokohama.” Fukuzawa explained. “We were simply requested to take you in and have your students learn from us.”

“What…?” The two teachers’ eyes widened.

Their agreement wasn’t with the Armed Detective Agency?

Wasn’t Nezu’s old friend someone from the Armed Detective Agency? Aizawa and Toshinori even assumed that Fukuzawa was Nezu’s old friend, given the other’s age. While Nedzu didn’t make it clear, he also seemed to think his old friend was someone in the Armed Detective Agency.

“Who made this arrangement?” Aizawa hurriedly asked.

“The boss of the Port Mafia,” Kunikida replied. “He was the one who called us and had us take you in.”

“What?” Toshinori almost couldn’t believe his own ears. They all assumed it was the Armed Detective Agency that struck a deal with the Port Mafia…but it was the other way around?

“What is it? What’s going on?” Kirishima looked around, not following the conversation at all.

“Just shut the hell up,” Bakugou growled beside him.

“I know you have many questions, but we are not the ones who can provide you with answers,” Fukuzawa said. “The Armed Detective Agency merely took you in due to a favour I owe to the Port Mafia.”

“And what is this favour do you owe them that would make you take in twenty kids from a Hero school?” Aizawa didn’t like the sound of where this was going.

“A month back, the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia were both attacked by an organization known as the Rats in the House of the Dead,” Kunikida explained. “The mastermind behind the organization is an Ability user from Russia. Both the President and an Executive who is the second-hand of the Port Mafia boss were hit by a cannibalizing Ability.”

“Cannibalizing?” Uraraka paled just hearing the name.

“As in…that cannibalizing?!” Aoyama squeaked.

“Is there any other meaning for cannibalizing?” Sero whispered helpfully.

“It is a viral Ability that contains minuscule supernatural lifeforms that grow into maturity in forty-eight hours and eat through the hosts’ bodies. There are only two ways to stop this Ability,” Yosano took over the conversation and held up a finger. “The first is that if one of the two hosts dies, the Ability will disappear.”

She then held up another finger.

“The second is to find the Ability user and make them cancel their Ability.”

“I want to hear your opinions as the future Heroes of the outside world.” Fukuzawa said seriously, looking at the children. “If the leader of the League of Villain, Shigaraki Tomura and Aizawa-san were infected by such an Ability, what would you do?”

“Of course we find the mastermind and beat the crap outta them!” Bagkuou roared, smacking his right fist into his left palm.

“Yeah! We’ll just find the guy and stop that Ability!” Kirishima shouted, pumping a fist into the air.

“There’s forty-eight hours! There’s plenty of time for us to find them!” Sero added.

Midoriya nodded in agreement with Todoroki.

The rest of the class more or less gave the same response, all of them agreeing to find the mastermind instead of going for the head of the other host.

“Is that so?” Fukuzawa muttered quietly, not even surprised by the children’s response.

“Is that not what the Armed Detective Agency did?” Iida asked, not noticing how the looks in Armed Detective Agency members’ eyes had changed.

“We chose to kill the Port Mafia Executive.” Yosano stated bluntly, startling all of the children.

“W…what?” Midoirya choked out, unable to believe what he heard.

They chose to kill the other?

Why?

That didn’t make any sense,

They can understand if the Port Mafia came to kill the Armed Detective Agency President, but for them to target the Port Mafia Executive? Certainly the other may be a criminal, but to kill them just so the other could survive?

And wouldn’t that just be playing into the mastermind’s hand?

“I will tell you the real reason why you were sent to us,” Fukuzawa suddenly announced.

“Why did you decide to explain all of a sudden?” Aizawa eyed the man skeptically.

“Because I’ve decided to allow your students to observe us for the remainder of your stay within Yokohama.”

“So you were never planning on letting us stay long,” Toshinori muttered. He wasn’t surprised. Since the first time he met the President, he has noticed how aloof the other was. Despite having so many additional people within his agency, he never showed up again until tonight.

“I hold no ill will towards you or your students,” Fukuzawa began. “Even if it’s to repay the Port Mafia, I do not want to let innocent people that have nothing to do with Yokohama get involved in Yokohama’s affair.”

“What changed?”

Fukuzawa didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to their Agency’s physician. “Yosano-kun.”

“My Ability is called Thou Shall Not Die,” Yosano started with a wave of her hand. “My Ability allows me to heal any injuries without any exceptions.”

“Any?!” Ashido gasped.

“Any,” Yosano repeated with a devilish smirk. “Even if you were to have your arms and legs chopped off, or had your organs ripped out...as long as you have a breath left in you, I can fully heal you.”

She paused to let the information sink into the Heroes who were all gawking at her in shock. Such power was unheard of. Just thinking how many people she could save if her power was to be used in their world…!

It wasn’t just the kids who were overwhelmed by the news.

Even Aizawa and Toshinori were caught off guard by the revelation of such a huge secret. As long as Yosano stood, there won’t ever be a single death around her. This was a power that people around the world could only ever dream of because such a convenient power did not exist—or so they thought.

“The condition to use my power isn’t as simple as you think,” Yosano told them. “To activate my power, my patient must be in critical condition. In other words, if I want to heal a minor wound, I have to half kill my patients first.”

“But you’ll be able to heal them back? That’s amazing!!” Ashido blurted out with sparkling eyes.

“Wait…then back then, when Jirou-chan’s…!” Hagakure’s voice trailed off as everyone looked towards Jirou.

The raven-haired girl blinked, feeling a bit self-conscious with all the eyes on her as she turned to Yosano. “So, uh, I almost died?” She absentmindedly rubbed a hand over where she remembered she was shot in.

“Are you familiar with Hypovolemic Shock?” Yosano asked, though she didn’t wait for any response and continued on. “You lost over half of your body’s blood. The lack of oxygen circulating in your body has already begun to destroy your cells. By the time I arrived, you were already in a coma.”

“Eh?” Midoriya’s eyes widened as he recalled how Jirou wouldn’t wake up no matter how Hagakure called her. He knew she had passed out from blood lost, but a coma?

“That’s why that man appeared…it was to save Jirou-san until Yosano-san could get to us,” Shouji muttered.

“Yosano-san…your power also allows you to bring back someone from a coma?” Yaoyorozu inquired.

Yosano ignored the ponytailed girl and continued to focus on Jirou, as if she was trying to capture the slightest movement she would make.

“I see, so that’s what happened…” Jirou looked up to Yosano and smiled. “Thank you for saving me, Yosano-san.”

Yosano’s eyes widened lightly, but she swiftly recovered herself and let out a small snort “Aren’t you a good girl?”

“Eh?”

“No, it’s nothing.” Yosano waved and walked back to stand next to Fukuzawa.

“Well then, do you now understand why the Port Mafia sent you to us?” Kunikida observed the kids, then to the two teachers whose eyes were fixed on Yosano. It seemed that the two pro Heroes had already realized the situation they were in.

“I see!” Midoriya gasped as he jumped out of his seat, startling Ojiro and Sero sitting beside him. “It all makes sense now!”

“What? What makes sense?” Kirishima asked, looking around to see if anyone got what Midoriya was getting.

“Are you a moron?” Bakugou snapped before his crimson eyes shifted back to Yosano.

“Remember what they fucking said? As long as we don’t use Quirks, we’ll be safe. But ear jacks over there got injured even though she didn’t do a damn thing!”

“I see…so that’s it!” Iida gasped while Yaoyorozu seemed to have gone into deep thoughts.

“Uh…what does that mean?” Uraraka asked while sheepishly scratching the back of her head.

“It means that even if we don’t use our Quirks, we could be in dangerous situations and even get hurt, but as long as we don’t use our Quirks, the Port Mafia can’t let us die. They will have to protect us until Yosano-san comes to heal us! This is what they meant by us being safe!”

“It also fucking means that these Mafia shits got plans to put us in danger just like tonight, isn’t that right?!” Bakugou smirked widely at Kunikida.

“And if we use our Quirks in those dangerous situations, the Port Mafia will kill us,” Midoriya finished, hand moving up to touch his neck.

“Yes…” Kunikida adjusted his glasses. “Precisely.”

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“There’s another one alive! Hurry and bring the stretcher!”

Bang

The echoing sound of gunfire resounded in the air as a man in a black suit stepped away from the body of a white cloaked man.

“Enemy survivors discovered in block C. They’ve been terminated,” the black suited man reported to his earpiece before continuing to check the bodies littered over the street, searching for anyone alive amongst the corpses.

“So these two are the Ability users from Mockingbird?” Higuchi Ichiyou walked up to two white cloaked men lying on the ground, bound in thick chains.

“Yes,” one of the men guarding the enemy replied. “The one on the left is the electricity Ability user and the other is the one creating the miasma.”

“How many sedatives were injected?”

“Four. It should be enough to keep them down for an entire day.”

Higuchi nodded just as a black van drove up to them. “Move them into the vehicle with caution. It’s possible that they still have comrades around.”

“I believe there is no need to worry about that.” an elderly voice cut in.

Higuchi turned around to see the Commander of the Black Lizard making his way over to them. At the sight of the man, the other Port Mafia grunts immediately tucked their hands behind their backs and bowed towards him.

“Hirotsu-san,” the blond-haired woman was slightly surprised by the sight of the old man. “Welcome back from your break.”

“It seems I have returned at the right time,” Hirotsu commented, looking over at the two bounded Ability users. “No, or perhaps this was all within his calculation…”

“Hirotsu-san?” Higuchi blinked, not catching what the man had just said.

“Who are these gentlemen, Higuchi-kun?”

“They are the leaders of the organization Mockingbird.” Higuchi replied. “A couple days ago, we received word that this organization created devices that allow you to detect Ability users.”

“Ho?” Hirotsu arched his brow with great interest. “That’s quite the achievement. What about the data?”

“Akutagawa-senpai should be—” Before the woman could even finish, there was a huge explosion in the distance. She turned around and saw black smoke towering into the night sky.

“It seems that they have been successfully destroyed,” Hirotsu chuckled. “But to go against the Port Mafia’s rule and secretly develop such technology…either they were confident in their strength, or there is a third party involved.”

“Yes…we’re still investigating that matter. Fortunately, it’s only a prototype with limited functions. At the moment, we’re disposing every single device—”

Another explosion sounded at that moment. This time it was from the complete opposite direction of the first one.

Hirotsu gave one glance to the second explosion before he smiled. “There really is no place like home.”

“So Hirotsu-san, did you come here for something?” Higuchi asked, glancing down at the case in his hand.

“Yes,” Hirotsu looked down the street to see a dark figure walking towards them. At the sight of the man, all the men and women in black suits around once more had to stop whatever they were doing and bow.

Within the silence, everyone could hear the light coughs the man was trying to suppress.

“Akutagawa-sama,” Hirotsu bowed lightly at the sight of the young man. “A splendid job as always.”

“I wasn’t the one leading the operation tonight.” Akutagawa replied coldly before his eyes fell to the briefcase in the elder’s hand.

“I see,” Hirotsu bowed again. “Then I shall pay my respects to Atsushi-sama in a bit.”

He unlocked the briefcase and held it up, presenting it to the younger man. “The boss has ordered me to deliver this to you, Akutagawa-sama.”

“These are… blood?” Higuchi furrowed her brows as she tried to figure out what was inside. She has never seen any drug as red as this before.

“These are drugs made from a Quirk user in the outside world with the purpose of permanently erasing one’s Quirk,” Hirotsu explained. “The boss wants you to test them on Ability users to see if it will affect Abilities the same way.”

Akutagawa pulled out one of the syringes, looking at the crimson fluid inside before his gaze shifted to the two Mockingbird Ability users.

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Yosano looked out the window, watching the U.A students and their teachers walk down the peaceful sidewalk and head back towards their dormitory.

She could still remember how excited the kids looked upon hearing her Ability. Even after they found out the real reason, they looked more relaxed rather than fearful, including the two teachers.

This made the woman frown.

To those people, instant recovery to their top form was like a dream in their fight against Villains. Heroes fight with a clear goal in mind—to save people and defeat the Villains. It was thanks to this simple, clear and reachable goal that they were able to fight.

But would they be able to fight in a war where the people on the other side were no different than them? Would they be able to withstand constantly being recovered and thrown back out into the battlefield, over and over until their mentally broke apart?

“Heroes are such a carefree bunch, aren’t they?” She looked back to see Kunikida and Kenji stacking the chairs away.

“…It can’t be helped. Our cultures are just too different for them to understand with words.” Kunikida sighed. “I can understand the President’s decision to let them stay.”

“Yeah,” Yosano agreed. She had been against the whole idea the moment she found out what the Port Mafia wanted her to do. However, that all changed after tonight—especially after hearing such naïve answers…

She clicked her teeth in annoyance because she knew that this whole mess was targeted at them, the Agency members. Sure the U.A students were targeted too, but the event that played out tonight was for those kids to experience and them to witness.

The Port Mafia boss knew they were going to turn these outsiders away, so they made a show tonight to convince them.

“It’s just like Ranpo-san said, isn’t it?” Kenji said cheerfully, not reading the heavy atmosphere.

Kunikida sighed, unable to argue with that. He hadn’t doubted Ranpo. The genius detective was never wrong, after all, but to think the Port Mafia would use such methods to get them to accept these children…

“Though come to think of it, who is this Kyuusaku they spoke of?” Kenji asked while tapping a finger to his chin.

“…I’m bothered by that as well.” Yosano crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against one of the office desks. She had never heard of that name before, but if those Hero students were right, then the one who picked the kid up was none other than the White Reaper of the Port Mafia.

Kuinkida paused in his cleaning up to ponder over that name as well. He had been concerned over this mysterious child ever since he first heard of them over the phone call. That was why he wanted those kids to ignore them and come back. In hindsight, he probably should have seen it coming given these Hero’s unusual sense of justice…but he hadn’t expected them to be bold enough to do that in an unknown territory.

Now that he knew that this kid was also part of the Port Mafia, he was even more wary. There were only two reasons the Port Mafia would have children in their ranks. Either that child was some sort of prodigy, or they were an Ability user.

Kunikida didn’t need to be Ranpo to figure out the answer. From how the kids described the child, they weren’t right in the head. If his assumption was correct, they would have attacked the students had the White Reaper not stepped in.

The thought of the whole mess tonight made Kunikida’s head hurt all over again.

“Really…” Kunikida grumbled while using his fingers to rub out the crease forming between his brows. “First the Selection war and now this…just what is that man planning?”

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always-winter-baby · 5 years

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feel free to add anything i missed, endgame haters.

This is a Wordpress post that I never posted about a Facebook post that I made last fall (2019) about how godawful Endgame was.

-------- I know I've been gone for a while and when I was here, I was writing about films I had watched. (Maybe I should start that.)

However, I am a HUGE fan of Marvel and their cinematic universe. I have the movies, the comics, the clothing, and far too much memorabilia to be considered a "casual" fan at this point. I've been reading comics for about twelve years and I started dedicating myself to the MCU around the end of Phase One.

That being said, it means everyone comes to me with their Marvel questions and everyone comes to me to see what I thought of each new film. And I don't give simple, "It was good. I really liked it," answers. I make complete strangers regret their own questions sometimes because I dive into the deep end immediately describing how they really pulled off the Mysterio "mind-bending" stuff fantastically, but how the story hinged really hard on Tony Stark when Peter in the comics stands on his own and Peter in the MCU should be able to as well.

I can give you speeches on the reason why Natasha's backstory would have been better established in The Winter Soldier than Age of Ultron or and how killing off Pietro in his first film did a disservice to Wanda's character, etc, etc. In the words of a person I passed by at work the other day, "I can talk the ears off a snake."

That's not the point of this post. That was just establishing that I am very dedicated and I Care deeply about these characters and this world.

That being said, when someone on Facebook not too long ago asked me to share my opinions on Avengers: Endgame, I asked him if he was really prepared for the novel I was going to spill on why I think that Endgame was a poorly written and directed film. He said his was. But his lack of any response to my novel was proof that he clearly was not.

However, for anyone else wondering, I copied that little book of a response and I'm posting it here. It's a little scrambled up (it was a facebook post so these things happen, okay?). I think it will still get the point across as to why I tell people that if I pulled the good parts of Endgame, I could make a really great thirty minute Avengers movie.

The post went as follows:

-Thor’s characterization was a three hour long fat joke. Thor had the most character growth out of anyone in Infinity War. His part was fantastic. Then they turned around and made everything about it completely idiotic. Thor has lived over a thousand years. He’s lost battles and lost countless, countless people before. Infinity War wasn’t the first time he made a mistake in battle that cost someone their life. He lost his entire family and almost all of friends and none of that turned him into lazy, sloppy, unshowered, fat Thor. I refuse to believe this time would magically break him. Character annihilation.

Banner has hated the Hulk for the entirety of Hulk’s existence. He’s talked about how exposed and vulnerable it makes him feel. He’s always been a quiet, shy, reclusive, and work-focused kind of guy. Now magically, he’s happy being Hulk 24/7, dabs, and takes selfies with kids? He’s hanging out in public as Hulk and drawing attention to himself? Sorry. Refuse to believe it. I know Professor Hulk is from the comics. It seems stupid and forced there too. I’m not of the opinion that just because something is found in comics that it’s necessarily a good thing. I’ve read plenty of bad comics as I’m sure any decent comic reader has.

-Tony isn’t awful. I actually think he’s done pretty well. No complaints.

-However, Pepper is awful. And it makes sense now that they’ve released the info that Gwyneth Paltrow just made up a lot of her own lines. She doesn’t know the character despite having played her for a decade. Pepper is always super cautious and she is constantly on Tony’s case about his heroic ventures, etc. Therefore, I find it incredibly hard to believe that she let him go without a fight after he “solved time travel.” I also find it absolutely impossible that she sits beside him as he’s dying and is peaceful enough to just tell Tony that he’s okay and he should rest. Per her character for the last decade, she should have been frantic. Of course it wouldn’t have been as sad and poetic an ending, but it would have been much more believable for the character.

-Clint. Meh. I can live with Clint, I think. I don’t love it or hate it. I am glad they reestablished his closeness with Natasha after AoU tried to erase it.

-Natasha. I actually like Natasha’s character in this one. Same as Tony, I think they wrote her without compromising her. Good for them. Even though I hate that they killed her off, I think that the final scene where she fights Clint is SO WELL DONE. (Except her father wasn’t named Ivan. Not even in the MCU. But whatever. Maybe Markus and McFeely know absolutely nothing about Russian names despite giving Natasha’s full name in CA:TWS. I’ll chalk it up to ignorance. Whatever.) HOWEVER, despite liking Natasha’s character and death scene, the death should not have happened. I don’t know if you’re a comic reader, but if you are, you know that the trip happens where you see the bad guy or a random person or whatever do a Bad Thing. Then later in the comic, when the Bad Thing comes into play again and there seems like absolutely no hope, the hero pulls out One Last Magic Trick. The hero manages to do what the previous person could not. And they Save the Day because they are the hero. And the hero is the one designed to give readers hope that we can overcome all odds, etc. It is literally the entire point of superhero stories to tell the stories that “realistic” books never could. We’ll come back to my complaint with Natasha’s death in a moment.

-Scott, Rhodey, Rocket, Carol were all fine. No complaints. But Okoye.

They made it out in promo that Okoye was going to have a much more significant part. She was barely in the thing. And I think it was a very missed opportunity. We saw T’Challa turn to dust. And we were told Shuri did (although, I would have paid much bigger money to see her alive and operating as The Black Panther. She’s assumed that mantle in the comics before so definitely not out of the realm of possibility.) I wanted them to show us what Wakanda would look like with half its population dusted and its ruler gone. Does M’Baku rule? What do Okoye and the Dora Milaje look like now without their King and who do they protect/defend? They had a great opportunity to show us how the world was faring after five years post-Snap, especially a place like Wakanda that rarely suffers any devastations due to their tech. Now without that protection, how are they handling the aftermath? Enormous missed opportunity.

-Steve. On my god. Where do I even start? Going into Endgame, Steve Rogers had the BEST story arc of anyone in the MCU. But here is where Marvel really shot themselves in the foot. They let the opinions of fans after Civil War severely alter their original plans for this film. (That’s a fact that’s been admitted by former Marvel employees. I didn’t make that up.). After Civil War came out, there were two strong opinions being voiced. 1) Fans who didn’t know the comics didn’t understand Sharon being there and didn’t like her quickly becoming Steve’s love interest. 2) Fans saw the always-present and ever-growing bond between Steve and Bucky and got bolder about their campaign that Steve and Bucky were a couple. Doesn’t matter if you’re for that or not. The fact of the matter is that the idea of them as a couple has A BIG FOLLOWING. I don’t think people were really pushing to see it become a real thing on screen or anything, but the execs at Marvel suddenly did this thing where they all quickly shouted “NO HOMO” really loudly and promptly dropped Bucky from as many scenes as possible. They admitted to creating distance between Steve and Bucky for this reason. And because Steve and Sharon didn’t get the reaction they wanted, they had Steve go back and get back with Peggy.

But let’s recap here and see if any of that makes sense for Steve Rogers.

—He and Bucky were “inseparable on both playground and battlefield.”

—He literally broke the law and went behind enemy lines against orders just in case he had even the slightest chance of finding and saving Bucky from a Hydra base. He didn’t even know if Bucky was still alive.

—He added Bucky to his elite team and they fought side by side until Bucky’s “death.” When Bucky “died,” Steve went from saying, “I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t like bullies” to saying, “I’m not going to stop until all of Hydra is dead or captured.”

—Years later, when he realized Bucky was still alive, he literally stopped mid-fight and dropped all defenses. Later in the same film (on the helicarrier), he refuses to even fight Bucky. He drops his shield and was going to very willingly let Bucky kill him rather than fight him.

— When the Accords become a thing, Steve defied his own friends and 117 countries to get Bucky to safety. And then continues defying them with Bucky at his side because he is determined that Bucky deserves due process and a lawyer and help, not imprisonment.

— He helps Bucky get somewhere safe to hide and recover and visits him there. (Russos said they even discussed showing that Steve and Bucky were in regular contact between CW and IW.)

—He fights the Battle of Wakanda with Bucky and then gets to see him disintegrate right in front of him. It’s built up to be a very big moment. Bucky collapses into nothingness and Steve sits there touching Bucky’s dust remnants and with tears in his eyes. “Oh, God.”

—Then, magically comes Endgame and Steve is in a support group for people lost in the Snap and he’s grieving over PEGGY??? HE NEVER EVEN WENT ON A DATE WITH PEGGY. NOT ONE DATE. He kissed her ONE TIME very briefly 75+ years ago! HOW CAN HE BE SO SURE THEY WERE SOULMATES?! This is just awful writing.

— Then when everyone is brought back through the portals, Steve doesn’t even look for Bucky to make sure he’s there. They fight far away from one another. They never acknowledge the other one. These men have literally looked at each other before thinking that would be the last face they ever saw and then at the Battle to End All Things, they don’t even glance around to see if the other is present.

— Steve literally barely says goodbye to Bucky. He fought and was willing to die for the man, but now he is in such a rush to get back to that one girl he kissed that one time that he forsakes the people he should care about. (Sebastian Stan says he questioned this to the Russos and was actually told to just imagine Steve and Bucky must have talked it over offscreen and Sebastian tried to fight it, but was shot down.)

— Steve jumps in a time machine and goes back to live with his supposed soulmate thus creating an alternate timeline.

I have a real problem with this. A man who has been selfless his entire life chose to go and be selfish for 75+ years instead of helping anyone. This man lives to fight injustices and we are supposed to forget that? In order to believe that he went back to a woman he didn’t know that well and who already had a husband/children. CA:TWS showed that she had lived a happy life. She told him she only regretted that he didn’t get to live his. She didn’t regret them not getting to spend theirs together. And he didn’t seem to either. He was actively moving forward with his life. Thus the reason for Sharon.

Anyway, his entire story arc which is based around him being partners with Bucky and him being selfless got absolutely destroyed when he went back in the time machine and just ran away from everything he had built.

Which seems more likely? That everything in the three Cap films and IW was wrong about his character? Or that Endgame just slapped a big “No Homo” sticker on the script and did whatever they could possibly do to make sure fans could not say that Steve and Bucky were a thing?

Furthermore, I have no problem with Sam becoming the next Cap. I have a big problem with them doing it if the reason was to further the sever the ties between Steve and Bucky.

-And the Russos said that Bucky couldn’t be Cap because his mind had been compromised and that he couldn’t be trusted with a weapon. Which means that Bucky’s whole recovery story was what? A lie? They established that Bucky was really a great guy and not a terrible terrorist. And they said Shuri fixed his mind. And we still can’t trust the guy with the shield?

So either Shuri failed dramatically even though we saw her talent and progress with him in Black Panther and IW, Bucky is now magically “too broken,” or the writers and directors are stupid. Your call, I guess.

They literally foreshadowed Bucky!Cap in all three Cap films. Bucky handles the shield in ALL THREE FILMS. But now he can’t be trusted with a weapon? Now he’s dangerous? He literally fought the battle of Wakanda with knives and an assault rifle. The shield is a DEFENSE weapon. So this excuse is the flimsiest argument ever and says horrible things about putting trust/faith in people after they’ve been victims and recovered from trauma. Gross.

-At least they FINALLY got Scarlet Witch right. I’ve been waiting to see my favorite Avenger done right for years. No complaints here except it took them long enough.

-Let’s not even discuss how their time travel ideas and theories are a MESS. Plot holes everywhere. (Steve would have created a new time line by going back. Did he just magically put the aether back in Jane? Did he have to kick Red Skull’s ass again on Vormir because I can’t imagine he would just stand by idly. This stuff would take me too long to even add onto here.)

-But back to Natasha. If it’s a “soul for a soul,” then when Steve returned the soul stone, he should have gotten Natasha back. Apparently a lot of fans saw this plot hole because they asked the Russos about it and the response they seriously got was something to the idea of, “No, you can’t do that. It doesn’t work that way.” Which WHY NOT? (Apparently because of poor writing.)

-Also not bitter (yeah right) that Tony got this big deal send off and everyone forgot about Natasha half an hour after she died. Shouldn’t the big send off at the end have been for both of them?!?! Would that have been SO hard?!

-Should I even discuss the fact that for some stupid reason Steve goes back in time and the serum stops working? Why does he age? Thor establishes in AoU that he doesn’t think Steve is mortal. And Peggy says in CA:TFA that Steve’s cells regenerate at four times the rate of average human cells. So he should still be fairly young even if he went back to the 40s. He shouldn’t start to age like a regular human just because he time traveled. He didn’t travel back to before he got the serum. I literally said, “No,” angrily the second they showed the back of Steve when he was sitting on that bench at the end. The other people in the theater turned to look at me and I was already pissed as hell and the movie wasn’t even over yet.

-Nebula having to kill her last self just seemed sloppy and cliche. I wasn’t impressed. That character had been through hell. She is the one who really turns the tides in in the Infinity Saga comics so for her to get such poor treatment in the film? SHE should have been the one to kill Thanos. I know what Thor said, but Nebula literally has a lifetime of torture to make up for and she would have gotten some small consolation in avenging the death of her sister. GUH. THIS MAKES ME SO ANGRY. SHE DESERVED THIS.

-So we really just backtracked and retconned Gamora’s whole story like that, huh? I’m sure James Gunn is thrilled. (I’m joking. I’d be annoyed to high heavens if I were him.) Gunn had literally written this character’s story arc and progression and the Russos and Markus/McFeely took over and then literally wrote the story equivalent of “and then they all died” with Gamora’s story. Such a jerk move and I sincerely hope Gunn finds a way to make GotG Vol 3 work out really well despite this.

I’m sure there’s more I’m unhappy with, but you get my point. I had high hopes for this film and they did not deliver.

It’s been months and I am still so immensely disappointed in Endgame. I expected the people who had written such great films in the past to deliver with another great film and they did not.

It wasn’t a completely awful film though. I thought they did a really good job with Doctor Strange and Wanda (finally!). And I loved Steve lifting Mjölnir! Carol’s short hair made me hot and bothered. So the film had a few perks.

I have friends who liked the film until I started pointing out its flaws. Sorry, not sorry. I'm glad Marvel broke box office records, but I'm not going to lie to anyone and say it was with a great film.

They are ----- And look, I never posted it on my blog because the rant ends there mid sentence and was never completed, but I think it’s safe to say I’m not happy. That great cinematic masterpiece is a mockery of good character arcs. Anyone is welcome to try, but I’m unlikely to change my mind.

ETA: Since writing this, I have found multiple things about Tony’s character that upset me too.

#marvel #avengers #endgame #personal #rant #social media #steve rogers #bucky barnes #thor odinson #natasha romanoff #tony stark #shuri

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stick-man-simp · 4 years

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Some stuff about my stick oc Evans that no one asked for!!!

You wanna hear my headcannons about the actual thsc characters?? To bad!!! /j/lh (under the cut cus this is long lol)

1. What’s your oc’s most irrational fear? Is there a specific reason this fear came about?

They’re really afraid of something happening to their neck, like you know, that kind of stuff, ouch, no real reason for this fear, they just have it. They’re also really afraid of being abandoned and being alone oof

2. Is your oc picky about food? What kinds of foods do they like and dislike? What do they consider a comfort or “safe” food?

They hate tomatoes and milk with a passion, but otherwise most foods are okay with them, it’s more about the texture for them, not the taste, but if it has a weird texture, big oof moments. They really like any sort of fast food (except Wendy’s) and they love Dr Pepper so much lol

3. What does your oc’s voice sound like? (Or, if you have one, what’s their voiceclaim?) Can they sing, whistle, or roll their rs? Do they have any speech impediments or notable dialects/accents?

Their voice basically sounds like mine, but low key deep, and kinda raspy too. They can sing alright, not great but they like singing along to songs. They can whistle really well, the kind of really good whistling that pisses you off >:) lol. they cannot roll their r’s lol haha loser can’t roll their r’s :’). they used to have a stutter as a kid and it comes out when they’re really upset.

4. Is your oc good at keeping secrets?

They are great at keeping secrets, because they care a lot :), but also cus they have terrible memory and will probably forget it lol

5. What kind of clothes is your oc most comfortable wearing?

Their usual comfy everyday outfit is just a t-shirt and jeans, and hoodie when it’s cold. Same thing at home, but sweatpants or pj shorts

6. What kind of clothes is your oc least comfortable wearing?

Dresses >:( they’re ugly and uncomfortable, also flip flops, they hate them (they wear crocs lmao)

7. What song reminds you of this oc? Does this match up with the type of music your oc likes to listen to?

I actually made whole a playlist for them oop- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7qxg8Wm7qbMXKu2FRBKYI4 It kind of matches what they would listen to, upbeat with kind of sad lyrics

8. What’s it like inside your oc’s mind? (Literally, or metaphorically.)

No thoughts head empty, jk it’s a mess, they may seem really chill and confident on the outside, but on the inside they are always worried about saying the wrong thing and scaring people away, they just want friends :’(

9. What are your oc’s goals for the future? Relationship-wise, career-wise, or other?

Nothing much, they don’t like thinking about the future, they just go with the flow really, not good but whelp, it’s going ok so far. NO relationships tho, they are aroace, but boy do they wish they had some friends oof

10. Who’s the first person your oc goes to to talk about something that made them happy? Sad? Angry?

Usually... no one, maybe their cat or maybe their mom, but in the time where Evans is friends with Ocelot (Coelpts oc), they would go to him about literally everything lol and then get worried about annoying him oof

11. Does your oc have any interests/hobbies that they hide from everyone? Why do they hide these interests?

Not really, they have a bunch of hobbies, but cringe culture is dead so they are open about them all to whoever asks, but no one ever does aaa, but they do stuff like gaming, drawing, knitting, embroidery, baking, cooking, model trains, lots of stuff

12. How does your oc handle talking to somebody they can’t stand? What if it’s a situation where they’re forced to work with this person?

They don’t lol, they don’t take shit from no one and will say to their face that they don’t like them lol, but if they have to work with them, they will cooperate, but their gonna be a bastard about it

13. What’s your oc’s dream home like?

A cozy cottage in the woods, with lots of hiking trails all around, a chicken coop, and close to their friend’s house :’)

14. If your oc spent one day free from any consequences or recognition for their actions, how would they act?

They wouldn’t do much lol, probably just steal a bunch of Dr Pepper and snacks from the store

15. What’s your oc’s morning routine like?

They wake up at like 6 am and scroll on their phone in bed for a bit, and then get up at 7:45 to get ready lol, and leave at 8 to got to work, I mean it works but wtf Evans

16. What’s your oc’s nighttime routine like?

They usually just sit on the couch with their cat and some snack and watch TV or play games for a while before going to bed and scrolling on their phone for like an hour before finally passing out

17. If your oc had a social media page, what would it be like? What would they post about? How much personal information would they feel comfortable posting on it? How often would they update it?

They have a Tumblr, they don't make many posts, just reblog stuff, and they would totally share their fucking home address if someone asked nicely, they are unhinged

18. How does your oc see themself? How does this compare to the way other ocs see them?

They look at themself and think ‘woah that’s one sexy motherfucker’, they are a bastard man with way too much confidence, I don’t have any other os’s that would interact with them, but Ocelot totally thinks of them as just a big dumb puppy (he would never say that out loud tho lol)

19. How would an enemy describe this oc?

An arrogant son of a bitch (and they’d be right >:D)

20. What’s a superpower or magical ability that this oc would hate having?

Being able to read peoples minds, they would hate this so much, because it would make them feel evil and uncomfy, and they don’t wanna know what people are thinking about them, they think it’ll be bad oof

21. What’s a fact you haven’t shared about this oc?

They are nonbinary, AFAB, they used to wear a binder but they got top surgery at 20 years old, now they don’t wear a shirt at the beach and they’re making that everyone else's problem!! >:D

22. What’s your oc’s dream job? Is this similar to what they’re doing now? Do they believe they could ever achieve this dream?

They work for the CCC right now, and they had their dream job as an agent, but the promotion they got kind of ruined the dream, and their job is boring to them now

23. Who would this oc consider their family? What is their relationship with these people?

They have their mom, who is really great, their dad died when they were young, they don’t have any siblings, and they aren’t close with any other family. But, any friends they have they immediately get really attached to and think of as family

24. What is one thing that, no matter who it’s coming from, would anger your oc?

Getting called a coward (haha Marty McFly kinnie lmao), they are not a coward >:( (this gets them in a lot of trouble sometimes oof)

25. How does your oc handle sadness?

Not well oof, they mostly just cry a bunch and eat a lot, anything to get their mind off it

26. How does your oc handle anger?

Basically the same as with sadness but with furrowed eyebrows and ranting to their cat

27. How does your oc handle fear?

They are pretty brave so not much scares them, and they have to be brave for others, but when it comes to stuff that really scares them or just plain anxiety, they usually try to calm down as best they can, or they just run, they can run fast too

28. What’s your favorite thing about this oc?

Himbo :)

29. What’s your least favorite thing about this oc?

They have a primal urge to insult people, they don’t mean to really upset people, it’s all in good fun, but they can still be pretty mean sometimes, especially when they do it with strangers oof

30. Tell a random fact about this oc!

They’ve always wanted to have a beard or a mustache, but even with T they can’t grow much facial hair :(

#if you read all of that I love you so much wow #this was fun #I just wanted to rant about Evans lol #to get it out of my system I guess #if you send me an ask about Evans I will probably combust from happiness lol #if you listen to the playlist I made for them well just consider me deceased babyyy #my oc evans #evans #stick oc #thsc oc

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laughing-with-god · 6 years

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Pen Pal 1.5

Summary- As a lonely person, the idea of exchanging letters with someone apart from society was actually quite appealing to you. In a random act of charity and desperation, you sign up for a pen pal and get paired up with an inmate named Jungkook. The letters were meant to help him cope with prison life, but little did anyone know it was actually driving him more mad.

Warnings- Yandere/Prisoner Jungkook x Reader. Mature themes. Mention of mental disorder.

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“Have you ever felt so connected to someone that you didn’t understand why they were inside another skin and inhabiting a different body than you?”

He supposed that he should’ve been more displeased with where he landed himself.

A cage of a jail cell that was six by eight feet and enclosed with brick walls that were so old, the paint was chipping off more and more each day. The only entrance and exit being the harsh bars of the metal doors where a police officer could always be seen patrolling the passage ways, eyeing inmates with a judgmental glare as if he knew each and every one of their stories and how they were menaces to society.

But if Jungkook was being true to himself, he couldn’t find any need to relate to his fellow prisoners fantasies of being in the outside world once again.

He had no desire to integrate back into society.

He hated the world for a long time.

He hated how obnoxious and fake people were in the modern era. He hated how capitalistic and money hungry the economy was. He hated how surface level and crude the general community was.

From the time he was born, his peers would only approach him because they had hopes of being friends with the son of a rich power-broker.

They would smile to his face and claimed to like him, but behind his back they would complain about how ‘boring and weird’ he was.

Indeed, as a youngster Jungkook had been very introverted.

He loved drawing, and this caused looks of confusion as most boys his age would enjoy a game of football or soccer more than doodling. The only reason he got invites to playdates or birthday parties was due to his family’s social status. He was quick to catch on when his ‘friends’ would always push to go to his house, to play with his toys and to drop the Jeon name when bragging to other people about the ‘friendship’.

However as Jungkook got older, the less he cared about such trivial matters. As an insecure little boy, it bruised him quite a bit. But as an older teen, he accepted it as a harsh reality. No one liked him for him, yet it wasn’t as tragic as it sounded. Because, he didn’t accept them for who they were either. The world and Jungkook had a mutual understanding for each other. He despised them for it used him.

So when he went and got himself locked up, he really didn’t have that much remorse for what he would miss of the outside world. The criminal psychologist said he had a problem with feelings in general; having a low emotional capacity for settings or situations but a heightened one for certain people in his life. But Jungkook paid this analysis no mind. After all, how many different settings, situations or people can he encounter while serving a life-time sentence at one of the most highly guarded prisons in the country?

He did what he had done, and he was at peace with everything concerning the matter.

When other inmates would rant about how they missed very basic things of life; non-cafeteria food, going to parks, having your own home and schedule, Jungkook didn’t care for the sentiment at all. In fact, he thought they were weak to not even be able to handle prison. Really, how bad was it? You got a bed to sleep on, a toilet to shit in and was fed three time a day. With the way these fuckers ranted, you would’ve thought they were world war soldiers talking about home life whilst serving in the trenches. Pathetic, really.

One day, Jungkook walked into his cell after a decent work out only to spot a pristine and angelic white envelope on his bed (more like a slab of metal with a cheap blanket on top but what did you expect of a cell?). This caused Jungkook to quirk a brow at the odd sight, he was pretty particular with boundaries and it annoyed him to see his roommate not respect his space.

“Joon, I told you not to leave shit in my area.” Jungkook motonously commented to his cell mate that was currently on the top bunk, book in hand. This caused the older to peek from his spot above and glance down at the lower bunk.

“Uh...that’s not mine. Plus it has your name on it and everything, bro.”

Jungkook sighed and pressed his tongue against his cheek in an angry tick that he had adopted years ago. He really just wanted to head to the showers and he couldn’t imagine who would be writing to him. His family having disowned him for his crimes and everyone else having forgotten him or shunning his existence like he had the plague. Not that he was too disappointed with these developments, he could spend the rest of his days without a word from anyone from the outside and he would still die content.

With a huff, he snatched the envelope and opened it with very little grace.

‘Dear Mr. or Miss. Prisoner…..’

Jungkook’s doe eyes skimmed passed the delicate but noticeably rushed handwriting, soaking in the words with hesitance at such unexpected vulnerability from an utter stranger. It wasn’t a long letter (Jungkook was finished reading it after 30 seconds or so) but he plopped himself on his bed to re-read the letter when he was done, showers somehow forgotten.

Said person who wrote to him managed to sound very weak and tired through diction alone. However, this moment of weakness from the stranger was somehow not at all judged by Jungkook. This revelation startled the prisoner himself, given that he had always made it a habit to look down on those whom lacked the mental strength that he did. A fucked up social darwinism philosophy that was only heightened by being around meager sheep while he was a full on ruthless psycho. But why? Why did he feel pity this time instead of the usual disgust whenever someone was so bare and raw to him?

The answer was simple.

He related to you.

He felt as though you had put it best into words exactly what he felt when he was living out there in the public. The world was scary and he didn’t blame you for being paranoid or locking yourself up. He could practically feel your fear from where he was; locked in a tiny cell and miles upon miles away from civilization. He got the sense that you were different, like him. Most people he had encountered in his lifetime have always been okay with how the world was, not acknowledging the sinister characteristics that came along with it. Authenticity was oozing from your writing as you did way more than just acknowledge the bad; you did your best to stay away from it all together. In a weird way, Jungkook found this cute. You were like a frightened child that hid under your bed to avoid the evil babysitter, escaping was your pure and innocent plan of action. Which was different from Jungkook’s more violent actions….but he concluded he liked the contrast between you two. While you decided to take it out on yourself and starve yourself from stimulation just to keep away from the barbaric world, Jungkook took it upon himself to make everyone else pay.

“It it that stupid Pen Pal program?”

Jungkook glanced up from the paper to see his cellmate hang his head from the bed above, watching Jungkook with questioning orbs. Jungkook just scoffed at the upside down face and nodded.

“I just threw my letter away. I heard they put all of us in that program because it’s a tax-write off for them. It’s bullshit.” Namjoon told the younger.

Jungkook didn’t supply the other with an answer. Instead he carefully folded the letter and placed it smoothly under his pillow. Then, he headed out to the showers while thoughts of what to write back to you filled his mind.

‘Dear Y/n,

Well I would feel rather….accepting.

I think you must be a very wise person to keep yourself far from the wretched claws of society…..’

Jungkook tapped the capped pen against his chin, looking over his writing for any errors or mishaps before he signed off entirely.

His letter was more in response to yours, after all you hadn’t given him that much to reply back to. But still, some communication was better than none at all. Jungkook wanted to let you know that he understood your fears. Hell, he even shared them with you. He hoped that you believed him when he told you that he also harbored disdain for your enemy. And he also wanted to learn more about such a like-minded individual. Surely, you both had to have other similarities too, right?

He added the request for an image of you toward the end of his letter, just out of sheer curiosity for his long-lost twin. He didn’t care what you looked like but he wanted to scratch the itch of placing a face with the writing, knowing the urge to know would never go away until he saw your face.

Other prisoners watched shocked as they witnessed Jungkook make his way to the mail room to drop off a letter to be sent off, knowing that he never made contact with the outside world.

Jungkook found himself pacing his cell in an anxious manner, arms crossed and brows furrowed. His stomach was tied into knots and his palms were clammy, hinting at one of the first times that he’s ever been nervous.

He really was hoping for a response from you.

He knew that it was very childish and sad to be so giddy for a letter, but he couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect of another note. It was refreshing to be able to talk to someone who wasn’t a felon. Someone who wasn’t there in person yet still reached out to connect with a corrupt scanderal such as himself.

Which is why when the usual mail carrier came down the cells, cart in hand with envelopes, pictures, money and presents for inmates, Jungkook found himself holding his breath and wishing for the first time ever that the carrier would stop at his cell.

He had never been on the receiving end of such transactions, he had no one on the outside to look out for him. But the faceless recluse that had reached out to him in a cry for companionship had fogged his mind, leaving hims restless and jittery.

Could it be that he found a genuine friend?

One that didn’t use him for his reputation (unlike his former childhood friends) and accepted him as the fuck up he was.

“Letter for a Jeon Jungkook?” The middle-aged man paused in front of the barren cell, sticking a pristine white envelope through the metal bars. It was almost comical the joy that bursted through his chest and the way he leaped to attrive the holy piece of material. As if it glowed bright in the grim and grey limbo that he was stuck in.

Not being able to withhold the anticipation, Jungkook quickly took the letter to his bunk and carefully slit it open.

‘Dear Jungkook,

Words cannot express how thankful I am that you answered my pathetic call for help…’

The writing was noticeably neater than the first letter. Jungkook noted with a smile how much longer this one was prior to the last. The inmate forced himself to pore over every detail at a slower pace, not wanting to accidently skim past any vital information yet also wishing to savor the ritual.

You seemed very blindly kind to someone who was a wretched crook. In fact, you claimed to be very grateful to hear from little old him. The feeling was utterly foreign, the idea that someone was out there that genuinely wanted his friendship, someone who genuinely wanted to know his most bland personal preferences, who was practically pleading for his written company. It made him feel wanted. After some thought he decided that he quite liked the new feeling. Even at his worst; locked up for a lifetime sentence, you went out of your way to kill his loneliness. He almost giggled when you told him of the disorder that the world had labelled you with, it was awfully funny to him that you both were called mentally unstable. You two now had that in common as well. He felt a sudden stab in the gut when you mentioned your sister. He guessed if he had to identify the emotion it would be closest to sympathy or guilt. He supposed he felt...bad for your loss. Jungkook smiled widely.

Yes! That’s it! He felt bad for you!

God if the psychologist who said he had no emotions could see him now...

Towards the end of your writing, you mentioned not being a ‘looker’. As if the paper itself burned him, Jungkook dropped the object with great haste to dig through the envelope. You had sent the picture! He almost forgot that he even asked for such thing.

And there it was, a small 4x6 printed image of a lovely face smiling shyly at the camera.

Your face was small and round, skin serene and creamy with its (porcelain/olive/honey/amber/cinnamon) hued pores that was the canvas for your darling features. Your nose was benevolent and perched regally as well as perfectly centered amidst the sculpture that was your appearance. The bridge of the blessed feature dipped discreetly and softly, complimenting the luminous orbs that were vividly painted with a the crispest shade of (color) that he’s ever had the pleasure of witnessing. The enchanting irises were artistically framed by magnetizing dark eyelashes that were as long as they were seductive. Somehow he just knew that the colors supplied by whatever commercial printer didn’t do the color-pads of your eyes justice, imagining the shiver that will go down his spine when he could be bare to them in their full and unfiltered glory. They held a humane gentleness but still….a simmering witt was also bubbling under the surface. Overhead the eyes were carefully groomed eyebrows that were neat and shapely, one was elegantly arched in a expression of somber joy.

Underneath your nose was a pair of nectarous ruby red (or flowery pink) lips that looked perfectly cushioning to any lucky man who would have the chance to collide theirs with yours. Your pristine and snow-white teeth were barely poking out, show casting your shyness even when plastering on a friendly smile. It’s as if you were unable to let yourself be one-hundred percent bare even in something as basic as a grin. He wondered what kind of mellifluous sound would erupt from such a devine cavern. Your (color) hair was sadly put up, unable to flow freely in the still-frame image. Even though he had very little to study, he still knew that he would want to (straight hair; run his hands through your silken strands) (curly hair; bounce the fluid swirls of your playful mane). An odd urge to inhale the scent of your shampoo was what Jungkook felt next.

Lost in his own self-induced trance, he didn’t realize that he had been staring for so long until he felt a shadow loom over his figure.

It was his cellmate and suddenly the infatuated man became all too aware of his slightly ajar mouth and his widened eyes that were stuck on the flimsy printed picture that was tightly held in his grasp (as if terrified that someone would steal the chef d'oeuvre...in an abode of criminals, this fear was somewhat relevant). Quickly, he masked his expression to that of usual indifference.

“You’ve been sitting there staring for like eleven minutes. You good?”

He just nodded, not a fan of frivolous speech or furthering conversation with people he cared none for. Still, the fucker persisted.

“You sure? Your girl didn’t send you something naughty or something, right?” This was said in a matter of humor, an attempt to relieve the dark aura that Jungkook seemed to exude in every social interaction. However, the serious face that Jungkook had on gave the other the impression that he had hit the mark precisely. Joon’s jaw dropped and an eager grin formed at the corners of his lips.

“Really?! No way! Can I see?” The over-sized goon attempted to stride forward, hands already out-reached to grasp at the first smut he would’ve seen in a long time. Out of primal instinct to keep what was his away from the snubby hands of others, Jungkook pulled back. But the fool had enlarged limbs and this meant his lengthy arms were very capable of plucking the picture off of Jungkook’s safe grip.

Greedy, Namjoon ran his eyes over the photo. His grin slowly slid off as he realised that it was indeed nothing sexual. Nonetheless, his eyes lingered far longer than Jungkook cared for….before promptly returning the image to it’s rightful owner, whose jaw was clenched and teeth now grinding at the recent events.

“Who is she?”

“My pen-pal.” Jungkook promptly answered whilst hiding both the letter and photo under his pillow before placing his head on it, staring up at the bunk above him.

“Damn, if I’d know that I could’ve gotten someone like that….” A brief pause as Joon climbed up his bed as well. “I definitely wouldn’t have thrown mine away.”

Jungkook felt the familiar agitation hit him, tongue pressing against his cheek and he wondered if it was too late to request a cell change.

The lights went out and ponderings of what to write back filled Jungkook’s mind along with the bewitching photo that was just directly under his head…

Opting not to go to breakfast, Jungkook stayed within his cell.

He elaborately printed his response back to you.

‘Dear Y/n,

I thought you were a very smart person but obviously not…’

The inmate was sure to make you aware of how breathtaking you were, but also very careful in tip-toeing around just how gorgeous you were to him. He could have written a dozen novels about your exquisite appearance alone, but obviously he was unable to do such thing. He didn’t want you to think he was a creep and halt all communication with him. In an effort to get closer to you, Jungkook added some sentiment in regards to your loss, adding an anecdote about his mother for dramatic effect.

Now, it was time to fulfill your wish to see him as he had seen you.

He had no problem with such request. Not that he ever paid attention to such pointless gossip, but he had always heard whispers of how handsome he was. Jungkook didn’t consider himself to be a little Fabio on any scale, but he knew he wasn’t hard on the eyes of the opposite sex. The trouble was, how exactly would he be able to send a photo?

After a year in prison, you get to learn that there are two ways you can survive in such element. You either adapt or you crumble.

The fittest of the inmates learned real quick how to make prison into their home. Some men have been here so long that they grew connections and were able to bring some things from the outside world in.

Jungkook made plans to visit one the older inmates, knowing that he could trade a candybar for a favor of sneaking a photo out to you. For now, he folded his letter and placed it in the envelope, awaiting his picture before being shipped off to the mailroom.

‘Dear Jungkook,

…..I guess you’re not the worst face I’ve seen….’

Jungkook smiled as he fondly traced the words that you have written onto the paper only days prior. He imagined your endearing face scrunching up into a thoughtful expression as you scribbled your response back to him. You were funny and he couldn’t deny the sense of pride he felt when you admitted to his attractiveness. In the past, he never gave a fuck if people thought he was the next Ryan Gosling or the ugliest mug they’ve ever seen. But he felt a weird sense of relief behold him when you said that you indeed thought he was good-looking. He didn’t want to imagine what he might’ve felt if you called him ugly or stopped talking to him after seeing his face.

But that was not the best aspect to be seen within your writing.

The best thing that caused his chest to erupt in a warm and fuzzy feeling was when you agreed that you also felt a connection between you two. That you found him to be ‘marvelous company’ and you enjoyed his letters. This just confirmed his suspicion that you were somehow tied together. That you two were meant to stumble upon each other in the most unconventional way. Jungkook was sure of it, that you two have defied the odds that cruel reality set against you ‘mentally unstable’ pair and found peace along with understanding within each other.

Jungkook didn’t know how to describe you. Surely a ‘pal’ wasn’t it.

You were like another half of him.

Like you both have fallen from the same star and were unfortunate to fall on this damned earth. Surrounded by the bizzare ‘humans’ and called odd for not being one of their species. Jungkook decided then and there that you two were mates.

And yes, Jungkook meant it in the primal and borderline barbaric ways that animals did. He would prove his worthiness as a male specimen, he would shelter and feed you, he would breed and produce offspring with you. Regular people would look at this plan and consider it cave-man like, but he thought it was considerably more romantic this way. Animals mated for life and were not afraid to get murderous when someone threatened this sacred bond. What was so wrong with such animalistic viewpoint? Humans were the worst type of creature and he was not at all interested in their fake way of obtaining a lover. And he got the sense that you weren’t either. Dates, chocolates, flowers? How is it that those things were put on a pedestal as a grand show of affection but having a genuine connection with a person was not? Jungkook couldn’t strain his brain to understand such mindset.

This all left the forefront of his mind when he read to the last parts of your letter. Eyebrows going up in surprise at the ‘P.S’ adage that was never before seen from you. His smile slipped off his face when he saw what you wished.

You wanted to know how he landed himself in prison.

Now….that was a touchy subject.

He really didn’t want to scare you away.

You were too understanding, too alike to him for Jungkook to ever want you to run away. He knew that no matter how much he could try, his crimes were inexcusable. Even the holiest of saints would hinder their forgiveness.

Jungkook came to the conclusion that it would be best to tell a white lie until he had more of a connection with you to reveal the truth.

Sure, he was utterly enthralled by you but he didn’t know how deep your affections lied with him. He just needed more time to spin a perspective to fill your ear with, he needed to get his claws deep within you, he needed you to be as dependent on him as he was with you. Jungkook decided to create a fake story to keep you close to him.

Jungkook smirked and grabbed a pen and paper for the next letter.

‘Dear Jk,

My day to day is also lifeless, I’m afraid…’

It was lunch time and Jungkook sat alone in his usual corner of the table, mystery meat forgotten in favor of absorbing the new letter that you had produced for his addiction.

The first paragraph had the psycho inmate smiling as he pictured you in your tiny apartment, dressed in comfy clothes doing the most mundane things. He liked to spend his free time just imagining what your comfy ‘nest’ was like, picturing your tiny frame skipping around it. You sitting on a sofa, bundled up in blankets and one of his oversized sweaters, book in hand and steaming hot cup of hot chocolate in the other. You in the kitchen, humming some tune in your dulcet voice as you attempted to make him a home cooked meal, frowning when you realized that you had not followed a certain step correctly like the cook book said. You laughing at the movie that played on the television screen while you both reach into the popcorn bowl at the same time. What Jungkook wouldn’t give to live in the little nest with you. To occupy the same cocoon that you created.

He often found himself fantasizing about being the brave one for you.

The one who would go to the outside world on your behalf. He would get you groceries, get a 9 to 5 to pay the bills, go out at 3 am to get you lady products or any random craving. Wouldn’t that be nice? It would be similar to a caregiver role. Him taking care of you so you just had to stay your pretty self at home, keeping it warm and pillowy for his return. You would be so thankful for his willingness to go out into your worst fear for the sake of your happiness.

But then, as the letter continued, Jungkook’s mood soured.

Your mother had violated your space and made you feel awful.

Jungkook felt rage in that moment.

He never held so much hatred for someone he had never met before.

He instantly knew that he didn’t like your mother.

A piercing sensation thundered upon his chest. The cursed image of your sweet face covered in tears fogged his mind’s eye.

God helped anyone who fucked with you.

Jungkook folded the letter and put it in his pocket, shoveling some tasteless cafeteria food to distract him the familiar hellish itch that screamed at him from underneath his skin.

Later that day, Jungkook responded with a letter of his own.

He attached the drawings that he had mentioned to you, somewhat bashful that for the past weeks all he had been able to draw was you. But he brushed the feelings off and focused on another task; getting you to start calling.

He would often see inmates taking up phone booths, talking and laughing with loved ones from the outside for a couple minutes at a time. Jungkook wanted that for you two. He wanted to hear the blessed voice that he knew you had, and he wanted you to become familiar with his as well. After all, you would be hearing it a lot in your lifetime.

‘My Dearest Y/n,

I’m sure you must’ve gotten busy, why else haven’t you written in a week?’

Jungkook was slowly becoming irritated at the lack of mail he has been receiving. It had been five days since you had responded and Jungkook felt anxious at your sudden silence. You were a sweetheart and would never abandon him. You weren’t like those other wretched people, right? No! You couldn’t be.

Jungkook shook his head and mentally cursed himself for even thinking that for a moment.

You must have gotten busy.

Maybe your mom didn’t give up on pestering you.

‘My Dearest Y/n,

Where have you gone? You haven’t forgotten about me have you?’

Jungkook couldn’t bear the silence. He was slowly growing restless. He needed the stimulation that was your communication. Without it, he had no new material to fill his mind. No new scenarios to daydream about. NOTHING to get him through the day in the colorless cell that began to taunt him. He attempted to distract himself with the picture of you as well as your

former letters that now had tear stains because of his new habit of crying over them, knowing they might be the last he ever gets from you.

‘Y/n,

This isn’t funny anymore….’

Jungkook was not only uneased, but now he was worried. Thoughts of what could’ve possibly caused your silence now haunted his mind at night when he attempted to get what little rest he could. Time was only worsening his growing paranoia each day that he didn’t receive a letter.

He knew you lived alone and had very little outside communication with anyone. The main ones being him and your mother. Jungkook could only assume that your mother and you would be taking a break due to your mother’s mental breakdown. And that left him. Stuck in a penitentiary with no way to reach you. He nearly punched the brick wall of his cell when he came to the realization that something could’ve happened to you and no one would’ve known. If you didn’t answer this letter, he didn’t know what he’d do.

‘Dear Jungkook (or should I say Easter Bunny?)

I know what you did.

I know that you lied to me.

I know you’re a murderer.

Friends don’t lie to each other, Jungkook.

I think it’s best if we find different Pen Pals.

All my best wishes, Y/n.

The letter fell to the ground as Jungkook stared in shock at the absurdly short and cold answer he got from you.

He underestimated you.

You found out.

Jungkook felt his temper flare as well as his breathing.

He’d be damned to let you go.

You were soulmates….couldn’t you see that?

Jungkook never thought he’d have to rely on this but he had no choice.

In the cell block, there were some people whom have been there for 30 years, and other for 30 days. Prison 101 is to not fuck with the guys who had time under their belts. It was best to respect them and acknowledge that they have connections. But respect was the last thing on his mind as he stormed into the tiny cell room of an old geezer whose been committing crimes since before Jungkook was even born.

The older man was used to people coming to his cell, usually asking about how to get hands on a cell phone or how to get the precious kitchen duty to sneak food. Over time, the man humored many childish inmates with some insider tricks. Almost everyone had talked to him at some point, but Jungkook was one of the very few whom did not approach him seeking an easier ride. Thus, he was shocked to see the young and deadly figure swoop into the area, eyes dead and jaw clenched.

“You’re going to do something for me.” Jungkook said this monotonously while maintaining eye contact. The older man couldn’t ignore the shivers that went down his spine but he still acted calm, knowing you couldn’t show weaknesses to the younger and violent inmates.

“Is that so?” The older quirked a brow at Jungkook though the rusty mirror and went back to shaving his face. The younger was behind him and just tilted his head and stepped forward, still staring at the man through the reflection of the glass.

“You are going to sneak me out of this joint.”

This caused the older to laugh, not believing his ears at such a ludicrous request.

Jungkook came up behind the older, mouth close to his ear and eyes lifeless and inky as they held the older’s through the mirror.

“Listen here you senile fuck, I know that you know who I am and what I did. It’s your best interest to listen to what I tell you. Would you like to hear a secret?” The petrified and frozen man nodded, not having the balls to disobey or look away. “I never told the jury that I didn’t murder those people on my own….I had a partner. A partner who is still out there and would surely take care of your pretty little daughter I hear you talking on the phone to.”

Jungkook smiled as the man grimly agreed to do whatever he wished.

Now, he just had to inform you of his upcoming arrival.

‘My Dearest Y/n,

I see you found out about the nickname the hideous press gave me.

Well….this type of revelation is best talked over in person.

I’ll see you soon.’

Author’s note; so....both JK and Y/n have mental problems, just to clarify. Also, this wasn’t part two bc I think of this as just the other half of part one. There will still be a part two and three. Please let me know what you thought bc a full inbox makes for a happy writer. It’s challenging to write for a Y/n character bc the point is for you guys to identify with her in the story and I wanted you guys to feel like you truly are her so when I did the part where Jk becomes very obsessed with the pic, I wanted to add details but obvi not everyone has the same characteristics so I added diff options...pls let me know what you thought of this.

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Kim Taehyung

Here are a few taehyung recs, most of them I’ve read and love, some are in my TBR. Tbh most of them are smut, but some are fluff and angst mostly angst. I will keep updating this woop woop.

I hope you enjoy tehee!

Buzzed- @junqkook

you spend weeks sulking after having sex with your best friend, but a party changes everything.

863 tokyo centre- @becomingbts

Not much of one, just Taehyung fingering you on a bus at 2am

Hush, hush- @becomingbts

Taehyung makes sure you don’t focus on your insecurities during your first time. To do this he blindfolds you, leaving you slave to your now heightened senses so you ignore your racing thoughts.

Headcase- @becomingbts

Movie night, blankets and hands. What more could go wrong? Oh right, possibly getting caught and all. Well, too bad Taehyung couldn’t care less about that.

Request: taehyung wants to cuddle but you leave- @minyoongimakesmefeelthings

Of lace and lust- @hobidreams

friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.

Cheeky- @guksthighs

“Want some vanilla?” Taehyung groaned before he pulled you up by the hand you were offering and took a bite of it, his gaze piercing yours before his hand was on the small of your back and he pulled you into a kiss tasting like vanilla and salt.

Tae gets jealous when you go on a date- @minstrivia

says it on the tin

Let’s marvin gaye- @minstrivia

it’s valentine’s day. and it’s due time he shows you how it feels to make love.

See you- @gimmesumsuga

Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

Slowdance on the inside- @floralseokjin

Taehyung has liked you as long as he can remember. He’s unsure when the line blurred from friendship to romantically, but it’s about to get a lot worse when he’s forced to watch you date his friend, Jungkook…

Under the taeble- @functioningishardforme

getting a little handsy under the table

Four’s a crowd- @guksthighs

As a birthday present your boyfriends Jimin and Taehyung take you for a special stripping show, little do they know how attracted you’ll be to the officer and the acts you’ll be performing to win this new man’s heart and cock.

Playing to win- @tayegi

Taekook friends-with-benefits threesome/porn without plot nonsense

Sapphire- @writingseoul

playing video games with tae ends up a little differently then you thought

A freindly favour- @baeseoul

you help tae out before his date

baby,baby- @hobiwonder

When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

Talk- @taehyungforreal

Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out… as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

Clair de lune- @taehyungforreal

being rewritten at the moment

Sore loser- @kingsuckjin

It’s game night with the maknae line. You team up as always with Jimin and Jungkook to beat your best friend and crush, Kim Taehyung. It’s all fun and games until this time he gets mad and decides to play a little game with just the two of you alone in his room.

Plan V- @taesbetch

When y/n can’t seem to find love she turns to her playboy best friend to help her find someone to lose her virginity too. However, fate has other plans

Breath of spring- @cupofteaguk

he works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

Corruption- @95boysbe

DOM tae takes your virginity

Laundry day- @hobidreams

taehyung discovers the surprise you left for him.

I belong to you - @jessikahathaway

you have rare blood, a deadly secret in the world that's run by vampires. Your family learns the risk the hard way and when your taken away to the highest ranking vampires in the world, your shocked at the decision you have to make, but its okay as one vampire in particular takes your fancy.

Obsidian- @kpopfanfictrash

The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath. All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate. (so good guys)

Silk and skin- @kpopfanfictrash

You and your boyfriend, Taehyung, are playing a game of truth or dare when a very distinctive kink emerges from the fray.

Drawing darcy- @kpopfanfictrash

Tae loves taking random photos of you secretly, and one day when you’re looking through his phone you find out

Impatient- @bxebxee

You are honor-bound to do your duty as a princess and marry for the good of the kingdom. Marriage, like many things in your life, is meant to serve a purpose. But you know you should be grateful because there are far worse fates than being engaged to marry Prince Taehyung.

Coming home- @taetaesource

Taehyung as a single parent. He was looking for a babysitter to help him raise his kid and then he met you.

Heart is where home is- @gukyi

somehow, when you woke up this morning, you didn’t really picture yourself falling in love with the attractive, well-read traveller sitting next to you on the plane, but a missed connection and an alarming amount of hand-holding later, you find that you both get a lot more than what you paid for.

Can you see my pulse- @rohobi

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you’re pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital.

when you least expect it- @johobi

You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

Electric lovers- @submissive-bangtan

An epidemic breaks out. The world is plunged into chaos. One giant corporation seizes its chance and puts you into quarantine, promising to heal the symptoms you begin to show. Just before you agree to undergo the crucial surgery, an android named Taehyung reveals the truth about the illness to you. A truth that makes you want to escape with him.

Babysitter- @kz-i-co

You were visiting home for the weekend to find out that your parents have hired a new babysitter. (jjk version aswell)

Shy lover- @squishyjiminnie

You’re popular and he’s painfully shy, he acts like he hates you but what if he thinks a lot more of you than you think?

Tempting- @kinktae

Y/N is an angel and a good one at that. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She is out performing her duties when she runs into a demon. Luckily for her, that demon, Taehyung, doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, Taehyung just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

Or, “For someone who is meant to be so pure, you sure are dirty, angel.”

Who cares- @floralseokjin

what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?

Wings- @bangtangurlarmy

He tells to nobody in particular as to why he is on Earth.

Third boy is the charm- @sangsanghaebwa

With Namjoon as your sweetheart roommate and Jimin as your adorable bestfriend, who you openly crush on, things still somehow remained easy, until Taehyung entered your life.

Fifteen minutes- @btssmutgalore

you don’t do dates - all you give guys is fifteen minutes to see if they can impress you, and Taehyung’s fifteen minutes have just started.

The counselor- @dom-joonie

You’ve been feeling a bit…depressed. At your friends recommendation, you go to see a counselor, but…he’s a lot more than you expected.

Enemy- @btssmutgalore

Taehyung may be cocky, but he has every reason to be. After all, he never gets turned down by women – at least not until he meets you.

Pluto- @katobobato

y/n has always had a knack for getting herself into trouble. She is no stranger to danger, what with being a member of one of the biggest gangs in the country. Not only is she a member but she is dating their leader, Jeon Jungkook. Things get heated, however, when she is abducted by a rival gang that hopes to use her as a way to get to Jungkook. Will her kidnapper, the ruthless Kim Taehyung himself, be able to subdue the snarky gangster or will she put up a fight to the end?

“134340?“.

Begin again- @writtenyoongi

things had been tough since your divorce from yoongi, you were still heartbroken over losing him whilst trying to balance being a single mother and providing the best you could for your daughter. when kim taehyung enters your life you start to learn how to love again, but the beautiful man is not without his own source of heartbreak.

Curious- @honeymoonjin

Taehyung confides in you and your boyfriend Yoongi that he might be bi, and the two of you offer to let him experiment with you to find out.

Upstream colour- @honeymoonjin

welcome to the first Upstream Colour drabble! please do not read this until after you finish UC, which is available to read here. Word count of this is 426. Mentions of sexual content, non-explicit. Otherwise it’s just fluff. Taehyung x reader

Somebody else- @jamaisjoons

yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else.

Multiverse- @jungkookiebus

what if…what if you found a tear in the universe? in a world where parallel universes seemingly don’t exist, there appears to be an overlap. what you had previously believed to be a haunting has now turned into something else, something tangible. everything you thought you knew about reality is about to be upturned and crumbled like a house of cards.

Stealing the bite- @wildernessuntothemselves

In a world populated by the supernatural, witches were the most despised and mistrusted of creatures. Everyone desired to make use of their powers but no one was willing to be seen openly conferring with them. And so there came to pass a heinous practice: Small covens of witches were isolated and kept under wraps in every kingdom, to be utilized when needed, and kept under close watch to prevent them from rebelling. Growing up in a kingdom ruled by werewolves, abuse and scorn were a fact of life, but you were determined to put an end to it. You devised a devious plan to gain power, and it involved a certain prince.

Clandestine- @ditzymax

As a professional assassin, Kim Kinsoo has many shrouded secrets in her life. Some of them she shares openly with her loving boyfriend, but there are other things he must never know…

Insomnia- @hobiwonder

this is being rewritten

Dirty dishes- @jaysdimples

when your boyfriend can’t seem to keep his hands to himself so he stirs up a little trouble in the kitchen while everyone else is a few feet away in the next room

Dalliance- @jvnghxope

The Association sends you to your first mission alone and you encounter a Pureblood ⎯a race you believed were extinct⎯ who is in the mood to play.

Freak- @kissmetae

your crush on your best friend was obvious and so was his. but as you took the next step together things turned out completely different. an accident caused an unbreakable bond and you found out about the secret he had kept from you for so long. a secret that put you in danger, forcing you to run away from him.

but the bond brought with it more than you both thought... to put it charmingly, your blood thirsty lover was thirsty for far more than just blood and the world you once knew turned into something completely different

Lavender flowers- @kissmetae

it all started when your boyfriend starting showing weird and abnormal behaviour...

at first it wasn't anything beyond the ordinary but as it gradually got worse and worse you were getting really worried...he couldn’t sleep and kept waking up in the middle of the night. but one morning was worse than others... and it would be the start of new encounters and a big change for both you...

Freedom- @tayegi

fleeing form your wedding you get into a little trouble with a certain vampire

Hung, open the door- @gotmetalkinginmysleep

You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.

The doms next door- @tatertotthethot

in which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

Once bitten, twice shy- @pbandjk

You met Taehyung in college and he convinces you to move to his hometown with him. The town is nice, Taehyung’s friends are great, and you get along with everyone except Jungkook. You can’t seem to figure out what you’ve done to make him not like you, and why did you care so much? Also, why did none of them ever get cold?

Push your buttons- @littlemisskookie

You return to your childhood home in an attempt to uncover your past, despite the fact it seems as though everyone’s determined to keep it hidden.

Sehebon- @httpjeon

you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you’ve arrived at an interesting time.

Thursday night- @sinsforjeon

You do a lot of things on a Thursday night but what you were doing right now was something you weren’t used to, not that you were complaining.

Flower arrangements- @iq-biased

From the moment you met Taehyung, his flourish for life drew you in completely. It wasn’t long before you fell head over heals for the tattoo artist who was so wrong for you, it felt right. But your story hasn’t always been an easy one, and just recently it’s become a whole lot more complicated…

Overworked and sequel- @iq-biased

A stressful weak teaching has you turning to your colleague for help.

Wrapped around- @jjkfire

Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Summerboy- @koyamuses

In the mid-July heat, you find yourself unable to tear your gaze from the pool boy, whose skin glistens beneath rivulets of water as he sets about to clean your pool.

The talk- @kittae

A drabble series where Taehyung is a successful artistic erotica actor but has to expand his areas of expertise in the rapidly evolving world of adult film. Lost and inexperienced in everything that doesn’t involve classy settings, flattering lighting and romantic scripts, he basically has to start from scratch to make it in the online porn community. As a highly demanded A-lister in that community, you take him under your wings (or better yet, between your legs).

Always together- @kittae

having a romantic night with your life long lover and friend

New tricks- @geniuslab

When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

Try my luck- @drquinzelharleen

When your sister passed away a few years ago you took in her two kids, Yoongi and Jimin. You were happy to do it. Now Jimin was going into kindergarten and you were so worried. But when Jimin comes home talking about his new kindergarten teacher, Taetae everyday. You start to wonder who this man is. Turns out he was just what your little family needed.

Slip through the seams- @deerguk

your locomotion is not that of a normal human being, rather it is to extent of physically being able to transport from one place to another. normally, your seams slip you into locations that you are familiar with, but when you unexpectedly happen upon the apartment of Kim Teahyung in Seoul, south korea- your ability that you have always deemed a curse begins to feel more like a blessing in disguise

Lucy- @gamerguk

after reading a few more titles of the videos you’ve uploaded, taehyung has come to the conclusion that you’re the hottest fucking dumbass he’s ever seen and so desperately wants to fuck.

The roommate- @jjungkookislife

y/n is desperate to find a place to live in her city when her best friend, jimin suggests she moves in with his friend Jungkook (poly au)

Addicted to your touch- @jjungkookislife

spending valentines with your boyfriends

change- @junghelioseok

a kind, handsome stranger makes you question your deteriorating relationship

Heaven- @pjm-com

Being an angel who is dating a demon wasn’t easy in your community especially when everyone weighs in.

Petals- @katobobato

Every day the same boy with fluffy brown hair steps foot into y/n’s flower shop. He never buys any of the flowers, no, he just takes his time inspecting them all, taking in the heavenly scents. One day, however, he doesn’t come in. y/n wonders what happened to him until she bumps into him on her way home, surrounded by dying plants.

“The flowers get sad when you don’t look after yourself“.

Dick and go- @jeonggukingdom

It was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it.

All that is gold- @winetae

As a college student struggling to make ends meet, Taehyung resorts to a less than ethical method to satisfy his appetite for expensive treats. The last thing he wants is for you to find out how he acquires the Gucci in his closet… however this proves to be difficult when you are his roommate.

↳ or : Taehyung is a sugar baby and somehow thinks he can keep this a secret

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The Prison Kingdom

Chapter 1: The Empty Legacy

Summary: The world is becoming more and more dangerous, both on land and sea. It’s time for you to face this fight, and dragon, on your own terms. Even if it means siding along with the kingdom who would condemn your kind without mercy.

Warnings: Mention about decapitation.

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Lotura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

A/N: It’s a medieval-ish AU with dragons. What more could you want?

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[There’s an old saying among renegade sea folk: The pirate that counts their booty are mere thieves.

War and death have pillaged the water and dirt of the planet for centuries, costing innocent lives from both sides. It was easy to paint the enemy as the enemy, as the one who needs to die before their sword cuts down your soul. It was easy to defend what you righteously believed needs to be defended, whether that be gold or the treasures that come with family and friends. It was easy to embrace that the laws of the sea were, at best, just rumors among the free people.

And such laws, such rules whispered by the dead man, don’t apply to the mystical wildlife. They don’t apply to creatures who have no loyalty, who have no other moral besides kill and eat for survival. From the trolls of the mountains, to the mermaids of the sea, to the fae of the forests, to the very dragons who control elements with ferocity matching the epitome of death itself, it would do well to remember that a set of fangs have no set order to kill.

But while beasts and monsters roam, and kingdoms rise and fall to the tests of time, and legends become lingering myths by the breath of the wind, it is the folly of prideful ignorance which murders countless more than the culmination of every bloodthirsty demon known in existence. With that in mind, tread carefully around those you would call allies or friends or like-minded folks. The Codex of Life may preach all-for-one and one-for-all, but deep down, it is a beautifully written lie for the over-eager martyrs.

Do not fall for such false speech regarding the dichotomy of good and evil.

Severing a hydra’s head will not kill it. Mana spells are useless against the naga’s of the Ice Plateaus. Beware of the volcano whose smoke takes form of two lovers, for no weapon or mantra can quell their rage should you cross them on a full moon. This collection of knowledge will help spread death, strike fear and hope in the hearts of many, and I leave this to you, my child.

You will have no legacy to follow. You are the bastard child I left behind to reach that unreachable freedom. You will make your own name amongst the farthest edges of the sea with every gale that blesses your sails.

You are a pirate.]

Closing the leather-bound journal, you skimmed your thumb over the pressed design of crossbones and cutlass’ on the cover. A legacy forgotten and one you would never know about? Dead men tell no tales, indeed. But regardless, this book would help with the bounty you were debating on facing. The paper was flimsy, hastily ripped off the pole to save for later, but the words were clear as day. And if you were able to complete this task, pocket enough shiny coin to support your entire crew with all the rum and pleasure they could want for years on end, leave behind your own legend, then that’d be enough for you.

“Seeking Dragonslayers of all kind! Report to Altea, Blessed Kingdom of Oriande!”

Then, hastily scribbled at the bottom.

“Speak to Paladin Takashi of the Black Mane Guild.”

Hefting yourself from your seat, you downed the rest of your mug reeking of ale and moist wood. The jovial band played, the patrons danced, the entire room was filled with fighting life, and it was impossible to not let it flow through you. It felt wrong to hold such a book in this place, the taboo writings from death’s bleeding quill. And so, with a tip of your hat and a silver doubloon for the ever so diligent barkeep, you stumbled out into the chill of the night with nothing but your guns, your sword, and the magical warmth of ale to keep you steadfast and eager towards your freedom.

But freedom always came with a cost and you paid a leg to chase it.

When you passed through the heavily fortified gates of Altea, shimmering in that pristine metal forged only by the elves of old, nothing came as a surprise. This place, this kingdom, the people here, were rich with elegance and practically congested in an air of royalty. Prim and proper. Clean, lethal, and ready to strike while looking mystical by default. Alteans, they called themselves. A long generation of the ancient Elven deities, granted with the dwindling power of magic.

The book states they do not share their secrets with outsiders. Not even to those stupidly loyal to them.

Imagine the raised brow of confusion when you saw their captain, that Takashi fellow, was a werewolf. So far from his pack, this one. Though, it made sense. Ferocious, fierce, werewolves were not meant to be trifled with, full moon or no. The loyalty of the wolf combined with the logical reasoning of man? Smart. Now, the real question was where did his allegiance lie?

“Paladin Takashi, I presume?”

Grey eyes, like the foggiest of winter nights, met yours and you saw him size you up with but a flash. Not lecherously, no, more like how a soldier would assess a fight, a situation, a potential ally or enemy. With amusement glistening in YOUR eyes, you found that he couldn’t pinpoint you down. A pirate on land? Joining the fight for a good cause? Yes, yes, you heard it all before. Walking ironies were always meant to be suspicious.

But pirates had charm and you knew when to use it.

With a flourished bow, both exaggerating in mock and respect, you spoke through a grin, “Allow me to introduce meself, ser. I be known as Peg-Leg the Kegmaster, cannon crafter and duelist extraordinaire of The Mermaid’s Doom, here at yer service.”

“A pirate?”

“Aye, a pirate, and if ye gunna be needin’ a slayed dragon, then yer gunna be needin’ what I have’ta offer.”

“To be honest, I’m surprised the guards didn’t detain you at first sight. But, desperate times call for desperate measures,” he replied freely, not at all with a judgmental tone but one of legitimate concern for you, for a stranger.

“An’ I be the perfect one fer those desperate times, mate.”

You placed the bounty parchment on the table in front of him then slid into the seat, onlookers tending to their own business. Coming here, to the central command of the vigilant army, there were all sorts of different kinds of folks around. Some wielding spears and donning turtle shells on their backs, others like Shiro with ears and tails and even fangs of werewolves, feathered harpies whose talons looked lethal enough to kill a shark, and even dwarves armored with fine metal from top to bottom.

A ragtag group of people, all coming together to fight one monster which has been blighting their landlubbing surface for who knows how long. An honorable cause, but as they say, there’s no honor amongst thieves. That’s why proving yourself right now would be pivotal to your aligned goals.

“By order of Her Majesty, Princess Allura, I have been bestowed the task of ridding the quintessence raged dragon of the north. Because of this, we can not allow magic-wielders to join our group. I know Peg is not your real name - “ you grinned cheekily, not at all affected by the admonishing tone in the truth, “ - but if you use quintessence to fight, I’m afraid you’re of no use to us on the frontline.”

“Nay, I t’aint one for hocus-pocus witchcraft. You start mutterin’ curses and voodoo gobbledee gook, I scatter like-a flock o’ gulls fleeing from the slimy tentacles of kraken itself.” With a nod to the paper, you continued, “If I were to be speakin’ the truth, matey, I’m here fer the gold. Nothing more, nothing less. Anything to do with yer kingdoms rubbin’ elbows with ya fancy silks are of no concern to me.”

Shiro leaned back, arms crossed, then tilted his head just a bit, not at all unlike a puppy trying to understand some strange phenomenon. He wasn’t a fresh soldier from the pack. Battle scars under his fur showed that this isn’t the first time he’s faced a foe bigger than himself. It was only by his strong connection with his righteous virtues and a debt owed to Altea, more specifically Honerva, that he was appointed captain of this draconic crusade.

But his trust in his instincts were always on point. That made him invaluable and right now? With watching you smile that smarmy smile, his instincts told him that, yes, you were good. Rogues were a recipe for trouble, add that with the lot of pirates, and you get chaos. An ace up the sleeve, a random boon that benefits all based on the law of uncertainty. Shiro would take a draw rather than a loss any day.

And he’s dealt with pirates before. Closely, in fact.

The Paladin rubbed his chin with his prosthetic arm, the smooth surface of quintessence run mechanism offering a small calm for his thoughts. “Where’s the rest of your crew?”

“The wind in the sails took ‘em to the sea. I chose t’stay. ‘Tis only a matter of time before this dragon o’ yers starts roosting in other lands and I ain’t one for facing more monsters below and above the waves,” your voice trailed off for a moment before your eyes snapped from his arm to his face, “Nor am I lookin’ to be noosed by yer masters. If this alliance can not be, I’ll be on me merry way an’ ye won’t need ‘ta worry about one more pirate on your plate.”

But he was no fool. Word of the growing stress between kingdoms reached even overseas in the last decade. News about the alliance between Altea and Daibazaal falling out with King Alfor’s death, or rather, “assassination.” It was rumored that the Galra leaders unleashed an ancient dragon, created of pure quintessence, to attack the Elven empire and cripple the nation. After the destruction which nearly annihilated the royal family, it fled to the Kral Zera holy lands, never to be seen again.

Until now. Shiro repeatedly told himself that perhaps this was just a dead end, a fairy tale told to keep kids safe and sound inside. A story meant to induce fear that the evil dragon can sense wrongdoings and will come eat you to gain more power. All leads he followed led to different answers, and this may be an unaccomplished quest in the end, but if that were the case, then he will serve to protect the innocent at the highest cost.

“The Black Mane work with several nations, not just one. If you can prove to be useful, be battle ready when needed, and are willing to help all, then consider yourself part of the pact,” he pulled out a folded paper from his pouch then slid it to you, “It’s a contract, rules to be followed while commissioned by the guild.”

“Yer giving me a set o’ rules?”

Now, this is where he let slip a grin hiding familiar mischief, “They’re more like guidelines should you choose to follow them, for your safety and the successful completion of this quest.”

“Tell me something, cap’n,” you asked, eyes reading but mindful of his attention, “Have ye ever broken one o’ them rules of yers?”

“Yes.” Straight answer with a tone of finality, a tone of that is all I’m saying on the matter.

You signed across the line, temporarily giving your time and life over to this noble cause, “Then do we have an accord?”

Shiro shook hands with pirates before. He’s taken more hands before, too. But what most people would suspiciously think about making deals with pirates were wrong. Honor and loyalty weren’t definitions they followed by their very soul, not like he did, yet as he firmly grasped your offered hand in agreement, his instincts told him one jarring fact.

This deal was empty, but oddly promising.

#spacestories #lotor x reader #hoist the colors!!!

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