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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Friend. F r I e N d. Your smol brother Razor hcs made my insides flippyflop. I beg, I plead...

My daughter QiQi? Holding onto my sleeve while we go picking herbs so she knows she can get home? Getting her a little bag with a notebook and pen so she always has memory?

SAYING THE LINE FROM WHERE THE WIND LEADS AND ASKING FOR A HUG?!

Scolding Baizhu for letting her go herb picking when he knows she probably won't remember the way home?!?! Because Archons man like NO.

Hello!! Flippyflop??!! Over my writing ??!! 🥺🥺 <3

AND FOR MY NEXT TRICK... WE SHALL DO... THE OTHER CHILD THAT NEEDS A CARING ADULT!!

Also srry im rlly slow getting to yalls asks i promise it will come and i love u all for giving me asks <33

(*´▽)ノ✨️ NOW LETS GO ! ! ✨️

(Now before yall come at me, I am aware Baizhu does care about her, but BUT, he still is studying her/canonically has ulterior motives, and lets her pick herbs when she may not be able to find her way back, also he doesnt strike me as the type to be super affectionate/parental, as cute as it is to write him that way)

What a b l e s s e d ask, this is so cute i love all the kids in genshin their adorable

So... im kinda a consistent Sagau writer, and i love requests like this! But also, im not sure if u guys want me to still apply Sagau/Isekai setting to these requests on top of what was initially asked??

So i will pretty much always make all requests will be SAGAU/ISEKAI Reader based, UNLESS YOU STATE OTHERWISE IN THE ASK!!

Oh Qiqi, another child product of ✨️traumatic events✨️

(Future me after finishing this: oh god what monster have I unleashed upon the world, upon the sagau tag, upon my innocent followers...)

Damn ur lucky u didnt land in Jueyun Karst or nothin

Or on one of the many mountains/cliffs all over Liyue

Its honestly more a shock u arent on a mountain bc theres so many,,

Ur pretty close to Liyue Harbor luckily, not in town, but sort of at the base of Mt Tianheng by the looks of it, almost behind it

Its about sunset too, WOW

Liyue Harbor is hella bigger than in game, holy fuck its actually a huge port city

Should u go into the city??

Ur not sure, do they speak English??

...Wait u dont got a single mora

U cant even get an inn rn RIP

?? Should u just? Find a cave?? To sleep in??

But what about monsters??!

(Call Xiao? Nah he'd freak tf out on u, Shenhe maybe? She is the only option u can think of that seems like she would possibly take in a random homeless traveler from another world, mostly bc she could beat ur ass no matter what)

So,, Shenhe? Maybe? Ur still not sold on the idea but maybe u could gather something out here to sell on a street corner?? Or to Wanmin maybe for fresh ingredients?

Yeah sure why not,

With that, u just wander around the area, checking out all the plants and animals

The fennec foxes are so adorable

Oh shit some mint and sweet flower, finally

Oh hell yeah a sunsettia, u got food now 💪

U hold onto some of it to sell (including a low violet grass hell yeah)

Crunchin and munchin ur way thru Liyue now, it isnt until u find a particularly wooded area that u hear ur first sign of human life

...

Stand corrected,

Unlife...?

A soft hum, almost a lullaby, comes from Qiqi as she picks up other flowers youve never seen before (ooo new liyue plants)

Should u just leave? She seems busy and u dont wanna distract her bc she might forget to go back to her task..

Wait a minute.

On the other hand,

Now you can finally achieve one of your many goals in Genshin that you couldn't as a player.

Help Qiqi collect herbs and guide her back,

And scold Baizhu. >:)

(whats he gonna do?? call the milieth on you??? for some rude person who doesnt like the way he makes a child wander off, who has memory issues and cant find her way back??? thats what you thought)

Approaching the tiny zombie girl, you purposely step on a branch to let her know ur there

...she doesn't even flinch, instead she vvveerrryy slooowwwlllyyy lifts her head up from her bent position

Her big doe eyes 🥺

They dont look empty, or dead just kinda dreamy

She tilts her head, the adepti paper covering an eye

Qiqi: "...do I know you? ..you feel... familiar..."

Oh this is crazy, she sounds exactly like in game, but instead of in a screen, her voice is in front of you

You respond "Oh I don't think so?" You introduce yourself,

"Are you alone out here? The sun is setting..."

It didnt strike you until now, but the zombie girl is so... so... tiny

OMGGGG😫💘

I mean, you knew the kids were small, but not 5-6 year old small!!!

Qiqi stands, and you see her holding a basket in the crook of her other arm, full of greenery

(some u recognize like violet grass, horsetails, but others are completely new, wow u gotta wander around Liyue after u find somewhere to sleep tonight to check out how much more fleshed out it is irl...)

The little cryo user is the picture perfect image of sweetness 💝✨️

The paper falls to the side, and both of her gentle pink eyes look up at you (💔)

Qiqi answers slowly, "...I messed up my routine, I forgot to get herbs this morning...so I couldn't make the medicine for today... I'm getting them now instead.."

She turns to the right, then left, and blinks a few times (💔💔💔)

She kinda looks like she forgot the way back,, you figure you might as well ask

"Do you want help getting back to town? The pharmacy right?"

Qiqi looks back at you, and nods, "Okay...thank you..."

And

And!!

She takes YOUR HANNNDDDD 😫😫😫💔💔💔

Her small fingers are cold, and they wrap around only two of your fingers

SOBBING

Trying to hold the squeal inside urself, you turn and begin to walk off together, following the path around Mt. Tianheng into town

♤

HELL YEAH QIQI TIME LETS GOOO

After hearing about your homeless situation, Qiqi and Baizhu offer the guest room for the night, also partially as a thank you for helping Qiqi (thank fuck theyre that nice)

After talking on the way over,

Turns out that Baizhu lives just out of town of Liyue, (not found in the game, was is it with not showing characters houses...) that way he has some greenery around his house, and has a garden out back :D 🌱

Baizhu just gets this strange familiar feeling from you (it almost reminds him of,, seeing a regular customer that has been to see him hundreds of times...) that convinces him to offer you a job at the pharmacy, in exchange for living in the guest room for awhile ! ! WOO

MISSION 1:

FIND SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP + GET A JOB, COMPLETED

♧

Now MISSION 2:

GET MONEY, GET FOOD, SCOLD BAIZHU, LOVE QIQI

Literally on the first day out ur like,, Baizhu.

My boss, my friend, my buddy, my homie, my guyyyyy

U gotta let me go with Qiqi from now on, she will literally get lost hoe. 😐

Tapping ur foot at him and everything,

He's a little intimidated tbh bc ur so upfront about it, and agrees

U lowkey shame his parenting (and he actually feels quilty wow)

WITHIN THE FIRST COUPLE DAYS SHE ALSO SAID THIS!!

"Since we first met, I have had a warm feeling inside. Not the kind of warmth that makes me feel rotten. The other kind of warm. The one that happens inside my heart. Thank you. I am happy. Sadly I only recognize the current you. If I forget you... No. I will order myself to remember you."

AHHHHHHHH PERFECT CHILD <333

(Once again, if u read my Razor post, another person who can't quite articulate what you are as the Creator, but just has a feeling about you that ur cozy and safe :')

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SO QIQI CANONICALLY HAS A NOTEBOOK ALREADY!!

(U help her press flowers in it to both leave inside as a pleasent surprise when she forgets about them, and attach some to the front 💖)

And SHE HAS A SCHEDULE.

In the morning, she goes herb picking, then makes medicine, and then does stretches at the end of the day before bed

(At least im pretty sure thats it, it was like 3 things so she could remember easily)

ON LIKE,, THE FIRST FEW DAYS WITH HER, SHE STARTS TO FOLLOW U AROUND MORE AND MORE LIKE A LITTLE DUCKLING

And she even says "...I started memory training exercises recently. So don't worry, I won't forget who you are." 🥲💘

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Qiqi seemed excited to tell u all the plants u dont recognize and what they do in medicine,

U mostly think that bc she walked and talked a little faster,

her emotions arent super obvious bc apparently her facial muscles arent super flexible... :/

(she later on after she trusts you more, will sometimes let u rub her little cheeks and massage her face to let her have more range, she looks like a content kitten those times 😭😭)

But when ur not out and about Liyue's nature with Qiqi,

U do little odd jobs around Liyue, like dog walking, delivering peoples' medicine, and u even registered w/the Adventurer's Guild so u could take on small commissions :D

U used ur money to buy ingredients to cook food for urself and the household (bc Baizhu cant make anything besides soup and tea apparantly srsly how is this man alive)

And thru a series of trial and error (and consulting Xiangling..)

U made coconut milk!!! ✨️🥥🥛

Qiqi loved. It. Every. Time.

She's not tall enough to reach the kitchen counters w/o a stool, but she can peek her little head over it and put her fingers on the edge, which she does everytime u make it 😫😫🥺🥺

She has a 6th sense for everytime u make it, no matter where she is in the house/nearby lol

It was also one of the things she wrote down in her notebook that she didnt wanna forget LMAO

Next to a reminder that she knows you + other facts abt u, is "can make coconut milk"

You can bribe her with it too lol

QIQI BEST KITCHEN HELPER

Shes already Baizhu's assistant, so she is great at cutting, chopping, and prepping ingredients

She insists on helping u everytime, she'll even delay her morning routine for u to make breakfast <3

(U also make sure to remind her to eat and hydrate consistently, bc thatd be hard af to keep track of w/ memory issues, i would know 💀)

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U also used ur money to buy clothes for urself and her!! <3

Also apparently u still have access to the character menu? And ur inventory?? And quests???

U CAN UPGRADE QIQI

(YESS YESSS- MAKE HER THE STRONGEST CHILD IN THE WORLD, GODLIKE STRENGTH THE IMMORTAL UNDYING QIQI AGENDA HAHAHAHA)

(Her outfits show up in her outfit screen!! theres just kinda a hologram button hovering over her chest at all times..)

She seems rlly fond of upgrading her, her weapon, and artifacts bc she likes to be a stronk 💪girl to protect ppl she loves aw <3

(SHE SAID SHE WAS HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO PROTECT U BETTER THE FIRST TIME U ASCENDED HERRRR 😭💘

She also likes to help u out with commissions too, it brings her some variety in her day that shes become fond of!!

(Shes also become fond of you and all the exciting things ur doing)

AND

Ur quests menu is rlly helpful for you but also her!! U just gently reroute her or remind her everytime she needs it :)

(she has slowly gone from asking you what she forgot/what she was supposed to be doing, to just... LOOKING UP AT YOUUUUU FOR THE ANSWERRRR W/O SAYING ANYTHINGGGGG 💔💔💔💔💔💔)

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Bc u got jackshit all else to do in ur freetime, other than exploring, u started picking up some hobbies thatll benefit the both of you!

U bought some fabric and whatnot to make Qiqi a backpack!! So she doesnt have to carry around the herb basket anymore

(the ones being sold were too expensive, and werent quite right for her anyway, but u did stab urself enough times that Baizhu gave u bandages..)

You give it to her on her birthday!! (she also remembered yours!! She gave u herbal medicine and a necklace of gemstones she handmade like noctilous jade and cor lapis cries)

It has lots of pockets, bc Qiqi also likes to get interesting rocks or non-medicinal flowers to give you while yall are outside <3

She loves the backpack, u saw her make the

♡tiniest♡

Smile ever, which made it even cuter to see

(She also just, held it to her chest the whole day 😭)

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ALSO BC SHE STRIKES ME AS A SLOW BURN TYPE OF PERSON TO LOVE SOMEONE (idk if u get that feeling but thats what it seems like to me esp with her memory needing time to remember a new person, she apparently canonically cant always remember Baizhu's face??)

SO A RANDOM DAY AFTER ABOUT A MONTH AND A HALF, YALL WERE ABOUT TO GO HERB PICKING AGAIN AS USUAL,

WHEN SHE TOOK UR SLEEVE AND JUST,, STAYED THERE THE WHOLE TIME,,

EVEN WHEN SHE WAS HERB PICKING-

🫂🫂🫂

Was that your soul leaving your body? Maybe 🤷‍♂️

But when yall r in a crowd of Liyueans and tourists, she straight up latches onto ur hand like a vice grip

She WILL NOT lose you, and ur holding back just as hard, you WILL NOT lose ur amnesiac child!!!

She likes to come into town with u when u go bc while shes not a fan of crowds, she can deal with them a lot better when ur there 🥺

Plus she wants to be able to look out for you!!

SUCH A SWEETHEARTTT

When u asked why she didnt like crowds the first time yall went SHE SAID

"Some people want to take advantage of me. Others are terrified of me. But you... You are not like any of those people."

QIIIIQQQIIIIIII MY BELOVEDDDD CHILDDDD 🥲🥲🥲😭😭😭😭

(ALL OF THESE ARE CANON VOICELINES BTW EXCEPT FOR YALLS FIRST MEETING AT THE TOP!!!)

♡

Ok so she was already pretty strong before you, but now esp since u started upgrading her-

Qiqi is hella strong and has great stamina

U saw this in action in real time when Hu Tao was strolling down the path near where yall were herb picking off to the side

Hu Tao and Qiqi like... locked eyes-

U were looking down at plants but noticed Qiqi not moving, and looked up to see the most intense staring contest ever LMAO

AND LIKE SOME KIND OF LIKE BIRD OR SQURRIEL WHEN THEY LIKE FREEZE AND THEN BOLT WHEN U ARENT EXPECTING IT THEY ARE OFF LMFAO

QIQI IS RUNNING FOR THE HILLS, ITS LITERALLY INSANE TO WATCH HER BE SO FAST AHSHAKKALDFH

HU TAO IS ALSO FAST BUT LIKE THERES STILL A GOOD AMOUNT OF DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM-

AS U FINALLY GET OVER THE SHOCK, U RUN AFTER THEM LOL

THEY QUICKLY OUT PACE UR SLOW ASS AND UR HUNCHED OVER DYING AND JUST BEFORE THEY GET OUT OF RANGE U HEAR-

"YOU HAVE TO LET ME PUT YOU TO REST, DON'T WORRY YOU'LL LIKE IT DOWN THERE THE DIRT IS NICE AND COLD!!"

AND AN INDIGNANT "No!"

LMAO HU TAO GIVES UP 2 HOURS LATER, AND QIQI WAS LITERALLY RUNNING AND CLIMBING THE WHOLE TIME LMFAO

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SO IDK IF YALL SEEN IT BUT THERES A TRAILER OUT ABOUT XIAO i think??

AND AT ONE POINT QIQI CANONICALLY SAYS SHE CARRIED HIM WHEN HE WAS PASSED OUT BACK TO THE PHARMACY 💀

U WERE THERE WHEN YALL FOUND XIAO

it was kinda shocking to finally have ran into him (bc u figured there was no way he would come down to see some rando human, even if u had almond tofu)

AND HE'S PASSED OUT??!!?!?!

Top ten most disturbing images: Xiao face first on the ground, out of it

And while ur like panicking "omfg how tf am i gonna carry this mf all the way back to the pharmacy, omg what happened, oh jesus this is insane its literally XIAO and he's PASSED OUT-"

Qiqi in the background like, "hup"

And just arranges him in a piggyback carry, his legs and arms sticking straight out in front of her, his ass almost touching the GROUNNNDDD😭😭😭

You: *shocked pikachu face meme LMAOOO

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I LOVE THAT THIS IS CANON OHMYGODTHIS MIGHT BETHE FUNNIEST SHIT OUT OF GENSHIN LORE/STORY YET

♤

Bonus: Zhongli has been going in-fucking-sane trying to locate where u are lol, Hu Tao literally made him take a few days off bc he was pacing around the harbor so much 😭

He always seems to get to where you are, just as you leave the area (apparently Qiqi's deathlike presence throws off ur very full of life one)

Literally as soon as you landed (woke up?) On Liyue soil, he was hyper aware of you

The other adepti are searching the rest of Liyue just in case ur someone where else

Lol wonder how long it took him to realize u were just workin at Bubu Pharmacy LMAO

Tell me what to write! :) ♡

Reminder: A 100+ Followers celebration POLL!!

HOLY FUCK!!

OML

OMFG

SATAN ON A STICK-

THIS IS SO LONG 😭????? WHAT HAPPENED

THIS THING AS LONG AS A FALL INTO THE ABYSS

HELL-

WHAT THE FUCK

WELL NOW I KNOW WHY IT TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG TO POST ANYTHING FOR A FEW DAYS BC THIS IS A FREAK OF NATURE

I ALREADY MADE THE LAST ONE TOO LONG AND NOW HERE WE ARE CRYING

I hope u enjoyed this fucking monster anon sob-

oh my god im actually shocked you guys, i just scrolled up and down this thing-

I can't even like, flick it once and let it scroll really fast and reach the top u know what i mean?? 😟😰🙂🙃🥲

I just,, i had so many ideas, and as i typed and tried to get them all down i-

uh,, aNyWaY,,, enjoy yalls week guys...😟😃 distantsobbing

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡ the beloveds ♡

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chainelunaire · 1 year

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random lov headcanons

pt. 2

shigaraki

- he knows and remembers birthday date of every lov member, even dabi’s. he won’t give a present, of course, but he’ll say something like “happy birhday, glad you didn’t die yet” .

- doesn’t like listening to music, but likes to occasionally observe toga playing guitar or dabi singing.

- he’s fine with lov members breaking into his room at any time. he’s the one who’s sort of a comforting figure, when somebody’s off. he’ll let this person stay in his room, doing whatever (within reason) while doing his own business. he will listen to a person’s ramblings and say his thoughts on a matter from time to time.

- he collects every item somebody who he cares about have given to him. his collection includes toga’s diy cards and paper flowers, kurogiri’s books, spinner’s CD’s and collection of old games.

- likes to write. it’s something he considers unserious, and he does this mainly to relax, but it’s something dear to him.

- his room is the messiest of all lov members.

- he’s very forgiving, but only to the ones he cares about. it’s subconscious thing, and it’s something everyone around him is very aware of. he’ll be very understanding if a person just say they’re sorry and it won’t happen again. he’ll probably be a little shit about it, but still let them slide with a lot.

- he likes to lay his head on any lov member thighs and just sleep while they’re playing with his hair or reading. it’s mainly toga, twice or spinner, but sometimes it’s dabi or kurogiri he’s lying next to, while chatting about whatever. he’s affectionate like that.

- he’s actually very intilligent, even if he’s not great with self-discipline, he’s very patient while learning or explaining something. he’s the best choice to go to if you don’t get something, he’ll explain it in great detail and in very simple manner.

- lets toga paint his nails and even do his makeup. he doesn’t care about that, so he’s fine with it, since she’s just radiating with joy.

- hates movie nights with passion, but likes to go for a long (like, really long, for a few hours) walk at night. sometimes he does this alone, sometimes dabi or compress make him company.

dabi

- likes to go out every once in a while and just relax, listening to music while drinking his beer. he’s usually doing this alone, now he’s doing this with twice and compress.

- he’s almost always hungry. he’s never full. values food a lot, since he was homeless for a very long time. that’s also a reason he’s very generous with homeless people on streets. he’s doing fine these days, he can afford that, so he doesn’t mind sharing his money. he knows the struggle first hand.

- has a very nice deep voice, he just likes to sing. was very careful with that in the beginning, now he doesn’t care. he sings almost wherever. no one really complains, since he sings beautifully.

- likes to read anything space-related, was in that team since he was a kid. knows a lot about stars and all that jazz, enjoys observing them in peace. it’s very relaxing to him. it’s also one of the few topics he’s kind of talkative on.

- sometimes he wears glasses. they’re not the best for him, he just stole it, but it’s better than nothing, since without them he’s practically blind. with glasses on, he looks bizzarre and strangely attractive at the same time. if someone comments on it, he will immediately remove them while saying he doesn’t want to see these ugly faces anymore.

- is a clean freak. everything needs to be clean. it’s just kind of necessity with his open wounds, and by himself he just likes everything to be neat.

- sometimes toga convinces him to do her hair. it happens every once in a blue moon, but he does great hairstyles on her.

- knows how to sew, so he can actually help with repairing clothes, if asked well enough.

- he loves kids. he doesn’t even try to hide it, he’s just the best around them, so much more gentle and funny and outgoing. there were a lot of orphans near their old hideout, he liked to play football with them. he likes kids because they don’t usually lie as much as adults, they’re blunt and fearless in that sense.

- learnt to play piano a bit by just observing compress doing it.

- he’s very bad with electronic devices, he breaks everything he touches. shigaraki teases him about it a lot, saying he must’ve possessed his quirk.

- his eyes glow in the dark. he also sees better in complete darkness than in a daylight. it doesn’t hurt his eyes that much.

#i got tired sorry #bnha #bnha headcannons #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki x reader #dabi #dabi headcanons #dabi imagine #bnha general

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andaniellight · 2 years

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Moon Knight System fic recs!

I’m talking about non-slash and/or Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector fics that easily became my favorite and/or comfort fics on AO3 here, by the way!

Do you have any more fic recs that you want to share with others? Cause so far I’ve only read:

🌙 So this could be the death of me (or maybe just a better me) written by darkerintheday

(Rated General (G))

Summary:

“Do you remember me?” There’s a gloating quality to this man’s voice, and Steven decidedly hates it. “Two years ago. Amsterdam. You ruined my entire operation in one night, but you made one mistake, Spector, you know that? You know what it was?”

“This is a rhetorical question, isn’t it?”

“It was fucking me—”

“Absolutely not,” Steven interrupts. “Marc’s standards are higher than that.”

His head gets snapped back for that, a swift punch to his jaw sending hot jolts of pain down his face. He is definitely going to bruise. It’s still kind of worth it.

———

Or: One time Marc saves Steven, one time Jake saves Marc, and one time Steven saves Jake. (And so forth.)

Main Tags: Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Marc Spector, all of them go feral when any one of them is in danger that's just how it is i dont make the rules, bamf all of them honestly, mentions of waterboarding and panic attack, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

🌙 Someone tell jake lockley they can afford healthcare in the UK also written by darkerintheday

(Rated General (G))

Summary:

“You know,” Marc pops in to say, after Jake spaces out at the fridge for too long, “usually the food’s inside the refrigerator. You have to open it, maybe. Just a suggestion.”

“Okay, smartass,” Jake gripes. “You do it then.”

“Or," Marc backtracks, "you could keep staring at the fridge, which is both a healthy and reasonable thing to do.”

———

Steven catches a cold from the museum, and the boys figure out how to deal with it.

Main Tags: Humor, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Sick Fic

🌙 Let these flames engulf all of my skin (let my memory get scorched by the wind) written by JaggedEmeraldsOfGold

(Rated Teen and Up Audience)

Summary:

Marc happens to pass by a random homeless kid on the streets of New York. This, it turns out, is a mistake, because Steven- Steven, for some Khonshu-damned reason, grows attached.

(And Marc doesn't. He really, really doesn't. He swears.)

Main Tags: Character Study, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), vaguely post moon knight

🌙 You're free now (and other 2 fics) written by stellacecfair

Summary:

"Haven't you ever had a hobby?" Steven asks. "Something you do to take your mind off things?"

"Well, my hobby used to be beating people up," Marc says with a shrug. "Enacting Khonshu's justice, risking my life, getting injured, you know how it goes."

"Unfortunately, I do now," Steven sniffs. "But that wasn't a hobby, that was the theft of your free will. I meant something like... rowing."

"Rowing? Well, I did row a boat down a river while escaping from a crime syndicate once- they were shootin' at me from a bigger boat, and I got a bullet in my-"

"Right!" Steven interrupts him. "We're going to find you a non-aggressive outlet. You really need to branch out more."

***

Steven tries to help Marc find peace.

(It comes with a beautiful art by tumblr user moondoposting now!)

Main Tags: Friendship, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Post-Canon, Trauma, Fluff and Angst

🌙 A moment of peace written by DarkPilot

(Rated Teen and Up Audience)

Summary:

In which Steven tries to make good on his promise to never give Marc a moment of peace for what he did; in which Marc attempts to explain their DID to Steven; in which Khonshu ominously perches on airplane wings; in which Jake Lockley makes a brief cameo as head of the Steven Grant Protection Squad; and in which Marc reflects on his history at least a little bit.

Takes place during the last few minutes of Episode 2, before we see Marc and Steven in Cairo.

Main Tags: Childhood Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Introspection, Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts, Canon Compliant

🌙 A drink to shitty rescue plans (and other 5 fics) written by notmadderred

(Rated Teen and Up Audience)

Summary:

In other words, a fantastic day for one Jake Lockley. If he didn’t share a body with them, he’d have strangled Marc and Steven both for their stupidity of getting in this situation, seeing as if Jake was in charge, this definitely wouldn’t have happened. Well, maybe it would have, but Jake was reasonably confident he wouldn’t have woken up in a fucking coffin if that were the case. And not waking in a coffin goes a long way.

Main Tags: Season/Series 01, Episode: s01e05 Asylum, Fix-It of Sorts, rated for jake lockley's bad mouth, Jake Lockley finally quits his stupid dramatics and shows the fuck up, Mental Instability, steven needs so many hugs, Past Child Abuse, they need a therapist but instead they just have steven with a v

Feel free to reblog and/or reply this post to recommend a fic!

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alexcaninnit · 1 year

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okay so, we're gonna start off with the one who made the whole au even exist.

mikey!!!

so, the mikester ended up with big mama, pretty much immediately after the explosion in draxum's lab. essentially, big mama sent some goons to go and check out the rubble of her old rival(?)/enemy(?)'s laboratory. they quickly came across mikey, who was injured and crying and a little baby. he grew up really spoiled, being big mama's kiddo, and is a master manipulator because of that as well. big mama even finds it difficult to say no to him sometimes.

he's not close to anybody besides big mama, really, and a few of the yokai under big mama have a sort of grudge against him, for one reason or another. he's not a super nice kid. he also wears some clothes, including heart sunglasses, an orange bandana tied like over his head, like people do to keep hair out of their face but also just look cute. he also has a massive pink feather boa and a jacket with big mama's logo on the sleeve. ((i gave her a logo for that very reason lol))

he's also dramatic as all hell. really sensitive and perceptive, and not afraid to make a scene, no matter what. he will scream and or cry at you in public. overall, kind of a selfish, bratty kid at first. i intend for his arc to follow sort of his journey of fixing that up, plus some other details i wont disclose.

next up, the second one i worked out fully, leo!! the blue boy himself.

the first parts of his life, leo can't remember at all. he ends up running from wherever he was at age 6, getting lost and finding himself in a random alley. he's quickly found by senor hueso in front of the entrance to run of the mill, and after some silly little things happen he is adopted by hueso. growing up, he learned spanish and adopted a love for jokes and puns. his personality is the closest to the actual show, but he's a bit more responsible and talks back less.

nowadays, he works at run of the mill on the weekends to help out and even make some pocket money, and attend school in the hidden city. he's made friends, there, including some familiar faces from other series, people we didn't see in rise :]

fun little fact, he convinced hueso to let employees, specifically servers, wear rollerskates, and it's totally a vibe the customers are up for. he also wears his mask normally and keeps the tails in a bow since they're so long!

thats all for leo :]

next up is donnie boy!

he ended up with hypno, actually, and is put quickly into foster care, and when the group home he's in shuts down, he ends up on the streets. he gets super ill while homeless((i think pneumonia at the very least)), until eventually being taken in by hypno. much of his young life is just getting treatment for his numerous medical issues, and as a result he wears a mask literally everywhere. he ties it in a bow in the back.

he's more interested in tech than magic and mystics, but he does have an interest in all due to hypno. he's much quieter and more subdued than in the show, but does have some of his donnie defiance. one example includes how often he'll take off his mask or put it down on his chin, and then cough or sneeze into his elbow or hand. he's often reprimanded for taking off his mask.

he has some issues with having weak little bones and can't attend school in person, so he does it online, and ends up finding his way into a human school's online program. here he becomes acquaintances with april.

last but definitely not least, there's raph!

he stays with draxum, who isn't the best caretaker when he's younger. he puts raph on a strict training regiment and diet. raph, however, has decided draxum is his dad. through all his minor antis and silly little childish words, he slowly worms his way into draxum's heart. he becomes a better father over time, and is now the best father raph could ask for. draxum turned his life around, and because of his connections in the hidden city police force, raph is able to pursue his interests in crime prevention.

in a series of unfortunate(in raph's opinion) events, he somehow ends up getting tangled up with the mud dogs, and has to desperately try to keep these guys out of trouble along with himself. he hates to hide it from his dad.

hint hint: his trauma doesnt help either.

okay so i have more ideas about each of them and also a lot of ideas about side characters and the parents of each turtle and i am just bursting with thoughts this was awesome to type out and share!!!

thank you :]

DUDE HOLY FUCK I LVOE THIS_ DO YOU HAVE DESIGNS I REALLY WANNA DRAW THEM!!!!!!

#alexcananswerasks

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erigold13261 · 9 months

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How did Hobie end up homeless and meet Ex-Jay?

(Having the powers and the shifting skin color condition must’ve made its situation at home bad)

(Maybe Hobie comes to one of Ex-Jay’s gigs?)

I mainly thought of Hobie as homeless because someone said in their comics that Hobie was homeless. I haven't really thought of a reason for their homelessness yet.

I don't think it would have to do with their skin condition, pretty sure stuff like that wouldn't be a reason to kick your kid out in the NSR universe. Especially if like, 2 warm color people could have a cold color kid, it's just the randomness of color. I would say some things are more prone to being passed down and not randomized, probably like Hobie, Eve, and Mia's skin conditions. Though they could be random, I see Eve's skin condition coming from her mom. (Though there are always shitty parents out there. They very much could have thrown Hobie out if they didn't like its skin condition)

The powers though, I can definitely see Hobie being thrown out because of those. Already kids are loud and annoying, imagine a baby with its powers coming in and almost deafening you with its screams, or a toddler having a tantrum. That can get very dangerous very quickly. Which is a reason Hobie would have been abandoned some place or with someone (and then abandoned by that person).

I do see Hobie as still having parents who are alive. Unlike Mayday NSR who I feel like her parents are definitely dead, Hobie still has them but I doubt Hobie would even consider them as parents.

As for how Hobie and Ex-Jay met, it was basically at a music festival/party kinda thing. Ex-Jay performed for a bit, trying to keep up some gigs after Vinyl City didn't work out. They were talking with fans and stuff, and then a young Hobie, probably like 9-10 years old came up to them to chat.

At first they talked a bit, just being nice to a kid, but when they asked if Hobie's parents were fans of their music and brought them, or if it convinced them to come, Hobie explained their living situation (probably ran away to get to this concert from whoever was taking care of them at this point).

Ex-Jay immediately tried to take Hobie under their wing and give support. Like, they tried making sure Hobie's home life wasn't abusive and stuff, but they also had to kinda convince them to go back home. They couldn't just take a kid and there probably wasn't enough evidence to get him away from that caretaker to a better one.

Over the years, whenever Ex-Jay would see Hobie at concerts, festivals, just in the area, they tried to chat with them and make sure they are okay. As Hobie got older, probably around 12-13, that was when they just became homeless. Either kicked out, abandoned, or ran away.

With help from friends and Ex-Jay letting it stay on couches, Hobie had a relatively okay time. They always had someone offering a place to stay or some food, even some money. Hobie learned how to play guitar from Asa and Rei, they probably even helped Hobie get their own guitar which they used to perform in the street for extra money.

Honestly, this is all stuff I am just starting to think about, so things might change. But basically, Hobie heavily immersed itself in the alt scene and found some good friends in there. Honestly if Hobie didn't talk about its home life with Ex-Jay, or if Hobie was a bit older, Ex-Jay probably would have just seen Hobie as another troubled kid/teen that would get through their rough path.

But because of Hobie's age and it talking about their family/caretaker (and probably showing off its powers), Ex-Jay made sure this kid had outside help as best as they could without getting into legal trouble (because there will be plenty of people ready to cancel Ex-Jay if they only saw the situation from the outside, even though there was nothing malicious going on).

#spidertalk #nsrtalk #nspidr #eriverse #eritalks #noart #asks

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maziodynez · 3 months

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idk, i always knew this but it has become really solidified in the past couple of weeks how little liberals, especially white liberals, care about other people. i'm so serious. like you sit there and claim that you care about other people, you care what happens to other people, you tout all the right slogans and claim you share all the same beliefs as radical thinkers, but the moment people tell you that voting blue does nothing and helps no one and that the democrats are just as invested in enacting oppression as republicans, you throw a tantrum.

you don't actually care about people of color, you don't care about those in the global south, you don't care about migrants, you don't care what happens to anyone other than people who might look like you and think like you because if anyone dares burst your blue bubble you scream and cry and throw up. you don't care that there's already a genocide happening at the hands of our blue president because you don't see palestinians as people. you don't see anyone who lives in the global south as people.

you would rather raise money for a slave glorifying pirate show than show support for palestinians who are getting slaughtered en masse for more than 100 days. you would rather donate to a fanfiction website than donate to those on here who risk being homeless. you would rather tell people in countries that you don't like that they should rise up against their governments but you would throw a fit if someone told you that americans need to do more than vote. you would rather pretend that you don't see biden deporting thousands and thousands of people and still keeping kids in cages because you don't care what happens to them. and for all that you guys cry about trans genocide happening if trump gets elected you don't care about trans people either, because you've likely done nothing to go against any state sanctioned violence against trans people and you sit on this website and go after trans women all day long. you cry about how you didn't know US presidents were warmongerers or bad people, meanwhile even children know that. you had the privilege to not be aware of that.

it's so hard for you, white liberal in socal, because people are telling you that voting isn't enough anymore, and you're scared because what if trump does something bad to you as if he hadn't done and enabled atrocious things against people of color for his entire tenure, as if ICE trucks weren't just picking random people off the street. it's so hard for you meanwhile palestinian children have to try and pick up the organs of the dead off the ground and lose their limbs. it's so hard for you when cubans had to make their own covid vaccines from scratch because the US sanctions and blockade on the island made it impossible for them to receive anyone else's. it's so hard for you when the people, including children, in the republic of congo die in mines and die in landslides and die trying to get the shit in your iphone. it's so hard for you when black and indigenous people in america are killed daily and weekly and the US government gleefully enables it. but it's so hard for you when someone tells you voting blue doesn't work, right?

#vero.txt #t #jesus christ you people are so fucking exhausting

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youre-a-total--poser · 2 years

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Hello! Can you write a fic in which a young Avenger (a teen almost 16 or 17?) joins the team and they have only spent a week or two with everyone and one day natasha finds them having a panic attack over something and she comforts the younger one?

and i really love your writing especially the nat x teen reader ones, they are so good <333 i hope you have a great day!

Please Don't Make Me Go

Natasha Romanoff x Teen Reader

Warning: Mentions of parents death, homelessness, kidnapping/ human trafficking, a small mention of weight gain, badly written panic attack, Tony (Yes he needs a warning) Anymore let me know.

Age:16

Word Count: 2,215

Requests: Closed

Summary: You were rescued by the avengers. You thought that they where happy to have you around turns out you were wrong and it resulted in you having a panic attack in which Natasha helped you through it.

Requested by: Anonymous

A/N: Thank you so much that is so kind. I hope that you are having a good day too ❤️ :)

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Your parents died in a car crash and you were now homeless. you had no other family that could take you in. You tried staying at a centre for homeless youth but the majority of the other kids there kept on bulling you so you decided to take your chances out on the streets.

A few months later on a cold winters night, a random man approached you and told you that he had a warm place where homeless kids could spend the night. You didn’t think anything of it so you went with the man.

He led to his van and before he opened the doors you felt something getting stabbed into your neck and you passed out.

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You woke up in a bed somewhere and there was no way of telling how long you were out for.

You looked around and it looked like you were in a cell of some sort

You sat up and looked around the only things in the room was the bed that you were currently sitting on, a pair of clean clothes lying on the end of the bed, a toilet and a sink.

Thankfully the room was surrounded by concrete walls and there was a blanket covering the door so you did have privacy.

You got changed just in time before the cover got taken down and there was a man in a white lab coat standing there.

“Good, you’re awake.” He said.

The man unlocked the cell door, grabbed your arm and took you in a room. On the door, it read ‘exam room 1’

As you walked into the room the first thing that you noticed was the blue and white dental chair. The walls were bare and just a basic cream colour, there was an old computer, three filing cabinets and medical equipment scattered everywhere.

“Sit.” The doctor ordered.

You sat down on the chair and the doctor started giving you a general check-up.

He checked your height, weight, eyes, listened to your heart and he then drew your blood.

“We just have to wait a few days then you will be ready.” The doctor said. He had his back towards you and he was writing something in your file.

“Ready for what?” You asked nervously.

The doctor didn’t respond he just continued writing.

Over the next week, you were taking part in combat training and you had to eat food that would get your weight up quickly. You were thankful that you were getting food but you wished you could eat some different for a change.

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Two weeks later the doctor took you back to the exam room and gave you another check-up he looked pleased with your progress.

“You’re now ready, tomorrow I will prepare you for what you will become. Tonight you rest.” The doctor said writing something in your file.

He took you back to your cell and locked you up when you were inside.

“Rest now, my child, you have a big day ahead of you.” The doctor said

As he was about to put the cover over the cell door there was a loud bang. He quickly dropped the cover and ran off.

“Wait what about me?” You called out.

You were banging on the cell door but no one was coming to rescue you.

Another explosion happened you ran to your bed and curled up in a ball shielding your head.

You heard footsteps running then instantly stopping.

“Hey, are you alright?” A voice said.

You looked up and the voice belonged to a woman with red hair.

“Steve, there’s a kid here. Eastside of the building.” The woman spoke.

She pulled something out of one of her vest pockets and started fiddling around with the lock then it opened.

She ran over to you and kneeled beside you.

“I’m going to get you out of here sweetie, can you walk,” she asked.

You slowly nodded your head and the woman stood up and held out her hand. You were a bit hesitant at first but you took it and led you out of the building to a large aircraft looking thing.

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The people who rescued you for some reason looked so familiar but you just couldn't remember how.

You were curled up in a ball away from everyone even though they told you that you were safe now you weren’t sure if you could trust them or not just yet.

You felt someone tower over you. As you looked up the same woman who rescued you crouched down to your level.

“Here sweetheart, in case you’re thirsty.” The woman said softly handing you a bottle of ice-cold water.

“Thank you.” You whispered so quietly it was barely audible.

“I’m Natasha but you can call me Nat if you like.”

“I’m Y/N.” You replied speaking slightly louder than before.

“I know you’re scared but everything is going to be so much better I promise. And if anyone says or does anything to you just come tell me I’ll deal with them.”

“Thanks... Nat.” You gave her a small smile this was probably the first time that you had smiled in weeks.

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QuinJet landed outside of the compound you followed everyone out. Natasha stayed by your side the entire time.

As you stepped off the jet you noticed that there was an A on the side of the building and it suddenly clicked who these people were. they were the Avengers.

You had seen the avengers on the news plenty of times but there was too much happening for your brain to realise that it was them.

Now that you knew that you were with the avengers you instantly became relaxed because you knew that they helped people and they wouldn't be locking you up to do experiments on you.

You followed them inside and you were amazed at just how big the place was and you were only standing in the main entrance.

You were looking around when Natasha stood in front of you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm going to take you to the med bay just so they can make sure that everything is alright with you okay?"

You have her a smile and nodded your head.

She put her hand on your back and led you to the med bay.

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You arrived at the med bay and there was a man there working on something.

You then was told that the man was Bruce Banner.

You were expecting to be in the med bay for hours whilst Bruce did lots of different tests on you but all that he did was take your blood then told you that you could go and he will inform you when he had the results.

Natasha took you on a tour of the compound showing you where everything was.

She took you up to the bedrooms and led you to a specific room.

"This is your room." She said as she opened the door.

Inside the room, there was a double bed, a dresser and a desk and the walls were painted white.

You were amazed about just how big the room was

"Is this whole room for me?"

"Yes and you can decorate it however you want." Natasha walked over to the door that was also in the room you thought it was the door to a closet.

"In here is your own bathroom," she said opening the door.

You walked in and even the bathroom was big.

"I'll go get you some toiletries and a change of clothes and then when you're up for it I can take you shopping one day so you can pick some new clothes and stuff for your room."

"Thanks, Nat"

She smiled at you and gently squeezed your shoulder before she went to go get what you needed.

You were so looking forward to going shopping with Natasha. You and your mom used to go shopping all the time together. You were missing them so much but you knew that they would be happy that you were now in a safe place getting looked after.

She came back and handed you everything.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me." She told you then she left your room.

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You have been staying at the compound for nearly two weeks and things were going great.

You have gotten along with everyone and the bond that you have developed with Natasha had grown every day.

Natasha offered to take you out for lunch and you were up in your room getting ready.

You had finished getting ready and you headed down to the common room to meet up with Natasha.

You were just about to walk in when you heard talking. You weren't wanting to eavesdrop so you were about to walk away but you heard your name get mentioned.

"There is a family that would be willing to take Y/N in," Tony said.

"God sake, Tony, did you even think to consult with us or them before you went ahead and made this decision," Steve spoke up.

"The compound is no place for a kid plus they need to be somewhere they can be properly looked after."

"It's taking so long for them to be comfortable enough to open up to me how do you think they'll react when they think that I'm just abandoning them," Nat chimed in.

"Since when did you decide to take up the mother role?" Tony asked.

"This isn't about me this is about Y/N and you have no idea what they have been thought and what they are dealing with right now."

"And you do?" He asked

"I do and I know the best way to help them."

"I see this isn't about you wanting to look after Y/N this is about you wanting to prove something to yourself,"

Natasha didn't say anything to Tony's comment instead she just left the room otherwise she would have definitely hit him. She headed upstairs to your room to see if you were ready to leave yet.

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You couldn't believe what you just heard. You thought that they liked having you here but instead, they were just going to send you away without talking to you about it first.

You ran to your room trying your hardest not to cry you weren't going to give them the satisfaction.

when you entered your room you started going through your dresser and throwing all of your clothes onto the bed.

the tears started rolling down your cheeks you couldn't stop them now. Your heart was pounding and your head started throbbing and it felt like the walls were closing in.

Your entire body was shaking and you tried to breathe but it was almost like your lungs weren't allowing you to

it was like you were drowning, gasping for air but nothing that you did was working you couldn't get it to stop.

You didn't hear Natasha bang on your door or call out your name multiple times. You only acknowledged that she was there when she was standing in front of you with her hands on your cheeks.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong, what is it?" Natasha asks with extreme panic in her voice,

"I...can't...breathe." you finally managed to get out

"I'm here, your safe just copy my breathing." She pulled you into her and held you tightly and she started taking deep breathes for you to copy.

You struggled to copy her breathing at first but you slowly managed to get into the rhythm till your breathing finally normalised.

"You feeling okay now?" Natasha asked you.

You then started nodding your head.

"Do mind telling me what happened?"

You continued to nod your head.

Natasha pulled you out of the hug so that she could look at you.

"I heard you and Tony talking and he's going to send me away. I don't want to go, please don't make me go." The tears started rolling down your cheeks again and Natasha quickly pulled you back into her.

"Hey, it's okay, listen to me I promise you that you are not going anywhere, you're staying right here with me alright I'll make sure of it," Natasha said whilst rubbing your back.

Natasha stayed with you all day she couldn't risk Tony saying anything else to you that could potentially cause you to have another panic attack.

She was definitely going to have a "discussion" with him in the morning but right now all of her focus was on you.

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Over the next few months, the bonds that you had made with everyone grew stronger every day they loved having you be a part of their family well all except Tony all he ever did was complain about you even though you tried your absolute hardest to keep away from him but it didn't make a difference.

Natasha got so sick and tired of Tony's continuous complaining that she got an apartment for you and her to live in.

You still missed your parents every day but you were happy that you ended up with someone as loving and as caring as Natasha. She was your family now and she made sure that no one could ever hurt you again.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x daughter!reader #mama nat #natasha x gn!teen!reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha's kid #y/n romanoff #natasha romanoff x teen #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen #platonic natasha x teen

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sleepygenie-o · 2 years

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Sagau x Fnaf. Oh boy--

Well fnaf: security breach, that just dragged me by the feet back to my old fnaf phase-

So here you go, a random idea of a reader/darling from FNAF: security breach.

To the ones who havent seen or played Security breach, there will be slight spoilers on the true ending so please play the game or watch someone play it before reading. You've been warned!

So how this au works is this is going to be based on "Street kid Gregory".

Both you and Gregory grew up homeless and used the pizzaplex as a shelter until you two got stuck inside and the regular thing continues with you stealing a line here and there or guiding Gregory.

This will be based on the true ending with some changes such as repairing everyone after freeing Vanessa, this is also based on some of the stories where Gregory stays with the glamrock animatronics. By the time that happens you have already started playing genshin impact.

In the acolytes view, whoever you control (aka, whoever is in your team) can see a faint silhouette of you with them. Their God walking amongst them.

But theres someone else. Someone controlling other people

Soon, Albedo and Lisa find a way to hack your camera to view what you do and who the heck that other person is as they can slightly hear you and that person laugh or have some muffled conversation (aka, you and Gregory laughing your butts off at so many things like glitches or watching Pallad suffer)

Then they see someone else. Someone with brown hair and a blue shirt.

"Gregory i swear if you push me off with Jean one more time i will not help you with Azdaha."

"ok ok i wont."

On Jean's side, she again, pushes off one of their Divine one's vessels. And hears:

"GOD DANG IT GREGORY IM GOING TO KILL YOU."

"WAIT WAIT IM SORRY"

Then hears laughing. Huh, she really wonders who that "Gregory" is.

-----(Ok quick thing this will be reverse isekai)

"Ah, Gregory, [name]! Theres some people near your room. Do you perhaps know them from your school? Are they your teachers?" You hear Freddy on both of your Fazwatches. Wait who was at the door?! Did Freddy forget your homeschooled?1

You see, the acolytes found a way to your world and sent people (specifically, you and Gregory's teams) to explore it. You and Gregory, being kids with now a slight fear of pounding doors because of roxy and monty (they're still kind of guilty), jump when you hear the door pound.

"Your Grace! Are you there?!"

Who tf--

When you open the door your acolytes are shocked to say the least. Their God. was a KID.

So again, they're shocked, once telling them "...I was always a kid wdym" They think it made some sense. I mean, both you and gregory were bullying each other in game using Jean, who is still confused.

Looks like they have lots to learn.

#fnaf security breach #sagau #fnaf gregory #sagau reverse isekai #reverse isekai #sagau kid!reader #reader is a child #might make a part 2. might #more crossovers #fnaf sb spoilers

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scandalsavagefanfic · 3 years

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Hello! I am a huge fan of ur writing. I've loved everything I've read of yours. I've read alot of what you've posted, except for a couple of the tags that are squicky for me (so I'm very thankful you tag very thoroughly). No judgement for the squick, it's just not for me. & when I'm having a bad day, I usually just go thru ur ao3 and find something to reread. I think about Therapy's Bruce & Jason every damn day. While I obvs appreciate ur darker more "problematic" content (I really vibe with some of the themes you write about bc of my own trauma, & so it's very cathartic to read about in a fictional setting), I am truly a sucker for ur more happy content. The Happily Ever After verse also lives in my head rent free. Idk more wholesome stuff just seems more special when you write it. Anyways. I would die for you. But the point of this ask is cause I'm curious as to why you don't like Urban Legends? I'm sorry if you already talked about it here or on twitter and I missed it. I was just wondering because I really enjoy your take on things and would love to hear why you dislike it. I've been enjoying it so far personally, but I am always open to DC comics criticism.

Aw thank you so much! I'm so flattered by everything you just said. You're so sweet ❤❤❤❤❤

I haven't talked about Urban Legends here or twitter (I haven't been very active in either place lately. Just a lot going on and no energy 😔) but I'm happy to do it here.

Before I start though, I just want to add a standard disclaimer and make it clear that if you like it, there's nothing wrong with that and you don't have to let me ruin it for you lol. Like what you like.

That said, since you asked...

I said this when I was talking about it on discord, that there is a difference between hope and expectation. I always hope that a new story centered on Jason (or anyone really, but things have been especially egregious for Jay for 15 years) will be good or at least treat the character with a minimal level of respect (to be honest, the bar is super fucking low). But my expectations always temper my hope, to keep it from getting unrealistic. Because my expectations are based on experience.

The long history of Jason Todd, since even before his resurrection, has been one of retroactively trying to make him "a bad seed" in order to absolve Bruce of any responsibility in his death.

I don't even expect DC or their writers to start honoring the fact that Jason was not an angry, reckless Robin (and less of the later than Dick or Tim and definitely Damian). There plenty of ways that retcon can be folded into his history and be compelling and sympathetic. And if they're going to stick with that retcon, I'm only asking that they do it in one of those compelling and sympathetic ways because Jason was 15 when he died, heroically, in one of the most selfless acts in comics, to save a woman who literally handed him over to be brutally murdered. He was 12 when Bruce plucked him off the streets, he'd been homeless and fending for himself for at least two years. I personally think that Jason's story hits harder for him and Bruce if their original, canon relationship, of Jason as starry-eyed and eager to learn and absolutely devoted to Bruce and Bruce to Jason, is preserved. But Jason's origins does leave room for a meaningful interpretation of him as angry and frustrated at the lack of meaningful results of Bruce's methods.

And that's really where my irritation at stories like Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer and Batman The Adventure Continues has it's roots.

Every time one of these stories comes out, I think (or hope, rather) that this will be the one that remembers and respects the origins of the Jason and the Red Hood, that takes into account the changed sensibilities of comics readers in the 30 years since Jason's death and the subtle, 20 year, retroactive campaign to make him the "bad Robin". The "born bad" trope is played out and literally no one likes the message it implies. That some kids are just bad eggs and there's nothing parents or the adults around them can do. Especially when it's played as the kid's fault. If Jason's time as Robin is going to be characterized by anger, then it should be rooted in anger at the social injustices he witnessed as he grew up in an impoverished, crime-ridden, area and the horrors he faced raising himself when every day was a battle for survival. There are topical, meaningful, stories to tell with that backdrop.

But those are never the stories we get.

⚠⚠ Spoilers for Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer ⚠⚠

I'm particularly disappointed in Urban Legends because for the first issue, it looked like that was the kind of story we were going to get. I was put off by the first flashback of Jason being mesmerized by Bruce's guns, and I got that feeling in my gut that it was a bad sign. Jason depicted as impatient and overconfident and the scene with the guns is heavy-handed foreshadowing that got my spidey-sense tingling. I had a inkling then (in the first three pages) of how this story was going to play out, but it was early and I could still see many narrative paths that could lead to a satisfying story. My concerns were soothed somewhat and the little flame of my hope fanned, with the flashback of Alfred scolding Bruce, with Barbara's concern for Jason. A bit of worry returned with the way Jason ruthlessly pursued an addict who didn't appear to be a dealer and with the ending of the issue. The stuff with the addict sat wrong with me but the ending was tempered some by how despicable Tyler's dad was written. The scene was clearly set so that the reader could sympathize with Jason's decision and the scene with the addict could be brushed aside as a side-effect of comics over-the-top need for constant action, so I still held hope.

Issue 2 made me uncomfortable and it's where my hope starts to take a backseat to my expectations. I can dismiss Jason's self-deprecating internal monologue as unreliable narration, except that the flashback reinforces his thought process to explicitly show that it's not unreliable narration, and should be taken at face value. Jason faces physical abuse at the hands of his mother's drug dealer and when the flashback continues later, Jason kills the drug dealer. To be clear, this is a pre-Bruce Jason. His mom is still alive. He's like... 10. He kills this guy for shoving his head into a wall and implying Jason's mother paid for her drugs with sex. This is a scene that serves a single purpose. To show that Jason has always been prone to violence.

In the spirit of full disclosure, there is the small chance the drug dealer might not be dead. But the story obviously wants the reader to think he is, and it hasn't done anything to change that yet.

Starlin already did this story with The Diplomat’s Son in 1988 and he did it infinitely better. AND that’s still technically canon. So now I’m supposed to believe that Jason lost his cool bad enough to kill two douche bags before his sweet 16? Like it’s totally normal for abused kids raised in poverty, who’ve led hard and heartbreaking lives to just... haul off and kill people? That’s bullshit, and when taken with the Jason in the third issue, who is little more than an idiot thug, this story is really doubling down on some fucked up stereotypes.

Which brings us to the most recent issue. I went into this installment with very low expectations. I thought this story was going to be about Jason, through this experience with Tyler, a young boy with a similar background to Jason's, coming to the realization that Bruce's way is the best way and that Bruce did his best by Jason.

That would be annoying (in no small part because it takes increasingly absurd levels of plot armor to keep Bruce's no kill rule relevant, let alone irrefutably right). But I can probably live with that, if only because maybe if Jason officially falls back into line with the Bats crusade, maybe I'll get stories that treat him with respect, stories that don't relegate him to comic relief, dumb brute, or a background body with no lines in a story about the Joker burning Gotham (like Jason would just fucking stand there quietly for that).

And that may still be where the story is going, Jason realizing Bruce is right.

But holy shit do I not have the right words to describe how fucking insulting and gross issue three is.

From start to finish--including the flashback--Jason is written as cruel and fucking stupid. Like straight up dumb.

The entire issue is Bruce explaining the fucking basics to Jason like it's his first day. And Jason flies off the fucking handle and terrorizes a doctor he knows isn't a part of making the Cheerdrops, beats the shit out of some random addicts, and finally, when he can't accomplish anything on his own because he's a dumb brute he calls Barbara for help and rushes in with no information where he's promptly incapacitated and must now wait to be rescued by Batman.

This panel is the least of the issues sins but I can’t screenshot the entire story but it’s representative of the tone for the whole issue (and retroactively tainted the prior two issues).

This is beyond insulting. The only conclusions Jason comes to in this issue are the ones Bruce leads him to by talking to him like he can’t make the simplest connections. And like... in this story Jason can’t make the simplest connections.

This (and the Jason throughout the entirety of this issue) is a far cry from the Jason we fell in love with in Under the Red Hood, who was competent and strategic and intelligent enough to seize control of Gotham’s underworld from Black Mask (who’s no fucking slouch, he’s the first and only person to unify organized crime in Gotham) AND elude and manipulate Bruce until the time and place of his choosing.

This is a far cry from even the Red Hood and the Outlaws Jason who is competent enough to fight the League of Shadows and Ra’s al Ghul (among very dangerous and skilled others) and smart enough to create antidotes for mind control nanotech viruses.

As he should be, by the way. Jason Todd is one of the best, most comprehensively trained fighters in DC’s stable of non powered vigilantes. He’s not irrational or hot headed. He’s pragmatic, tactically minded, and patient. He’s a detective. Right now. Has been since he was 12. Bruce doesn’t have to make him one because he already is.

Jason is not a stupid thug who uses his fists because his brain doesn’t work. And I can’t tell you how so very exhausted I am by this narrative.

This is actually the most egregious example of Jason’s skills and intelligence being not just undermined but dismissed entirely. Even Morrison’s Jason had some degree of competency.

The one, single redeeming factor of this story is the art. It’s beautiful. And Marcus To is a godsend he seems to be one of only a couple of artists who remember that Jason was a child when he was Robin and I’m literally only buying this book because of him.

Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to come out so... um... passionately lol. I’m just very very tired. My intention with this isn’t to ruin it for you, if you like it, that’s fine.

But this issue shot this story to the top of my "Vehemently Despise” list. 1) Batman: Urban Legends (Cheer), 2) Battle for the Cowl/Morrison’s Batman and Robin, 3) Batman The Adventure Continues.

I hope the next issues somehow salvage this dumpster fire. But I’m not expecting it.

(Damnit. That sounded harsh again. To reiterate, I’m not trying to judge anyone who enjoys it, I just personally hate it and you asked me why lol 😅)

#Batman #red hood #batman: urban legends #nice art #shit story #or at least shit characterization #jason todd deserves better #this response got long and I didn't edit it #please forgive any errors #and/or unclear spots #spoilers

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zemodaddy · 3 years

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Hey so i finally completed the first chapter of the zemo x reader fanfic. Make sure to read the authors note at the end and i hope you enjoy.!

Synopsis:

Y/n is an ex-avenger who, after the blip was forced to work for the US government. You trained to be an assassin/spy and your gifts of wielding flames made you invaluable. When you were assigned to follow Bucky you find him helping Helmut Zemo escape from his prison cell. What is he up to? Should you stop him?

Warnings: violence, lots of swearing, angst, fluff and in later chapters extreme acts of hatred towards John Walker :)

Shades of Him

They replaced him. They replaced him with a random guy and stuck Steve’s shield on him. You were staring at the TV in disbelief. You thought of Steve like a brother and he definitely wouldn’t have wanted this.

After the blip you had no job, the avengers pretty much all separated and that left you without anything to do, and that meant no income and no income meant no home or food. You couldn’t exactly find a normal job because most people were afraid of you. A trained assassin and spy who could wield flames wasn’t really considered normal. That left you with no choice but to accept the deal the US government offered you. Do their dirty work and you wont end up homeless.

Your newest mission was to track Bucky to make sure he followed the rules set upon him for his pardon. You are close to him, like you were close to Steve. Hiding the fact that you were following him everywhere he went was kind of hard but you managed. You had to manage.

So finding him and Sam visiting a German prison kind of surprised you. Had this got to do with his therapy? Surely not. They left around an hour later and from then nothing more suspicious happened. A quick google search and a deep dive into some public records showed that a high security prisoner resided at this prison. Not just anyone. Zemo.

Interesting you thought. Later that night you followed Bucky and Sam to an old garage. You waited outside for 5 minutes before entering, trying to keep to the shadows of the room. The two men seemed to be in the midst of a heated discussion. “You want Zemo to help us?” Sam looks exasperated. Bucky looks a bit apprehensive as he says “Look let me walk you through a hypothetical, can I do that?” He begins to explain an elaborate escape plan for Zemo. Your mind was wizzing with thoughts as you tried to figure out your next move. He really isn’t in the right headspace, same old Bucky, you roll your eyes. “What are you guys doing?” You step out of the darkness. The two seemed to jump out of their skin, clearly not expecting you to be there.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Bucky asks. They both looked so shocked by your sudden appearance that you had to suppress a laugh. “I was following you.” He doesn’t look happy. “YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME?” He raises his voice. You weren’t scared because you knew he loved you really. Keeping the same tone as him you shout back “YES AND YOU’RE HELPING A CRIMINAL” “I SAID HYPOTHETICALLY DIDN’T I”. Sam looks like he could start laughing any moment. You weren’t even sure if you should laugh or arrest them. Suddenly your phone buzzes. “Then please explain to me why I just got a message saying that ZEMO HAS ESCAPED FROM PRISON?” Sam looks mad now. “You’re kidding me Bucky” he says. “Look we don’t have any other leads, we were at a dead end.”

You knew that the two were looking for information on the new super soldiers serum. “He blew up the UN, he killed king T’Chaka!” Before Bucky could reply to Sams argument, the sound of a door shutting sounds through the garage and guess who walks in. Helmut fucking Zemo. Your hand flies immediately to the dagger on the side of your thigh. “Woah woah woah” Sam starts walking towards him as Bucky tries to hold him back. Too bad he didn’t see you slip past them and push Zemo against the wall with said dagger against his throat. “Your going back to prison” you pass him a sickly sweet smile. He looked surprised by you holding him against that wall but didn’t fight back. Not with the blade in your hand starting to heat up against his skin. “y/n let him go” Bucky looks frustrated.

“He can lead us closer to the serum, just let him breath for a second” Zemo did start to look a little breathless. Good, he should be scared of you. Reluctantly you let him go. He starts to talk “if I may”. At the same time the three of you go “NO”. He looked a little displeased by the response but didn’t have any other option but to oblige. “Apologies”. After further debating and a lot of disagreements you and Sam finally agree to trust Zemo.. for the time being anyways. “Alright Zemo, where do we start”

You mentally set a reminder to always have an eye on Zemo, how could you not with a guy like him. He seemed to be sending you anxious glances in return, which to be fair you did nearly choke him to death. He leads you to a large warehouse containing numerous cars of different ages, sizes and colours. Probably stolen you think. After grabbing a case full with clothes for zemo you all head to an airstrip. In the middle of which was a private jet. You look at it in awe. “So you were rich all this time?” Sam asks. “I’m a baron Sam, my family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country”. Shit. Those cars weren’t stolen then..

The mention of his country makes you think back to that battle against ultron. You were very tempted to leave the avengers after nearly wiping out the entirety of a population of a country. But they convinced you to stay, where else could you have gone anyway? You think a little longer about the aftermath, when you helped after the battle with the injured, and loved ones finding their dead. It was one of the saddest moment of your life, until the blip. No one else helped from the avengers, they didn’t even visit the memorial..

“Y/n you coming?” Sam was saying from the top of the stairs. Lost in thought you were stood in front of the plane. Maybe I should stop getting distracted you thought. Entering the jet the seats on the right were already occupied by Sam and Bucky, leaving the only other seat opposite Zemo free. Great. As a gentle reminder you check your dagger on your thigh, almost like a warning that if he tries anything he’ll know what’s coming. Zemo swallows looking where it would be and ask his butler person for a drink. Was that his butler or the pilot? Rich people problems you thought. The plane sets off and you look out of the window daydreaming a little.

The other three talk lightly until the mention of Buckys list, which ends in zemo being choked yet again. You smile a little, enjoying the mini acts of revenge for the people he’s hurt and killed. You feel a bit sleepy but then they start to discuss where you were going. “Do we want to live in a world full of people like the red skull” Zemo shakes his head lightly “that’s why we’re going to Madripoor”. Confused, Bucky explains the place’s history in the Indonesian archipelago. “It’s kept its lawless ways but we cannot go in as our selves” Zemo says. Uh oh that can’t be good.

You were right. Zemo had handed you a bag full of clothes and a pair of heels. You stared at yourself in the full length mirror that resided in the toilets. “You have got to be kidding me” you say aloud. Your were wearing a dark purple silky dress that reached only just halfway down your thigh. It exposed most of your arms, shoulders and a lot of your chest. Thankfully there was a black leather jacket in the bag too, however on the shoulders sat a blanket of fur, similarly to Zemos coat that he took from the warehouse. Your heels were also purple. You thank the lord you took the time to train in heels too because you never know when the situation arises when you happen to find yourself in those monstrous shoes.

“This” you point at yourself “is not happening”. “Ah my baroness has arrived” Zemo says, amusement glinting in his eyes. You glared at the word ‘baroness’. “Here put this on darling, to finish it off”. He holds what seems to be a lipstick in his hand. You already knew what shade it was before taking it from him. “Do you have some thing for purple or is that just me?” Sam and Bucky both laughed.

You had to admit, the dress didn’t look bad, in fact it looked expensive. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, not necessarily for what you were wearing, but for the hand now draped around your waist. Zemos hand. He said that no matter what, you couldn’t break character. Bucky was playing the role as the winter soldier; you felt bad for him, the memories this must bring up. You can’t even begin to imagine. Sam however, wore an extravagant and abstract red suit that kind of looked like a dress. It was funny to see his reaction to which he comments that he looked like a “pimp”.

A car pulls up beside you and you all pile in. Of course you were sat next to zemo in the back. After around five minutes you arrive in lowtown. A place where you could apparently find a gall called Selby. That hand snaked back around you as you intermingle with the crowded streets. The high density of the crowd forced you even closer to Zemos side leaving practically no space between you now. You could feel his warm body against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks down on you. His eyes seem to be softer now than they were before and he gives you a quick kiss on the temple as if to reassure you that you’re safe. You tried to keep yourself from shaking him off of you but as you carried on walking, you got used to him a bit more. Sam and Bucky followed the two of you, both with grim faces.

Finally, you come to a bar, most people around you watching carefully as you all enter. Zemo orders the both of you a shot and Sam gets his usual. This turned out to be something containing whatever the barman cutout of a snake. The sight of it made your stomach drop, and to your astonishment, Sam actually drank it. He looked like he wanted to be sick but, no matter what he had to stay in character. Bucky gave a slight nod, he didn’t get a drink, not as the winter soldier.

You had let it be known of who you wanted to see and as you waited a man came up behind Zemo and you. He immediately guided you away from this man so he was in front of you and Zemo in front of the man. He knew you could hold your own, you had made that clear already, but he wanted to protect you. For the act of course. “You ain’t welcome here” the man stated, placing a hand roughly on zemos shoulder as he turned to face him. “I have no business with the powerbroker, but if he insists he can either talk to me” Zemo points at Bucky. His hand then slipped to yours, holding it tightly. “Or bring Selby for a chat”. The man looks displeased and walks away. You had many things you wanted to say to Zemo at this moment, but sticking to your character was more important. As he continued to grip your hand, other men started to menacingly prowl towards you all. Zemo gave Bucky the order to attack and so he did. A fight quickly broke out between them all but Bucky was far too strong for them all. This ended in Bucky holding one of the guys that remained standing against the bar table. Finally someone called to say selby was ready to see your group. This was going to be interesting.

Notes

Okay i left this on a little bit of a cliffhanger but the next chapter should be out in a day or so. This is my first fanfic i have published so I’m interested to see what everyone thinks. If there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes then umm you didn’t see anything. I hope you enjoyed!

@killsandthrills @aisling1985 @booklover2929 @arianalilyblack @your-pixels-are-showing @kenna-1904

#mcu #helmut zemo #sugar daddy zemo #baron zemo x you #baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo #daniel brühl #marvel #tfatws

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harveywritings92 · 3 years

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You get drunk and lost.

You go out with some friends drinking, get plastered and somehow you've broke away from your group. after walking around the city you have moment of clarity you text you boyfriend, "Halph! me loss...!!" before he can respond you accidently put it on silent, and he freaks and nearly tears the streets upside down looking for you, only to get a call at the ass crack of dawn by random person saying they've found you...

Warnings : alcohol use, Smoking, theft and mature situations.

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Dabi: He thought it was joke at first, sure his girl likes to let loose from time to time, But she never irresponsible about it! So, when he got that text he thought you were screwing with him, He texted you [Aww what'd ya lose Doll?] you didn't text him back... He thought she just put her phone away, as time passed by soon Dabi got worried, he checked his phone; the time you'd said you be home had long passed.

He called you and kept getting the busy signal. "Tch" without missing a beat he got his hoodie, face-cover and sunglasses on and went out to the bar that you said you'd be at just in time to see your friends drunkenly stagger out of the bar giggling like a bunch of hens. "Hey." He called out to them one them... Ayaka? If that's what her name was? Dabi wasn't really paying attention when you showed him her picture.

he was to busy fantasizing you in that tight little dress bent over couch while he rails you from behind…

Anyway, back to the present.

Aya was dazed but seemed to recognize him. "ohz! Y/n's s-shy man! how ya doing bro?" the cremator stayed close to the alley shushed the drunk woman gesturing for her to come closer. "I'm fine, where's Y/n? She still inside?" he said in low voice nodded towards the bar, Aya gave him this blank look and Dabi didn't like how loud this silence was.... "Y/n? s-she said- said she was gonna go for a walk..." Dabi eyes narrowed resisting the urge to turn this drunk putz into a pile of ashes. "Aya focus, where did Y/n say she was going?" He said slowly trying to get the drunk woman to remember, this seemed to help as her eyes widened in realization, but that hope was soon dashed as she chortled out. "Your mamma's butt! hehe..." and broke down laughing.

Dabi growled annoyed before shoving her back over to the group drunk girls waiting for their taxi, for the rest of the night Dabi spent his time looking through every alley, back road and crappy neighborhood, he could think of, But there was no sign of you anywhere! at around 5 am He sat on bench dejected and took his phone out; looked through his contact before stopping at 'Chicken-wings' he glared at the named with a lot of confliction, But before he could press call...

His nickname for You suddenly lights up his screen Dabi answered without hesitation. "Y/n?... where the hell are you?" He hissed feeling both relieved and pissed off at the same time, however the voice that answered him wasn't girlfriend but that of a man. "Who the hell is this... where's Y/n? if you touched her I'll-" Dabi snarled flames bursting from his chin, but the person on the other end told him to calm down and explained, he lived a few blocks away from where Dabi was.

The cremator wasted no time getting there, he knocked on the door and was greeted by an old man who looked like a breeze would knock him over, The old man confirmed Dabi was the on he called, then apologized for scaring the young man, explained he found you passed out on his patio and didn't want leave you alone outside. "I have no bloody clue how these new-fangled phones work, had to wake my 8 year old grandson to help me." he explained as he led an awkward Dabi to his living room.

"I should be one who's sorry, for the trouble my girls caused you." the raven haired man sighed seeing his girlfriend passed out on the old man's couch, The old man just waved him off. "It's fine boy, we were all young once!" Dabi thanked him again carefully collected his girlfriend and carried her back to one of his safe houses that was nearby, Needless to say aside from nursing a gnarly hangover, You also had to deal with an very Angry, horny and tired Dabi who wasn't you out his sight anytime soon.

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Hawks: [you lost? lost what? darts?] You don't answer him. [Angel wings? you there???] he didn't wait and see if you'd reply as Endeavor was giving him this look that screamed 'put that phone away, or else I'll launch it so far up you ass you're kids will born screaming your ringtone!' the avian man smiled coyly and put his phone away and waited for the meeting to be over, the meeting and late night patrol finally wrapped up at 3:30 am and Hawks walked outside recalling the conversation he had with you and checked his phone, Keigo felt his heart sink you hadn't answered him, He flew over to the bar while at the same time calling you phone, but all he got was voicemail...

When he got there he saw all your girl friends had gone home and only one of your guy friends was there, Akito if the blond remembered correctly. "Yo Akito-san." He called as he lowered down the ground, the drunk man looked around startled be for noticing Hawks above. "Sky-guy my dude! how ya doing?" he slurred at the number two hero, who stared at him crossed armed as he observed the inebriated man, very unimpressed.

"Nothing much, was Y/n okay?"

"w-who wha?"

"Y/n, Akito did she get home alright?"

"Oh she went to the subway."

Hawks brows scrunched up in confusion, it was passed midnight the trains weren't running right now! So, where the fuck was his girlfriend?! "Akito, I want you to listen where did Y/n go?" Again the drunk said the Subway, making it very clear he wasn't gonna be any help, Hawks flew up into the sky and sent some of his feathers out to search for his missing girlfriend and focused to see if that one he snuck in to her purse was near by.... "Come Y/n, where are ya baby?" he muttered as he eyes scanned the from above, when he felt a tug from one his feathers and almost on cue his phone light up with your ringtone.

"Y/n? where are you? are you safe?!" He asked frantically and waited but the voice coming from other end wasn't his girlfriend's but older woman's voice. "Is this Kei-Chan?" the winged hero eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Who are you?" the woman voice cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, I'm Anko, I found this girl in front of the shop is her your friend?" Hawks confirmed this expecting this stranger to be a villain holding you hostage and told her to stay where she was.

Instead when he got to his girlfriend's location; A Subway sandwich shop. *Ah...The subway, Hardee har-har...* He mentally deadpanned before looking down at the front and saw his girlfriend passed out on a bench with a tattered old blanket draped over her, while a little old lady in worn out clothes was standing next to a shopping cart. It didn't take a genius to see the old woman was homeless this seemed to strike a cord with the number 2 hero.

Hawk silently landed "Excuse me." he called caused the old woman he assumed was Anko to jump by the sudden voice and saw Hawks walking towards. "Yes?" the woman answered warily. Hawks introduced himself as Kei-chan the man she spoke to, he asked how she stumbled on to his girlfriend? Anko adjusted her her old jacket said she saw her going into the with a group of girls, they left in a taxi without her!

The winged hero looked furious upon hearing this, you had mentioned your friends were a little peeved that the two of you were dating... But to abandon you in a seedy part of town while intoxicated? that was over the line, had Anko not found you first then.... Hawk's jaw tightened not wanting to think about it as the old woman tale continued. You stubbled out a few moments, and passed out on the bench out front.

"I think those girl stole her jacket and shoes, I didn't want the poor dear getting cold, so I put my blanket on her and called you." She handed Keigo your purse a used his feathers to hold it while he gathered you in his arms he thanked Anko for guarding you. He promised to return the her kindness but the old woman said it was fine, but Hawks was already coming up with a few idea as he flew back to his apartment.

The next morning you were alone and confused how you got to Keigo's apartment wondered in your friend had called him, and went check your phone to check your messages, and were very bewildered over why your "Friends" were all apologizing, begging Hawks to call off his fanclub! You were flabbergasted about the situation, until Akito left you a screenshot of their original plan; they were going to make you and Akito drunkenly hook up and ruin your relationship with Keigo!

Of course they didn't know that Akito was in fact gay, so when they figured that out they just left you alone in front of sub-shop at 3am with no way of getting back home, you were pissed off that's for sure! and blocked them save for Akito as he had nothing to do with their plan.

Then you checked the newsfeeds and saw Hawks was trending curious you checked to see why, and saw Keigo delivering a box containing a new jacket, shoes, blankets and food to a stunned homeless woman with a note saying to "my girlfriend's hero! forever grateful Hawks!" Okay... Now Keigo really needs to tell you what happened last night!

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Fatgum: [Aw it's all right Teddy Graham, ya can't win them all!] Fatgum chuckled assuming you lost at darts or pool while having fun with your friends, however as the night wore on and patrol came to an end, Taishiro was getting concerned, You hadn't texted him back nor had you called him to tell him she got home alright, just that "Halph...me loss!" text! The BMI hero was loosing his appetite with worry as he wandered down the street looking for the bar you were supposed be at, only to find out from your very drunk friends who was shuffling into in a taxi van.

He stopped one of them asking where you were, did you home with one of the girls? but to his dread they said you went for walk somewhere, Taishiro tried to coax them into remembering where you said were you going? But at this point your friend was too far gone to answer coherently, and with that the blond man took off down the street, hoping to find a trace of his lil'Teddy Graham!

He searched for hours even showing civilians a photo of you asking if they've seen ya? the answers were always no... it was almost 3 am he was considering calling the cops to help look for ya... as he leaned against a wall to take break, when he heard your ringtone on his phone, Taishiro's hand was shaking as he answered the phone as this nasally voice greeted him

"H-hello, Sir? assuming you're a sir! uh... we found this lady passed out in one of our aisles, could you come and get her, before my manager calls the cops?"

"Wh-where is she?"

"The 7/11 at (random block)."

"Yeah, I'll be right there!"

The chubby hero ran down the street so fast he hadn't noticed his fat was burning off so when he finally arrived at the 7/11 his clothes were baggy and hanging of his body. "Hey, I'm Taishiro, you called me about my girlfriend?" The now skinny hero wheezed catching his breath as the snotty manager turned around to mouth off at Taishiro only to blanch when they realized how much taller and muscular the blond was compared to him and his demeanor quickly changed.

"Y-yes, sir right this way" the balding man stammered leading the 8ft tall man to the back room where a female staff member was watching you, Taishiro let out a sigh of relief and picked you up like a toddler; with your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder, as he was leaving his yellow eyes noticed a backpack stuffed with snacks and other stuff hidden under the manager's desk, he hummed not thinking anything of it and went to thank clerk for watching you as the manager had gone out for a smoke break, Since he was there anyway Taishiro asked for a couple meatbuns for the road.

"Thanks, for lookin after m'girl."

"It was no problem sir.'

"By the way I saw a backpack, back there, wha's that about?"

(the clerk went white, made sure her manager was still outside, assuming that she'd be too afraid to tell the tall man about his scheme.)

"That lazy bully of a manager has been stealing snacks and other crap from the store, He was going to try and say your girlfriend did it, and scare you into paying him not to call the cops."

Taishiro's hold tightened on your thigh. "I'm guessing he chickened out, because... Well you look like you could crack his head open like an egg!" the blond snorted as he payed for his food "And you'd be right about that!" Taishiro huffed, he then thanked the clerk for her honesty and shot the manager a venomous glare as passed him outside, later that night Taishiro reported what clerk had told him to store's head office, and vowed to return as Fatgum just to make sure the balding thief was gone!

The next morning you were very confused as to how you’d gotten to your boyfriend’s apartment? you sat up only to get pulled back down an exhausted Taishiro who muttered for you to go back to sleep, he'll tell you everything later.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero fic #boku no hero scenarios #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #fatgum x reader #dabi x reader #Touya todoroki x reader #hawks x reader

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sokka-simp · 3 years

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Christmas Headcanons

Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki S. x reader

A/N: so I’m randomly making this because I think my blog needs some Christmas Headcanons and I myself love Bakugo so he’s a given but I know there are some Deku and Todoroki fans that may like my fics somewhere so I added them on for ✨v a r i e t y✨

Fluff

Bakugo

Bakugo was never one that was super big on Christmas, like don’t get me wrong, he didn’t dislike Christmas he just didn’t really care

The only thing he liked about it was getting presents and bragging about them to his friends

He only ever got presents from his parents and Deku because he never EVER bought people gifts

That was until he went to UA and he met you and the rest of the Bakusquad

Who all LOVE Christmas

His first year there he still refused to buy any of them Christmas gifts but no ho ho the others didn’t think the same

You got him an All Might figure

Kiri got him new gloves cause he kept burning through his

Mina got him a mini Christmas tree, which he acted particularly upset about because ‘I don’t even give a fuck about Christmas Pinky!’ He liked it though which was obvious to everyone else

Denki got him a bra for his ‘bakutitties’, Sero had to tape him to the wall to make sure Denki wasn’t gruesomely murdered

Sero got him a cool black and orange hoodie Bakugo was taped to the wall again just for fun and as an extra gift from Sero

He felt bad, so he went and got everyone something for New Years ‘since it’s a tradition in his family. Tch.’ and not because he didn’t get them anything for Christmas

After that first year, he liked Christmas a lot more

You watch Die Hard multiple times every year because Bakugo thinks it’s the only “Christmas” movie worth watching

You agree but force him to watch other movies too

He only does it so you guys can cuddle, he denies that though

“You pulled me into your side before the intro was finished and you’re gonna say you don’t like cuddles?” “No I didn’t dumbass, shut the fuck up! ....and play another one.” “YOU DONT EVEN LIKE CHRSITMAS MOVIES! YOU JUST LIKE CUDDLES! ADMIT IT.” “NO I FUCKING DONT, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TURN ON THE GRINCH OR SOME SHIT!” “YOU ARE THE GRINCH! Wait don’t leave 🥺” “tch. Come here.”

You guys cuddle a lot in general because you’re both touch starved, but Christmas time makes it more normal so you guys cuddle a lot more

Like a lot

Not in public though, bakubaby isn’t a fan of PDA except hand holding ‘cause it’s cold’

But if you’re alone or in the 1-A building you guys cuddle all the time. You’re in the common room on a couch, boom cuddling. You’re doing homework together, boom sitting in his lap. You’re watching a movie in his bed, boom spooning.

He makes you special homemade hot chocolate

And regular chocolate

And literally anything you want

You buy him special spicy chocolate cause you can’t cook for shit, or at least not good enough for Bakugo

You tried once and burned chocolate at 3 in the morning, setting off the fire alarm, and causing everyone to have to evacuate. He made fun of you for a good month or 2 after that. He honestly still does

You buy and force him to wear ugly Christmas sweaters every year

You buy some for the bakusquad too

You have epic snow battles, like, I almost broke your nose and had a flu half of break after spending hours in freezing weather snow battles

You’re both competitive though, so you both end up either never winning or having the same amount of wins and it pisses you both off sooooooo much

You both spend days looking for the perfect gift for each other after getting together

Like you have a straight up list for everytime he even slightly hints at liking something because he sure as hell won’t tell you what he wants

You got him new mountain climbing equipment, an All Might poster, and a shirt that said ‘I’m stupid’ so you could wear the ‘im with stupid’ one

You spend Christmas Eve at one of your houses and Christmas Day at the other

You’re parents buy you and Bakugo matching Pajamas for Christmas Day, whether it’s at your house or his

When he opens your gift he’s vibing until the shirt. He glares at you so hard, that if you didn’t know he was whipped for you, you probably would have pissed yourself.

You laughed instead which caused a long string of curses

After opening gifts you guys spend the day cuddling and having snowball fights then going out with the Bakusquad for Christmas desserts

Deku

Deku looooooooves Christmas

He’s one of those people who claim to like buying people gifts more than getting gifts

Like he buys gifts for everyone in the class. And the teachers. And principal Nezu. And all his favorite pro-heros. And his mom. And that random homeless dude on the street. And his favorite food place’s employees. And just everyone.

He goes broke every year

He’s a liar though, he loves opening gifts. Sometimes he feels bad, but if it has something to do with All Might, he’ll let himself forget the price

The first year at UA, you suggested secret Santa for the Dekusquad and everyone loved it, especially Deku

Deku got Uraraka

Uraraka got You

You got Todoroki

Todoroki got Iida

Iida got Tsuyu

and Tsuyu got Deku

Deku, Iida and you went alllllll out

Urakaka tried to get something good but she didn’t have a lot to spend

~Baby’s broke 👊🏼😔

Todoroki didn’t really care and just asked Deku what Iida would want

Tsuyu got Deku the first All Might thing she saw above 10 dollars

You and Deku mega bonded while being stressed over gifts and started having gift shopping dates hangouts

You went out on your first date together a few days after Christmas, when Deku realized he couldn’t keep using Christmas shopping as an excuse to hang out

The next year, during Christmas, you did everything together

Decorate your dorms, decorate the common room, go gift shopping, ambush Iida with snowballs, cuddle, watch Christmas movies and so on

You and Deku 100% recreate Hallmark Christmas movies with the Dekusquad. They all vibe, except Todoroki because he thinks it is so stupid

Deku’s mom knits everyone from the Dekusquad ugly Christmas sweaters with their initials on it every year

Your family invites Deku and his mom over to have Christmas dinner with them

You buy him the most limited edition All Might stuff you can find

You stay up all night just so you can order it as soon as you can, you will literally camp outside of stores in snow so you can get it for him

He does the same for your interest though so it’s worth it

And it’s especially worth it when you get to see his eyes light up when he sees what you got him

You both open presents separately with your family in the morning, but you meet up a few hours before dinner to exchange your gifts to each other and get hot chocolate from your favorite cafe

Bonus story: One time you and Deku decided to go to a cat cafe on a whim and saw Aizawa sensei laying on his back in the middle of the cafe with cats all over him. You all stared at each other until you and Deku slowly backed out of the cafe. You 3 never brought it up. But you and Deku laughed about the 32 customer of the month pictures of Aizawa that were on the wall.

Deku has straight up cried opening your gifts before

You love him so much 🥺💕😩

And when you open your gift and get the goofy smile full of love on your face, Deku can’t help but think he’s the luckiest guy on Earth.

It’s just both your favorite time of the year

Todoroki

Todoroki never celebrated Christmas with his family unless it was for plublicity or something

His mom would buy him and his siblings all small gifts but she didn’t have much freedom to go and get anything big or really wanted by the kids

They all appreciated it nonetheless

So when the Dekusquad forced asked him to join the secret santa, he didn’t know what to do at all

So he went to you and to get you to help him find a perfect gift for his secret santa person, which was Uraraka

You agreed to help, being the amazing significant other that you are

You were no help, at all. You could not stop laughing when he pulled up dumb gifts

And when you found out what you were going to get him for Christmas you teased him and gave him hints every 5 minutes just to annoy him

So he ended up going to Deku and Iida because one was serious all the time and the other was so obsessed with Christmas, he changed his comforter to be All Might in a Christmas hat

They helped a lot more

He still enjoyed hanging out with you though

You and todoroki have weekly ‘Make fun of Hallmark Movies’ nights each week, starting at the beginning of December obviously and going until January.

You stay up til like 4 in the morning cuddling and having fights about who’s the most annoying character

You always buy Todoroki candy canes because ‘look sho, they look just like you, and they’re sweet like you too’

Cue the mass amount of blushing everytime you say anything remotely nice to him ever

For Christmas you got him a few things but the best is an Endeavor dart board. You saw it and got it with no hesitation.

Your gift for him consists of his dart board, mini candy canes, a soba place gift card, and a coupon book, hand-made, full of coupons that just say ‘cuddle with Y/N’

One of his gifts for you is an ‘I hate endeavor shirt’ because if he’s the president of the ‘I Hate Endeavor’ club, you’re Vice President.

The amount of times Todoroki has had to stop you from attacking his dad on sight is higher than the amount of people All Might has saved

But the other gifts really depend on what you like, because baby doesn’t wanna disappoint you, not after he has been disappointed every Christmas until you

Todoroki 100% always comes over for Christmas. Your parents would drag Todoroki from his house if they had too

He comes over Christmas Eve and spends the night, then stays for everything. Opening gifts, stockings, Christmas dinner, etc.

He even has his own stocking with his name embroidered on it

When he opened your gift the evil smile he had on his face made you know it was perfect

And the soba place card made him just as happy, he’s so lucky to have you

He loves the giddy face you have as you open the shirt first and put it right on over your pajamas

Wow he loves you

Wow you love him

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if-anything-im-their-sidekick · 2 years

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A Soft Tale of Doomed Love

They had been a thing. Back in high school, they went to the same hero academy. Sidekick course. Barnaby was D Tier and Morgan E Tier, so of course they were both placed in the Sidekick course.

It had been expected of Barnaby. He was a fourth generation sidekick. He was happy to follow in his family’s footsteps, helping heroes serve justice. Sometimes he dreamed a little big for his role in life, but there was nothing wrong with dreaming.

Morgan was the family disappointment. An E Tier in a family of A Tiers, what a tragedy for the family. They were able to turn it into a positive at least. Morgan would be trained to be Chad’s sidekick. At least Morgan wasn’t completely useless.

They had met a couple of times in the past. Passing in the halls, a class here and there, occasionally attending the same fancy schmancy hero party. They talked though. Not until one day, in detention.

For black sheep Morgan, detention was a common occurrence. If it wasn’t for their parents influence, they’d probably would’ve been kicked out by now. The principal certainly wasn’t pleased with Morgan summoning him to the middle of the courtyard. Morgan found it funny.

Barnaby ended up in detention, well not by mistake, but it hadn’t been by his doing. Chad, Barnaby’s bully, and a couple of his followers had been following him. Barnaby got scared. Kotetsu got protective. Chad explained it all to one of the teachers. He and his friends were just walking by when Barnaby sent his dog to attack.

Morgan had asked Barnaby if he wanted to hang out after. They didn’t want to go home just yet, they’re parents were going to berate them over this. Barnaby had nothing better to do. His parents wouldn’t be home from their respective patrols for a couple more hours and being home alone was, well, lonely.

It hadn’t taken long for a relationship to form. They enjoyed each others company. It had been hard finding places to enjoy that company though. Morgan’s house had Chad and Morgan would never subject Barnaby to that. Barnaby’s parents didn’t like Morgan. Morgan was a bad influence on their kid. At school they were now an even bigger target for bullies.

But they made it work. No obstacle to too big for them.

One night, junior year maybe, Morgan stole their dad’s truck after a fight. They texted Barnaby to meet them at the corner. Barnaby had to sneak out, which he knew was wrong. Maybe Morgan was a bad influence. They picked him up and drove to a field they liked to stargaze in.

“I take it coming out didn’t go too well,” Barnaby said as the two laid next to each other on a blanket. The sky was clear. Every star was shining bright that night.

“Actually no, that part went fine,” Morgan said. “What pissed them off was me telling them I didn’t want to be Chad’s sidekick.”

“No?”

“I’m sick and tired of living in his shadow, of being the family disappointment. I want to be myself.”

“I get what you mean,” Barnaby said, rolling to his side to face Morgan. Morgan turned as well. “M-my parents have mapped out my life for me. But I d-don’t want to be some random hero’s s-sidekick. I want to-to be a hero. And I know that the Fairness Association doesn’t m-make D Tiers heroes, but there are pl-plenty of D and E Tier heroes out there. W-we-we don’t have to go through the Fairness Association. I mean, yeah, it’ll be h-harder, but we can be heroes.”

“Heroes, heh, yeah.”

“What is it Morgan?”

“Nothing.” Morgan turned back to the sky. “Tell me about the constellations, please. I love hearing you talk about them.”

Morgan ran away from home less than a week later. Barnaby worried about them constantly. He and Kotetsu searched and searched. At night, Barnaby would lay in bed, hoping Morgan would summon him to wherever they were, but they didn’t.

Weeks went by. Then months. No one seemed to care that Morgan was gone except for Barnaby. It was heartbreaking.

Barnaby spent every afternoon searching the streets and homeless shelters. He volunteered regularly at a local soup kitchen. He knew Morgan had no money and no one willing to help them out, so Barnaby figured it was only a matter of time until he ran into them.

He didn’t expect, however, to run into Morgan at a bank robbery five years later.

“Stop villain!”

The green hooded villain turned, surprised by the voice they heard. Barnaby’s eyes widened in shock.

“M-Morgan?”

Morgan adverted their eyes as they attempted to regain composure before looking back at hero. “La Fay.”

“Saint Bernard.”

Both their words came out less like opponents meeting and more like running into an old friend at the supermarket. They stood there, in front of the bank, for what felt ages, but was only moments, unable to move, to react.

“So, full fledge hero?”

Barnaby seemed taken aback by the question. In an attempt to hide his awkward feeling, he shifted back into a hero pose.

“Yes, and as a hero, it is my duty to stop you.”

Morgan smirked. “Got to catch me first, Dog Boy.”

“It’s S-S-Saint Bernard to you,” Barnaby said with false bravado. “Kotetsu, stop them.”

Morgan knew the damage Kotetsu could do if Barnaby wanted. They took off running through the streets. Morgan was quick, but so was Kotetsu. By sheer luck, Morgan made it to the rendezvous point where their crew was waiting.

“Drive!” they yelled as they hopped in.

“Wha-oh my god!” the driver shouted as he saw the ghost dog and he immediately took off before anyone even had a chance to close the door.

They kept meeting like that, Barnaby occasionally stopping a heist Morgan was planning. It had started out at random, whenever Barnaby happened to cross Morgan's path. But soon Morgan made their way to D tier and as a D tier villain, it was common practice to officially assign a hero to them. That hero was Barnaby.

Barnaby wasn't just responding to random calls for help at banks or museums. He followed Morgan on their heists around the world in an attempt to stop them. Even put them in jail a few times.

"You could always just look away," Morgan told Barnaby as he carted them off to jail for the first time.

"No."

"90 seconds, that's all I need to disappear. I'll leave the jewels behind. That's all that stupid heiress cares about anyways."

"You br-broke the law," Barnaby said. "As much as I hate doing this, you have to go to prison now."

Morgan tried their best not to smile. They shouldn't care about Barnaby caring about them, but yet...

"I rather not spend my weekend in prison."

"You'll be spending a lot longer than a weekend in prison," Barnaby said as he and Morgan arrived at the police station.

"It's cute you think that."

Morgan was in prison longer than a weekend. It took them five days to break out. Eight weeks later, Morgan was working on a new, thrill seeking heist. They, however, weren’t planning on befriending the most powerful villain of all of existence on said heist.

But Alex was fun. And a little protective.

“You can’t kill Barnaby,” Morgan told Alex after the S Tier villain broke them out of jail.

“They’re the reason you were in prison,” Alex said. “We had plans.”

“Barnaby is my nemesis, my problem to deal with,” Morgan said. “You aren’t to harm a hair on their head.”

Alex huffed. “Fine.”

One day, Morgan came home to find Barnaby in their apartment.

“What are you doing here?” Morgan said, setting down their bag.

“Following a lead,” Barnaby said.

“I haven’t got any stolen goods here,” Morgan said, briefly scanning the apartment for anything they may have forgotten about. “At the moment.”

“It’s not true, is it?”

“To be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t tell if I had stolen goods here.”

“No.” Barnaby finally locked eyes with Morgan. There was concern behind them. A look only someone who was genuinely concerned with one’s wellbeing could give. “R-rumor has it, you’re...you’re new roommate is S Tier.”

“Alex? Yeah, they live here now.”

“Th-their dangerous.”

“I’m aware.”

Barnaby took a step forward. Morgan noticed his hand twitch like he was going to reach out to them, but the arm remained by his side. Kotetsu popped up by him, occupying the hand with the need to be pet.

“You’ve done so many dangerous th-things Morgan, but this, it’s bor-borderlining stupid. You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“Alex is probably the safest choice I’ve ever made.”

Barnaby looked away. “Do you...”

Morgan could fill in the rest. “Yeah, I do love them. They’re my best friend.”

“I should go.” Barnaby and Kotetsu headed for the door.

“See you in Egypt,” Morgan said, a teasing smile curling on their lips.

“Egypt? Morgan, are you planning something?”

“You’ll see.”

Egypt did not turn out as either one expected.

Morgan’s plan was to raid a tomb known for it’s difficulty to navigate. No minions to help, Morgan wanted to try it by themself. Well, them and Barnaby. An added layer of cat and mouse could make the whole adventure even more fun.

Barnaby, however, wasn’t as skilled as Morgan when it came to navigating booby traps. They were barely able to follow Morgan as the villain entered the heart of the tomb.

“Stop right there, Le Fay,” they said as Morgan reached for the large, shiny emerald of legend.

Morgan smirked to themself. “Didn’t think you’d make it, Dog Boy. This tomb are notorious for the bodies it leaves behind.”

“It’s Saint Bernard and I d-don’t scare easy.”

“No, you don’t.”

Morgan watched Barnaby through the reflection of the emerald. They then used the reflection to scan the room. Up in the corner of the room, there was a small trap door. Perfect.

“This doesn’t have to end badly. If you leave now, then I never saw you,” Barnaby said.

“That’s sweet,” Morgan said. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“R-r-really?”

Morgan turned to Barnaby. The door was to the left them and Kotetsu. Morgan could make it, they were sure of it. But Barnaby’s expression made them pause. They looked almost hopeful, like some type of fear had melted away. It had been a long time since Morgan had seem them as anything but stoic or at least trying to appear so.

Morgan’s heart raced like when they experienced an adrenaline high. But it was different. Morgan felt almost frozen with fear, a feeling they weren’t used to. How could Barnaby have such a hold on them after all these years? Is that why the Fairness Association assigned Barnaby to them? Did they even know about their history?

None of that mattered. What mattered was getting the emerald, evaded capture, and being known as the one who stole the unstealable gem.

“Really.”

In one swift move, Morgan grabbed the gem, slipping it into their bag as they replaced it with an object of similar weight, and ran for the trapdoor.

“Kotetsu, stop them!”

The phantom dog went after Morgan. Morgan knew how to evade Kotetsu, but it wasn’t an easy task. Coupled with Barnaby, it would have been two against one, but Barnaby was busy guarding the main exit. They probably hadn’t noticed the alternate exit.

“Give up the emerald, there’s no escape.”

Morgan made the mistake of glancing at the trapdoor. Barnaby followed Morgan’s gaze, putting together Morgan’s plan. They also noticed a lever below the door that was keeping it closed.

“Kotetsu, l-lever.”

The dog abandoned Morgan and headed for the lever. Morgan raced to get to the lever first, before Kotetsu could break it, destroying the only other means of escape. They were so focused on the lever, they didn’t notice Barnaby until they had been body slammed to the ground by the D Tier hero.

“I’ll take that,” Barnaby said as they took the gem from out of Morgan’s satchel, while Morgan tried to get the air back into their lungs. Had Barnaby always been that strong?

Barnaby made their way back to the pedestal the gem had been sitting on. Morgan watched as they reached to move the replacement item.

“No!” Morgan shouted, but Barnaby removed the replacement object.

Barnaby hadn’t moved quickly like Morgan though. The main entrance slammed shut and the floor below both of them split open, dropping them about twelve or so feet.

“Are-are you okay?” Barnaby asked Morgan as dust settled.

“I’m fine,” Morgan said. They’d been worse. “If you’re going to remove an object like that off it’s stand, you have to be quicker.”

“I didn’t know this would happen,” Barnaby said.

“I know, I know.”

“How do we get out?”

“Well...” Morgan stood themself up. Nothing broken, good. “Considering Kotetsu broke the lever to the only other exit, we aren’t getting out until someone comes and recuses us. And since I told Alex I didn’t want to be bothered on this trip, it’s going to be at least two days before they come looking.”

“Why two days?”

“Because I forgot to send a postcard yesterday. If Alex doesn’t get a postcard, they come looking.”

“The Fairness Association will be here first,” Barnaby said.

“What makes you so sure?” Morgan asked.

“I’m s-supposed to check in with them this evening, they’ll come looking if I don’t.”

“And they know where to look?”

“D-does Alex?”

“Alex is Alex, they know how to find where I am.”

Barnaby leaned against the wall with a huff. “Either way, we’re going to be stuck here for hours, minimum.”

“Looks like.” Morgan leaned against the wall too, next to Barnaby. “Want anything to eat or drink, I try to pack at least three days worth of food and water just to be safe.”

Barnaby smiled humorously. They slid their backpack off their shoulder and opened it.

“Me too.”

“Great minds.”

“Indeed.”

Barnaby dropped the bag to the floor. “What are we suppose to do for hours alone in a hidden tomb?”

“I have an idea,” Morgan, running their hand down Barnaby’s arm. Barnaby didn’t pull away like Morgan had been afraid of.

“We aren’t a couple anymore,” was all Barnaby said.

“Technically,” Morgan said, twining their fingers. “We never broke up.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been w-with other people.”

“I haven’t dated anyone since you.”

“Really?” Barnaby said, surprised. “It’s been six and a half years.”

“Six years, seven months and three days,” Morgan said. “But I get you having a boyfriend or two since then. I did leave without warning.”

“I-I haven’t been with anyone, trying to get into the Fairness Association, then becoming a fulltime h-hero, there hasn’t been much time for a social life.”

“So we never technically broke up and neither of us has dated anyone since,” Morgan said. “In a way, we’re kinda still together.”

Barnaby swallowed. “I’m-I’m not losing my virginity in an ancient Egyptian tomb.”

“I’m not talking sex, just some fooling around.” Morgan stepped closer, leaving little room between them. “After all, we’ll be stuck in here for hours.”

Barnaby leaned forward and kissed Morgan. It had been six years, seven months and three days since he kissed Morgan. Morgan kissed him back. It was inappropriate, they were nemeses. This was not how nemeses acted towards one another.

Morgan pushed Barnaby against the wall and suddenly Barnaby could care less about Morgan being a villain. All he cared about was Morgan’s lips trailing down his neck. Their hands touching him, gently trailing across his skin.

He and Morgan were going to be stuck for hours, days possibly. Until someone rescued them, they weren’t two people on opposite sides. They could be whatever they wanted. And, desperately, they wanted to be each others.

So maybe fooling around got a little intense. Maybe some clothes came off. Maybe all of their clothes came off. And maybe now laying on the floor, Barnaby in Morgan’s arms, as the sun was no doubt setting outside.

“This is bad,” Barnaby said as the realization of what they just did set in. “No one can know about this.”

“I don’t know,” Morgan said, playing with Barnaby’s hair in a way that caused a content sigh to escape his lips. “I think losing our virginity trapped in an ancient Egyptian tomb, surrounded by treasure makes a great story.”

“You’re forgetting the part where we are nemeses.”

“Oh yeah, maybe leave that part out.”

“I’m going to get k-kicked out of the Fairness Association.”

“The Fairness Association doesn’t have to know.”

Morgan gently kissed the crook of Barnaby’s neck. Barnaby melted at their touch.

“This can’t happen again,” Barnaby said.

“No, of course not, we’re enemies, that would be unprofessional,” Morgan said. “Unless we happen to get trapped somewhere again. We’d have to pass the time somehow if that were to happen.”

Barnaby couldn’t wait to get trapped with Morgan again.

They got dressed and made a dinner out of the food the two had brought. Beef jerky and trail mix via Morgan and fresh veggies via Barnaby.

“No, no,” Barnaby said, biting a carrot. “Th-th-there’s no way that’s true.”

“It thought the same thing! But Alex stole a spacesuit and showed me. There are aliens on the moon.”

“W-why haven’t we ever seen any before?”

“They don’t humans.”

“I swear, you have the craziest stories,” Barnaby, sipping his water.

“It comes with the territory of living with the only S Tier villain there is.”

“And two are just friends, r-right?”

Morgan rolled their eyes, but the smile hadn��t left their face. “Not just friends, they are my best friend. I love them more than anyone in the world.”

“And they don’t hurt you?”

“Please, I’ve lost some furniture and quite a few refrigerators, but they have never hurt me.”

“That’s good.”

That night, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Three hours after that, Alex busted into the tomb.

“Are you okay?”

Morgan groggily looked up at Alex, who was glowing as there were no lights in the tomb.

“Did you bring any coffee?” They asked with a groan.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

“Wait,” Morgan said as they got up. “Saint Bernard needs a ride too.”

“Let someone from the Fairness Association get him.”

“Alex.”

“I’ll be fine Morgan,” Barnaby said.

Morgan stared Alex down. Barnaby had never seen anyone dare do that.

“Alex.”

“Fine.”

Morgan made a habit of picking risky booty to go after after that trip. They also made a habit of “accidently” setting off a trap, getting both themself and Barnaby stuck.

It was around the third rescue by Alex that Barnaby realized that Alex knew. They had left, giving Barnaby a look: hurt my friend, you won’t live to see another day. Why did Alex have to be Morgan’s friend?

Morgan started developing a thing for “death traps”. Barnaby would be lying if he said he didn’t like them too. He definitely got caught in them on purpose.

“This can’t be forever,” Morgan said one night.

They and Barnaby were in Morgan’s bed. Morgan was drawing shapes on Barnaby’s skin with their finger. Alex had gotten locked away in the eternity area and wouldn’t be home until later tomorrow.

“I know,” Barnaby said.

“Someday we’re going to be faced with a choice, our way of life or each other.”

“Yes.”

“I’m not choosing you.”

Barnaby looked into Morgan’s eyes. “I’m not choosing you either.”

Morgan stole a kiss from Barnaby.

“But-but we don’t have to choose yet,” Barnaby said. “And I’m very h-happy right here, right now.”

“Me too.”

When their one year anniversary came around, Morgan stole A Jack In The Office from The J Paul Getty Museum. Barnaby knew Morgan had something special plan, he didn’t even bother to stop Morgan in the act. Instead, he went to Morgan’s apartment.

One of their signature death traps had been set, just as Barnaby expected. Barnaby got himself trapped and waited for Morgan to return.

And waited.

Several hours passed.

The worse part was that Barnaby was genuinely stuck. Morgan set this trap up a little to well. Barnaby couldn’t seem to get out.

He perked up when he heard the doorknob turn, more so to get out of the chaffing rope than for the night ahead. But relief turned to fear as he watched Alex enter through the door.

“Your datemate isn’t showing up,” Alex said, looking through the mail they brought in with them.

“What?”

“Chad caught them before you had a chance to.” Alex looked up from the mail. “Too bad, looks like you were ready for a good time.”

“Can you j-just get me out of this, please.”

Alex smiled with amusement. They snapped their fingers and Barnaby was free.”

“Th-th-thank you.”

“Sure thing,” Alex said. “So, are you gonna leave, or..”

“Right yeah...” Barnaby looked down at the floor.

“What?”

“Would it b-be too much to ask if you could maybe, um... fr-free Morgan?”

Alex laughed. “The little dog hero is willing to bend the rules for their lover.”

“F-for-forget it.”

Barnaby went for the door, but Alex put out their hand to stop them.

“I didn’t say no,” they said. “I was going to anyways.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t.” Alex said, dropping their hand. “You can’t keep a foot in both worlds forever.”

“I’m aware.”

“The sooner you switch sides, the sooner you can drop this dangerous little dance of yours.”

“Morgan and I have had this conversation. I’m not becoming a villain, they aren’t becoming a hero.”

“Can’t wait to see that go up in flames.”

Alex disappeared, only to return a moment later with Morgan.

“Happy anniversary,” Alex said, before disappearing again.

“I hope Alex didn’t scare you too much.”

“They always do.”

Morgan pulled Barnaby into a kiss. “I’m going to make you an extra special dinner tonight.”

“I love you.” Barnaby felt Morgan go tense. They had never said those words to each other before. “D-don’t feel like you have to say it b-b-back. It-it-it sorta j-just slipped out, and-and-”

“Barnaby.”

“Y-yeah?”

“I love you too.”

Morgan kissed Barnaby again. Barnaby pulled Morgan closer. They were doomed, it was destiny. But in that moment, they were perfect. Life was perfect. Everything was perfect.

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My first D Tier Spouses fic and I love how it turned out

I accept constructive criticism

#S and D tier #S&D Tier #morgan (s and d tier)#barnaby (s and d tier)#d tier #d tier spouses #s and d tier fanfic #fanfic

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beebzly · 3 years

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I’ve been sitting on these head cannons for a while, not really sure why. Some of them are more thought out than others, guess that’s why I haven’t felt ready to publish them, but I don’t think I’ll ever find the time to fine tune them so I’m just going to throw them out here.

These are “scandal” head cannons for if the Gorillaz were real people, except for the first one about 2D, which is just a nice thought imo lol.

Anyway, here they are.

-2D got into producing during the bands hiatus between getting back from his not-so deserted island experience and Humanz. He’s now a very sought after indie music producer. Won an independent Grammy in 2019 for producer of the year. He loves to do it because it gives him a sense of purpose outside of Gorillaz and helping out up and coming music acts is extremely fulfilling to him. He also loves to collaborate outside of Gorillaz. Bands will seek out his unique vocals for back up singing and occasional covers of other songs.

-2D has embarrassing memory lapses brought on my his head trauma and pill abuse that gossip rags always love to print about. He’s been known to be found peeing on the sides of buildings, ragging on and insulting strangers on the streets or crashing other people’s weddings or parties. He often comes to and can’t remember how or why he ended up there.

-Murdoc has had several write ups over the years for being an abusive boyfriend. He keeps luring women and the occasional man around only to get belligerent with them and start loud, over the top fights that draw crowds. The Daily Mail publishes every piece sent in about him, regardless of if it’s true. Occasionally the stories have a leg to stand on but mostly it’s conjecture from “anonymous sources”. In these times, 2D will always stand up for him, prompting the DM to start the rumors that he has Stockholm Syndrome, a rumor that has the power to send 2D into tirades. Occasionally he’ll be so high out of mind that he’ll go off on nonsense tangents about Murdoc and how these people are just after attention cause he’s famous and that the abuse he’s endured was never “that bad” even though there’s interviews and evidence pointing to the opposite.

-Speaking of The Daily Mail, the love to constantly speculate over the status of 2D and Murdoc’s relationship. Over the passed 20or so years, they’ve been the only publication to run actual compromising pictures of them together

-Noodle has a reputation for getting shit faced out at club and god forbid she’s out with Murdoc. They enable each other to drink more and more. Noodle gets Like embarrassingly falling over drunk and saying wild ass shit. Most of the time though she’s caught shouting in Japanese at paps and autograph seekers. It’s gotten so bad in more recent years that Noodle is starting receive bans from a few of the same nightclubs Murdoc already can’t get into.

-Russel had a reputation in the early 2000s for being caught talking to himself. It became a crazy obsession in the media for a few years, who was going to catch Russel staring at walls muttering to himself and also causing a lot of speculation as to the nature of his relationship with Del while he was alive. Occasionally those times would devolve into him looking spun out an homeless especially after Dels exorcism. He would still chatter like he was there but really he’d just gone mad. Took an extended break as a posh recovery center after the events of plastic beach, his captive stay in North Korea triggered his muttering again.

-Russel is a secret hacker, but for Robin Hood do goodings. Likes to hack into databases to wipe people’s debts or give kids lunch money for school. Almost got caught once leaving a campus getting recognized but managed to bribe the student with an autograph.

-Russ has also been caught buying black market, endangered animals for his Frankenstein-taxidermy. Getting deeper into his hobby, he wanted make the ultimate endangered animal. He claims he didn’t see anything wrong with him, since he was technically preserving the animals and they were already dead when he bought them.

-To that point, his room smells awful. Like fermeldahide and death. Also Murdoc likes to take dips of said fermeldahide to make whet joints to take on adventures. Which usually end up in him tripping his balls off.

-Noodle has mpd. She has triggers for her alters that over the years she’s able to keep controlled but in her teens especially she’d get caught out in public claiming to be someone else and dressing the part. Her alters stem from the abuse she endured as a child soldier. It’s a tactic used to make her a better assassin so her main Noodle personality won’t be able to recall the pain and horror she’s inflicted on people.

-Noodle likes to commit petty crimes for fun, and has been caught on camera several timesSometimes Murdoc will join her, but when they do, the crimes usually escalate beyond petty. The most fun they’ve had together is hot wiring random cars and taking them for joy rides. They always try to return them but usually forget where they came from.

-Murdoc still gets the itch to commit arson from time to time and usually finds old abandoned homes or factories to light up. He’s been arrested for a few but there’s never enough evidence to nail him for the crimes, he’s gotten too good at it.

-Murdoc has several off shore bank accounts and shell corporations. They’ve been talked about in the press marginally but no one really knows what they’re for or where he gets all that money or what he needs it for. “And you never will,” he says, no doubt.

#Gorillaz #gorillaz headcanons #murdoc niccals #2D #2d gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #russel hobbs #beebzly thoughts #beebzly headcannons

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Pickpocket (Avengers x Child!Reader)

Description: You have been living on the streets for years, and over these years, you have become incredibly good at pickpocketing. Unfortunately for you, though, you picked the wrong target one too many times.

Part 2 if you guys want it, just let me know!

Chin up, shoulders back, even steps. My heart is calm, my breaths slow and measured, and every muscle in my body is relaxed. In other words, every last inch of me screams that I am a confident, kind young lady without a care in the world.

No matter what anybody says, looks really are everything. Every time you meet someone new or even just pass by them on the street, your mind makes a snap judgement about them. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that everyone you meet is prejudiced or anything of the sort. Those snap judgements can easily be changed with an open-minded person, sometimes without even needing a whole conversation. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that when you see a well-groomed person in a suit, your mind automatically thinks they are successful, and when you see someone coming at you with a hoodie covering their face and their hands in their pockets, you automatically tense up. None of that is your fault, and actually it’s probably a good thing that you would be wary of people who are acting rather suspicious. Really, the only issue with these immediate ideas of every person you see is the fact that it makes people like me -- people who understand how these momentary impressions work -- able to take advantage of them.

It didn’t take long to realize I had a talent for it. I already looked the part, -- a helpless, adorable little girl -- I had a surprising knack for staying calm under pressure, and as much as I hated the old bitch, my caretaker had given me all the tools I needed. She was a stickler for proper manners, so I learned how to speak, sit, and walk like a “proper young lady.” Plus, her insane rules about tiny meal portions and too-early curfews taught me to be light on my feet as I often sneaked downstairs to grab a roll of bread at night. Yes, I had everything I needed. The only real hurdle was actually deciding to do it. I never really wanted to be a bad person. But the world is a heartless place, the city even more so, and by the end of my first week, I knew what I had to do if I was ever going to survive.

So, I started working -- oh, and by the way, no matter what you think, it is still a job. I put my time and effort into a certain task, and I obtain money because of it. I don’t know about you, but that certainly sounds like a job to me. And it was easier than I thought it would be. Within about a day, I realized that people saw me as sweet, innocent, and harmless -- no, more than that, they wanted to see me as harmless. Because if I wasn’t harmless, then that meant their world was even more screwed up than they thought. I learned quick, and by the end of the year, I had perfected my technique. It was simple: avoid all conversation if possible, and if absolutely necessary, smile and point out the farthest adult man within reason as my dad before weaving through the small gaps in the crowd, preferably around taller people, so they couldn’t see or follow me. I only got caught once or twice, but I’m grateful that I did. It forced me to learn perspective, that I needed to know more than just how to talk well. So, I learned how to run through a city. And now, I’m practically unstoppable.

As I take my even, not-too-fast-but-not-too-slow stroll down the sidewalk, a small, ambiguous smile decorating my lips, I can see it in each person’s eyes as they walk past that I have completely embodied my character. My arms swung with a practiced nonchalance as my eyes flickered from one person to the next, each time going through a mental list as I weighed the chances I had of succeeding on them versus how likely they were to catch on and calculated the amount of time that both of these events would likely take to happen. Finally, after a few minutes of this practice, one of them caught my eye.

He was larger, more muscular. Guys like him were a gamble. Often, a man of his appearance simply cared a bit too much about his appearance. Still, every now and then, they look like that because they been trained, and while past training usually meant they had no practice running in a city, it also meant that he would be much more jumpy and alert to his surroundings. However, his deep, loose pockets with the corner of his wallet just barely sticking out and the thoughtful gaze as he surveyed the buildings tipped the scales further and further in my favor. The wonder in his eyes just screamed tourist.

I gazed forward with an absentminded look in my eye that I’d spent months perfecting in the mirror while keeping him clearly in my periphery before bumping into him. As I hit him, two of my fingers simultaneously dipped into his pocket, where my knee bumped against his leg to jolt his wallet up and out. The moment the warm leather was in my grasp, I forced myself to fall backwards. Before I could hit the ground, though, I felt one of those strong, muscular arms had wrapped itself around my waist and was helping me back up.

My jaw clenched for half a second. This wasn’t good. His reflexes were too quick to have just worked out at some random gym, which meant my hunch was right: he had been trained. And that meant that I needed to get out of there fast. I wouldn’t be able to slip the wallet back in his pocket without bumping into him again, and that would only make me look even more suspicious, so I quickly emptied it of all of the cash behind his back and slipped the bills into my sleeve before tossing the piece of leather on the ground a few feet away.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern evident in his eyes, and immediately I decided on my personality for the day -- bright and bubbly but proper. Gently, he released his arm from its position on my waist once he knew I had regained my footing.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I quickly apologized, my left hand shooting up to cover my mouth in fake shock while my right hand carefully dropped the money in one of my own pockets, all the while watching every last one of his movements for any sign of suspicion. “It was all my fault. I wasn’t paying attention where I was going.”

“It’s ok, really.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I wasn’t really looking where I was going either, so it was partially my fault, too.”

“Well, thank you for catching me, sir, but I really have to go,” I smiled at him apologetically. “I’m supposed to meet back up with my dad in about five minutes.”

“Oh, no worries,” he responded kindly before sneaking a glance at my old, slightly ripped clothes, the concern still dancing in his eyes. “You’re sure you’re alright, though?”

“Absolutely!” I dismissed. “Thank you again!”

“Um, yeah, no problem.” We both started to walk away.

I waited patiently as I listened to his retreating steps. 1... 2... 3... 4... and then-- “Hey, mister!” I called, bending down and grabbing the piece of leather from where I had tossed it earlier. “I think you might’ve dropped your wallet!”

The man turned back, shocked, before jogging back towards me. “I didn’t even notice,” he mumbled to himself. “Hey, thanks, kid.”

“My pleasure!” I chirped. “Now, sorry, but I really have to get going. See you around, sir!” I quickly jogged off, allowing myself to get lost in the crowd before he could even have a minute to fully understand what happened.

-- 3rd Person POV --

“I told you guys the world wasn’t such a bad place!” Steve called as he entered the living room of Stark Tower. The rest of the Avengers looked up in surprise. They had been having this argument for the past three days, with Steve insisting that there were still people who put others first living in New York while the entire rest of the team tried to convince him otherwise.

“Alright, show your work,” Tony leaned back against the wall, watching the captain with curiosity.

“I met a kid today who couldn’t have been older than 16. I was trying to remember what the city looked like before I went in the ice, and I accidentally bumped into her. She then spent the next few minutes constantly apologizing and saying it was all her fault. And the best part is, after we’d already walked away, she found and returned my wallet. I hadn’t even realized I had dropped it!” The 96-year-old man finished with a triumphant grin, leaving the rest of the team silent for a moment. That is, until Tony busted out laughing. Steve frowned. “...What?”

“Steve, honey, check inside of your wallet,” Natasha sighed as she turned back to the tv to watch whatever was on.

Steve frowned, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his wallet. “I don’t understand; why do you want me to....” He trailed off as he stared at the now empty pocket that only just earlier that day held around 65 dollars in cash. “She... but how did she...”

Tony slapped a heavy hand on Steve’s shoulder, wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye. “She scammed you, bro. And you fell for it hook, line, and sinker,” he grinned before walking back to his room, still chuckling softly to himself at his friend’s misfortune.

------- Time Skip -------

About two weeks had passed since that godsend of a man and I crossed paths. I can’t remember the last time I had managed to lift 65 dollars off anyone. That kind of cash can last someone like me a really long time. But sadly, all good things must come to an end, and after buying myself the first decent meal I’d had in weeks plus a ton of canned foods and non-perishables that I dropped off at the nearest homeless shelter, that good thing ended ended all too quickly. Which meant it was time I went back to work.

I stepped into the public library, that same ambiguous smile painted ever so gently across my face. There weren’t a whole lot of people here and there were almost never any big scores, but working here was a lot less guess-work, and more often than not, the target was too engrossed in their book to even notice what I was doing, so there was also much less risk of being caught.

After a quick scan of the quiet room, my eyes landed on the man sitting at one of the long tables, his bag haphazardly laying next to him on the table. It should be easy enough to grab something from in there, and he seemed invested enough to have his guard down. He should make for a good target.

I walked into the science section and grabbed a few scientific papers, most of which were generally about to nuclear physics, before walking back to his table and sitting down right across from him. Scientific papers are the best way to make sure no one has the confidence to talk to you. I opened the paper that I had read a hundred times and started pretending to read it once more, my left hand resting on my cheek as my right hand slowly made its way towards the bag.

“Excuse me.” I glanced up, pausing my movement towards his back but still being careful not to react too quickly and retract my hand. I didn’t want to draw his attention to what I was doing, and if at all possible, I would still like to come out of this with something to show for it. As I met the glasses-clad, clearly intelligent eyes of the man in front of me, it was easy to figure out what my personality should be -- shy, smart, and above all else, kind. “Is that Schippers’s work?”

I blinked in surprise and allowed a soft smile to spread across my lips. “You know Stefan Schippers?”

“Yeah, his work in antimatter is amazing,” he grinned fully now, his eyes lighting up and making him almost look like a completely different person. “Particularly regarding his research in collisions.”

I grinned back, taking note of how his eyes were now trained on mine, instead of glancing around like before. Maybe I should’ve started a conversation before -- clearly it was a good distraction for him. Well, either way, it’s going to be easier to lift something off of him now, so I guess I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. “I completely agree. His work is amazing,” I giggled softly, glancing down at the table before looking back up at him, a slight red hue now painting the apples of my cheeks as my hand slipped inside of his bag.

“I was honestly surprised to see you reading that paper, actually,” he chuckled nervously. “I’ve read it at least 20 times, but I figured I was the only one.” I laughed lightly, slipping what felt like a wallet out of the bag and tucking it under my arm.

“Trust me, I’ve read this so many times, I’m afraid the library is going to have to replace it because I’ve worn it out so much. You know, if you’re interested in Schippers, you should read some of Dr. Banner’s papers,” I laid my left hand on his arm gently while my right arm swung back over to me, pushing the wallet into my lap. “As much as I love Schippers, Dr. Banner’s work is unparalleled.”

The man chuckled nervously again, ducking his head a bit. “You really think so, huh? How old are you anyways? I don’t see a whole lot of kids brushing up on nuclear physics.”

“I’m older than I look,” I casually brushed off the question. I was not about to give up any personal information, fellow science geek or not. “Oh, by the way, do you have the time?”

The man glanced at his watch. “About 6:00.”

My eyes widened in shock. “You’re kidding, it got that late?! My dad’s gonna kill me!” I gasped and quickly stood up, catching the wallet in my left hand and slipping it into my pocket. “It was really nice meeting you, sir, but I have to go home. I really liked talking to you, though! I hope we can meet again!” I hurriedly gathered the papers and rushed off, waving with a broad smile.

“Oh, uh nice meeting you... too...” he tried to respond, but she was already well out of sight.

-- 3rd Person POV --

“What the hell?” Bruce mumbled, digging through his bag. The pizza had just arrived, and he needed to pay his share.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha glanced at him, an eyebrow raised.

“I could’ve sworn I put my wallet in here, but now I can’t find it,” he frowned, continuing to search every last nook and cranny of the old bag.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy, I can cover you if you’re short,” Tony shrugged.

“That’s not the issue,” Bruce frowned, finally giving up and tossing his bag to the side in frustration. “That had my credit card, my driver’s license, and my ID for Stark Tower. If it’s lost somewhere, it could be a real problem.”

“When was the last time you remember having it?” Clint mumbled through a full mouth of the piece of pizza that he’d already shoved in his face. Natasha rolled her eyes and wiped off the bit of spit he’d gotten on her in disgust.

“I was at the library. I used my library card to check out some books,” he responded confidently.

“Again?” Clint asked, once again through a mouthful of cheese and marinara sauce. “What, do you live there or something?”

“Ok, now walk us through exactly what happened after you checked out those books,” Natasha suggested, doing her best to ignore her best friend.

Bruce sighed and nodded, sitting down. “I checked out my books, then walked over to one of the tables to start reading. Then I talked to that teenager for a little while about some of Schippers’s theories before she ran off--”

“You talked to a teenager about Schippers? And she actually understood?” Tony asked, lifting a brow in surprise.

“Yeah, she even recommended I read Dr. Banner’s work in the same field,” Bruce chuckled. “I thought it better not to tell her who I was, but according to her, Banner’s work is ‘unparalleled’.”

“Damn, the kid knows her stuff,” Tony nodded, impressed. “Did she say anything about--”

“Boys,” Natasha cut in. “The wallet.”

“Ah, right,” Bruce mumbled apologetically. “Anyways, after she ran off, I kept reading for a few minutes before leaving, too. Then I came back to the tower and got up here just in time to decide on ordering pizza with you guys.”

“Did you use the subway?” Natasha asked.

Bruce shook his head. “No. I figured since it was such a nice day out, I would just walk home.”

“How did you enter the building?”

“I ran into Steve downstairs, and we came in together.”

Steve, who had been silent up until this point, finally spoke up. “This teenager... Was she about 16? With (H/C) hair?”

“What, you think it’s the same girl who totally scammed you the other--” Tony started, getting ready to take part in his favorite pastime of making fun of Steve.

“Actually, yeah, she was,” Bruce answered, his eyes wide in realization.

Before anyone could say anything, Tony’s incredibly loud laughter filled the room. “Holy shit, you guys both got scammed by the same teenager! How does that even happen?!” He wheezed, laughing so hard he could hardly breath.

“Hey she seemed like a nice girl!” Bruce defended. “How was I supposed to know she was robbing me?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius or something?” Tony asked, tears streaming down his face now. Bruce opened his mouth, trying to come up with something but came up blank. A heavy hand landing on his shoulder knocked him out of his stupor.

“Just let it happen,” Steve sighed, his eyes cast down as he shook his head in sympathy.

------- Time Skip -------

It had been a week since I had spoken to that science nerd in the library, and I was still pissed. Seriously, what kind of grown man only carries around 4 dollars and 36 cents? Well, apparently, that weirdo did. I had thrown out all the cards and IDs to at least sell the what looked to be leather wallet to a pawn shop, but apparently the thing wasn’t even leather! All of that time, wasted for a measly 12 bucks. I’ll say it again: I was pissed.

So, now I was back out working again, because the money I’d made was barely enough to buy a few snacks that I had to portion out over the course of the past week.

As I walked down the sidewalk, still grumbling softly to myself about what had happened, I saw him.

Tony freaking Stark.

I grinned. Maybe my luck was getting better after all. I mean, a billionaire who’s famous for having, shall we say, questionable morals? After all, it’s not exactly nice to sleep with as many women as humanly possible before tossing them away like they’re nothing. I mean, sure there’s the whole iron man thing, but he’s still kind of a dick, let’s be honest. And while I usually tried to refrain from taking anything major in case my target doesn’t have a whole lot of money or the object is sentimental, billionaire jerks are fair game. And the best part was, I didn’t even have to read him to know the part I was going to play. Tony Stark would only ever fall for one personality: sarcastic, quick-witted, and strong.

His head was down, buried in his phone, so I casually walked towards him, picking up an old cup of coffee from one of a nearby cafe’s outdoor tables, before smacking into him head-first, spilling the coffee everywhere.

“What the hell?!”

“Oh my god!” We both yelled at the same time.

“Oh c’mon, kid, this is silk!” Tony continued to shout, staring down at the coffee covering his chest.

“Hey, I’m not the one with my head buried in my phone while walking through one of the busiest cities in the world,” I snapped back. “And you’re not the only one whose clothes got ruined. This is cashmere!” I lied through my teeth. It was a ratty old sweater that I’d bought for about 3 dollars at a thrift store.

Stark scoffed. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Yeah, you’re Tony Stark. That doesn’t change the fact that my parents are gonna be pissed about me ruining a hundred dollar sweater,” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms defiantly.

That was when he finally glanced at me and my coffee-stained outfit. Stark sighed and put his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “Alright, I’m sorry.” Wait, what? Since when does the great Tony Stark ever apologize for anything? “I’ll pay for the dry-cleaning, ok? Just give me your parents’ numbers.”

Shit, that’s not how this is supposed to go. Ok, new strategy. A sassy front but a kind interior.

I sighed and shook my head. “No, it’s not entirely your fault. I guess I could’ve tried to avoid you better. Anyways, you got a pen and paper?”

Stark nodded slightly and reached into his inner pocket, pulling out a tiny pad and a fancy looking pen. I quickly jotted down the phone number and handed it back to him. Shoot, he looked like he was about to walk away. I had to act quick or lose my chance. Time to add one more very important characteristic to my identity: pitiable. “Hey, I really am sorry. I kind of overreacted. It wasn’t cool. I guess I just got a little nervous. My dad likes things to be clean, and he can get pretty mad when I don’t follow that rule...” I trailed off a bit, glancing down at my feet. I shook my head quickly and met the billionaire’s gaze, now filled with concern, again. “Sorry, didn’t mean to dump that on you. I just wanted to say thanks.” I held out my right hand, praying that I’d guessed which hand to use correctly. As Stark grabbed my hand, I had to hold back a sigh of relief when I saw the watch casually placed on his wrist.

“It was really nice meeting you, Mr. Stark,” I smiled a bit, with my left hand closing over his wrist while three of my fingers on my right hand undid the clasp on his watch. Then I pressed down one the buttons on either side of the clasp with my middle finger on my right hand and my thumb on my left hand, making sure to hold the watch in place. “If you’d like, I’d be happy to buy you a coffee to make up for it. There’s a really nice café right over there.” I squeezed the watch tightly with my left hand and jerked my chin towards the store just behind him. He turned his head and looked, pulling his hand back slightly as he did so, which allowed me to slip the watch off his wrist. Immediately, I dropped it in my pocket before he had a chance to turn back around.

“Thanks, kid, but I’m good. I’ll give your parents a call when I get home, ok?” He said before awkwardly giving me a pat on the shoulder. “Now go run off and play with some dolls or whatever.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, but my collection can’t be nearly as big as yours,” I bit back with a slight, good-natured smirk. “Anyways, I gotta go home and get yelled at by my parents. Nice meeting you, Mr. Stark,” I called, waving to him as I was already leaving.

Stark shook his head with a small smile. “Yeah, you too, kid.”

-- 3rd Person POV --

“What, no watch today?” Tony furrowed his brows at Bruce’s question.

“Of course I have a watch today. I have a watch for every day of the week,” he scoffed, lifting his wrist to show off the rather expensive Rolex.

“Umm dude...?” Clint started.

“Yeah, I know it’s awesome, and no, you cannot try it on,” Tony smirked. “I have a very strict look don’t touch policy. These bad boys cost quite the pretty penny, and I wouldn’t want any of you trying to take it from me.” Clint just shrugged in defeat and unpaused his video game -- it wasn’t his fault his friend interrupted him trying to help.

“Tony, look at your wrist,” Steve rolled his eyes at the pompous man’s antics.

“What, just so I can admire it--” he cut himself off as his eyes landed on the bare skin of his wrist. “...Where the hell is my watch?”

“Maybe you forgot to put one on today?” Bruce shrugged, going back to his computer as he continued to work.

“No, I didn’t forget; I never forget,” Tony snapped. “It was there this morning, and now it’s gone.” He yanked up his sleeve to search in vain for the incredibly expensive missing item.

“Hey, maybe Tony was pick-pocketed, too,” Clint joked absentmindedly before cursing at some ‘dumbass little camping noob’ who kept killing him.

Tony’s eyes widened in realization. “Holy shit, it was the kid.”

“What?” Steve frowned.

“The kid! The kid who spilled coffee on me today!” He shouted. “I had my watch, then she shook my hand, and now the watch is gone. She totally took it!”

Clint paused the game again. “Wait, so basically some kid took your custom watch, which is worth thousands of dollars, right off your wrist, and you didn’t even notice?” Tony bobbed his head up and down frantically. “Hold on... You don’t think...” Clint glanced between the three other men in the room.

“(H/C) hair?” Steve asked.

“(E/C) eyes?” Bruce called, suddenly no longer able to focus on his work.

Tony nodded slowly with wide eyes. Reality crashed down on all three of them.

A wide smile slowly took over Clint’s face. “So you mean to tell me that three of the Avengers, the Earth’s greatest defenders, got scammed by the same teenage girl in less than a month?” The three men were silent, each of them staring at the ground as they started to question how smart they actually were.

About 30 seconds later, the silence was broken. “Nat, you’ll never believe what just happened. I can’t believe you weren’t home for this,” Clint talked excitedly into the phone while his teammates all slowly left the room to sulk alone.

------- Time Skip -------

It had been a whole month since I had gotten the watch off Tony Stark. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the amount of zeros on the offer the pawn shop had given me. It was probably one of the best days of my life. Immediately, I had gone out and bought myself a meal at an actual restaurant, and let me tell you, they weren’t kidding when they said restaurant food is delicious. Every protein bar and bag of chips in the world couldn’t live up to the food I ate that day. And with that kind of money, I could be eating like that for maybe even a year! Still, I knew what I had to do.

It was almost Christmas. With the money I’d just gotten, I could afford to buy each and every kid at the orphanage actual brand new presents that year, instead of the crummy second-hand stuff that had to be shared between three or four kids that I usually brought. So, I went out and blew a good three quarters of my new budget on toys, and not the kind from thrift shops or even the ones from the big department stores. I could finally get them toys from one of the fancy stores that had display windows. And it was worth it, too, seeing the pure amazement that lit up those kids’ eyes when they saw there was enough for all of them. I then spent another quarter of the money on nonperishable foods that I donated to the homeless shelter plus one massive turkey for their Christmas feast.

After all of that, I was left with around 20 dollars for myself. Usually I can make money like that last with just a few extra marks, but as the month dragged on and less and less people were out on the streets at night, my budget ran thin. Eventually, I reached my breaking point. I’d gone I think four days now without any food. My stomach growled loudly, begging me to give it something, anything. I just sighed and receded further into the fabric of my thin, worn down coat that I’d found a few days back by a dumpster -- the coat I used to wear long traded in for a couple spare dollars. Sure, the wind cut through it like a knife, but hell, it was better than nothing.

I glanced up as I heard the crunching of footsteps in the snow, my heard immediately leaping into my throat at the prospect of there being people out. I frowned when I saw who they were. A couple walking together, chatting away about something or another. Normally, I would never choose a couple to target -- it was too easy for one of them to spot what I was doing to the other -- but I had gotten desperate. I was freezing cold, and I needed food now.

So, I walked directly towards them and crashed my shoulder into the guy’s, my hand slipping into his pocket. I thanked whatever higher power was watching over me when my hand came into contact with a money clip.

“Sorry,” I mumbled and slipped my hand back out before continuing to walk at a casual pace away from the two, tucking the clip into my pocket.

-- 3rd Person POV --

“Well that was rude,” Clint huffed, dusting himself off.

Natasha stared at the back of the young girl who continued to walk away like nothing had happened. “Hey, Clint,” she muttered.

“Yeah?”

“Where’s your wallet?”

“I put it back in my... pocket....” Clint froze when he realized he couldn’t feel the familiar clip in his jacket pocket. He whirled around to look at the girl, who was already a ways away. “Hey! Get back here!” He screamed, breaking into a run, Natasha quickly following suit.

-- Your POV --

“Hey! Get back here!” I glanced back with wide eyes, my heart leaping into my throat before immediately sprinting.

I ran through the snow, turning right and left through back alleys and narrow shortcuts, thanking my past self for never eating well, as my skinny form was able to stay on top of the snow for the most part. Still, somehow I hadn’t lost the two adults chasing me yet. They had barely fallen a foot or two behind over the last eight blocks. My stamina was quickly running out, the malnourishment over the past week finally catching up to me. I felt dizzy, and my chest burned as I focused on continuing to put one foot in front of the other. I turned down an alleyway with a brick wall at the end.

“Ha! We’ve finally caught you!” The man behind me panted. I completely ignored him, not pausing a single step as I sprinted towards the wall.

“Uhh, hey, kid? Rock beats teenager...” He called warily. I continued to ignore him. I was only five feet away. “Stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” he shouted just before I jumped, pressing my feet into the bricks to launch my further and further up. I reached as high as I could and just barely caught the edge of the wall with my fingertips. I swung my other arm up and forced my arms to pull myself to the top.

I panted as I gazed down from the top of the wall, the couple staring back up at me. “Holy shit,” the man muttered, to which the woman immediately smacked him in the arm.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I was hungry.” I wasn’t really sure why I was apologizing. Granted, I knew what I was doing wasn’t very nice, but I don’t recall ever apologizing before. Maybe it’s because they reminded me of my parents -- or, at least, what I imagined my parents to be like. Maybe it’s because I was so dizzy that I couldn’t really think straight. I nodded slightly to the two before turning around, preparing myself to jump down the other side.

Suddenly, a massive wave of dizziness and nausea smacked me in the face. I groaned slightly and put my hand to my forehead, trying to get a hold of myself. Evidently, that didn’t work, because the next thing I knew, I was falling.

Time seemed to slow as I fell through the air. I probably shouldn’t pass out right now, the surprisingly calm thought entered my mind. If I do, I’ll most likely just freeze to death. Then again, passing out would save me a lot of pain from falling. Alright, I guess that’s it then. I’ll pass out now and hope I wake up in time to not die. My eyes fluttered closed just before I hit the ground, the fog in my brain thickening as I finally allowed myself to just give in to it.

-- 3rd Person POV --

Clint grunted as he caught the girl. He was expecting to fall to the ground with her, only really serving to break her fall, but was surprised to find that she wasn’t even heavy enough to knock him down. Natasha made her way over to his side, looking down at the little thief in her friend’s arms.

“She’s light as a feather,” Clint murmured with a frown on his face, “and freezing to the touch.”

“She said she was hungry,” Natasha muttered thoughtfully.

Clint grit his teeth and nodded, determined. “Alright, that settles it. We’re taking her back to the tower.”

Natasha glanced at him warily. “You sure? The others might not be so accepting.”

“They’re gonna have to be,” he stated, already walking back, holding the girl as close as he could in an attempt to warm her up.

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