#that it's funny that the teens dodged that bullet

[horsegirlhob]

Fantasy High is great because none of the 6 main teens are romantically involved with each other but you’d need a full conspiracy board to properly explain whatever the fuck is going on with their parents. 

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Let’s accept I have a problem shall we?

1-Bones Imagine Dragons

“Is this fucking entertaining?!” Izuku can’t help the shout as he stares at Bakugou on stage, the muzzle on his face. He won’t lie, a part of him is spitefully amused seeing his former bully looking like that. The rest of him is angry. Bitter. Disgusted.

“I think it’s pretty funny,” Tomura snort, grinning at the display on the screen.

“Isn’t this what we want to change?” Izuku demands. Tomura rolls his eyes, shrugging carelessly. Izuku grits his teeth, nails biting into his skin as he makes fists.

He’d made a horrible mistake, hadn’t he?

2-Senorita Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello

She shouldn’t be doing this. She should be running away right now, should be grabbing her phone to call the police.

Instead she’s got her arms wrapped around the broad shoulders of a villain who is busy kissing her like there’s nothing else he could ever want to do.

Izumi gasps, pulling back as she pants, wincing at the taste of blood in her mouth. He’d nicked her tongue.

“Sorry,” Todoroki Shouto, the villain known as Frostbiter said. He grinned, his tongue flicking out to show it’s piercing. “Changed it out,” he went back to kissing her and Izumi lost herself. “Oh sweetheart,” Shouto whispered in her ear, hands grabbing her hips. “You’re so good for me.”

Izumi shouldn’t be doing this.

But she couldn’t stop.

3-Toxic Britney Spears

“-and another murder has been discovered today-”

“-this is the third prohero in the last two weeks to die-”

“Look, all I’m saying is we should be looking into people with analyst quirks-”

The news blasted from all directions as Izumi walked down the street, clutching her bag in her arms. She kept her eyes down, not wanting to look up at anyone. Her shoulders lifted as more news came from a random persons phone, saying the recent death was part of class B from UA, a pro-hero named Battlefist.

Izumi scurried away, heading to her apartment. Opening the door, she froze.

“Hello Izumi,” Tomura said, looking up from his video game. Izumi stared at him, before she dropped her bag on the ground, kicking her shoes off. She threw herself at Tomura, who snorted, but caught her, enjoying the firm kiss she pressed to his mouth.

“Was it bloody?” she begged.

“Only the bloodiest,” he said. “All according to your plans,” he lifted the notebook she’d given him that day, with her sparkling eyes, eager to know what he would do.

4- Hayloft II Mother Mother

BANG.

Tenya barely has a second to realize what’s going on before Stain dives away from a bullet. Standing at the end of the alley is the green haired figure of Green Knight, the TA for his class. Tenya stared at the other teen in surprise before he shoots another bullet. Stain dodges again, cursing.

“You, Green Knight- you FAKE-” the villain says but Green Knight doesn't stop. Stain’s fast enough to dodge bullets, and Tenya has to know how he learned that, but Green Knight gives no rest, moving forward slowly and surely. Stain lunges while dodging, aiming to cut the hero, but it seems that was his plan all along, as the Green Knight lifted his gun to press it right against the villain’s head.

BANG.

Tenya stared in horror at the body as Native coughed from where he was. Green Knight turned his head towards them, eyes calculating.

“Well Iida, it seems you may be getting special lessons soon.”

(I have to include this: imagine Stain running right at Izuki who steps aside at the last second. The camera slows as Izuku lifts the gun, Stain looking at Izuku in shock before he pulls the trigger. That was what was going through my mind)

5- Mine, Bazzi

“What?” Izuku asked, looking up from where he’d been writing in his notebook, babbling a mile a way as Rody watched.

“You’re beautiful,” Rody told him. Izuku flushed, glancing away before looking up with a smile.

“So are you,” Izuku told him. Rody shrugged, grabbing his coffee to sip it.

“Not as much as you.”

“Rody, stop distracting me!” Izuku laughed. “I need to get this ready for my students.”

“Ah you just reminded me of my teacher-”

“RODY!” Izuku shouted, but he was smiling, so Rody won.

6- Shivers Ed Sheeran

Izuku’s Quirk isn’t something he likes thinking about. Or well he does. It’s a useful Quirk! Izuku likes his Quirk!

He just also doesn’t like using it because of the connentations. A kissing Quirk is all good, but when the kiss has to be on the mouth?

It gets side eyes. Izuku remembers discovering it, kissing his aunt on the cheek but she was turning her head when their lips connected. Suddenly being able to tell what your Quirk was, what it did, and what you could use it for.

He loved it. At first.

It kind of stopped being something cool when he was told he just wanted to kiss people. When he got called pervert. Even actual proof of his Quirk did nothing to quiet the rumours. So when people forcefully kissed him to make him write it down, no one would believe him. Even his own mother didn’t- not really.

Izuku didn’t like thinking about his Quirk. It wasn’t a bad one.

If only he didn’t need lip contact.

“Wait, we have to kiss for it to work?” Shinsou Hitoshi flushed, touching his lips. Izuku felt his face flush. The handsome purple haired teen didn’t seem upset…

Maybe it wasn’t that bad of a thing then… sometimes.

(He still wished it didn’t though.)

7- Feeling Good Micheal Buble

No one understood it. Not really.

Oh sure, she was the doll of Tomura. A little pet he kept around. The Quirkless girl with the big boobs who was always with him. Izumi knew exactly what they thought of her. She didn’t mind it. But no one understood it.

Even Dabi barely gave her a glance, though that was the mommy issues he had mixed with the sexism his father tipped down his throat. He didn’t understand the power she had.

Toga didn’t, but then Toga was to in love with blood to care.

Twice just didn’t notice.

Mr. Compress was oblivious, Spinner had a one track mind…

No one understood it.

Izumi smiled, looking at her notebook as she wrote down a list of targets. Tomura had been ‘accidentally’ reading over her shoulder the first time he used her list. A list of people who hurt her. A therapy tactic to write it down and burn it she learned after the death of her mother.

It made her feel better knowing they were dead.

8- The Other Side, The Greatest Showman

“Don’t you want him dead?” the villain asked. Tenya took a step back, eyes locked on the other teen. Midoriya Izuku, or Mastermind, smiled with all his teeth.

“I don’t know what-” Tenya began, but Midoriya cut him off.

“Stain. Don’t you want him dead?” the question made Tenya pause. “I can make it happen if you want.”

“No,” Tenya shook his head. He… no, after being denied internships after the murder of classmates they made him go to therapy. He would not-

“I liked your brother,” Midoriya said. “He was a good hero. What Stain did, was horrific. I don’t hold with that way of thinking. Stain is scum, and he should be put down like the animal he is.” He offered his hand. “Don’t you agree?”

Tenya looked at the hand, and back up, his heart pounding in his ears.

9- Believer, Imagine Dragons.

Izuku smirked, looking at the crowd of people who had all gathered around to hear him. He ran a hand through his short hair.

“So, to finish my sad story, Bakugou here told me to kill myself.” Izuku gestured at the blonde tied to the chair, who’d been to busy staring in horror at the green haired teenager to speak. “And then, All Might, said I should be more realistic about my goal,” Izuku motioned to the other blonde tied to a chair, though a nicer one.

“Young Midoriya-” All Might, in his skinny form, tried.

“And my mom,” Izuku laughed darkly. “She’s been deadnaming me since I came out, only at home though. Has to give forth the image of a perfect mother right? So when she texts me that my husband has been chosen and he’s eager to meet his wife… what choices do I have?” Izuku laughed, harsh and loud.

“And wasn’t Bakugou right? I got a Quirk in the next life.”

10- Sway with Me, Saweetie, GALAXARA

Izumi had a concert to do, one that all of 1A went to. Partly because PR, having Iuzmi’s class support her, partly because they wanted to do it. None of them were ready though for it.

A ballet designed to tell the story of the final battle between Materhorn and Lady Nebula was not what they expected, but watching the story of a battle between here and villain was entrancing.

Shouto could barley look away, watching her dance. She played Lady Nebula, the villain bent on world domination. She was beautiful, dancing around the stage, her moves powerful.

He couldn’t look away.

[italeean]

(Un)welcomed intruder

Hiiii how are you all doing? Today it's the birthday of @mai-mei and @wertzunge and I decided to make a little something ^_^✨️ I hope you had an amazing birthday and that you'll enjoy our gift, Mei 💚🤍❤️

Dazai sighed as he opened the door to his apartment, not even bothering to put out his key, who needed locked doors anyways. "Ahh maybe a burglar had sneaked in, that would be exciting," he mumbled as he slipped out of his shoes and walked further into the dark room. The brunette was welcomed by silence when he heard a sudden sound behind him.

He barely had time to dodge a kick that was coming for him from behind, and when he turned around, he found a fuming redhead glaring at him. "HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?!! YOU'RE A MAFIA AND YOU LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN?!! IF I WERE ORDERED TO GET RID OF YOU, YOU WOULD'VE BEEN KILLED A THOUSAND TIMES ALREADY!!!" Chuuya yelled before letting out a long string of cursing, so long and with so many colorful words that even the rudest and worst-mannered man on Earth would've been impressed. Dazai could see the smoke coming from his ears... that guy really had every intention of killing him (or at least give him the beating of a lifetime).

Dazai just grinned at the smaller teen, easily evading the kick that was aimed at him. He was already used to his short temper and his "nice" way of showing his... well let's call it affection for other's, it only made him more adorable and easier to tease. "Chuuuuya~ It's also nice to see you too~" He walked over to him and petted his shoulder a few times as he continued to speak. "Ahh yiu know, it really makes me happy that you care so much about me... you love me after all... *sigh* It's a shame you wouldn't kill try killing me though," he said the last part more to himself, ignoring the daggers that were starred at him.

"IF YOU KEEP TESTING MY PATIENCE, I'LL CONSIDER KILLING YOU FOR REAL!!!" The 15-year-old yelled as he touched a book and sent it flying towards his frie- I mean, mafia partner. "AND SERIOUSLY, HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SUCH A DUMBASS THAT THEY LEAVE THE DOOR OF THEIR OWN HOUSE OPEN?!!" He kept yelling in a fit of rage and threw three more books at his business partner, "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE WORKING AT?! A FUCKING FLOWER SHOP?!!"

"You would? You really would?!" Dazai asked with sparkling eyes, skillfully moving from left to right as his "bullets" missed its target by mere centimetres, giggling playfully. That kid really needed to relax some more - a teen shouldn't act like this nor have these thoughts. "Well, I now have a partner who will look after me, besides..." he was suddenly behind him "...you should worry about yourself more Chuuya. Looking after your friends is great and all but being angry doesn't help anyone. Hehe why don’t you try smiling for me~" he teased and squeezed his lower sides, hoping to get a reaction from him.

The frustration that the redhead was feeling from not being able to hit Dazai even once was suddenly replaced with another kind of sensation. "HAAAAHH?!! WHAT THE- hehe... WHAT THE FUhuhUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Chuuya eventually managed to suppress his laughter and with a huge jump, helped by his zero gravity ability, he landed on the other side of the room, although he was still busy rubbing his sides with vigor in the spots where Dazai had touched him, trying to get rid of the tingly feeling.

He knew it. Dazai knew it... as if a kid like him wasn't sensitive. That would be funny and exciting enough to kill some time and maybe even bond with the little gremlin. Chuuya rarely showed so many emotional outbursts with anyone but him which told him that he really felt comfortable around him or (which was more likely) that he just found him annoying. Now there was only one way to find out, right. He wiggled his hands at him as he tried to approach him again. "Ohh... don't tell me you're actually ticklish Chuuya~ ...Heeey, don't look at me like that. YOU still haven't laugh yet, act a bit more your age and let me tickle~" he said, walking closer.

For the first time in forever, the shorter guy found himself backing off from someone... and that someone was one of the people he lov- I mean, loathed, the most. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!" He yelled while sending more and more objects flying in his direction, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR REAL, I MEAN IT!!!" He shouted, but a keen ear could've heard an unusual shake in his loud voice, and an observant eye could've realized that the corner of his lips where slightly, almost unnoticeably, turned upwards.

Dazai's smile only grew wider. He wasn’t stupid after all and already knew his dear partner's quirks, all of them. "Do you plan to demolish the entire room- woHa that almost got me." He ducked as a vase flew over his head, breaking into dozen pieces when it hit the wall behind him. He looked at it and back at the other who had already grabbed the next item to through at him. "I really liked that one *sigh* You truely are a bad kid, trying to "kill" me in my own house... and you know what happens with bad kids, right?" Dazai asked, using the moment of confusion to take a few steps closer to his target. "They're taught a lesson~"

"I'M GONNA DEMOLISH MORE THAN THIS ROOM IF YOU DON'T CUT THIS CRAP!!!" Chuuya yelled, still throwing anything he could put his hands on towards the brunette. "AND I'M NOT A KID!! I COULD KILL YOU EVEN RIGHT NOW IF I REALLY WANTED TO" If he hadn't been so focused on yelling at top of his lungs, he would've probably noticed that his partner was slowly cornering him...

"Then why are you acting like one~ Chuuya-kyun," Dazai giggled as he finally reached the little screamer. "You're saying all this but in the end... you won't do it~ Hehe and uuuup we go~" he teased, easily lifting him over his shoulder, ignoring his curses and hits as he carried him to the couch.

"I'M ACTING LIKE A WHA- AAAHH WHAT THE HELL?!! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!!" Chuuya yelled and let out the longest stream of curses Dazai had ever heard. He also tried to hit the taller guy's back, but to no avail. He didn't budge, as if he wasn't even feeling the strong punches he was receiving. As a last resort, he tried to use his ability, but he realized that Dazai was already using his own on him, that bastard...

Chuuya squirmed, Chuuya cursed, Chuuya kicked and slapped, but in the end not even his ability could save him from what was about to happen. Dazai - having reached his destination - threw him on the soft cushions and immideatily put his feet in an leglock, sitting at the armrest and making himself comfy. "Didn’t you say something about killing me and look where we are now~" he teased, looking down at the angry kid with a smile before his gaze went to his wiggling feet. "Well, at least you had the decency to take off your shoes before breaking into my home, maybe you aren't such a delinquent after all~" he continued, before he slid his fingers slowly over his socked soles, testing the waters.

As much as the shorter guy tried to kick and squirm away, his partner's grip was too strong. He tried to sit up and reach him with his hands, but he couldn't do that either. It was so irritating how smug Dazai was about the whole situation, it made Chuuya want to punch him... well, more than usual. "YEAH, I KNOW HOW TO BE A DECENT GUEST, BUT YOU'RE A SHITTY HO- AAAHH WHAT THE FUCK!?" The sudden tingly feeling made him fall backwards, but he managed to throw a pillow at the brunette and hit him right in the head.

"I am what, Chuuya? I'm a 'shitty' what? You know for some- owww!" he fake-whined, pouting a bit when he heard a faint chuckle from the redhead. Though, Dazai wasn't someone who let that stand without any consequences, not that he had planned to stop anyways, Chuuya really needed to learn how to let go for once and with that he just gave him the oppertunity to do so. "Oho seems like you're up for some real trouble now, Mr. Decent Guest~" the brunette mocked as his hands found their way to his heels, wiggling over it and drawing little circles around it.

The shorter guy looked at his partner with a smug, Cheshire Cat-like smile, happy that he had finally managed to hit him. "I said that you're a shitty host!!! Now you better let me g- ACK! HEHEY CUT IT OUHUHUT!!!" His squirming and struggling intensified again, trying to get out of that predicament. But everything was useless, and judging from Dazai's ominous smirk, he was about to regret hitting him.

His laughter was music to Dazai's ears and even though it was kinda forced, it fit his age so much more. "What's wrong Chuuya, can't deal with a little tickle? I thought you were strong? Was I wrong?" he mocked, making sure the other had heared each and every of his words. He skillfully scrached around the edges and then - out of nowhere - decided to tickle under his toes, not giving him the chance to get used to it. "Awww~ Are those little feet of yours sensitive? Coochie coochie goo~"

"SHUHUHUHUT YOHOHOHOUR STUPIHIHID MOHOUTH AHAHAHAND CUHUT THIHIS CRAHAHAHAHAP!!!" The redhead was still struggling in vain, but when Dazai touched his toes, he let out a scream that not even he knew he was able to make. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHI SAHAHAHAID CUHUHUT. IHIHIT. OHOHOUT!!!" In that moment, his left foot actually managed to get out of the brunette's iron grip! Now he only had to free the other one without him catching his free foot again.

Even Dazai was surprised by his strong reaction and you can trust me that him getting caught off guard for once didn’t happen often. Not wanting to get kicked and too lazy to grab his free leg again, he just slid down and straddled his lower body. "You don't need to scream Little Chuuya, might scaring the neigbors. Not my fault that you're so sensitive, having such a cuuuute weakness." He rubbed his hands together, warming them up a bit. "Let's find out if that was your worst spot or not~" he giggled and wiggled his hands down and over his sides, squeezing and kneading up and down his flanks, continuing his exploration from before.

The shorter guy was genuinely amazed by how strong Dazai was, but he would never EVER tell him, not even indirectly. He usually didn't like being overpowered, but it was almost nice when it was his partner... as much as he hated to admit it, they had developed quite the bond over the time... but that wasn't important in that moment. "YOU ASSHOLE!!! DON'T YOU DAR- EEEEEEHH" He started bucking like a fish as soon as he felt those fingers on his sides. "STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!"

"But you are laughing... so why should I stop when you seem to like it so much," the brunette teased, enjoying this waaay too much. The redhead was bucking like a wild horse but with Dazai sitting on top of him he had no way of getting free (if he really wanted to anyways). "Besides, you broke into my home, so see it as a punishment for being a bad boy, hehe~" he giggled and poked him in-between his ribs, giggling how his body trembled whenever he did.

"IHIHI WOHOULDN'T HAHAHAHAVE GOTTEHEHEHEN IHIHIN IHIHIHIF YOHOHOU WEHEHEHEREHEHEN'T SUHUHUHUCH AHAHA DUHUHUMBAHASS!!! WHOHO LEAHAHAVES THEIHIHIR DOOHOHOR OPEHEHEN THEHEHESE DAHAHAHAYS?!" Chuuya wanted to ask Dazai if he had a death wish, but he probably already knew the answer, which would've angered him even more. And getting even angrier at his colleague wasn't a priority in that moment, he had to focus on freeing himself from that situation. He tried everything, from grabbing his hands to knocking the obnoxious brunette off... he even tried to make him float again, but apparently Dazai was still using his own ability on him. However, after a while, one of Chuuya strategies actually succeeded! He managed to hit his partner in the very middle of his back with his knee, and given the face the taller guy made, he didn't exactly appreciate it...

The brunette found it almost hilarious how the teen still cursed him in almost every sentence he managed to blurt out, no even thinking of admitting defeat. But that's what he liked so much about the other. His unbreakable stamina and conviction. "You really need to learn how to respect your superiors, Chuuya-kyun~ Otherwise you might get in serious trouble~" he lectured, still managing to suppress the other's attempts of escaping. Though, at some point, the redhead still managed somehow to hit him in the back, causing the other to collapse, loosing balance as he fell forward, right on top of him. "...and that's why, yo- aHh, yohu... waHhH!" Dazai couldn't react in time and closed his, ready for the impact, only to taste something soft mere seconds later.

Chuuya was ready for everything... he was ready to counterattack, and he obviously had considered the chance of getting wrecked even more mercilessly in case his idea hadn't worked... but he wasn't absolutely ready for this. "SEHERVES YOU RIHIGHT FOR BEING SUCH A PIECE O- HMPH!" It's all he managed to say before his words got cut off. His eyes shoot open and when he did, they were only inches away from the other's. Brown eyes starring at him with a shocked expression. They remained like this for a few seconds before the brunette got up, touching his lips. "That- That was your own fault... y-you kicked me, so it was bout to happen," he told the other, actually feeling bad now for probably stealing his first one.

"Well... IT WAS CLEARLY YOUR FAULT FOR NOT BEING EVEN ABLE TO KEEP YOUR FUCKING BALANCE!!!" Chuuya yelled, his face even redder than his hair... but at the same time, he wasn't pushing Dazai off even if he had the chance now... it seemed like he wanted that little moment to last just a while longer, and not long enough to let his partner connect the dots.

Dazai held his heart theatrical as three imaginary stones hit his head. Seems like Chuuya was fine after all. "Ahh! Your're so mean Chuuya~" he fake-whined, before grinning again. "Hehe and yet you care so much about me~ Going so far as to check if my door is locked and even let me tickle you~" he teased, knowing he had the youngster cornered. "Besides, wouldn't you feel lonely if boss would kick me out Chuuya-kyun~"

"If you were kicked out, I'd get a partner who doesn't leave his GODDAMN DOOR OPEN!!!" The redhead huffed, "Do you have a death wish?!" He asked in a fit of rage, not thinking that he served Dazai the perfect joke.

Dazai pouted at that, squeezing the cocky brat's sides one more time. "I could ask the same about you~ Do you really want another round?" he teased, only to get up, leaving him on the couch. The kid had enough tickle... at least for today.  "Just kidding~ You wanna go out for lunch, my treat of course~" he suggested.

Chuuya was already ready to punch the taller guy, but he relaxed a little when going out for lunch was mentioned, without letting his guard down completely of course. However, a stream of thoughts invaded his mind. Dazai wanted to go out to eat something with him... alone... after what had just happened. Was he going to confess? What did he actually think of the moment they had just shared? Was it even relevant for him? Or was it just a stupid accident? Those inner doubts kept the redhead quiet for a couple of minutes before he managed to stutter the dumbest question in the universe, at least according to him. "W-what are we going out as, you idiot..?"

The brunette had watched the other's inner conflict with an amused expression as the minutes ticked by and Dazai couldn't help but giggle when he heard Chuuya's honest question. He had always been quite fond of him and this accident, the feeling of his lips, made clear what these emotions he had felt were about: Love. Grinning with a blush, he grabbed one of his hands and tenderly kissed the back of it. "Does this answer your question~ ...We're going as a pair, just you... and me~" His eyes locked with the other and Dazai knew that this was the start of something truely special.

[muffuletadiver]

I dodged a bullet bc despite the fact I liked all kinds of embarrassing shit as a teen, I never thought those comics/shows/etc. where there are gjinkas of countries were funny

[quinntamsin]

One Piece: Amazon Lily Arc

Kizaru tore through the pirate Captains and their cfews without abandon. SHe watched as the Supernovas did their best to fight the strange giant humans. Light flshed so brightly she had to cover her eyes. A loose growl in her throat as she used her zoan form to leap from her hiding place atop the giant mangrove. Landing on her feet she dodge an oncoming blast of fire as a Marine company sent a volley of bullets her way. Each movement she did required all of her enhanced reflexes, Only when she went sailing over the edge, though, did she truly know fear. --- The Amazon Lily Arc, whoa! WE got this far! Luffy is sent flying after a moment of pure gut- wrenching despair. His body is struck by the power of Kuma's Nikyu Nikyu no Mi and on his way at high speed through the air. After he strikes the ground we find him in the one place perhaps he shouldn't be. Amazon Lily, home to the all-cisfemale (YES I AM INCLUDING OKAMA and NEWKAMA IN THIS ASSESSMENT!) Kuja Tribe. We get to meet Marguerite and her friends as they discover poor Luffy after he stupidly consumes a parasitic mushroom. Bouncing forward and skipping over the anime dick jokes with the Kuja, what is most important here is how Luffy reacts. He wakes up, freaks out and yet as he gets chased he doesn't intentionally try to ruin a bunch of stuff. Instead, he nearly dies and get's saved by Marguerite while her friends, Sweet Pea, and Aphelandra do their best to support her. A few things about the Kuja I like. One yes, some have the pretty curvy designs of the typical One Piece women, but many also have pretty different body types. WE see broad-chested women, short, plump and more. Plus, yes, they all wear bikini's in a pretty blunt manner which is all the better when Luffy ignores everything. I love how Luffy is easily this lovable Ace motherfucker who just wants to make people happy. Now skipping through all the shenanigans Boa Hancock comes in after turning entire Marine Crew to Stone. After Luffy pops into her bath and sees her back she flips out (with good reason). The Snake Princess is shown in parts of this arc as cold and distant. Her looks and her fruit make people love her without any really deeper feeling. They see her as an object, and this makes her painful backstory all the worse. Plus I wanna say that I love her sisters, Sonia is just a fucking darling. And, Marigold is just this awesome fat goddess who can kick serious ass. The scene after they take over Luffy's execution after he defeats their giant panther is, funny and interesting. It sets up the Boa sisters as cold, and brutal. They use their Haki to easily defeat and toy with Luffy. When they move to smash the stone forms of Marguerite, Sweetpea and Aphelandra I was calling for Luffy to destroy them. There is a point to this brutality though, the sisters have been shaped by their society which forbids men, and they were tortured. So just as Luffy first unleashes a mega Conqueror's Haki burst and soundly starts kicking their asses I cheered loudly for him. One Piece is a show I can just watch for Hours and just feel good about. With gusto! I was lost in writing when I saw Sonia knocked toward the sharpened spikes and heard how her mark would be exposed. Seeing Luffy just leap onto Sonia's back even after she eagerly threatened to smash one of her own people was a clincher for why I love him. Wait no, it was him say, yup fuck my freedom, save your people please! Yeah, Luffy has a level of goodness that just makes me feel better. Boa Hancock's Backstory So, I didn't go much into my feelings on the Celestial Dragons, but lets ignore the fact that they are literal caricatures of what rick people really do! SO. All three young girl were captured as cabin girls on their own ship and then branded with the "Dragon's Claw". Let that sink in, these were young teens sold into slavery for some monsters. I swear if these fuckers were wearing crosses and were part of a mega-church or even a republican meeting! Yup, the girls got away after they were experimented on and wow. The amount of trauma they all went through and the fact they can still lead a country is pretty impressive. All of the stories and the coldness they show to their people is kind of explained in their trauma. Honestly, I am so glad they ran with how blunt the story was. Because any other idiot would have turned this into a tragic villain scene. Instead, we got a scene that shows us how a ruler can easily become distant from her own people. If they show weakness they think the people will turn on them. Damn, you think that the kids making a homemade statute would prove the opposite. I think the dissonance I felt as I watch them threaten to smash Marguerite versus revealing their trauma was surreal. It really shows how much emotional distant and masking the three do. All to maintain the false story of the Gorgon Sisters. Preparing For Impel Down After Hancock acquiesce to Luffy's request to save (and yes I realize I'm skipping a plot beat or two) she gets a pretty thorough verbal comment from Granny Nyon. As Luffy prepares to leave Hancock becomes suddenly sick. WE learn that all of Luffy's compassion has given her reason to fall head over heels in love with him. This was a bit of a weird scene, that her cold heart would come to fixate so much she could die outside his presence. The scenes where we see Luffy and her traveling aboard the ship alone was strange. Hancock's lovesickness seems a bit out of left field for me, I would have preferred if it was a little less sudden. Now,  know beforehand she had a thing for Luffy. Hell, I even tried to find a few fanfics that played around the relationship. The problem is I couldn't find any really shorter than 50k words that kept my interest. Please don't blame me that I prefer Nami and Luffy. Please note, I headcanon Luffy as a nonbinary ace hero. Overall This setting does a good job of showing more abilities derived from Haki. The idea that up until now we've barely seen it becomes more realistic as it seems it's not a widely practice gift outside of the New World. Sentamarou was a master of Armament Haki and it appears the Kuja use it as well to empower their attacks. This was a decent continual show of what Haki can achieve and it was a nice way to show how Devil Fruits can be defeated by Haki users. If Luffy didn't have his experience in battle he wouldn't have dodged all those Kuja arrows. If he didn't have Second Gear, he wouldn't have defeated Sonia or Marigold without it really. The increased speed was the only way he really got around Sonia's observation Haki and the increased velocity for his strikes assisted him against Marigold. This is a big change from when we first saw a certain annoying Skypeian using "Mantra" (Satori) against Sanji. Or hell, Shank's in episode one from the get-go. Conclusion This Arc focused on Luffy regaining a sense of hope. Watching him break down in Saobody when everyone disappeared was nerve-wracking. As someone who has felt a sense of despair, I will never reach Luffy's level. The poor kid loses his entire found family and finds out his brother is to die not long after. The actual way they emphasized each disappearance by Kuma by a bubble popping was tightened the anxiety I felt as I watched. Switching suddenly to something a bit more filled with hope was a nice change of pace. I say hope because both Hancock and Luffy brought it to each other. Luffy brought about the physical beating of two Celestial Dragons. Plus saving a friend of his from slavery ups the reality of how much Hancock can show some trust. Hancock, on the other hand, and as she treats her people better gives Luffy stability. It also seemed to give him time to remember his crew wasn't dead. They were all just sent flying everywhere. A pause to recover from watching everyone almost die. Hottakes:

That poor giant boar at the beginning, he deserved better.

The entire scene with Luffy being considered a girl was, so weird for me.

Like I was happy that the girls were like "ah yes another woman", but then the mushroom jokes and body washing. eeeww.

Mageurite deserves a bigger part in a side story, watching her help Luffy was interesting.

Sweatpea was a fucking amazing bean.

Aphelandra really shows how people in One Piece can be super tiny or fucking giants, and NOT BE ACTUAL GIANTS.

Momonga, wtf is up with the naming of this world.

The Mero-Mero no Mi is such a weird fruit, it's a fruit that creates a great sense of attraction and can turn people to stone if they have lewd thoughts.

THE FUCK ODA?!

The snake forms on Sonia and Margold into big titty nagas, shows that furries are well loved in ONe Piece.

I like how they are emphasizing this weird sort of fated pairing of Luffy almost in a folkloric way. He and her have Conqueror's Haki which is pretty damn rare.

Hancock needs a good Polyam ship with Vivi and Nami.

Robin would adore Amazon Lily since it appears to have constant sense of archaeological history.

[oldcoyote]

(same anon from just now ab teen wolf)

man i genuinely love getting all my knowledge of a show from tumblr its so much better genuinely. glee let me down so badly

also there may be a fic w stiles/peter/chris and it has some (presumably) bts gifs at the top which were the inspiration and its.. very good. (Talk to the Potential Kid-Napper - MusicLover19)

also while i was looking for the fic again i discovered i now have more teen wolf than glee fanfics bookmarked which is very funny to me. ive been here since the neaf days (i didnt vote klaine on ur poll mostly bc i got v against blaines characterisation and now cant read klaine fic anymore without cringing but i loved it back then) and thought id read a lot of glee fic! it may be that i read it other places than ao3.. there was one site which was something like scarves and coffee?

ive tangented now but going back round, i think you might have been a contributor to my diversion into teen wolf fic.. i have a fair number of sterek ones bookmarked too. there’s actually a really nice series (depending on squicks/triggers etc) which is called D.N.C.E (i think its like.. desperate need for care & ecstasy?) which is one of the few sterek ones i reread these days

god so many shows have literally set me up to think they were going to finally live up to their potential and then pulled the rug out from under me. Teen Wolf did it really badly, so you dodged a bullet let me tell you

OOH thank you for the rec! i'm almost exclusively sterek these days but i will ~dabble elsewhere when the mood strikes thank u

i tell you what i did not bookmark any glee fic at all on anything long term because i am hopeless?? my AO3 bookmarks are a wall of sterek and then a wall of wangxian lol. i'm sure i read all my glee fic on livejournal, tumblr, and scarves & coffee for sure, not AO3

honestly if i was a contributor to bringing you to teen wolf fanfic then i am satisfied at a job well done, i remember the day i fell in love with sterek and found the fic and holy shit it was better than anything i'd ever read before. there was just so much good shit it was like an abundance of riches coming in after season 2

i don't think i've read that one! i'll have to check it out. honestly if you don't mind AUs and love sterek the best fic i have ever read in the fandom was DILF by twentysomething the build up is so goddamn good. i also reread a great hurt/comfort (i am a WHORE for h/c) fic the other day called Integral to Survival by fuzzytomato so check that out too. or just like dive into all my bookmarks i'm contrawise on AO3 <3

[teenz-stories]

Teen-Z: Forever Young #2: I'm On A Yacht! (Epilogue)

Belze-Bob: nudges Light Did you seen it?! He hahs Good stuff.

Greeny: looks at herself in the mirror confused I absolutely don’t know what happened and why this happened.

Uma then runs to everyone as she smiles.

Uma: That was awesome,guys! Peoples on stream wants to know how Greeny did it!

Wiccy: looks politely Nobody knows. We are dealing with something brand new for few days. She notes something in her notebook

Greeny: growls I told you,no making notes on this party!

Wiccy: This is my personal data. Once my tests will be complete,my notes will be as well over.

Scene changes into Pinky walking to a scene. Greeny looks at her childhood friend.

Greeny: You sure you wanna do this after this what happened today?

Pinky: nods I learned very important lesson today.

Greeny: snarls To not panic?

Pinky: eyerolls Oh,you know me too well,Greeny.

Uma yells through the microphone as Pinky steps to the stage.

Uma: Let’s make some noise for Pinky-Z!

Song „I Don’t Wanna Be Your Ex” starts.

[Pinky]

Seeing you across the hall

I thought

,,Oh my God,he’s just a dream”

Then you went and smiled at me

What a catch

In my diary

You were the one

You’re the name I wrote on each page

You would make me smile everyday

But then oh,well

Why the hell you are in that cafe?

Holding someone else’s hand?

Smiling just the way you smiled at me,boy

I won’t let you break my heart

I don’t wanna be your ex,your ex,your ex

Not gonna reply your text,your text,your text

Go play somewhere else,I ain’t got time for that

I don’t even feel sad

Guess you dodged the bullet,oh

Third day you are knocking on my door

But this pond is empty now

No more fishing sign is up

You don’t give up

Why the hell you are in that cafe?

Holding someone else’s hand?

Smiling just the way you smiled at me,boy

I won’t let you break my heart

I don’t wanna be your ex,your ex,your ex

Not gonna reply your text,your text,your text

Go play somewhere else,I ain’t got time for that

I don’t even feel sad

Guess you dodged the bullet,oh

Maybe I should give you a chance?

Lie into your face

You’ve done it once

You’ll do it twice

So I will never act like you

Uma allows Pinky to let the public to sing along.

Pinky: You know how it goes she laughs

[Crowd]

I don’t wanna be your ex,your ex,your ex

Not gonna reply your text,your text,your text

Go play somewhere else,I ain’t got time for that

I don’t even feel sad

Guess you dodged the bullet

[Pinky and crowd]

I don’t wanna be your ex,your ex,your ex

Not gonna reply your text,your text,your text

Go play somewhere else,I ain’t got time for that

I don’t even feel sad

Guess you dodged the bullet,oh

Song ends as Pinky smiles at everyone who’s standing near the scene.

Pinky: Thank you for coming tonight!

Bully takes the fireworks machine as fireworks explode to the sky. Scene changes into yacht finally swimming back to the Z-Ville’s port. Pinky and crew gets out from it last. Then,Pinky spots unamused Charlie.

Alvin: unamused What do you want? Can’t you see she’s tired?

Charlie: looks at the crew Gee. I seen this show. I seen whole stream.

Greeny: Then why are you mad?

Charlie: looks at Greeny’s changed look I'm talking about this.

Mermaid: Don’t be jealous,Charlie. Maybe you will also get a chance.

As crew leaves leaving Charlie near the ship he stares confused.

Charlie: What?!

Uma: looks at him smirking They meant that either you will also receive it,or you won’t. But. Judging from your behavior. You are far from receiving this. She laughs

Charlie: angry Ha,ha,very funny.

END OF EPISODE 1

[ao3feed-friendsofspiderman]

Things That are Hidden

by Flowdent

In his defense, it was totally not cool of the mugger to shoot at him before he even got his funny opening line in.

Like. He was prepared, right? This balding man had a woman at gunpoint, ordering her to empty her purse. He had swung in, all cool and stuff in Mr. Stark's new suit, ready to come to her rescue.

"Say," was all he managed to get out before the man twisted around, bullets coming his way. It was only due to Peter's Spidey sense that he dodged, flipping into the air.

Then his Spidey sense warned him about the extra bullet, but really, he was already mid-motion, and he couldn't just stop his momentum. That was a lie. He could. He had webs. It was just that he was currently running on two hours of sleep so forgive him if his brain was a little slow.

The bullet hit him in the shoulder like a sledgehammer.

Or: The one where Peter has absolute crippling depression, but a certain team is there to help.

Words: 1480, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man), Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, but he comes along later

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Avengers Team & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Self-Hatred, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Fluff and Angst, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Post-Civil War, Post-Spider-Man: Homecoming, Peter Parker is a Mess, y'all there's so many peter tags and i NEED TO ADD THEM ALL, One Big Happy Family, eventually..., Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, and possibly actual self-harm, no beta we die like men, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47662678

[five-rivers]

Life's Great Lie 7

It was early in the morning when she got the call.  Sixish.  The other numbers on the clock didn’t register to her.   

“Hey,” said Tucker, “guess what government agency I just hacked.”

Sam sat up, all traces of sleep gone.  Her hand curled around the wing of the nearest stuffed bat.  “You found him?”

“Sort of.  Ever hear of SHIELD?”

“No,” said Sam.  “Is it part of the GIW?”  Ever since the Fentons came back without Danny and locked themselves in Fentonworks, that had been her biggest fear.

“I found them through the GIW, but they seem to be partitioned pretty well, along with something called HYDRA…”

“What, like World War Two HYDRA?”

“You know them?”

“They were one of Hitler’s science divisions,” said Sam.  “They…  My great-grandparents were rescued from one of their camps by Captain America.”

Tucker paused.  “Funny you should mention Captain America,” he said, the words almost tumbling over each other.  “Because apparently, he works for SHIELD.  Or with SHIELD?  It’s a little unclear, actually.  I’m not sure he’s getting paid.”

“Focus, Tucker,” said Sam.  “How is Danny involved?”

“He’s been mind controlled by an evil clown.”

“What?  Freakshow?”

“No, this one’s green and Norse god themed.  Loki.  Has a scepter, too, though, which is a weird coincidence.  And he’s from space.”

“An evil green clown from outer space is mind controlling Danny?”  That was… an eclectic bundle of traits, even for them.  Like someone had thrown darts at a board of character concepts.  Or took Freakshow, swapped his palette and made him an alien. 

At least it wasn’t the GIW.

“And making him fight Iron Man and Captain America in…  Germany.  Stuttgart, Germany.  Oh, this is live.”

“You have eyes on him?”  She swung her feet over the side of her bed and reached for her laptop.

“Electronic ones, but yeah.  Gotta love the body cam trend.  I’m sending you the footage on a secure link, but I’ll have to delete it, after.  I don’t want to show up if they investiga—”

Sam, having just clicked on the link, swore.  “He’s human, Tucker.”

“Yep, I know.”

“He’s fighting them as a human.  That means they know who he is.”

“Yeah.”

Clearly, the problem with that wasn’t clicking for him.  “That means they know who we are.”

“Crap,” said Tucker.  “Plan?”

“Not much we can do to help Danny, but…  He didn’t hurt anyone in that fight.  Not seriously.”

“I think Captain America cleared thirty feet on that throw, so…”

“Captain America’s abilities are well documented.  He’ll live.  I think Danny is fighting this, or at least working around it.  We can’t trust SHIELD if they’re associated with the GIW and HYDRA, even a little bit, so…  We need to find out where they keep prisoners, in case they catch Danny, and figure out how to stay away from them.  They’re going to come looking for us eventually.”

There was a tapping sound from the other side of the line.  “Ghost weapons will only get us so far.”

“Yeah,” agreed Sam.  “Secret government agency versus two teens armed with weapons that only hurt dead people.  Three, if Jazz gets back soon.  Not much math there.” 

“Objection.  The Fenton Anti-Creep Stick can hurt a wide variety of people.”

“It’s just a baseball bat with the name Fenton painted on it in phase-proof paint.  Not much good against bullets.”  She knelt on the floor and reached under her bed.  After a moment of groping, she pulled out a thermos.  “I have an idea, but I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“Is it some variation of sneak over to Germany and hit Danny with the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick until he snaps out of it?”

“We don’t even know if that will work,” said Sam.  “It didn’t with Freakshow.”

“We couldn’t even hit him when he was with Freakshow.”

“You think that’s changed?  No.  Even if he can’t go ghost for some reason, he actually knows how to dodge now.  I was thinking about a trip to the museum.”

“You’re right, I don’t like it.”

“It’s the best weapon we have access to, and I trust you.”

“I don’t trust me.  Besides, do you really think that a second mind control scepter is the thing we need right now?”

“We need something.”

Tucker sighed.  “How are we even going to get it?  It’s in a museum.”

“I haven’t been able to empty the thermos since Danny’s parents came back.  It’s almost full.”

“Oh, no,” said Tucker. 

.

Releasing the Box Ghost (among other sundry minor animal and blob ghosts) into the museum caused a predictable amount of chaos, especially when the staff sprinted into back rooms and downstairs to protect the archives.  They still used boxes and crates for that, here.  Rookie move. 

“Come on,” said Sam, making sure her hoodie was on and her blaster was primed.  Tucker, with his PDA and ‘ghost noise’ generator, followed behind.  With all their precautions, they’d hopefully wouldn’t be identifiable on the security cameras. 

Duulaman’s Scarab Scepter sat in the display case in front of them.  She raised her blaster and fired.  The glass broke. 

“Are you sure about this?” asked Tucker, hand hovering in front of him. 

“Yeah, but we can try something else if you’re really worried about it.  You stopped yourself last time.  You controlled it.”

“Yeah,” said Tucker.  He swallowed.  “Okay.  I’ve got this.” 

He picked up the staff, and the museum dissolved in a whirl of sand.  They were standing on top of a dune, pyramids in the distance.  Tucker’s fingers looked bloodless from the stress of his grip. 

“Tucker,” said Sam, cautiously. 

“It’s okay,” said Tucker.  “I can do this.  Just.  Give me a second.”

The sand swirled again, and they were in Tucker’s bedroom.  He dropped the staff with a gasp.  A fine layer of sand drifted to the floor. 

“That was,” he said, “something.  I could.”  He covered his mouth with one hand.  “I could take us to Germany,” he said, voice harsher than usual. 

“We don’t know if Danny is still there,” said Sam. 

“R- Right,” said Tucker.  “I need to—I need to sit down.”

Mrs. Foley’s voice rose from downstairs.  “What agency did you say you worked with again, Mr. Coulson?”

[a-snow-decahedron]

Learn to Dodge

Ok but imagine being Frisk and sucking at dodging bullets

it's 3 am im not apologizing for this.

warning for Frisk cursing a lot, because they deserve it and also because it's really funny to think the only reason they don't have dialogue is because it would change the rating of the game

sans: haven't i done a great job protecting you?

sans: i mean, look at yourself, you haven't died a single time

sans: hey, what's that look supposed to mean? am i wrong?

Frisk: That's such bullshit.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: No you shut up! I died so many times i can't count and you didn't do shit a single time.

sans: you did what-

Frisk: yeah you fucking heard me. I get to swear all i want after that.

sans: *realization hitting him like a brick* look, kid, there's a lot to unpack here. but first, when did u die?

Frisk: Oh now you care, don't you? Pretty much everyone's killed me at least once. I died like 10 times to Undyne alone and you were fucking napping!

sans: *lowkey feeling regret at his words* wait... everyone? even my bro?

Frisk: nah, Papyrus' cool. Still scared the crap out of me the first time he captured me. He's a little lost about humans but he's got the spirit.

sans: the dogi?

Frisk: 3 times

sans: Greater dog?

Frisk: twice

sans: alright, i guess that's valid. but i can't think of anyone else that could do some serious damage kid. seriously, did ya die to some teens? to jerry? to a woshua?

Frisk: Say that last name again and i'm throwing a chair.

sans: oh boy, how much didja die...

Frisk: Sans, look at me in the eyes. I'm opening them wide for you. Look at me, at my armor.

sans: what about it.

Frisk: you know temmie village?

sans: yeah

Frisk: Tem sells this armor for so much money you could pay your tab at Grillby's

sans: did u pick up a fight to get the money. come on kiddo, of course you got hurt doing that.

Frisk: I'm not done yet. So outside the village there's this dark as fuck maze and it's filled with Woshues and Moldbyggs and all. But every time I died, Sans. Every time you let my soul break into little tiny pieces. Temmie sold the armor for cheaper.

sans: how the he...ck would temmie know how many times you died?

sans, to himself: i could visit the village for research, bet they know something i don't

Frisk: Hey bonehead, wanna know how much it cost?

sans: sure, go ahead

Frisk: it started at like 4500 G. I already died a few times beforehand so it was probably more expensive than that. But that fucking maze is worse than my old neighborhood in the surface, man. I died so much the price got to 1400G I think.

sans: holy crap.

Frisk: it was still too much yknow, every time I died I lost my progress so I had to keep saving every penny I got. Anyways, see what I'm wearing? How much do you think it cost?

sans: uh... 500G

Frisk: close enough, 750, it didn't go lower than that. Before you ask: no, I did not die on purpose to find out.

sans: ...

sans: how many HP do humans have?

Frisk: I learnt what HP was like yesterday, I don't think I can tell you. I have 20.

sans: ok yeah that's low. i figured you'd have like 200 at least

Frisk: I know that if I kill people it somehow increases but that's awful so next time I came back to life after dying I was back to before I murdered someone. I chose to do as much as possible to never kill again on purpose or by accident.

sans: wow, kid. you really are, uh, determined.

sans: hold on, so you can travel back in time

Frisk: *shrugs* I guess? Still hurts a fucking lot when it happens after I die. but I think I can try at will.

sans: buddy, let's do something. you can come back to a few minutes on the past right?

Frisk: Yeah

sans: ok, so hear me out. i made a codeword some time ago, so if someone tells it to me i know they're a time traveler. get closer (whisper, whisper)

Frisk: Sans what the fuck.

sans: i hope you come back and tell it to me.

--one loaded SAVE later--

Frisk: hey you told me to tell you this and if it's a fucking joke i'm going feral.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: (whisper, whisper)

sans: who told you this? what a liar. *Frisk's eye twitches* but yeah that's a codeword. come closer, to really gain my trust you need another code (whimsper, whimsper).

Frisk: Oh for fuck's sake.

--Another loaded SAVE file later--

sans: hey, kiddo what's with that look

Frisk: This better be the last fucking codeword or I'm going insane

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: *says the codeword*

sans: oh, so that's what you meant. It kinda explains a lot.

Frisk: Sans listen, I'm so fucking done of doing this. Let's just go eat, ok? Time traveling doesn't help wtih my hunger, and I reaally need to take my time to just explain what just happened because I know you got questions.

sans: *mentally preparing* here we go

-- some eplanations later --

sans: wow, kid. i'm impressed. for one thing i believe you. you knew what i was about to do before i did it.

sans: and, uh, guess i can't really make the past go away for you even if i don't remember that happening but... i'll do better, ok?

Frisk: Can I really trust you?

sans: you said your stats were low, mine are even worse so it's not like i can defend u without dusting myself in the process... but we can practice dodging, until you get better. and that armor's gonna help a lot too.

Frisk: For real?

sans: yeah, i made a promise after all. i gotta do a better job at keeping it.

sans: hey, buddy... you have not told this to anyone right? you haven't told the door lady.

Frisk: No fucking way. She also killed me once, telling her would destroy her. And I think she was trying not to hurt me too but somehow I managed to walk into her flames.

sans: ... why do you trust her?

Frisk: I don't know... it's complicated. She has good intentions. Better than some people on the Surface, anyways.

sans: you are a special kid, you know that? alright buddy, we can keep talking outside. let's take a breath and then do some training. even folks with low HP like us can find a way to survive. howzabout that?

Frisk: I guess... that's alright. Yeah, that can work.

* * *

[lovecinnatwist]

How would you go about writing omega Jason with Alpha Dick?

Man oh man- Omega!Jason with Alpha!Dick is always such a bop.

It depends really! I see so many fics with insecure Jason thinking Dick is too good for him which is nice and definitely in character- but sometimes it makes me crave the other end of the spectrum?

Like a confident, sexy Jason who teases Dick with his scent and body until the alpha wants to implode? I also like the idea of Jason being raised by an Omeganist!Alfred and Omega!Talia to be badass, sassy and sensual. Bras? Suppressants? Painful heats?

Not for Jason Todd!

He embraces his Omega-ninity and it wreaks havoc on Dick's hormones. Dick being a more conservative alpha would definitely find himself overwhelmed but enamored!

Here's something playful with a clumsy Alpha!Dick and confident pack Omega!Jason!

Tiddies Out - JayDick

Tags: Omegaverse, AlphaDick, OmegaJason, Pining, Crack treated Seriously, Lactating, Heat Cycles, Omega Tim, Alpha Bruce, Pup Damian- Just Dick being an obvious pining idiot and Jason enjoying his reactions-

Jason doesn’t mind being an omega. How could he when it’s one of the superior options? While Alpha’s often lost themselves to aggression during rutting season and beta’s scrambled to placate them- Omega’s got to sit back and watch the show.

Being the object of an alpha’s fascination has many perks. First off? The gifts. Lavish offerings make their way to him with little to no effort. Weaponry from Talia, Expensive silks and poisons from Ras, The latest tech from Tim and Bruce. It's an endless parade really. One of the few things that make this more bearable to put up with.

He’s a heavy milker. Always has been.

Maybe it’s from growing up in an abusive household. Perhaps it's in response to being closer to the pack’s pups or hell, maybe his body is just gearing up for the imaginary children it wants to have. Regardless of the reason Jason’s tits are aching.

They seem extra tender tonight. The cold dingy air does little to ease the tension under his armor. He shifts and the way his pads squish under bullet proof chest plates is a pain. He curses and tries to ignore it. Something that’s getting harder as the cotton under his clothing reaches its limit. Tsk- 4 hours his ass. It’s barely been 2 and he’s about to make a mess of his gear.

As annoying as it is. He reluctantly reaches into his kit to get two fresh napkins to change. Other omega’s might be shy to do this in public but Jason has always been more practical about it. Breasts are breasts, no reason to get all crazy about it.

Though it probably didn’t hurt that Jason himself had a nice rack. He knows what the other heroes say about him behind his back. His figure has never been more appreciated than now in his prime. The dip in the pit did wonders at helping him bulk up. Thighs thick, emphasising his trim waist. In the throws of season his ample chest gives him an illusion of an hourglass figure. While some people would say omega’s should be small and dainty, he has yet to meet an alpha or beta who can resist him.

Not to be vain but he is nothing else if not attractive.

He’s got his top half way off when the sound of a near violent thud echoes out in the darkness. The hiss of pain gives away the alpha before his scent can. Jason doesn’t even turn in his direction. Instead he keeps his attention on the sopping pads under the compression shirt. He hisses as the gentle adhesive pulls from his throbbing mamories.

“ You alright over there goldie? “

He gets a groan for an answer. A nicer person would have maybe let the other man know about his current state of undress. Too bad that Jason isn’t exactly known for being ‘nice’. He carefully wraps up one cotton cloth. Once he’s clean and dry, he applies another. It’s quick and easy work. The slight chill does wonders against his flush skin.

The worn form of Nightwing crawls from the side of the building. There’s a pretty good bruise on his cheek Jason is 90% sure that the acrobat had a less than graceful landing. He’s always been weird about nudity. Even back when they mostly had the same parts. He rolls his eyes as the man pointedly tries not to look at him. He can’t help scoffing at the false modesty.

“ Hood. You shouldn’t do this out in the open like this. Anyone could see you. “

Everyone knows Jason is an omega, by extension that means Red Hood. It’s one of the reasons why his territory is so well protected. No one wants to cross an omega. While the fangs in their mouths were now more for scruffing kits, no one had forgotten the days when they were for hunting prey and tearing out throats.

He would flash his at Dick but he’s wearing his helmet and would probably just looks stupid. He manages to get the other pad off. It’s absolutely drenched. His left teet is definitely working harder than the right. The sheer weight of the cotton makes a loud squelch as it hits the little plastic bag at his feet.

He snorts. “ And you know what they’d say N? Best tits in Gotham. “

The alpha’s face is anything but amused. The furrow of his brow and spike in his scent is territorial and aggressive. It’s laughable really considering the fact that between the two of them, Jason is actually the one in charge of protecting the pack. It’s all a part of being the lead omega.

Whether Bruce or Dick want to accept it or not.

“ Stop objectifying yourself like that. “

Jason enjoys the feeling of being clean and dry as he gets the other cotton adhesive on. It’s a welcome sensation. Especially when he straightens his armor and it’s a little less chafing and tight.

“ It’s only objectication if I say I’m only a nice pair of tits Wing. Luckily I’ve got a nice set of thighs too.“

He pays Dick no mind as he stands and packs away his used pads to be thrown away later. He might have to call it an early night at the rate. With the way fall is quickly approaching his heat is just dying to make an appearance. Perhaps he could get away with offering himself to the foster system. With the amount of milk he’s making now it would be better for the pups who need it to benefit instead of it all going to the trash.

“ Hood! “ The sound is a scandalized growl. It’s funny enough that Jason throws his head back and laughs free and clear. With the voice modulator it’s mean and menacing. Amusement bubbles in his chest. He can’t help taking off his helmet so that Dick can take in just how wide his smile is.

“ Sorry Wing. I’m a pretty girl. What can I say? “

Talia is nothing but progressive. While many omega’s in the west suffer from low self esteem. Jason learned his worth quickly. Confidence is beauty. The more one loves themselves, adores them selves and takes time to know themselves the more they blossom. It’s a deep healing that not everyone gets to understand. A privilege for a few chosen omegas. He cocks his head and smiles and see’s the exact moment Dick starts losing his footing in the conversation.

The alpha is tongue tied.

“ That’s not what I mean and you know it Hood. “

Jason shrugs. Once he’s got his stuff away he’s ready to run roofs and actually get some work done.

“ Sorry Goldie. It’s 2021 and haven’t you heard? Red Hood says free the tiddies. “

He doesn’t wait for a response as he makes a running start towards the edge of the building. It’s always such a thrill. He tucks a bit to clear the gap. The moment his legs touch the concrete the sound is silent despite the bulk of his frame. Dick calls after him but he loses the words in the wind. Laughter bubbles up in his throat. He wouldn’t be a prude just because his family wanted to be sexually repressed more than they wanted to be happy.

Dick doesn’t try to catch up with him and Jason finishes the night patrolling with Tim and Stephanie.

He manages to get an entire three hours out of the next set of pads. Instead of changing out in the open he accepts Alfred’s invitation back at the manor for a warm bath and cookies. Tim stares at his chest while Jason gets himself decent.

Tim is a gorgeous omega, with a slender petite frame and porcelain doll-like features. He always seems to get shy in the presence of Jason’s more unconventional curves.

Jason knows what low self esteem looks like. The younger omega wears it no matter how much bravo he tries to exude. Jason brushes against him briefly and lightly. His usual fragrance is marshmellowy from the sweetness of milk that clings to it.

There’s an immediate blush as Tim ducks away. Clearly he’s embarrassed from being caught. Though in reality where is the shame in a little boob appreciation amongst omegas?

“ You know Timmy, you gotta stop wearing bras. Maybe if you show a glimpse of those pretty pink nips Kon would take the hint. “

Tim goes red from his ears to his chest. Jason can practically see the steam coming from his ears. He slaps his hands over his petite breast quick enough to hurt. Jason wants to let him scamper off but instead he presses into his space even more. Long gone is the perfume of pup, now that Tim has come fully into his omega hood. Every day his scent leans more and more towards caramel and sugar.

“ Uhg you’re such a jerk. “

Tim tries to dodge out of his hold but Jason gets him anyway. The omega yelps and Jason ducks him right between each swollen peck. They are red and tender from patrol. He hasn’t put on new pads yet so some milk beads at his nipples. The little shriek Tim lets out is hilarious.

“ You’re going to get milk in my hair! Jason stop- God you suck- “

The omega fights and Jason lets him go before the two actually get into it. It’s light and playful. Well for the most part. Tim gets some milk on his face and the teen honest to God looks terrified. He curses all the way to the shower stall to take another quick bath all while Jason cackles at his misfortune.

“ I swear to God, when I start milking I'm going to get you back Ten fold! “

Jason rolls his eyes. As if.The last thing Jason’s afraid of is milk. It’s a natural thing. God everyone in this pack is repressed.

“ We’ll see about that Timberella! “

The omega hisses and Jason has to hold back a laugh as he leaves the shower. He’s so light and high from the interaction that he completely for gos a shirt. Not that he really wants to wear one. Not with how milk heavy and tender his chest is. Alfred’s always been pretty cool about it too. Being from the 60’s and all that jazz.

Jason maybe gets half way through the cave before the sound of metal crashing draws his attention. Dick walks cleanly into one of the metal tables in the middle of the lab space, knocking over tools and gadgets.

Bruce is thoroughly unimpressed from where he’s helping Damian stretch before bed. He’s in half of his costume, suppressors and scent blockers gone. The sheer disappointment in Damian’s gaze is astonishing.

“ Richard, please control yourself. “

The alpha looks like a deer caught in headlights, his mortification absolutely palpable in the air.

Jason does catch his eyes on his chest though. He smirks and sees the moment horror grows in those bright blue eyes. Instead of heading towards the stairs he decides to circle back towards the group.

Bruce chuffs from his position on the floor. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing but does tilt towards him in reverence. It’s been the biggest change in their dynamic. Bruce finally learning to respect Jason as not only a pack mate, but the pack omega. He greets him with a scenting.

Unlike Dick the alpha seems to pay little attention to his milking.

Damian’s puppy nose twitches as he leans towards him. It makes his heart flutter really. While Damian would never ask, Jason has thought of offering his breast many times. While Technically too old for it, they’ve all done their fair share of growing up too quickly. Something that Jason Laments as well as appreciates.

He scents Damian more thoroughly than Bruce, making him bristle. The boy tries to move out of his hold, hands swatting him away.

“ Todd cease your pestering immediately! If I smell of milk my peers will assume I still breastfeed. “

Jason snorts and pulls back from the prickly pup. Bruce gets a stupid fond look on his face and for a brief moment he feels it echoing on his lips.

“ And what’s wrong with that? If your pack omega is milking of course as a pup you’re welcome to it. “

Damian’s green eyes widen a fraction. His mouth opens in disbelief. Clearly, Damian in fact did not know that. Bruce stares as well, his scent turning into a sweet blend of ‘love-admiration-awe’. It draws a shiver up Jason’s spine. The tender mix of affection from his pack blankets over him like a net of spun sugar.

Jason doesn’t know why he feels drawn to look at Dick. The alpha hasn’t said anything in the past minute. He cuts his gaze to the stone still alpha and his heart flutters in excitement. The looks of jealousy and want is so strong that his intentions sparkle clear like aquamarine in shallow ocean waters.

The alpha is so much more honest when he thinks Jason isn’t looking.

He grins at Dick.

The alpha immediately shrinks in shame and embarrassment.

“ And of course any alpha spending my heat with me. “

[finiffy]

the thing about the kondraki family unlike the o5 family is that the o5 are all actively trying to appear professional whilst the Kondraki family have lost all dignity when they were all teens with Draven somehow managing to dodge the bullet

The o5 family is contain in one box with one comically large monitor and the only thing keeping them from doing all sorts of wacky hijinks is that they have a reputation.

The kondrakis reputation is how wacky they are. Nothing can stop them.

-soap

The Kondraki family has lost all of their dignity in their family honor there is nothing there (looks at ship in a bottle), only Draven is the somewhat normal one, Meri kinda but she is also weird

Also there is something about the o5s being put into a box with a giant monitor which looks over everything that is really funny. The o5 family acting processional to the outsider but if you were to ask two certain doctors..the shit the o5s do in their own place is something alright

[gazellefamily]

STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 (2022)

“I think this is objectively annoying and yet I keep wanting to watch it. I can’t explain. It’s totally basic tv made for people who weren’t actually around in the 80s, with awkward-stage teens who aren't good at acting (the red-haired girl has potential, however). So why do I watch? What I WILL say is that despite the dowdy threads they put her in, Noni’s still got it. She will always have it. She set the template for my interest in dark-haired semitic beauties at age 12. Remember when she shoplifted and it seemed like Johnny Depp dodged a bullet!? She won. DECISIVELY.” -Tommy Gazelle “Lockstep with Tommy on this one. Shit is hmmmmnotthatgood and never really was but I fall for it everytime. Cause I like the nerds but then not sure why because they arent that funny and none of the things happening to them are that original or engagingly paced. Like, couldn’t this just be one movie? These kids looking, um, uncinematic now. I like how the writers explained Jonathon’s blazed eyebags finally by having him blazed. But Noni, is truth, the babysitter you grew up crushing on, still btizz and beloved, but sort of weird and twitchy and like pilled’out? Doesnt even read as their Mom anymore, just a cougary pillfreak. And yo, the cheerleader was Casper ‘Johnny Rico” Van Dien’s daughter so natch perf.” -Sonny Gazelle

[444piscesprincess]

childhood friends to lovers/growing up together sterek fic reclist

uhh this kinda got a lil angsty but i recommend you pick a growing up together fic and listen to this song i promise you will not regret it 

https://open.spotify.com/track/5Dz8nrwQlPLE68WaTEIqY5?si=aogjMc1aToSALmAlfQOR7A 

anyways as usual check tags please!!

(click on the title for the fic)

you know you're on my mind

bibliosexual

Summary:

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

(hs!au + texting!au + childhood friends to lovers the ULTIMATE fluff fic)

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)   (series)

yodasyoyo

Summary:

Stiles is six years old when he first hears Derek's voice in his head.

Or what happens if you have a soulmate bond, in a universe where soulmate bonds don't exist?

Up Down Lock Unlock

isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Summary:

“Why are you going into grandma Ito’s apartment?” he asked.

Derek turned to him, key sliding into the lock. “What do you mean?” He tried to turn it, but the key wasn’t budging. Maybe the lock was sticking again, it’d been doing that the past few days.

Stiles was staring at him like Derek was stupid.

Derek did not appreciate sass from a ten year old.

“That’s grandma Ito’s place.”

“No,” Derek said calmly, pulling the key out and then shoving it back in, wiggling it a little when it continued to refuse to unlock the door. “This is my place.”

“I think you’re on the wrong floor then, because that apartment belongs to grandma Ito.”

(time travel counts as childhood friends right?)

the difference between going back and going home

thepsychicclam

Summary:

Stiles and Derek were inseparable growing up, but then college, jobs, and life happened. When Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills a decade later, he doesn't expect to reconnect with Derek, and he sure doesn't expect to fall in love with him.

It's Such a Gas When You Bring Up the Past

orphan_account

Summary:

Stiles finds a box of old photo albums that dredge up the sweet, the funny, the adorable, and the mildly heartwrenching parts of his and Derek's past.

(mainly a friends fic but its too cute to not include)

It's Always Been You

charlesdk

Summary:

Stiles' love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn't the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

Lead You Home Again

GotTheSilver

Summary:

The first time Derek meets Stiles, the kid’s brown eyes are wide, and he’s staring up at him with a mischievous grin as he tugs at the arm of Derek’s first ever Batman figure like he’s trying to separate it from Batman’s body.

An alternate take on Teen Wolf, wherein Stiles and Derek are childhood friends, and things unfold from there.

Kingdom By The Sea

kilaem

Summary:

Lydia grabs his arm and pulls him down in the seat next to her. “When the hell did you find time to bag a guy like Hale?”

“We’re friends,” Stiles feels his face heat up, and then the team are running out and Derek sees him and smiles. His blush gets worse.

“Oh really?”

“Our moms were friends, okay? We’ve been in diapers together.”

“I thought you two hated each other.”

Those That Bump In The Night

bleep0bleep

Summary:

A boy’s head appears upside down, hanging off the bed. “Is anyone there?” he calls out curiously, looking right at Derek’s eyes. Caught, then. The protocol for being deliberately seen by a child is just to look as strange and fearsome as possible. No one would believe them, anyways. But Derek is tired, and he’s been running and scared, and now he just kind of flickers, curling out a tendril of dark smoke, hoping that he’s a little bit scary. No such luck. The boy’s eyes widen. “Oooh, are you the bogeyman?” “Bogeyperson,” Derek says, before he can help himself.

~

When Stiles was a boy, he had an imaginary friend named Derek. Ten years later, Derek comes back, and is very, very real.

Five Times Derek and Stiles Kissed For Practice (And One Time They Didn't)

mikkimouse

Summary:

In which Derek and Stiles grow up together and practice kissing, roughly in that order.

216 + 1: Words To Say Instead of I Love You

briggs

Summary:

Derek and Stiles have been best friends for fourteen years. They have their differences, sure, but it's never been a question for them. Their friendship has been the most solid thing in their lives -- until suddenly it isn't anymore.

Funny how just a few choice words can throw fourteen years of friendship off-balance.

OR

a collection of "Bro, That's Gay" one-shots that actually ended up turning into a concrete storyline.

hope is the thing with feathers (part of a series)

ShanaStoryteller

Summary:

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

"Then he's facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There's Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that's his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man's chest so he knows he's alive, but he's not waking up. He shoves away his hood so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there's a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!" Nothing, he's not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they're having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" There's a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it's all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. "

(one of my favourite fics like EVER)

it came from the trees

whatshouldntbe

Summary:

“Don’t worry, Scott caught me up on everything,” Kira assures with a bubbly smile via video-chat. “You and Derek, huh? I probably should have seen that coming. I always thought it might be Cora, but Derek was the one that looked at you how I used to look at you.”

Stiles goes a little pink. “It’s still kinda new but, yeah. I really like him. He’s...” Beautiful. Patient. Smart. Painfully honest. Sweet.“...a total dork.”

Kira laughs and laughs. When she gets herself together, she replies, “Yeah, those little hearts and stars in your eyes definitely say different."

or

Stiles moves from the shiny, fast-paced lifestyle of Los Angeles to the foggy, sleepy town of Beacon Hills so his dad can become the new sheriff. Newly fifteen, he does his best to finish out his freshman year of high school (by staying under the radar) when he suddenly becomes the Beyoncé of the Supernatural community. And, without much prompting on his part, he ends up catching the eye of one of the most prominent Werewolf families in all of North America. It literally all starts with a stuffed animal(s).

(oh god this fic is the literal best even though its abandoned it ends at okay-ish place. this is one of the best hale family characterisations ive ever read. if you squint it can be a childhood friends to lovers fic but im including it anyway bc its amazing)

Promises aren't Meant to be Broken

paradis

Summary:

“Thanks for saving me,” Stiles blurts out, staring up at Laura, wide eyed.

Laura grins. “I like you,” she says, “we’ll be friends.”

(more laura and stiles besties centric but totally worth a read)

The Things We See

MelodramaticSalad

Summary:

Stiles grew up in the life of knowing that there was always more to life than what others saw with a first glance. Even as a child he saw things that no one else seemed to and always had a fascination with the unusual.

Some considered him an unusual child, but Claudia welcomed every single quirk her son displayed. His mother had a few special talents of her own and thrilled her to see it in her son as well. She'd raised Stiles to always keep his mind open and as grew and started to display his powers, she began to teach him how to use them. She even taught Stiles about werewolves at a young age, his infatuation with them growing once he had learned the truth about her closest friend.

Stiles spent nearly every possible moment that he could roaming the Hale house, following after the middle child most of the time. Derek was three years older than Stiles, but the bond they developed with each other was something their mothers considered out of a story book. Like Derek, Stiles was sensitive to his emotions, but unlike Derek, Stiles didn't need a scent to figure it out. He could feel it.

take me back

matildajones

Summary:

“I dare you to kiss me,” Stiles taunts, and he’s not expecting the way Derek says a naughty word under his breath and then leans forward.

Stiles yelps. He just dodges Derek’s mouth before he’s laughing wildly and running through the trees, calling out a series of ew ew ew as Derek chases him back home.

[dlfbjtr]

day 3; duel

for @oc-growth-and-development in the #oc-tober event!

wc: ~950, format: small chapter, genre: action, characters: hart chamberlaine / millicent dye / lancia bythe / kalen spinster (mentioned: 'coeus', marcellus sallow, sub-characters)

It was a duel of guns.

Funny, the word didn't seem so intimidating in fantasy texts. But now that Hart was standing there, a gun in hand, pointed straight at this hooded man, it was scary.

“Put the gun down,” he called, “or I'll shoot.”

“You should put the gun down first,” the figure cocked his head to the side like a child. Male, Hart mused, male in his twenties? Possible teens if he matured faster, or maybe thirties if his voice didn't mature.

“Police.” Hart pulled out his badge from his pocket, not lowering his weapon.

The man laughed. “VCHPD? Aren't you supposed to be detectives rather than police?”

“I will shoot.”

There was the sound of a gun's safety being flicked off. “I don't think so,” the man’s voice suddenly lowered dangerously.

Hart knew that out of the two of them, he himself was more likely to miss -- which was absurd, by the way. He was trained with a gun since he was twelve and now he was what, in his late twenties early thirties? But the way his opponent held the gun with ease and had it locked onto Hart's heart with dead precision spoke volumes.

“Who are you?”

“I should be asking you that. Why are you holding a gun if you're Crime Prevention?”

Hart chuckled humourlessly. “Oh, we prevent crime actively. Like now. You have three seconds to put down your gun before I shoot. Or you can answer my question. Either is fine.”

The man hummed.

“Three.”

He didn't make any move.

“Two.”

Hart's finger tightened on the trigger.

“One—”

“Coeus,” the man said loudly, before shooting.

Hart dodged easily, sidestepping the bullet before he pulled his own trigger, the deafening boom echoing in his ears.

He missed. The bullet ricocheted somewhere to his left, but he didn't see it. Hart was running after the man, who had taken the chance to bolt. It was dark in the bookstore, since it was already three am. Hart cursed as a whole bookshelf crashed onto him, but he was fast enough to evade.

He hated bookstores. That was one reason why.

“Oi, oi, Millicent!” He settled down beside the shelf, knowing that he couldn't catch up. His radio was in his hand, brought close to his mouth. “Can you hear me?”

“No,” the reply was dry. “Did you catch him?”

“Ran out the front entrance, heading north on the street.”

“Copy that.”

Hart heaved in a sharp breath, grip tightening on his gun. The radio spurted with static before Millicent's voice came back. “Visuals say he didn't leave via the front entrance.”

Hart spluttered. “What? Impossible. I saw him leave through the door.”

“It could be a trick of the light, but there was no one outside who saw him,” Millicent sighed. “Change to channel two.”

He did so, like an obedient subordinate would, and soon he was hearing his god awful teenagers speak.

“It could be an abused use of Coeus—”

“Coeus doesn't work like that, newbie.”

“What if someone extended the use? What if they could physically transport people into the MN—”

“Not possible.”

“Would you let me finish?”

“Whoa,” Hart closed his eyes and massaged his temples, “calm down kiddos. What's going on?”

Millicent was the one who replied. “A hypothesis from your newest charge. Lancia?”

“He could be from an organisation who got their hands on Coeus—”

“Impossible,” Hart groaned, leaning forwards. It was too dark, he couldn't see a thing. Was that A Tale of Two Cities in front of him? He couldn't tell. It looked like a good footrest though.

“Hypothesis,” Lancia emphasised. “Listen. If someone got their hands of Coeus, and you never know since the project was shut down for what, eight years?”

Hart didn't bother correcting her.

“What if they used the technology differently? Our Coeus is used to project our minds into the MN but what if they used it so they can physically project themselves into the MN?”

“The MN is a dreamscape,” Kalen's voice was flat, “not a physical place. You can't jump into someone's mind physically.”

“Technology.”

Kalen sighed. “That's your scapegoat for everything.”

Hart's eyes shot wide open. Wait. “I asked the guy who he was and he replied with ‘Coeus’,” the man pondered. “Marcellus, do some research and see how much merit Lancia's hypothesis has. Kalen, you need to sleep. Lancia, get ready, because once I get back, we're going into the MN.”

“Roger,” Marcellus and Lancia chimed. Kalen grumbled somewhere in the background.

“Alright. Hart, back to channel eight,” Millicent ordered. Hart did as she said, flicking between channels until the large numeral of eight was on the screen. He listened idly to the chatter, mind going at speeds that couldn't comprehend the useless words from the radio.

Coeus used as a weapon...

It's not like he's never thought of the possibility. Of course it would happen one day. He just thought it would be under government control, but he wasn't surprised it happened illegally. Things tend to get out of hand when you kill a couple hundred people during the experimentation stages.

The door opened.

Hart looked at the exit, tucking his radio away.

“Let's go, Chamberlaine.” It was a member of the extraction team. Hart stood up slowly, dusting himself off.

Hart followed the woman out of the bookstore, shielding his eyes from the bright police lights that lit up the area. Well, maybe next time they would need to be a little less obvious in their approach. Maybe send in a stealth team?

Hart was too caught up in his thoughts. He only realised he was still holding his gun when the woman clad in black and a bullet vest pointed it out to him.

[thetriggeredhappy]

Thank you now Im absolutely obsessed with DadSpy raising Jeremy. I need to know everything. How do they feel about each other? How do they address each other? Do they have arguments at all? Did Ma ever see Scout, or does he even know he has a mom? And totally unrelated to family, but how would Speeding Bullet would work with this Scout? Intrigue is killing me!

i think scout ended up hitting his rebellious moody teen phase pretty early on in life (entirely justified) and then held on to parts of that, and definitely ended up sharp enough to give spy some serious shit, but i think they really do love each other a lot. and i think this version of spy is more open with talking to his son, and isn’t afraid to say it, his main problem being that he still struggles sometimes with remembering to treat scout like an adult man, and scout isn’t thrilled about that but still loves his dad and understands him more than maybe anyone else in the world.

i think scout referred to spy as ‘Papa’ until he was about eight or nine, then switched over to ‘Dad’ and ‘Pops’. i think he mostly refers to him as Pops in front of other people, and saves the Dad title for when stuff is serious. and i think sometimes when shit has gone thoroughly south and he’s really completely freaked the fuck out he might use spy’s real name or switch back to Papa for the short term because that word holds a lot of safety for him. he’s used enough to being able to call spy by fake names that switching over to calling him spy in front of other people isn’t a particularly difficult change for him.

i think spy has probably always referred to scout as ‘mon lapin’ among more common terms of endearment, to the point that when scout was learning to talk he briefly assumed that his name was Lapin. and scout went through phases of used to the name, then happy when he found out what it meant, then annoyed because it’s embarrassing, then used to it again but sometimes pretending to be annoyed if he’s called that in front of other people. he sometimes refers to scout as Jeremy if he’s particularly proud of him or in more serious moments or freaked out, and of course he has the full “Jeremy [middle name] [spy’s real last name]” when he’s in trouble for something.

i think they’re in a near-constant state of argument still, but not because they’re actually mad, they just both love to argue and bicker and know that the other one isn’t actually trying to hurt their feelings. mostly they just bounce back and forth along the same few arguments with small differences, and the rest of the team is a bit nervous watching it at first because they both fire in pretty hard on it, but they’re just being dramatic. they haven’t had a ton of actual fights (mostly just a few when scout was a young teen), mostly just things regarding scout wanting a little more freedom to do his own thing versus spy trying to make sure he’s both safe and happy.

scout reached a point of kind of *knowing* that he had a mom, but he always figured that something happened to her when he was younger and that’s why spy didn’t bring her up. he started asking questions when he was ten or eleven, and spy was very willing to talk about her and how much he loved her but also very good at dodging talking about what ‘happened’ to her (because he didn’t want to lie and say she was dead, but he didn’t want scout to get his hopes up). he got to see a picture of her at some point that spy tracked down, and when he was a little older spy finally sat him down of his own accord and explained everything—how he snuck away with him in the middle of the night, his Ma, the fact that he had a gaggle of brothers and was from Boston, Massachusetts of all places. and then spy very carefully explained why he needed to leave, and why scout couldn’t call and get in touch with them (it would put them in danger), and that hopefully soon they would finish tying up the last of spy’s work and be able to go and meet them. then at age sixteen he does get a phone call, albiet a fairly short one, and walks away from it wildly conflicted. he’s definitely curious, but spy did an effective job explaining why he couldn’t see them much, and at mature-for-his-age-16 he understands that spy just really didn’t want him to get that first correspondence and become completely hooked on talking to them.

the long and short of sniper’s thought process would be “oh my god there’s two of them” followed quickly by “hey you know your dad is a dick right” with scout going “UGHHHH i know right he’s so embarrassing, hey if you really wanna piss him off you should call him [spy’s actual middle name] it makes him super annoyed he hates it it’s funny” in a slightly more good natured way than before. and i think their interaction would be a slight flip of the usual script, sniper being interested to find out scout is actually kind of a big dumb softie goofball under all his hooliganry, and scout mostly being interested in what it was like growing up in a house with a family somewhere quiet then living alone for so long (he just can’t imagine not having spy around watching his back)