#scrawnys gift folder

[scrawnym4]

boo did i scared you

[haunted-seance]

GIFTED

It was a car accident like he’d never seen before.

Ben Hargreeves was called into his Police Sargent's office that morning. The light glared through the window, he raised his hand and squinted at the light. 

“I got the results this morning and I’ve decided to call in the FBI.” Said the Sargent. 

The Jane Doe’s death at the scene of the crash was strange-- especially given the nature. The cause of death was lightning strike but the forecast for the week was clear and sunny. No power lines were down in the area. He looked down as the Sargent handed him a waver to sign. “What’s this?” As he read it, his brows furrowed. “Should I become a hostage or interrogated about the Gifted Project--” Ben’s confused expression hardened, just what the hell had he seen back there?

“I’ll understand if you choose to step away from this case.” The Sargent said. 

Ben continued reading, it didn’t specify anything about the project. Only that in order to proceed in the case he’d have to swear to secrecy, even if held hostage. He was a homicide detective, that came with tons of red tape and dangers. This however was a different security clearance entirely. He signed it and leaned in, wondering what the hell the Gifted Project was. 

The briefing struck a nerve with him in ways he couldn’t describe. The answer was on the tip of his brain and he couldn’t place why it all bothered him.

Ben sat in his office pouring over the case and reviewing notes on the Gifted Project. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a scrawny familiar figure in bright pink, being dragged in by police. 

He cursed and left his office to see what the commotion was. “Mack, I got him.” he said to the officer who was holding the cuffed man. He took the handcuff keys from him and unlocked Klaus. “What are you doing here?” 

Klaus’ eyes lit up at the sight of his brother Ben. He hugged him tightly once he was free. “Benny, Ben ben buddy. Hey.” Klaus wreaked of booze and looked like he hadn’t slept in a house for days. “You got a smoke?” He giggled and was dragged into Ben’s office. There he sat down and began fading in and out of consciousness. 

“What are you doing here?” He sat down across from Klaus and snatched one of the folders Klaus was reading from.

“Hey, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them.” Klaus pursed his lips and gestured to the officers outside. “They dragged me in here.” He hesitated then added, “besides, I’m lonely.” Ben’s conceding sigh was all it took for Klaus to jump up and hug him again, “Aw thank you Benny. You know, I’ll buy you an ounce. From my heart, to yours.”

“Klaus!” Ben exclaimed. As a kid, he dabbled with marijuana and booze, what teen didn’t? Klaus was living in the past and never recovered from their father’s abuse. “Just...” He cursed. He didn’t want to take Klaus in, the guy needed rehab and he wasn’t even fit to own a dog given the hours he worked. He wouldn’t be able to supervise Klaus. “You can stay the night. Tomorrow I’ll take you to the clinic and-”

“I’m not going back to rehab. I don’t need it.” Klaus pouted, but Ben’s stern glare was final. He’d be dropped off there whether or not he wants to. “Fine. But I get the good pillow tonight.”

Klaus was released and used this chance to buy some liquor before the “warden” put him on lockdown.

The streets were bustling with people, the city was suffocating yet euphoric-- perhaps a result of whatever he took earlier. He didn’t care. He was in his happy place. Klaus didn’t want to go back to Ben’s place right away, Ben wouldn’t be off till after midnight and for the both of them, that was their mid-day. He was ready to embrace the night and try to enjoy his newfound freedom. 

After lifting some liquor from a gas station, Klaus wandered into a nearby walk-in clinic. It was ironic that the place you went for treatment, could dole out the best “happy pills” one could get their hands on. This place had the best hookups. He greeted everyone as though he were a celebrity, everyone was on a first name basis with him and he relished in the “community” of it all. 

He strode through the halls like he owned the place. At the end of the hall, Klaus went into the doc’s office and flopped down on the chair, one leg propped on the arm rest. “Hey there Peaches, can ya write me up some good stuff? I’ve got a family visit tonight with Mr. Grumpy.” He sighed. Dr. Quinzel wasn’t like the other straight edged shrinks that told him to just “relax.” Dr. Quinzel actually helped him work through his issues and would give him the hook up when he felt like he was going to explode. 

[kookiecrumb]

BTS Makne Line's

Panty Competition

(A "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic)

Taehyung's Version

warnings: smut (18+), cunnilingus, some pining, lingerie, breastplay, fluff, explicit language, unprotected sex*(don't do this), creampie

wordcount: 2.8K (including intro)

INTRO AND MASTERLIST (PLEASE read first).

"I'm gonna go help Tae!" you chirp.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow. "Taehyung can't pull you," he rebuts. You can't help but think it's slightly out of jealousy.

"What do you mean? He's smoking hot and I've had the fattest crush on him ever since that cruise we all took as freshmen…" you reminisce.

Taehyung was once the scrawny guy from your science class who was always losing his folders and asked to borrow your paper every now and then during tests.

Ever since he joined the swim team, though, he's gotten toned and all of the sudden he started growing his hair out a little. His jaw has gotten more defined and you can tell he's grown into himself really well. He's older now, more mature, and that's exactly what you need.

"Whatever. You have his number," Jungkook scoffs. "I'll win this thing, so you'll be doing this for nothing!"

"We'll see about that!" You shout back as you close the door to your room to get ready. A matching set is essential for such an occasion. Finally, an opportunity to wear the gorgeous emerald green lingerie you bought as a graduation gift to yourself.

It might be a little immature to get excited about something as superficial as fucking your silly college crush, but who cares?

You have to actually call him up first.

Damn.

You sit down with your whole set on underneath your one pair of college sweatpants and a cute solid color long sleeve and dial him up on your phone.

He picks up after three rings. "Hey, what's up?" Taehyung answers.

"So I hear you're having a little contest with the guys, huh?"

"...who the fuck told you?"

– You can't help but smirk.

Tae interrupts you. "Wait why the fuck are you calling me about it?!"

He actually allows you to explain this time, his arms crossed as he's standing in line at the convenience store. On the counter in front of him are a pack of condoms, a pack of gum, and a disposable pen. A cashier is eavesdropping on the conversation, but Taehyung doesn't give two shits about it.

"Well, duh…" you pout. "I wanna help you win."

"...You do?" He hesitates, keeping his eyes down. The cashier urges him to remove his card, trying to get his attention.

"Yeah, can you do that for me?" You respond, seductively.

"Definitely," he replies. The cashier rolls her eyes, swinging the card reader around and removing the card for him. She hands him the bag and shoos him from the front counter.

"Great. Let's meet at your place tonight. Nine o'clock. I'll bring dinner," you tease.

"No, I'll bring dinner. Just bring your ass," he insists.

"Will do," you flirt.

You proceed to scream into your pillow for the next five to ten minutes. Although, you really should be saving your voice…so you can scream into his pillows.

While you wait, you make yourself some tea and sit with your legs crossed on the bed with your laptop, casually switching between socials and binging whatever show is on. When the digital clock hits about seven fifteen, you consider showering.

God, this is refreshing. You honestly haven't had a reason to take care of yourself this good for a while, so you're making it worth it. The steam of the shower floats around you like a cloud, surrounding you in its humid warmth. It can't get any better than this.

After making sure you're clean and ready, you check yourself one more time in the mirror and smile. There she is. Beautiful. Sexy.

Your phone dings. It's a voice recording!

"Alright so, if you don't know where I live, I'm like…five minutes from campus near the bridge…area? Like,,"

Taehyung smacks his teeth and sends another recording.

"Just come out close to the Starbucks and you'll see me there. I promise I will fight off…any headass who is dumb enough to fuck with you."

He's kinda sweet.

With a little bit of a struggle, you put your fit back on and walk out the door of your room after turning everything off. You unhook your set of keys from the key hanger and stuff them in your pocket, heading for the Starbucks on campus.

Taehyung stands tall in his grey sweats and a cozy jacket, with his hair curling outside of the hood. He's carrying a tote bag under his arm from the metropolitan museum of art, and his hands are stuffed into his pockets.

He gives you a line smile, but his eyes say it all. He's happy to see you.

Without a word, you approach him and put your arms around him in a relaxed hug. "Hey, Tete," you sigh.

"Hey, y/n. Are you okay?" He asks, his fingers carefully swirling on your back. "You wanna do this?"

"Yes~ I'm just glad you're here," you assure him, looking up at him from his chest. He smells so calming.

Taehyung lathers himself in a lavender moisturizer after he showers, so he always smells soothing. He puts his large hands on your head and caresses you. "Come on up. I got us Chinese."

You eat with your legs crossed on the coffee table, and he makes you a plate out of all of the side dishes he got. The whole time, he's asking you questions. It's almost like an interrogation. He wants to know what prompted you to come help him out.

"What am I supposed to say? I just…wouldn't mind it I guess," that's an understatement and it does not throw Taehyung off your scent at all.

"Gee, so my long-term colleague and friend of five years tells me she wants to help me win a stupid bet between me and the guys just because she really wouldn't mind it," Taehyung laughs. "Yeah, that's super believable, Y/N."

He picks up a spring roll with his chopsticks and dips it in the peanut dipping sauce. "But…whatever. I won't push," he shrugs it off.

A quiet and comfortable silence builds, the crunching of Taehyung's eating the only sound in the room. You begin eating with him, observing his small mannerisms and habits.

He pauses his eating and glances up at you. "You're giving me those eyes again," he says. "You're so obvious."

You are, it's true. Who wouldn't be?

"Just admiring," you reply, smally.

"Just admiring?" he echoes, entertained.

Taehyung puts his eating utensils down and places his hands on his thighs, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, the rest is yours. Take it back to your place after."

"Okay," you comply.

Then, he gradually reaches out his hand across the table and weaves his fingers between yours. "Do you wanna go have sex?"

You bite your lip. He's so straightforward. Flustered, you nod.

"I'll take good care of you," he reminds you. You know he will.

Taehyung briefly kisses the back of your hand before rising from the floor and walking into another room.

Curiously, you go looking for him again. He isn't in his room, and the bathroom light is on, so he must be there.

Taehyung's room is just like any other guy's. It looks like he actually put some effort into making his bed and cleaning things up a little before you came, though. The only discrepancy was that his bed was open, but it looked intentional. It was invitational.

"Oh! Hey," Taehyung greets from behind you. He sets down a box of things, like a kit, on the bedside table. His hands meet your waist, his palms smoothing over your midsection.

"Tae," you sigh into his touch. He replies by pulling you closer and, in a tangent, kissing your neck. The vibration of his voice buzzes on your skin as you allow him to undress you piece by piece.

His slender fingers dip beneath the fabric of your clothes to reveal your skin to him. He needs to access you. His eyes land on the intricate fabric of your lingerie causing him to shiver.

"You wore this for me?" he asks, in quiet delight.

"Yeahh," you whimper subtly.

"You smell so good too, mm…" he buries his face into the crook of your neck as his hands admire the complex pattern of the lace against your skin. "Fuckk," he groans as he absorbs more of your body.

"Let's help each other feel good. Please," he speaks next to your ear, his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing them with care. "You know how much the both of us have been wanting each other."

"God, I want to give in to you so bad," you reply as your mind indulges in fantasies you've played over and over in your head before this. "Have your way with me, I trust you with my body."

You feel Taehyung's lips curl into a smirk against your skin. "You're so easy for me…"

The way he held your body was as if he would never let go. His arms and his legs entrapped you on his bed and under his control you felt liberated from your own inhibitions.

His thighs flexed under you as his fingers twisted themselves in the lace of your panties and pulled them casually to the side. He hisses when he fingers you languidly, the thought of fucking your tight pussy a catalyst for his wildest fantasies.

"Tae," you whine, holding on to the seam of his pants as he deliberately kisses between your breasts. Your hands weave through his beautiful curls, feeling like silk between your fingers. "Ohh~" you sigh.

He trails down your body, feeling your sides and making love to every sliver of skin before arriving at your abdomen and kneading your thighs. Without a moment of hesitation, Taehyung splits your thighs and lays his fat tongue on your slit.

You groan softly, lifting your hips toward him. The warm muscle spreads itself on your cunt and then sharpens, swirling around your clitoris before his lips close around it.

He sucks lewdly, his throat buzzing with baritone moans as he tastes you. Taehyung reaches his tongue into your entrance and thrusts teasingly.

Your breath quickens as you tense underneath him, vulgar noises escaping your lips in the form of stringy whines as you melt for him. "Ohhh please," you beg.

Taehyung only smirks and continues kissing and sucking at your throbbing cunt. He brings his slender fingers to your entrance and gathers a fair amount of your arousal before pushing in carefully. His eyebrows furrow in concentration.

You want to give him all of you, so you let him know just how good he's making you feel. "Taehyung, that's good,," you cry, feeling yourself pulse around his twisting fingers. "Fuck that's good, please don't stop touching me,"

He rolls his eyes in pleasure, readjusting your hips so that he can deepen his thrusts.

He's so hard from eating you that he's practically humping the mattress beneath him. Taehyung is incredibly desperate to get inside of your sweet cunt and it's driving him insane.

"Fuck! Fuck,, oh fuck," you gasp, sharply. A deep, binding pressure builds inside of you, fueled by the obscene sensation of your college crush eating your pussy.

He points his tongue and teases your clit one more time before removing your thighs from his shoulders and rising up to kiss you.

"You're cumming around my cock, so don't even think about it, " he warns. "You're gonna cover my cock in your pretty cum."

"Yes please," you breathe, pulling down his pants and kicking off your panties in one swift movement. You connect his hips to your cunt and start grinding yourself on his veiny shaft.

In a rush of heated and intimate kisses, he squeezes and plays with your breasts, releasing them from their pretty constraints and holding them in his delicate hands. "Ohh~" you pout, your eyes briefly meeting his as he carefully pinches around your nipple.

Your fingers find the shell of his ear and lovingly stroke it with your thumb, a gentle touch to remind him of your intentions.

It's hard to keep a good conscience when his dick is pulsing against your needy cunt.

He's so thick you can barely comprehend it when he splits you. Taehyung easily reaches your cervix, and with how wet you are, he glides in smoothly.

With how consumed you are with one another you cannot tell where your body stops and his begins. You wind around him and breathe his air as he moves his hips in slow circles inside of you.

"I want you to cum deep inside of me, Tae," you whimper. "You stretch me so good,"

"Let me stretch you better." Taehyung steals your lips and pulls you flush against him as he accelerates his pace. His hands force your thighs around him as he pounds into you, each dizzying thrust sending chills through your body.

Your hands splay across his chest and move to his back, scratching him out of pure euphoria. His fingers are eagerly stimulating your bud as he pecks sweet kisses under your neck.

"...pound this pussy like it's been craving me for the entire semester, huh? It's mine, isn't it, Y/N? The fuck you've been craving from me?"

"Yes~ so good, so…fucking good mmm," you blissfully reply.

He pins you to the mattress and fucks you shamelessly, driving his cock into your cervix as he encourages you to cream around him. He smiles at you maliciously and snaps his hips up in relentless yet powerful thrusts. They shake the bed, causing a definite rhythm as you squeeze your legs around him, tensing your whole body before creaming on his thick cock.

His eyes widen and he staggers, a thick load of cum coating your cunt. Taehyung pants into a cheeky smile. He brings his palms to your face and holds you, planting a few chaste kisses on your lips before leaning back and sighing.

He spots half of your emerald lingerie on the floor and reaches to pick it up while still inside you. With careful hands, he folds them and places them to the side.

You cringe a bit when he pulls out of you, your pussy dripping with his cum.

"Oh–" Taehyung quietly swipes a glob of it from under you. "That's…really sexy," he mumbles.

"It's good," you laugh.

"Let's uhm…hop in together?" You nod your head towards the bathroom.

He complies after a few pouty kisses, carrying you swiftly over to the shower.

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[bayern-moni]

Pair Questions part 1/2 featuring Gin and Aizen

This time no ship intended, but it will be rectified in another post. Enjoy ~

Who steals the covers at night?

Gin. He's a cold blooded creature, literally and metaphorically. His skin always feels too cold not to bury himself in the covers for all the span of that goddamned season. He doesn't care if his claim on the covers leaves his unfortunate bedmate damned to a frosty fate all night, nor does he have problems to brutally kick out of bed whoever tried to make fun of him by putting a cold foot in the vicinity of his own. He is selfish like that and doesn't know remorse. Or maybe, he could feel sorry if that other person were the cute Izuru-chan (but then his most sadistic part would revel in the wait until his too respectful Lieutenant'd overcome his qualms and actually start to fight for the covers) or he could decide to suffer himself the cold and leave the blanket to Rangiku like he did when they lived in that shack as kids, but if that other person happened to be Aizen, then he'd have absolutely no qualms about it. The dark-haired shinigami could and would die of frostbite before Gin actually accepted to give up that pleasurable warmth. After all, the wannabe god is too superior to actually lower himself to start a pillow fight to get it or start listing actual reasons why he had a greater right than his second (stressing that word too much for his taste) to be covered by the blanket, wasn't he?

But ... was he?

Who cooks normally?

Aizen. There'd be a cold day in hell before he let this change. It took him too many years to get his little Lieutenant to understand the difference between 'survival food' and 'actual food' to afford now to have him fall back into his old habits. And the Rei-o knows what he'd do If he decided to purposely mess with the first kind of food to get a good laugh at Aizen's horrified face. Again. How could he forget that time when, during the first days of his training under Aizen's tutelage, Gin decided to thank him for his supposed generosity with a 'sumptuous lunch' (his words)? Go trust that little hellchild. Aizen's stomach wanted to vomit only at the memory of it. When the pest put the plate full of mice and insects, "killed just for the occasion" said proudly the child, in front of him he was torn between the the strong impulse to throw up and the need to examine closely Gin's body language to discern if he sincerely believed that was a satysfing meal or if he just exploited his Rukongai upbringing to make him suffer. Probably the latter.

... And those awful dried persimmons...

When he looked at the genuinely expecting and just a tad mischievous look the kid was giving him, he understood it was a balanced mix of the two. Right then, he decided two things:

Gin would never be allowed to get close to his kitchen again without a real, convincing and absolutely necessary life-or-death reason;

He had to take the problem in his own hands because: first, no way that the future king of the three worlds will ever eat something like that, ever, and, secondly, it was his duty to bring that too scrawny and bony hellion to health.

He could not have his future second in command be weak or die because of the consequences of starvation before he could make himself useful to him. It was a pragmatic matter. Regardless of all the times that moron of Hirako made fun of his attempts because "aren't you too old to play family, Sousuke-kun?" or "did you really adopt the kid, don't you? How 'cute'!". It was just that. But then he continued to encourage Gin's insatiable appetite until he was satisfied with his now not dangerous weight and even found that he really liked cooking for both of them, it was a relaxing hobby for his abused patience. Kaname's recipes and passion for cooking helped, too.

Nickname for each other?

Hellion. Wanna-be-God. Reptilian calamity. Overdramatic narcissist. And so on. Not very difficult saying who's what.

What would they get each other for gift?

Kamishini no Yari's poison A guide on "how to survive your obsessed fangirls and still look cool". A set of dried sweet potatoes to thank him for the time Gin raided his fridge of all its contents and filled it with 12 kilos of hard-boiled eggs. How he managed to put them there without making the fridge explode was beyond him, but still. He'd be sure to make Gin pay for it.

What would they do if the other one was hurt?

It depends. On what, you'd ask. It's quite simple. It depends on who is responsible for the other's wound/hurt. If it were each other, then they'd be perfectly cool with it and not bother too much for it, just plot a gruesome revenge (the other isn't so weak and unproud to make a big deal out of something so trivial like hurt, isn't he? And if they were, it'd mean that they're not worth of the other's attention like they believed). If the culprit were not one of them, though, that person would probably be eviscerated or severally maimed before they could even complete the thought "I did it!". Because only they had the right (and the power) to wound or kill the other. None of them would ever let someone else in the way of this challenge between them.

Who remember things?

Both. They have entire metaphorical archives full of blackmailing material in organized folders against each other, carefully collected for more than 109 years. Aizen-taicho hates boiled eggs, Gin felt betrayed by sweet potatoes, Aizen would never go out without having checked the exact angle of his hair lock at least twice at minute, Gin becomes skittish every time Matsumoto or that bratty Lieutenant of his come in the picture, Aizen secretly fears Hinamori's obsession with him, etc...

They both made a mental note to remember that each of these things could be useful, sooner or later.

Their thoughts on the whole Fangirl and ships topic?

Disturbing. Fascinating and distur - Hinamori! For the umpteenth time, I'm fine and no, I don't need anything. You did a great job and you can go now! - bing.

Who cusses more?

Surprisingly enough, Aizen. Actually, Gin is the one that cusses frequently, steadily and on daily basis, but only for the fun of annoying Izuru's, Aizen's and Kuchiki-taicho's noble sensibility. But when he's in that mood that makes other people cuss, he'll communicate it with icy glares, a sharper edged grin or a overall crueler behavior. On the other hand, Aizen is the one that pledges himself as above things like annoyance, rage and (especially) a "crude language so beneath my godlike status caused by irrelevant emotions like irritation", as Gin decided to put it to make fun of him. But when he's really pissed like when Urahara doesn't take action, ruins his plans or Gin writes obscene kanjis on the board during his calligraphy lessons, he'll lose all control on his legendary composure and start cussing like a sailor. Hopefully, Kyoka Suigetsu prevents people from noticing it.

How often do they fight?

As a serious fight? Once every hundred and nine years, but it's "until death do us part". As just a way to kill time? Very very often, but it's never beyond a good deal of verbal jabs. You could almost consider it as their own fond way of saying hi to each other.

Are there any foods that make their stomach upset?

For Gin, no, there aren't. At least, Aizen has been conducting a research on the topic since the infamous lunch with still no result worth of notice. Ichimaru hates some foods, doesn't like others, but, by now, his stomach's completely anesthetized even to Rangiku's cooking after being subjected to it for so many years. And that's saying something, as far as Aizen is concerned. Not that he meant to imply anything about Matsumoto's cooking abilities, of course. Overall, he'd gulp down anything if needed.

Aizen instead is very picky about his food. He's a perfectionist here, like in every other aspect of his life. There's nothing able to upset his stomach, though. And even if there was, he'd never tell a soul. Ever. Gin had not to be encouraged to do anything stupid against him, no matter what.

Who's the most irritable during an hungover?

Gin. Aizen doesn't drink anything but his beloved tea and the occasional sip of fine wine. But Gin during an hungover is something Aizen wouldn't wish on anyone, not even Yamamoto or the Rei-o. A hissy, horribly-moody, vengeful cat you just woke by stepping on its tail is a cutie puppy in comparison to him. Really, it happened once and Aizen swore Gin should never end up with nothing more alcoholic than a glass of water, never again, for his own sanity's sake. Fortunately, Gin found that if he ate a dried persimmon after the drink he shared with his dear Rangiku, he couldn't get hungover. Still to this day, Aizen wasn't entirely convinced of the scientific accuracy of this theory, but given that it didn't happen anymore, he was willing to give him credit for it.

Have they ever tried to ruin the other's dates?

Life in Soul Society is particularly monotonous. This is a fact everyone agreed with and what's at the core of the matter. So, yes, they did, but only when paperwork became so painstakingly boring that it could be seen as something funny to do. Particularly, Aizen loved calling secret meetings between himself, Kaname and Gin as soon as he knew, because he did know, that Gin was in the middle of an especially good moment during a date with Rangiku (or even during a friendly walk with that Kira) just because Aizen could. On the other hand, Gin loved making fun of Aizen's utterly missing and more-dead-than-Omaeda's love life, despite the fact that half of shinigami and the recruits desired him and the other half either belonged to Byakuya fanclub or were just lying to themselves. So, he did not so much ruin Aizen's dates as he did try to set him up with absurd dates with psychotic and obsessed fangirls and fanboys that always left Aizen baffled at how much he had underestimated people' crazyness. An "I care about your love life, taicho, I try to find a good date for you because we can't have you become an old grumpy overlord with a dog as your only company at night, can we?" my ass. Bratty moron.

[chibinightowl]

Nerds of a Feather...

I’m searching through a WIP folder looking for something and came across this gem that I don’t think I ever posted. Shame on me.

~*~

Tim loves nerdy t-shirts.

From Come to the dork side, we have pi to Save the Earth, the only planet with coffee, his collection runs a wide gambit that displays his interests. There are a few that were received as gifts, which he dutifully wore a few times, but he prefers finding new gems on his own.

He’s scrolling through his tablet one afternoon when he’s supposed to be working when he finds it. Eyes widen in shock and amazement and he almost drops his coffee in shock over how perfect it is.

It’s everything he loves all rolled into one.

Immediately, Tim starts searching to see if the meme is already printed on a t-shirt because if it’s not, he’s going to make one of his own.

Thank god for the Internet. He quickly finds one he likes and orders it.

When it arrives in the mail, he wears it proudly.

No one really seems to get it though, which is a shame. That is, until Jason arrives at his apartment one evening, takeout in one hand and his beat up laptop in the other to ask for some help with a case that has him stumped. Tim gets up from the sofa, dressed in his new shirt and a pair of gym shorts, and follows the other man into the kitchen. It’s his evening off, sue him for going casual.

“Hey, Timmers, I’ve got the usual food bribe for your scrawny ass. I need to pick your brain over…” Jason trails off as he reads the shirt Tim’s wearing. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open in awe. “I want one. Seriously, I don’t care who I have to take out to get it, but I want one.”

Tim smiles crookedly, feeling very pleased over Jason’s reaction. Finally, someone who gets it. He grabs the hem of the shirt, pulling slightly so the words are clearer.

I never received my acceptance letter for Hogwarts, so I’m leaving the Shire to become a Jedi.

“I found it online.”

“Do they come in my size?” There’s a hint of wistfulness in the large man’s voice.

“I’m not sure. But if they don’t, I can always have one made for you.”

“There’s a reason you’re my fuckin’ favorite, Timmy.”

[hithercamealexander]

Secret Santa reveal!

Hey everyone! Merry Christmas!

Some time ago I joined @boku-no-secret-santa’s gift exchange, and it’s time to reveal my gift and my secret santa, so here goes!

I wrote an All Might-centric fic for Agatha (@mydoriya), with some angst and a lot of fluff, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! >.<

There you go, Agatha, so Merry Christmas! :D

P.D. It’s also posted on AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13141350)

Keep smiling...

All Might flinched as he dug his nails into the palms of his hands. He hadn't even noticed that he was doing it until he felt the pain. He looked at the red marks he had left on his skin and sighed. It was the third time today he had caught himself clenching his fists too hard; Recovery Girl would scold him again. 

But he couldn't help it. 

Nighteye's last words echoed in his mind. He could still hear the weakening beeps of the machines that surrounded his old sidekick, the aseptic smell of the hospital, the colour of his eyes fading away...

-All Might, could you photocopy this document for me?

Cementoss' voice brought All Might back to reality. His fellow teacher was staring at him with a worried look in his eyes, holding a folder with 2nd-year students' records. Nobody had yet voiced their concerns, but everybody knew that All Might was not holding on very well after the raid of Overhaul's lair. All the students involved had come back scarred in some way or another, but Midoriya Izuku, Togata Mirio and All Might had taken the worst hit of all. Sure thing, others like Amajiki or Kirishima had only just been discharged from hospital after sustaining pretty serious injuries, but the wounds that those three had received were not of the kind that heals quickly. 

All Might looked at his watch while the photocopying machine wheezed and flashed. 1st-years were now training with Aizawa, while the 3rd-years were in one of Present Mic's loudly educational English lessons. All Might thought about the two talented young men; he thought about the one who had been considered the ideal vessel for his power and about the one who had actually inherited it, and he was surprised when he noticed that, as well as pride, he felt a pang of jealousy. Both of them had suffered just as he had the loss of Nighteye, but while he was still sulking in the shadows, being told off by his colleagues for not paying enough attention to his duties, Midoriya and Togata had resumed their lessons at UA and were proving to Nighteye that they were indeed becoming great heroes. 

How pathetic.

He was All Might, the number one hero, and yet he was nothing but a shadow of what he had been. He looked at his reflection in the computer's black screen and grimaced. He saw his sunken eyes, the bags under his eyelids, and thought of Nana. "A hero must always smile!" 

Smile indeed... Master, what would you think of me if you saw me now? I couldn't even protect Nighteye... Is this the hero that I wanted to become?

The hot summer sun shone down on UA while All Might sighed again.

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Deku had decided that the night heat and the jarring, endless cry of the cicadas were too much for him and that, if he couldn't sleep, he might as well make use of his insomnia, so he got out of the house, careful not to wake up his mother, and went to Dagobah Beach. He usually liked training there, as it made him think of his first encounter with All Might and how he inherited One for All, but that particular morning it was just a painful reminder of his failure to save Nighteye, and his heart filled with those doubts that had been eating him inside ever since All Might passed his power on to him.   

What if All Might has made a mistake? What if Mirio-senpai could have saved Nighteye? Am I... am I really good enough? Will I ever be?

Suddenly, a lean figure in the distance caught his eye. The sun had only just started to rise, so he couldn't quite make out the person's features, but it was certainly a familiar figure.

-All Might!- he yelled, waving his arms, and the figure started and turned around. Indeed, it was All Might, but what was he doing here at this hour? Though, Deku pondered, the same could be said of him.

-Young Midoriya!- All Might looked sincerely startled- What are you doing here?

-I couldn't sleep and I just decided to go for a run. It usually helps me clear my head. What about you, All Might?

Deku glanced at his teacher's face. He had been worried for the number one hero ever since he incident. After all, Nighteye had been All Might's sidekick and one of his closest friends... Not to mention his profecy about All Might's fate. Deku had vowed to twist fate, but after the conclusion of Eri's rescue, could he still keep his word?

All Might scratched his head.

-I guess I couldn't sleep either. It's not easy, these days- his hand went to his left side, to his scar, in an automatic movement that wasn't lost on Izuku- So much has happened, and yet... I yet I am still unable to do anything at all.

-That's not true, All Might!- protested Deku- You're still the Symbol of Peace! The light that guides us! The light that guided Nighteye! That's why he was a hero capable of sacrificing himself for other, like Mirio-senpai! Because you inspire us, because...

Deku stopped talking; he felt that if he continued he would choke on his tears. All Might gave him a sad smile and gently patted him on the head. The pain he felt inside for Nighteye's death and his own failure as a hero lessened when he looked at Midoriya and he sensed his heart well with pride. He was becoming such a great hero, and he didn't even notice...

-All Might- the boy sobbed, in a quieter voice than All Might would have expected- do you... do you ever think that you were wrong? That someone else would have deserved One for All more than me? That I can't be a proper hero?

Deku's shoulders were trembling, and All Might understood how hard it must have been for him to see Nighteye die with his own eyes. He thought of Nana, of how he felt when he saw her chest stop moving, and then looked back down at Deku. A smile crept up to his lips.

-Young Midoriya...- All Might put his arms around the boy's shoulders and pulled him into a warm embrace- Never once.

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They never saw it coming.

In one of his exceedingly less rare days off, All Might had decided to visit the girl that his colleagues had saved from Overhaul’s lair. He hadn’t actually gotten a chance to properly talk to her yet, but after everything that had happened, he couldn’t not do it. He also knew that her quirk was unstable and dangerous and that she was the one most afraid of her own power, but All Might considered that the most important reason to speak with her. She needed to know that she wasn’t alone.

He stopped and leaned against a lamppost.

That’s a good job you’re going to do there, you socially awkward failure.

As All Might he could take on the world, but as Yagi Toshinori… Ever since he had accepted that his “true form” was going to be his definitive one, he found himself ever more self-conscious. He wanted to believe that he could still actually inspire people, but the reveal of his secret to the world after his fight with All for One and the widespread discussion on whether he was a fraud or not that had spread like wildfire in the media had been slowly eroding his confidence. At least he still had Young Midoriya's admiration and, if he could get Young Eri to trust him, just a little bit, maybe he could feel that there still was in him some of the he hero he had once been.

So he walked towards Hosu's general hospital with a small box of mochis in his hand, hoping they would cheer up the young girl, when an earth-shattering explosion shook the ground. 

Nearly losing his balance, All Might managed to grab a lamppost and steady himself, and when he looked up for the source of the explosion, he saw in horror that the hospital was up in flames. Black smoke swivelled up into the sky, and even from the distance he could hear the crackling of the flames and the victims' cries of distress. He was suddenly paralised. He body refused to move.

What can you do? Nothing.

Who can you help? No one.

Remember Nana. Remember Nighteye. 

You're useless. You're a fraud. 

Give up.

Give.

Up.

All for One's voice echoed in his head. He clutched his left side, panting heavily. His scar burned, throbbed, making his flesh shudder. He tried to shut the voice out, to make it stop, but it wouldn't. A part of him wanted to listen to him, but then again...

Eri.

Eri was in the hospital.

Eri was the target.

All Might sprang forward, his muscles moving on his own. The mochi box dropped to the pavement, its contents spilling, but he couldn't care less. Only one thought filled his mind.

He had to save Eri.

Every great hero has that moment where his body just moves on its own to do what is right. You can become a hero, Toshi. Smile!

He was nearly out of breath when we reached the blazing building, yet he never slowed down. He could see that some heroes, those around the area, had already come in aid of the victims. Some of them had scratches, some bruises, but nobody seemed to have been severely wounded. However, it seemed that there were still people inside the hospital, judging by those who were escaping the burning inferno inside, coughing and heaving. But no matter where he looked, he couldn't see Eri. His heart rushed. Would he actually lose two people in the same place with such a short time difference? No. No, he wouldn't. He was All Might. He was the Symbol of Peace. 

He would succeed.

People gasped when they noticed the scrawny, dishevelled man jumping into the flames, but none of the heroes had time to react and stop him.

The burning heat was the first thing to hit All Might right in the face, as he felt his lungs bursting with fire. He held his breath, hoping to be quick enough not to end up roasted, and moved forward. A few people ran past him towards the exit, looking at him as if he were a madman (he was, in a way, wasn't he? he thought), and as they passed by his side he caught wind of something of a villain or two villains, and of a fire quirk, or an explosion one, he couldn't be sure amidst that chaos. What was clear was that it wasn't going to be easy. 

 The explosion caught Eri in an uncomfortable light sleep, turning and twisting in her bed, but as soon as the quake hit she leapt up. She knew something was amiss. And, somehow, she knew it was her fault.

Years of living with Overhaul had taught her that everything bad that happened was always her fault.

She held on tight to her bed sheets, remembering how those two boys had risked their lives for her. The blond one. The green-haired one. Her heroes. Would they come to save her once more?

She hadn't got the chance to thank them properly. Maybe she never would. Maybe that was for the better. 

She could hear people screaming and running outside her room, but the door was tightly locked and she couldn't get to the other side. Through her window, all she could see was mayhem. Then a thump at her door. She started, trembling. Was her father back for her? Would Overhaul punish her very harshly? Her hands shook. 

Another thump, this time stronger.

Then the door flew open, hinges hanging loose.

Two men came in. Eri didn't recognise them, but she knew that they weren't good news.

One of them was sturdily built, with more bulging muscles than a normal body should have, while the other was lean, with light hair and tired eyes. They looked around the room as if there were nothing out of the ordinary in their actions and grinned widely when they spotted the trembling child in a corner of her bed.

-Well, well, well, who do we have here. If it isn't the little lady.

The lean man's voice was melodious and could even have been described as pleasant, were it not for his obviously disdainful tone and the hint of madness that one could detect in his countenance. The big man just grunted.

-Just take her, Setsuno, I don't want another fucking hero squad chasing our asses.

-Language, Nakatani, there are children present- Setsuno Toya mocked his companion - We don't want the young miss to turn us to dust like she did with her real dad, do we?

Eri looked down, trying to hold back the tears. She was a monster. Maybe she was better off in a laboratory, as she had been her whole life.

-You're gonna come with us, kid- Setsuno said, extending his hand towards Eri- and you don’t get to choose. We'll get you and Overhaul and everything will be back to normal. The Eight Precepts of Death will be revived once more and Overhaul will see to it that we're never defeated again.- His eyes shone, insanity within them.

Maybe she was better off dea-

-EVERYTHING'S FINE NOW!

All three people turned, dumbstruck at the sudden intromission, but all Setsuno found was an enormous fist that connected with his jaw and sent him flying to the other side of the room. His companion, Nakatani, blinked and, without even noticing, took a step backwards, as it was no one other than All Might in front of him. Compared to the bulk of the number one hero, even his musculature paled. 

Eri was gaping in awe. Having lived cloistered within the prison that Overhaul had built for her, Eri knew nothing of All Might or of his heroic deeds, so she hadn't the faintest idea of who this enormous, blond man who had barged in and knocked out her torturers was, but then he smiled at her and she felt something move in her heart.

-EVERYTHING'S FINE NOW!- he repeated- WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE!

-Fuck!- Nakatani threw a punch at All Might, turning everything in his way to ash, but All Might saw it coming miles ahead and ducked in time. He knew that he had barely a few punches in himself and that he could only keep his muscle form for an incredibly short amount of time, and that even only after mustering every single ounce of force he had in himself, but it had to be enough to save Young Eri. In a smooth movement he adjusted his feet, immobilised with ease the villain's scorching arm, and smashed his head into the floor. He heard something crack, probably bone in addition to the floor tiles, and he jumped away as Setsuno thrust a broken glass shard towards him with his quirk. The sharp edge razed him and blood trickled down his sleeve. All Might hissed and lunged towards Setsuno, who avoided a near-fatal blow only because All Might flinched, his body unable to keep going much longer. The villain thought quickly, he needed another strategy, he couldn't believe Nakatani had been taken out so fast, fuck, how come All Might was back, wasn't he fucking retired? Fuck, this wasn't in his plans, he couldn't face All Might, he didn't have any weak points, fuck, fuck, fu-

Then Eri caught his eye.

The girl. Go for the girl.

All Might was still reeling from the ache in his limbs when we understood what Setsuno intended to do, and he jump just in time to stop all the projectiles from crashing into Eri.

He held the girl in his arms, feeling her small, trembling body, and even though the pain of his wounds was nigh unbearable, he looked at her, and when he saw her face flooded by tears but with a sparkle of hope in her eyes, he did what he always did, what Nana taught him to do, what Nighteye wanted him to do.

He smiled.

-Don't worry, young lady. Everything is fine, I'm here now.

Without letting Eri go, All Might stood up, shards of glass falling from his back and arms, and gathering the little strength that he had left, he strode to where Setsuno stood, trying to put together one last attack, and punched him with all the fury of his soul.

-CALIFORNIA SMASH!!!

 When Eri opened her eyes again, the bulging muscles had gone, and in their stead stood a skinny, dusty and bleeding man. Her brain tried to understand what had happened, but then he looked at her and smiled again, and she felt the same thing she had felt when she had seen him appear through her room's door. The same thing she felt when she first met Deku and when Mirio had given her his cape. 

She felt hope.

She hugged All Might with her short, little arms and buried her face in his chest, and for the first time in months, despite the numbing pain of his wounds, All Might felt at peace.

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-All Might Power Cookies? For All Might?

Todoroki gave Deku a skeptical look.

-Well, yes! I mean, they are the best ones! They are produced with a special grain from Hokkaido which is extremely beneficious for muscle implementation and which also helps with blood circulation, not to speak of the delicious flavour of...

-Yeah man, we get it, we get it!- Kirishima tapped Deku on the shoulder. The whole class knew of Deku's habits of muttering endlessly about subjects that thrilled him (mainly All Might, of course).

The attack on the hospital and All Might's unexpected intervention had caught everybody by surprise, and as soon as they learnt that the villains responsible for the fire were in custody and All Might was in hospital with some wounds, they raced there to see their teacher. Deku was especially worried, since All Might hadn't answered any of his texts ever since and he didn't know the extent of the damage. Mirio had told him, in confidence, that the perpetrators had been some of Overhaul's minions, trying to kidnap Eri for some kind of mad scheme of bringing back the Eight Precepts of Death. Where had All Might found the strength to fight the people who helped kill Nighteye was something that Deku had no idea, but he was concerned about how it must have affected his teacher. 

The students of 1-A reached All Might's room and lightly knocked on the door. All Might was sitting up on his bed, talking to Midnight, who had come visiting, and his eyes lighted up when he saw his students flooding in through the door.

-Oh, well- All Might blushed slightly, and Deku and Ochaco looked at each other and giggled- This a very pleasant surprise!

-We couldn't NOT come, All Might!- Iida felt obliged, as usual, to give a few introductory remarks, moving his hands in an extravagant motion- As students of UA's Hero Course and future pro-heroes, it is our duty to look after our fellow heroes and mentors!

-Well said, Iida!- whooped Kaminari- That's our Class Rep! 

All Might smiled, covered in bandages as he was. Deku responded with a shaky smile. All Might seemed well enough, but what did really lie behind the eternal smile of the ex-number one hero? 

-How are you doing, All Might-sensei?- asked Yaoyorozu with her soothing voice.

-I have been better- All Might laughed off his students' worries. He wished that he could still freely use this muscle form to comfort them, but he would just have to do his best as he was. 

-Were you able to fight like that?- Todoroki seemed somewhere between worried and suspicious. All Might wished he knew what was going through the young man’s mind; after all, he was Endeavour’s son, who had risen to the number one position after All Might’s retirement. He had no idea what Todoroki thought of him before, but know, being the weak shadow of what he had been, he feared he had lost the young man’s respect.

-Not like this, no- he answered, pointing at himself- I managed to get all muscle-y for a while and that was more than enough.

Then, to his amazement, all the kids looked at him with glittery eyes, brimming with excitement.

-That’s All Might for you!!- exclaimed Kirishima, lifting his fist- That is so cool!

-He was the number one hero, after all- slipped in Mina. Iida nodded very energetically.

-No less will be expected of us as pro heroes, everyone, so no slackening! Let All Might’s example inspire you all, understood?- he said.

-Oh, come on, Iida- Sero jumped on the class rep, taking him by the shoulders in a friendly gesture- You can't expect us all to be like All Might! That's aiming too high!

-Yeah, exactly!- protested Mina- All Might is the Symbol of Peace! We're more like... the Symbol of Brave-but-dumbness, or something like that.

The class burst out laughing with Mina's joke, but All Might couldn't help but wonder at the students' behaviour. Did they actually still look up to him? Did they still... admire him?

Suddenly, he noticed a slight nudge to his bandaged hand, and when he looked up his eyes met with Deku's.

-I'm so glad that you're all right, All Might- the boy was smiling, a smile that reached his eyes and that filled All Might with warmth- You're incredible, you really are...

-Young Midoriya...- All Might started to say, but then Midnight interrupted his thoughts.

-It seems you have a visitor, my dear- All Might and the rest of the children turned towards the door, that Midnight had opened to reveal two figures, one of them a tall, scruffy man in black and the other one a tiny white-haired bundle of nerves.

-Yo- Aizawa greeted the class and gently nudged Eri forward. The inquisitive gazes of all who didn’t know her yet (that is, everyone apart from those involved in the raid of Overhaul’s lair) fell on the young girl, who shrank in fear of all those strangers, but, suddenly spotting out Deku in the midst of the crowd, she regained a bit of self-confidence and, after inhaling deeply, strode forward. She stopped in front of Deku, who wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing there, but whatever it was he nodded in approval. Meanwhile, Aizawa kept his eyes fixed on Eri; he didn’t want to risk any possible catastrophe that the girl’s uncontrolled power might unchain, but she had pleaded so much to be able to visit All Might that he had finally given in.

Eri finally got to All Might’s side with her eyes stuck to the ground. All Might wasn’t sure whether the girl was scared, angry or what was it that she was feeling, and he felt completely at a loss for words. He opened his mouth to say something, but then Eri just leapt up into the bed and hugged him tightly. All Might was stunned, unable to move for a second, when he started feeling the girl’s warm tears soaking his shoulder.

-Thank you. Thank you- she whispered to his ear- You’re an amazing hero.

All Might held her tightly and not caring that his students were present, he let his tears flow freely for the first time in a very long time.

 A few hours later, after sharing cookies and tea with Eri, Midnight and Aizawa, all the students of 1-A left for home, except Deku. He excused himself to Iida and Ochaco, telling them to go ahead without him, and stayed behind to speak to his teacher. It had been a long day for All Might, but he had held on quite stoically.

-All Might- his teacher looked at him, his usual warm smile on his lips- Thank you for saving Eri. It must have been quite demanding, given your situation…- Deku couldn’t help but fumble on his words; his mind worked faster than his mouth and he just hoped that he was making sense- The thing is, I just wanted to know that… that I’m very proud that you chose me. Even though I have many doubts, and a lot of the time I feel I’m not up to the part, but seeing what you did there… how you risked everything for what you thought you had to do...- Deku looked up, and the intensity of his gaze impressed All Might- I will become a great hero. A hero that you, that Togata-senpai and that Sir Nighteye can be proud of! I promise you I will fight to create that future!

All Might fell silent for a moment, pondering the young man’s words, and then, looking into his eyes, he smiled once more.

-Really, Young Midoriya… You have already created that future. You already are a hero.

The afternoon light of the sun dwindled as two stars, a rising one and a falling one, continued to burn bright.

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