#the whole time at the beginning i was like 'OH IT'S BALLISTER ALMOST BEGINNING TO BE ACCEPTED... BUT NIMONA IS STILL TOO MUCH HMM?'

[thinemoonshine]

𓆰𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 ♡𓆪

cha hyun su x female reader genre: romance, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort(?) type: series (but can be read as oneshot- open ending) word count: 1,857

part 3 of series ◄◄ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ part 5 of series

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis: despite the quarantine room being now destroyed due to the increased rate of intrusions by monsters into the apartment—which meant there'll be less restrictions between hyun su and (y/n)—the distance that was once erased between them is now greatly felt by the former- and it wrecks him for not knowing the reason why. (y/n) on the other hand, is unable to tell hyun su the reason behind her actions, that is...without mentioning what his monster told her ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

"(y/n)," Cha Hyun Su calls. "Are you going to keep sitting there...?"

The other looks at him and smiles awkwardly. "Uh, yeah! Is there something wrong?"

Hyun Su fiddles with his fingers that are situated on his criss-crossed legs as he steals glances at the girl who's an arm length away from him. "I don't know... It's just, you're a bit— far..."

His sad puppy look sends a sharp pang of guilt through her and her heart's gnawing at the bars of its enclosure- demanding to be let out.

"Oh... I just thought you'd like the, uhm, space," (y/n) says awkwardly and Hyun Su's eyes droop more than before, making her heart to begin to file its teeth.

"...Thanks," he quietly responds, evidently insincere as he brings his knees to his chest to hug them.

An awkward silence follows.

Followed by more silence.

...And more silence.

(y/n) can almost hear her heart going ballistic- jumping off the walls and screaming a ray of curse words for hurting the one person she promised never to.

But whenever she wants to get close to him, the memory of what happened before with Hyun Su's monster, restrains her.

"He likes you too... maybe a little too much. He thinks he doesn't deserve you, thinks you're better off with someone 'normal' who won't threaten your life," the monster scoffed as if finding the whole thing hilarious. "And yet, just one touch from you and he's tingling all over- craving for more like you're his oasis in the desert."

(y/n) said nothing- no, couldn't say anything. She was rendered speechless by this sudden, shocking information that she had a hard time believing. Never once did Hyun Su ask for her affection, and even if he did reach out to her, it was always momentary; came and went in a blink.

"So, so much, it wrecks him inside. He feels secure with you, comfortable, happier than ever, but at the same time you taunt him so much with your sweetness that it's venomous. But I like you because of that. Makes it easier to tamper with his mind."

His confession filled (y/n) with dread. All this time... had she been only making things harder for Hyun Su? He had been on war with himself for so long- and she was only adding fire to it.

"Hyun Su," she sighs out from the weight in her chest and he looks at her with a slow turn of his head. Oh, his poor face. BADUMP! "Are you bothered by me?"

Her questions feels like taboo from the way he panics- shaking his head vigorously, making his fluffy hair shake as his lips tremble to say many words at once.

"No! Not at all! I-in fact, I like you!" He blurts and his widened eyes as well as gaping mouth express his own shock from the unexpected confession. "I... like it when we spend time together."

He mentally pats himself in the back at his skillful save.

Skillful... Maybe the skill is the friends he made along the way- which is none.

If anything, his 'save' only reinforces his confession. And even when she won't say it, she can't hide the glee on her face from the blush on her cheeks.

"I like it too," (y/n) chimes and Hyun Su smiles shyly behind his knees- constantly stealing glances before shuffling a bit closer.

She stifles a laugh at this which doesn't go unnoticed by him and he flinches, afraid he's been caught.

He looks at her who deliberately turns away to hide the amused grin on her face, unaware that her not meeting his eyes causes an uncomfortable clench in his chest.

"...Did I do something?"

Hyun Su's abrupt question wipes the grin off her lips and she focuses on him.

"Do what? What do you mean?" (y/n) asks curiously and he slowly slides closer with his hand reaching out to hers on the floor- the tips of their fingers touch and when she doesn't stray away, he gently clasps his hand over hers.

Hyun Su's now sitting right in front of her, slightly towering as he sits on his heels- looking down at her with a tilt of his head. "I feel like you're avoiding me... But I don't know why. Can you tell me why?"

His unforeseen bluntness steals her breath away and the fact that he's cornering her against the wall doesn't make it better.

"I'm not avoiding you. I'm just like always," (y/n) denies with a slight scoff, as if finding the situation ridiculous and this stirs him- unnerving him. It's so obvious she's distancing away. Usually, she'll take the space right beside him, leaving no gap; she'll hold his hand to draw pictures or fold his fingers, making shapes; she'll touch his face, cupping his cheeks as she gazes at him with the most endearing eyes; play with his hair and everything else.

Yet, she says everything's as it always is? Lies.

Or maybe, it is- and he's just gotten greedy. She's been spoiling him with so much affection that he's forgotten the way things always were. Yeah, that's why. That's all there is to it. Of course.

'But I don't want it to be,' his head rejects and presses her hand against his cheek. "Really? Is that really true?"

(y/n) gapes at his newfound boldness and she almost chokes on her own saliva when she wanted to answer. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Because you...don't touch me anymore," Hyun Su softly says- more of a whimper than it is a declaration and he rubs his cheek against her soft palm. 'I've gotten greedy.' "You don't...want me anymore."

"I never said that!" (y/n) argues, now afraid that his brand new confidence is going to deplete and he'll return to his former small, self-loathing character. "Hyun Su, why would you say that?"

"Am I wrong?" He snaps and for a slight instance, (y/n)'s sure she saw the white in his eyes shift to black- only for a moment. Not enough to confirm anything.

She moves her hand from his cheek to his jaw- thumb hovering over his luscious lips before she caresses them. It's as if her touch is a key- unlocking him and his mouth parts as if granting access.

The words of his monster resurfaces in (y/n)'s head and she ponders before making a decision. "Hyun Su, I met... your monster."

Her words shock him yet he refuses to move, not wanting to stray from her gentle hold. "What? When?"

"When I visited you at the quarantine room before it got destroyed," (y/n) confesses and turns to the corridor that's been barricaded with anything they could find: debris, broken furniture, bricks, etc. Now, the only places they can stay at is the lobby of the apartment and a few resident rooms that are on the same floor.

Most of the time though, Hyun Su and (y/n) stay in the lobby- the other residents find it more comfortable that he's out in the open while they are the ones who get the safer private rooms.

"...Did he do anything?" Hyun Su asks and his hot breath steams against her thumb still pressed on his lip.

(y/n)'s reticent. "He told me that I was giving you a, um, a hard time- and that, he likes it whenever I'm close because you're... easier to tamper with."

He says nothing, but the quiet that follows display his understanding to the subject despite the lack of details. But he soon, speaks- albeit hesitant. "Just that? N-nothing else?"

Should she specify what the monster meant by a 'hard time?' Would that make Hyun Su understand why she's distancing herself? She groans internally, feeling more and more like she's in some shoujo manga. 

"He told you, didn't he?" The timid character in front of her suddenly questions, dispirited, and he pulls away- now further away from her as he sits with his knees to his chest. "I'm sorry... I'm disgusting. I thought I could hide it, hold it in but I got greedy and— No... no. I'm sorry. I have no excuse." 

(y/n) watches as he sinks further into himself- shoulders hunched and fluffy hair now replacing his face with him hiding himself in his knees. "Hyun Su..." 

"No. It's okay, you don't have to say anything... It's— I'm a monster," he muffles his words on his sleeves but they're all still discernible and it just breaks her to see him so crestfallen and desolate. He was fine, he has been fine and now...

Hyun Su's fingers that are curled tightly on his elbows loosen when he feels a hand on his head, gently patting and he slowly, heavily, lifts his face up towards her.

But as soon as he does, he's instantly captured into a kiss which steals his breath- literally and figuratively. (y/n) gives him no space to breathe and when she pulls away, he's left panting like he's ran a marathon.

"Oh, shoot! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I just, I hated that I couldn't be more honest and ended up making you hurt. You don't deserve the blame for anything, you're not to blame. I mean, it's just... biology? I feel it too- all the time!"

And at that moment, she feels like she should've just shut her mouth up.

Panting Hyun Su with ears and cheeks in a fiery red, furrows at her with confusion, before he gasps at what she means- now turning redder than a beet. "Y-you— Me—"

"Yeah! Yeah, I am! I'm crazy about you! Sure, I started off accompanying you just because I wanted to but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't anticipating anything either. Why do you think I'm so touchy with you, anyways? I don't do that just because, y'know..." (y/n) trails off as her heart beats faster and faster each second, she might just explode.

Her bold confession causes him a short circuit and all the tingles and butterflies are making him sick- a sickeningly sweet nauseating feeling. He wants more.

"Are you sure?" Hyun Su mutters with eyes blinking up at her like a deer in headlights as she squishes him in her hands. His skin is unbelievably soft during these harsh times.

"More than ever," (y/n) assures and pecks his forehead which he indulges in with eyes shut and lips in a smile.

However, just as the petals start fluttering around them and the tint of the screen turns pink, a large crash is heard from outside before the barricade they've made on the entrance of the apartment begins to crumble.

The pair quickly stand as the other residents pour in the lobby at the commotion when all of a sudden, a monstrous arm-like figure pierces through their defense.

Hyun Su quickly steps in front of (y/n)- an arm shielding her from getting any closer to the collapsing wall. "Stay behind me, (y/n). I'll keep you safe. I promise."

(y/n) watches his look of determination from behind and a smile graces her face at his confident declaration. And as always, he's always stayed true to them.

'Always,' she echoes in her head.

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[kissitbttr]

can’t stop thinking about simon falling for harley quinn reader typa beat

it’s a slow burn for sure, definitely not love at first right because he hates her guts the first time price introduced her during debrief session. she's fucking deranged. has murdered countless of innocent people before and not to mention shoplifting?? like why would price think it'd be a good idea to have her as a temporary addition to tf141? this woman is a criminal. he hates how cheery and giddy she is, always waving her hand to greet the team, acting like she hadn’t done some very questionable things, dropping offhanded comments that makes him choke in his own spit, parading herself in short black and red outfits that barely covers her ass and chest EVEN during the mission. it annoys him to the fucking bone.

but then as time slowly goes by, he begins to warm up to her existence. he’s starting to care about her well-being, putting a mental note on what she likes and dislikes, stealing glances at her way to see if she’s comfortable ever so often. he notices how she carries a red lipstick wherever she goes. black if she’s not feeling herself. his lips often twitches into a small smile whenever she does something cute to him and always always making sure she's okay during every single mission. ‘you okay, love?’ or ‘tell me if something’s bothering you, yeah?’ is what he always says. sometimes when the team has to split up, he’d be the first one to say ‘she’s with me’ and it makes her heart warms.

he's amazed at how well she handles rifles, all while looking and acting pretty. (he finds her adorable overtime too but he'd die before admitting that to her). when he lent her his signature AAC Honey Badger, he was impressed by how smoothly she used it, but nothing beats the way she kills enemies with her pink oversized mallet.

‘i can kill them in five, boys ! just give me a sec’ is what she says in a cheerful tone with a giggle after price had notified that there’s too much guards for them to handle. before price could even protest, she already loaded up her gun and walk towards where the guards are. it was something ghost had never found so attractive before but the way she said it? the confidence? her strutting like she owns the shit? considered him rock hard at that point.

before she goes, she tells the boys to wait while she does her thing. but not before sending a wink to ghost’s direction. she has a spot for him, she makes sure he knows that.

the team watch her gracefully killing the enemies through the cameras. small splash of blood painted her face as she smiles up at the camera to give the boys a small wave. she then jumps to one of the guard and put them in a headlock, suffocating him with her thighs to crack his neck in one swift motion (oh he’d do anything to let her do that to him)

‘fucking hell… look at this lass go’ soap tsked, others agreed. especially simon. this is the first time he had found a woman looking incredibly sexy and sophisticated while blowing someone's head off. it’s almost impossible a woman like her actually exists.

so the moment he hears her being held captured by the enemies, his blood runs cold. ghost. goes fucking. BALLISTIC. like 100% feral, no one could stop this man from tearing down the whole fucking sky to save her. so he makes up a plan to save her with the team. from there, add this scene while we're on it. safe to say she was truly moved by it.

‘oh… you were actually going to save me?’ she asks giving him her puppy dog eyes,

he grumbled while nodding sheepishly, his grip around the rifle tighten. ‘yeah.. and it was a pretty damn good plan too’

‘i’m sorry... well, i can go back in again if you still want to do it..’ her voice coming out soft and tender,

he smiles softly underneath the mask. even with dried up blood decorating her nose and the corner of her lips, he still finds her beautiful,

mentally ill but beautiful.

‘no—no that’s okay. ‘m just glad you’re safe, sweetheart’

he finds being with her is easy. just as easy as breathing. his once cold heart now softened because of her. and it is reserved only for her

-

i’m a firm believer that ghost is into batshit crazy women he can’t fix

[quitealotofsodapop]

"It takes Shadowpeach literal years of living and raising a child together before they realise that they've fallen back in love" of course. Could you give more details? Like what was the time it takes between that happening and them realizing? Who fell first? How long after that until they actually do something about it or do they still avoid the subject to canon time

OK SO

Basically, at the start of the story the Shadowpeach is on a bit of a hiatus cus of the whole... Macaque being killed thing.

Macaque is understandably very upset with Wukong. Like, if Wukong hadnt shown up with MK's egg, Macaque could have darn near killed him. But he's able to put his anger aside for the sake of the unborn Stone Monkey.

Wukong this whole time has had deep festering love for Macaque, but resigned himself to grief in the centuries following his death. The joy he feels upon his resurrection is clouded by the fear of losing him again. So much so he fears reigniting their flame.

Cue them coming across Pigsy. The pig demon assumes from the shabby clothes, the arguing, and the bump under Macaque's clothes (actually MK's egg in a harness); that the two are young, soon-to-be parents needing shelter. Wukong hams the misunderstanding up, and Macaque is too furious with him to clear the air.

Basically they move into the apartment pretending to be a couple. And soon after a while, the pretending starts getting harder and harder to differentiate from the real domestic love they shared back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Its around the time of MK's first birthday when they begin to suspect the other of falling back in love. It almost takes another birthday for Macaque to accept that Wukong is geniunely trying to mend things between them, but scars run deep.

When MK turns 3, a random demon gets a drop on the fam - I'm leaning towards a variatn of the annoying Demon of Confusion from the very beginning of Wukong's tale. The demon assumes MK and Macaque are just really powerful monkey spirits and whisks them away to be his servants. Cue the whole noodle fam, especially Wukong going ballistic. In the ensuing rescue, Macaque is... conflicted.

Here's a rough draft:

Macaque: "You didn't have to save me, you know?" SW: "Why wouldn't I? I couldn't just leave you with that jerk." Macaque: "Because I had your living vanity trophy on my back?" Toddler!MK, in a sling: *babbling* SW: "I... I know that you could have escaped. Fought your way out on your own without breaking a sweat... But when I learned that Demon *took* you away, I just... I just..." Macaque: "Just what?" SW: "I just... thought of how many of MK's birthday's you'd miss. How many dinners at Pigsy's uneaten. How many nights alone in bed... I lasted over 500 years. But now... I don't think I could have survived another day without you." Macaque, realizing: "Oh..." Pigsy, Tang & Sandy: *wondering if they should leave the lovebirds alone*

After that incident, they slowly build back up their relationship. Baby steps, just to confirm the bonds hold firm.

It would take them a few months to spit out an "I love you". The first one to break being Wukong - watching Macaque doing a shadow puppet show for MK with a goofy look on his face. He says it without warning, thinking it was just in his head until Macaque froze. It took Macaque a week to respond with "The feeling is mutual I suppose" while lying in bed.

They do hit snags later down the line. Notably SW briefly regressing back to a "find means of immortality for mate and baby"-phase the first time MK got seriously injured. And in turn Macaque hiding how much he was hurt by his death, and hiding who resurrected him + the price he has to pay for it. This also not including Sun Wukong disobeying his order from the Celestial Realm to "scramble" MK.

Until the events of "A Hero Is Born", Monkey King is pretty much assumed perma-retired after the New Stone Egg incident, while the Six Eared Macaque is presumed dead. Then the Demon Bull Family indirectly drag them back into the spotlight.

They are both emotionally constipated, your honor. I sentence them to 18 years of hard parenting and couple's counseling.

[ninjadeathblade]

Haircut (a Nimona fanfic)

Summary: Ballister has to cut Ambrosius' hair after making a present went wrong.

Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 777

Author's notes: I FINALLY GOT THEM TO ADMIT FEELINGS! Also, this is super short. But i did add the confession (it wasn't originally in this). Enjoy!

Ballister knocked delicately on the door to Ambrosius' room, listening carefully, waiting for a reply.

"Who is it?"

"It's Ballister."

"Yeah, come in!" Ambrosius responded cheerfully. Ballister opened the door, jaw going slack as he looked at his friend. Ambrosius held a haphazard lump of wood, a knife beside him on the floor and a hot glue gun in his other hand. There was sticky, melted glue all over the carpet and somehow in his long blonde hair as well.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Ballister swore, crossing the room carefully to avoid the mess.

"I was trying to make you a present," Ambrosius mumbled, holding out the lump of wood. Ballister examined the vaguely love-heart shaped carving, lumpy glue surrounding the middle in a line from top to bottom. "Do you like it?" Ballister looked up from the malformed gift, at Ambrosius' nervous expression.

"It's great but you didn't have to go through all the trouble," Ballister said softly. Ambrosius grinned at him, standing up. Strands of glue ripped from the floor and attached to his trousers.

"I did. It's our friend-iversary."

"Our what?"

"Anniversary of our friendship. Ten whole years Bal!" Ambrosius explained and Ballister chuckled.

"Again, you didn't need to use up however much time you spent to do this," Ballister said matter-of-factly. Ambrosius rolled his eyes as they both walked through to his bathroom. Ballister picked up a sponge and some soap, beginning to scrub at Ambrosius' locks. "It's not coming out."

"Try brushing it…?" Ambrosius suggested hesitantly. Ballister picked up the hairbrush next to the sink, trying to drag it through his friend's hair. Ambrosius almost immediately let out a shriek and Ballister scowled as the brush tangled in his hair.

"No, this is gonna need scissors." Ballister felt sympathetic as Ambrosius' eyes widened.

"But it's so pretty. I don't want it cut," Ambrosius whined and Ballister agreed. His long blonde curls were stunning and reached down to the bottom of his shoulder blades. But right now, they were ratty and tangled and had a brush stuck in them.

"It'll be ugly forever if you don't let me cut it," Ballister warned. Ambrosius looked like he wanted to cry at the news.

"Do it. But if you make it ugly then you have to let me cut your mustache and beard," Ambrosius threatened. Ballister took a deep breath before chopping off the first chunk of hair from the right side of his face. An hour passed of him carefully trying to sculpt his friend's hair before it was finally finished. Ballister put down the scissors, nervously biting his lip.

"You probably think it looks shit." Ballister watched as Ambrosius carefully reached up and ran his hand across his hair. He seemed pleased with the left side, which Ballister had managed to salvage some of and had left at ear length. As soon as he reached the right side, his smiled dropped and he smoothed his hand across the short, cropped hair. Ambrosius pushed last Ballister, looking in the bathroom mirror. Ballister picked up the wooden love-heart, holding it close to his chest.

"It's beautiful." Ballister almost missed Ambrosius' awed whisper.

"What?"

"This haircut. Absolutely metal," Ambrosius assured him, turning around and offering him a smile.

"Oh." Ballister felt dumb as he said it. Ambrosius wrapped an arm around his waist, leading him out the bathroom back to where the glue had hardened on the floor.

"Wanna order out some nachos and watch a movie?"

"Sure."

"I'm still gonna cut your mustache and beard."

"Okay."

"God, will you react to anything I say in a non-basic way?!"

"Never."

"Ha! You said something non-basic!" Ballister chuckled as the two of them sat down on Ambrosius' bed. Ambrosius scrolled through his phone, ordering the nachos while Ballister flicked through channels on the TV. "Hey Bal?"

"Yeah?" Ballister glanced down at where Ambrosius was curled into his side. Ambrosius looked nervous as he balled one hand into a fist, the fabric of Ballister's shirt getting mixed up in it.

"Have you ever found guys attractive?" Ballister froze for a second as he registered the question.

"Um, yeah." Ballister didn't add on the part about finding Ambrosius attractive.

"Would you ever go out with a guy?"

"If he was like you then of course," Ballister instinctively replied before recognising what he'd said. Ballister let out a high pitched sort of squeak as he did so, wanting to immediately leave.

"Bal, would you go out with me?" Ambrosius asked slowly, sitting up. Ballister nodded shyly.

"Of course."

"Great! Nachos are here in five," Ambrosius stood up, walking away.

"Get back here! You can't just walk off after that conversation!"

[good-night-doll]

Tis the season~

•Part 5–Dancing

: As the Christmas season creeps around the corner, you can't help but want to show your girlfriend all the different activities there are to the season other than decapitating the jolly fat man. 

Requested: No

Word count: 990

Warnings: none

Tis the season for families, couples and friends alike to share their different types of admiration for each other through a special activity- one that dates back to the 3300 BCE, where Egyptians had first incorporated the act in a religious nature.

But in the modern world we've become, dance is more for fun- so humans and animals can communicate through a different type of language that requires no second guessing if done correctly, one that everyone could understand with the right choreographic intent.

And from what Wednesday has told me, she rarely dances. She's said that I could only find her dancing during her pure moments of disgust- that it would have to be under a full blood moon when she'd dissect all her frogs and rats for a disclosed ritual.

So… why not try and have some fun?

We're both sat with content hearts on the couch, a twinkling Christmas tree illuminating the room to a dim, romantic-like setting. Its tinsel glistened and reflected the light source, making it shine ever so bright before fading into the darkness.

The TV is off, but our phone screens dampen our faces with its functions even on the lowest setting.

Our silent breathing mixed into one as our minds work on different things. Wednesday was planning out her novel… another one. And I'm retrieving data from my boss- not the most exciting thing in the world.

She's been emailing me like she was a full blown stalker, but with the correct reasoning for clearance of course. And she's unravelled my nerves enough to gently prod them with her ballistic attempts of threats through the device screen.

I hadn't even messed up anything at work and she's uptight and upset about something, and it has me frustrated.

With a rebellious groan, I throw my phone down on the couch beside me, believing for a moment that if I were to throw the phone, I'd be throwing her absurd accusations away too.

Wednesday had clearly noticed as her head had drawn ever so slightly away from the confinements of her scarf, the tip of her nose peeking at me with certain questioning.

I turn my head, defeatedly as I glance at a blank spot on the wall- its bare surface creating a sense of vengeance in an unforeseen way.

"What's wrong?" Wednesday pipes up, shuffling silently as she awaits a response to her question.

I sigh, still staring at the wall "my boss expects too much of me"

"Isn't that what bosses do? They expect so much from people without putting themselves in their position?" I turn to her, a small glimmer in her dark eyes and a tiny tug at the edge of her Oh-so-kissable lips has me swooning within seconds. "It's Christmas time, like you said, and you said we'd spend the whole time together doing "entertaining" activities- even if they have no significant benefit"

I smile at her attitude, feeling my cheeks stiffen in a sway of admiration. She's right- she's always right! It's Wednesday Addams- the girl has had a toll on our surrounding society for months now and yet she's always right.

"Yeah" I gulp down my guilt, resurfacing with an activity fresh on my mind. "How about we try dancing?"

Wednesday's face almost immediately drops again- going back into that almost robotic-like state as her eyes once again pierce me like a stake to a Vampire's heart. "Dancing" she grumbles.

"Yeah, comn'! I'll teach you!" I beam, my eyes forming crescent moons and minimising my vision into a small crack.

"I know how to dance" she scoffs, standing with her posture as perfect as ever. I watch as she takes a few steps back before she begins to move.

Her movements are stiff but flowy, contrasting in a perfect mix that suited her perfectly. Her arms swayed to her hips and her face stayed strong with no sign of emotion for the duration. But the thing that had me sold the most, was the wide eyed seductive-like glare she shot straight through me. It's as if she's able to see every inch of my brain with that look.

A smile raises my cheeks as I laugh quietly under my breath at her small and oddly seductive choreography.

Grabbing my phone, I open my music and scroll down till I find a song that's calling me. Pressing play, I stand and interrupt Wednesday with a small wave of my hands.

"Put your hands uh-" I guide her hands to my shoulders as I wearily grip her small waist. "Yeah, like that"

"I've never done this before" she quips, a dumbfounded expression playing with her face.

"Well…" I smile "there's a time for everything" I guide her along to the soft Melody, our bodies so close that I could feel the chill of her skin rub against my own even with the gap we have between us.

Her dark but wide eyes are heavily trained on my own, her pink tongue dangerously sticking out to dampen her kissed lips.

I've never seen Wednesday so… perfect before. It's like all the stars in the night sky have realigned to create a beautiful astrology piece. Except Wednesday is far more superior than dozens of flaming balls of light painted across the sky during the night.

"Where did you learn to dance like this?" Wednesday inquires, her eyebrows raising slightly in surprise once I respond, explaining how I learnt to dance in such a way at my uncle's wedding.

"Right foot back, left foot over and across, right foot over and forward" Listing the movements was only a short-lived task as Wednesday had quickly picked up on the repetitive fancy footwork.

We continue to slowly dance our way through the song until it comes to an eventual end where a long silence follows- allowing only the strums of our heartbeats to play the instrument of love for us both.

And it's not like I'm going to complain anytime soon...

[sunshine-zenith]

1, 4, 18, 19, 24 from this ask game

Thank you for the asks!

Heads up y'all, this one is a bit long and the questions dig deep, so mind the tags lol

1) What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I stick with default Ariel Size 11. Times New Roman is kinda the only other font I can take seriously when writing, and it’s kinda tainted from years of typing out essays and media releases for school and my old job

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Recalcitrant and pluperfect — two words that I don’t think I’ve used in any of my writing but I love working into conversations when I can (bonus — they’re both words I learned from reading fics)

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

From By Your Side Again (sorry, this is a long one, with even longer rambles, probably, but I put a lot of thought behind the headcanons I included here)

Spoilers for Nimona (both the film and the graphic novel), and obviously the fic

“...Your arm?” Ballister eventually asks.

“Just dislocated, don’t worry. I can move it fine, the sling is probably overkill.”

“I heard Todd broke his.”

“Good for him.”

They both chuckle weakly before Ambrosius stands.

Ballister’s eyes glance away before meeting his again, looking apprehensive. “Speaking of, could you… plug my arm in? If you’re okay with it.”

Ambrosius blinks, turning to face the arm on the counter. “I- sure. Of course.” Walking towards it, he sees the robotic prosthetic is in three parts -- the arm itself, laying palm up (-Ballister’s arm falling, almost mockingly slow, the sword falling from it as Bal screams and looks at him in shock-). He sighs through his nose, counting to ten and grounding himself back in this moment. As horrible as he feels about his actions, this arm, right here -- it's not about him and he’s not about to make it about him. He’s not going to make Ballister pretend the arm doesn’t exist. Beside it is something that looking like the upper right part of their chest armor, but thinner and more form fitting, with straps attached to it -- what the arm connects to, Ambrosius guesses, with the straps presumably going across Ballister’s chest and under his left arm to hold the whole thing in place. On the other side is a thin, tiny crystal-like device on a tray. Ambrosius runs a finger along the edge before giving Ballister a hesitant look. Ballister quirks an eyebrow that had Ambrosius nodding, confirming his curiosity.

“That chip reads my brain’s signals, sending it to my arm to make it work like my other one,” Ballister begins. “It's not necessary for the arm to work, but without it, my arm wouldn’t be quite as….” he wiggles his fingers as explanation. Ambrosius nods again, silently urging him on. “It's a hybrid -- electronic and body powered, as well as mind controlled. When it has no charge and the chip isn’t connected, the wires react to movement in my shoulder, which can open and close my hand and- you’re smiling at me.”

“Am I?” Ambrosius asks absently. It's hard not to smile when Ballister gets passionate about something. “Should I stop?”

“No, no, It's just… I missed your smile.” Ballister’s voice dips low enough Ambrosius almost misses it. Clearing his throat, he says, “Anyway…?”

Just another thing they need to talk about eventually. Ambrosius lets it go for now, because he’s worried he’ll get choked up if he gets into it. “How would this even reach your brain?” He asks.

“Well, I cracked my skull open when the ground gave out that night.”

Ambrosius laughs at the unexpected answer. “Oh, of freaking course you would, Bal!”

“Wait- I- That was a joke, obviously I was joking!” Bal gives him an offended look that only makes him laugh again. “It goes in my ear, why would I- why would you think-?”

“That you’d do DIY brain surgery? Because you’re you, Bal. I mean….” Ambrosius gestures to the arm behind him. “I always said if you weren’t so squeamish, in another life, you’d be a mad scientist.”

So—

I specifically wrote Ambrosius with his arm as in a sling to both nod to the moment in the Nimona Graphic Novel this fic based on (where Ballister Blackheart’s arm is in a sling). I specifically gave him a dislocated shoulder because a) you can see his injured arm hanging limply as he approaches Bal after Nimona’s sacrifice, and b) I wanted to give him an injury that didn’t break continuity — his arm clearly being injured after the Director shot him and he was blasted to the ground, but it not being in a sling in the epilogue while Todd’s was

I wrote Bal’s prosthetic as a hybrid — biotic, mind controlled and body powered — instead of just biotic for a couple reasons.

In universe: he DIY’d it himself while on the run from the law, so it doesn’t need to fit solidly into one or the other. Who’s gonna stop him? Insurance coverage? Research funding? Nah, he’s out there probably salvaging parts from abandoned flying cars, he can do whatever he wants with his design

Out of universe/my personal experiences: my mother was in an electric wheelchair nearly the last decade she was alive, and while thing offered her a lot of autonomy, it was also, frankly, a clunker. One time when I was a teenager, we were going down the sidewalk when the battery that powered her chair just fell out.

I remember spending a good ten minutes trying to just pick the thing up to put it back in, it was so heavy. Luckily a nice jogger happened to be running by and stopped to help me lift it, but like. Y’all. When the cheapest electric wheelchair insurance will swing you loses its battery, it does not convert into a manual wheelchair. My mother physically could not move from that spot. Neither of us had good cellphones at the time and anyone we could’ve called wouldn’t get back to us very quickly, so if that jogger hadn’t stopped to help me lift that battery who knows how long we would’ve been stuck there

Since then, whenever I encounter fantasy mobility aids that rely on super high technology or magic or whatever, I just mentally tell myself that it’s a convertible/hybrid model that also functions without electricity/magic/etc or that they totally have a backup readily available just off screen, just because this memory is not a super fun one for me

As for why I specifically had Bal need to charge his arm/likened Bal’s arm charger to a phone charger, it’s because I’ve seen battery prosthetic users with above joint amputations (specifically, admittedly, above the knee amputees) describe charging their prosthetic as being like charging a phone

(Video examples by Alex1leg and Josh Sundquist, both above the knee amputees.)

I specifically took a moment to make Ambrosius unconsciously smile because I love his smile. I love his smiles for Bal. I love that little moment at the beginning of the movie where he tells Bal, “they’re going to love you,” before a smile grows on his face as he says, “like I do” — likes he’s excited and overjoyed he already gets to love Bal and the thought of others loving Bal makes him so happy. I love that moment where, when they see each other for the first time post-chop, when Ambrosius says, “Bal,” you can see his lip quirk up, like Bal’s name is just of of those sounds you can’t make without smiling a little. I love Ambrosius smiling because of Bal

The “chip” was my hand waving how Bal’s prosthetic could balance so well and had such fine motor skills when he’s basically finished DIYing it right before rushing off to the Institute. Many advanced biotic arm prosthetics do use brain scanning to interpret their user’s brain signals. Eh, its the future, if they can include holographic coins when venmoing tips to street musicians, Bal can DIY a neurolink in an alleyway while on the run from the law and probably having a hemoglobin of 3.6. I made it “crystal shaped” to mirror the crystals Nimona left behind after stopping the Director

Also Bal is absolutely feral enough to casually do brain surgery on himself. I just didn’t go that route because his signature finisher in the movie is headbutting people wearing helmets with his bare forehead, and thinking about it too long made my head hurt

Lastly, my favorite bit of characterization from the graphic novel was Blackheart’s love of science (I even specifically referenced Nimona shapeshifting into Blackheart and shouting “SCIENCE” in a set of notes I took for my friend for our cell bio class), and while I love the movie I am a little sad they didn’t lean into it. The “in another lifetime” line is a blatant reference to the epilogue of the graphic novel

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I guess my “journey” started in elementary school — I would draw pictures and tell admittedly impressively sequential stories about them. My mother would transcribed these stories, stable them together, and show my teachers, who in turns told me I should become a published author one day. I wasn’t sold on it at the time, admittedly (I’m dyslexic and I was bitter about it as a kid), but all the adults around me figured I’d either go into healthcare or become a writer (my peers figured I’d either cure all disease one day or become the next Jack the Ripper, so make of that what you will).

(spoilers, I'm going with both)

(the healthcare/writer thing, to clarify. Not the scientist/serial killer thing)

My first degree was in English/Creative Writing, and I worked as a journalist for a couple years. I’ve even got a couple poems and a short story published in small magazines.

My mental health took a dive after some personal loses, including the death of a beloved irl writing partner, combined with a shitty work schedule (listen if your job promises only 35 hours a week but actually has you working 50 across five days, not including travel, with promises of punishment if you call out and refuses to offer part time, run), so I haven’t had the motivation to publish anything original lately. I’m hoping once I’ve got my second degree in nursing, I’ll be able to land a job that lets me survive off of three day work weeks, so I’ll have time to focus on poems and novels (I don't care if my work days are long, as long as I enjoy what I do and can get them out of the way as soon as possible)

For now, I’ve dedicated myself to my fanfics (instant gratification upon publication babay)

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

If you can’t tell, I overthink as many small details as I can lol. I try to plot my stories out in advance and research things in advance. This part of the process does lead me to procrastinating often, though — I’ll plot the entire thing meticulously, tell myself, “wow that was a lot of work,” then I won’t touch the story again for weeks. The thing is, once I do start writing, I let myself have freedom — the characters and plot will go where they go whether I want them to or not, so I don’t try to fight it. If there’s a specific bit of dialogue or action that I want, I’ll write that part of the story first and hope the before bits don’t go too off track to get there smoothly

I’m also the worst as guessing what my word count will be — it’ll either be half as much or twice as much as predicted and I won’t be able to tell you what the word count will be until it’s ready to go live

[the-firebird69]

It was in the process of taking over the Barnum baily circus we're going to use the efforts of people like BJ BG Trump and others trying to take it over still and right now is trying to take it back and we're going to continuously harass people for it is there as they do is there harassing George and others Non-Stop and of course we'll be taking people. It's true too this Johnny Reema Lord then got our son really bad for just a few years no it's less than a year he we've taken over almost everything because of him including below Tommy f is shocked he's unproductive. Max says he made a mistake because he did and it's his frontal lobe it's not really complaining it's George who did the surgery but George did the surgery because Mac was harassing him and others, it's really their responsibility and they failed and he says it's his game to fail at and we say that's good it's not really and you don't belong to the game because you're a loss and you messed up society in a big way you're wrong the whole time and you admit it now it doesn't help you at all but really this is what your life is all about getting shot and shooting people.

We're going to take the circus over Lock stock and girl because then I don't play around afterwards saying I'll never hire him for anything he meant it too and our son said and you're fired. He added it's our place not yours. Then I don't got up and said tonight won't maintain it I said that's why we're going to fire you boy are you easy. He left that I guess you're right that's stupid so we begin harassing him cuz we realize that he's a lous in a moron in a low life you people down here for some reason I've turned into gutteral idiot John remillard let me know why but you're turning into him for real you're going to be a bum in the park and we are going to take everything from you everything that's left I guess that's everything that's not bolted down right everything else we own. They're trying though it's just doing now our son says you want a cart him off to DC still I just want to do that so were going to bury it with sand. Max says we can't do that so I guess Tom Cruise's vision is over in kaput and all that stuff that's terrible but you know we really do what we want now there are no adults among you Mac Daddy to be adult supervision. So Mac admits are all kind of soft and it doesn't do much. Mom is a rebel because she's stuck with an animal physically and it's gross she doesn't care about DC it's like probably a worse nightmare so like Powerless stuck in it. No Dee doesn't have many people left at all and neither do the vampires but they're stronger than you assholes even these clans especially her sons, other one could get big and move one of those 100s with a few of them. But Tommy f when Giant you're like fat pushers with your Hawaiian kid. Tommy f calls him useless occasionally it has a temper then they say wait a minute where are you it says oh yeah I can't do that either damn it but now he's going to go ballistic and say you're going to be this child pile of s*** over there bothering people and taken over by John rebelord. All over for you soon. I'm going to take over mad magazine and put episodes in there of what you're doing it's ridiculous it's one way to get an answer to Katya is willing to start it off and you're willing to believe. Neil adamiak was the first issue. And bja of course will be in there stuck to the pole, still. We have a full day coming up but this is a good idea to start this up again and to put stories of you idiots in it you came down here to harass her son call act like John remillard and he can show it we can show famous people doing it and getting killed and stuff, can you say it's just going to push you and we use it.

We don't feel dead for what you're doing you little kids but we taking advantage of it it's fun taking over and we're going to take over the government and I'm going to try and move to DC.

Right now there's a war war waging at the tap Root. It's a huge War and there are probably 7 to 8,000 octillion at each one each hour fill in there and then and that's from topside it closes the same number or less and here in the Gulf of Mexico they're losing 10 times that an hour is a huge War over those machines. And over this area they all say they could do that with Giants. And yeah America's using this you from DC are John rebelord against you. Everyone is competing for the plan here, even if they go to Australia or New Zealand they plan to run it from there and we are experiencing a lot of people trying to get here now a lot of warlock and he's chocolate a fleet comes off each time and they don't want to but it does and evacuated last night down the rivers tune in about 700 octillion vessels outside 300,000 octillion people yes. And the mining of the diamonds has stopped the only guy in a few twenties out and that said each location and it haulted. It's not really depressing from that now no. It's a giant War here and it's increasing in ferocity.

This morning there's more going on a huge huge effort is now in place to stop the marlock, it's Giant it's either a future disappearing they see the be Jr stuff not doing anything at all except whityling them away. There are fun too many people bothering our son and all the time to with their stupid pesky s***. So we're going to fix it and it is the morlock with a bunch of ninis. Going on the warpath and it's because they were ringing everything. And yes they are blasphemous but with regards to operational things and regards to them doing it wrong and it's horrible for the macs terrible and there are too many bombs. They moved out about half of them and the other half is coming out now out of Port Charlotte and punta Gorda and we mean devices today they're moving to remove all of these warlock from the neighborhood and the towns but the neighborhood last night they pulled out and they had 150 remaining they pulled 50 out lock stock and barrel. Out of the 100 that remain they wish to pull out 50 more today and think that it's not that aggressive because those clans are dwindling and they'll put it into it and that they'll fight each other and that's true they will fight each other.

It's a plan and they're going ahead with it and it will only weaken these mor lock. We decided that it's worthwhile to keep track of them it was damn lucky we did and too Duke Nukem Blockbuster needs to be rewarded. Just had to sit and watch them for a long time everybody has this idiots are such nasty people I want them out of my life forever he's having stuck to him and they're kind of such a useless fag. They're also evacuating and that is in addition to them getting kicked out of the neighborhood many who are kicked out and decided just to leave oh this is and to go establish themselves and try and grow while the others are getting their asses kicked and some might leave on their own like BG did sort of. There's a huge number of them getting up to exit believe it or not and last night another quarter of them left so half the ones that were here for a long time left so far after last night. And mostly there clans that are not really huge a funeral was a good size still and they left for the islands and today is no different the one's getting asked to leave the neighborhood of coming to the islands for revenge and stuff against both. Lots of the others trying to get here it's a mix like three quarter leaves and quarter tries to get here and some different people so by the end of today will probably left with roughly 100 more luck houses and 200 of what they had we occupied by Max and us and some other races of s, and some will be us. Is that 100 remaining it looks pretty good to us and we want it and we're competing over the 200 all the time and it forces the idiots out it looks like Ben Arnold and back and trying to point it out and they got screwed by doing it. It's Thursday but they're big happening and they're taking stuff and leaving and Jason wants to share it's increasing his activities and he is being sought by a special warrant for it his people are being captured and questions and killed all over Earth but all the morlok ar when you're going after his very hard. After Time The War of the worlds will be pushed to begin right now it's going kind of slow but our son was mentioning oil is plasma it is a form of plasma it needs to refined and when you refine it you're not finding it to gas you'll be pulling the plasma out and the plasma is clear and it's what makes the oil gooey and it does come out during the refining process and clear too and there are big stores of it and usually people buy it for products and he knows how to get it and where to get it and plans to that's why he was an oil. It's an evil plan but the weapon can pour through Stone faster than me anything at all and he wants to use it to threaten the core and other it doesn't affect Thorium a certain power level. A lot of people are moving on it and was trying to get the weapon and he's fighting a lot of people and the ships will start coming down and he told them to burn them, they do. So far not one his father to anyone's custody and see it discharge and it's incredible to them.

Thor Freya

[lovelyiida2]

MHA GUYS HAVING CRUSHES ON ROCK STAR READER—

INCLUDES: DEKU, BAKUGO, TODOROKI, IIDA, KIRISHIMA, DENKI

WARNING: vulgar language, fluff, cringey shit ig, passing out, yandere themes, minor spelling errors, mentions of masterbation

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 4.4K

IZUKU MIDORIYA—

In all his years he never thought he’d see you in concert.

So he might’ve fainted a little when you made eye contact with him.

“Midoriya, are you alright?”

“Y-yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?”

Deku was not alright, in fact, he’s terrified.

As a reward for the whole class doing so well on their written exams, Aizawa and All Might made a plan to take them out to a concert of their choosing.

Deku never thought the class would choose your act, knowing how underground you were it might’ve been a last resort due to how cheap the tickets were. But none the less he was thankful of the choosing.

But he didn’t expect them to get all VIP backstage fan passes. He didn’t think he’d be meeting you in the flesh and now he is.

You’re known to the public as (stagename), and he discovered you around a year ago. With you being the same age as him, he instantly got into your music. And you were just like how he used to be, quirkless. So he could heavily relate to your music big time.

He’d always wanted to go to one of your concerts but never had enough money to do so, but now he’s meeting you in person at his first ever concert? It feels like he’s dreaming!

And the concert? It was everything he dreamt of, your stage presence was immaculate and the crowd was going ballistic. You even pointed him out in the crowd and he maybe screamed like a girl.

It was all fun in games until it was time to go backstage…

Waiting in the long VIP line, he was very nervous to meet someone who he heavily looked up to and understood. It felt as if he was looking to a mirror, a much prettier one though.

“I think he’s just nervous, he’s meeting his celebrity crush after all~” Bakugo teases. “S-she’s not my celebrity crush! I’m just a fan of her music…”

Deku was last among the class to meet her, every time they’d life the black curtain he’d see just a glimpse of your smiling face. He can’t do this…

“Next!”

“Oh shit!” He whispers to himself.

Unveiling the black curtain he steps in to see you. Your hair placed in all the right places, makeup dark yet glittery complementing your beautiful (color) eyes, matching with your black top corset and leathery pants.

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t walk, the next thing he knew he was going down and his vision faded to black.

Waking up a couple minutes later, he finds himself in another room. Must me the first aid office.

Looking around he begins to realize why he’s here, “oh no, I passed out!” He screams in embarrassment, palms slapping his face.

He just had to pass out in that moment, why couldn’t he have done this after he met you, like on the other side of the curtain in front of his friends?

He was in deep thought into he hears a soft knock on the door. Thinking it was the rest of the class he gets up and opens the door with a deep sigh, only looking up to see your worried face.

Eyes widening he jumps back in shock, “oh my god!”

“Are you alright? You hit your head pretty hard a while back ago” you say. Blushing hardly he sits back down on the bed. “Y-yes I’m alright, thank you for asking.”

“Might I know why you came to meet me tonight? Besides coming to see my play of course” you chuckle.

Still in a bit of shock at your presence, he stumbles a bit. “W-well…you’re amazing! I got into your music last autumn and I just couldn’t let go. I heavily related to you because I used to not be quirkless–“

“You used to be quirkless?” you question, eyes squinting in confusion. “Oh! Quirk transaction?” He says, you nod in understatement.

“I used to be heavily bullied for not having a quirk, I almost contemplated on…not being alive for some time. But your music made it feel less painful, and I thank you for that…” he smiles, teary eyed you embrace him in a tight hug.

“When it comes to people like you, this is what it’s all about” you muffled into his shoulder. Pulling away, Deku looks at your close, they were casual pj’s.

“How long have I been out?” He asked, “about 2 hours.”

“Oh no!” Deku jumps from his seat but you pull him back down. “Don’t worry, me and the staff treated them to a meal, I didn’t forget about you either” you laugh pulling out two bags of food.

The rest of the time there was filed with a comfortable feeling, he felt like he’s known you for years and you too felt the same.

He told you how he got his quirk through All Might, and you promised not to tell anyone in response. Finishing his meal he starts to get ready to leave, you grab his arm and take out a sharpie.

“Here, if you want to text me sometime and talk about your journey. I’ll be your number one fan and you’ll be mine.” Looking at his arm, he sees you wrote your number on there.

Blushing he smiles, “y-yeah, I like the sound of that!”

BAKUGO KATSUKI—

As cool as everyone thinks Bakugo is, he’d loose his shit for you.

He’d fight for you even

Him and his friends were able to get front row tickets to your rock show this year. And deep down inside, Bakugo was loosing his shit.

He got into your music about a month or two ago, and became addicted to it.

During break? Listening to you.

Training at the gym? Listening to you.

Sometimes going to sleep? Listening to you.

You were a heavy part of his daily routine, and he couldn’t have it any other way. So when he find out about the concert you’d be having here, he was on the ticket website 3 hours before the tickets dropped. He wanted to go alone, but Kirishima could tell when Bakugo was lying and now the rest of them were tagging along.

Him and his friends were able to get front row seats easily, just because of how underground you were. And they got soundcheck tickets as well.

The rest of the squad had to listen to her music some weeks before the concert so that they could be prepared. Bakugo wanted to call them fake fucking fans, but he’s going to have a good time if they’re there or not.

The day of sound check was here and he was excited to finally meet you. Sitting in the front row as you casually sang in your casual clothing. Bakugo was having a great time.

It was until it was time to speak to the fans.

“How are we guys doing today? I foot kinda hurts but I think I’ll be fine if I don’t jump around too much” you chuckle.

“Crippled bitch!”

At first you were taken aback by the comment but you laughed nodding in agreement. Which made the rest of the crowd laugh, including Bakugo.

Answering some of the fans comments you speak again, “okay well about that topic, I’m gonna be coming back with some music again later this year–“

The crowd roars in excitement at your revealing of new music, but after it died down the same voice screamed.

“Keep it!” Look for the voice you awkwardly laugh. This time Bakugo didn’t laugh seeing how clearly uncomfortable you were.

“So I wanted to loose a couple of pounds–“

“Fat bitch!”

Looking for the voice again you frown, the crowd began to look for them too as people began to boo in protest.

That’s when Bakugo snapped.

Usuing his quirk, he shot into the air and began to find the person. Looking around he sees and man in a black hoodie snickering to himself, spotting him he crashes down onto his body and puts him into a choke hold.

“Say that shit again you fucking freak of nature!” He screamed. The man begins to beg for mercy as he starts to become red and loose air.

“Security!” You screamed through your mic, people start to scream around Bakugo and the man for help. Soon security came and ripped him off of the anonymous man, cursing in anger he was brought back stage to some back room.

About an hour later, you walk into the room with a frown on your face. Looking up at your face, a small blush is peppered on his cheeks.

“You know that using your quirk in public spaces in widely prohibited unless proven otherwise by ID? Especially at my place like my concert? You could’ve got someone severely hurt with a quirk like that!” You frown.

“Who are you the police?” He grumbles. “No, I’m someone with common fucking sense!”

“Well I wasn’t gonna sit there and let that guy get away with hurting your feelings! You’re everything opposite of what that guy said you were. You’re not fat, you’re music isn’t bad it’s fucking amazing! You might be crippled—but none the less you’re god damn amazing…” he confesses.

You sigh, “thank you.”

Reaching out in your pocket you grab a pen and write your number on a piece of pepper. Handing it to him he smirks, “what’s this for?” He spat.

“Contact me the day after tomorrow, we have to kick you out for that little stunt you pulled. So your tickets have been canceled. Show up to the back gate and you and your friends can watch my show from backstage” you smile.

Bakugo smiles back and grabs your hand to shake it, “anything for you (stage name).”

Bowing the both of you split paths, Bakugo shortly meets the rest of his friends outside of the concert venue.

“You got us fucking kicked out!” Sero says. “You couldn’t be yourself for five minutes?” Mina says.

Ignoring them he begins to walk away.

“Fucking worth it.”

IIDA TENYA—

It’s past his bed time

Why is he even out with his friends at this concert anyways?

Oh well there’s you :)

“We could get in trouble for this!” Iida screams.

The rest of his friends hush him.

“Todoroki got us front row tickets!” Ochaco gushes quietly.

“We’re not passing up on this opportunity, hate to break it to you” Tsuyu says.

“We’ll only be gone for like 3 hours and we’ll be right back at the dorms!” Deku says, “please just side with us this one time…”

Todoroki looks at Iida, tickets in hand.

Currently all five of them were sitting at their lunch table in excitement over the concert they’ll be sneaking out to go to tonight.

“And how will we get back inside? The front and back doors are locked” Iida says. “I asked MoMo for a favor, so she’ll be helping us out” Todoroki says.

Cursing to himself he sighs in defeat, “fine, but if we get caught–“

The table begins to cheer in excitement.

Rolling his eyes he takes a ticket from Todoroki’s hand and reads it.

(STAGENAME) FIRST CONCERT 8PM-10PM FRONT ROW TICKET

SEAT: 11-A

Later into the evening, Iida decided to research you’re music. He found out you’re about a year older than him and yet you’re so popular.

Genre: Rock

Oh god, he hated rock.

Well he didn’t hate hate rock, but just didn’t prefer it like everyone else did. He knew from then it was going to be a very long night.

After sneaking out, the group finally managed to get seated without being affected by Iida’s pessimistic bantering.

As the light began to dim, loud music began to blast through the speakers. Instead of staying seated, everyone began to jump from their seat.

For most of the concert, Iida wasn’t having a good time. He just sat and looked at the rest of his friends, occasionally they’d try and get him to stand but he wouldn’t budge. Soon, you start to look in the crowd and spot Iida.

“It look like someone isn’t having a good time!” Pointing to the crowd Iida jumps up from his seat trying to quickly blend into the crowd. You laugh, jumping from the stage fans begin to rush towards you but security got there just in time to guard them off.

As you continued to sing your song you walked slowly over to him and sat him back down in his seat. Climbing onto the chair you’re face to face with him. Eyes seductive you continue for the rest of your song whilst he’s in a blushing mess, hands in his face.

Finishing the song you whispered in is ear, “you’re lucky I like squares or you would’ve been kicked the fuck out.” Jumping back onto stage you continue the concert as planned. Iida finally stood with the rest of the crowd as well.

Something else was standing as well but he had to excuse it until he could fix it later…

After some uncomfortable moments of silence on the bus and agonizing rope burn marks from climbing to the second floor window.

Iida was back in his bed and instantly collapsed.

Maybe the rock music isn’t that bad…

SHOTO TODOROKI—

Todoroki was an undercover super fan

Let’s say he got some rare “backstage” tickets.

To say Todoroki wasn’t obsessed with you was an understatement, he was infatuated with you.

He accidentally found out about you through Denki and Sero.

It was a normal day at the dorm, Todoroki sitting by himself on the couch reading a book. Constantly distracted by the squeals of Denki and Sero at the kitchen table.

Closing his book, he walks over to them to politely ask them to shut the fuck up.

“Excuse me, but can’t you guys quiet down a little?” Slight irritation in his tone, he asks politely. “Yeah man, just one more video” Sero says.

Looking over at his computer screen, Todoroki stands in awe.

Seeing you on the screen, you were jumping, dancing, singing into the mic. Your beauty captivated him and strangled him by the throat.

Looking down at the title of the YouTube video he stares at it for a long time remembering to Dave it in his head for later.

(STAGENAME) PREFORMS HIT SONG: “XXXX”

(STAGE NAME) VEVO • 267K subscribers

800K VIEWS

Researching more into you, he found out the both of you were the same age. Where your hometown is, your zodiac sign. Hell, even your quirk.

He didn’t want to call it an obsession, but he began to buy all of your merchandise and binge your music. Even bought a limited edition single signed by you.

He even found out in a past interview that with your quirk you were supposed to go to UA to become a pro hero, but your career took off so you missed the entry exam on purpose.

Todoroki could’ve met you?

It angered him for a moment, why didn’t you show up? It’s not like you had a full on concert to go to that day.

If you were here he could’ve said so much to you, maybe even asked you out. Then once he did that maybe the both of you could’ve had a long term relationship. Proposed to you on graduation day maybe, have a kid or two some years later…

Things could’ve been perfect, but that’s the problem.

They weren’t.

So imagine how he felt when he found out you were performing near him? He couldn’t control himself when he first found out he hand to handle some issues later into the night.

He made sure to tell the rest of the class he was needed back home for this night specifically and would be back in the morning so there would be no confusion.

He’d be lying if he didn’t think he’d miss his friends now that he’s going to be spending the rest of his life with you.

He asked his father for some money, but he became skeptical and decided to stop pestering him about it. With no money, how was he going to have his divine intervention with you?

Sneak in of course!

It was fairly easy since the venue was outside. Wearing a black hoodie he goes around backstage looking for you. Going into a random room, he spots you putting your makeup on, all alone.

“Yes?” You say softly.

Your beauty taking him over my the minute, you have to be his.

Now Todoroki could put his plan into action. Before this encounter, he made sure to bring ductape, a knife, some rope, and a needle, and he made sure to take out most of his savings to buy a car and soon your new forever home.

Not one beat was out of place, all he needed was you.

“H-hi, I’m here because there’s a slight mishap out side with your tour bus?” He stutters.

“Um well, I’m not necessarily a mechanic? You can find my manger for that…”

Fuck, think Todoroki!

“Well it’s your luggage (stagename)”

Sighing, you stand waiting for him to lead the way. Todoroki comes up close behind you and point the life to your back. “Make no noise, or I’ll take you out right here” he whispers.

Shaking nervously you walk out to the back parking lot. Taking your luggage out the tour bus, he leads you to a silver car. Opening the trunk you put your luggage in.

Tears slide from your cheeks as you sit inside the car. Todoroki sits in the drivers seat, about to start the car. Someone races up to your door, and slams on it.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” They exclaimed. It’s your manager, thank gods.

Todoroki curses under his breath.

“I’ll do the speaking” Todoroki whispers.

Rolling down your widow, you face the manger quickly wiping your tears. “What the bell do you think you’re doing?” They say.

“I-I’m just meeting with an old friend!” You say.

“You’re meeting with an old friend 30 minutes before the show in your seatbelt?” They say.

“Y-yes! Safety first you know how I am with that” you chuckle nervously. He told you not to talk, knife twisting gently into the side your stomach you wince in fear.

You manager stays quiet for a moment, “well is it’s not too much trouble old friend, she needs to go and preform.”

Todoroki sighs, unlocking the door you jump from your seat and into your managers arms. Not even bothering to close the door the both of them walk away quickly.

Shutting the door for you, he drops off your luggage by the bus and drives off. At least he has a new car right?

Driving into the student parking lot, he looks over to your seat, you forgot your hoodie…

White and sparkly he picks it up and takes it with him. Walking into the dorms, he sees the usuals night owl that Denki is making a snack in the kitchen.

“Dude, it’s like 9PM, I thought you went to your dads?” He says.

“No, I was able to come back instead of spending the night…” he sighs. Denki looks down at the white hoodie, “hey, you know (stagename) has that same hoodie?” He says.

Todoroki thinks quickly, “oh, I got this for my mom at some store, visiting her tomorrow.” Quickly walking away from Denki, he finally crashes into his bed.

Denki was still in confusion at his sudden actions, but payed no mind to it.

Todoroki didn’t find out until the next day on a fan site he follows that you broke into tears mid song. He didn’t like seeing you cry know it was his fault. Snuggling into your hoodie, he thinks to himself.

‘Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll be back to wipe those tears away…’

EJIRO KIRISHIMA—

“You’re cute”

“You’re cute”

“Want my number?”

“Hell yeah”

“I could be at home, in my bed, snuggling with my plushie right now…”

“Well sadly we don’t fucking care” Bakugo spits.

Standing in the long line at your concert, Kirishima didn’t even know what you looked like, nor cared about you music enough.

Mina dragged him and Bakugo here so that they could meet up with Sero and Denki to have a quoted “best night ever!!!” As so Mina texted in the group chat.

How did everyone know who you were besides Kirishima? They couldn’t at least let him listen to your music in advance before forcing him to buy the damn ticket.

Stomach growling, he curses.

Or getting something to eat!

“Alright I’m gonna go get a hot dog”

Walking out of the line he walks up to nearest stand in a hurry. Too busy blinded by hunger, he crashes into you someone, slamming them into the ground.

“Well fuck! Lay off the weights you sumo wrestler.”

You say too winded by shock to stand, Kirishima gasps and helps you up.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I was just so hungry and–“

“Don’t worry, I get it!” You say patting yourself off.

“Are you here to see (stagename) ass well?”

“If I had the choice to I wouldn’t, I mean what’s the hype around them anyways!” He says. You laugh at his comments.

“I know that’s just your hunger talking so I’ll let it slide, be lucky that it was me you said it to. Unless you would’ve had a whole angry mob around you,” you laugh.

Later into the surprisingly long hotdog line you grew impatient.

“You alright?” He asks.

“Yeah it’s just—the show starts in 20 minutes and I still have my hotdog” you chuckle nervously.

“Here!” Shoving five dollars in his hand you begin run off.

Kirishima grabs your hand before you could, “you’re cute.”

“You’re cute”

“You want my number?”

“Hell yeah” you breathed.

Reaching for his phone he shows you his number and you pull out your phone and copy the contact info it. “Thanks!” You then sprint towards the venue.

Chuckling at your sudden movements you continues standing, waiting for solo out hot dogs.

Later after he was seated, pissed he got no hotdog, he had to get a pickle instead. The lights dim and the show begins.

Kirishima stares at the stage in boredom, only to choke on his pickle at the sigh of you on it.

Looking in the crowd you wink at him, he smiles back in shock.

“I just got that girls number at the hotdog station!” He screams to Bakugo, “like hell you could!” He screams back over the blaring music.

But he did though :(

Later after the show, he goes back to the dorms giddy and texts you.

You were about to be late for you own show for a hotdog?

It took about 20 minutes later for your response. Sitting in your tour bus, bath towel in hand you chuckle at his text.

Oh shut the fuck up…

And I see you used my five bucks for a fucking pickle, I should sue you. You owe me back big time.

Smirking to himself he types out another message.

And how should I repay you?

You know how <3

Well then, it’s a date…

DENKI KAMINARI—

“You need a guitar guy?”

You were frantic, scared, nervous.

You’re guitar player got into a car accident last minute before your show started. How the hell were you supposed to get someone before your gig in the next 30 minutes?

You didn’t know wether or not you be scared for your injured guitar man, or for your career. Should you go in acapella? You were too cocky to go in acapella, which meant you knew you’d mess up on accident easily. There were too many factors riding on your career. This show was your biggest yet! You couldn’t have no fucking guitar player.

Just in your luck, Denki doesn’t know his way around the venue and somehow stumbles backstage looking for the bathroom :)

“Hey, do you know where the bathroom is by any chance?” He says, you slowly turn around and give him a death stare. “Or maybe—not?” He nervously chuckles before backing away. “Are you alright there?”

“Does it look like I’m fine? My guitar man just got into a freak accident and there’s no one here who knows how to play!” You scream.

Denki’s eyes widen, “well I know how to play, what songs do you have in mind?” He says. Turning away from him your handle duffle frantically for a moment before pulling out a folder form your bag. Slapping the folder on his chest you huff. “Learn these songs off of the sheet music in 20 minutes!” You then run away leaving him all alone.

‘Okay, okay, shouldn’t be that hard’ he thought to himself.

It took him some time to get all the songs right but it all seemed pretty easy to him by the time the 20 minutes were up. Hearing loud clicking of heels he looks up to see you in a whole new attire. “Woah, you look smokin” he says. “Did you learn all the songs or what?” You spat, he nods his head handing the sheet music back to you. Grabbing his head you lead him on stage, crowd cheering at the sigh of your face.

Too bad he didn’t realize he learnt your opening song in a whole different key. You were pissed at first but then you realize, it kind of worked, the crowd didn’t seem to notice but you and your band mates.

Carrying on out into the night you finish the show off successfully. Cheering off the stage you punch Denki in the arm, “don’t pull that shit again! You did good though” you chuckle.

“Again?” He asks, “well I got the news that my other player won’t be let out the hospital for a month, do you want to go on tour with us?” You asked. Denki jumps in excitement at your offer, pulling you into your embrace.

“Can I? I’d love too!” He screams, you into his chest happy at his response. And from then on, he went the rest of the tour by your side, eventually replacing your old guitar player.

Then the both of you developed feelings for each other and because boyfriend and girlfriend—and just maybe got married six years later…

I was rushing a little bit because I need to do some shit done soon. This one has A LOT OF WORDS. But all the less I hope you all loved it!

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selfless| ryan atwood

summary| ryan seems to keep getting into trouble revolving around you so you decide to leave orange county, however, ryan has the same mind set.

note| I’m still in season 1 of the O.C. and even though I know Luke leaves and he isn’t really a villain, I need a bad guy for the story so I’m using Luke.

    “Oh my God Y/N!” As the officer help you from the back of the police car, wrapped in blankets, wet and shaking uncontrollably you fall into the first pair of arms to grab you. your boyfriend, ryan atwood. 

When you had decided to attend a private prep school across the country for your junior year, you hadn’t intended to fall for your host families foster son however here you were. apart of the cohen family. 

From the adjacent driveway marissa and summer stood in shock watching as there somewhat friend froze in his arms. And the question raining over everyone mind... what had happened. 

“Y/N, you’re freezing.” Ryan states the obvious as his hold tighten in an attempt to warm her up. As the scene unfolds the lifted truck of marissa’s boyfriend luke pulls up and he moves to marissa’s side, watching in guilt as you practically can’t stand on your own. 

“She needs to get warm as soon as possible, a hot bath and then warm blankets, you need to get her body heat back.” The officer explains to Sandy and Kristen who are at Ryan’s and your side along with Seth, who for a second went to try and help Ryan hold you up however decided against it when he saw the look on his ‘brothers’ face. ‘Will do officer, thank you.” “We’ll be in contact in the morning to learn more about what happened but get her inside first, if her body heat doesn’t go up in the morning, she’ll need to go to the hospital.” 

“Where were you?” Your voice was small and Ryan almost missed it as Sandy removed you from his hold, picking you up to get you into the house quicker. “Y/N what are you talking about?” Ryan questions rushing after Sandy. “The pier, you didn’t come.. Luke he dropped me off-” Ryan had texted you before to cancel as something with Seth had come up and he knew you would understand, however, he now realized that your phone wasn’t on you... You had forgotten it at the house and hadn’t gotten the text. At the mention of Luke his head snaps in the direction of the Cooper house and as he made eye contact, Luke turns away in guilt. Marissa put the piecing together... No, when they arrived to drop you at the pier and Luke offered to walk you to where you were meant to meet Ryan, he didn’t hand you off to Ryan, he had pushed you into the water as a joke... no knowing you couldn’t swim nor that the water was freezing temperatures. 

Even with your consciousness was fading in and out, you were so sensitive to the heat around you that you could feel Ryan’s body moving from besides you. With your remaining strength you reach out to grab a hold of Ryan’s sleeve, stopping him in his tracks. “Ryan don’t.” “Y/N, he could’ve killed you.” He gritted threw his teeth, attempting to keep his anger from boiling over. “Ryan that isn’t important right now, we need to get her inside... Do not go over there.” Sandy voice came out as a threat. He was putting his foot down. They would deal with Luke when you were taken care of, which you weren’t at the moment still shivering in Sandy’s arms. Ryan stops, staring at you and Sandy for a moment, before shaking his head in ‘sorry’ and rushing off down the driveway in the direction of Marissa’s house. “Ryan!” Sandy yells after him, Kristen stepping in quickly. “Sandy we need to get her inside, Seth go with Ryan.” She meditates the situation. She knows well that Seth isn’t going to be able to stop Ryan, however, you needed to get taken inside. Ryan fighting Luke again or you possibly getting hypothermia... hypothermia wins. 

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“Dropping the charges? Are you being serious Y/N? He could’ve killed you.” Seth was going ballistic that morning at you sat at the kitchen island drinking hot chocolate against your will... you needed something warm and hot chocolate was better than coffee, but still wasn’t your drink of choice. “He didn’t know the water was that cold or that I couldn’t swim plus if I drop the charges against him, he won’t go after Ryan.” You mumble back as you pull the sleeves of your sweatshirt over your hands, still colder than usual. Seth scoffs looking to his dad for help, who was standing off to the side reading the morning news paper. “Dad, a little help here.” Sandy looks up, “I’ve already tired, Seth.” He replies in defeat and then at the sound of the sliding doors opening, the kitchen falls silent as Ryan enters the kitchen. Ryan’s eyes quickly fall to you, but yours just as quickly fall away suddenly becoming very interested in your mug of hot coco. It was visible that he got into a fight, you often question if he’s truly from Chino because every time he fights with Luke, Luke somehow ends up winning and Ryan comes out with more damage. “I’ll drive today.” Ryan pipes up, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that was waying on the kitchen. “Yes, and we should get going before the pressures of awkwardness crush us all.” Seth jumps at the opportunity. “It’s just gonna be you two today, I have to take Y/N to the doctors.” Sandy explains as Ryan lags waiting for you to join him and Seth. “Doctors? Are you okay?” Ryan’s concern is obvious from his tone. “I’m fine.” You mumble before Sandy speaks again. “It’s just to make sure her body heat is stable and back to normal, nothing serious.” “I’m coming with.” Ryan demands, dropping his backpack from his shoulder. “No you’re not. You’re going to school. After last night you’re lucky you’re even still here.” Sandy snapped, he was right. If Luke pressed charges Ryan would be taken from the Cohen’s and put back in juvie.. and it would’ve been all your fault. 

“Sandy?” The tone of your voice made his head snap in your direction. You sat in the passengers seat as Sandy drove back to the house after the doctors. You were okay, you’ve just caught a small cold and were now on antibiotics. Not to serious. “I wanna go back home. I’ll finish the year back home.” Shock over took Sandy’s face. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Y/N finals are coming up, you’ll have to repeat the whole year if you transfer back now. What about summer, I thought you were staying to go on vacation with us this year? You felt tears form in your eyes and it didn’t go unnoticed to the man sitting besides you. “Ryan could’ve gone to jail last night because of me. Everything bad he’s done since I’ve gotten here as been because of me. I’m not good for him, I’m going to ruin his life. I have to leave.” Sandy signs as he pulls into the driveway of the house you’ve called home for the past year. “You two are insufferable.” He mumbles and you look at him confused, what does he mean by that? Sandy sighs again, debating on weather to tell you or not. “Last night I went to talk to Ryan and he was packing a bag. He was planning on running away last night because he’s ‘causing trouble in your life’, the two of you are selfless with each other. You want to leave because you feel like you cause trouble for him, Ryan thinks the same thing about you Y/N.” Your jaw hung as Sandy spilled the secret from the night before. Ryan was going to give his life up for you. So that you could live a drama free life with the Cohen’s minus him of course. “Why is he such a dumbass?” You seriously ask, which makes Sandy chuckle. “I’m sure he’s say the same thing about you. Y/N, Ryan needs someone like you in his life. I promise I’m not bullshiting you when I say he’s the happiest I’ve seen him since you’ve come here.” “I can’t ruin his life Sandy. Even if someone is happy if someone is ruining everything else in that persons life, the happiest isn’t worth it, is it?” “Y/N, I can’t stop you from leaving, but think on it. At least talk to him.” 

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“Ryan, can we talk?” Your voice and the knock on his open door spooked him as he laid staring at his ceiling. It wasn’t abnormal for you to come to the pool house at night to see him. It wasn’t abnormal for you to sleep in the pool house with him just like it wasn’t abnormal for him to sleep in your bedroom inside of the main house. In the beginning Kristen and Sandy tried to stop it from happening, however as time progressed and a pregnancy hasn’t occurred it’s just become normal for one of your beds to be empty at night. The sound of your voice had spooked him as you haven’t spoken more than a few sentences to him since his brawl with Luke. “Yeah, totally.” Ryan shot up, sitting on the side of his bed as you closed the door behind you and joined him on the bed with a large space between you. Strange. The two of you are normally attached at the hip while around each other. It wasn’t something you two did on purpose, most of the time you don’t realize you’re as close until it’s pointed out by a third party. Ryan clears his throat, not liking the silence hanging in the air between your two. “Are you alright?” He questioned noticing you still swearing a sweatshirt even in orange county’s early May weather. Then it hits him, jealously at the notice of the sweatshirt being Seth’s. he ignores it, looking away from the sweatshirt and moving to your face. You’re not looking at him and he feels it in his chest. Pain. You finally nod, “Just a cold, I’m on antibiotics for like 2 weeks.” You explain not going into more detail than needed before letting the silence fall again. 

“I might be going back home.” Ryan’s head snaps so face that you’re surprised his neck didn’t break. “What?” “You don’t have to runaway, I’m most likely going back home after final exams.” Ryan was dumbfounded, A by your confession and B by the fact that Sandy told you about his antics. Ryan goes to speak, however he stops himself, shakes his head and changes what he was going to say. Realization hitting him as his conversation with Sandy from the night before spilling into his mind. “We’re being ridiculous.” Confusion covers your face as he continues, “Just the other night you were here saying you were planning on staying in orange county for the next year and now you want to leave just because I fought Luke, who could’ve killed you might I add!” He was now on his feet. Anger and desperation slipping into his tone. “Ryan you could’ve gone to jail because of fighting Luke and that would’ve been my fault! How did you expect me to live with that if that happened?” “You would’ve gone on and been more concentrated on school and go on to continue to live with the Cohen’s-” “If I go back home I’ll be concentrated on school and you wouldn’t have to leave the life you built-” “Y/N you hate your mom!” Silence falls again and regret covers Ryan’s face but he continues with his point, only now talking instead of screaming. “If you go back home you’re not going to go to art school cause your mom won’t let you. You’ve said it before Y/N you’re mother is suffocating, I can’t put you back in that position.” “Ryan all you have is the Cohen’s.-” “They’re all you have too, Y/N.” You both stop speaking and you feel the tears in your eyes again as the realization washes over you. “I have you Ryan, and I need you with me, but I can’t live with the weight that you’re going to put yourself in harms way for me.” Ryan’s face falls as the first tear rolls down your face. “I couldn’t just let him get away with hurting you.” He defends himself again for the millionth time. “I know, but promise me you’ll stop fighting people and stop getting in trouble.” You plead with him and the next moment you’re knocked back as his body collides with your and his arms wrap around you so tightly you almost can’t breath. “I will, just, stay.” 

The next morning you followed Ryan hand-in-hand into the kitchen where the Cohen’s all resided, and all stopped dead in their tracks upon you both entering. “Well good morning you too.” Seth says as he notices his parents shocked expressions. The glares sent by you both make Seth uncomfortably turn away to face his parents. “How do they do that? One glare and you perfectly understand. Witchcraft I tell you.” He whispers to them making both parents chuckle before he excuses himself from the kitchen, attention turning back to you and Ryan. “So y/n,” Sandy begins already knowing the reply to his next statement. “We have a meeting today with the dean about transferring your credits back home-” “No need.” Was all you said, stealing a glance at Ryan which he return, a smile on his face in gratefulness and happiness as you both turn back to your breakfast in silence. Sandy grinning from ear to ear... his house was back to normal. 

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question 12, 5: modern university au !!!

Oh man, oh man. I actually had some ideas for a uni AU ages ago that never really became anything, and I’ve cannibalised it for parts for other fics since then (This is the outline I stole the ‘Wilde likes french vanilla coffee’, ‘Sasha has EDS and also possibly POTS’, and ‘Barnes, Carter, Cel, and Wilde all live together’ ideas from for Hope & Smith), but I do have the main ideas left over! It was a modern university AU + magic, so that’s what I’ve put down here. Another one that got frighteningly long, more under the cut <3

Hamid originally studies Pure Maths (this is… a real thing. As opposed to applied mathematics, I believe) because he wants to have a Fancy, High-Thinker Degree that his parents will approve of because it’s very intelligent but won’t necessarily understand.

His first year he takes what is basically the Magic 101 class, because he’s obviously got a natural proclivity for it so why not? It’s that format of ‘this is a generic overview of magic in general, let's take a week or two to go over some specifics for different things you might like to study so that you’ll be prepared.’ They spend a bit on magical history, bardic magic, would you like to study wizardry, or maybe the specifics of genetically inherited magics...

Hm. Yes, Hamid would actually like to study the specifics of genetically inherited magics, because everything they’ve gone over vis a vis wizardry is sounding fairly different to his lived experience and Oh Dear

He starts taking more magical history classes on the sly. His parents don’t need to know.

They eventually do find out, and there is what might be described as An Almighty Row. Hamid goes ballistic, his father goes cold, and Hamid declares then and there that he’s changing his major, screw all of this, he’s got one life and he’s going to live it how he wants, damn it.

His family will continue to pay for his school, of course. They don’t want the disgrace of him having to drop out. But his father makes it very clear that if he does decide to study magic instead, he’s not coming home.

Hamid studies magic. Hamid’s not coming home.

Wilde and Hamid met in that introductory class, and continued to be friends even as they never actually managed to take another class together.

Wilde studies bardic performance as a subset of the magic department, is trying really hard to fit in the requirements to get a degree in journalism as well, and also writes for almost every publication on campus, and works with the student theatre groups; they’ve performed some of his plays, and he has also been known to step in as a stage manager or a head of costumes or an assistant director (or even, on one memorable occasion, an actor) when necessary (when does this guy sleep).

Wilde is able to pull strings and charm people in specific ways enough to get Hamid a job as a stitcher in the costume shop with the theatre department, putting costumes together. He also manages to find Hamid a place to stay over winter break while the campus buildings are closed, after it becomes evident that Hamid’s parents won’t be paying for non-university housing anymore.

Hamid ends up staying with Azu, who has her own flat and has been dithering for ages between wanting to become a family practitioner and wanting to become some sort of social worker. Hamid is inconsolable, and Wilde is not good at consoling anyway, but it turns out that Azu is. Hamid helps her reorganise her entire schedule to allow for both eventualities, she listens in rapt attention as he takes her through his designs for the next show the theatre department is putting on, they bond over the fact that they’re both so far from home and far from their families, and by the time everyone else comes back to school and classes start again they’re practically attached at the hip. Hamid spends almost as much time at Azu’s as he does at his own dorm.

Wilde’s like, alright, that worked ridiculously well! Nice job me

Sasha starts out as an engineering student due to a scholarship that Bi-Ming Gusset helped her get, and she is instantly the darling of every engineering professor that has her in their classes; nobody knows anything about her other than that she’s wickedly good at what she does.

Cel, who studies engineering and theoretical physics and takes biology classes wherever they can fit them in, is their TA at one point. Cel is able to find out more about Sasha as a person than anyone else has ever managed- paradoxically, as anyone who watches them interact will note that Sasha never seems to talk and Cel never seems to stop, but, just like the designs they create together, it doesn’t look like it should work, but it does and it’s very hard to explain why.

At some point, to satisfy some general requirement, Sasha takes an education class. Sasha… really enjoys the education class? Sasha might want to study education? Sasha freaks out a bit. Sasha is having a really rough time of it recently, a lot of chronic pain and worrying physical problems with no clear cause, and really doesn’t need to stress about her future plans on top of everything else. 

Grizzop is a pre-med and, unlike Azu, 10000% sure of it. He wants to be an EMT, and is part of the emergency response team at the university. When Sasha knocks on Zolf’s door at three in the morning, because he just so happened to be the one who was closest, and tells him that she just fainted for the first time and doesn’t know what to do and feels like she might again, and Zolf panics and calls the first response team, Grizzop is the first one to show up. Which is good, for Sasha, because she’s pretty thoroughly freaked out and desperately in need of friends at her sides.

Zolf is also a pre-med, not really because of any active desire to go into the medical field but just kind of because he needed something to believe in that was an easy ticket away from his family, and if anyone asks it has absolutely nothing to do with his brother’s death, shut up.

Zolf becomes Sasha’s designated Please Come With Me For Moral Support person as she begins a diagnostic process that lasts months and comes up with absolutely nothing. As a result, he’s there to watch as doctor after doctor basically throw up their hands and declare her either a medical oddity or a liar. She and Grizzop are both certain she’s got some sort of chronic illness, some autoimmune disease or something, but no one seems willing to diagnose her.

Zolf loses faith in the institution of medicine as a whole, starts to spiral a bit- and then spirals a lot. He ends up having to take a year off to sort out his life and his brain and his own mental health problems.

He moves out of campus housing and applies for as many jobs as he can- he’s not going home and he’s not asking for money, good grief, he’d rather stick his hands in an air fryer- and ends up with a couple odd jobs he bounces between every week, including constructing sets and running lights for the theatre department. This is how he meets Hamid, who he clashes with instantly, and Wilde, who is stage managing, who he also clashes with instantly but who really does his best to mitigate between them. 

Do shenanigans ensue? Yes. Yes, absolutely. Sasha takes great amusement in winding Zolf and Hamid up and pointing them at each other, and Wilde gets caught between finding it equally as hilarious and also Sasha please, it’s literally my job to make sure the people working on this show don’t murder each other, help me out here

[kookie-doughs]

Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 17: I Swim For The First Time...?

It was Annabeth's idea. She loaded us into the back of a Vegas taxi as if we actually had money, and told the driver, "Los Angeles, please."

The cabbie chewed his cigar and sized us up. "That's three hundred miles. For that, you gotta pay up front." "You accept casino debit cards?" Annabeth asked. He shrugged. "Some of 'em. Same as credit cards. I gotta swipe 'em through first." Annabeth handed him her green Lotus Cash card. He looked at it skeptically. "Swipe it," Annabeth invited. He did.

His meter machine started rattling. The lights flashed. Finally an infinity symbol came up next to the dollar sign. The cigar fell out of the driver's mouth. He looked back at us, his eyes wide. "Where to in Los Angeles... uh, Your Highness?" "The Santa Monica Pier." Annabeth sat up a little straighter. I could tell she liked the "Your Highness" thing. "Get us there fast, and you can keep the change." Maybe she shouldn't have told him that. The cab's speedometer never dipped below ninety-five the whole way through the Mojave Desert. On the road, we had plenty of time to talk. Percy told us about his latest dream. The Lotus Casino seemed to have short-circuited my memory. I couldn't recall what the invisible servant's voice had sounded like, though I was sure it was somebody I knew. The servant had called the monster in the pit something other than "my lord" ... some special name or title.... "The Silent One?" Annabeth suggested. "The Rich One? Both of those are nicknames for Hades." "Maybe..." he said.

"That throne room sounds like Hades's," Grover said. "That's the way it's usually described." He shook my head. "Something's wrong. The throne room wasn't the main part of the dream. And that voice from the pit... I don't know. It just didn't feel like a god's voice."

The crooked one... Annabeth's eyes widened. And looked at Percy. Who had a look of realization. "What?" I asked. "Oh... nothing. I was just—No, it has to be Hades. Maybe he sent this thief, this invisible person, to get the master bolt, and something went wrong—" "Like what?" "I—I don't know," she said. "But if he stole Zeus's symbol of power from Olympus, and the gods were hunting him, I mean, a lot of things could go wrong. So this thief had to hide the bolt, or he lost it somehow. Anyway, he failed to bring it to Hades. That's what the voice said in your dream, right? The guy failed. That would explain what the Furies were searching for when they came after us on the bus. Maybe they thought we had retrieved the bolt." I wasn't sure what was wrong with her. She looked pale. "But if Percy already retrieved the bolt," I said, "why would we be traveling to the Underworld?" "To threaten Hades," Grover suggested. "To bribe or blackmail him into getting your parents back." I whistled. "You have evil thoughts for a goat." "Why, thank you."

"Only mine is there. I'd rather get Y/N's than mine." Percy said gripping my hand.

"Huh?"

"You lost them thanks to me." He smiled weakly. "A-Anyways, the thing in the pit said it was waiting for two items," I reminded. "If the master bolt is one, what's the other?" Grover shook his head, clearly mystified. Annabeth was looking at me as if she knew my next question, and was silently willing me not to ask it.

I have every answers. I could tell you. What do you wish to know? We are to help one another after all...

Could you tell me how I could save my parents?

Save them?  As I told you only we could save them. Being there, you'd know your only option. Only you could do it. Do you wish to know more?

What's this quest?

A trap. Next one?

Who is my parent?

Hahaha, that is a question I shan't answer. Just believe in all gods. Befriend them and you'll know. You could trust them all.

Even Zeus, Hades and Poseidon? They kinda suck...

Unless you're positive they aren't your parent, you don’t have to.

Yeah, can I have like... I don't know... I kinda want Hephaestus. He seems coolest. I an NOT blessed in like singing and all that so I can’t be Apollo's.

I've already given you a parent. My apologies. The one I chose would be... quite a friend. Would you want to know more?

Well not re---

"Y/NN!! Ask more about the quest and Percy's dream!!!" I hear Annabeth scream at my ear.

"Oh my gods! Don't scream at my ear!" I yelled pushing her away. "What do you mean ask about Percy's dream? Who will I ask? The driver?"

"You----"

"She can't remember whenever that happens." Percy explained. "They already told us."

"What are you guys talking about??"

"Nothing. We were thinking about the pit..." Annabeth sighed.

"You have an idea what might be in that pit, don't you?" I asked her. "I mean, if it isn't Hades?" "Y/N... let's not talk about it. Because if it isn't Hades... No. It has to be Hades." Wasteland rolled by. We passed a sign that said CALIFORNIA STATE LINE, 12 MILES. The problem was: we were hurtling toward the Underworld at ninety-five miles an hour, betting that Hades had the master bolt. If we got there and found out we were wrong, we wouldn't have time to correct ourselves. The solstice deadline would pass and war would begin. "The answer is in the Underworld," Annabeth assured us. "You saw spirits of the dead, Percy. There's only one place that could be. We're doing the right thing." She tried to boost our morale by suggesting clever strategies for getting into the Land of the Dead, but my heart wasn't in it. There were just too many unknown factors. It was like cramming for a test without knowing the subject. And believe me, I'd done that enough times. The cab sped west. Every gust of wind through Death Valley sounded like a spirit of the dead. Every time the brakes hissed on an eighteen-wheeler, it reminded me of Echidna's reptilian voice. At sunset, the taxi dropped us at the beach in Santa Monica. It looked exactly the way L.A. beaches do in the movies, only it smelled worse. There were carnival rides lining the Pier, palm trees lining the sidewalks, homeless guys sleeping in the sand dunes, and surfer dudes waiting for the perfect wave. Grover, Annabeth, Percy, and I walked down to the edge of the surf. "What now?" Annabeth asked. The Pacific was turning gold in the setting sun. I thought about how long it had been since I'd stood on the beach at Montauk, on the opposite side of the country, looking out at a different sea. I felt anxious being near the water. Percy took my hand.

"What?" I said slowly pulling away from him.

"Trust me and come with me." He said looking at me in the eye. "Percy," Annabeth said. "That's stupid! She can barely stay alive up here!"

"If the water pulls her could you save her?" He glared at the two. "As long as she holds me she'll be safe." He gripped my hand.

"I-I'll trust you... But I have to make sure you won't let me drown... I-I need---" Annabeth then sighed and walked over to us taking our wrist.

"If she drowns I am totally not siding on you during the war." She hissed at Percy while tying Aphrodite's scarf on our wrist.

"how do you have that?" Percy asked.

"I forgot I gave it to her." With our wrist attached by a cloth, he held my hand tight then we kept walking, up to my waist, then my chest.

"I'm scared..." I gulped. Percy pulled me closer. That's when my head went under. I held my breath at first. It's difficult to intentionally inhale water. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I gasped. Sure enough, I could breathe normally. Percy was smiling at me, with his arms still around me. We walked down into the shoals. I shouldn't have been able to see through the murk, but somehow I could tell where everything was. I could sense the rolling texture of the bottom. I could make out sand-dollar colonies dotting the sandbars. I could even see the currents, warm and cold streams swirling together. I felt something rub against my leg. I looked down and almost shot out of the water like a ballistic missile. Sliding along beside me was a five-foot-long mako shark. I almost screamed until I saw how cute it was. The thing wasn't attacking. It was nuzzling me. Heeling like a dog. Tentatively, I touched its dorsal fin. It bucked a little, as if inviting me to hold tighter. Percy took my hand and wrapped it on the fin, he grabbed the fin with both hands, so I followed his actions. It took off, pulling us along. The shark carried us down into the darkness. It deposited us at the edge of the ocean proper, where the sand bank dropped off into a huge chasm. It was like standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon at midnight, not being able to see much, but knowing the void was right there. The surface shimmered maybe a hundred and fifty feet above. I knew I should've been crushed by the pressure. Then again, I shouldn't have been able to breathe. I wondered if there was a limit to how deep I could go, if I could sink straight to the bottom of the Pacific. Then I saw something glimmering in the darkness below, growing bigger and brighter as it rose toward me. A woman's voice, "Percy Jackson." As she got closer, her shape became clearer. She had flowing black hair, a dress made of green silk. Light flickered around her, and her eyes were so distractingly beautiful I hardly noticed the stallion-sized sea horse she was riding. She dismounted. The sea horse and the mako shark whisked off and started playing something that looked like tag. The underwater lady smiled at me. "You've come far, Percy Jackson. Well done. And you brought... a friend." I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I bowed. "H-Hello..."

"You're the woman who spoke to me in the Mississippi River." Percy said. "Yes, child. I am a Nereid, a spirit of the sea. It was not easy to appear so far upriver, but the naiads, my freshwater cousins, helped sustain my life force. They honor Lord Poseidon, though they do not serve in his court." "An... you serve in Poseidon's court?" She nodded. "It has been many years since a child of the Sea God has been born. We have watched you with great interest." I felt so out of placed being here so I wrapped my arms around Percy tighter. "If my father is so interested in me," Percy said, "why isn't he here? Why doesn't he speak to me?" A cold current rose out of the depths. "Do not judge the Lord of the Sea too harshly," the Nereid told him. "He stands at the brink of an unwanted war. He has much to occupy his time. Besides, he is forbidden to help you directly. The gods may not show such favoritism." "Even to their own children?" "Especially to them. The gods can work by indirect influence only. Why do you think they're trying to find who Y/N's parent is? They helped raising her, that's why her scent is gone."

"M-My Olympian parent raised me? I don't remember anyone... I'm pretty sure neither my mom or dad are Olympians... or Greek."

"Well that is what they're trying to figure out."

"Well, what's my father doing then?"

"That is why I give you a warning, and a gift."

She held out her hand. Three white pearls flashed in her palm. "I know you journey to Hades's realm," she said. "Few mortals have ever done this and survived: Orpheus, who had great music skill; Hercules, who had great strength; Houdini, who could escape even the depths of Tartarus. Do you have these talents?" "Urn... no, ma'am." "Ah, but you have something else, Percy. You have gifts you have only begun to know. The oracles have foretold a great and terrible future for you, should you survive to manhood. Poseidon would not have you die before your time. Therefore take these, and when you are in need, smash a pearl at your feet." "What will happen?" "That," she said, "depends on the need. But remember: what belongs to the sea will always return to the sea."

Percy took the three pearls and pocketed it. "Oh... but there are four of us. We'll need one more."

She looked at me and Percy. Then looked at her empty palm. "Your father..."

"I'm not leaving any of them if I need to use this." Percy said firmly.

She sighed and out came another pearl. Instead of handing it to Percy she handed it to me. "The lord does not like you. He's been firm and obvious of that fact. But... as his son refuse to leave you..."

I took the pearl reluctantly and thanked her. "What about the warning?" Her eyes flickered with green light. "Go with what your heart tells you, or you will lose all. Hades feeds on doubt and hopelessness. He will trick you if he can, make you mistrust your own judgment. Once you are in his realm, he will never willingly let you leave. Keep faith. Good luck, Percy Jackson." She summoned her sea horse and rode toward the void. "Wait!" Percy called. "At the river, you said not to trust the gifts. What gifts?" "Good-bye, young hero," she called back, her voice fading into the depths. "You must listen to your heart." She became a speck of glowing green, and then she was gone. "Your dad... must really hate me to leave me in Underworld when worse comes to worse..." I muttered burying my face on his neck.

"Don't worry... I won't let him hurt you, just because whoever your parent is raised you." He kicked upward toward the shore. When we reached the beach, our clothes dried instantly. Percy told Grover and Annabeth what had happened, and showed them the pearls. Annabeth grimaced. "No gift comes without a price. Not to mention Y/N is hated." "They were free." "No." She shook her head. "'There is no such thing as a free lunch.' That's an ancient Greek saying that translated pretty well into American. There will be a price. You wait." On that happy thought, we turned our backs on the sea. With some spare change from Ares's backpack, we took the bus into West Hollywood. We showed the driver the Underworld address slip we'd taken from Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium, but he'd never heard of DOA Recording Studios.

"You remind me of somebody I saw on TV," he told Percy. "You a child actor or something?" "Uh ... I'm a stunt double ... for a lot of child actors." "Oh! That explains it." We thanked him and got off quickly at the next stop. We wandered for miles on foot, looking for DOA. Nobody seemed to know where it was. It didn't appear in the phone book. Twice, we ducked into alleys to avoid cop cars. Percy froze in front of an appliance-store window because a television was playing an interview with somebody

"—my stepdad, Smelly Gabe." He explained.

He was talking to Barbara Walters—I mean, as if he were some kind of huge celebrity. She was interviewing him in our apartment, in the middle of a poker game, and there was a young blond lady sitting next to him, patting his hand. A fake tear glistened on his cheek. He was saying, "Honest, Ms. Walters, if it wasn't for Sugar here, my grief counselor, I'd be a wreck. My stepson took everything I cared about. My wife... my Camaro... I—I'm sorry. I have trouble talking about it." "There you have it, America." Barbara Walters turned to the camera. "A man torn apart. An adolescent boy with serious issues. Let me show you, again, the last known photo of this troubled young fugitive, taken a week ago in Denver. He has taken a young girl that goes by Y/N L/N with her." The screen cut to a grainy shot of me, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover standing outside the Colorado diner, talking to Ares. "Who are the two other children in this photo?" Barbara Walters asked dramatically. "Who is the man with them? Is Percy Jackson a delinquent, a terrorist, or perhaps the brainwashed victim of a frightening new cult? When we come back, we chat with a leading child psychologist. Stay tuned, America." "C'mon," Grover told me. He hauled us away.

It got dark, and hungry-looking characters started coming out on the streets to play. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm a New Yorker. I don't scare easy. But L.A. had a totally different feel from New York. Back home, everything seemed close. It didn't matter how big the city was, you could get anywhere without getting lost. The street pattern and the subway made sense. There was a system to how things worked. A kid could be safe as long as he wasn't stupid. L.A. wasn't like that. It was spread out, chaotic, hard to move around. It reminded me of Ares. It wasn't enough for L.A. to be big; it had to prove it was big by being loud and strange and difficult to navigate, too. I didn't know how we were ever going to find the entrance to the Underworld by tomorrow, the summer solstice. We walked past gangbangers, bums, and street hawkers, who looked at us like they were trying to figure if we were worth the trouble of mugging. As we hurried passed the entrance of an alley, a voice from the darkness said, "Hey, you." Like an idiot, I stopped. Before I knew it, we were surrounded. A gang of kids had circled us. Six of them in all—white kids with expensive clothes and mean faces. Like the kids at Yancy Academy: rich brats playing at being bad boys. Instinctively, I drew my knife. When the knife appeared out of nowhere, the kids backed off, but their leader was either really stupid or really brave, because he kept coming at me with a switchblade.

Percy then pulled me behind him and swung Riptide. The kid yelped. But he must've been one hundred percent mortal, because the blade passed harmlessly right through his chest. He looked down. "What the..." I figured I had about three seconds before his shock turned to anger. "Run!" I screamed taking Percy's hand. We pushed two kids out of the way and raced down the street, not knowing where we were going. We turned a sharp corner. "There!" Annabeth shouted. Only one store on the block looked open, its windows glaring with neon. The sign above the door said something like CRSTUY'S WATRE BDE ALPACE. "Crusty's Water Bed Palace?" Grover translated. It didn't sound like a place I'd ever go except in an emergency, but this definitely qualified. We burst through the doors, ran behind a water bed, and ducked. A split second later, the gang kids ran past outside. "I think we lost them," Grover panted. A voice behind us boomed, "Lost who?" We all jumped. Standing behind us was a guy who looked like a raptor in a leisure suit. He was at least seven feet tall, with absolutely no hair. He had gray, leathery skin, thick-lidded eyes, and a cold, reptilian smile. He moved toward us slowly, but I got the feeling he could move fast if he needed to. His suit might've come from the Lotus Casino. It belonged back in the seventies, big-time. The shirt was silk paisley, unbuttoned halfway down his hairless chest. The lapels on his velvet jacket were as wide as landing strips. The silver chains around his neck—I couldn't even count them. "I'm Crusty," he said, with a tartar-yellow smile. I resisted the urge to say, Yes, you are. "Sorry to barge in," Percy told him. "We were just, um, browsing." "You mean hiding from those no-good kids," he grumbled. "They hang around every night. I get a lot of people in here, thanks to them. Say, you want to look at a water bed?" I was about to say No, thanks, when he put a huge paw on my shoulder and steered me deeper into the showroom. There was every kind of water bed you could imagine: different kinds of wood, different patterns of sheets; queen-size, king-size, emperor-of-the-universe-size. "This is my most popular model." Crusty spread his hands proudly over a bed covered with black satin sheets, with built-in Lava Lamps on the headboard. The mattress vibrated, so it looked like oil-flavored Jell-O. "Million-hand massage," Crusty told us. "Go on, try it out. Shoot, take a nap. I don't care. No business today, any-way. "Um," Percy said, "I don't think..." "Million-hand massage!" Grover cried, and dove in. "Oh, you guys! This is cool." "Hmm," Crusty said, stroking his leathery chin. "Almost, almost." "Almost what?" I asked. He looked at Annabeth. "Do me a favor and try this one over here, honey. Might fit." Annabeth said, "But what—" He patted her reassuringly on the shoulder and led her over to the Safari Deluxe model with teakwood lions carved into the frame and a leopard-patterned comforter. When Annabeth didn't want to lie down, Crusty pushed her. "Hey!" she protested. Crusty snapped his fingers. "Ergo!" Ropes sprang from the sides of the bed, lashing around Annabeth, holding her to the mattress. Grover tried to get up, but ropes sprang from his black-satin bed, too, and lashed him down. "N-not c-c-cool!" he yelled, his voice vibrating from the million-hand massage. "N-not c-cool a-at all!" The giant looked at Annabeth, then turned toward me and Percy to grin. "Almost, darn it." I tried to step away, but his hand shot out and clamped around the back of my neck. "Whoa, kid. Don't worry. We'll find you one in a sec." "Let my friends go." "Oh, sure I will. But I got to make them fit, first." "What do you mean?" "All the beds are exactly six feet, see? Your friends are too short. Got to make them fit." Annabeth and Grover kept struggling. "Can't stand imperfect measurements," Crusty muttered. "Ergo!" A new set of ropes leaped out from the top and bottom of the beds, wrapping around Grover and Annabeth's ankles, then around their armpits. The ropes started tightening, pulling my friends from both ends. "Don't worry," Crusty told us, "These are stretching jobs. Maybe three extra inches on their spines. They might even live. Now why don't we find a bed you like, huh?" "Percy! Y/N!" Grover yelled. My mind was racing. I knew I couldn't take on this giant water-bed salesman alone. He would snap my neck before I ever got my sword out. "Your real name's not Crusty, is it?" Percy asked. "Legally, it's Procrustes," he admitted. "The Stretcher," I said. I remembered the story: the giant who'd tried to kill Theseus with excess hospitality on his way to Athens. "Yeah," the salesman said. "But who can pronounce Procrustes? Bad for business. Now 'Crusty,' anybody can say that." "You're right. It's got a good ring to it." His eyes lit up. "You think so?" "Oh, absolutely," I said. "And the workmanship on these beds? Fabulous!"

Percy looked at me weirdly. When I gave him a nod he must've understood. He got closer to hold my arm. Crusty grinned hugely, his fingers still didn't loosen on my neck. "I tell my customers that. Every time. Nobody bothers to look at the workmanship. How many built-in Lava Lamp headboards have you seen?" "Not too many." "That's right!" "Y/N!" Annabeth yelled. "What are you doing?" "Don't mind her," Percy told Procrustes. "She's impossible." The giant laughed. "All my customers are. Never six feet exactly. So inconsiderate. And then they complain about the fitting." "What do you do if they're longer than six feet?" "Oh, that happens all the time. It's a simple fix." He let go of my neck, but before I could react, he reached behind a nearby sales desk and brought out a huge double-bladed brass axe. He said, "I just center the subject as best I can and lop off whatever hangs over on either end." "Ah," Percy said, swallowing hard. "Sensible." "I'm so glad to come across an intelligent customer!" The ropes were really stretching my friends now. Annabeth was turning pale. Grover made gurgling sounds, like a strangled goose. "So, Crusty..." I said, trying to keep my voice light. I glanced at the sales tag on the valentine-shaped Honeymoon Special. "Does this one really have dynamic stabilizers to stop wave motion?" "Absolutely. Try it out." "Yeah, maybe I will. But would it work even for a big guy like you? No waves at all?" "Guaranteed." "No way." "Way." "Show me." He sat down eagerly on the bed, patted the mattress. "No waves. See?" I snapped my fingers. "Ergo." Ropes lashed around Crusty and flattened him against the mattress. "Hey!" he yelled. "Center him just right," I said. The ropes readjusted themselves at my command. Crusty's whole head stuck out the top. His feet stuck out the bottom. "No!" he said. "Wait! This is just a demo." Percy uncapped Riptide. "A few simple adjustments ..." "You drive a hard bargain," he told us. "I'll give you thirty percent off on selected floor models.'" "I think I'll start with the top." Percy raised my sword. "No money down! No interest for six months!" He swung the sword. Crusty stopped making offers. I cut the ropes on the other beds. Annabeth and Grover got to their feet, groaning and wincing and cursing me a lot. "You look taller," I said. "Very funny," Annabeth said. "Be faster next time."

Percy looked at the bulletin board behind Crusty's sales desk. There was an advertisement for Hermes Delivery Service, and another for the All-New Compendium of L.A. Area Monsters—"The only Monstrous Yellow Pages you'll ever need!" Under that, a bright orange flier for DOA Recording Studios, offering commissions for heroes' souls. "We are always looking for new talent!" DOA's address was right underneath with a map. "Come on," Percy said. "Give us a minute," Grover complained. "We were almost stretched to death.'" "Then you're ready for the Underworld," I said. "It's only a block from here."

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any bleach au tidbits??

Oh Jesus, oh fuck, oh shit-

(More under the cut because this became so fucking long)

I have so many that I don't even know where to begin, but I'll try my hardest:

Orihime healing Nelliel's forehead, bringing back her adult form, and kicking Nnoitra's ass until Stark comes to stop her on Aizen's orders.

Instead of bringing the rest of the captains, Byakuya goes behind the Gotei's back and brings Tessai, Yoruichi, and Hanatoro as a chance to let them shine.

None of them wins their fights. Aizen stops them mid-battle and calls them to his throne room to give Orihime a chance to speak for herself, and she agrees to stays at Las Noches because "he said he can bring Sora back." Ichigo is filled with rage, tries to attack Aizen only for Orihime to stop the attack with her shield, only for it to break and getting her hand sliced. It almost cut through the bone, and Ichigo leaves with sham burning his stomach.

The reason why Aizen needed Orihime is very simple- he needs for her to quicken the combination process with the Hokyogu since I doubt using an object of God as a stomach piercing is as easy as canon made it.

So much shit happened during this time that I cannot possibly put it in one ask, but needless to say, she went through a lot of character development and some of it wasn't good.

(but seriously, I should just make another post altogether.)

Two months passed, during which both sides had done everything they could to prepare. Nnoitra, Zommari, Szayelaporro, and Yammy all appear in Soul Society, and the canon fights return.

The Karakura gang comes to Hueco Mundo again to save Orihime with all the Espada gone to either Soul Society or Karakura Town. There they find Grimmjow wounded in Orihime's room, having been wounder by Ulquiorra for getting in his way. He explained how he helped her get behind Aizen's back as a way to pay her back for saving his life again and because of his own grudge against Aizen. Uryu and Chad stay behind to help Grimmjow while Ichigo goes to fight Ulquiorra.

The battle between them is more balanced this time, thanks to Ichigo's training, until Ulquiorra shows his second release. All goes the same, except that it's Orihime that snaps. She releases a new form she gained from being next to the Hokyogu for two whole months, and it gaining her wish to become strong, giving an incomplete version of Kaname's Hollowfication. Both Chad and Uryu have to hold her down, with Ichigo giving her the final push back to reality, having been healed from her newfound power. Ulquiorra still dies.

Orihime opens a Gangata by rejecting the walls between the worlds, something that her secret partner (not Grimmjow) helped her figure out. Grimmjow then goes to Soul Society to find Yammy fighting the remaining captains and screams "shows over, she's safe." Yammy then goes back to his normal size and explains that the princess was nice to his dog and had a head that could smash through solid metal, so he's on her side now. Grimmjow just said that he's tired of being treated like shit.

Back in fake Karakura, Orihime builds a barrier in the Visord's hideout, the one place she was sure Aizen didn't know about where she asks her friends to bring all the fallen to her to be healed. Since the barrier makes their SP disappear, Aizen just thinks they're dead. She also gives them chips that cloak their SP, something she gained by secretly working with Szayelaporro by letting him experiment with her powers while she gains gadgets in return.

(Orihime's time at Las Noches was basically making a house of cards fall by adding too many. The people there either used her for their own motives or had a discomforting self-reflection)

While Orihime heals everyone, she explains how no matter how many times they get back to the battle, Aizen would just get rid of them so they might as well wait for a sign from her partner. Rangiku figures out who they are and goes to comfort them on her own. Orihime still stays put, knowing damn well Rangiku won't get hurt. I'm sure you've guessed who they are already.

Gin and Aizen have an epic battle instead of him getting cut down because I deserve this.

Orihime notices that it's taking too long and goes to check what's happening, where she's confronted by Tousen who never used his Ressurection and won his fight because fuck you Kubo. He admits that he's not here to stop her but to get answers. You see, during the two-month period, Tousen noticed there was something odd with Suzumushi and with Orihime's oblivious advice, tells him to go to his inner world where his inner hollow forced him to face his flaws. Back to modern and he asks Orihime to find Aizen with him. They find him standing above Gin's body.

Aizen notices there is something different with Tousen and realizes that Orihime secretly took out his suicide bomb while she healed Tousen's scars. Aizen goes ballistic, having already become unhinged by Gin's betrayal, and goes straights for Orihime's heart. Tousen pushes her last second, and the sword goes to his throat. Aizen stabs him in the heart for mercy while strangling Orihime, and she cuts open Aizen's chest with Tsubaki, seeminglydoing nothing to him. Until Mugetsu.

Urahara let Orihime explain this one - Gin had secretly revealed to her that Rangiku was the only survivor who had their soul piece taken out. They planned on removing it once the Hokyogu was freed, and by taking out Rangiku's piece, an imbalance would occur. What happened to Aizen was the equivalent of when a person drinks during winter; instead of gaining new warmth, Aizen wasted the one that already existed, slowly emptying his soul.

A lot of stuff happens during the recovery period that I'm not fully down on, but here's what I refuse to let go of - Tousen goes to Karakura town for self treament, Orihime's aunt who also happened to be a lawyer gets her shit together and moves in with Orihime to a new apartment that's closer to the close, Gin becomes captain again after Orihime's aunt destroys the Central 46 in court, and the Shinigami was forbidden to visit Karakura town in the hopes of damage control.

(I also have a complete rewrite for the Fulbringer arc but this ask is already just too damn long)

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Greif || Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: yes / no Fandom: Criminal Minds

Summary: Based on the Episode “Nelson’s Sparrow”(10x10), or the episode where Gideon dies, a bit of insight into what was happening with Spence. 

Word Count: 2,248 

Warnings:  Panic attack, blood, medical talk, dead body?

Pairing: Reader insert x Spencer Reid

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My chest tightens and anxiety overcomes me as I watch Spencer move through our house, a shell of the man he was mere moments ago, his phone still raised to his ear as whatever news that he is being given begins to digest. He eventually stops pacing and finishes the call and turns to face me. His eyes shine with unshed tears, his lips pulled into a straight line that begins to quiver and it’s like all the oxygen has been removed from the room.

“What happened Spence?” I ask softly, reaching my hand out to offer him support, resting it on his forearm.

“It’s Gideon,” He breathes, and his face changes, “There was a body found in his cabin,” His voice catches in his throat and I fill in the gaps. The man that Spencer had spent so much of his life looking up, the man that was practically his father, was probably dead.  

I reach my arms up to pull him into and embrace, allowing him to rest his body weight into mine. I feel his tears begin to trickle onto my shoulder and his body rack with sobs. I knew that this was something he would not be able to bounce back from quickly and that this would be something Spence was going to need support with.

“Shh,” I hush, trying to console him, “It’s all going to be okay, Spence, we don’t even know that it’s him yet.”

“They want us to go in, the BAU is consulting on this,” he says, pulling himself away from me, wiping his face and preparing himself for the rough few days ahead. He heads to our room and brings out each of our coats and slips mine over my arms and onto my shoulders.

“Spence, can we please just take a minute before we leave,” I say, watching as he builds his walls up around himself and places his own over his shoulders, “I need you to look at me for a second and breathe, you have to hold yourself together if we are consulting babe, we need your mind on this one.”

His eyes lift to mine, the grief is already swirling in them. I watch as he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and lets it out. “I’m ready.”

Spencer drives us to the cabin, knowing that we hadn’t been there since he left the BAU so many years ago but his amazing mind allowed him to know the directions without the gps. He takes a minute to compose himself after he parks, and i rub my hand across his shoulders. I wasn’t fortunate to meet the man, as I had joined the bureau after he retired, but I knew of him, not only by the stories the team had but also for his amazing work. Jason Gideon was a genius.

“Ready to go?” I ask softly, giving him the opportunity to take as much time as he needed. He nods, pressing his hands on the steering wheel and we step out and walk up and into the cabin.

The first people that we see are Rossi and Kate, soft smiles are exchanged from them, guided at Spence. JJ and I lock eyes, silently she asks me how he’s holding up, I shake my head in response. My eyes float down to the ground, as if this is the first time I have noticed the body draped with a sheet, my stomach turns knowing that hours ago the man was alive and now he’s dead. Before raking my eyes up to Hotch, his face gives everything away and I watch as Spencer’s lip quivers again as he tries to keep it together. I feel people enter the room behind us, but I cast my eyes to our unit chief.

“Are you sure?” I hear Penelope’s voice ask from the other side of Spence, and it’s almost like everyone holds their breath waiting for the answer, despite being pretty sure of what it is going to be.

Hotch's resolve falters and for the first time, I can see how truly sad he is, “It’s Gideon.”

I close my eyes, bracing myself for the news, tears gathering for the first time since the news had been broken to the team. Spencer lets out a choked sob from beside me and quickly turns and walks out the door, just after looking at the figure on the ground. We could all tell that this news was going to be hard for him to hear, but I also knew that the last time the man left how he barely held himself together. The group collectively follow the boy with their eyes, Derek takes a step to follow him, and I shake my head, mumbling that I’ve got it. I bury my hands into my coat pockets and follow after Spencer out the door.

He has barely made it fifteen feet when his knees go out from underneath him and he crashes to the ground. Dirt and mud stain the knees of his pants. His shoulders rack with sobs and hands plant firmly on the ground. I take quicker steps and am at his side a few seconds later. I take a seat on the ground in front of him and run my hands up and down his arms, letting him know that i'm just here.

“Oh baby,” I whisper, tears gathering in my eyes. The worst part about loving someone is when they are hurting and there's nothing you can do to make it better. Loving Spencer was as natural as breathing. It felt like it was an instant and I loved him, and that I fell incredibly hard for him. Loving him felt like every little thing I have ever done right has led me to him and being with him. And the person that is such a light in my life so broken and destroyed hurts my soul on a whole other level, if I could take all his pain away and put it on myself I would in a heartbeat. Spencer’s hands grip the dirt, trying to ground himself. His breath becomes laboured and sporadically.  “Breathe with me Spence.”

“Can’t-” He mutters, lifting his red eyes to meet with mine. I can practically feel his panic wrap around him and pull him away.

“Yes, yes you can,” I say pulling one of his hands out of the dirt and up to rest on my chest, “Feel my breath, babe. Match mine. I know you can do it.”

Spencer shakes his head as his eyes raise to meet with mine, he tries desperately to convey to me how scared he is. And eventually, along with a few deep breaths he’s calming down slowly.

“Thank you,” He says softly wiping his fingers under his eyes, then learning up to press his lips to my forehead, “He was like my dad, Y/n. I wanted to be him, he was incredible. You know the letter he left here for me? It was essentially the same as the one my father left for me when I was a child.”

My heart breaks in my chest and my stomach turns, “I wish I could make it better baby, I really do.”

He dusts his hands off on his pants and stands up, legs shaky beneath him. We make our way back into the cabin just in time for Hotch to be assigning everyone to different tasks. Derek, Spencer and I are all sent to the M.E, as we needed to know the cause and time of death as soon as possible.

“Cause of death was hypovolemic shock, due to ballistic trauma,” the small asian woman says, and I hear Spencer suck in a breath from beside me, “Three points of entry, left shoulder, right abdominal wall, and right temporal.”

“Did he suffer?” Morgan asks, and my eyes snap up to his face, why would he ask that.

“Not for long, no,” The woman replies and I let out the breath I had subconsciously been holding thankful that the man hadn’t suffered. Morgan knew that Spencer needed to hear that the man didn’t suffer, “His brain stopped working before he was able to process his last breath.”

Morgan and I both look towards Spence, a vacant look on his face. He’s not listening to what’s being said, his eyes are locked on the body on the table, specifically focused on the deep crimson splotches on the sheet.

“After the final shot he was gone within a fraction of a second,” She finishes, noticing the tension rising in the room.

“Would you excuse us, please?” Morgan asks, she nods and glances across each of our faces, giving me a forced smile and exiting the room. I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly freezing within the room.

“Did you hear any of that?” He asks, stepping into the view of the younger man. I take a step back from the two, watching them interact. Morgan and Spence have a relationship that I could never begin to explain, if Spencer and I were soulmates so were the boys. “He didn’t suffer.”

A tear falls from Spencer’s eye, but before it’s there too long he has reached a shaky hand and tissue up to his face to remove it.  Morgan reaches out to clasp his shoulder, trying to offer him some comfort. I take a step forward unable to let him cry without knowing that I’m with him, my hand rests on his back softly. Morgan’s eyes meet mine and he gives me a soft smile.

“Listen to me, listen to me,” Derek begins, “Sometimes you put up these walls and you block us out, and you can’t do that, not right now.” A sniffle falls from Spencers lips.

“We need you, Spence,” I say softly. I move my hand down to link ours together. He gives my hand a quick squeeze letting me know silently that he has heard us.

“Gideon needs you,” Morgan finishes, “I’m going to step right out there and when you’re ready, let’s go get this son of a bitch.”

Spencer nods his head and when I go to follow Morgan out the door, his hand tightens around mine, “Please.” He says voice hoarse, thick with tears.

“Anything you need,” I say, firmly planting myself at his side. He silently cries beside me, and collects himself for what seems to be the hundredth time in the few short hours it had been since that phone call.

The rest of the day moves in a blur, Spencer completes the case shell of the man he normally is. He kept muttering about “one more game”, and once the unsub, Donnie Mallick is dead, he begins to allow himself to feel the grief.

It’s later, driving back from the crime scene that he speaks about him next, Rossi and I patiently listen and allow the man to talk and grieve.

“I just always thought I would see him again, “ He begins, voice shaking slightly, “I’d just really like to play one more game of chess with him,” He swallows, “I know I’m not being very rational, and I know that I haven’t seen him in a really long time but I think about him all the time and I knew he was always out there and now it just feels empty.”

“Yeah, but time will pass and slowly you'll forget how much it hurts,” Rossi says, he’s not trying to take away the pain, simply rationalise it for the boy, “And maybe you’ll find something else to fill that empty space.”

“I don’t want to find something else,” Spencer says defensively, as if Rossi is trying to take away the memory of the man.

“It won’t replace him,” I say, causing Spencer to glance back at where I’m sitting in the back seat, “Your memories and time with him made you who you are today and he would be so beyond proud of the man you’ve become Spence. He is a part of who you are, on a fundamental level and nothing will change that.” He nods softly.

Later that night when we are curled up on the couch Spencer’s head rested on my lap and my fingers tangled in his hair. I look down to the man and observe his face. For the first time in days he looks completely relaxed, his brows aren’t furrowed and he isn’t frowning.

“I don’t want to cry about it anymore,” He mumbles, probably noticing that I’m looking at him.

“I know,” I whisper back.

Spencer sits up and faces me, “When will it stop hurting?” He asks me, a childlike expression on his face, asking a question no one could possibly know the answer too.

“It’s going to be hard for a while, and that’s okay, but it will get easier and eventually when he is mentioned it won’t feel like your heart is being ripped from your chest. You’ll smile and laugh you think of him and tell his stories to your kids and keep his memory alive.”

“Our kids,” He says simply, linking his hand with mine, pulling me into his lap.

“Hm?” I mutter slightly confused on what he meant.

“I’ll tell his stories to our children,” He says pressing his lips to my forehead. My only response is a nod of my head.

“Yes baby, our children,” I say back, and just like that I know that he’s going to be okay.

~

A/N: I cried writing this cause i had to rewatch scenes of Spence crying and if that doesn’t tell you something about my mental health then what does

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[inkla-kirisame]

If someone was flirting with you

Context: you and your partner were having a couple time but they go for something, when they turned around, they saw a womanizer flirting with you, they also had a little revenge against them

Warnings: revenge (mostly nuclear, supernova and black hole) and language

Side note: I wanted to add Lisa, the Gunnhildr sisters, Am-, I mean, Fischl, but I didn’t have any idea of how to make them, I also wanted to add Beidou, I guess there will be a second part. Also, it not a Yandere headcanon, just jealousy and warth

Diluc

Oh, the irony....

He might have fire vision but he can and will treat that person so coldly that it could bring Snezhnaya to a second (or third) age of ice

Even Kaeya is scared of this, and knows very well not to flirt with his brother’s partner or else he would be dead

“Hold my grape juice”

He goes for something he saved for this time

The poor guy literally when to hell that day

Turns out, Diluc himself served him his strongest wine with a little surprise (read as: laxatives, some poison for rats and who knows what)

The cost of this was that (Y/N) didn’t talk to him for a long period

Extra: the guy might lost some value things that night and things that didn’t belong to him were there, he also got a visit from the Knights of favonius... by an anonymous report

Razor

Between the persons you don’t want to piss, is him, he might look sweet but with his family (or pack) he goes ballistic, with his partner is worse

When he saw someone flitting with... oh boy, he was seeing CRISMON

The next thing you know is that Razor is punching this guy in his face, not caring if he is going to kill that guy

You managed to turn him away from him, he immediately went from berserk wolf mode to worried puppy mode

You thanked him but also scolded him from that

The wolfs always haunted him when being in the forest

Venti

He was mad but managed to control himself

“(Y/N), dear, I’m so happy to see you” he said trying to hold his anger... but he was boiling inside

“A bard? Is this your fucking boyfriend?” The guy maniacally laughed “he looks like a girl!!!” Venti was about to shut him up but you were faster than him

Long story short: you broke his nose and went home with Venti

He might be the god of freedom, but this wasn’t free from his warth

The next day, his whole house ended up in the ocean and all his money ended up with the fatui as “a gift to the Tsaritsa, from B.”

The guy was loaded with moras and hated the fatui like most people, he only knew that his money and jewelry ended with them because he saw them talking about the mysterious donator

“Oh, my, did you find it out so quickly? My bad”

He turned around and saw the Anemo Archon, Barbatos, before him, but now that he looked close to him... he was that bard with the girl/boy he tried to bang

Yep, you fuck up, buddy

Every time he saw you or Venti, he would tremble and see you like the Stormterror was going to eat him

He might not be someone who enjoys the misfortune of others, but damn, Venti enjoyed every time he saw that guy trembling, knowing that he learned his lesson

Xiao

NEVER flirt with the girl of a guy that lived so many years and still look young because he is a deity (or semi), that is known to kill thing that can destroy a whole city, that lost almost all of his friends and/or family and that his girlfriend is so precious to him

But some people... aren’t that smart...

He saw you and this guy who was eating almond tofu, YOUR HOMEMADE ALMOND TOFU, but that wasn’t the worst, he was trying to kiss you and flirt with you IN FRONT OF HIS FACE

There was one thing he was happy about this and it was that you defended yourself and tried to push him away, telling him that you have a partner and you were happy with him, it prove to him that you were so loyal to him despite being ausent, he was going to repaid it to you later

He appeared behind you and put one around your shoulder and said “get away from my partner, now”

He obviously made his life miserable, lost his home, money, family and other things, the guy almost sore that a man with a demon mask always saw him and that he was smiling

Weeks later, you both encountered the guy pleading for money

Xiao asked you to go with Xiangling to talk and when he get there they could eat in the restaurant

He only did this because he wanted to tease this guy and he did... by greeting him and when he asked him what he wanted he simply said

“Oh, nothing... just simply see how your life when down thanks to me” the cherry on the top was that he put his mask on and disappear in the air

He told everyone that you were the partner of a demon that was going to kill everyone but one believed him because he was a liar and cheater

Ningguang

Oh, boy, why people does try to flirt with the partner of more powerful people

This moron, whom I presume has a very low IQ, decided to try to bang you.... THE FREAKING PARTNER OF THE NINGGUANG, THE LIUYE QIXING WITH THE TITLE OF TIANQUAN, THE OWNER OF THE JADE CHAMBER AND ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE ON TEYVAT...

You get the idea

This dude really wished dead....

She was going to surprise you and instead she find this moron in the spot

Like Xiao, grateful that you are loyal to her despite not spending to much time together

But, oh boy, she was fuming...

She obviously use her power to make a nuclear revenge that would affect his life FOREVER

And she was watching this from first row but never seen

He lost everything and crawling to her in hopes to get an opportunity

When he entered towards her office, she was properly making out with you just to make him realize he really mess up

He was now in a boat to another nation in hopes of having a new life

But her warth will NEVER leave him. Period

Kaeya

Diluc literally saw him fuming and simply said “I’m going to keep away the good glasses”

Kaeya simply waited for an opportunity and then... throw a bottle of wine to a person... Kaeya was behind this guy but managed to not be seen

After this other guy began to fight this Romeo, Kaeya took you by the wrist and bring you outside, but, oh boi, he hasn’t finished

He went to see this guy’s files, and guess... he was in red numbers.... and he had only one chance before going to prison

He has a shit eating grin in his face, he was going to enjoy this

The next morning he went to Diluc’s winery

Everything was a mess, thankfully, the wines and most of the glasses managed to be safe

He informed Diluc that he can press charges against him and he will go to jail...

The red haired man thought of it, that man was already in his black list so yeah, he accepted but wanted to be in first row while doing this

They enjoyed him being escorted (by force) to jail

He reminded everyone that you were his partner and if they thought that they could flirt with you, they will be dead meat

Ironically, he is the one flirting with others (with the excuse to get some information)

Still, no homemade wine for Kaeya for a good while

Zhongli

He is a true poem

He’s mad, but also heartbroken

That’s until he heard you trying to get this weirdo away from you

He’s now is angry

He punched the guy in his face and pulled you away from him

But he wasn’t finished

He probably will do some research in the shadows...

And destroy this person’s life from there

IF Zhongli turns out being Rex Lapis... this guy will definitely will be better dead that alive

He might go chat with old friends to get some ideas on how to get his revenge

All the Adepti think it was irrespect towards him (despite being in a disguise) and offered him very good ideas

He disguised himself as a young woman and seduced him (he felt nasty doing this but he will teach him a lesson) and just coincidentally, this guy’s spouse arrived

He was kicked out of his house and his children hated him

Next was him destroying his career

He made everything posible to make his job impossible

The guy was fired and his ex place of work warned everyone about him, there’s no way he was gonna be in a job again... and if he did, he will just make his stay a hell

But oh no, he wasn’t finished, this was merely the beginning

After many attempts to destroy his life this guy arrived at his door, pleading for help

He said he was going to think about it until you arrived

You were astonished to see them and so do they but the guy’s face is a mix of fear and anger, while yours clearly showed fear

He shout at him, telling Zhongli that he is in danger, that because he was trying to have talk with her and she didn’t wanted, she cursed him and public humiliated him

“Public humiliated?” “That’s right! I told everyone but that snake made herself the victim when I tried to confronted her”

Oh boy, he did just and more wood to the fire

He told you to go to your room and he’ll be with you in a minute

“I’m afraid you confused the situation... my dear (Y/N) wasn’t the one who did that to you... she can’t even hurt a fly” (but you were an traveler and you definitely could defeat many things) “in fact... I know the one who did that to you” “and who is it?”

“Myself” he didn’t care if he blew up his cover, he was doing this for you, and also he didn’t have nothing to loose, he had a bad reputation and nobody in their right mind would believe him

The guy told everyone that Zhongli was Rex Lapis but nobody believed him, he was the mad of Liyue and when trying to prove himself, he ended up killed by a Ruin Hunter

Childe

God... he is pissed... VERY PISSED

He punched the guy in his mouth, you could sore that some of his teeth when flying away

He doesn’t care if he has troubles with the locals or the fatui... or worse... Signiora....

He won’t allow ANYONE to do that

And guys, word of advice

Never flirt with one of Eleven Harbinger Fatui’s partner

Childe got into a fight with the guy

Childe won but not without bruises

The guy in the other hand... didn’t have so much luck...

He probably needed a plastic surgery

When you and Childe returned home (not with the Fatui), you immediately treated his wounds

Childe’s subordinates weren’t happy about this

This guy was in their black list now

From what they knew the guy ended up dead in the forest

Childe give them a great dinner at your house, you were the one who cook most of the dishes but Childe helped you

The best meal they had and a reminder of why they let you be Childe’s partner

Sucrose

Sucrose, our sweet and shy Sucrose... is crying

She thinks you are cheating her with this man/girl

You immediately hug her and telling her that she was flirting with you

This person still tries to bang you but you get upset and you immediately go away with her

Her suspicious of cheating are out of line after Amber told her what happened

She DID flirt with you but you refused, stating that you already have a girlfriend who you love

They weren’t happy with that response

And the rest you already know it

Oh, boi.... if you thought Rosy (my nickname for Sucrose) was a saint... she wasn’t going to let this one go...

Other tip for you, never piss an alchemist...

She managed to give her mercury

Not in person but she somehow managed to do that

Every alchemist in Monstrad was investigated but later on it was decided that this person decided to end they life

If you ask, Rosy had an alibi and many people could tell she was telling the truth, besides, she wouldn’t hurt a fly

Unless that fly becomes more than just a pebble in her shoes

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Breaking point' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

Breaking point'

"My friends are my only family in this world but hurt them...and hell will be falling on you, I can guarantee you that !"

Chapter Summary : It's the moment for Yirina and the whole team to finally get moving on putting down Naga and save Adler from him but there's always something in an mission that don't go as planned.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

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Hearing of the tragic news about Mason's wife and me & Park were no longer feeling to celebrate anything at all for the remainder of the day, giving us an sad mood after Woods told us about what happened. After some minutes spent outside the hangar, trying to get our minds cleared, we decided to return inisde but instead of pretending that we were still good and go back with the others, still talking to each other, we preferred to actually go directly in the dorm, wanting mostly to have an sleep for tomorrow's big operation we are going to make and it will not be easy.

All night, I've been trying to juggle in my brain to search an little 'something' that could maybe help to know more about who was this Naga, also named Kapano Vang. I did heard that name in the first memory when I remembered of Stitch and just before I break his arm but I couldn't find anything else important about him. Was my encounter with him along Perseus was the only time I actually met him ? Or is there anything I'm missing right now ? Only other things I had is the intels the others find on him, nothing else.

Next morning, we took time to prepare ourselves as we planned to leave the base in the beginning of the afternoon to join Rivas. Like she said, she left in the middle of the night to make an recon of the sector the ground team are going to land and continue their path by walk to get to Naga's HQ while neutralizing the enemies that will be on our way as me & Garrett will try to make an better recon of the sector by using an Laotian Huey before joining the others in an specific spot to regroup and to think.

"Yirina !" An male voice came behind me as I was putting my equipment on me : holstler for my M1911 at my waist, some first-aid kits on my vest and my knife at my right boot. I turned around to discover Garrett, already prepared.

"Yes ?" I said, wondering what he wanted before he handed to me, multiples knifes.

"You might want to use some throwing knifes." He proposed to me and I nodded, taking the small knifes in my hand and putting them on my vest at an free space for them. "Oh and I have something else." He added before he got from his back, another knife that was kinda special.

"What's this ?" I asked him, seeing an red button on the knife side.

"You remember that raid we made at our first mission against Stone ?" He gestured with his free hand, pointing at me & him. "When I killed that guy with an knife that got out of its base ?" He continued, having in me the picture of that moment.

"Oh yeah, I got it : that's an ballistic knife." I exclaimed, putting my eyes on it, still in his hands. "Uhm...how does it work ?" I demanded as I wasn't so familiar with that thing

"Pretty simple, you either press the trigger, operating on the lever or switch on the handle." He explained, showing me the knife in detail before I took it in my hands. "Don't worry, I'm sure that you will use it well."

"We'll see that." I whispered, smiling at him as I strapped the ballistic knife at my belt. "Am I the only one who got that ?" I questioned him

"No, I gave one to Park and I didn't forget Song too." He replied, looking around as Park & Song were talking to each other and their looks were on us. "I can say that you got luck to be with Park, Yirina." He told me silently as I was still looking at Park with great eyes.

"Thanks." I smiled at him, blushing an little about talking about it to him. "Can say the same with you & Song."

"Thank you too." He did the same thing as me while I was quite impressed to see his gratitude towards me, he's an great friend. "Anyway, you're ready about our part ?" He asked me, mentioning the recon we will have later.

"Yes, just fearing that something will not go as planned." I expressed my doubts about it but it was very minimal to say.

"I know, there's always something that aren't going as planned in every mission." He exclaimed, taking an breath as he was looking outside towards the Huey we're going to use. "Trust me, things will go fine."

"I'm trusting you." I affirmed, putting my hand on his shoulder, thanking him to be an nice friend.

"Thanks again." He breathed before he look at my desk, seeing my guns. "I think it's time that we move on, looks like Woods is awaiting for us." He pointed outside, his eyes on Woods talking with Wolf next to the helicopter.

"Good, go there, I will be there in no-time." I grinned at him before he decide to collect his last piece of equipment on his own desk while I was taking in hands my guns, putting my M1911 in my holstler and taking my MP5 and then, I was on my way to join the others near the chopper, everyone was there...except Mason who already left the base last day.

"Looks like everyone is here." Woods spoke up, seeing me arrive near the group, holding his XM4 with his right hand.

"Any news of Rivas's team ?" Song asked to him directly.

"Last checkup with them was minutes ago, everything is all good on their side." Wolf replied, crossing his arms after he put his 'Death Machine' in the helicopter. "They're going to do one before we arrive near the LZ." He continued, his eyes on Song.

"Everyone has everything they need ?" Sims interjected, already settled at his place inside the helicopter. "Because we're not going to come back until we're done with Naga and saved Adler." He confirmed to us as our mission is going to be very long in the Laotian jungles.

"Well, we're going to make this quick then." Garrett scoffed, finally moving to get at his seat before the others start to join him.

"Woods, tell me that I ain't going to fly that thing again." I called Woods out about that before he shook his head.

"No, I'll be flying that thing first but when you & Garrett will be making that advanced recon in it, it will be the co-pilot that will take the commands." He reassured me, putting his hand on my shoulder, it was true that putting me in controls last day did almost freak me out. "Before we go, I need to know something." He added, taking me apart an few meters from the helicopter, his hand still on me. "No one is aware for Mason's true departure ?" He demanded.

"No, me & Park didn't tell anything." I replied, sure of my words as only Sims & Wolf got worried about it but of course, we hold our promises to Woods & we lied to them. "Don't worry, Woods, we'll tell nothing." I continued, nodding to him.

"Thanks." He breathed, removing his hands off me. "Let's go then, we have to save one of ours." He whispered, sounding very low as he was opening the pilot's door and me, going behind to sit next to Park.

After I was rightfully seated, Woods started the Huey engine and an few seconds later, we were taking off from the helipad, ready to fly above the jungles to join the supposed LZ that was very far from our location and also Rivas team to it. I can say that having her & her team to check things in advance will maybe help the ground team to not deal with too much Naga's soldiers along the way while me & Garrett will check their path in advance.

During the flight, I was pretty silent, checking up my guns in case with, of course, the safeties on on them, not wanting to fire an bullet in that thing like that and also, the ballistic knife that Garrett gave me. Song & Park did also have the same as he claimed to me, put to differents places of their outfits. Sims was, him, really nervous right now, holding his M60 and his eyes focused on the outside view.

"Thinkful, Sims ?" I demanded to him as I was seated just next to him at my right after I finished to take an look to my knife, putting it back at my boot.

"Uhm ?" He chuckled, surprised to hear me talk to him.

"I said that you were thinkful ?" I repeated my question.

"Oh...uhm, yeah, I am." He replied, sounding very low and I was almost not able to hear it because of the loud noises of the rotor blades. "Just thinking that it's like in the old times." He added, making an little laugh about it.

"You & me are making an hell of an team, remember ?" I joked around as it was something I heard from Adler in an fake memory...'Fracture Jaw'....why I am laughing about this ?...

"Welcome to 'Nam." He exclaimed to me, showing me his M60 in hands until we start to hear some gunshots through the headsets we were wearing, that wasn't something shooting at us, it was the main radio.

"Shit, Rivas." Wolf said, taking the radio in hands to activate fully.

"Mission is FUBAR !" We could hear Rivas's voice very loudly from the radio and by the sound of it, her & her team were in big trouble. "We need immediate reinforcements, falling back to the LZ !" She continued in her message as I was trying to look outside to check if we were soon arrived.

"Hold on, Rivas, we are inbound !" Wolf confirmed to her, meaning that we were close of the LZ before he peaked his head between Woods & the co-pilot. "Get us on the ground, now !"

"Copy that, hang on !" Woods ordered to us before brutally turning the Huey completely and hopefully that we were attached to our seats because I wouldn't like to bump into someone or worse, been ejected from the helicopter.

"Be more brutal next time and no one will be behind." Song scoffed to Woods as she was just near the outside before verifying her M16. It's true that everyone went almost out.

"It was like that before ?" Garrett asked to Sims who shook his head.

"Nope, sir." He responded in an half-serious voice as the chopper was approaching some ruins that was in the middle of the jungle with no trees around, like an small plain.

"I have your visual, LZ is hot !" Rivas voice came again through the radio as I could see in the outside, seeing an warzone going on in those ruins. "Light them up !" She shouted before the radio went off.

"Damnit, goddamn Laos." Woods breathed as he was starting to land the plane on the same ruins we saw from afar. "It's go time, Wolf, get on the gun !" He ordered as Wolf took his 'Death Machine' in hands from the chopper ground "Okay, jump off !" Woods added before he finally land the chopper on the ground.

At his order, we all jumped in an second, Wolf opening the lead with his minigun to fire at everything that was in front of us as the others were quickly moving into cover to escape the multiples bullets that were coming towards through the few soldiers that was making an resistance against us while Wolf was spreading an lot of bullets with his precious 'Death Machine' in hands.

I fired some bullets from my cover with my MP5, hitting some of the lucky guys that managed to escape Wolf's minigun and to say, I was surprised that Rivas was only with an few soldiers on her own as I remember that there were more people with her, meaning that something went very wrong in here, seeing some bodies near us that was dressed up in standard american gear...something was off here.

After an few moments, the fight finally stopped between us, only hearing the wind around us. I only used an mag from my MP5, wanting to get the necessary for the next fights and as I was checking it, Woods finally got out of the chopper with his XM4 in hands, having exchanged places with the co-pilot that was now the pilot.

"Rivas, where's the others ?" Woods asked, looking at her direction.

"We were ambushed, they knew we were coming !" She responded, holding something that was looking like an crossbow in her left hand and pointing to an dirt path leading inside an forest. "Camp is a few clicks east." She added.

"Fuck, we can't abort or Adler is good as dead." Wolf expressed, sounding very serious, walking next to Sims. "Even if they're making an hard fight to us, we can't back down." He continued as it was true since yesterday, Naga wouldn't employ that if Adler wasn't in the region.

"Adler is one tought son of a bitch." Woods exclaimed, looking at the dirt path. "But everyone has an breaking point !" He then looked at me & Garrett. "You two, return back inside and do your recon, you will give us an update once you finished." He ordered and we nodded to him as we start to walk inside the chopper as the pilot was starting the engine again.

"Yirina !" I was called out once I was inside and when I turned my back, I could see Park arriving with Song behind her. "Watch out, okay ?" She demanded.

"I will be, don't worry." I affirmed to her as she was removing her bandana that was covering her mouth, making me move slowly towards her. "I'll be fine." I continued before we pulled in for an quick kiss as Song & Garrett were doing the same.

"Oh my god !" Woods chuckled the only two couple in here, kissing. "Time is wasting, kids." He expressed in an lazy voice before he rolled his eyes.

"See you later." Park whispered to me before she winked at me, putting her black bandana on and I winked back in return.

"Let's move !" Rivas told everyone that was not in the chopper and then, the ground team start to move away from the ruins, leaving us with the pilot.

"Okay, you two." The pilot started, looking at us. "I will be flying above the place marked on that map but it will be an straight flight so make sure to spot things quickly because we're supposed to be an simple Laotian Air Force Huey, understand ?" He explained to us.

"We're good." Garrett answered as he was sitting back at his seat, not attaching himself like me.

"Then, let's go." The pilot said as he was starting to take off the ruins, ready for our recon above the outposts Naga is using in the region.

We flied straight to get ahead of the ground team and like the pilot said, our flight couldn't be suspiscious from Naga's men, meaning that we are going to act like if we were only members of the Laotian Air Force. As it was going to be quick, me & Garrett positioned ourselves at each part of the transport bay to have an better view on each side, having an map in our hands as we were given an replicate from the original one and some binoculars.

For the 15 next minutes, we only flied above two Naga's outposts on the way to his HQ, discovering that they were small and its mens were basically not fitted to be normal Perseus soldiers, mostly members of Naga's cartel but after passing these two outposts, we couldn't go too far as we were at the limits of getting next to Naga's HQ that was filled with AA guns and we weren't going to take an risk.

"Time to head back to drop you two at a strategic location." The pilot told us as we were checking the map, meaning that it was the end of our recon and that we will have to get our feets back on the ground.

"Where do you think we could go ?" I asked to Garrett as we were getting back at our seats

"I don't know, maybe somewhere between the two outposts." He replied, his hands on his map to see where we could land in safety. "There is the safe point we will join the others." He pointed at his map to me where an red marked square was drawed, something I didn't have on mine. "It's at least 5 minutes from...." He was going to finish until we start to hear some ringing like an alert. "What's happening ?" Garrett demanded to the pilot.

"Shit, we've got locked in !" He responded, panicked. "Strap yourselves, I will try to evade them." He exclaimed as he start to make some manoeuvers while us were strapping to our seats, trying to check outside. "Using the countermeasures." The pilot actioned something on the controls panels as an lot of flares were dropped behind the helicopter.

"Damnit, those fuckers are using guided launchers !" Garrett said, peaking his head to look outside. "Fuck, RPGs !" He exclaimed....but it was too late for the pilot to avoid an rocket to hit the tail of the Huey.

"We're going down !" The pilot shouted, trying to take back the controls but it was useless as the Huey was going down and then....it was all black....

I heard an loud crash in my head, trying that it was done until I start to slowly reopen my eyes, figuring out where we just crashed....just on an cliffside. I looked at Garrett who was looking wounded and the pilot....shit, he was dead, having almost gone through the windshield of the helicopter. Me, I was still strapped to my seat, having my head that was hurting me an little, despite the crash.

"Shit....the pilot's dead." I whispered in an low voice before I look at Garrett. "Garrett ?"

"Aaah....my legs..." He was sounding in pain, trying to hold his lap and when I look at his knee, they were badly hit, he wasn't strapped to his seat. "I can't feel them." He added.

"Fuck." I exclaimed, directly starting to detach myself from my seat to move to get to him but then, the helicopter start to move on its side, causing Garrett to move away from his seat and going out. "Garrett !" I managed to grab his hand but my moves caused me to also fall from the helicopter, finding me to hold Garrett with one hand at a least 100 m of the ground while the other hand was grabbing one of the helicopter skid.

"Damnit, shit !" Garrett said, trying to move his other hand to join my hand that was holding him.

"I've got you !" I told him, trying to move him to get on the same levek but...each time I was trying that, the helicopter was moving itself slowly towards the fall down the cliffside.

"This chopper is going to kill us if we move too much." Garrett expressed, looking above him, the crashed choppter. "Fuck....fuck...." He cursed, still moving his other hand to get to me while me were trying to move him to get his hands on the skid but the helicopter was still moving. "Yirina..." He closed his eyes for an second. "You...you have to let me go." He demanded, shocking me at my high level.

"No, I can...I can do this !" I protested against him but he shook his head.

"It's too late, we're going to die before you can do this." He affirmed but I didn't want to believe him, trying to move him. "I can't move my legs and....shit...I will not make it."

"No, please..."

"Yirina...tell Song...I loved her so much." He cut me straight and he was starting to make my eyes cry, still holding his hand firmly.

"No....no." I pleaded, my voice really cracking at this point until he closed his eyes for an second, before reopening them.

"Take care of Park !" He whispered before...he let his hand go away....

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO !" I screamed as I was seeing him fall to his death....unable to do an thing to save him....obliged to watch him die.

I...I wasn't able to save him and he accepted his death like that but I could have save him but there were nothing I could do for that. I was so sad and bad at the same time until I resigned myself to get my both hands back on the skid to use it to get back inside the crashed helicopter and quickly jumped off again until it finally fall from the cliff, finding myself on the ground, trying to figure out what I can do now.

"Hands up !" Someone shouted in front of me, discovering two armed mans slowly advancing towards with AK-47 in hands, it was Naga's cartel members, not even fully protected. "Come on, hands up, american !" He spoke up again, staying at that position with his friend as I slowly got up, feeling the rage inside of me growing up.

"Come on...american...put your hands up !" The other soldier demanded, sounding panicking as he was seeing my face going in full anger as I was finally up, head down and breathing loudly until I closed my eyes, thinking that my rage is taking over me. I then opened my eyes, ready....

"AAAAAAAAAH !" I screamed all my rage and so loudly that birds were scared and it could have been an scream that everyone around at 1 km could hear, my rage was posseding me and I couldn't back down and I wasn't going to do this.

In an second, I got my hand behind me to grab an throwing knife to quickly launch it on the second terrified guy, hitting right into the head. The two were really scared of me, seeing them trembling like a leaf...and I was going to unleash hell on them. At the moment he saw his friend going down by my knife that the first soldier who talked, dropped his gun to the ground, breathing anormally and trying to get back from me...the death that was coming to get him, getting my knife off my boot.

"You son of a bitch !" I shouted to that guy as he was stopped by an tree behind him, no way to escape and then, I put my left hand around his neck while having the knife in the other. "You see how it fucking feel to lose an friend ?" I exclaimed before I start to brutally stab the man in the chest. "You...see how it feels ?" I repeated at each stabbing of that guy as the blood was coming in my hands and clothes until the guy wasn't breathing anymore, stabbed to death by me before I let him go, throwing him on the ground as he was nothing to me.

"Are you here ?" I could hear the dead man radio going on, recognizing the voice on it....

"Naga !" I whispered in an low voice, starting to get the radio in hand.

"Did you check the wreckage of the helicopter ?" He demanded to his guys that were now dead with me still listening to him. "I repeat, is there any survivors to deal with ?" He repeated in an worried voice until I got the radio closer to my mouth, ready to get him aware.....

"I'm coming to get you, Naga !"