#ye we could add the more villain of the week guys but I wouldn’t count them

[lieutenantbiscute]

You new reference sheet for the Rise boys got me curious. Are they different than their show counterparts and if so, in what way?

Hmm, I’d say that their flaws in canon show aren’t as prominent in the AU. like, with Rise Donnie he needs validation from older parental figures but in my AU Corrin has had that support and praise since he was a kid so he knows his capabilities and such.

Rise Leo is hype man and has his insecurities about being only the hype man. In AU Cino has insecurities yes, but they’re more so surrounded about personal actions rather than acting as a co-leader to Rovva.

Rise Raph and Rovva both share their anger issue but Rovva differs in the fact that he has his father, His uncle Slash and Leatherhead to help process and use his anger in an efficient way for combat and defense.

Rise Mikey and Orion both still hold the ‘Dr. Delicate/Feelings’ persona but with Orion is very much a gag rather than a 15 playing therapist.

The ShellShock sons have a much more stable base of reference compared to their canon Rise counterparts. Points of interest when it comes to values and fighting and family. If Cino doesn’t wanna talk with his parents he goes to Uncle Leo or Mikey, if Corrin just wants to blow off steam he joins his brother Orion and Dad Raph to go spray paint tagging around the sewers and alleyways.

Rovva sticks with his mom Mona and Uncle Mikey when he wants to spend time cooking or weapons cleaning. Orion himself besides doing art stuff or foodstuffs with his uncle, is often spent chilling with Leo in the dojo training with Cino when he joins in or just meditating when stuff topside gets too much.

The kids have multiple points to go out and seek comfort from understanding parental figures in their lives. And our 12 Gang is here just for that! They know what it’s like to have questions that go unanswered because they have a lost authority figure or are in bouts of self isolation.

With the au it’s about having a support network; one I feel the Rise gang didn’t have enough of and where the 12 gang shined in some instances.

[caker-baker]

The Fall Guy

Ah, hell. Maybe the hero didn’t think this through. This was more of a myth than anything, if myth was the right word.

Or maybe it was just a pizza place and the hero was overthinking things.

Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Uh, hi.” The hero greeted the lanky cashier. “Can I get the hero’s special? I’m willing to pay extra.”

The cashier regarded this with a blink, then another, then finally, to finish off his grand display of emotion, he sighed.

“With or without the ‘save the day’ toppings?”

The hero scrambled to remember what to say. “With, please.”

Now with mild interest, the cashier leaned over. “Down that way, second door on your left.”

“Thank you.” The hero said with narrowed eyes.

Holy hell, that whole interaction felt like a strange dream that was a little too realistic. And that cashier was a bit too intrigued.

Jesus, their heart was beating in their ears at this point.

It could all be a lie, all of it, this could all be an intricate and carefully crafted lie told by a villain, made to lure in unsuspecting heroes to their deaths.

Too late now, their hand was already turning the handle.

Where the hero was expecting some small room that fit logistically with the rest of the joint, there were stairs.

No, they didn’t like this at all. But what was the choice, go down there, or go back outside?

Downstairs it was.

Surprisingly, it got lighter, and larger, a hard contrast to the ominous setting. And with the light came music. Something very upbeat, lots of drums and guitars, and loud.

With their final step, the hero was able to see the cause of the music, two large speakers attached to a phone.

They also got to see the apparent villain, sitting and humming along to the beat.

“Hello?”

The villain, who’s head snapped up, reached to turn down the music before turning around.

If the hero was unsure before, they definitely were unsure now. They couldn’t help being nervous as an oil stained face looked them up and down.

“I know you.” The villain finally said.

“You do?”

The villain hummed in thought. “You were the one involved in the bridge incident two weeks ago, yeah?”

A strange bout of pain overcame the hero.

“Yeah, that was me.”

“Well, no need to look all guilty about it.” The villain stood from their stool, still shielding whatever caused the oil on their face. “Everyone screws up. Is that why you want to leave?”

“No! I’m not running away from that, I’m running away from-”

“You’re getting away from the heroing part. I get it.” The villain reached behind them, grabbing measuring tape. “Mind if I get your measurements?”

“What for?”

“The decoy. Did whoever told you about this not tell you about how it works?” The villain spoke while they untangled the tape.

“No. I didn’t even know if this was real. I thought the cashier was just annoyed by me.”

“Yeah, Paul, he’s just judgy.” The villain stepped closer. “Step on this.”

The hero put a foot on one end of the measuring tape while the villain pulled the rest of it up to the top of the hero’s head.

“Thanks.”

The villain seemed fine in silence, the hero, however, felt like their whole being was vibrating with questions.

When the villain moved away, the hero felt themself breathe out heavily.

“You alright there?” The villain asked, turning away to write something down. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous.”

The hero chuckled awkwardly. “It wouldn’t be very heroic if I was, would it?”

Turning around again, the villain spoke. “Well, considering you won’t be a hero much longer, I won’t hold it against you.”

It all seemed to fall out of the hero at once, words carefully hidden away now in full sight.

“I didn’t even want to be a hero, then one day I was drafted. I don’t know how they found out what I could do, I never registered. All I wanted was to keep my head down, but suddenly I was out with the big leagues.”

Several creases had formed on the hero’s head.

“And then the tracking, oh, God, the tracking. I went out for fast food once without telling anyone, just for a moment of peace, and it was like the world imploded.”

The villain rested their chin in their hand, nodding emphatically every once in a while.

“You know there’s three days of training before they shove you into the world. They don’t care what you run into, as long as you defeat it. ‘Real heroes don’t run’ type bullshit. Ironically, that’s the most freedom we get, going up against something or someone three times our sizes.”

The villain turned their head to the side.

“And there’s a seminar on meeting foreign dignitaries! Meetings on how to address the general public, correct customs for different world leaders. Jesus, I don’t even get a choice on where I stay! I could be shipped off to Japan tomorrow.”

The hero stopped, their eyes glazing over with a strange numbness.

“Then I messed up, put on house arrest. God, that’s the happiest I’ve been in a while. Of course, I did have to beg to go and get ‘pizza’, even after the house arrest. That was the only downside, I guess.”

A beat.

“Are you finished?” The villain asked.

A brilliant scarlet color bloomed across the hero’s face. “Sorry. I got carried away.”

The villain waved them off. “Happens to nearly every one of my customers, sometimes the best therapy is just venting to the fall guy.”

“Fall guy?” The hero echoed, eyebrows furrowing.

That made the villain pause. “Yes? If this was all found out, who do you think would take the fall? Paul?” They laughed.

“Are you never, I don’t know, worried about being caught?”

The villain shrugged half heartedly. “Well, last time it happened, I just packed it up and moved. This time I had to make it pizza. Used to be donuts.” Their lips pursed. “I miss the donuts.”

The hero opened their mouth, then closed it again, trying to figure something out.

“What if-” Those weren’t quite the right words. “What happens if one of your, ah, customers gets loose lips, talks to the wrong person?”

“That, my dear hero, is a matter of trust. And it helps I am financially gifted, powerful. It’s a matter of who would last longer, and it will always be me.”

“I see.”

The villain leaned against their work table. “Hey, do me a favor.”

“Sure.”

“Can you portal something?”

The hero blinked, not expecting that. “Depends on what and how far.”

“Yourself, to a rendezvous point, say, oh, twenty six miles from here.”

The villain was grinning, waiting patiently for the hero to realize their plan.

“You use the heroes who come here, their powers to help them.” They concluded.

“While my decoys certainly do last quite a while, it’s not forever, and heroes often don’t realize the assets they have available. Speaking of, how come you haven’t tried it?”

The hero swallowed. “Portalling a living person is complicated.”

At that, the villain motioned with their hand, urging the hero to tell them what they weren’t saying.

“And,” the hero began. “my portals don’t like technology. The tracker in me could malfunction, electrocuting me before I get all the way through.”

“How did you learn that?” The villain asked, turning to scribble something down.

“The bridge incident was my first mistake as a hero, not a person.”

The villain let out a laugh. “Seems you’re just as morally gray as me.”

“It’s why I can’t be a hero.”

The villain smirked at the self righteousness of the hero, who probably didn’t even realize they were being self righteous.

“And the tracker,” the villain switched subjects. “standard GIM-14U?”

Wait, something wasn’t adding up here. There was something too certain, too familiar about the way it rolled off the villain’s tongue.

“How’d you know?”

The villain tensed, as if they hadn’t expected anyone to pick up in their certainty.

“My clientele often times have the same one.”

“And?” The hero prodded.

They could hear the villain mumble a curse under their breath.

“I used to have one. First prototype, in fact.”

Something else didn’t add up. The first GIM-14U came out several years ago, when the hero was a kid. The villain was barely older than the hero, maybe the same age. Why did the villain have one when it just came out?

It took a moment too long to realize. “You were the child prodigy, the one who vanished.”

The villain did a mock bow, their muscles relaxing slightly. “In the flesh, although technically, I’m M.I.A.”

“Oh, God. Now you-now you get other heroes out.” The hero almost laughed. “That’s genius, it’s the perfect payback, it’s-”

“What makes you think it’s payback? Maybe I just like helping people.” The villain had a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, oh, gosh. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed-”

The villain held up a hand. “It’s a little bit payback.”

A familiar shade of scarlet crept across the hero’s face, and the former prodigy decided they liked that.

“Now this part is the part most of my customers don’t like - waiting. Your decoy will most likely only take two months. In that time, you need to work on your portalling.” The villain made sure to hold the hero in their gaze. “I will contact you when and where to meet and set up the decoy. I already have your information.”

“How do you-”

“Door frame. Like a metal detector, but more precise. If you are registered on any system anywhere, I’ll know you.”

The hero had relief coming off them in waves. Two months, and all they had to do was practice some portals. And do some heroing, but they could manage.

“You know, you interrupt people a lot.” The tone was joking, and the hero was far too busy trying to contain a smile, there was no time for chiding.

“So I’ve been told.” The villain did smile. “Now, about my payment.”

“Right.” For a second, the hero fumbled around in their pockets, before pulling out a wad of cash.

The villain took it, and began counting the bills, their eyes getting wider.

“‘I’m willing to pay extra’ is just part of the code. You know that, don’t you?”

The hero shrugged. “Do you not want it?”

In the blink of an eye, the money was pocketed by the villain. “I didn’t say that. Pleasure doing business with you.”

The hero nodded, and turned on their heel, then stopped suddenly to ask one final question.

“If you know everyone from the door frame, why bother with the measuring ordeal?”

“Gets people to open up, relax a bit.”

Oh. That was sweet.

“You aren’t a bad person, are you?” Asked the hero.

“Hey now, don’t go telling everybody. My scary reputation could be ruined.”

The hero, a ghost of a smile on their lips, left, back up the stairs, through the pizza place.

Two months.

[hateswifi]

I Only Have Eyes for You

A quick Daminette blind!Mari Au with a twist at the end. I hope you enjoy! Go check out my other stories after you finish reading.

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"I'm so sorry," Marinette said, brushing herself off as she stood up.

"Watch where you are going next time!" a  deep voice angrily exclaimed before she heard his footsteps rush off in front of her.

"Marinette! That was so rude why would you draw attention to yourself like that!" Alya exclaimed.

"Well I'm sorry that you all didn't want me to draw attention to my cane, none of you warned me!" Marinette said back. (Ok quick explanation, needed a reason why Marinette didn't have her cane out.)

"Whatever, pay more attention next time," Alya muttered.

"How would you like me to do that?" Marinette asked, leaning to one side.

"I had a friend who overcame her blindness, they did a transplant on her eyes," Lila spoke up, 'attempting' to break the tension.

"Ya because that sounds realistic," Marinette mummers to herself.

"Because it's not realistic," Chloe said, rejoining the group, she had gone to grab Marinette's cane from the bus.

"You've just never heard of it, the doctors probably never told your parents so you wouldn't get your hopes up. I mean you're not too rich," Lila pointed out.

"Girls calm down, it's time to begin our tour," Ms. Bustier said, walking back from the front desk.

"Hello, Francis DuPont, welcome to Wayne Enterprises. I'm your tour guide, Richard," The tour guide greets. *Insert Lila lying and normal field trip shenanigans here (if requested will write later) * "I hope to see you all at the celebratory gala at the end of the week, please enjoy your stay here in Gotham."

She was tired of her class, she convinced Chloe to take her to the nearest park so she could hear the sounds to hopefully inspire her in her next song. She has been practicing with the help of Uncle Jagged with writing, well someone writing down, songs and singing them. Uncle Jagged thinks she has potential.

Chloe had left Marinette for a couple of minutes to grab ice-cream, they both deserve it after putting up with Lila and her sheep. She hears footsteps approaching her that sounding similar to Chloe's when she wears shoes, not high heels like today, (she's not very used to Chloe's footstep when there not in heels, sue her). 

"Hey, Chloe what ice-cream did you end up getting?" She asked, facing the footsteps.

"Wait you're blind! Why didn't you have your cane earlier?" The voice, definitely not Chloe's, asked approaching her.

"Are you the guy from earlier, the one I ran into?" Marinette asks, avoiding his question.

"Ahh... Yes. Sorry about the 'watch where you're going' that was incredibly insensitive, even for me," he responded.

"Don't worry about," Marinette says, nonchalantly. "I'm Marinette."

"Hi, Marinette, my name is Damian," he responds. "So why are you alone in the park in the most crime-ridden city in America."

"Why? You trying to kidnap me?" Marinette answers with a giggle. "I'm waiting for my friend to get back."

"What have I told you about not talking to strangers, especially ones that look dark and angsty," Chloe says, walking up with two ice-creams in her hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Chloe. I forgot to ask, 'hey, Person, I've never met before, are you dark and angsty? If so by my dear friend Chloe's rules, I'm not allowed to speak with you' because I can totally trust someone's answer," Marinette says sarcastically.

"I'm the sarcastic one! You're supposed to be the sweet angel, who is sometimes terrifying," Chloe wines, placing Mari's cone in her hand.

"Whatever you say, Bee. Damian this is Chloe, Chloe this is Damian. Ya know the person I supposedly 'made a scene over'." Marinette said.

"Nice to meet you, Chloe, I should be off, I don't want to disturb you both anymore and my father will call me soon for a meeting," Damian says, standing. He turns to Marinette and says. "I hope to meet you again." Before he exited the park. 

"How... you can't even see how hot he is," Chloe complains, slouching beside Marinette. 

"Chloe, ya know looks don't matter to me because it's what's on the inside that counts," Marinette says a smile on her face, already knowing how Chloe would respond.

"Plus you're blind so you don't have to worry about how they look," Chloe snickers before checking her watch. "If you want time to walk around the store a bit before dinner, we should get ready to go."

"Cool, let's go then, I promised Mama something I need your eyes to help me," Marinette said, standing up. She tucked her cane away and let Chloe lead her to the shopping district.

The finished shopping, Marinette got her Mama some homemade tea from one of the small business, and a fun new apron. (I'm not funny, so I'm not going to attempt to come up with something clever.) They got back to the hotel with enough time to get ready for dinner. Marinette put on an outfit, with the help of Chloe, high waisted black ripped jeans, a white lace tank crop top, and a pink mid-thigh cardigan, paired together with a silver moon necklace. (idk, it be 1:30). The bus surprisingly didn't leave without her, which she was happy about. The dinner was phenomenal and she has hopes for a good rest of her night, that was until she went to the bathroom and found out her group left without her. She sighs, pulls out her flip phone (I'm like 98.9% sure blind people can't use smartphones.) and dials Chloe's number.

"I tried to get Bustier to wait for you, but little miss liar lied and said you were already on the bus," Chloe explained.

"It's fine... I need a walk anyways, see you later," Marinette said, hanging and putting her phone on silent and exits the restaurant. Not too long after she hears light footsteps touch the ground.

"Miss do you need help getting back to where you are staying? You know this is the most crime-ridden city in the world," A somewhat familiar voice comes from behind her.

"Seriously Damian we're back to Miss?" Marinette laughs.

"Robin, I told you to stay on the roof," another voice comes from landing beside them.

"Damian, you're friends with Richard? He was my tour guide earlier," Marinette adds.

"Umm yes, I'm Damian's brother," Dick said. "You can call me Dick though."

"Hi, Dick, my name is Marinette," She says, holding out her hand in his voice's direction, which he grabs and shakes. She scrunches her nose at the feeling of leather. "Why are you wearing gloves? It's not that cold out."

"Oh I'm a germaphobe," Dick answered quickly.

"Oh I'm sorry, I should be getting back to the hotel," Marinette said, turning her back ti were their voices where.

"Let me walk you ok? Where's your cane?" Damian asks.

"Well Chloe was here with me earlier, so I had put it away in her purse. The class left me behind though, so I was just going to walk home," 

"Wait you're blind? You didn't have a cane earlier as well," Dick asks.

"Oh, that is literally nothing. People think I use it to seek attention," Marinette said. "Damian, can you help me find my hotel?"

"Yea, sure, umm... what hotel are you staying at?" Damian asks. "You can hold on to my arm if it would help you."

"Ok, thank you, I'm staying at Wayne Hotel," Marinette said, grabbing the crook of his elbow.

"See you later, you guys. Call me when you're down, I'll let Brucie know what's happening," Dick said his voice trailing off as they walk off in opposite directions. They walk in silence and when they get to the hotel Marinette squeezes his hand.

"Thanks for walking me, Damian," Marinette said, smiling while looking in where she thinks his face is.

"Bye Marinette, don't be left alone again, people aren't always as nice as me," He snickers. "Good night."

"Night, Dami," Marinette says. as the door opens.

"Marinette! I'm so happy you're ok!" Chloe said, hugging Marinette. She then smacked her arm. "Don't hang up on me again!"

"I'm fine Chloe," Marinette said.

"Thank you so much, Robin! I didn't know how she was going to get back without her cane," Chloe exclaimed. "What have I told you about talking to strangers, even heroes."

"Heroes?" Marinette mutters to herself. "I'm sorry Chloe. I didn't realize that I wouldn't be safe with one of Gotham's heroes."

"I'm messing, come on," Chloe says, grabbing Marinette's arm. "Night Robin."

"Ya night Robin," Marinette says confused. When Marinette gets to her and Chloe's room, she sits on the balcony with hopes of Da-- Robin dropping by. Not too long after she stood outside she heard someone land being her. "Chloe, I'm going to be writing, you can go to bed, I'll be in a bit later." She heard Chloe confirm. "So you're Damian and Robin."

"And you figured it with only meeting me three times, you figured out Grayson with only two times. You know you can't tell anyone," Robin said.

"Well I don't see the difference between you guys, I can only hear the similarities in your voices," Marinette explained. "I wouldn't tell anyone, I understand to have secrets."

"What do you mean?" Robin asks.

"Well for the past couple of years, there had been an akuma problem in Paris," Marinette said.

"What's an akuma and how were they a problem?"

"A villain named Hawkmoth terrorized the city by using their negative emotions against, a hero team named Ladybug and Chat Noir rose to meet the terrorist," Marinette sighed.

"How come no one had mentioned this?" Robin asks,  leaning on the railing beside her.

"Tourists weren't allowed to enter Paris as much and no international news was allowed to do reports. The mayor wanted to keep the whole thing under wraps and we didn't include the Justice League because we realized that people with extra training and sometimes powers would be too hard to take down," Marinette explained.

"What do you mean 'we'?" Robin asks, studying Marinette's face the moonlight highlighting her hair making it more blue than normal along with accenting her cheekbones. 

"My partner, Chat Noir, and I, well just me now," Marinette said, putting her head in hands. 

"You were Ladybug?" Robin asks in disbelief. "Not to sound rude, but how did you manage to do that with your condition."

"While being Ladybug, the magic let me see. They were the best times of my life besides the fact of Hawkmoth. But because of being Ladybug, I was able to see my parents' faces and see the beautiful world. All good things come to an end though, Master Fu took my earrings and Chat Noir's ring and ran away," Marinette accounted a tear slipping down her cheek. "Now I know what I'm missing out on, and there is almost nothing I wouldn't give to see again."

"Why are you telling me this?" Robin asks, looking out over the city.

"Because no one will believe you and I needed someone to talk to who would understand."

"What about Chat Noir?" 

"He's gone, his father killed him and there was nothing I could do," Marinette responding full-on tears streaming down her face now.

"Alfred told me the best way to comfort someone, who is distressed, is to hug them. Do you need a hug?" Robin said, standing up straight.

"Please, he promised he would have my back, but he left me here to deal with the aftermath of Hawkmoth and my class," Marinette said into his shoulder

"Does it have anything to do with your class leaving you behind?" Robin asks, rubbing small circles into her back.

"One girl turned them all against me Adrien tried to help me but her lies were just too convincing. They say I bully her and I lie about everything. They took my cane earlier because they didn't want me to draw attention to myself, that's why I ran into you earlier."

"I was rude earlier which was bad in my part especially since you fell," he said quietly.

"No it was my fault for running into you, I'm just happy we're both ok," Marinette smiled, breaking the hug. She leans against the railing again with Robin following not too long after.

"You said something about writing earlier, what was that about?" Robin asks.

"I write and sing songs," Marinette says.

"Any songs I would know?"

"I don't know, but I sing and write with my uncle Jagged a lot."

"Would you sing?" he whispers almost inaudibly.

"I haven't sung in front of many people, and Chloe is right you're still a stranger," Marinette says with a giggle.

"I bet you have a lovely voice," Robin says. "But you don't have to, I won't force you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable."

"I will but give me a moment, I want you to be brutally honest because no matter how I love my family and friends they won't tell me if I'm bad," Marinette whispers. "I'm only going to sing the chorus I haven't figured out the rest." (not my song In My Head by the Bedroom. Highly recommend, underrated song.)

It consumes my mind

It consumes my soul

It wants my life it wants complete control

Somebody help me before it's bad

Somebody help me before I end up dead

I feel alone, all of the time

It's still quite, lurking inside

"I was right, the voice of an Angel," he says, breathlessly.

"Robin, time to go, have a good night Miss," Dick says, dropping onto the balcony.

"Night Damian, Dick," Marinette says, walking towards the door.

Now Dick and Damian stood on the rood of the hotel. "So you want to explain how she knows who both of our identities?" Dick asked his arms crossed across his chest.

"She recognizes our voices after her friend pointed out that I was Robin she put two and two together," Damian says uninterested.

"Besides knowing your name and that you are Robin, does she know that you are Damian Wayne," Dick asks. 

"No, I don't think she does," Damian answer. "Now that we're done gossiping, can we go back to the manor?"

"You gonna tell Brucie," Dick asks, standing.

"I mean it is kinda important," Damian shrugs before running in the direction of the manor.

At the end of the week at the gala, Marinette wore a floor-length off the shoulder red dress the skirt of the dress looks like a flower. She loved the feel of the smooth fabric, Chloe said that the color complimented her skin. She was sitting at a table with Chloe when she heard the almost familiar footstep of Damian. 

"Nice try Damian, I can tell you are there," Marinette smiled.

"Well, I wasn't trying to sneak up on you, because if I was trying you wouldn't have heard me," Damian says quietly."I was coming to see if you wanted to dance."

"That would be lovely, I'm not too good at dancing," Marinette says.

"I'll lead, I'll make sure that you are comfortable," Damian reassures.

"I trust you," Marinette says, letting herself be lead out to the middle of the floor. "So tell me more about you, all I know is that you have a night job. How old are you because you sound on the younger side to me."

"I'm about to turn twenty in the upcoming month," Damian says.

"I just turned eighteen. What do you want to do in the future?"

"I help run my father's company, I know you want to be a singer," Damian asks, spinning her.

"That's true. What company does your father run?"

"He owns and runs Wayne Enterprises."

"That means you're a Wayne? Is it your choice that you want to work at WE or is it being forced onto you?"

"It's my choice."

"Does it bring you happiness?"

"Yes," Damian says pressing his forehead to hers as the song ends.

"Then that's all that matters then," Marinette says,

"Oh my god! Dick wasn't lying!" A voice screams with fast-approaching footsteps following. Marinette turns to the voice's direction. "How'd you get someone so adorable?"

"Jason! I told you to-- he wasn't lying!?" another voice says, coming from the same direction.

"Marinette, meet my other two of my adopted brothers," Damian said. "The first one is Jason and the second one is Tim."

"We're numbers now? What happened to us being people?" Jason whines.

"You're bothering me," Damian said.

"Damian, be nice to your sibling, I bet they're lovely to have around," Marinette says, playfully smacking his arm.

"Well, then I would win that bet," Damian snickers.

"Well it's nice to meet someone that can stand being around Demon Spawn," Jason says.

"Are you guys dating? Dick said you guys were and that Damian calls you Angel," Tim asks.

"We're not dating," Damian says.

"He has not called me Angel, but he compared my singing voice to one," Marinette responds.

"I forgot to tell you that there was no way the Jagged was complimenting you to be nice. You have a heavenly voice," Damian says, kissing her hand.

"Jagged... like Jagged Stone, Jagged?" Tim asked, squeezing in between her and Damian.

"There are a lot of people with Jagged in the world, what makes you think I'm talking about Jagged Stone?" Marinette asks, speaking towards the spot where Tim had been standing.

"Well, is it him?" 

"Yes, it is him, but--" Marinette said now looking on Tim's direction. 

Tim screams. "Seriously! You're his prodigy?"

"More like his niece but prodigy works," Marinette explains.

"That's awesome, can I have an autograph?"

"I don't know when I'll see Uncle Jagged again, but--" Marinette starts.

"No from you, your voice is calming and helps me focus on my work," Tim says.

"Umm, sure!" 

"After she signs it, will you leave us alone?"

"Yes, we'll leave you two love birds alone," Jason said, grabbing Tim's arm.

"They seem nice," Marinette said. 

"They can be but they are a bit overbearing," Damian said, pulling her into another dance.

"It's nice to have people support you in their own unique ways," Marinette said. They dance in silence at one point Marinette almost falls Damian pull her close.

"You're adorable when you blush," Damian says, lifting her chin so he could get a good view of her face.

"That's not fair, I can't see if you're blushing," Marinette pouts. "Can I feel face?"

"Why?"

"You don't have to, but feeling is like seeing for me along with other blind people," Marinette said, quickly.

"Umm... do you want to go out to the garden so it's quieter?"

"Ummm ok," Marinette said, letting Damian take her to the garden. Damian leads her to the nearest bench. Marinette puts her hands in his. "I don't want to jab your face can you?" Before she finishes, he takes her hands and places them on his face. "Don't worry I recently washed my hands."  Damian chuckles. She runs her fingers over his jaw and cheekbone. "What color are your eyes?"

"Jade green, I also have black hair, and tan skin," Damian says.

"You're handsome... umm I mean you have strong facial features...?" Marinettes stutters.

"You're beautiful as well. Thank you, Angel," Damian says, kissing her forehead. “Will you come to dinner at the Manor tomorrow night?”

“That would be lovely, but I can’t be out too late, we are leaving the day after tomorrow,” Marinette said.

The next day leading up to dinner with the Waynes was uneventful besides some of Lila’s normal lies about Marinette and fabulous stories about her old famous friends that she ran into without anyone else around. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing Damian again. Sure she had been less willing to let herself be open ever since Lila and the loss of Adrien, who had stood with her. 

She got dressed in a white tank crop top with a pink floral pattern, a high waisted skater skirt, and paired with white converse. Chloe helped her, obviously, she said that Marinette looked appropriately dressed. 

“Thanks, Chloe, I’m going to head downstairs. Damian said he would be here at 5:30,” Marinette said, hugging her. 

“Well it’s 5:25 you should hurry,” Chloe said pushing her out the door. 

“Oh crap! Bye Chloe!” Marinette said, rushing down the hall to the elevator. As she ran out of the elevator she heard the lobby doors open. 

“Marinette, did you just run down here? Where’s your cane?” Damian asks, approaching the girl. 

“Hey aren’t you the boy that danced with Marinette yesterday?” Lila’s voice came from what Marinette remembers to be the sitting area. 

“If I am, why does it matter to you?” Damian growls. 

“Because she’s a bully,” Alya’s voice came from near where she heard Lila. 

“I don’t what you’re talking about, she’s sweet, kind, even after I was rude to her and incredibly strong,” Damian said, taking Marinette’s hand. 

“She forgets her cane on purpose for attention,” Lila states. 

“No, from what I was told, you complained that her cane was bringing her too much attention. The cane is what helps her see,” Damian says. “Come on, Angel, Alfred is waiting.”

“Thanks, Dami,” Marinette says. As they get into the back of the car Marinette says. “You know you didn’t have to do that, they stopped affecting me months ago.”

“Just because I didn’t have to doesn’t mean I didn’t want to,” Damian says, kissing her hand. 

“Thank you Dami,” Marinette said, a pink blush spreading across her cheeks. 

“You’re adorable,” Damian said. 

“Now Master Damian, I know I raised you better than that,” Alfred said from the front. 

“Pennyworth, this is Marinette, Marinette this is Alfred our butler and unofficial official grandfather,” Damian said. 

“It’s nice to meet you Monsieur!” Marinette says enthusiastically. 

“Miss Marinette, if I may be so bold, where is your cane?” Alfred asks. 

“Ummm I didn’t realize you knew, but I ran out of the hotel room without it,” Marinette said. 

“Hey, Mari I don’t think I ever got your number. May I have it so we can stay in touch once you leave?” Damian asks, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Oh yeah!” Marinette says, taking out her phone. “Sorry I can text because they haven’t exactly made a smartphone for blind people yet.”

“We can skype,” Damian offers, putting his number in her phone. Before she recites her to him and he names her contact Angel. 

“Of course!” Marinette says as they pull up to the Manor. 

“There are seven steps coming up, I’ll let you know when there are left by squeezing your hand,” Damian says quietly, respecting her wishes to not use her cane. As they get close to the top, as Damian promised, he squeezed her hand. Alfred opened the door to reveal the rest of the Wayne family. 

“This is Marinette,” Damian says. “Marinette this is my family”

“My father, Dick, Tim, Jason, and you already met Alfred,” Damian said, pausing for each of them to say hi in between each introduction. 

“Well dinner is ready if you would like to follow me to the dining room,” Alfred said. 

“Alfred made Shepherd's Pie,” Damian said, pulling Marinette’s seat out for her. 

“That’s lovely, thank you for having me by the way Mr. Wayne,” Marinette said, picking up her fork. 

“It’s my pleasure, please call me Bruce,” he said. 

Dinner went on fine until Jason realized something, Marinette never looked directly at anyone she always looked slightly to the side or a bit above whoever was speaking. 

“Marinette, are you blind?” Jason asks. 

“Jason! That’s very rude,” Dick says. 

“No it’s a valid question, I am in fact blind,” Marinette said.

“You’re very independent,” Bruce notes.

“Well I don't like being seen just for my disability or for being weak because of my blindness,” Marinette explains.

“Angel, no one would think that,” Damian said. “You’re incredible.”

“Thanks, Dami.”

“So Marinette you know our identities, do you plan to keep them?” Tim says.

“Of course,” Marinette answered.

“She used to be a hero,” Damian said. “Ladybug, the hero of Paris.”

“I saw a video of a battle, how were you able to defeat the akuma?” Dick asks.

“Well, I used to have a kwami, her name is Tikki, she gave me sight while I was transformed,” Marinette explained. “But sadly, Master Fu took back my earrings along with Chat’s ring and disappeared.”

“How do we know you're telling the truth?” Jason asked, receiving a smack from Damian. “Hey! It’s a valid question!”

“I’ve seen the footage, they look the same,” Dick says.

“From what I’ve heard, I have scars up and down my back from the countless akuma attacks,” Marinette explained. “And because I was supposed to become the next guardian and I was the holder of the ladybug miraculi, I have with the Miraculi mark.” She then bent her leg to show the mark on her ankle. 

“Ms. Marinette speaks the truth, I have the mark of the peacock miraculi,” Alfred said.

“Adri-- Chat Noir had the same mark.”

“Before he went missing you mean,” Dick cuts in.

“Not missing, Gabriel, his father, and Hawkmoth, killed him before he realized it was his son,” Marinette explained.

The conversation moved into a brighter topic after that. When it was time to leave Damian decided to drive her back to her hotel. He walked her to the lobby. 

“Be my girlfriend?” Damian asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I would love to!” Marinette said, hugging him. She went up on tip-toes and kissed his cheek. “Bye Damian, I’ll count the minutes till I see you again.”

“I’ll see you off to the airport tomorrow,” Damian said, kissing the crown of her head.

(Sorry for the skips, I just wanna get to the part that the whole story has been building to.) Their relationship didn’t falter with distance after Marinette graduated, she moved to the states to attend Gotham Academy. Uncle Jagged promised her parent to check up on her him being in America for recording and shows. Not too long after they graduated college Marinette became a hit as Nettie. Damian proposed to her on the date of her debut. They got married on their fifth anniversary of dating. A year later they had their first son Thomas Adrien Wayne-Dupain. 

On Thomas’ second birthday, Damian prepared a surprise.  “Not too much longer Angel, just a couple more steps.”

“Today on the show we have Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Wayne or as most of you know her as Nettie,” the hostess says. “What most of you all don’t know is that she is blind. Nettie, will you give a wave to the crowd?”

She waves and whispers to Damian. “I might murder you, why are we here?”

Damian just chuckles, kisses her head, and says “Don't worry it’s about to get better.”

“So not too long ago, I reached out to Damian Wayne, her husband, to bring her onto the show so we can we have her reaction for a first time using E-Sight.” At that Marinette hugs Damian, and whispers graciously.

“So today is our son’s second birthday and I know it’s not a gift him, but it will be the first time she sees us for the first time,” Damian says.

“So we have an E-Sight technician here today to help her with the glasses, which she’ll be able to keep,” the hostess says.

 “So I’m going to slide this on your head,” the technician says, placing it over her eyes. “Can you give a look around for me? Can you see?”

“Yes! Yes! I can see,” Marinette exclaims, turning to look at the two most important people in her life. “You guys! You’re both as beautiful as I imagine.” Marinette cries, tears streaming down her face. 

“Come on, Angel, don’t cry,” Damian says, wiping her tears away before pulling her into a hug.

“Thomas, honey, you’re so cute…. I can’t believe it! I can see you both!” Marinette says, taking Thomas. “Hi honey, Mama can see you!”

“Nettie, we brought the rest of your family here so you can see them as well,” the hostess says, welcoming her family to the stage.

“Guys! Mama! Papa! You guys!” Marinette says, letting herself be enveloped in a hug.

“We’re so happy for you, Pixie-Pop!” 

She couldn’t be happier, she was happy before but now she can see the beauty of the world once again. She loved her family more than words can explain and now she didn’t have to just picture them, she can see them for real.

[cosmic-affinities]

All Just A Game

Read it on AO3 here

Summary:

Party games can be a risky and dangerous venture, especially with Class A behind them. Everyone knows their secrets aren’t safe and yet they play anyway, it’s the allure that comes with Mina’s excitement that keeps everyone coming back for yet another round every time. All anyone can do is just hope for the best.

Big thanks to @we-stanjirou (@sapphicflower on AO3) she helped me with this a whole bunch and helped me choose this WIP to finish last night! She also writes on AO3 so you should totally check out her works!

“Can you believe we are getting a full week off! I mean I know it's so they can remodel the main building, but still it's exciting!” Uraraka had taken the news in stride, teeming with sheer enthusiasm at the idea.

“Yeah, I guess. I’m surprised they’re having us stay in the dorms, although I suppose it makes sense since we are still technically in the middle of term.” Izuku wasn’t quite as excited, missing out on a week of class sounded like it would put them dangerously behind.

“Oh, come on Deku! Lighten up, I heard Mina planning a party for us the first night of our break! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Uraraka you could make a villain attack sound fun. But, I will say that having a small party might bring us closer together as a class which I would like.”

“Right! Yeah a… small party, that definitely sounds like Mina.” Izuku rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, but still went along with it. He could admit a party would alleviate some stress.

“Just as long as her ‘small party’ doesn’t get busted by Mr. Aizawa I think we’ll be ok.” The pair laughed even though the statement was true.

“Plus we still have another week of classes until they start renovating so maybe you girls can convince him it's a good idea, he seems to take better to you girls rather than the rest of us…” Uraraka crossed her arms and raised a brow.

“Oh and I wonder why Mr. ‘I have 206 bones and I’m determined to break every single one of them’ or better yet why don’t we ask your little friend explody boy over there, I’m sure together you can figure out why Aizawa likes us more.”

Neither could contain their giggles at her comment, once Izuku finally caught his breath he was able to respond.

“Hey! Haha that’s not fair! It’s not on purpose! Although explody boy is kind of fitting.” More laughter followed, eventually they were holding onto each other for support, trying not to wheeze.

Once the pair had calmed down enough Uraraka was able to give a serious response to Izuku’s suggestion.

“I think if we can get Momo to agree with us we’ll be good to go, and I really think she would be on board!”

“I mean if you get Jirou to ask her I’m sure she would say yes…” Izuku responded with an eyebrow raise.

“Oh you’re one to talk, I bet I could get you to do anything if I asked a certain someone to tell you, although he probably wouldn’t actually listen to me if I’m honest.” Uraraka met Izuku with a skeptical look, daring him to contradict her.

“I- I have no idea what you’re talking about! That’s not true!” Izuku’s face was red and he was waving his arms around, only making Uraraka gain a smug smile.

“You’re all freaked out and I didn’t even mention anyone’s name, seems pretty whipped to me.” With a shrug she walked away, purposely leaving Izuku to scramble.

The next day at lunch Momo gathered the attention of all of Class A, she was happy to announce that Aizawa had given the O.K. for their get together, with a few rules of course. There was to be no alcohol or drugs (cough Sero) and the music was not to be loud enough to wake nearby classes.

Having the official seal of approval only made the class more excited, even Iida seemed a little looser than usual, everyone was antsy as the week went on just waiting for their time to relax and have fun.

Surprisingly Izuku was the least excited for their week in the dorms, even less so that Katsuki. He was getting nervous as to what a party hosted by Mina could entail, his biggest worry being party games.

Izuku never really had a reason to play party games, meaning he never got desensitized to the prying nature of truth or dare, the exposing nature of never have I ever, or the intimate nature of spin the bottle. It was an understatement to say he wasn’t prepared.

Bringing this up with Uraraka two days before the party only managed to make him more nervous.

“WHAT?!? You have never played any party games? Not a single one?”

“Not really no, I never had a reason to! Just tell me what they’re like, please?”

“Oh my gosh you poor poor child, let me get some back up, we're gonna need it.” Uraraka quickly pat Izuku’s shoulder and walked off, seemingly to grab someone else.

Izuku stood confused until he saw Uraraka coming back with Mina in tow.

“Tell her the tragedy you just told me.” Uraraka nudged Mina forward slightly, putting her more in Izuku’s line of sight.

“Uraraka! The fact that I haven’t played any party games is not a tragedy!”

“YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED ANY PARTY GAMES?!”

“Oh thanks Mina, I don’t quite think Monoma from Class B heard you!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I was just shocked is all!”

Izuku shook his head slightly, “Don’t worry about it, I haven’t really been keeping it a secret, but apparently it's embarrassing.”

“Mido no! It’s not embarrassing! Listen I really was just surprised, how about this, do you want me to walk through the general basis of the games with you?”

Izuku’s eyes brightened at the suggestion, “That would actually be great!”

“Alright, I’m going to start with never have I ever, basically everyone holds up ten fingers and then we go around the circle saying things we haven’t done and if you have done them you put a finger down, make sense?”

“Yeah! What kind of things do people say?”

“Well, it can be anything really. Some of them are really tame like ‘never have I ever broken a bone’ or ‘never have I ever dressed up for someone else’ or they can get more  personal like ‘never have I ever kissed a guy’ or ‘ never have I ever made out with someone in public’ I know that when us girls play sometimes we get into dirty little secrets like turn ons, but I doubt it will go that far tomorrow.” With the end of her remark she winked, getting an even blush out of Izuku.

“Alright I think I got the point, how about truth or dare?”

“Alright truth or dare is exactly what it sounds like. Basically we go around the circle, first by spinning a bottle to see who goes first. Whoever the bottle points to gets asked if they want a truth or a dare. Once they choose anyone can come up with a truth or dare and either whoever says theirs first or has the best is the one we go with. I have to add the bit about having the best one because Kami can be a little dumb sometimes and can waste a perfectly good turn.”

The trio stopped to laugh for a moment, all of them knowing well enough how Kaminari could be.

“Alright I have a question about truth or dare, what if you don't want to do it? Like let's say the dare is to wake up Aizawa and you would rather live another day?”

“OH! Right, we have these forfeits, everyone gets two of them. Basically if you don’t want to answer a truth or carry out a dare you use a forfeit and whatever the alternative is you HAVE to do it no matter what. We have let people do the original one if they want but it still counts as them using a forfeit.”

“Alright seems easy enough, what was the last one?”

“The last one is spin the bottle. Everyone sits in the circle and one person randomly spins their empty drink, whoever it points to starts the game off. They spin the bottle however hard they want and whoever the bottle points to they have to kiss, then whoever they just kissed spins the bottle and it goes on until two people have to kiss for the third time. If it lands on two people more than once the kiss intensifies, the first time is a peck, the second time is ten seconds with tongue, and the third time, to end the game, is a full blown make out sesh!” Mina seemed really excited at the prospect.

“Oh wow, not what I was expecting, are there any more rules?” Izuku looked a little nervous at the prospect of kissing his classmates.

“Only if you’re the one to end the game! Basically whoever spins making you two kiss for the third time has to get in their lap. And! Our unspoken rule is that no one gets weird about it after the game is over!”

Her comment calmed Izuku down marginally, it was still nerve racking.

“Alright, are those the only ones?” Izuku was quick to change the topic, not wanting to be questioned.

“There are more but I think we’ll just stick to those three, the party is only so long after all.”

After they finished talking about games, their conversation drifted into the finer details of the party, Jirou was providing music, Momo was in charge of food, the Bakusquad was assigned to snacks and the Dekusquad was given desserts. Everyone else had the odds and ends, like cups and plates.

Once everyone was clear on what they were doing everyone headed to their respective rooms for the night, they all wanted a good night sleep so they could stay up late the next night.

The next morning came quickly and led everyone to finish their assigned jobs, the common room quickly filled with party supplies, orders for food were placed, and the fridge was filled.

Nine o’clock came around much quicker than everyone expected, everyone was busy making sure everything, including themselves looked perfect. Uraraka brought it upon herself to make sure Izuku looked presentable and so she styled him with ripped black skinny jeans and a tight fitted red top.

Everyone filled in once they heard Jirou’s music start, getting ready to break out everything they had collected throughout the day, quickly getting comfortable. An hour passed and Mina was ready to start the games.

“Alright everyone! We’re going to play never have I ever, everyone sit in a circle on the floor, I didn’t move tables around for nothing!”

A majority of the class created a circle, Mina sat down first, to her left sat Jirou, Todoroki, Shinsou, Izuku and Iida. Directly in front of Mina sat Asui and Uraraka with Momo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Katsuki, and Sero to her left between them and Mina.

“Alright, remember be honest, or else it's not fun! Who wants to go first?” Mina was practically buzzing, she had been waiting for a full class party for a long time.

“Oh I can start!” Uraraka was the first to respond, nearly as excited as Mina.

“Never have I ever, stolen something by accident and then returned it.”

“Uraraka! It was one time!”

“Well then you better put a finger down mr ‘I’ll just use endeavours credit card’ cause you’ve done it!” Uraraka was quick to retort, obviously trying to make Todoroki lose first.

“Well I guess that means I’m next huh? Never have I ever skipped class!” Of course Momo would make hers about school, nearly everyone in the circle put down one of their fingers, save for Iida.

“That is very irresponsible of hero course students! You must never skip class again!” Iida’s familiar arm chopping began and everyone merely tucked it away with the rest of his reminders.

“Hell yeah man I’m next! Alright…. Wow this is harder than I thought.” Kirishima looked around the room and his eyes lit up as they landed on Sero. “I got it! Never have I ever sent nudes!”

“Dude! Really?!” Sero quickly exclaimed, distracting everyone from Asui and Uraraka who had also put their fingers down.

As the rest of the circle freaked out over the new information Kaminari leaned over to Katsuki and asked what he should say.

“Like I fucking care Pikachu, just say something.”

“Wow always with the great help Bakubro, now I’m all set for my turn.” Kaminari rolled his eyes to punctuate his sarcasm and realised the conversation around Sero was starting to die down.

“Alright alright, now that everyone has gotten over Sero being a man whore it's my turn! Never have I ever…” He trailed off and glanced back at Katsuki, “Kicked my crush’s ass!”

Katsuki grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I’m going to kill shitty hair’ and put a finger down, across the circle Izuku looked away and did the same.

The entire circle was momentarily shocked, mainly at the fact that Katsuki had a crush in the first place, willingly told someone, and didn’t explode when they shared it with the group. A few mouths opened and prepared to talk, Katsuki quickly cut them off.

“If any of you shitty extras bring this up again I will NOT hesitate to kick some more ass, got it?”

No one dared to say anything, knowing that although most of the time he was all bark and no bite, this time he seemed serious.

“Bro… it’s your turn.” Kirishima was the only brave soul willing to speak up.

“Tch fine. Never have I ever gotten all stupid because my crush talked to me.” Katsuki shot a pointed look at Kaminari who simply turned red and put a finger down, he figured he deserved it for that last one.

The rest of the self proclaimed bakusquad snickered at Kaminari’s reaction, remembering very clearly the first time Shinsou was officially in Class A and their friend’s inability to function after he was directly addressed for the first time.

After he finished laughing at Kaminari, Sero took his turn.

“Never have I ever gotten a girlfriend because of an awesome prank played on you by your best friends.” Sero met Kirishima with a raised eyebrow and motioned towards the red head’s hands with his head.

“Oh shut up! First of all it wasn’t an awesome prank! All you and Kami did was steal my phone and change her ringtone so when I ‘lost’ it and she conveniently helped me find it by calling I would be embarrassed! Second of all, at least I got with her! Unlike some people in the squad!” After Kirishima finished he pointedly looked at Kaminari and Katsuki, clearly pointing out their obvious lack of significant others.

“Hey! Yell at Sero, don’t call me and Bakubro out!”

“I regret ever telling any of you idiots anything and you’re still on my shit list for telling Pikachu and Tape Face in the first place shitty hair!”

“I have heard this argument at least a thousand times and since no one will spill the secret about Bakubro I’m cutting you all off and taking my turn!” Mina finally spoke up, the only person fully aware of the possibilities of the conversation.

“Everyone has been a bit personal, I think it’s time we start learning things about each other! Never have I ever… OH! Been turned on by pain and, or getting hurt!” The look in her eyes would have scared  even the most brave heroes, a few people looked down and even fewer chanced a glance around the circle. Everyone’s attention was suddenly captured by a screech.

“OH MY GOD DEKU NO!!” Uraraka seemed to be brave enough to look around at her friends and was unfortunate enough to notice Izuku putting yet another finger down.

The only one in the group who seemed unfazed was Shinsou, Izuku had his arms covering his red face while everyone else had some combination of horror or curiosity. Mina was the first to break the silence.

“Oh see, now this is interesting! Come on Midoriya, tell your story!” Izuku finally lowered his arms, still red as ever, and looked at Mina.

“Nope! Absolutely not! There are two people who know about it and one of them doesn’t actually know, they just happened to be there.”

Mina wasn’t satisfied, she was hoping something like this would happen. “Come on Midoriya, at least tell us who knows!”

“Fine! I will say that I told Shinsou after the fact because I was stressed! I will also say that he did not help! At all!”

“Hey the only thing I said was that you should just tell-” Shinsou was quickly cut off by Izuku throwing himself over him with a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence! The only thing that would come out of it is that we would both end up dead! I don’t want to die a murderer, Shinsou!” The rest of the group couldn’t help but watch, they had never seen Izuku act that way.

Mina still wouldn’t let up, she seemed determined. “Wait, you said two people know, who is the other?”

After making sure Shinsou wasn’t going to say anything else Izuku let him go and righted himself. “The only other person who would have any, even slim shred of an idea would be the uh… person who um was there.” Izuku quickly looked down, hoping the vague statement would placate them.

“What do you mean was there?”

“Mina, are you seriously going to make me say it?!” Izuku had no luck in trying to get out of further embarrassment.

“I just don’t know what you mean! I would like to understand thank you very much! Was there, like, someone watching?”

“Ugh, fine. No, the other person wasn’t watching. The other person as in… the person who you know? Inflicted the so-called pain?”

At this, Mina finally seemed happy, she didn’t press on Izuku any longer. She did, however, scan the group, looking for another victi- player to tease.

“Oh did Bakubro lose a finger?” She paired her statement with a wink hoping for another good result.

“What the fuck is it to you?”

“So he did! Come on Midoriya told us some now you do too!”

Katsuki crossed his arms and smirked, he radiated pure confidence that Izuku wished he had moments ago.

“Lets just say I never knew getting my ass handed to me would be so hot.” For a moment Katsuki seemed to be in genuine thought, then he continued. “Well thinking about it, it was definitely more the person, according to shitty hair the last time I was drunk I wouldn’t stop talking about them.”

“It’s true, I never wanted to hear about-”

The sound of explosions drowned out Kirishima’s voice.

“Finish that and you’re dead.” Kirishima took Katsuki’s words at face value and raised his hands in surrender, that was not one fight he wanted to have.

“Wow what has gotten into Bakugou tonight? First he allows a pass for Kaminari calling out his crush and then he lets Kirishima get away with almost spilling his secrets.”

“Oh shut up icy hot, first of all crush sounds stupid so I don’t get them, I just happen to hate one person significantly less than the rest of you, second off all it would be much more fun to beat their asses when they aren’t expecting it.”

“WAIT WAIT SHUSH sorry Todoroki but I just registered what Bakubro said. YOU LIKE SOMEONE IN OUR CLASS?!” Mina seemed to have a special flare for the dramatic and tonight was no exception.

“When the hell did I say that?” Katsuki kept his confident demeanour, giving off an air of ‘I know something that you don’t’ and Mina seemed over it.

“Just now! You said you hate someone less than the rest of us, implying that this person is a part of the ‘us’ either of Class A or maybe even players of this game!”

“That’s my girlfriend everyone! Smart enough to figure all of that out because of one word Bakubro said! And I can confirm that she happens to be right, even though I am now slowly starting to truly fear for my life!”

As soon as Kirishima confirmed parts of Mina’s deductions Katuski’s confident smirk turned into a murderous glare. The glare alone was enough to intimidate anyone in the room who was thinking about adding in their two cents.

“Wait wait! Are you confirming that they are in our class or in this group?” Uraraka seemed to have a special interest in the answer.

“You see, I would answer that BUT he’s really scaring me and I don’t want to die tonight.” As Kirishima answered everyone glanced at Katsuki and completely understood his fear.

“Allllllrright I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that this won’t end anytime soon so I’m going to take my turn.” Jirou interrupted everyone’s fear with a fair point.

“Ok never have I ever wanted to kiss a guy.” As Jirou took her turn she couldn’t help but laugh, she knew nearly everyone would have to put a finger down.

Absolutely no one was surprised when only Momo, Jirou, and Iida did not put a finger down. It was common knowledge that a majority of Class A was somehow a part of the LGBTQ community, so much so that they were more surprised to see straight couples while walking around U.A.

Now that the game had been jump started , Todoroki was ready to take his turn.

With a pointed look at Uraraka he started to speak, “Never have I ever been more excited about mochi than seeing my significant other.”

Uraraka sputtered, “It was one time and I didn’t even know Tsu was there!”

“Well you still have to put a finger down, this is what you get for telling everyone about the store!”

“Ugh fine!”

Everyone in the circle looked between the two of them, trying to figure out what was happening, Shinsou decided to move on and take his turn, he glanced around looking for some kind of idea, when his eyes once again found Izuku he was ready.

“Never have I ever had a crush on someone for longer than a year.”

“Shinsou! Need I remind you that you have been in Class A for a year and a half!”

“Oh I will gladly put a finger down, it’s just so funny to see you freak out about me talking about your crush. Plus I don’t think you have any room to talk, if anything you should be putting a few fingers down!”

Izuku gasped and shot Shinsou, a very pointed look. “Seriously! You just had to go and say that!”

“Wait Midoriya what is he talking about you putting multiple fingers down, how long have you had a crush?” Mina was not afraid to ask any question she had.

Izuku’s eyes widened comically, he obviously did not want to answer her question.

“Um over a year?”

“Well duh, that was the never have I ever, but Shinsou made it seem like a lot longer, soooooo how long?”

“Umm not very?”

“Was that a question or an answer?” Mina’s eyebrow went up as she waited for Izuku to respond.

“I am not going to answer that!”

“Why not?!” Mina seemed disappointed in Izuku’s resolve and was determined to get some kind of information.

“Because then it might be kinda obvious!”

“Well yeah that’s kinda the point! You make it obvious, they realise that you’re cute, and then you start dating!”

“Yeah no I don’t really think that's going to happen, and who ever said it was someone that could hear me?!”

“Well since you have been so weird about talking about it I just assumed they could hear you and if you gave too much away they would be able to tell, duh.”

“Oi Pinky! Where the hell was this when you were supposed to be studying last week?! You managed to figure all this shit out but you can’t remember two fucking formulas?!” Katsuki quickly captured everyone’s attention, giving Izuku a moment to breathe.

As Mina tried to come up with excuses Izuku shot Katsuki a grateful look that he returned with an eyebrow raise and a shrug. Shinsou, witnessing their small exchange, immediately elbowed Izuku’s side as soon as Katsuki looked away.

“What, do you need something?” Izuku asked sincerely.

“Yeah I need to know what the hell that was between you and Bakugou!” Shinsou whispered back, in an effort to keep attention away from them.

“Nothing! I just wanted to show him I was thankful he took the attention off of me!” Izuku whispered back, knowing that Iida and Todoroki wouldn’t pay any mind if they did hear something.

“Dude you two are gross you need to just go for it already.”

“Oh you’re one to talk, why don’t you just make your move one Kami already? At least things between you two aren’t complicated!”

“This isn’t about me Midoriya, this is about you and how much you simp for Bakugou, it’s gross.”

“I do not! Plus I think I might be getting over him!”

“Oh yeah right, just last week you were in a gay panic because he shared his water with you after you had sparred for an hour.”

Izuku simply glared in response, not having anything to come back with. Shinsou gave him an ‘I told you so look’ and then turned his attention back to the circle.

The rest of the players were slowly starting to calm down as Katsuki layed off Mina's studying habits.

“Midoriya it’s your turn.” Shinsou loudly announced.

“Oh right! Um never have I ever… stayed up late for someone.”

Everyone was slightly surprised at the question, about half of the circle put a finger down, including Shinsou, he was quick to call out Izuku.

“Wait haven’t you done this Midoriya?”

“Nope!” Izuku popped the ‘p’ and put on a smug smile.

“I’m pretty sure I remember you telling me about being tired one day.” Shinsou seemed suspicious.

“I got up early for someone, not stayed up late!”

“Oh right! I forgot that ~they~ don’t-”

“Shush! Don’t say another word, let’s move on! Iida your turn!”

“Midoriya! It is not polite to shush classmates!”

“Yeah rude!” Shinsou was quick to agree, in hopes of being able to finish his sentence.

“Well what you were about to say was rude and I wanted to prevent my friend from being called rude! Sue me! Now if we are over that, Iida go ahead.”

Shinsou looked disappointed at his missed opportunity but moved on anyway.

“Alright fine, never have I ever been put on house arrest.” Katsuki and Izuku both rolled their eyes at his statement, they were of course the first to have been through house arrest.

No one wanted to feel the wrath of both Izuku and Katsuki so they moved on quickly, allowing Asui to take her turn.

“Never have I ever been tied up in Aizawa’s capture ropes, kero.” Again everyone knew Katsuki and Izuku had definitely been captured before, this time though, a few more people put a finger down as well.

The game continued on, eventually Katsuki and Izuku were out at the same time, quickly followed by the rest of the circle quickly after, save for Iida, he seemed to be the ‘winner’ although the class would disagree.

Once they disbanded everyone split off, some getting snacks or drinks, while others danced, and some even played a few rounds of Uno.

Around midnight people slowly started heading off to bed, Mina on the other hand was quick to announce another game was about to begin.

“Alright! We already played never have I ever now it's time for spin the bottle!”

The original group, save for Iida, sat down just as they had before, Katsuki was the only one with an empty bottle so he put it down in the center.

“Alright! Standard rules apply, Bakubro spin to see who goes first!”

With a small eye roll Katsuki did as he was told, the bottleneck landed towards Jirou, signaling that she was the first to spin to kiss someone.

Jirou spun the bottle with confidence, knowing well enough that her classmates were not the type to make a big deal about a game. Her spin directed her towards Momo, with faint blushes on each of their cheeks the two shared a quick peck and the game moved on.

It was Momo’s turn, she had to give a quick kiss to Todoroki, neither were phased and Todoroki took his turn. It went from Todoroki to Sero, Sero to Kaminari, and then Kaminari to Shinsou. As the bottle pointed to Shinsou, Izuku got minutely excited and he saw the blush creeping up the necks of both Kaminari and Shinsou.

Everyone was making small comments as the game went on, joking about being happy Mineta was expelled long before this game and things of the like.

After Shinsou and Kaminari shared their, admittedly underwhelming, kiss, Shinsou spun and it landed on Izuku. The pair shared a small peck and as they pulled back they both had a small grimace on their face.

“Midoriya, no offence but I hope I never have to kiss you again.” The circle laughed.

“Absolutely none taken, I feel the exact same way. Not to mention I’m pretty sure you had some residual static electricity on you.” As he finished speaking Izuku ran his fingers through his hair, showing that it had started to stick up. Kaminari and Shinsou quickly turned red again at the mention of actual ~electricity~ between them.

Izuku nervously spun the bottle before anyone could mention it, he looked away as it slowed down. When he could no longer hear the spinning he looked up to see every pair of eyes on him, the bottle was pointing to Katsuki. Everyone was on the edge of their seat for a different reason.

Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were waiting to see how Katsuki would react to the prospect of kissing his crush, Mina, Jirou, and Momo were ready to break up a fight if they needed to, and Todoroki, Shinsou, Asui, and Uraraka were curious to see how red Izuku would get.

No one had to wait long, soon enough Katsuki spoke up.

“I’m not crawling nerd, you can come over here.” Katsuki displayed utmost confidence, but to those who knew him well enough they could see the slight uncertainty in his movements and the bit of red peeking out from under his collar.

These small signs gave Izuku enough confidence to cross the circle and plant a small and quick peck on Katsuki’s mouth. As he pulled away both boys were more red than they had started, but no one was stupid enough to comment on it.

Katsuki took his turn and to everyone’s surprise it landed on Izuku once again.

“Ohh our first double of the night! Alright you know what to do, ten seconds, with tongue!” Mina seemed more excited than anyone else in the circle. Izuku looked somewhere between excited and anxious, meaning no one else could really place the look on his face. Both Katsuki and Izuku were red, but neither wanted to put off their kiss any longer.

Izuku was once again the one to move towards Katsuki, but he was met halfway with a gentle hand on his cheek. The two followed Mina’s instructions to a T, even if it was a bit longer than ten seconds. They did not meet each other’s eye as they pulled back, electing to avoid eye contact with everyone.

“That was a bit long wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Shin, that was the exact amount of time we were supposed to kiss, you know for the game.” Izuku quickly whispered back, hoping to avoid the inevitable teasing from Shinsou.

To further avoid the topic Izuku spun the bottle once again, this time it landed on Uraraka.

“Wow am I glad we decided to never do this cause, no offence Mido but, Tsu is a much better kisser.”

Before Izuku could respond everyone heard a small scoff, eventually realising it must have come from Katsuki.

As they looked over Katsuki’s face was impassive as ever, as if they had no reason to pay attention to him, Izuku quickly collected himself and responded to Uraraka.

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t kiss me on a daily basis for everyone to see, huh?” Izuku teased, the pair were, reluctantly, known for being caught multiple times by a multitude of people.

“Oh ha ha, as if you would be any better. I’m sure you would want to show everyone what's yours, oh no wait, that’s them not you isn’t it?” Uraraka was quick to tease back, she shared just enough information to fluster Izuku without revealing who she was talking about.

“I have no idea what you could be talking about! Anyways it's your turn!” Izuku said, much too quickly to be casual.

Uraraka simply giggled and spun the bottle, this time it landed on Asui, the couple gave each other a chaste kiss and allowed the game to move forward.

Asui had to kiss Kirishima, which Mina watched with a jokingly close eye. Directly after, Kirishima and Mina shared a kiss, much to both of their delight. From Mina it quickly went to Momo and then to Jirou, which led to the second double of the night. Both girls pulled away blushing, secretly hoping for a third chance.

Jirou spun quickly and shared a small kiss with Kaminari, noting that she had no problems with electricity coupled with a suggestive eyebrow raise. Kaminari blushed and spun the bottle hoping for his embarrassment to pass, he had no luck with the bottle pointing directly at Shinsou once again, only causing his blush to intensify. The two shared a more passionate kiss, everyone noticed the slight raise to Shinsou’s hair but chose not to mention it for the sake of the pair.

Shinsou spun and kissed Todoroki, Todoroki kissed Jirou, and for the third time that night, Jirou had to kiss Momo. Mina’s excitement at the game ending kiss was nearly unmatchable.

“Oh yay!! Alright you two know the rules! Jirou you have to sit in her lap!”

As the two girls kissed the rest of the circle separated, assuming they would not be finished for a while, they were right. By the time everyone made their way back toward where the games were played the two girls were gone, most likely in one of their rooms.

More and more people left for bed, around 2 A.M. there were only ten people left: Mina, Todoroki, Shinsou, Izuku, Asi, Uraraka, Kirishima, Kaminari, Katsuki, and Sero.

“Alright! Time for the last game of the night! Truth or dare.” Mina was as excited as ever, which no one else understood. Everyone was still having fun but none of them had any of the energy she still possessed.

Everyone sat in the same circle that they had all night, they had become unofficial assigned seats, only coming closer to compensate for the missing people.

“Alright we're spinning to see who goes first, who has an empty bottle?” Mina wasted no time in getting the game started.

Uraraka was the only one to move, she set down her bottle in the center of the circle and gave it a good spin, All the eyes in the room trailed the neck as it spun and stopped at Izuku, Mina was quick to ask the fated question.

“Um dare?”

“Oh this will be fun!” Mina was excited the first choice of the game was a dare and prompted everyone to start thinking.

“Oh I know! Use your cheesiest pick up line!” Although Mina wanted others to participate she could not let her chance go.

“On Bakubro!” Kaminari’s suggestion earned him a swift and hard elbow to the side; he was unlucky enough to be sitting directly next to Katsuki. Everyone in the group quickly agreed with the full dare, to the chagrin of both Izuku and Katsuki.

Izuku didn’t want to disappoint so he took a moment to think of a pick up line and then he began his dare. With a small sigh and then a deep breath to steady himself he started to act as if he lost something. Izuku patted the floor around him, moved things around and even seemed to become slightly frustrated that he could not find whatever it was he was looking for.

“Ugh I can’t believe I lost it! This is so annoying! Hey Kacchan? I‘ve seemed to have lost my number, do you think I could have yours?” Izuku punctuated his last remark with a wink and immediately covered his face with his hands.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry that was the cheesiest one I could think of!” Izuku amended while laughing at himself. The group quickly joined in only furthering his embarrassment.

Katsuki on the other hand was sitting with wide eyes and a dry mouth, he was not prepared to have Izuku’s dreamy look and a wink pointed at him without any warning. Sero quickly tapped his shoulder to try and bring him out of his trance as Kaminari whispered to him.

“Dude you’re being obvious, and that’s coming from me.”

This successfully brought him back to reality with a slight blush on his face, Katsuki quietly cleared his throat and pushed his two friends away from him. Most of the room was waiting expectantly for Katsuki’s response

In hopes of no one noticing his blush, Katsuki simply kissed his teeth and looked away, failing miserably, since most of the group knew how the two felt about each other.

Izuku was the next to speak up, obviously in hopes of everyone moving on from his dare, “Alright Tsu, truth or dare?”

“Truth kero.”

Everyone seemed to think for a moment, Asui wasn’t typically known to hide things from everyone.

“Oh wait I know! When did you start having a crush on Uraraka? You never told us!” Izuku’s suggestion was well accepted, Class A was notoriously nosy.

“Oh um, since we started U.A….” Asui spoke with a prominent blush on her face, and her answer earned many ‘aww’s and Uraraka dropped her head onto her girlfriend’s shoulder.

No one had any comments to make, even though the pair was known for being caught, the class generally thought their relationship was cute.

Uraraka was next, before anyone could even ask she blurted out an excited “Truth!”

Kaminari was quick to shout out his suggestion: “Kiss marry kill: Aizawa, Present Mic, and Midnight!”

No one held back their laughter, some from shock and some from genuine enjoyment.

“Ugh gross Kami! First of all they’re our teachers, second of all THEY’RE OLD!”

No one came to help Uraraka, they all wanted to know.

“No one? Ugh fine I guess marry Midnight, uhhhh kiss… Aizawa? And kill Present Mic? I don’t know this is weird!”

Everyone seemed satisfied with her answers and let her off the hook.

“Alright Kiri! Your turn, truth or dare!” Mina seemed excited for her boyfriend's turn.

“Dare all the way!”

“DUDE. Smell everyone’s feet and rank them from best to worst!” Sero must have gotten…  something past Aizawa. There is no way that was a sober fueled idea.

“Alright feet up everyone!” Kirishima was quick to make his way around the circle, making a mental list as he went along.

“Alright number nine Sero, even your feet smell like weed dude. Eight Kami, bro change your socks or something. Seven Todoroki, normal not gonna lie. Six Uraraka followed by five Asui. Number four Shinsou, kinda smells like lavender? I don’t know but it wasn’t bad. Three my baby girl Mina. Number two Midobro! I don’t know how but it was very minty and I’m here for it. And finally number one, Mr. ‘My sweat smells like caramel’ himself, Bakubro!”

“You know, I think I would have liked to have seen some more hesitation but I guess that's the game.” Mina was stuck between being impressed or weirded out with her boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“That’s the name of the game baby girl! Now Kami, truth or dare?”

“I think I'm gonna go with truth on this one.”

“Ohhh ok I have something that I need confirmed, do you have a crush on someone?” Mina once again took some initiative and spoke up first.

Kaminari quickly turned red and looked down, hoping to not give anything away. He mumbled out a small ‘Yes’ barely loud enough to hear.

“Oh sorry what was that, I didn’t hear you there Pikachu.”

“Ugh dude really? Fine, I said yes!”

“And that’s why you don’t screw me over.” Katsuki leaned into Kaminari’s space, making it clear that he did not appreciate the stunt he pulled earlier with Izuku.

Everyone momentarily gushed about Kaminari’s revelation, other than those sitting next to him, they already poked enough fun at him as it was.

“Alright alright, that’s enough ha ha I have feelings now! Bakubro, truth or dare?”

“Truth, I don’t need any of you making me do dumb shit.”

“Oh Bakuhoe, how many people have confessed to you?”

“What the fuck is that suppsed to mean Pinky?”

“You know how many people have tried to ask you out or tell you that they like you?”

“Why the fuck would anyone do that?”

“Because you’re basically Class A’s resident hot guy?” With Mina’s statement Izuku started whispering to Shinsou, no one seemed to notice.

“Pinky you are making no sense.”

“Ugh do I have to spell it out for you? Fine, Class A is an objectively attractive group, but it's obvious that everyone around us has a general rank. You, for example, are the hot bad boy, generally unapproachable but you have some kind of secret soft side that is redeeming. The brave ones confess to you and get shot down, probably because of some long term attachment which plays into your soft side.

Next would be Todoroki, he’s the stoic pretty boy. Everyone thinks he’s out of their league so no one confesses to him until he has some kind of revealing thing exposed which makes him seem more normal and not just a poster boy.

And then there’s Midoriya, he’s the oblivious cutie. Plenty of people have tried to confess to him but he has eyes for one person only which makes their attempts seem friendly at best. When someone tries to tell him that they like him, he responds with ‘oh you’re a great friend too’ and means it.”

Everyone sat silently, stunned by the, admittedly accurate, breakdown of the three most prominent figures in their class, until Katsuki finally spoke up.

“Ugh what the fuck Pinky? You make it sound like we’re in some kind of Shoujo.”

“Yeah if anything we’re at least a Shounen!”

“Pikachu you are a fucking idiot and you missed my entire point.”

After Mina’s original statement, Izuku took to whispering to Shinsou as the rest of the group conversed.

“She’s not wrong you know. Have you seen him? First of all he is objectively attractive, that paired with his ambition and drive has got to mean some people have tried to confess to him. And if that doesn’t do it then his physique definitely would, anyone with eyes would agree with me! That’s all to say I'd let him bend me over a table any day.”

“Look Mido, as much as I would love to hear you go on about Bakugou’s abs for the millionth time, is this really the right place to do that?” At Shinsou’s remark Izuku turned red, trying to come up with a quick response.

“It’s not my fault that he’s freaking hot!” Izuku seemed to be getting more flustered as time went on.

Uraraka interrupted both conversations going on around her by loudly questioning Izuku.

“What are you whispering about over there Midoriya-kun?”

“Uh um nothing!”

“Are you sure you seem pretty red?” “Yes! I’m sure! Hey isn’t it Sero’s turn? Sero truth or dare?” Izuku spoke much too quickly for it to have been casual but the rest of the group decided to save it for later.

“Uh truth I guess.”

“Oh now this is interesting, I have been wanting to know who has seen your nudes!” Uraraka moved on quickly once she heard a new opportunity come around.

“Oh easy, Camie and the bakusquad, except Mina, she didn’t want to give me her input.”

“Uh duh! I do not want to see ANY of that, even if it was to make sure it looked ok before you sent it off to your girlfriend.”

“Wait, Camie from Shiketsu?!”

“Oh yeah sorry Uraraka, I always forget that you guys don’t really know about me and Camie!”

“Is no one else here surprised?!”

The rest of the group just shrugged at Uraraka, knowing that Sero had to be with someone outside of U.A. or else they would have known about it.

“Fine I guess we can just move on then!” Uraraka seemed slightly irritated that no one else was slightly in shock but she decided to let it go in favour of the game.

“Alright babe, it’s your turn truth or dare?” At Kirishima’s words, Mina seemed to get excited.

“Dare!”

“Oh I dare you to tell the full story of how you and Kiri got together, he always hates on me for the prank but it deserves some spotlight.” Kaminari seemed to like to take credit for the couple getting together.

“Ugh fine but don’t think for a second that we owe you for that, you’re just lucky I didn’t hit you with my acid.”

“Yeah, no matter what you and Sero say, us getting together was mostly unrelated!” Kirishima backed up his girlfriend with no hesitation.

“Alright for the rest of you guys, basically what happened was Kaminari and Sero stole Kiri’s phone, changed my ringtone to the rap from ‘Fergalicious’ and thought it would be funny to suggest that I called Kiri’s phone to help him find it. After hearing the ringtone Kiri basically snatched my phone to end the call. Eventually he stopped freaking out long enough for us to talk and he ended up telling me that they were teasing him because they knew he had a crush on me. He looked so sweet and embarrassed that I couldn’t help but kiss his cute little face!”

“Aww that is so adorable!”

“See babe? Uraraka agrees with me!”

“Ugh we get it you’re adorable, I still haven’t heard a single thank you from either of you!”

“Get over it! Were not going to thank you!” This conversation seemed to be a common one between Mina and Kaminari.

“Tch this isn’t the first and it definitely won’t be the last time I hear this shit so can you wrap it up?” Katsuki was obviously sick of hearing the same argument over and over.

“He’s right dudes, plus it’s Todoroki’s turn!” Kirishima was quick to end the argument as well.

“Dare.”

“Oh I dare you trash talk Endeavour in a tweet!” Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at Kaminari’s suggestion, Todoroki quickly pulled out his phone and opened twitter.

“Alright, pick a draft for me to tweet.” Todoroki handed his phone off, opened to his drafts on Twitter. Everyone agreed to go with the most straight forward, ‘Endeavour is a piece of shit.’

Once the dare was completed everyone’s attention turned to Shinsou. Kirishima was the first to speak up.

“Yo! Try to describe your crush in three words.” Shinsou balked at the suggestion, that could be a dangerous game to play.

“Oh I know Shin! The three words you can use: first name, last name, and quirk!” Izuku was quick to tease Shinsou.

“Oh ha ha very funny. I guess um, positive, energetic, and… yellow? God pops is going to roast me! I did the only thing he warned me not to do!” Shinsou couldn’t help but think about Aizawa’s instruction to not fall for a loud blond to avoid making the same mistake he did with Present Mic.

“Pfffttt, are you talking about the type of person he once warned you not to go for?”

“Yes I am Mido, but guess what he warned you too but neither of us listened! And look where that got us!” The rest of the group was confused, they had never talked about this warning before so they could only assume what they were talking about.

On the other side of the circle Kaminari was trying very hard to not short circuit, was there a possibility that Shinsou was talking about him?

Katsuki took notice and lightly elbowed him in the side before he whispered.

“You should go for it, you’ve got a good chance.”

Kaminari was grateful to be on the receiving end of one of Katsuki’s few genuinely encouraging moments.

The pair turned their attention back to the rest of the group just as Izuku answered ‘Truth’.

“Oh I know! What were you whispering to Shinsou earlier when Mina was talking?” Uraraka seemed like she wasn’t quite ready to let that little detail go.

“Can I ask for a forfeit?”

“Wow was it really that bad?”

“More embarrassing than anything Uraraka, definitely not something I would like to share with everyone.”

The rest of the group thought for a moment before Mina ultimately spoke up.

“Is everyone ok with Mido’s forfeit being to kiss his crush?” The rest of the circle nodded and turned back to Izuku, he was bright red with comically wide eyes.

“Uh I think I’ll just go with Uraraka’s original question.”

“Oh come on! Kissing your crush can’t be that scary! I did it!” “Well Mina it’s just a bit different when you have your crush tell you he likes you before you kiss him! I have no reason to believe this person is more than a friend and I don't want to test that out today!” Izuku punctuates his small rant with wild hand gestures that showed everyone just how nervous the prospect made him.

“Ok well anyways, basically all I was saying to Shinsou is that, I agreed with Mina.” Izuku hoped they would all take his vague explanation at face value, he apparently had no such luck.

“Mina said a lot of stuff, what part did you agree with?” Uraraka seemed out to get him during this round, he would have to question her about it another day.

“Ok, well I was just agreeing with what she said about… Kacchan.” Izuku thought he was almost free until he heard a scoff from next to him. He looked over to see an apologetic looking Shinsou who hadn’t meant to laugh as he spoke.

“Oh what was that scoff for Shinsou? Do you know something we don't?” Mina’s curiosity had peaked.

“Oh um no! I just had… extra air in my mouth, yeah you see.” Shinsou then pretended to blow extra air out of his mouth, he really hadn’t meant to draw anymore attention to Izuku than was already on him.

Izuku rolled his eyes at his friend's poor excuse of a cover up.

“Shinsou it’s fine, might as well just embarrass myself even more at this point.” Izuku took a deep breath to try and steady himself, no amount of time or breathing was going to make his truth easier though.

“First of all I am going to say that as soon as I’m done explaining I am going to sleep, and no you can’t change my mind. Second of all I do not want to hear a single word from any of you this is going to be bad enough as it is.”

Izuku looked around the circle waiting for everyone to nod before he started talking. He stared down at his hands as he spoke.

“Alright well here goes nothing. Basically I was telling Shinsou that I agreed with Mina when she said Kacchan was… attractive, which should cause people to want to confess to him, as she put it. I also said, along with that his ambition helps. And then I ended it by saying something along the lines of… I would let him bend me over a table any day and that it wasn’t my fault he’s so freaking hot! Alright good night everyone! I’m off to throw myself into a hole!” Izuku spoke his last words all in one breath, and ran off.

The sheer speed at which he was talking caused everyone to take a second to process what he actually said, Shinsou was impressed that he wasn’t out of breath by the end.

Izuku ran to his room, hoping no one would realise what he had said before he was able to leave, on the bright side he could hide for a full week before he would have to face anyone. Once he made it to his room he simply locked his door and slid down, putting his face in his hands.

He sat on the floor for a moment, planning out how exactly he would avoid the outside world for their week off, and to think he was excited about the mall trip Uraraka had planned.

Back downstairs the remaining students were slowly collecting themselves. One by one they turned towards Shinsou to see if that was all Izuku said. Eventually most of them got over their shock and turned to Katsuki. The blonde sat with red cheeks and wide eyes for longer than his friends would put up with.

“Bro! Why are you still here?! Mido just basically confessed to you!” Kirishima had a point, for good measure he elbowed Katsuki’s side. This finally got Katsuki out of whatever shock he was in.

He quickly stood and ran off, heading towards Izuku’s room. Once he got there, Katsuki’s confidence deflated, how would Deku react?

After a moment of doubt Katsuki steeled himself and knocked on the door three times.

On the other side Izuku still sat on the floor, once he felt the knocks on his back he stood up, expecting one of his friends to come and see him.

“Look I just want to be al-Kacchan?” Izuku was prepared to ask whichever of his friends it was to leave but seeing Katsuki shocked him.

“Hey Deku, uh I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing but I think we should talk.” Nothing could have prepared Katsuki for the adorable face behind the door, Izuku's cheeks had finally cooled off  but he had been running his fingers through his hair leaving him artfully tousled in Katsuki’s opinion.

The pair stood for another moment before Izuku moved away from the door to sit on his bed, leaving it open so Katsuki could follow him in. They wordlessly sat down in front of each other, both waiting for the other to speak up.

“Did you really say all of that?” Katsuki was the first to break the silence.

“Uh yeah, that’s not really something I’d make up on the spot honestly.” Izuku decided to forgo the embarrassment he was feeling, letting that get to him would get him nowhere.

Katsuki didn’t know what to say, he didn’t have time to come up with much of a plan on his way to Izuku’s room, he was in uncharted territory.

“Kacchan? Why did you come up here? Because honestly I can only think of two reasons and one is very unlikely and the other has yet to happen.” Izuku couldn’t stand it any longer. There was no reason for Katsuki to have come up to his room unless he felt the same way which was borderline impossible in Izuku’s mind.

“I had to know if you were being serious.” Izuku could tell he wanted to say more, even if he had no clue what he could want to say. Katsuki stayed quiet for a moment, thinking Izuku was going to respond.

“Can I ask why you didn’t tell me?” Katsuki broke the silence.

“Right, because that’s something you say to your childhood friend turned rival, ‘hey I think you're hot and have for a lot longer than I realised’ that would definitely go over well.” Izuku saw no point in pulling any punches, he had already said the worst of it in front of their class.

“Wait wha- no, huh? S-say that again?”  Despite himself, Katsuki’s voice cracked slightly, it was getting increasingly harder to keep his cool, or at least what little of it he had left. He may have been able to keep it together better if it wasn’t nearly four in the morning but alas he had no such luck.

Izuku laughed slightly, finally glad to be the more calm one, he took a moment to think of a proper response.

“Wow, apparently everyone wants me to say how hot I think you are today, first Uraraka won’t get off my back, then Shinsou laughs at me, then Mina makes me be specific, and now you. Look let me put it this way, I like you and I have for a while.”

“So- wait, huh?” Katsuki was just short of spouting unintelligible noises at Izuku’s words.

“Let me make this as clear as possible.” Izuku stood and walked towards Katsuki. “I really want to kiss you.” Izuku stopped just short, ending up mere inches away from Katsuki. Their breath mingled delightfully, creating a warmth both found enjoyable.

Katsuki’s heart sped up, he mindlessly wondered if Izuku could hear it. With that thought he was reminded of their proximity.

Their eyes met as Izuku began to lean in slightly, he didn’t have to go far because, for the second time that night, Katsuki met him in the middle.

In a moment any semblance of coherence was lost, the pair could only focus on each other. With a single action they were determined to convey every single complicated part of their feelings for one another.

After a moment Izuku placed himself in Katsuki’s lap, allowing him to run his fingers through the surprisingly soft blonde spikes. Katsuki in turn gripped Izuku’s hips, keeping them both steady.

Once they both needed to take a breath they finally pulled apart, just far enough to rest their foreheads together. Izuku decided to break the silence.

“I'll take that as a good sign then I guess.” Katsuki flushed at the words, knowing that Izuku was fully correct.

“Shut up and kiss me you damn nerd.�� Izuku did exactly as he was told, savouring the feeling of calm that washed over the both of them.

Once they broke apart again, the time of night finally caught up with them in the form of a yawn from Katsuki.

“Is kissing me boring you to sleep Kacchan?” Izuku asked cheekily, knowing full well how late it was.

“Nope. It’s just four am and I haven’t slept in about nineteen hours, you know there are days where I wake up around this time to work out.”

“Well I can tell you it pays off.” In a moment of sheer confidence Izuku ran his finger over Katsuki’s exposed abs, suddenly very glad for the tendency of shirts to ride up. In response Katsuki pulled Izuku in tighter, laying his face in the crook of Izuku’s neck.

“Come on sleepy, why don’t we lay down now?” Izuku stood slowly, grabbing Katsuki as he went. He deposited the blond onto his bed and turned out the lights, he was suddenly very glad for Mina and Uraraka not letting things go tonight.

Not wanting to push any boundaries Katsuki might have, Izuku put a pillow between them and smiled as he heard Katsuki start to snore lightly. Izuku sighed happily before quietly wishing Katsuki goodnight.

The next mo-afternoon the pair found themselves tangled together, the pillow separating them long forgotten. At some point during the night the two had moved closer, allowing Izuku’s head to rest on Katsuki’s chest, arms draped over him, safely held in Katsuki’s hug.

Izuku was the first to wake, noticing their position and smiling, he never would have guessed this is how the party would turn out.

He stayed for a moment, keeping his head on Katsuki’s chest enjoying the warmth and comfort he felt from the blonde.

Eventually he did have to get up though, he realized he was still wearing jeans from the night before, he figured that the previous night he was too tired and caught up in Katsuki to notice. As soon as he moved away Katsuki began to stir, Izuku watched in delight as Katsuki slowly woke up, stretching and yawning without worrying about any appearances he had to uphold when he was alone with Izuku.

“Morning sleepy head! Wait, I think it's like one in the afternoon, so maybe not good morning?”

“I don’t care what time it is, it's still too early, come and lay back down, you're comfortable.”

Izuku smiled at Katsuki’s sleep addled voice and quickly changed into sweatpants before laying back down, he would gladly sleep another hour.

Once Izuku was back on the bed Katsuki pulled him close and hummed happily, Izuku couldn’t help but be grateful for how tired the blonde was, there was no way he would do that without the aid of being sleep deprived.

The next time they awoke it was abruptly, evidently some of their classmates became worried about them, or they were living up to Class A’s title of nosey, who’s to say?

“Midobro! Where have you been all da- oh! URARAKA, get in here!”

There were beating footsteps rushing down the hall which the two half asleep teens assumed was Uraraka.

WOAH! Midoriya-Kun! Why didn’t you say anything! If I knew you were in here with Bakugou I would’ve told everyone to leave you alone!”

Izuku took a moment to process what was happening, all he knew for sure was that they were loud.

“Uh I was asleep, how was I supposed to tell you?” Izuku sat up in bed for the second time so he could try and rid his eyes of sleep.

“Ugh lay down already, tell them to shut the fuck up and go away and if I heard shitty hair flip him off for me.” Evidently Katsuki was done with his classmates’ interruption already.

“Kacchan! I’m not doing that, he happens to be my friend.”

“No, right now he’s a nuisance who is going to bother us and then immediately tell the rest of the extras, who are probably already wondering what the yelling was about, what he saw. So he can fuck right off.”

“Wow Kacchan you are not a morning person! Plus it's the middle of the afternoon, we have to get up at some point!”

Kirishima and Uraraka stood in the doorway watching the two interact, both happy that their best friend looked so content.

Izuku finally turned back to the pair standing in the doorway of his room.

“We’ll be out in a little! Sorry if we worried you!” Izuku turned away to face Katsuki once again, Kirishima and Uraraka took that as their cue to leave.

The two finally got up to start their day, slowly waking themselves up. Once they joined their classmates out in the common room they were met with expectant looks.

The first to speak up with a raised eyebrow was Kaminari.

“Oh look who’s finally awake!”

“Oh shut it Pikachu, if you woke up like I did you wouldn’t want to move either!” The smirk on Katsuki’s face said it all, he had no shame.

“Kacchan!”

“What? It’s true you’re comfortable, it also doesn’t hurt that you’re cute.” Katsuki snaked his arms around Izuku’s waist, punctuating his statement.

Izuku flushed a bright red and hid in Katsuki’s shoulder before whispering in Katsuki’s ear.

“I hope you know that this means we’re dating now, no take backs! You are officially stuck with me.”

Katsuki shook his head and smiled.

“Like I wasn’t stuck with you before.”

“Well now I get to do this.”

Katsuki furrowed his eyebrow as he processed what Izuku had just said, it didn’t last long though. He was soon met with Izuku’s lips on his, catching him by surprise. The sudden affection left him blushing as Izuku pulled away. Katsuki, momentarily forgetting their audience chased Izuku forward, capturing his lips once again, doing nothing to help the flush on his face. Once they pulled apart once again they heard Sero exclaim.

“Finally! Hopefully this means I’ll be saved from any future drunken rants about Midroiya!”

Katsuki flushed further, whether it was from embarrassment or anger, no one could tell.

“Aw Kacchan, no need to be embarrassed! I’m sure Shinou could say the same, except mine were mostly sober come to think of it.”

“All of you can fuck right off, I knew I should’ve stayed in bed.”

“You mean in my bed?” Izuku smirked as he saw Katsuki’s blush darken.

“That’s it, I’m done with you all, I’m walking away.” Katsuki turned toward the stairs and began walking forward but before he got too far he turned back.

“Are you coming or not?” Katsuki looked at Izuku and nowhere else, making a point to the rest of the class.

Izuku simply laughed and made his way towards the stairs, shouting a quick ‘No need to check on us!’ as he made his way up.

The rest of the week consisted of Class A hating on Izuku and Katsuki’s PDA even more so than their previous rants about each other. No one expected them to be more insufferable after they got together, but at least their friends were happy, they could only hope that their ‘honeymoon phase’ would end quickly and uneventfully, rather than them being caught by a teacher.

Alas their hopes didn’t last long because Mr. Aizawa seemed to have impeccable timing and a great sense of when Izuku and Kastuki could be in any type of trouble. After getting the pair to separate Mr. Aizawa shot Izuku an unimpressed look before reminding him of the advice he shared with him and Shinsou.

“What did I say about loud blondes?” At his words Izuku’s eyes widened slightly as he gave his expected response:

“Don’t fall for a loud blonde.” Izuku wouldn’t meet his teacher’s eyes, Katsuki on the other hand was looking between the two almost frantically, trying to figure out what was happening.

In the end Aizawa simply narrowed his eyes at the pair and let them off with a warning, noting that next time he wouldn’t be so forgiving. The pair took his words seriously and managed to avoid any extreme PDA, to the enjoyment of the rest of their class.

The pair could frequently be found sparring together or lying down in the training field after a particularly draining match. No one knew what they did while they were out there for hours at a time and no one dared to ask. Most of the time though, they were making idle conversation and enjoying each other’s company.

“Hey Kacchan?” Katsuki responded with a wordless hum.

“Truth or dare?”

“Uh, truth?” Izuku could hear skepticism in Katsuki’s voice.

“How long did you have a crush on me?” It was apparent that Izuku had been wondering about this for a while.

“How long ago did we meet again? Oh whatever I’d say since about ten hours after we met, give or take a few stupid years where I convinced myself I didn’t like you, although even then I’m pretty sure it was still there.”

Izuku was shocked by the sheer honesty but appreciated it, in response he just snuggled closer to his boyfriend and spoke.

“For the record, me too.”

Izuku thought for a moment about their shared past, he knew that, no matter how long it took or what got in their way, they were meant to end up here, together. The overwhelming feeling of balance they felt together was unmatched, the thought alone made Izuku tear up.

“What’s wrong nerd?”

“Nothing bad I promise! I’m just thinking about us, and about how much I love you.”

“Tch no need to get all sappy on me.” Katsuki pulled Izuku in even closer and layed a kiss on his temple before speaking up again, “I love you too.”

It occurred to them much later that this was the first time they had ever said ‘I love you’ to each other, reveling in the fact that they both knew long before they said it out loud.

[xonxsm]

pastel || bnha x male! reader

---》three《---

where [m/n] and friends battle against buff ugly lookin doods, and [m/n] finds a (possible) new power.

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[m/n] sighed contently as he sat back into his seat comfortably, making sure to keep a distance from the ice prince sitting next to him. he turned the brightness of his phone darker as he tuned out the voices of his classmates, searching up collar designs.

i want it, i get it. ooh, this one looks nice- nevermind. weird having the 'thot' word printed on my collar-

wow, how did i end up with bdsm pics when i searched for dog collars? damn people be putting weird things on the internet-

meanwhile, todoroki was sweating, lightly blushing and nervously shuffling in his seat after seeing the nudes and collars on [m/n]'s phone. didn't know he was into that shi-  kinky though, maybe we can hookup or somethin-

and they had a one night stand. the end.

jk, todoroki saw nothing.

[m/n] came across an [f/c] collar that claimed to be both fireproof and waterproof, and not easily breakable. it was plain, but it came with accessories and some decorating kit. eh, i'll probably be too lazy to alter anything about it-

he pressed the add to cart button anyways. no harm, hehe- i can always buy another one if i don't like it-

quickly paying for the collar, he shut his phone off as he quietly listened in to his classmates' conversation.

"in terms of flashy quirks- i'd say bakugou's and todoroki's, no?"

toedowroeki? bakoogoe? who?

"but with bakugou's personality i don't think he will be that popular, if you know what i mean." a girl said with a finger on her mouth.

oh- bakugo = boomboom boy! can't believe i forgot. (-w-) bakuboom boom yes. but who is this toedoroekie guy?

"bitch, you wanna fight?" bakuboom stood up quickly with an irk mark, clenching his fists.

"see?"

（o。o）he's gonna blow up the whole bus and we're all gon die if he gets any angrier- looking over to the bi-coloured haired boy he deadpanned. how is he sleeping through all this shouting and such-

"we've barely known each other for a week but we can already tell your personality is worse than trash drenched in dog shit. that says something, no?" just as bakugou was about to throw another insult back at kaminari aizawa shushed them, informing that they were about to arrive.

getting off the bus they were greeted by thirteen, another pro hero. [m/n] looked around confused to where all might was, but shrugged it off as he listened to thirteen's speech about usj and the importance of rescue. they followed thirteen inside, with an excited kirishima marvelling about the huge place and thirteen proudly saying about how they had every rescue situation they could think of.

the lights flickered and the exit door shut once thirteen stopped talking. [m/n] quickly hid behind a certain buff dude with a bunch of arms, his tail and ears slightly shaking. confused muttering filled the small group. flashes of some dark void thingy had chills run up [m/n]'s spine. a dark mist started forming and that triggered [m/n]'s animal instincts- he got on all fours as [h/c] hair started growing on his arms, his hands mutating to form paws and claws. weird looking people started emerging from the mist and he slightly growled, feeling a little self-conscious of the weird glances his classmates gave him.

what? c'mon, don't tell me you haven't seen or heard a dog growl before in your whole life-

"students, stay back. thirteen, protect everyone!" aizawa ordered. [m/n] was itching to run up there and start slashing but for the sake of his teacher he stepped back, sitting on the floor. like a normal person.

"we've come to finally defeat all might." a man with blue hair and creepy red eyes stated quietly as he scratched at his nape.

forcing himself to run with his classmates he didn't dare look behind to the creepy look and aura the light blue-haired man gave off; and suddenly there was darkness.

then light. [m/n] opened his eyes to see a white room, with a grey desk and bookshelf; along with a few dying flowers scattered around. he felt sad looking at the flowers, and was about to pick one up before a voice interrupted. "lmaoz wat." getting on all fours again he was about to growl, but instead let out a burp.

"E-" lunging himself at the weird voice he scratched at the dude's face while trying to bite his neck. successfully doing that he latched himself on there as he analysed the weird man. emo haircut. wow, this dude do kinda look like a pig tho- with those nostrils-

pig-man ripped [m/n] off from his neck, with his teeth pulling a chunk with him as he slammed onto the ground, spitting out the disgusting raw neck meat. the man pulled out a gun, randomly firing at [m/n] as the hybrid dodged, jumping around, his ears picking up on the man's footsteps and the bullet's location as he tried to find an exit. finally locating an open window he jumped out of there, clearly not thinking of his actions. quickly regretting as he saw how fast he was falling from such a height.

"ZCREEEENSDNFKSDNFSKDN-" somehow, his tail latched onto a random pole and he flung himself forward, also smacking his face into a random dude's crotch while doing so. "OWIE!" he landed on his butt with a thud, holding his nose in pain as the dude knelt in pain, holding his crotch. another thud was heard, accompanied by a small "wheeeey."

he looked behind, spotting a two girls- one with long earlobes and the other with a revealing outfit, while a blonde was on the ground making weird "weee" noises. [m/n] let out a nervous chuckle as he felt himself being picked up by the ears, scratching around, hating the feeling of being held in the air. his ears hurt- it felt like they were being ripped from his head. he hissed waving his tail and claws around. he heard the man groan as his tail smacked him in the face.

a knife was pressed to his neck and he froze, his eyes wide. i regret my life. i regret applying to yuuei. IM GON' DIE RIGHT AAA-

"you move, this kid is going down." villain guy said calmly. if [m/n] moved forwards, his neck will be sliced. but if he moved backwards-

but then my ears might not be able to handle all the pressure... [m/n] whimpered, his scalp starting to bleed. ah, fuck it. i'm gonna die anyways, either from my ears or the knife.

he harshly yanked his head backwards, his head knocking onto the villain's nose harshly. with a gasp his ears was released and [m/n] dropped to the floor, his hands automatically reaching up to touch his ears; hissing when a sharp pain travelled through his body as he touched the tip of them.

he was quickly shoved out of the way as kaminari rushed up to the villain, releasing more electricity as he screeched, the villain getting singed. they all zoomed out of there, [m/n] throwing all of them onto his back as he morphed himself into a wolf, carrying them back near where the exit was.

<<>><<>><<>>

he collapsed onto the ground, his head aching after the three got off his back. a weird bird like creature was slamming aizawa's head onto the ground. he could faintly make out the outline of someone reaching for a girl in the waters but his vision was too blurry for him to see who. "you really are cool... eraserhead." [m/n] watched as the head of his teacher was slammed back onto the ground again, his vision clearing up. and being the guard dog he is-

he got up, speed-ran to the bird creature and head-butted right into its stomach. full speed. the nomu was knocked off aizawa but besides that no damage was dealt. he was picked up the second time by his ears- and thrown off into the distance.

wincing he got back up, ignoring his teacher's calls for him to back up and "sit the fuck down and rest" as he rammed right into the nomu again, this time higher into his chest. he somehow managed to land a hit near where the nomu's brain is with his tail before he was slammed onto the ground near where aizawa was. he laid still as the nomu went up to where shigaraki was and began attacking the other students.

aizawa was fading in and out of consciousness- as [m/n] could tell from his decayed arm and the blood on his face. he wasn't doing any better, but aizawa looked as if he was more hurt than [m/n] ever will be.

lol, i mean i wasn't the one to get my skin ripped off my arm with it decaying and my head slammed full force into the ground that it would cause a huge dent- looking back to where he laid, a huge dent was formed under him. never frikkin mind.

i wonder if there's any way i could transfer sensei's pain to myself. that's part of moma's quirk, right? my quirk and hers is quite similar, except that she's a full wolf instead of being part bunny and wolf like i am. [m/n] sighed, thinking about his family. they probably wouldn't even care if i died, lmao.

remembering his mother telling his brother about her quirk he copied what she had said- lifting a finger to touch aizawa's skin and focusing on the image of what he envisions the "pain" as coming out of aizawa's body and into his. he could hear his teacher grumble out questions on why his student was poking his hand and he removed his hand, sighing and realising it probably  didn't work until a sudden pain in his head caused a static-like noise filled his head and he passed out from the pain, his ears and tail falling limp by his side.

aizawa could feel the pain from his head lessen. he had questions, but frankly, his jaw was too hurt for him to even move it. he looked down slightly, seeing the passed out new kid and he sighed, his sight darkening as he felt himself getting picked up and carried.

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word count: 1780

this part was probably the hardest to write and the plot probably makes no sense lmao-

i already forgot like most of the usj parts and i had to rewatch the whole thing like thirty times more to write this chapter and now my eyes hurt from sitting in front of the computer for so long.

yeet i have decided that i will write a chapter every two or three days- ya know to keep my memory of the storyline in check and at the same time letting myself rest for a day.

see y'alls next time :>

[halorocks1214]

the law of relativity

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Word Count: 9963

Summary: The Law of Relativity states that each person will receive a series of problems (‘tests of initiation’) for the purpose of strengthening the ‘light’ within. We must consider each of these tests to be a challenge and remain connected to our hearts when proceeding to solve the problems. This law also teaches us to compare our problems to others’ problems and put everything into its proper perspective. No matter how bad we perceive our situation to be, there is always someone who is in a worse position. It is all relative

Previous Parts (in order): Alan | Virgil | You are here! | Gordon

WHY 👏🏼 CANT 👏🏼 I 👏🏼 WRITE 👏🏼 FICS 👏🏼 IN 👏🏼 MO 👏🏼 DER 👏🏼 RATION 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 also just bluuuergh. dont ask about this fic. part of it was written in a dark auditorium, another was written in a different state, another was written on a frickin bus, this fic has been places ill tell you what. half the time i think this is hot garbage and the other half i think its actually decent so im posting this while my head is in a good headspace and then promptly yeeting myself off the internet for a few hours to wait and see what happens. this series is becoming less of a canon divergence AU and more of a straight-up AU because of certain details im trying to worm in there buT IM TRYING MY BEST

thanks once more to @gumnut-logic, because of the length, this time i used three prompts, them being "What do you mean?", crease, and dream (and they werent even used that much sksksksk)

Warnings for both graphic and non-graphic depictions of violence, as well as mentions of torture and other PTSD/panic attack related stuff. I went deep with this one fellas

Orphan.

The word tasted dirty in his mouth.

He can still see the footage in the backs of his eyelids from when he watched it exactly one year ago. He was the only other (living) adult at the time in the family outside of Grandma, so he was permitted to see it. He remembered they originally didn’t want to show him, mainly because of his age, but Grandma was fierce, and she put one hell of an argument on the table.

One Scott refused to let fall through the cracks by breaking down. If only Grandma knew how he cried his eyes out and screamed to high heaven that night in the hotel room after essentially watching his father be blown to bloody smithereens then she was a goddamn saint for keeping it a secret. It made sense, she was the mother to his father. She had quite the line up of stories from Jeff’s childhood. Scott sensed the early-greying of his hair came from her, heh.

The rest of his family eventually saw it, of course, they did. Scott couldn’t shield them forever. What he will protect, selfishly he might add, was how angry he was at how much better they took it than he did. They cried, yes they did, but they never fully broke down like Scott did. Later in life, he wondered if it was jealousy: jealousy at not truly being able to let go. Whatever it was, he made sure to swallow it along with whatever alcohol he chose for the weekend.

Just add it to the ever-growing pile of shit he had to deal with. Nothing new.

Suddenly he’s 20 again and seated in a plane to be taken to his first stint in the Air Force. He said his goodbyes to Virgil, Gordon, and Alan back at home while Grandma and John metaphorically held his hand all the way to the airport. John was… quiet, more so than usual, but Grandma was stuck right in the middle between being a sobbing mess and ecstatic at the fine young man he’s become.

You’re just like your father. He would be proud.

Scott was secretly glad she never physically said it. It gave him plausible deniability in thinking that those words weren’t laced behind her big, bright, prideful eyes.

The first time went well, maybe even great. He stayed for a couple of months, did some flight tests, and while the training was brutal, boy did he learn a lot. When he came back home it was to a family slowly stitching itself back together. Grandma was a full-time house member, Virgil had taken up painting, Gordon talked about potentially going back to his swim meets, and while Alan was still as silent as ever, he was perkier than when Scott last saw him.

It would be on and off for the next few years: a couple of months at home, slowly and painfully taking over the role their father had (he can’t remember when he essentially received joint custody of his younger siblings with Grandma, but hey, he’s not complaining), then a couple of months out at the Air Force base where he slowly climbed up the ranking platform. He became skillful, perhaps too skillful. When he got his rank of Captain he felt it was less of an honor and more of something they owed him.

He was getting cocky. Never enough to be a danger to his fellow men, but enough to be somewhat of an occasional annoyance. Charles smacked him upside the head more than once. It felt like the world was right-side-up for once. Scott made many-a-calls to John and Virgil, the former enjoying his first few rotations up in space and the latter squarely in the middle of college. Gordon was being offered sponsorships to hell and back, and Alan was quietly getting along with the other kids at his school. Grandma was on welcoming duty for Kayo, who was taking her slot in the Tracy family with grace, though, a warning that their family would take custody of her if something were to happen to her parents would have been nice, Dad.

Of course, nothing ever goes right for their family for too long.

Orphan.

Age 24, it was supposed to be a simple retrieval mission of civilians. Scott was put in charge of his squad and then some. At night, they rolled-- well, flew out to get the job done. Scott can’t even remember the country anymore when minding his own business. Australia? Finland? Perhaps Bangladesh? There was a place John was insistent Scott never do rescues in, Virgil tended to agree, and the eldest unhealthily let them banish him from ever stepping foot there without argument. He could never remember the name off the top of his head until John’s familiar International Rescue, we have a situation rung out in the living room followed by the name of the country.

He would immediately forget it later, trauma too strong, too volatile, but the way his heart stopped and his head shattered and the way he felt ice water rush down his back was a good enough reason to quietly leave the room and let John delegate the job to one of his brothers. Sometimes John found him retching in the toilet halfway through the mission. He made sure to always mute Scott’s wrist communicator, even if it was never turned on in the first place.

The plane touched down. Orders sent the ground team out. But then the ground team took longer than estimated. Scott tensely waited where he was told to. It wasn’t the first mission that took a little longer than predicted and knowing humans, it surely wouldn’t be the last. Then, words mixed with heavy static came over the radio. H--p. Co-- ---7--. --nd ba---p --me--at--y.

Scott sat tensely in his seat, remembering his orders and suddenly hating them. Radio back to home if the mission goes south. Well, it didn’t look like they had the radio anymore. Still didn’t hurt to try at least. Scott spoke the familiar protocol that was ingrained into him when trying to call base. Dammit. Nothing. Probably some kind of blocker of sorts. Sitting up straight as a board, Scott looked through his options.

… He was in charge here. If something happened to his team the fault would lie squarely on his shoulders. Going against everything but his gut, he went out to help his squad. He can’t really remember what he exactly did anymore, but he does remember that it made a noise. Like a Looney Tunes scene: he flinched, froze, waited to see if anything or one heard, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued.

He eventually stumbled across one of his closest comrades, Arnold Brigeets. Yes, the name was ironic and half the reason he joined the force in the first place. The guy was one of the people that actually trained Scott and also seemed to be one of the few that was genuinely proud when Scott became a higher rank. It’s why Scott was more appreciative of Arnold than others, that, and well… Scott thought his fatherly abilities were good. The guy did have three kids back home.

Orphan.

Ducking down behind the cover his older friend was semi-situated behind, Scott watched as Arnold jumped at the intrusion before sighing. Scott had run into some enemies that he swiftly took down-- nothing too serious, he didn’t have the time or weapons for such an act, but they definitely would be out of it for a while-- so Arnold must have too on his way to find cover as well, hence why he was so on edge.

“Thank God,” Arnold wiped his forehead, “Glad to see you join us, kid.”

Scott was breathing heavily, but the grin he attempted was still there, “Y-Yeah, so what happened? More threats than we thought?”

Arnold shook his head, “Yes and no. There were a lot more baddies than we thought, but that’s because the civilians weren’t civilians. It’s a tr--”

Boom. The familiar sound of a gunshot.

Arnold fell over. Never got back up. Dropped like a rock in a lake, never to come up to the surface again.

Scott was so caught off guard he couldn’t react to the gun that swiftly beat him over the head, knocking him out cold. The only thing on his mind was oh fuck oh fuck I messed up I shouldn’t have come I wouldn’t have made any noise that way why did I--

They had him for roughly two weeks. Scott always thought the plotline in movies where the villain vehemently denied knowing any important information was dumb as hell. We’re not stupid. We wouldn’t go after someone if they didn’t know something.

The things they did hurt and no amount of I don’t fucking know anything! would help. Those two weeks were lost to Scott in a sea of pain and torment. The only thing he remembered was being captured, then waking up in a hospital drugged up to his gills with his superiors staring at him like he cured cancer.

“You saved the rest of your squad from sharing the same fate as the first half.”

“I-I did?”

“You betcha, son. I only wish I was there to see it! People be saying you were like an animal in how you took ‘em all down.”

Scott’s never remembered, and he wanted to keep it that way.

He was given the highest honors, even the chance to skip a couple of ranks to be at the same level as the big boys, but the night they were going to share the news to the golden boy himself, they found him in one of the bathrooms with a bloody hand and a mirror shattered with no hope of fixing it.

He was honorably discharged to a family that was so thankful he was home. Words like missing in action and POA never stopped haunting their nightmares. Scott was too, God, of course, he was, but sitting around and doing nothing was the last thing his traumatized mind wanted or maybe even needed. After doing what he considered to be the biggest fuck-up of his life, he needed to feel important.

This isn’t the first time he’ll say this and it surely won’t be the last: thank Christ for Grandma.

“You want me to take over?...”

“Yep, it’s about time Tracy Industries received a new pair of eyes. The Board certainly thinks so.”

“But… they’d rather have a crazy, PTSD-infected veteran over you?”

A rough pinch to his ear, “Hey now, don’t call yourself that,” the gentle motherly tone was back as soon as it left, “Besides, that crazy might exactly be what they want. Half of their argument is that I “don’t take enough risks.” They’re getting tired of listening to an old fart like me.”

A moment of contemplation, followed by the cheeky raise of an eyebrow, “So you’re saying you want me to take so many risks they have no choice but to take you back?”

A bark of laughter, “Damn straight.”

He learned the ropes faster than normal (healthy, is probably the correct term), and he immediately won the hearts of both young and old in the company. Instead of flying planes every few months, he worked on business reports and vetoed new ideas every couple of weeks. It felt satisfying for the most part, and his family was just happy he was still alive to enjoy it.

However, there was a slight roadblock on his way to becoming a somewhat stable person.

He became prone to violent blackouts. It had to have started when he blacked out and saved himself from those two weeks of hell, which made the most sense. Something was always destroyed when he came back to life. John was the best at calming him down due to his own experience with panic attacks, however, John couldn’t always be there, and the next rotation for NASA was coming swiftly. Scott swore up and down he would be fine, he could figure something out. John went back into space with an eyebrow permanently raised.

It was just him and Virgil home (Grandma had taken Alan and Kayo to watch Gordon swim) when he, unfortunately, proved John right. Scott wasn’t sure what triggered it, but he vividly remembered coming back in Virgil’s extremely tight hold. The first thing Scott thought to say was damn, beanstalk, when did you get so strong? but then he laid his eyes upon the forming bruise on his younger bro’s face and hasn’t recovered since.

Virgil swore he never held it against Scott. Scott definitely thought he should have.

That night brought sudden clarity to Scott that he was doing this horribly wrong. He was a ticking time bomb, and it wouldn’t be long before something was damaged in a way that couldn’t be fixed. Scott needed an anchor. Something to ground him before he took it too far. John wasn’t going to be earthside forever, Grandma was busy with Kayo, Alan was just a kid, and Gordon was living the dream. None of them were viable.

Then, as he was thinking, he was suddenly aware of how calming Virgil’s arms were around him, how they were preventing the growing panic attack in his chest from getting even bigger.

It was easy.

For once in Scott’s life, his eyes were big and young as he asked Virgil, “Help me, please.”

After a few brief seconds, Virgil gulped, “Okay.”

From then on, Virgil was Stone Number One. Scott’s admiration for Virgil outweighed the guilt of putting the black-haired man in that position in the first place. Virgil was glad to follow his older brother’s leadership, but just as qualified to bring him the hell back when he went too far. From getting too sacrificial to preventing a good punching-out some of the idiots they dealt with, Virgil made sure Scott knocked that shit off.

Time went on, Scott was a top-notch CEO at Tracy Industries, John was having one hell of a time up in space, Virgil was graduated and had so many life opportunities to pick from, Alan was thriving at being a (mostly) stable kid, Kayo was 100% acclimated to the family, and Gordon--

Scott found himself gripping the wooden desk very abruptly. He was shocked he didn’t snap a chunk off in the process. Why was he thinking about this right after a giant business conference? Who knows at this point. If this giant origin story seemed jagged and jumpy, maybe even somewhat vague, good, that’s how it fucking felt.

Back to said story.

Scott always thought he and Gordon would have the least amount in common.

They do, but out of all the things they could have picked to be similar, why did it have to be the PTSD caused by military-related jobs? Scott was 24 when he got his, Gordon was just under 20. It may have been a few years since their respective accidents, but they’re never going to go another day without it feeling like it was just yesterday.

At this point, Gordon was up and walking again, mainly thanks to John and Alan while Virgil and Scott helped in their own ways. Grandma’s cooking was what probably motivated him the most though, ha, the need to get away from it… Scott smiled. Grandma was always a constant. Honestly, if it weren’t for her, the family might have fallen apart. Literally.

What has he been saying throughout this whole shindig? Thank Christ for Grandma.

One day out of the blue, Grandma reserved the entire family (yes, even Kayo and Alan) private plane tickets so they could spend some time on the mainland for a few days. Honestly, even if the island wasn’t getting major renovations, you hooligans need to get out more. Have some fun. Try not to kill anything, especially each other, she all told them while creepily grinning. John and Virgil smacked Gordon more than once on the plane for insisting that she finally snapped, dudes, she’s gonna kill us.

Most of the time during their little vacation, Scott heavily focused on his breathing. He was pretty sure he knew what she was doing. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, but the same went for his excitement.

Dad showed him these plans the day after his 18th birthday. You’re a man now, Scotty, I need your help making this big boy decision with me.

As soon as they reset foot down on the island, Scott took a deep breath and felt relaxed at the salty taste in the air. It was weird, nothing on the outside was changed, and yet… it still felt different.

“Guys!” Virgil yelled out, “Stop playing in the water! We just got back, aren’t you two tired?!”

Blinking back to reality, Scott looked over to see his two youngest brothers doing exactly what Virgil was yelling at them for. Poor Johnny was a little damp too, which is what probably caused Virgil to shout at them in the first place. The blondes didn’t care. They continued to prance around in the shallow waves with their pants legs rolled up, acting as if they didn’t hear anything outside of their laughter. Gordon shoved his hands down into the liquid and threw some directly at Alan, nailing him right in the face.

Scott exhaled slowly. He couldn’t imagine them doing this 8 years ago.

Regardless, the artist was right, and they couldn’t waste too much time. Kayo was swift in grabbing both gentlemen by the ears and dragging them onto dry land. They all painstakingly trekked their way up to the-- what would you call Tracy Island? Mansion? Over-blown cabin? Well, whatever it was, Scott would always be willing to call it home.

Stepping inside, each brother took in the view, which was underwhelmingly not that much different, except for one tiny thing. John suddenly noticed a figure already standing in the living room and blinked, “No way… it’s--”

Gordon jumped in, both with his body and his words, “Brains?! Dude, how’s it hanging?!”

The scientist in question jumped at the voices before clearing his throat and readjusting his glasses, “O-Oh, hello again, T-Tracys. It’s good to see you all once more.”

Virgil slung an arm around his shoulder, ignoring the blatant squawk, “Man, how long has it been?! What made you finally decide to crawl out of your hole?”

Snickers came from all corners of the house. Brains stood up straighter, “W-Well, I was contacted b-by Mrs. Tracy over here with an offer I c-couldn’t turn down.”

Eyebrows tilted in all shapes and sizes. Someone cleared their throat. Everyone turned to look at Grandma once again, “I think if you all follow me, you’ll swiftly understand what I’m talking about.”

I already do, Scott thought matter-of-factly. John seemed to be understanding it now, Virgil was on the cusp of remembering what his father was hinting at for him, and Gordon was just as lost as Alan. It made sense, Jeff talked to all of them about it, but the oldest had seniority. The two youngest not remembering just by words was expected, especially since that was going to be rectified very quickly.

The hangar under the island was beautiful. Point blank. It smelt of iron and steel and grease and engine and that was the first time since Scott had been in the Air Force that he didn’t gag or flinch at the thought of flying something again. Scott had seen the plans his father drew. He assumed Jeff finished building it, but he never got to physically see it since…

In some ways, he was glad he didn’t. Now he got to experience it with (most of) his family, and that made it ten times better.

After letting them absorb the scenery, Grandma slowly turned around to look at them all, “You remember that dream your father had?”

The four oldest blinked, Kayo simply raised her eyebrows, meanwhile, Alan, being the teenager he was, didn’t read the emotion in the room, “Oh, yeah! Aunt Casey always talked about how he was going to “change the world” and stuff. What did he call it again?”

Scott felt way more confident than he had in a while, “International Rescue.”

Grandma nodded, gleeful at the happy look on her oldest and youngest grandsons’ faces, “Well, I’ve been thinking about some things. I know we don’t exactly worry about money, but after everything your father put into these girls… I’d hate for them to go to waste.”

The Tracy family jumped at that. John’s mouth was wide open in shock, yes, shock, “That station is still up there?”

Grandma sighed, “You mean ‘Five? Not for long. Not if we don’t send someone up there within the next few days.”

John blushed at the grin Grandma gave him. Clearing his throat, his big brain came to a startling conclusion, “Wait… you brought Alan along?”

The other big brothers in the room jumped at that. Kayo was the only one with enough balls to say the truth out loud, “Mrs. Tracy, I mean no offense, but he’s--”

“Just a kid?” Grandma smirked, “A kid that’s topped the VR charts for Intergalactic Fury for weeks straight while simultaneously getting nothing but A’s in his classes?”

Scott nodded slowly in comprehension. He remembered Alan talking about that game for a while. It was some kind of online racing simulator of sorts. Scott caught the prettiest string of words from Alan when going to bed one night. Nearly made him shit his pants. He made the kid promise to keep it PG-13 if he wanted to keep playing.

Still, the elders in the family slowly turned to look at the freckled boy with both shock and pride. Alan blinked with wide-eyed innocence, “But my English class is only at a B--”

“Shh, kiddo, I’m making a point,” Grandma rolled her eyes. The other brothers snickered. Yep, still Alan. Grandma sighed, “Now before you point out that video games are different, I know, but the difference between them and this is that video games don’t have some of the most talented older brothers in the world to guide him.”

Said older brothers jumped at the idea. Before any objection could be made, Grandma continued, “Besides, the GDF seemed to be okay with it. The Colonel was willing to oversee some of his training too.”

John flinched at that, “But IR is supposed to be independent!”

Grandma slightly frowned. She didn’t exactly like it either, “It still is, but in the world of business, compromises have to be made.”

Virgil huffed and crossed his arms, “Well, that’s… rough. Here I thought only Scott would have to deal with the bullshit of business.”

Grandma chuckled at the somewhat un-Virgil-like behavior, “It really is, Virgil. But about that Scott part,” she slowly turned to look at him and him only, “I hate to give you more work to do, but if you want to work within their restrictions?”

Suddenly every pair of eyes in the room was on the head of the family. Gulping, Scott looked down at his feet to think. It was a tense few moments, nobody sure what he was going to decide, least of all him, before the brunette cleared his throat and brought his face back up with a grin.

“Well then,” Scott turned to look at the bright tip of ‘One, chest fluttering with a feeling that became unfamiliar to him over the past few years, “I guess now it’s time to state the obvious.”

From then on, every time he loaded into that cockpit of his girl, he felt lighter than air.

“Thunderbirds are GO!”

Everything was okay again.

Mostly.

Orphan.

Scott took another sip of his whiskey and refocused on his reports.

---

Scott was in some kind of dissociative state the whole way home.

Alan doesn’t deserve this. He’s still a kid, barely an adult, and he’s going to go through utter hell because you screwed up. You were 24, Gordon was just under 20, Alan was barely 18. Alan’s going to get fucked up like you and it’s all your fault.

His movements were robotic and rigid. Anyone with a working eye could tell he was deep in shock and running on autopilot. Mostly Jeff. Especially Jeff. The rest of the brothers all noticed too, but they were also running on their own empty fuel tanks, so the only thing they could do was guilty send their older brother the occasional glance of pity and concern.

Jeff was going to need to talk to them about that. Somehow. Maybe he shouldn’t be the one to point it out since he feels just as bad. His sons were too much like him, sometimes, and that made his guilt burn all the same. He should’ve been there to warn his sons about the dangers of unnecessary guilt. Having that kind of guilt was a parent’s job, dammit, and maybe grandparents only occasionally.

But then he remembered where he’s been for the past 8 years and… who really was Alan’s parents anymore? His gut was screaming it sure as hell isn’t you, but he knew his sons would want him to step back into the role as soon as he was physically fit to do so, not just for Alan, but for themselves as well. They would deny it, but they probably just wanted to be kids again too, even if it was only brief, fleeting moments.

Who was to tell the protective, fatherly side of Jeff no to that? No better time to fix things like the present after all.

He saw Scott go up the stairs when they first stepped into the living room, so that’s where Jeff was going to go too. Footsteps light, Jeff retraced his eldest’s pathway to his bedroom. Only, he stopped before said bedroom. Unfavorable noises were coming from the closed bathroom door, and Jeff could only swallow whatever emotion it made him feel. Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the (unlocked) door to the bathroom and laid his eyes upon the incriminating scene.

Jeff was met with the sight of Scott retching his entire stomach into the toilet, hands aggressively grabbing his sticky, hair-gelled hair and trying to make himself bald from the strain.

Jeff’s reaction was always based on autopilot, and it will never stop being so.

Ignoring his protesting body, Jeff kneeled and placed a hand on his son’s back, only to abruptly pull back like he touched a hot stove when Scott only got more hysterical at the contact. The brunette clenched his eyes shut even more (and they were already shut as much as possible) while his head became a special kind of crease. Like he was in pain, “God, I wanna go home. Why won’t they listen I swear I’m telling the truth! Please, I just want Dad--”

Jeff was frozen on the spot, heart stopping in the process. His brain shut down while he watched his son continue to mindlessly ramble and panic. His freaked-out mind barely registered footsteps from behind in the hallway, followed by a voice going what’s going-- holy--

Something thundered past him. Blinking once, Jeff guiltily watched as Virgil kneeled behind the eldest and wrapped his arms around the thin man’s shoulders while taking Scott’s hands in his in a protective blanket, “Scott! Jesus-- we’re at home, you’re safe and it’s June 14th, 2--”

Scott only struggled more, panicking at the fact he could no longer yank his hair out. Dammit, it was the only way he could feel in control, don’t take that away too! “No! I swear I’ve said everything! Please--”

Virgil immediately knew that this was one of those attacks that Scott wasn’t coming back down from with pure human intervention. Add-on the sight of his father’s big eyes signifying the man was at a loss at what to do, Virgil had no choice. He snapped loudly, remembering the comms were still on and only feeling slightly bad at the way Scott flinched in his arms, “Shit-- John! It’s Scott! Get the stuff! We’re in the upstairs bathroom!”

Muffled footsteps through a few walls in the house could be heard. Jeff’s mind was only starting to catch up when the brother Virgil called for came rushing into the bathroom (Jeff never remembered it being big enough to hold four of them) and ignoring Jeff (practically shoving him out of the way too, man, this was bad) on his way to the main problem at hand. Landing on his knees in a way that made Jeff wince, John gently grabbed one of Scott’s arms from Virgil’s hold and subsequently pulled a needle from nowhere and injected something into Scott.

The response was instantaneous.

Scott’s breathing, while still labored, got slower. He stopped struggling as well, and the way he sagged reminded Jeff of ice melting into a puddle. The two other brothers’ shoulders also sagged, relieved at the crisis averted. John stood up, knees cracking as he rubbed the back of his neck. Then, he froze at the sight of something in the doorway, “G-Gordon…”

Virgil snapped his head up from where he was looking at Scott. Jeff did something similar. Yup, in the doorway was the strawberry blonde, eyes wide, making him younger by about 10 years. The ex-Olympian in question inhaled, closed his eyes, and soon speed-walked his way out of the entrance to the bathroom. Dammit, neither Gordon or Alan have seen something like that and it probably spooked him more than anything. He’d understand with his own PTSD-related issues, but still, seeing the “never weak” big brother freak out in such a scary way...

John combed a hand through his hair, shaking his head. As he started walking out of the room, he whispered to himself, probably hoping no one heard him, “Dammit, this is all so fucked…”

Unfortunately, Jeff did hear, and the dirty language made the father flinch. John was always the best about making sure Grandma didn’t wash his mouth out with soap, and the fact that he so willingly didn’t care meant that everyone was at the end of their rope. Still reeling at the sight, Jeff couldn’t react to the gentle arms that picked him up off the floor and slowly led him out of the suddenly stuffy room.

With the click of the door shutting, Jeff realized what Virgil did, “W-Wait, Scott--”

“Will be okay for a few seconds,” Virgil finished for his dad, “I know it’s nearly been a decade, but the one part of you I definitely know hasn’t changed is the need to comfort us, just like we hoped.” The small grin that fell over the middle child’s face put Jeff a little bit at ease, but Virgil wasn’t completely done, “So, I’m going to let you take care of this, but I just want to make sure you’ll handle it with grace. Take this slowly, okay? Scott might be doped up, but he’s still… volatile, in a sense.”

Jeff cleared his throat, suddenly choking on the unneeded tension, “Okay, Virgil, I promise, just… what happened? That was… bad, and really bad at that too. I know Scott would never let something that severe willingly come out in front of his family.”

Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, clearly not ready for this conversation, “Listen, Dad,” he inhaled sharply, cutting himself off before sighing in a way that said fuck it, might as well get this over with, “As much as it felt like it did, the world didn’t stop spinning because you… well, we had lives we somehow wanted to continue living. We all have lives and stories now, and this is Scott’s story to tell.”

Jeff was getting misty-eyed again. Back when he was just a kid, Virgil couldn’t keep a secret to save his life, mainly in part due to his insomnia-related issues (Jeff has to wonder if he still has them, more problems for the future) and general lack of filter because of sleep-deprivation. Now Jeff knew there was a starch difference between a kid who couldn’t keep his mouth shut and a man who genuinely knew how to respect another man’s privacy, but…

It just hammers home how much he’s missed with his boys. Gulping, Jeff made a mental note to talk with his mom about certain things he’s missed. She’ll know a lot more than he would, “Okay, Virge. Thank you, for stepping up there.”

Virgil’s shoulders relaxed at Jeff’s words, as well as his father’s hand patting him on the shoulder, “Thanks, Dad. Just… go easy on him. I know it’s a little late for this but none of us ever properly talked about things. It was very unhealthy, deep down we all knew that, but…”

“You just couldn’t get the proper emotions out?” Jeff finished for his son. At Virgil’s soft nod, Jeff exhaled, “I’m not going to say that it was a smart decision, but we’re all here now. We can move forward with this.” Jeff squeezed where his hand laid.

Virgil blinked before curtly going, “Yeah. Goodnight, Dad. Take care of Scott.”

Virgil stepped around his father and walked to where his bedroom most definitely was not, but Jeff could deal with that in a little bit. He had another son who he was pretty sure just had a violent PTSD attack of some kind, plus, Virgil seemed to sour at something Jeff said. The ex-astronaut wasn’t sure what it was, so he didn’t chase after him out of worry that--

Wait.

We’re all here now.

Dammit, Jeff. Out of all the sentences you could’ve picked...

Alrighty, just add that to the ever-growing pile of things that need to be talked about later. No biggie. Jeff found himself sighing and rubbing the back of his neck much like Virgil did a few minutes ago. Turning around, he was met with the bathroom door once more. Shaking his head, Jeff slowly crept into the room and saw that not much was different, especially with Scott.

His heart softly cracked, but, again, he can deal with it later.

Sitting down on the ground and grimacing at the way his body ached (was gravity always this rough?), Jeff leaned against the floor cabinets about 2-3 feet away from Scott, who made himself into a nice comfortable ball in the corner next to the toilet, his palm smushed against his forehead. Jeff waited a few seconds. Then minutes. Then he realized he would have to be the one to initiate the conversation. He probably should’ve realized that right when he came back in. He opened his mouth, but his wasn’t the one that words came out of.

“It was… Zambia.”

Jeff’s heart stopped and his mouth snapped shut. He couldn’t stop the way his eyes clearly showed his panic, but hopefully, he guiltily thought, Scott was a little too doped up to not realize it, “Scotty, what do you mean?”

Scott shrugged in a way that spoke he thought what he was admitting wasn’t a big deal. Yep, clearly not with it, “Mission went bad… caught for a couple of weeks.”

Jeff was hoping his first fuck back on Earth, spoken to himself like right now or otherwise, would have been a comedic thing, but the way nausea rose in his throat said this was anything but funny.

Scott wanted to be in the Air Force. Badly. Who was a father to deny his son’s want to be part of such a noble cause? He gave him tips, took him to meet friends in high places, sometimes even sparred with him when he turned 18, but then Jeff was suddenly thousands of miles away with no hope of ever having the chance of sparring with his eldest again. Despite it, Jeff hoped Scott went on to become the best pilot the world has ever seen.

Part of this looks like he did, but at what cost?

As much as it felt like it did, the world didn’t stop spinning because you… well, we had lives we somehow wanted to continue living.

Aw hell, “Jesus, Scott…” Jeff couldn’t tell if it was the brashness or the lack of a nickname that made Scott flinch and he hated it. He immediately softened his tone and brought his 27-year-old child into his arms, “Shh, shh, we’ll be okay. We’ll figure this out.”

Like father like son, old habits die hard, and as easy as it was to still be able to comfort his children, Scott seemed to just as easily take it as he used to 8 years ago, “Alan doesn’t deserve this kind of hell, God, he’s barely not a kid anymore! Why--”

Jeff tightened his hold to keep his son in reality, and because he didn’t like the tone behind those words, “Hey, you didn’t either--”

Scott somehow managed to fling himself out of the hug, focus incredibly on point for someone who was doped up to his eyelids five seconds ago, “But I fucked up! I made the wrong call and then suddenly Arnold was dead and he had a wife and kids-- shit, what the hell did I do?”

Okay.

First of all: way to put him back in that headspace when that’s the exact opposite you were going for, Jeff, father of the year. Second: dammit. Just… dammit. This was a big fat hand grenade in a giant handbasket that they didn’t have time to gently get out while simultaneously not yanking the pin clean off with the grace of a drunk elephant. Jeff was no stranger to Survivor’s Guilt, but there was a whole untapped pile of metaphorical C4 within his son’s head that was ready for someone to push the goddamn button.

He wanted it to be him, desperately, because it sounded like he already failed his family enough, it was all he could do at this point, but he absolutely hated that he couldn’t do it right now. This was going to take a lot of time, which they didn’t have, plus, Jeff thought he had a pretty good understanding of this new Scott and the rest of his kids. Jeff was aware that if he didn’t help his sons find their baby as fast as possible over everything else it’ll lead to a fate nobody wanted.

A shaky sigh, “Okay, Scotty, let’s get you to bed. We’ll talk strategy in the morning.”

Scott simply nodded as his father flung Scott’s arm around his broader shoulders and picked him up. Slowly and painfully but surely, father and son meandered their way to Scott’s room. With a thump a little harder than Jeff wanted, Scott flopped down on top of his sheets and immediately started snoring. Despite everything that just happened, the father couldn’t help but grin at the sight. Well, there was another thing Jeff gracefully passed onto his son.

Jeff only took Scott’s shoes off. He would’ve loved to pull the sheets up around him too, but the father didn’t want to take any chances at waking him up. Slowly tip-toeing out of the room, Jeff gave one last glance back at his son before finally letting him be and gently shutting the door. He had three other sons he needed to console, but his tired joints told him to selfishly take a moment for himself for right now unless he wanted to collapse and give his family more to deal with.

Jeff eventually made his way to his room-- which was sadly unkempt, he noticed-- and sat down on the edge of his unfamiliar bed to think.

He’ll figure something out. If he had to crawl through images of his son being brutally and bloodily tortured then by God he would with the fury of a thousand suns.

He was back and he wasn’t going to throw away any second or even third chance he was given.

---

“I got him.”

Virgil turned his comms back on, and with it, Scott’s heart restarted for the first time in a few weeks. Taking a moment for a breather, Scott leaned against the wall while practically wheezing. They have him back, holy shit, they have him back. Scott vaguely heard Gordon cry in pure relief and joy. He saw John’s side of the comms flutter for a bit before a bright flash happened. Blinking away the white spots, Scott looked at his wrist to see a fully detailed map of the compound.

Gordon spoke what they were all thinking, “Woohoo! First Allie comes back, then Johnny-boy gets us a free ticket out of here! We’re winning this race, baby!”

A very loud moment of silence. John cleared his throat, “Actually, I was going to say glad to see you in one piece, you little shit,” a playful gasp came from Virgil’s side. It was too high pitched to be from the pianist’s mouth. Scott chuckled, but the paranoid part of his brain said John wasn’t done. His brain was right, ‘“But guys… that wasn’t me. Or EOS. We still haven’t found a way to get past the metal they made these walls out of.”

That silence was even more deafening than the last, and before Virgil could utter out his typical what the fuck, a small logo appeared at the corner of their new map. One that was all too familiar. The Chaos Crew wasn’t the only one who could brand their awful deeds.

Son of a bitch.

Virgil’s order over the radio was meant for Alan, but Scott couldn’t help but listen to it too.

“Shit, Alan, you need to run.”

Making quick work of the compound once more, Scott, while booking it even quicker than last time, opened a private line between him and Gordon, “Hey, how would you feel if I said go help Virgil while I cover Alan?”

The first response was stuttering, which Scott expected, but then it was followed up by something completely out of left field for Gordon, “... Okay, just as long as you promise to bring Alan back in one piece.”

Part of Scott wanted to console Gordon, another was questioning why Gordon was so quick to give up, another wanted to say of course, I will, idiot, but the first part that made itself verbal was easy, “You know I will, buddy.”

Scott could physically picture Gordon’s tiny, little, somber nod clear as day, “Sounds good, captain. See you on the other side.”

With a click, Scott was back on the group comm. Suddenly remembering what exactly his job was, he pulled out the map so graciously given to them by The Hood. Looking at all the dots, one was heading towards a prone one (oh if that asshole did anything to Virgil…) while another one was heading right for Scott himself. Actually, in just a few seconds, right as Scott rounded the corner he would--

“Woah, look out there, Tigger!”

Yes, you heard that correctly: not tiger, Tigger. Tigger hadn’t been used since Alan was itty bitty. It always seemed like the kid had endless energy with the way he wouldn’t stop bounding off the walls and furniture. Even as a baby, Lucy had to sit with him for a few hours while he slept in his crib to make sure he would stay there. In fact, their mother gave Alan that nickname herself. She was quite the Winnie the Pooh fan, and the rest of the family figured it would be one of the ways they could keep her legacy alive for the tiny potato.

Wrapping his arms around said flailing potato, albeit much bigger than a baby, Scott thought he would collapse then and there. Alan was here, in his arms, and yeah, the sight of his dirty and somewhat ripped up IR uniform made him mad, but Scott, for once in his life, decided to focus on the here-and-now, aka his precious, alive little brother, who finally stopped struggling at the realization that hey, the person holding you is a good guy, time to turn off fight mode.

Smushing their foreheads together as much as possible, Scott desperately fought to keep the waterworks back, a smile from ear to ear hopefully taking whatever energy his tear ducts had, “You are getting such an ass beating when we get home, little bro.”

Alan jumped back with a look of What the hell?! What did I do now?!

Scott simply rolled his eyes, “Really? “Not important”? You graduated high school, tiny dude! That’s huge! You remember Gordon’s party, right?”

Alan’s mouth gaped before he closed it with slightly puffy cheeks. Those same cheeks tinged with a small blush. Alan wasn’t exactly expecting to be smothered so soon (well, he did cry his eyes out on Virgil’s shoulder, but that was different!). Shaking it off, Alan moved his hands rhythmically and rapidly, To be fair, we weren’t sure he was going to get one for a while.

Scott faltered a little bit at the ASL. Darn, he should’ve seen Alan’s lack of talking from a mile away. Scott carefully hid his disappointment from Alan. Lord knew what the kid would take it as, “Yeah, that’s what he got for barely making it. Imagine what you’re going to get!”

Scott assumed his semi-fake charm worked, as Alan seemed to play along without any kind of suspicion, Oh yeah. Fair enough.

This kid, man.

Then, slow clapping came from a dark corner, making Scott’s heart leap out of his throat as well as push Alan behind himself. Glaring as much as he could towards the invisible evil-doer, Scott didn’t have to think twice, “Alan, take my map and find Virgil and Gordon.”

The youngest looked like he was going to object.

“Go.”

He no longer did. Good.

Listening to the field commander’s orders, Scott felt his wristband slip off his wrist and a warm body leave his vicinity. An inhale. Also good. An exhale, followed by an even darker glare, “What more do you want?”

Short and straight-to-the-point and angry, two things Scott typically wasn’t. Regardless, like a cold gust of wind, footsteps started approaching him from the shadow. Once Scott saw the outline of a body, he tensed even more. Virgil would snap at him for clenching his jaw so much.

A dark chuckle reminded him of what was important. The voice that spoke reminded him of something completely different, “Now then, brother, let’s not be rude to each other!”

Scott’s pupils shrunk at the familiar sight of Gordon stepping towards him. Except it wasn’t Gordon, because Scott knew that Gordon knew better. He also knew Gordon didn’t cheekily smile like that, even after a prank, nor did he walk that straight. He always had a funny walk after WASP, and Gordon wore that fact like a badge of honor.

Oh no, Scott definitely knew who this was, “What the hell are you playing at?”

Fake-Gordon rolled his eyes, like it wasn’t obvious, “I mean if we want to go that route, why did kid insist you being in the military was the coolest thing he’d ever heard you do? Maybe I wouldn’t have been pressured into joining a branch myself in the end.”

Scott’s nostrils flared, and by God, his pupils might have actually slitted like a snake’s, or possibly even a dragon’s, “Excuse me?”

Scott blinked, and suddenly he was met by not-Virgil, “Plus, why was our conclusion after hearing a three-year-old wanting to see snow to go to a ski resort? It had to have been those big, selfish, beady eyes, right?”

“C’mon, Scotty, we gotta give you some kind of calming exercise. There’s going to come a time when neither me or John are going to be there.”

“Hmm… does yoga work?”

A snort, “Well, that’s not too bad of an idea. Maybe the person pissing you off will stop whatever they’re doing at the sight of you spontaneously doing downward dog.”

Laughter, an unfamiliar action, “Yeah, okay, but for real, those breathing exercises I’ve seen you do look okay. Let’s start there.”

Scott was not a liar by heart. He had to admit that those exercises were doing jack shit right about now.

Another blink, another brother. Familiar ginger hair was all Scott could see, “To continue that previous point, why did Dad start International Rescue again? And what led to his demise?”

“Sounds like a piece of work. Why do you keep dealing with these people again?”

“Someone has to pay the bills, Johnny. Grandma’s too focused on making the perfect poison for us.”

A roll of eyes, “Right, because the billions we have saved wouldn’t be enough to last a couple of families a few lifetimes. Glad to see your calming exercises are working at least. How’s that going for you, by the way?”

A pause. A flicker of vision around the room. Someone cleared their throat, probably himself, “It’s probably not as bad as whatever space is throwing at you. You handling it okay up there?”

Another pause, followed by a sigh, “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Scott wanted to deflect the truth so badly right now more than anything else. Telling him he couldn’t pilot ‘One anymore would be a much more enticing option than what he was hearing.

Suddenly, Scott was looking in a mirror, “Besides, I know more than anybody that he wasn’t wanted. A mistake. I thought we Tracys hated being imperfect?”

The Hood must have known their backstories from internet articles, and being the mastermind he was, it probably took him all of three seconds to see Alan had some hidden self-worth issues. By playing the biggest Guess Who? game of all time, The Hood was most likely able to figure out some less-than-positive ideals Alan thought about himself throughout his childhood and danced circles around his already weakened mind to string together some spineless blame to put on the kid by sheer evilness alone.

Knowing his kid brother, it worked.

Scott wasn’t thinking straight-- maybe even at all when the first punch was thrown.

Just like that, Scott blacked out and was running on terminator mode. John would be disappointed. Virgil would be horrified. Gordon might find it funny. Alan wasn’t here, and thank God for that. Scott wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. All his mind was telling him was make lots of pain hard and fast. His brain also blocked out any hit The Hood was giving him in return. Pain flared for a few seconds, then it was swept away in the puddle of rage his mind was currently being consumed in.

Soon, his out-of-it mind found its target and gripped his-- The Hood’s arm, no disguise would make him have an identity crisis, thank you very much-- nice and rough.

Scott heard the familiar snap of cartilage and felt only partially bad. If he was thinking more clearly, he would be disgusted with himself. Yes, even The Hood didn’t deserve this level of Scott’s fury. Oh, he definitely deserved to be hit by a truck, but not by Scott. It was mostly due to Scott’s sanity. If he could be this graphic and violent at all, even to the worse possible criminals, that meant he could be that way during other moments, and that was not a territory he wanted to cross into.

Welp, he was here now, and he’ll hate to admit it in the future, but the only thing that brought him out of it was a tiny gasp from a few feet away. Snapping his head up, Scott’s eyes landed squarely on a smaller-than-normal Alan, who was currently clutching his arm to his chest in an emotion Scott didn’t want to figure out at the moment. So much for going and finding Virgil and Gordon.

“Allie, help…” fake him grunted out, only making real Scott growl and tighten his hold (and probably making his case worse). Looking up from the person in his arms, Scott felt his heart split in two at the sight. There was fear and uncertainty in Alan’s blue eyes and boy did it hurt. Scott couldn’t tell if it was because even seeing a potentially-fake Scott being beaten up was bad or if it was because he’d never seen big brother be this brutal, even towards their enemies. Whatever the reason, it involved Scott being the main root of the problem.

Wait, that was The Hood’s plan. Shit… make Scott act past the point of no return in a way that was unfamiliar to Alan so the kid couldn’t be fully sure who was who, and Scott fell right into his trap, hook, line, and sinker.

Fuck.

Bloody well done, Scott, you absolute moron.

Scott faltered a little bit, “A-Alan, I--”

That falter was enough for The Hood to break an arm out of his grip and elbow him in the face. In the brief second of freedom he had, he tried dashing towards Alan, but Scott was too quick for everyone’s good and soon had the imposter back in his arms, both of them struggling in a way that made them look like they were tied into the weirdest knot in existence.

Then, an earthquake struck.

No, literally.

A big shake of the abandoned compound threw the look-a-likes about and subsequently off the platform they were on. The place was old; it didn’t take a lot of weight for that guard rail they made their way over towards while fighting to snap right off. With a yelp, the two of them gripped the edge as much as they could and held on. Crap, I know we talked with Fuse about potentially setting some stuff off, but--

Blinking, Scott saw a familiar mop of blonde hair come into view. Alan was rather panicked, clearly not sure which Scott was the real Scott. Not only that, he had little time to decide which one to save. Goodie, another reason to despise The Hood: not only has he put Alan through weeks of torment, now he’s forcing the kid to decide to either save his oldest brother and biggest hero or his personal torturer.

And Alan won’t know until he picks.

Holy hell, this was getting worse by the second. Hopefully, big brother charm can work its magic and get them the hell out of there.

“Alan, quickly, over here!”

“I can’t hold on for much longer, Alan, hurry!”

The two Scotts glared at one another in the exact same way, not making Alan’s job much easier. Another shake, another slip down the metal cliff, more screams, and Alan looked ready to tear his hair out. Scott watched as the kid looked around rapidly, probably praying for a miracle in the process. Suddenly, the kid jumped when he must have spotted something important. Within the blink of an eye, he was gone and out of their range of visions to retrieve it.

Whatever the hell he noticed better be important, because if just ended up wasting precious time then--

Another shake, probably the last one. Still, it was enough.

Both their grips gave away at the same time, screams identical (God, did he always sound that wimpy?) as they plummeted to their demises. Scott was briefly able to look up to see his brother pop his head over the cliff like a chipmunk again and grab the (albeit broken) arm of The Hood and save him. Dammit, Scott should have expected that, though, that display of anger was uncharacteristic to Alan. Probably terrified him even more than he already was. Fuck, Scott deser--

Suddenly, a rope wrapped itself around Scott’s left arm and stopped his descent. Hard. Hopefully, it was only torn stuff, they didn’t have time to deal with dislocation--

Wait.

Scott wasn’t dead if he could think about these kinds of things.

Blinking, he looked at his arm to see the familiar rope of his grappling hook around his forearm. Moving his eyesight to look past that, he saw the wide, blue eyes of his baby brother struggling to stay on top. The Hood was using his non-broken side to try and climb his way back up to safety. Huh, that’s weird. When did Alan get ahold of that? Scott must have dropped it during his scuffle with--

That’s when it hit Scott.

Alan saved them both.

Alan saved them both.

And it would be all for jack shit if Scott didn’t get his ass up there to help.

Panicking, Scott gripped the rope and started to ascend. He had two working arms and a smother complex to boot; it wasn’t long before he overtook a struggling Hood, who could only use one arm and a weakened brother (that bastard was so lucky Alan had a literal heart of gold).

Flinging his arms over the edge and pulling himself up-- and shrugging off the extra help Alan offered. Save your strength, baby bro-- Scott was in a much calmer search-and-destroy mode. He yanked his evil look-a-like up, turned him on his stomach, pinned him down, and before he could even watch Alan blink, “Sign something.”

There, now he watched Alan blink.

Scott pulled out one of his best ‘big brother’ smiles ever, “Tell me something in ASL. I don’t think The Hood learned that kind of etiquette.”

The body beneath him growled, making Alan jump and Scott tighten not only his hold but his glare. Further prove big brother’s point, why don’t cha? He lost the angry look immediately to grin at Alan once more, who seemed to be slowly getting the picture. With a gulp, the blonde slowly strung together a sentence that Scott had to laugh at, just a little bit.

Damn, could you teach me to fight like that, Scooter?

Nodding his head, Scott had to concede, “Sure. Consider it a graduation present.”

Alan blinked again, and the immense relief that washed over the boy’s shoulders would be enough to banish nightmares for at least a couple of days. Suddenly, The Hood’s disguise blinked out of existence, making both brothers jump that time. Scott didn’t falter in his grip, however. This man was going down right here and now, Scott thought darkly, staring at the prone body beneath his.

Scott saw Alan continue to sign out of the corner of his eye, You know you look like shit, right?

Scott chuckled. Alan was always able to put a smile on his face no matter the circumstances, “Yeah, well, kindred spirits, little bro.”

Scott was probably as pale as Alan was with such lack of sleep and food. Running on what was essentially a prolonged PTSD attack wasn’t healthy in the slightest, and no doubt whatever kind of bruises and scratches The Hood gave him didn’t help, however, seeing hope fill those deep-blue eyes when Alan learned he was truly being saved drowned everything out, including the way those freckles were getting lost in those eye bags.

Yeah, their entire family probably looked like shit, and the recovery process was going to be even shittier, but they were going to suffer through it together as a family would.

That made it all worth it.

Shuffling himself so one arm was free while the other kept The Hood pinned, Scott held it out towards Alan. The flinch the youngest made tore a hole in Scott’s heart that was only slightly patched when Alan leaned into the warmth and safety of his biggest bro. Long recovery process, remember? Regardless, Alan still took to the hug like a dehydrated zebra did a pond, and that was good enough for Scott.

The Hood groaned underneath them.

Yep, good enough.

[selohtun20]

Coffee and kidnappings

Villain!Mic, based off of @hey-hamlet’s Wicked Coffee AU

Word count: 1777

Izuku thinks that maybe he should be more unsettled. It’s not everyday that you finally figure out that, yes, the facial hair thing is not, in fact, a coincidence, and yes, the barista at you and your teacher’s favorite coffee shop is, in fact, a villain. A pretty infamous one at that, seeing as how he’s known to deafen opponents permanently and also flirt with Eraserhead when they fight. Present Mic, the voice villain, and Yamada Hizashi, the barista who Izuku knows weirdly well by now. He’s been designated coffee guy for all of 1-A for a while now, and he knows their orders by heart, carrying them carefully back to campus so he doesn’t spill anything. Yamada (it’s easier to think of them as two people, rather than one) always perks up when he comes in, already starting on his inevitably gigantic order. Izuku usually orders ahead, but comes a little earlier to chat with Yamada if there’s no one around. He also does it to take notes, quickly typed on his phone for future reference and to be put into his analysis notebooks.

Normally, none of this would really matter. The moment Izuku finally made the connection in his brain, he should’ve turned around, walked out from the coffee shop, and ran back to Aizawa as fast as he could. But there’s a problem, which boils down to this: Aizawa actually likes Yamada. Izuku, who can’t mind his own business at the best of times, and certainly not now, figures that friendships maybe don’t come easy to his teacher, given that he almost always looks half-dead and ready to kill anyone at a moment’s notice if they get between him and coffee. He also knows that Yamada doodles little cats and paw prints on his teacher’s cup, and even if he thinks he can hide them, Izuku can see Aizawa smile at his cup when he sees it. (Aizawa’s order is the only one that changes. Yamada makes him something new almost every week, and it’s always sickeningly sweet.) Izuku, honestly and truly, would feel bad about turning Yamada in, or at least exposing his secret. He’s relatively sure Yamada wouldn’t hurt him. Then again, Izuku has a habit (a bad one, considering where his aspirations lie) of always thinking the best of people when at all possible.

He’s beginning to regret not saying anything when he gets kidnapped. There’s a bag over his head, his hands are tied, and he would probably be having a gigantic panic attack if it weren’t for the fact that he can recognize Yamada’s voice. He’s also pretty sure that Yamada kidnapped him as an excuse to see Eraserhead, which, hey, Izuku understands that he’s a pretty convenient target, but still. He’s a little annoyed that he’ll probably miss class if he doesn’t get free, like, right now. But there’s not much he can do at the moment, and he doesn’t feel like testing his theory that Yamada won’t hurt him, so he resigns himself to his fate.

~

Kidnapping a kid wasn’t exactly high on Mic’s priority list, sure, but it was very convenient. He was at the coffee shop, surprisingly easy to grab and tie up, and he’s in Eraserhead’s class, so really, he can’t be blamed for his actions. It’s just- well, he hasn’t seen Eraser for a week now, and he’s only seen Aizawa once. He misses him, as much as he doesn’t really want to admit it, so kidnapping Midoriya makes sense on that level. Plus, they haven’t spent any substantial time together, so it’s as good an excuse as any to write up a ransom note, email it with a disposable email to Eraser, and wait.

Mic wasn’t counting on the fact that, apparently, Midoriya doesn’t fear death. He expected the kid to be scared, to fight back, to scream or do- something, at least. Instead, he just sort of sits there, and when Mic takes the bag off his head, the kid smiles at him, bright and it’s almost blinding. “Hi there Mr. Yamada!” “I- wait, what?” Mic blinks several times in shock. “The facial hair is a dead giveaway. Also, did you kidnap me to see Eraser, or…?” “Uh, well, yes? I wasn’t expecting you to figure out it was me, but uh, I wrote your teacher a ransom note, hopefully he’ll look at his emails soon…” Midoriya cocks his head, frowns for a second, then smiles again. “Well, why don’t I call him? It’s much faster than waiting for him to find a note!” Mic can’t do much else but nod, and he unties the kid (he can take a kid, no problem. Probably.) before grabbing Midoriya’s phone and throwing it to him. The kid catches it on instinct, and quickly pulls up his teacher’s contact while Mic has a personal crisis in the background. Before Eraser can pick up, Mic asks if the kid wants something to eat. He did kidnap him during lunch break, after all.

~

Aizawa knew something was wrong, but he wasn’t sure what it was. It prickled under his skin, an uncomfortable sensation that left him on edge. It was lunch break, and normally he’d be asleep right now. But the dread pooling in his gut wouldn’t let him, and he resigned himself to worry until he figured out what was really wrong. Before he could gather himself up to go grade, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. An email. From someone he’d never heard of, with the subject being “ransom note: Hi Eraser!!!!!”. Great.

The note itself is clearly from Present Mic, seeing as how it uses far too many exclamation points to be written by any rational human being. It’s also a little unclear as to what, exactly, he’s demanding, other than the fact that he only wants Aizawa to come in, no one else. Before he can read into it much further, his cellphone rings. He answers on instinct. “Hello?” “Hi sensei! I got kidnapped by Mr- ah, I mean Present Mic! He’s making lunch for me!” “He’s what? Where are you, problem child?” Aizawa starts to panic, because, yes, Midoryia sounds fine, but there's also the possibility that Mic is threatening him, and while Present Mic doesn't usually hurt kids, this is one of Aizawa's kids. He doesn't hate Mic, not really, but he wouldn't hesitate to strangle the man if there's a hair out of place on the problem child's head when he gets there. “He’s making me lunch! And, I’m not sure sensei! Hold on- '' There's a rustling sound, and Aizawa can hear Midoriya ask something, and Mic’s answer in return. “We’re at a warehouse in the dock district! And-“ Aizawa hears Mic’s voice again in the background. “Oh yeah, he told me to tell you not to bring anyone else, or he’ll make me deaf!” “Did he drug you? Why are you so calm? I’ll be there as soon as I can, just-“ “I don’t think he drugged me? I’ll see you soon sensei!” With that, the problem child hangs up the phone, leaving Aizawa to sprint towards the main campus gates.

~

“You’re a pretty good cook, Mr. Yamada!” “Thanks kid! Hopefully Eraser will show up soon too!” Izuku grins, taking another bite. They finish their lunches, both talking at rapid speeds about anything and everything, until Izuku feels his phone vibrate. “Oh! He’s here! I’ll make us tea!” With that, he busies himself with a kettle, getting out cups. As they wait for the water to boil, the door gets kicked in, and Aizawa sprints in, ready to fight. “Hi sensei! I’m making tea!” He waves at his teacher, grabbing tea bags and generally keeping his hands busy. While neither adult is looking, he pulls his phone out and sends a Snap to Shinsou, and manages to get one of his teacher and the villain, and adds it to his story. His phone is buzzing like crazy with texts, and he carefully silences it, just as the kettle whistles. He pours the water into the cups, and brings two over to the small table set up in the warehouse. (He’s not entirely sure how all this stuff got in here. He’s betting it might be a secret base for Present Mic, seeing as how there appears to be food and Izuku is pretty sure there was a first aid kit somewhere, but he’s not entirely sure yet-) “You’re mumbling, problem child.” “Oh. W-whoops. Anyway, Mic! You wanna tell sensei why you kidnapped me?” Izuku sets the cups down, and goes back to the counter to drink his own tea, snickering to himself as he gets ready to record.

~

“GUYS! HE’S OKAY, SENSEI IS THERE!” The entire class 1-A crowds around Ochako, and she holds the phone so more people can see. It’s a video of Aizawa and Present Mic, drinking tea. The camera shakes a little, and the class can hear Izuku giggling softly. “Let me get this straight: you kidnapped one of my students, left me a ransom note, THREATENED TO DEAFEN HIM, because you wanted to see me?” Aizawa sounds furious, but it's hard to tell from a video, and Izuku is recording so Ochako doubts he's hurt. “Well, when you put it like that, it sounds so awful Eraser!” Present Mic puts a hand to his chest, sounding offended. "Did you drug him? Why is he so calm?” Aizawa’s voice is sharp, and Ochako can’t really see his face too well, but she’s sure he’s glaring at the villain. I didn’t, I swear! I would never drug a kid!” “You’d just kidnap one?” “I- well, yes. But I didn’t drug him, so that’s one point towards me!” Aizawa puts his head in his hands, shaking it softly, and Izuku giggles more. “Why aren’t you afraid, kid?” “He’s right, problem child. He did kidnap you.” Izuku giggles even more, much to the adults’ surprise. “Bold of you to assume I feel fear, sensei! Can I go back to U.A. now? I don’t want to miss class.” At his nonchalant voice, Bakugou bursts out laughing, cackling like a madman. Iida looks like he’s on the verge of a heart attack, and Shinsou is blinking at the video like he can’t believe what he’s really seeing. The rest of the class is caught between worry for their classmate and holding in their laughter, partially at Izuku’s comment and partially at Bakugou’s laughter, which is hilarious in and of itself. “Oh wait, before we go, can we get a selfie together Mic?" “... you know what, sure kid. I don’t think this day could get much weirder.”

[zekroudon]

A motto for the heroes

Mr. Ramier is akumatized into Mr. Pigeon for the fiftieth time. Ladybug and Chat Noir decide to do something special for the occasion (and make fun of Hawkmoth).

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Hawkmoth decided that today was a good day to send an akuma. Sunny day, a little cloudy, warm breeze, but not too hot. A perfect day to hang out with friends. His father had even allowed him to see his friends after his photoshoot. From all the people of Paris, their arch-nemesis had to reakumatize Mr. Ramier into Mr. Pigeon for the fiftieth time. Adrien counted. He was playing Pokémon between two sets when he was notified of the akuma alert.

After discreetly escaping his photoshoot, and Plagg swallowed another piece of camembert while he took his allergy medicine, he calls his transformation and joins Ladybug on a nearby rooftop. She looks as bored as he is. As usual, they’ll get his whistle, destroy it and call a lucky charm to cast the cure. Their best time yet was two minutes and a half. Maybe they could spice things up this time for a change.

"How many times will we have to face Mr. Pigeon fur Hawkmoth to understand it’s useless. It’s like bad guys in an anime that try to win each episode with always the same result, Chat Noir groans.

- Urgh, I know, it’s not like we’re having a blast doing this, his partner adds. Well, at least it will be an easy fight…

- Yeah, they’ll be blasting off in no time…"

An idea popped into the boy’s head. Villains always have some kind of speech or intro, like Team Rocket.

"You know, since it’s the fiftieth time he’s akumatized, we could do something special.

- We could, though nothing dangerous or stupid.

- I pawmise! Have you ever watched the Pokémon anime?

- Kitty, everyone our age watched Pokémon at one point or another, of course, I’ve watched it.

- So, you know Team Rocket’s motto? We could imitate it and have a special intro to mock Hawkmoth, what do you say? We'd use copycat on them...

- And you’ll be Meowth?

- Meowch, Milady! This cat is more than a simpawle talking feline!

- I know, he’s the best partner I could have asked fur. So, I take Jessie and you James?

- Yes, I just have to get ready!

After picking a rose from a nearby florist, which has Ladybug groaning at her partner’s dedication, he’s ready.

The room where Mr. Pigeon stood turned pitch black when all windows were closed and the lights turned off. A single spotlight turned on, illuminating the heroes of Paris standing side by side. Chat Noir held the rose with his teeth. Alya, the Laddyblogger, was filming in the corner since the heroes said she wouldn’t want to miss this. It was she who closed the lights and directed the spotlight on her idols. They strike a pose and started the show.

" Prepare for trouble, Ladybug started.

- And make it double, followed her partner.

- To protect the world from devastation!

- To save Paris with our determination!

- To make love reign and put evil back at its place!

- To extend my staff to Hawkmoth’s face!

- Ladybug!

- Chat Noir!

- Akumas blasts off at the speed of light!

- Surrender meow, or prepurr to fight!

- Yeah, that’s right, shouted Alya to finish the motto she heard so many times in her childhood."

The heroes hit different poses every verse and the akuma was flabbergasted, so was the villain watching through his eyes. They had out staged him.

No one knew that Gabriel practiced mottos and villain entrances for weeks after the event. No one would be better at it than him, his honor was at stake! He ordered Nathalie to do some research and prepare some speeches for Mayura. No way that the villains would go down without a fight. With his skill and intelligence, he’ll rap this up at the speed of light and the heroes will bow to him and surrender their miraculouses once and for all.

[osakaso5]

Ryunosuke Tsunashi Twelve Hits Rabbit Chat Part 2: Request Hits 1

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Thank you for joining, everyone! We'll be accepting requests for Tsunashi-san's RADIO STATION Twelve Hits! here. 

Tsumugi: I'll be your moderator, just like the previous times. I look forward to chatting with you!

Ryunosuke: Hey, everyone!

Kaoru: Ryu's the last member of TRIGGER to do this! Thank you all for coming.

Rinto: Thank you!

Banri: We'll be here to observe, too.

Tsumugi: The requests for Tsunashi-san's radio show will be chosen at random. As usual, we'll start in order from youngest to oldest!

Ryunosuke: I can't wait for your requests..!

Gaku: Ryu was pretty excited before the group chat started (lol)

Tenn: He kept checking the clock, and couldn't sit still.

Ryunosuke: Hey! You don't need to tell them that!

Gaku: He's embarrassed (lol)

Tenn: Definitely

Momo: Ryu, that's so cute! You're like a young boy waiting for his first date to show up \(*´ω`)(´ω`*)ノ

Mitsuki: We'd have a real family outing if all 16 of us went on a date together, lol

Yamato: Not to mention it'd almost be a total sausage fest.

Yuki: Gender doesn't matter, as long as we all have someone to pair up with.

Iori: You really are a free thinker.

Banri: I think he's just lazy (lol)

Tamaki: Me!

Tamaki: I wanna team up with Ryu-aniki

Ryunosuke: Huh, are you sure? Not that I'm unhappy with that or anything, but why me?

Tamaki: It's almost your birthday, so if I go with you, I'll get cake

Ryunosuke: I see, so you'd be in it just for the food (lol)

Sogo: Tamaki-kun, do you realize how disrespectful that is..!?

Tamaki: You can come too, So-chan

Sogo: I suppose I'm glad to have a team now, but still...

Riku: It's like we're choosing partners for gym class!

Kaoru: What are you fooling around for!? Hurry up and start with the requests!

Tsumugi: R-right! Tamaki-san, go ahead!

Tamaki: Yup

Tamaki: Who's your fave member from IDOLiSH7?

Ryunosuke: Huh!? My fave!? Wait, didn't you..?

Gaku: ...Already ask that from me?

Tamaki: You just said you liked all of  us the same amount, Gakkun!

Tamaki:

Gaku: You're still mad over that? (lol) Look, I'm sorry, but I did buy you a King Pudding afterwards.

Tamaki: I ate it already, so I forgot

Ryunosuke: So, you're trying your luck again with me! lol

Tamaki: That's 'cuz I trust in you, Ryu-aniki

Tamaki:

Tamaki: 

Tamaki: 

Ryunosuke: Since you're being so straightforward, maybe I should pick you as my fave!

Tamaki: Awesome!!!

Tamaki: 

Mitsuki: You're gonna settle for that, Tamaki..!?

Sogo: You should respect Tsunashi-san's genuine opinion more.

Nagi: Now that you have asked both Yaotome-shi and Tsunashi-shi, you will have to ask Kujo-shi, as well.

Tenn: You’re just trying to complete the set, huh?

Riku: I want to know, too! Tell us! Tell us!

Riku: And not just because the others got the same question!

Iori: He'll be in big trouble if he chooses anyone but our center...

Tenn: If you'd requested it from me, I could've answered, Riku ^^

Riku: Aaaaw!

Tsumugi: I'm curious about who Tsunashi-san's favorite is, too!

Tsumugi: Iori-san, you're up next!

Iori: Mine is to do an OX Quiz.

Iori: It's a quiz where you have three seconds to answer questions by holding up an O or X sign. If the questions are intimate enough, Tsunashi-san's fans will get to see a whole new side of him.

Ryunosuke: So basically, I'll have to answer on impulse? That sounds fun!

Ryunosuke: Will you come up with the questions, Iori-kun?

Iori: That's the plan. I'll run them by Anesagi-san first, of course.

Momo: I wanna come up with questions for Ryu, too~ (ノ´д)ノ

Sogo: Um... Would you mind if I helped?

Mitsuki: Ah! I also wanna ask something!

Iori: That would be very helpful. If they're genuine questions, they'll add depth to the quiz.

Yamato: Wow. They're practically fighting over you, Tsunashi-san!

Gaku: You're real popular, Ryu!

Ryunosuke: That makes me kind of happy..! These request corners are so nice!

Tenn: You're a natural born swindler, Ryu. Though that's one of the things I like about you.

Ryunosuke: Huh, s-swindler!? Is that supposed to be a compliment!?

Tenn: Of course. I just said I liked it, didn't I?

Ryunosuke: Really? I'm so happy that you'd say that about me!

Ryunosuke: Feel free to ask me anything, guys!

Tsumugi: I can't wait to see what they come up with!

Tsumugi: Riku-san, you're next!

Riku: Okay! I want him to tell us about the baddest thing he's ever done! 

Riku: Tsunashi-san's really nice, and cool, and great at cooking, and also cool! But I'm curious to hear if he's ever done something naughty!

Yuki: You said "cool" twice there

Gaku: Our Ryu's just that cool!

Ryunosuke: I never knew you felt that way about me! I'm really happy to hear that.

Tenn: It's hard to imagine Ryu doing anything bad, that's for sure.

Riku: I know, right! I don't even have any examples for how he could've misbehaved.

Nagi: Such as waiting overnight in line for a big doujinshi event?

Mitsuki: That's definitely a bad thing to do, but I'm pretty sure Tsunashi-san wouldn't even think to do something like that, lol

Ryunosuke: It's important to respect the rules at a public event!

Rinto: Would that even count as something naughty, I wonder..?

Choices/outcomes:

1. What about running in hallways..!

Ryunosuke: That's dangerous! Especially if you happen to slip or trip..!

2. What about wearing the wrong shirt with your school uniform..?

Ryunosuke: There were some kids in my school who customized their uniforms in secret! I never really understood it, so I just wore it as is, lol

3. What about only lip syncing to your school song during assemblies..?

Ryunosuke: I always sang along, but I guess some people are too embarrassed to do that if the people around them aren't singing, either.

Ryunosuke: Sorry, but I wasn't a very naughty kid, lol I spent most of my time at sea, anyway!

Gaku: I thought that went without saying!

Tenn: It would've been interesting if he had a past like that, though.

Kaoru: No! I want him to have been a charming and gentle boy with a little backpack!

Momo: I dunno if many grade schoolers would act like that! lol

Ryunosuke: I don't think I was charming or gentle, either... I was a rowdy grade schooler who ran around barefoot, lol

Ryunosuke: I don't know if I have any stories like what you're looking for, but I'll go look through my childhood pictures and try to think of something!

Riku: Thank you!

Yamato: I'm pretty sure fact that he's willing to look through photo albums for a request is proof that he's more diligent than anything else.

Sogo: His sincerity is so heartwarming!

Tsumugi: I have to say, I'm interested in seeing Tsunashi-san's naughtier side, too! lol

Tsumugi: Kujo-san, could you go next?

Tenn: Yes. Mine is that if he has anything to say to TRIGGER, he should spit it out.

Tenn: It's more just for Gaku and I, though. Ryu's not exactly the type to assert himself, so I thought I'd take this chance to encourage him to speak up

Tenn: It can be something he wants to do, something he wants us to change, or a request for us

Gaku: That's a great request! Ryu, you can tell us anything.

Ryunosuke: Thank you both! In all honesty, I think TRIGGER's about as perfect as can be, so I don't have any requests.

Tenn: You're proving my point. It won't kill you to be selfish every now and then, you know

Ryunosuke: I could say the same to you. You handle everything from work to family matters all by yourself.

Ryunosuke: You were holed up in our dressing room with a cold not too long ago.

Gaku: Right! You really should've said something back then.

Riku: You caught a cold, Tenn-nii!? Are you okay!?

Tenn: I'm fine. It was cured overnight.

Riku: Good..!

Gaku: That being said, couldn't we have gotten you medicine or food or something?

Tenn: You're still going on about that?   We've already had this discussion.

Ryunosuke: It's because you're so reserved about the strangest things, Tenn.

Tenn: It was just a little fever, and I didn't want to infect either of you

Gaku: This again?

Ryunosuke: In all honesty, I'm a little angry about this.

Tenn: You don't get mad often, but when you do, you can be stubborn as a mule

Ryunosuke: I'm only mad because I have a reason to be.

Nagi: Are the three of you fighting?

Tamaki: Stop fighting, you're supposed to be adults!

Mitsuki: Ah, I dunno if I'd call this a fight... I can definitely relate to both Yaotome and Tsunashi-san.

Tenn: We're not fighting. This conversation is over

Gaku: The hell it is!

Ryunosuke: We'll talk later. A group chat isn't the appropriate place for this..!

Tsumugi: I can understand both not wanting to make your friends worry, and wanting a friend to rely on you...

Tsumugi: Nagi-san, you're next!

Nagi: Leave it to me. I shall cleanse the heavy atmosphere of this chat!

Momo: I bet you're really good at that, lololol

Yuki: Well said

Ryunosuke: Sorry, Nagi-kun. Thank you for trying to calm us down!

Nagi: You are most welcome. I will accept fulfilling my request as repayment :-)

Ryunosuke: Got it! I'll try my best to get your request..!

Iori: Whether you're an altruist or opportunist... I honestly can't tell.

Nagi: Sweat not the small stuff! My request is Tsunashi-shi's very own Improvisational ☆　 Haiku!

Ryunosuke: A haiku as in the poem with five, seven, and five syllables?

Nagi: Precisely. I will prepare topics that I want you to use as the basis for your haiku recital.

Nagi: I would also like you to add an echo effect to your recital.

Sogo: That's a lot of instructions.

Nagi: One must always strive for the perfect production quality.

Ryunosuke: You're really something, Nagi-kun. Thank you for thinking so hard about this!

Nagi: By the way, you will have to stay up to date on the latest episodes of Magical★Cocona in order to be prepared for my prompts.

Nagi: In particular, you must memorize the catchphrase of the villain from last week's episode, Chief Darkness Bear.

Ryunosuke: T-that really is a lot to remember!

Riku: Speaking of which, didn't you mutter something about him and Tsunashi-san having similar voices the last time we watched it..?

Mitsuki: You're just trying to make him pretend to be that bear guy!

Nagi: (゜3゜)~♪

Tenn: I'd like to know what haiku have to do with this character

Gaku: Really makes you wonder why he wouldn't just ask for an impersonation.

Ryunosuke: You seem to really care about this, so I'll do my best..!

Nagi: I look forward to it :-)))

Tsumugi: I'll have to catch up on the show, too..!

Tsumugi: Sogo-san, you're next!

Sogo: Tsunashi-san is usually very gentle, so I'd like to know what makes him angry.

Sogo: But we just talked about that because he was worried for Kujo-san...

Sogo: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dredged this topic up again..!

Ryunosuke: It's fine. We weren't fighting, really. 

Gaku: Ryu's got a big heart. He doesn't even seem to care if someone's a dick to him, or if someone walks into him on the street.

Ryunosuke: What point is there in getting angry over it?

Ryunosuke: The other person might be having a hard time, too.

Yuki: This guy's a saint

Sogo: I can relate. I don't usually get angry over things like that, either.

Sogo: Though I never forget the names and faces of people who've wronged me.

Yamato: That makes you even scarier! lol

Iori: I'm not sure if that's what Tsunashi-san meant when he said he doesn't get angry over small things...

Sogo: Y-you think so?

Tamaki: I gotta be careful not to do anything bad to So-chan

Banri: He already remembers your name and face, after all (lol)

Tamaki:

Sogo: It hurts my feelings that you're so scared of me.

Tamaki: 

Ryunosuke: It's important to have a good understanding of the other person! I think it shows how far ahead you can think.

Ryunosuke: I really admire that about you, Sogo-kun!

Sogo: Thank you..! I'm honored to hear that from you.

Mitsuki: 'Scuse me! Can we take a little break?

Tsumugi: What is it, Mitsuki-san?

Mitsuki: Nagi was trying to rewatch that Cocona episode with Darkness Bear, but he can't find his recording anywhere.

Mitsuki: He's really depressed about that, and I feel bad for him. Do you think we could all look for his hard disk together?

Yamato: Apparently the episodes are still airing, but it's not the  same as a recording.

Ryunosuke: I see..! I hope the recording is still around somewhere!

Mitsuki: Sorry that we had to interrupt you for this stuff!

Tsumugi: The chat has gotten long, so let's take a break. I'll let you all know when we can resume!

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 245: The Second One

Previously on BnHA: We kicked off day one of New Internships with a fun-filled morning of shenanigans. Highlights included: (1) an old bearded man gallivanting around town telling everyone the world is going to end (and making a surprising amount of sense); (2) Bakugou and Deku attempting to rough up a group of impassioned hobos, only to have their thunder stolen from right underneath their noses; and (3) Hawks, the thunder-stealer himself, who proceeded to be all “what’s up fellas, hey Endeavor did you miss me?” Endeavor, who totally did miss him, pretended like he had not, and meanwhile Hawks introduced himself to Endeavor’s new trainees: Finger-Smashing Kid, Kid Who Used To Work For The Guy You Just Murdered, and Shouto (Just Shouto). Then he pulled out a copy of Re-Destro’s book and was all, “hey Endeavor have you heard of this book which was really important to the plot in the previous arc? I think you should read it, for reasons!!” and Endeavor just kind of stared at him, which wasn’t exactly inspiring. Anyways let’s see if these two idiots can manage to pull this off.

Today on BnHA: Hawks shoves the Liberation Army’s book into Endeavor’s hands while staring at him with the intensity of a thousand suns, and then, to avoid suspicion, proceeds to hand out another 500,000 copies of the book without even being asked. He then flies back to the PLF headquarters and is all “good news gentlemen, I gave out copies of the Army’s book to everyone in Japan!” and they’re all “that’s great, Hawks!” because somehow it turns out that this was actually a good plan. Back at the Endeavor Agency HQ, the kids meet Endeavor’s 30+ other sidekicks, who are all “now let’s all stand around and wait for Endeavor to tell us what to do.” Over in his office, Endeavor shrewdly deduces that Hawks was trying to tell him something, and pieces together the hidden code Hawks left in his book, which basically reads “IN FOUR MONTHS WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.” Back at the PLF, the League cheerfully discusses their plot to blow up the entire world come Springtime. Which apparently everyone is on board with. So, uh, does anyone else feel like they accidentally fell asleep during a really important part of the movie, because uh. What.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

okay so two things: (1) as I mentioned in a previous post, Caleb Cook reported that this chapter took him more than 4 times longer than usual to translate. so like, what does that mean?? guess we’re about to find out!

and (2) HAWKS’S REAL NAME. I started typing up this recap early just so I could liveblog my reaction, since it seems that the databook has leaked, and I figure I’m going to stumble across this sooner rather than later. so I’m just going to look it up now here goes!!

AHHHH TAKAMI KEIGO AHHHH

lol. I have no idea what that actually means. let me look up some more stuff about this

oooh thank you reddit!

ooh damn, I love it!? “hawk” + “vision” lolol HORIKOSHI BACK AT IT AGAIN. but “watchman” is a really nice bonus what with how it relates both to the whole spying biz, and in a more general sense toward what he is trying to do as a hero trying to protect society. plus the name “Keigo” just has a really nice sound to it in general. kind of a boyish, youthful sound. not too hard or soft. idk. I like it. that was my favorite character in Bleach too

also apparently both of the kanji used for “Keigo” mean “enlightenment” oooh. my god I could analyze this all day. this being Thursday night, I’ll have some time to ruminate before I read the chapter tomorrow, so if I have any epiphanies I will add them in later!

(ETA: no additional thoughts on this right now, but there is now a ton of other content out from Ultra Analysis, so let’s take a quick look at some of that!

Haagen Dazs’s gender:  I now feel vindicated in continuing to refer to him as a “he” even after the face reveal! let this be a lesson to everyone never to judge a shounen character solely by how pretty they are. not that it wouldn’t have been nice to have another female villain! anyways the important thing is that I still don’t have his name memorized and never will!

Thirteen’s gender?!: now this, I don’t really like. Thirteen was already in the previous databook IIRC and their gender was ambiguous. which to be frank was awesome. having a canon nonbinary character was sick. why you gotta do this now Horikoshi smdh.

Reason for Shouji’s mask: nooooo poor Shouji. people in quirk society are jerks! lol I get the arms being scary, but his face?? now I really want to see what he looks like though. it would be cool if he became more accepting of himself as a result of hanging with his chill classmates and decided to ditch the mask. anyways my boy needs a hug.

and there’s a lot of other stuff, including a whole series of cute segments showing the characters’ relationships with each other, but I think I’ll save those for another post because otherwise this would get way too off-track. but man, so far I’m really loving this.)

okay kiddos. it is now Friday, and time to take our horse to the hype town road. I have been waiting all fucking week for this shit so it had better not disappoint!

“Rising to Action” ooh, nice. guess this is not much of a “sit still” gang, here

okay so we’re picking off right where we left off, and guys, I just need to know, does anyone other than me find this kind of hilarious

like, I don’t know why but just. Endeavor’s face. omg. he just looks like he’s trying so hard to figure out what’s wrong. I think what it is is that this is the exact same bemused/perplexed expression that Shouto gets on his face all the freaking time, and it just tickles me to no end that the apple apparently doesn’t fall far from the tree. ahh Shouto I know you don’t want to hear this but damn boy you look like your dad

anyways. I think we can all agree Endeavor should not be looking this adorable and what the hell. let’s move on

LOOOOOOL

why is this so funny ahhhhhhh. they’re so fucking serious please stop. I mean, but of course they’re serious, though. the weird one is me, right? whatever!

so now here’s the handoff. between these two super-serious dudes

Endeavor you had better not do like me and be all “of course I’ll read it!” fully intending to follow through (really!) but then you never do and everyone is super disappointed and you start to read something else instead, all the while feeling incredible guilt! my point is, Endeavor, I hope you don’t have ADHD or we’re all fucking screwed omg

lol though thankfully we have a backup!

“oh boy!” clamors Deku, a gleam of excitement in his eye. “homework!”

OH MY GOD

WHO ARE YOU, OPRAH

ff now he’s just SLAPPING THEM INTO THEIR HANDS omg. this is amazing

love how Katsuki is keeping an extra 1.5 meters of space in between him and the others because cooties. or something

anyways! I really want them all to read it actually so this is awesome! KACCHAN YOU ESPECIALLY. I want you to read it and then give it a disgusted 1 star review on goodreads. show me how much you’ve grown kiddo

lmaooo

Todoroki Shouto. god’s perfect idiot. bless this child. someone explained Occam’s razor to him one day, and he just sat there nodding like “yes that makes perfect sense” and proceeded to apply it to every fucking thing in his life from there on out. “what’s Hawks doing carrying around 10,000 copies of The Book of PLF and just handing them out to strangers like an old lady on Halloween? processing... processing... oh I see, he probably just REALLY LIKES THE BOOK how keen”

this is what Hawks is up against. this squad of certified morons with two whole brain cells shared among them on a good day. boy literally brought three backup secret messages just in case Endeavor was too dense to figure this out, only to watch these kids exclaim, with perfect sincerity, “GOSH, HAWKS MUST REALLY LIKE THIS BOOK, HUH”

and meanwhile the best Endeavor can do is “............something.......... feels.... off.......” fml. we’re all gonna die. Hawks, I’m sorry. you tried!! next time give Momo your secret message instead!

so now he says that he’s actually recommending this book to all of his acquaintances omg. don’t tell me this handsome canary is actually going around handing out books to every single person he knows?? all to cover up this one action of giving Endeavor the book with the secret message highlighted in it?? okay guys help me decide: is this brilliance or stupidity? like, what is even going on inside Hawks’s head. “I’ll just fly around handing out copies of Atlas Fucking Shrugged to everyone I meet. that’ll seem really natural”

I s2g Endeavor if you don’t follow up on this...! THE WORLD IS COUNTING ON YOU YOU BIG MEATHEAD. GET TO READIN’. MAKE LEVAR PROUD

and now Hawks is flying away with his hands in his pockets

godspeed you dramatically casual bastard

now Deku is all “you know, he’s not much older than us, but he really seems like he’s got his shit together!” which, yeah. don’t you hate that? the truth is though it’s all an act, and he’s actually just as screwed up as the rest of you! the moral is: never trust any 22-year-old who seems like they’ve got their shit together. because, no. he sits on a throne of lies

Endeavor are you actually being thoughtful??!

oh my god. we may actually have a chance here. praise be

now we are cutting to the Endeavor agency! guys, fucking look at this fucking ‘E’, though

ngl that shit is dope. I’m mad. I would buy his merch just for the logo and I hate that about myself

holy shit

the... flaming hot... oh my god

holy shit there’s so many of them

(ETA: hold up -- “Bakugou” and “Shouto”? this is a crucial detail here; they’re using Bakugou’s last name, but Shouto’s given name. so either they’re calling him Shouto because they know his pop, or -- more likely -- they’re calling him “Shouto” because that’s his hero name. in which case, “Bakugou” most likely also refers to “Bakugou” as in the hero name, not his actual name. meaning that still is his hero name. meaning he is still undecided. fucking... Katsuki. honey. why.

ffff and the new databook seems to support this too. instead of a hero name, Horikoshi just wrote “XXX” indicating he still hasn’t made up his mind. welp. looks like it’s back on that slow burn character development train, folks. maybe by the end of this arc, though? please? Horikoshi? Horikoshi damn it look at me.)

so this is how the number one operates, huh. meanwhile All Might only ever had one sidekick, and reluctantly at that. he really was so far out ahead of everyone else that he was basically untouchable. crazy

anyways, yes! they don’t know anything about anything so please teach them!

good grief this girl says Endeavor has over thirty sidekicks?? lmao and her name is “Burnin’.” please tell me the missing g is an actual part of her name please I need this

wow, Burnin’ really went and tried to pick a fight with my famously hot-tempered son knowing full well what his personality is like. and just look at him keeping his cool and firing back though

oh, Katsuki. [hair ruffle] he will thrive here

damn these guys are passionate

Endeavor seriously picked these people as his sidekicks? that Endeavor? they didn’t annoy the shit out of him?? that man is an enigma

btw can we all just stop here for a moment and give a shoutout to this horse-looking dude because. look at him. amazing. new fave

anyway so now the mummy-looking guy is explaining how they organize their shift schedule

so professional. this really is the big leagues

yoooooo my boy is FIRED UP. READY TO SAVE SOME BITCHES! YESSSSS WIN AND RESCUE LET’S DO THIS

LET’S FUCKING GOOOO omg I love him so much. Kacchan you need to cool it or I’m going to spend this whole fucking chapter ruffling your hair

(ETA: incidentally, here’s something I neglected to point out earlier: in spite of being a belligerent asshole in general, Katsuki for the most part is actually surprisingly respectful to most adults, especially heroes. so it’s interesting then that so far, this doesn’t seem to apply to Hawks. he almost seems to consider him another rival rather than another mentor/teacher-type figure to learn from. I wonder if this is because -- as Deku pointed out earlier this chapter -- Hawks is much closer to them in age than the other heroes. it’s interesting that that was pointed out -- and that in the very next panel Katsuki was grumbling about how Hawks pisses him off, at that.

anyway. this BakuHawks rivalry seems to be an established thing now, so I’m very curious to see how this develops.)

lol now Mummy Guy is all “that’s great! now we just need to wait for Endeavor to tell us what to do!” and Kacchan is like “WHAT”

I mean, he’s got a point lol. “we’re so busy!” “great let’s get to work!” “actually we don’t have any work yet!” like, what a fucking tease. don’t worry Kacchan, they’re just waiting to make sure they assign you boys a job that’s plot-related so we don’t waste any time

ahhh, and now we finally come to the moment we’ve all been waiting for! the part that apparently took four hours to translate! ENDEAVOR READING A BOOK

yeah he was acting like he had a freaking gun to his head. why don’t heroes have secret code phrases they can use to let each other know some weird fucking shit is up? or maybe they do, but since he’s being recorded and since PLF has some heroes on roster who probably know those same codes (looking at you, Slidin’), Hawks didn’t want to risk one of them figuring it out. that makes sense

ahhh, here we go

don’t tell me Caleb tried to translate this whole thing. though I gotta admit I am hella curious

anyway. so the rest of this page is Endeavor metaing about Hawks, and it’s some good stuff, ngl

he really is fond of him, huh. look at all those pictures. how many mental snapshots did you take of this kid smiling?? he’s so adopted it hurts

and look at the concern in that last panel! “why is he acting so weird, that’s not like him, I’ve got to get to the bottom of this.” damn, Hawks really did put his trust in the exact right person and it’s paying off

ENDEAVOR STOP MAKING THESE SOFT WORRIED FACES ABOUT HAWKS RIGHT THIS INSTANT I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THESE FEELS

god damn!! I don’t know why, but I continue to be surprised and impressed at how the character development of Endeavor is actually a subscribe and save deal and not just a one-time purchase. fucking look at Todoroki Enji, proud annual recipient of a different “world’s worst dad” mug every Father’s Day, actually caring enough about another human being to notice the subtle changes in his behavior and realize something is wrong. bruh. good for you!! human compassion is a damn good look for you, negl. fucking growth right here and I’m here for it

anyways, on to the hidden code!

and here are all of the highlighted portions for your code-breaking pleasure

fucking feel like I’m reading Detective Conan right now. yeesh

oooh!

BINGPOT LOOOOOL WHY DID I GET SO EXCITED OKAY LET ME GO BACK AND READ!

“the” “enemy” “liberation” “army” ahhhhhh! HAWKS YOU SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH. GOOD JOB ENDEAVOR!

and now we’re cutting back to Hawks, nooooo I wanted to see Endeavor’s reaction! come on!

lmao although it’s worth it to see Hawks mentally roasting Endeavor exactly like I was mere pages ago omg

his fucking face omg. that’s right Hawks, he’s not the brightest crayon in the box. not the sharpest tack in the bulletin board. he’s a few fries short of a happy meal. the elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top floor

but give him some credit, though! because he did figure it out! not necessarily because he was clever, but because he knows you!

oh shit lol

OH SO YOU PLANNED THAT PART TOO. WELL OKAY THEN

goddamn. he really is a clever bastard. and okay but in all seriousness, I fucking love that he has enough faith in this weird connection between them that out of all the ploys he could have gone with, this is what he chose. he seriously put all his eggs in the “Endeavor will figure it out from my face” basket. and it fucking paid off. this is awesome

AHHHHHHHHHHHH HERE WE GO

LOOK AT HIS EYE OH MY GOD. YOU CAN SEE THE EXACT MOMENT WHEN HE REALIZES HOW SCREWED THEY ALL ARE, YES, FUCK, THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR OH GOD

and we’re cutting back to Hawks again! I’ll just assume the rest of his message went something like “we” “are” “boned” and Endeavor’s face was like :o

BACK AT THE OL’ VILLAIN HOTEL!!!

LOL WHAT IS THIS

THEY HAVE A FUCKING COUNCIL NOW

whose seat is that over on the left? Hawks’s? is Gigantomachia actually wearing a shirt?? AND SHOW US TOMURA’S FACE HORIKOSHI YOU COWARD

lmao oh my god are they really buying this shit

look at him. so trustworthy. nothing to suspect over here! just a 100% sincere born-again villain committed to the cause!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NOOOOOO MY BABIES ARE EXPOSED. HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER PROTECT THEM I SWEAR TO GOD!!!

wow is the whole conversation just shifting over to the topic of Deku now, seriously?

oh my god oh my god oh my god. like. it’s been so long since the forest lodge and Kamino that I almost forgot that the League already knows these kids. they did fight Deku and Shouto briefly in the woods, and then they had an extended fight against Katsuki later on, although Dabi was unconscious for that part. anyways, shit. just like that they’re on their radar again I’m getting chills omgggg

(ETA: at least they’re underestimating them, though. “looks like he hasn’t gotten much stronger.” boy have you not heard about his bloop? that bloop will fuck you up just you wait!)

so now have some weird panels of Hawks walking through a door

(ETA: ohhhh you can see the door closing on the tip of his wing close-up! sneaky!)

ooh! wtf are you serious he can use his feathers to eavesdrop?!

(ETA: it only just clicked on my second read-through that Spinner of all people appears to be the mastermind behind this plan? like, am I reading this right? is he Tomura’s second-in-command now or what? damn, boy, good for you.)

okay, question. if he could do this the entire time, why did they even need him to pretend to join the League at all? I guess you never know when having a man on the inside who can possibly influence their decision-making will come in handy. but still, it seems to me like he could have easily done the spying bit without ever having to join up. ehhh but I guess there’s probably a range limit, and too much risk of the feathers getting caught and destroyed... eh, fine. I’ll allow it

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT EXCUSE ME WHAT?????

AND OF COURSE THAT’S THE END OF THE CHAPTER, LOL, FUCK. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO STAND IN A CORNER AND SCREAM

lol “danger lurks” fucking you think?? what the hell! so they have an actual plan already, with the details outlined to the extent that they actually have a freaking timetable and everything? and the Liberation Army is on board with this whole thing too? the “destroying everything” part and all? this is too much to process all at once fuck me I can’t

okay! so four months from now is also when the kids will enter their second year! so that means Shinsou can get in on this action too. I’m trying to think of other significant plot things this could potentially imply, but none are coming to mind right now, other than it’ll be the anniversary of USJ. but that’s basically it. -- oh, wait, this also means that there’ll be a new first-year class of students at U.A. too! so that could be interesting. some potential new characters, and a chance for Deku and the others to be senpais. incidentally, to the best of my knowledge the kids will all stay in the same class and Aizawa will continue to be their homeroom teacher in year two. so nothing will change really aside from them becoming 2-A rather than 1-A. and Shinsou joining them, as mentioned. omg

anyway! let me see, any other stray thoughts before I wrap this up? I guess it’s worth noting that Toga’s eye is fine. the League has healed up pretty nicely in general actually. like, that’s seriously impressive for a group that doesn’t have Recovery Girl on staff. how long has it even been since Deika? a few weeks? this is almost ridiculous

and the “boom” -- is that literal? like they’re actually planning to blow everything up? or is that a metaphorical boom. fucking what kind of plan did they come up with where they actually think they can destroy THE ENTIRETY OF JAPAN all at once? is there a doomsday device?? what exactly is this “power” they’re talking about? HAWKS WHY DIDN’T YOU PUT THAT IN YOUR STUPID MESSAGE YOU BOOB

hahaha. anyways. it came down to the last two pages, but that certainly was a reveal worthy of all the hype. to sum: yikes

[psyga315]

Rewriting a Mykan fanfic: Hate of the Sea

I don’t have a hatred towards Dakari King Mykan and I don’t think he’d want any pity. When he isn’t guided by biases or how he wanted something to end, he can write decent stories. No blockbusters but definitely not bad.

However, that’s the problem with Mykan. He views life in a way that’s so cynical, that even I, a guy who has quite a lot of cynical fanfics up his sleeve (including some rewrites that are darker than the shows they try to fix), reel in disgust. Mykan is a guy who goes out of his way to make a character from My Little Pony have a miscarriage because he didn’t like how she represents love. And that was just the one of two options people got to vote for. The other was killing off her husband for that exact same reason. The lightest story he wrote that I read was about a down-on-his-luck character-of-the-week from Inuyasha ends up getting together with the woman he loved.

So, I decided to use my slightly optimistic approach to stories to write up an alternate take on Mykan’s story: Hate of the Sea, a Little Mermaid fanfic where Mykan’s intent was to give Ariel and Melody a lesson about the real world, that not everything has a happy ever after ending… And I’m not sure if he’s read up on how the original Little Mermaid ended.

First off, let’s change that theme. We’ll still teach Ariel and Melody a lesson about the real world, but a lot less cynical: the cycle of revenge. Yes, yes, roll your eyes, but before Neil Druckmann destroyed that message to hell and back (along with some unpaid employees), the tale of someone wanting revenge and the pain of actually going through with it is an interesting tale that has multiple outcomes depending on your outlook. Do you want to be a cynic and show how revenge can make someone as ugly as the person who wronged them in the first place? An optimist who wants to show a more peace filled solution to the conflict? Someone who just wants someone to say “payback is a bitch” and leave it at that? Or are you a middle-of-the-road guy who observes the theme and stretches it out to its logical conclusion?

And, best part is, the ground work is already laid out for us. If you can, read Hate of the Sea to see what I’m talking about. You’ll get a better idea of where I’m going with this. For now, though, let’s start at the beginning. Things stay relatively the same, with a throwaway line about how Tip and Dash, Melody’s sidekicks in Little Mermaid 2, returned to the arctic because it’s summer time. The immediate change will be Count Aquis’s minions: Electricon and Angelicon.

A slight change though, making them more mystical than the sudden technological shift, to better tie in with the mythos of the Little Mermaid, so no piranha missiles. Also, I’d probably rename them because they’re honestly generic (and would be better for Transformer faction names anyways) but the best I can think of is Eelektross for Electricon and I think that’s already taken. Think I’ll go with Uma for the Angel monster and Leech for the Eel.

The biggest change, though, comes in Count Aquis. I’ll give more details later, but the long story short of it is that he’s looking for Melody. We don’t know this at first, instead having him vaguely saying “where is she” and giving the wrong memo that he meant Ariel. The group is successful in sacking a town and capturing mermaids. They leave the mermen and other sea creatures be. Upon seeing Triton, he has it out for him and tries to kill him, only for Flounder to take the blow.

Flounder retreats to the surface to warn Ariel of her impending danger while Triton faces Aquis off, leaving his fate unknown. Melody’s interactions with Samuel stays the same. Scuttle comes by later that night to deliver an injured Flounder who warns that there’s a terrible threat in the ocean that’s looking for Ariel. The first conclusion they reach is that it’s someone with a connection to Ursula, given the last person who gave them trouble was her sister, but Flounder gives them a description of the man and even says how his hate seems to know no bounds… He then passes away, signifying that this is serious business. Ariel mourns for her closest friend as Eric and Melody comfort her.

Cut to Aquis, where I don’t change a lot of what happens. I think increase the bickering between Leech and Uma and showcase their characteristics a bit more. I kinda see a Sidorak and Roodaka (from Bionicle) relationship between them where Leech is the brawn who thinks he’s top of the world and Uma is the brains who seeks Aquis’s sole approval, though that’s probably because I recently seen a review of Web of Shadows and thought Roodaka was a cool villain. That or increase the Jindrax/Toxica relation and have them bicker, yes, but still show how much of good friends they are.

Either way, Aquis cares not. He wants Melody no matter what. We also see his sea-mutants, horrific mishmashes of sea creatures (If you played Impossible Creatures, you’ll have some idea of what I mean), and how little he cares of them, as he eats a shrimp-jellyfish hybrid right in front of Leech and Uma to emphasize what kind of punishment they would receive should they fail him. They go on their way as Aquis looks at the amulet he has… and cries.

As before, Melody’s interactions with Samuel are the same, but Samuel’s discussion about his master is changed. Instead, he reveals that he was adopted by a person and is considered to be a father to him. Basically, he doesn’t have the “used to be a street rat until Aquis found me and paid me to do his dirty work”. This adds a little more mystery to who the “Surface Agent” is. Another thing to note is that Samuel was orphaned as a baby in a shipwreck and, eerily enough, he’s about a year or so older than Melody, which causes the people who’ve seen the Little Mermaid to go “ooooooooh nooooo…”

Instead of coming across Leech and Uma, Samuel comes across a new person: Professor Aquarius, his adoptive father. At first, Samuel is excited about the new girl he met and how he’s in love. Aquarius seems to be proud of him until he says that her name is Melody. Aquarius then scowls, but doesn’t say anything. Last thing he wants is to invoke Romeo and Juliet on his son. Instead, he encourages him to keep hanging out with Melody, even giving him a pat on the back, which turns out to be a leech-dolphin hybrid that latches onto the nape of his neck and emits sonar for him to sense.

To confirm who he is, Aquarius feels his skin drying up as he gasps for air. He then runs to an already filled tub and slams his head into it, his face shedding any human features in trade for the more ferocious looking face of Count Aquis. The next chapter opens with Aquis returning to his lair, with Uma asking if he managed to find the girl. He says yes, but they need to wait for the right time. Uma asks if Aquis loves the surface so much that he would abandon his mission. She sings a song to the tune of the Reversed Song of Healing (The notes will be reversed, meaning it’d be preformed without the song actually going backwards, if that makes sense) that reminds him of years gone by.

At this same time, this is where we get the info dump on who Professor Aquarius was from Eric, who learned of him when he was a kid. While Aquarius was denounced as a madman for concluding his research in intelligent life in the sea with “there’s mermaids!”, he managed to hook up with an idealist whose mind was wide open and they went sailing in search for the mermaids, vowing to find a way to live underwater so that drowning wouldn’t be a fate.

However, as Eric says how they disappeared off the face of the earth, the song becomes a harsh, oceanic operetta where we see a flashback to Aquarius and his wife, who is holding a newly born baby, braving through a storm. Flashes of lightning shows a silhouette of a figure emerging from the water with a strong glow. Then, lightning hits the ship, destroying it and separating Aquarius from his wife and daughter. We see the wife land, only to see the mast fall on top of her (with that traditional Disney cut away to show Aquarius’s reaction). The baby ends up being swept in the sea as Aquarius falls ever deeper in the midnight sea…

It then cuts to Aquis’s crying face as he wipes his tears. Uma lets Aquis mourn in peace and solidify his feelings for revenge. She then goes to Leech, who is annoyed and asks “how much longer do we need to put up with that crybaby?” To which she responds: “patience, he’ll get what we need soon enough and then…”, and, as a cruel call back, she too eats a shrimp-jellyfish to show what she means. They then hear metal break and they go to investigate it.

Eric decides to break the tension by asking Melody how the date went, much to her embarrassment. However, before they could discuss any further, they hear a cry for help and immediately go despite the clear warning against going into the sea. There, they see a woman trying to escape the clutches of Leech and Uma. Ariel and Melody manage to get them away, with Sebastian having in on the action.

“Dat one’z for Flounda, ye beeches!” as he snips on Leech’s tail.

They rescue the woman and bring her to safety. They find out her name is Atta and that she was imprisoned with members of a resistance force who had been fighting Aquis for twenty years. She explains more about who Aquis is and why he didn’t intervene during Little Mermaids 1, 2, 3, and the show (long story short, the resistance kept Aquis busy and his goals would conflict with the Octo-sisters and Marina anyways), and also tells Ariel that Triton’s alive and is recovering at her place. Ariel wants to go, but Eric tries to stop her, saying that they barely made it out of fighting Leech and Uma alive and that it would be safer if they remained on dry land.

Melody, however, insists. Samuel gets involved as well, and he joins the party. Instead of a pill that turns Eric and Samuel into the N64 Zora, it’d be a magic amulet that Triton had been crafting ever since Melody destroyed the wall and reunited humanity with mermanity. Atta leads them to the resistance HQ known as Sanctuary and red flags blare up when she insists no one tell anyone where it is.

Triton and Ariel reunite, though not without bringing up how Flounder died. Triton is a bit remorseful, but we don’t know why. Likewise, Samuel looks to be intimidated by Triton’s presence, something that Melody notices. She just assumes it’s because Triton has a six pack or some other silly reason. Triton then explains what he knows of Aquis, or rather, his master, Oceanus.

Oceanus was a Titan who dueled with Triton’s father, Poseidon and the battle rendered the seas blood red (hence the Red Sea) and they had no means to defeat Oceanus. So, they used a planetary alignment of every planet up to Saturn to open up a gate to Tartarus and seal Oceanus up. Keen-eyed viewers will note that the bars have been broken and they had to fix it, reflecting how this took place after Hercules.

As far as Triton’s concerned, Oceanus is still sealed up, but he has an idea on who Aquis is… He says that he might be Oceanus’s prophet. Someone who lives only to serve Oceanus. Later on, Melody and Samuel chat and while Samuel doesn’t say much, what he does say solidifies their love for each other. As Melody goes to talk with her parents, Uma and Leech tell him that he needs to break the barrier. As Samuel refuses, the leech begins to dig deep into his neck and the blood begins to attract sharks. Uma reveals through this that she’s the one who is able to mutate the creatures to be hybrids. Leech wraps himself around Samuel and tells him flat out that if he doesn’t do as they say, he’s dead.

Samuel is forced to go to his chagrin. Meanwhile, Atta talks with Ariel about the struggles of being a mother, to which Atta replies that she has no family, or any memory of one. All she does is serve the resistance. Up to the betrayal, it plays out normally. The only change would be Samuel trying to say why he was afraid of Triton, only for Aquis emerges to capture Melody. She begs Samuel to help her, but Samuel frowns.

“You did well, son.” Aquis pats Samuel on the back and tells Melody that he was the one who rescued him from the storm. When Melody asks if he’s lying, Samuel confirms, then grips his fists.

“This was all… for what your grandfather took from me that night!” Samuel said as Melody is knocked unconscious. She then wakes up in a cell where Samuel sees her as they have a rather sad duet about how Samuel could never be part of any world, not because he backstabs people, but because he does it out of the hatred in his heart. Out of spite. The sad thing is, he’s painfully aware of it and knows that what he has to do next will destroy his bond with Melody: avenge his parents by killing Triton.

Back at the Sanctuary, it gets invaded by Leech and Uma in an attempt to crush them. They succeed and take them prisoner, including Ariel and co. Samuel awaits in a chamber with Aquis and asks why they must harm Melody. Aquis then explains how Melody is a product of true love and that destroying it would cause even the cosmos to despair and lend its energy to Oceanus. Samuel frowns before Aquis reminds him that Triton brought this onto himself.

Because Eric is captured too, we cut a large chunk out that I felt was unneeded. So, Eric wakes up with the rest as Aquis comes in. This is the first time he sees Aquis. He also sees Melody on an altar and puts two and two together, demanding that Aquis lets her go and even offering to take her place. Aquis wants none of this and seaweeds his mouth shut. He then explains that he’ll sacrifice Melody to Oceanus and destroy the entire sea level. Eric bites through the seaweed and demands to know who Aquis is.

Aquis takes off his mask as we see a gillman version of Aquarius with pointed teeth. They all retch at his form, even Samuel, as he explains that he would have died during the storm if it wasn’t for Oceanus offering a helping hand. In trade for servitude, Oceanus would give him the means to conduct revenge. He then forces Triton to confess. Triton frowns and we get another view of that operetta where we see the man with the glowing power was actually Triton.

Ariel wonders why he would do such a thing, to which Triton confessed that he was grieving for Athena, his wife, and wanted revenge and so killed any humans who would dare swim over Alantica. He mellowed out when Ariel met Eric, obviously, but that’s when Samuel calls him out. This is the first time Eric and Ariel see Samuel on the villain’s side, but as soon as he brings up his pain, they understand.

“ADMIT IT! YOU KILLED MY PARENTS TOO! YOUR XENOPHOBIC FERVOR RUINED MY LIFE!” Samuel cries out.

“… Yes… I did it. It’s all my fault. I’m the reason your parents are killed… Please, if it satisfies you… Kill me instead. Oceanus would be pleased to know the blood of Poseidon’s only son will sate his thirst than a granddaughter.” He accepts his fate…

But Aquis wants none of it. He tells Samuel to kill Melody and let her blood attract Oceanus out of prison while the eclipse is about to begin. Samuel looks over Melody, who defiantly stares at him, as though goading him to do it. Samuel cries and says “I’m sorry”…

Before impaling Aquis with his dagger. He says that he’ll take up Triton’s offer and frees Melody. Melody, however, attacks Samuel and the two struggle over the dagger. Ariel is moved to tears at seeing what would have been lovers driven to try and kill each other. We’re not gonna make it too violent, just grabbing each other and tussling around.

Uma and Leech come in to Aquis’s aid, or rather, to kill the mermen (and Eric), but as soon as Uma sees Ariel, she takes the time to gloat about how her happily ever after will be a happily never after. Melody warns Ariel of her mutant controlling powers and Eric manages to deck her in the face. Triton recognizes Uma’s witchery and calls her out for learning under Ursula. Uma laughs… Ursula isn’t her teacher. She’s her mother.

Eric’s like “let me guess, you want revenge too?”, but then she laughs. She never knew her mother personally and in order to have hate, you would need to know what love is. She only wants to bring Oceanus back so that she can do what her family failed to do long ago: rule the ocean. While this is going on, Melody gets the upper hand and holds the dagger over Samuel’s neck… She struggles… then drops the dagger and cries. She doesn’t want to kill her first love. She lets Samuel go after tossing the dagger away and Samuel has no idea what to do…

He then sees Uma approach the trident that had been locked up and takes it for herself, smiling at the fact that she’ll be the third member of her family to wield the power to shape the oceans as she sees fit… As she uses it to cause lightning storms, Samuel has flashbacks to when he was a baby. His family was caught in a rough storm and one thing he remembers was a large silhouette of a creature with many tendrils holding the Trident.

Those same tendrils emerge from Uma as she uses the Trident. He began to draw his conclusion and, in a rage, tackles Uma to the ground, knocking her and causing the Trident to hit Leech. Leech has a dumb muscle moment where he goes “I don’t feel so good…” before fading away. Uma sees Leech disappear and is distraught. She then glares at Samuel and tries to kill him, only for his fist to punch her face.

“YOU DID IT?! DIDN’T YOU!? YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!” Samuel shouted. Melody pulls him away as Uma gets up. Now she’s lusting for revenge. Aquis, however, gets up and is armed with the Trident. Samuel quickly breaks the group out and now we get a free-for-all, but, without the trident, they can’t win. Atta gets close to killing him… But then notices something familiar. She remembers a man over her crib, singing a lullaby version of Under The Sea. The man? Aquarius.

“Dad?” She asks. Aquarius is confused… She then recites the song. Sebastian just gives the dude the stink eye and goes “dood, ya reep aff mah sheet, mon?” Aquarius remembers his own daughter and holds her tightly. Atta then remembers what happened that night. As she sank to the ocean, Triton managed to save her life and, believing her life would be better off as a mermaid, turned her into one.

Aquarius is both mad and glad at Triton for saving his daughter. He had no idea how to react… Nor will he have the chance as Uma claws into Aquarius.

“You took away the one thing I cherished in this cesspool of an ocean… Now… I take away your lives!” She then causes him to bleed profusely, the blood being used to summon Oceanus. Oceanus takes over the body of Aquis and he has a tentaclelike aura kinda like Ashitaka’s arm from Princess Mononoke, just to emphasize the theme of hate. And, like before, Oceanus eats Uma to boost his powers.

The final battle commences like normal, except that Aquarius’s actions are “be a monster”. Samuel and Melody manage to impale the possessed Aquis and, as Oceanus began to retreat, Triton zaps him with the Trident, rendering the weakened Titan into nothing but sea foam. The oceans are returned to normal.

The final chapter is where things are completely different. Aquarius lays dying from his wound. Triton approaches Aquarius and apologizes for his crimes. Aquarius smiles and says how he managed to do good in his xenophobic rage… He then pleads to Triton to take care of Atta for him before he dies. Atta grieves for her father, but doesn’t let it turn into rage. She instead asks Triton to make her a human so that she could live where her father once lived, to be a part of his world.

He complies, makes her human, and then goes to Samuel, who feels conflicted with the whole ordeal, asking Triton what actually happened that night. Triton mentions Uma’s mother, Ursula, and how she terrorized the ocean for a brief while. As far as he was concerned, the ship he was on was completely wrecked and there were no survivors. When he said it was his fault, he refers to how she managed to get the Trident in the first place: through manipulating Ariel who had been criminally neglected. Samuel looks over to Aquarius and mourns him, saying how he was a father when he had none and now that he’s gone, there’s nothing left to look forward to.

Atta offers a home with her, saying they’ll pick up the pieces together. Samuel jumps on the offer, then goes to Melody, apologizing for the betrayal and nearly killing her grandfather. She does the one thing he has no idea how to react to: She forgives him. She forgives Aquis. And like that, the cycle of revenge ends… But… For someone who all their life had knew nothing but hate of the sea… That’s not enough.

He apologizes to Melody, but even though he’s forgiven by her, he still can’t forgive himself, especially with his feelings towards Triton not going away any time soon. So, he departs with Atta, much to Melody’s sadness, but the overall note is that, once he’s gotten over himself, he’ll reunite with her, as we see a year later where he return to Melody, a better man now.

We end with the two sharing a kiss as we zoom out to the ocean, ending the Little Mermaid 4: Hate of the Sea and the overall moral being that revenge is a painful cycle and it only ends with forgiveness.

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Fated - 1/8

Description: You’re a rogue werewolf, a bounty hunter. It’s not the most glamourous life, but it keeps you paid well and entertained. But when a long time acquaintance resurfaces with a mission, and a lot of money to throw around, you finally relent and take the job from him. And then things get crazy when you stumble upon your Fated Mate along the way.

Masterlist HERE.

Word Count: 4,070 ish.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Werewolf!Reader.

Rating: PG.

Warnings: Curse words. Sassy comments. Depictions of fight scenes and fighting, the same as canon stuffs. Maybe more to come. Who really knows with me!

Requested: Yes, this was a request from the lovely, @saturngirlz ! She asked for a Steve x Werewolf!Reader one shot, where the reader works with the Avengers. And me, being my long winded self, decided a one shot just wouldn’t be long enough for the idea I had. Soooo instead I’m making it a (semi) Mini Series. Yay me! Hahaha crap. But anywho, here’s part one! Hope you like it girly!!

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

I was going to post this tomorrow, July 30th. But as I just hit 400 followers!!! Eek!! I decided to post it today for you all instead, as my sort of celebration for hitting that milestone! I probably won’t be updating this as quickly as L&W, as I need to focus on that series for now. But I’ll have a new part at least weekly, if not two times a week. So I hope you all enjoy this fun little drama fluff series!

Also, FYI, only the reader can hear her wolf talking in her head. Just so you know moving forward!

You hastily pull your clothes back on, standing alone, hidden in the shadows of the tall trees. It was the middle of the night, and you were near the edge of a dense forested area. A small cabin sat about 100 yards from where you stood, in a small clearing within the woods. You had just used your wolf to track down your current target, or your next ‘payday,’ as you liked to call them.

You zip up your black skinny jeans and then pull on your black leather jacket, yanking your hair out of it and letting it fall down your back. You lace up your combat boots, then put your hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face.

You reach down for your specially made backpack, the one that you could put on before a shift and it would stretch to turn into a harness, of sorts, on your wolf's back. It was the only way to keep clothes and other necessities on you while shifted. The bag which now just sat limply, on the ground near your feet, not having your clothes in it anymore to fatten it up.

You pull your gun from the bag now, checking that it is in fact loaded and ready to go, then tuck it into the back waistband of your jeans, pulling the bottom of your leather jacket down to conceal it.

Then lastly, you grab your stun gun and cuffs, tucking them into the deep, specially altered pockets of your jacket, and then you zip up your bag and tuck it behind a large tree, in between some foliage. Concealing it from anyone who may wander by, not that you expected anyone to way out here, but best to be safe instead of sorry. And all that jazz.

You survey the area, honing your amazing heightened senses on the cabin. Listening for any movement or voices. Looking for any shifting of lights or shadows. Smelling for any occupants or guard animals. You are so focused on the cabin that you don’t pay much attention to anything around you, not that you really have anything to fear out here. You are not a weak wolf, not even in the slightest.

You had once been a fearsome warrior in your old pack, you’d been there top defender. You’d basically been the head of any and all military ops—well besides your Alpha that is. He was the true head of it all, but you were basically his second command. Not of the pack though. You weren’t a Beta. You were just his go to on anything rogue related.

You laugh sardonically at that last thought. You used to go up against rogues, kill them mercilessly to protect your pack, your Alpha’s territory.

‘We were the best of the best,’ your wolf adds smugly in your mind.

And you nod, agreeing with her. You were the best of the best. But now, now you were a rogue yourself. A strong, independent, law abiding rogue, but still a rogue nonetheless. You were glared down at, as if you were the scum of the earth. Judged and disrespected by any and all pack affiliated wolves. Solely because you were rogue, solely because you’d left your pack. They all assumed you either betrayed your pack and had been kicked out. Or you’d been a weak misfit and left on your own, due to not being able to handle pack life.

But both of those couldn’t be further from the truth. You weren’t kicked out, and you didn’t just walk away willy nilly from your family, your life, your responsibilities, for nothing. No, you’d left because you had to. You couldn’t just sit there and allow that piece of shit to control you, to boss you around. He wasn’t your Alpha, regardless of if he technically was or not, he didn’t deserve your respect. Not after what he’d done. Not after he’d planned a coo, betrayed your True Alpha and then killed him so he could take his title. So no, he was no Alpha to you, he was just a rogue in disguise.

‘Grrrrr,’ she growls lowly in your head at that last thought.

But you just ignore her and focus back on what you were thinking about. So a week after all that happened, you packed your bags and left. Minding the territory lines as best you could, and sticking to the neutral areas as much as possible. Entering another Alpha’s territory without permission was a death sentence, especially if you smelled like a rogue. So when you absolutely had to enter one’s land, you did so carefully, cautiously and only at night.

The wind shifting directions blows a few strands free from your ponytail, but also sends a new, foreign smell up your nose. You tense up momentarily, taking a deep whiff and instantly you recognize the scent. Without taking your eyes off the cabin you speak to the person, the one you know is now behind you. “Did you enjoy the show?”

‘He better say yes, or I’ll eat him.’

You smirk to yourself at her comment, as a deep chuckle sounds behind you. “I didn’t see the show, actually. Figured you’d want a little privacy, so I hung back till you were dressed.”

“Ah, gotcha,” you nod, then shrug, “wouldn’t have bothered me any. I’m completely accustomed to being naked in front of others, it sort of comes with the territory of being a wolf. Ya know, what with shifting and all. I really only wear clothes because you lot dislike nudity so damn much.”

‘Humans are so weird,’ she mutters, shaking her head.

“That we do,” he agrees. “Do you have a minute to chat?”

“Not exactly,” you sigh, finally turning to face the man. “What do you want, Fury? I’m kinda in the middle of a big payday job here. If you hadn’t noticed.”

“I have an offer for you.”

‘We don’t care,’ she growls and you shush her in your head, telling her to ‘zip it.’

“Of course you do,” you roll your eyes. “I thought I made it pretty clear last time, that I wasn’t interested in joining your little Revengers, or whatever. Not my style. I work alone.”

“Avengers,” he corrects. “And we aren’t looking to recruit you this time. We just need help finding a bad guy, think of yourself like a freelance agent. Paid upon completion.”

“You couldn’t afford me,” you scoff, turning back around. “I’m not interested, Nic. So piss off quietly, would ya? I still got a job to do here, and I’ll be out for blood if you tip off my target, making a bunch of noise leaving. You humans are just so damn loud all the time.”

“I managed to sneak up on you,” he comments smugly.

‘Kill him. Kill him now!’ She urges, wanting to break through and rip him to shreds for his stupid comment. She doesn’t like being one upped by anyone, let alone by a fucking human.

“Lucky break,” you retort, through your clenched teeth. You aren’t exactly a big fan of being one upped either. “I was distracted, but it won’t happen again.”

“Sure, sure,” he says flippantly, and you can just sense the smug look on his face. And now you have to fight the urge to spin around and rip him to shreds. “I’ll leave you be, for now, Y/N. But you’ll be seeing me again very soon.”

‘He better hope the fuck not. We won’t be as friendly the next time around.’

You snicker quietly to yourself at your wolf’s sassiness, but wave Fury off dismissively. Your human focus entirely on the cabin once again, “yeah, yeah, whatever, Emilio Largo. Just go away already.”

‘Who the hell is Emilio Largo?’ She asks, confused, at the exact same time that you hear Fury’s deep chuckle behind you. You choose to ignore him and hope he actually leaves.

‘You know, the James Bond villain. The one with the eye patch, from Thunderball?’ You reply to your wolf in your head, just in case Fury is still lingering.

‘Nope, can’t say I know that one,’ she snarks, shaking her head.

‘We’ve watched it before,’ you point out.

‘Well then it obviously sucked as I clearly slept through it. So pick a more relevant one next time.’

‘Fine, fine,’ you huff. ‘Anything for you, you uncultured swine.’

A snort escapes you when you hear her growl menacingly, in response to what you’d just called her. Like you’d be afraid of the wolf in your mind, anything she does to you, she also does to herself. You hesitantly glance over your shoulder to ensure Fury is actually gone now. Noticing instantly that he is.

‘I really don’t fucking like him.’

“Yeah, I gathered as much,” you chuckle and then turn to face forward again. No more distractions, it’s time to get your head back in the game. You have a job to do here, a target to successfully apprehend. You aren’t the best bounty hunter in America for no reason, after all.

So what if you sort of cheated to get that title. If you used your wolf’s heightened senses. They were technically yours as well. And as most humans had no idea werewolves even existed, most just assumed you were that damn good. Which was also true, you were, you just also had a slight advantage over other bounty hunters. Over the humans.

You step out of the shadows of the large trees and make your way, quietly, towards the cabin. Whelp, here goes another take down.

You slowly trudge up the stairs to your 3rd floor walk up, you’d successfully apprehended your guy. Some idiot who tried to bail on his bond and hide out in the woods. Unbeknownst to him though, you were at your best in the woods. But he figured that out pretty damn quick, when he tried to flee out the back door of the cabin, 2 seconds after you’d knocked on the front door.

So after a short, but exhilarating chase, which is your favourite part of the job might you add, you’d caught and cuffed him. And all while still in your human form, you hadn’t even needed to shift into your wolf. The guy was just that slow.

Once he was fully apprehend, and was hogtied on the ground, you’d called the local police department to come pick him up. And once you’d handed him off to the authorities you walked back into the woods to retrieve your backpack. Telling the cops you didn’t need a ride back to town, as your truck was parked a few hundred feet into the woods, on a service road—one that did actually exist, there was just no truck parked on it currently.

Once the cops were gone, you stripped down, crammed your clothes into your backpack and then shifted. Allowing your wolf a chance to come out and run off all her adrenaline from the earlier chase. She ran you both all the way to the outskirts of the forest, a few miles away, and to where you’d actually parked your truck. Then it was a 3 hour drive home from there.

You reach your apartment door and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Something isn’t right, something is off. You tense up and raise your head a little, sniffing the air around your door. But then the same foreign smell from before hits you and you sigh.

‘Now can we kill him?’ She growls, pacing in your head.

‘No, stop being so damn dramatic,’ you roll your eyes, pulling out your keys to unlock your, clearly useless, padlock. You enter into your dark apartment, as if nothing is amiss. You flick on the hallway light and then head into your kitchen, the dining and living space all part of the same area in your apartment.

You wander over to the fridge, grabbing a beer and removing the cap with your teeth, before spitting the cap towards your garbage can in the corner. Getting it in on the first try, obviously—note the sarcasm. You glare at the cap on the ground for a second—the same cap that very much, did not, just go into the garbage can like you’d attempted.

Then you turn your eyes to your dark living room, seeing Fury sitting in your armchair. A human wouldn’t have been able to see him, but you with your heightened night vision can see him, clear as day.

“Ah, Mad Eye Moody. So good to see you again, it’s been so long.” You take a sip of your beer and make your way towards him. “I’d welcome you to my apartment, but I can see that won’t be necessary,” you shake your head and gesture to him, “as you’ve clearly already made yourself at home.”

‘Better?’ You ask your wolf in your head. Referring to the name you’d just called Fury.

‘Much, much better,’ she nods, happily. You roll your eyes fondly as you take another sip of your beer, how easily amused she always is.

“I did warn you,” he points out, shrugging nonchalantly. “I told you that you’d be seeing me again very soon.”

“I figured you meant in like a week or so,” you shake your head. “Not a couple of hours.”

He stands from the armchair, “this isn’t an ordinary mission. We are on a bit of a time crunch here, and need this to be handled hastily but efficiently. That’s where you come in.”

‘No the fuck we don’t,’ your wolf growls, and you shush her once again.

“Like I’ve said before, you couldn’t afford me.”

“Well, how much do you normally make on a job? I’m sure we can double it.”

“You still got that Stark guy funding your little boy scouts team? What was his name,” you say as you tap a finger on your chin. “Tyler? no. Trevor? mmm, doesn’t sound right.” You snap your fingers in a ‘got it’ kind of way, “no! Tom!”

“Tony,” he corrects flatly, looking supremely unamused. Though he always sort of looks like that, at least from what you’ve seen of the man anyways. “And yes, he is still funding the Avengers,” he also corrects. Again.

“Tony!” you throw your hands up in an ‘argh’ type of way. “Shit, I was so close!”

“Mhmm,” he hums, shaking his head. “So, what will it take to get you on this job? Name a price.”

“I’ll warn you, I don’t come cheap, and my price juuuuust tripled. Ya know, inflation and demand, and all that,” you wave a dismissive hand and shrug. “It’s now 3 million,” you tell him, then put the beer bottle to your lips and finish it off. And once you have, you place the bottle down on your coffee table, a smirk on your lips as you raise a questioning brow at him, “so still interested, Xander Harris?”

“Xander Harris?” He repeats raising his brow in return.

“Ya know, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” You question but his face stays unchanged, no recognition on it whatsoever. You shake your head, muttering to yourself, “wasting all my good material on utter swines.”

‘I am not a swine,” your wolf growls. ‘And I’ll have you know, I actually got that one,’ she says proudly, a wide grin on her snout.

You sigh deeply and wave a dismissive hand, “never mind, not really important. My price is 3 mill, take it or leave it.”

“Pack your bags,” he says moving towards your front door. “We leave in 20.”

“You’re not really in any place to order—“ the sound of your front door closing cuts off your words. You huff, “so fucking rude.”

‘I still say we eat him.’

“I may be slowly getting on board with that idea,” you chuckle and then head towards your room, you’d now take 30 minutes to pack, just to spite him. It’s not like he’d leave without you, not when he is, so clearly, desperate for you to be on this mission. You laugh a little more, shaking your head as you enter your room, and get to packing.

You plop down into the passenger seat, throwing your fully stocked duffle bag into the back seat then slam your door shut.

“34 minutes,” Fury comments as he starts the car, you glance over at him, but don’t say a word. You know exactly what he is referring to, you just don’t care. He sighs, “we’ll have to work on your response times.”

You smirk, “be happy it was only 34 minutes. Had I needed to put together any fancy outfits, it would have taken much, much longer.” You shrug, “you know how it is. Silly women and their desperate need to always pick the right heels for every dress.”

“Mhmm,” he hums disinterestedly, as he pulls out on the main road. “We’ll be at the tower in half an hour.”

“Sounds good, Patchy,” you nod and turn to glance out the window, watching all the buildings and skyscrapers as they wiz by. The reference to Patchy the Pirate from Spongebob instantly puts that damn theme song in your head. But then an idea comes to mind.

‘Do it, do it now! It will totally piss him off!’ Your wolf urges you, always the Devil on your shoulder.

You snicker then begin softly, slowly gaining volume as you continue on, “Who lives in a tower above New York city? Nich-olas Fur-yyyy.

Boorish and cranky and human is he. Nicholas Fur-yyyyy.

If a tactical death be something you wish. Nicholas Fuuuurryyyyy.

Then jump on the mission and try to get hit! Nicholas Fury. Nicholas Fury. NICHOLAS FUUUUUUURYYYYYY. Do-do, da-la-do, da-la-do, do-do.”

‘Encore! Encore!’ She says and you burst out laughing, knowing that if she could clap, she’d totally be doing that right now.

He sighs deeply, shaking his head but doesn’t say a damn thing. You grin and go silent once again, getting on Nick’s nerves has become your new favourite pastime. And you plan to continue on with that, as much as possible, while you still have the chance.

You find yourself standing next to Fury, in an elevator as it quickly rises up the Avengers tower. The rest of the car ride after your little impromptu concert was silent, deathly silent. Then when you arrived at the tower, he still hasn’t said a word. And now, as you stand in the elevator, your duffle bag slung over your shoulder and your visitor’s pass around your neck, he is still silent. He hasn’t uttered a word. Which is both nice, and completely frustrating, all at the same time.

‘Well I think it’s fantastic. I haven’t had the urge to eat him once since we left our house.’

You roll your eyes at her as the doors open and he abruptly exits, walking off down a hallway. Not saying a word or waiting for you at all. You sigh, shaking your head and then follow after him slowly. Not overly worried about losing track of him, as you can just use your nose to track him down again, if need be.

You glance around, taking in everything around you. All the sights, the sounds, the smells—wait, hold up, what’s that smell? You raise your nose in the air, taking a big whiff.

‘Follow it! Follow it now!’ She commands.

“I’m going, I’m going, don’t get your fur in a knot,” you huff, following your nose to the source of the delicious smell. Completely uncaring as to where Fury went. You are on a mission from the Moon Goddess now.

You round a corner, entering into a living space of some kind, you aren’t really sure, you were just following your nose. You see a man standing near an oven cooking something, “what is that delicious smell?”

“Jesus!” He whirls around, his long black hair flapping from the quick motion. “Why would you—“ his words halt once his eyes land on you, and he instantly looks confused. “Ah, who are you?”

“Y/N,” you answer vaguely, taking a few steps towards him. “And whatever you’re cooking smells divine.”

“Ah,” he glances back at the pan, then to you again. “Just steaks.”

‘We should have guessed!’

“I will literally pay you 100k right now, if you tell me there are extras.”

He raises a brow at you, giving you a once over then he just shrugs and turns back around, “you don’t gotta pay me, Doll. I always make extras, as someone usually ends up coming along and wanting some. Today it’s you, so you’re welcome to it.”

“Oh Goddess,” you sigh happily, damn near drooling on yourself now. “You are my new favourite person in this place. And just so you know, I would happily defend you with my life. Should it ever come to that.” You quickly make your way over to a bar stool, sitting on one and somewhat patiently waiting for the steaks.

He chuckles, shaking his head then wipes his hands on his jeans, before offering his right hand to you over the counter. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

You shake his hand and smile, “nice to meet you, Bucky.” He nods and then turns back around to focus on cooking again, you both falling into a comfortable silence now.

But after a moment he speaks up. “So, Y/N,” he starts over his shoulder, then glances at you. “How’d you get in here, exactly?”

“Oh,” you giggle, realizing this guy had no idea how you’d have been able to get into a super secure building, undetected. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve actually done just that countless times in the past. Though you’d never actually attempted to break into the Avengers tower before. Note to self, try that soon. “The Governor brought me in. I’m working a mission with you guys, I’m sort of a freelance agent, I guess,” you shrug.

“The Governor?” He gives you an odd look and you smile.

“He’s a character from The Walking Dead, he has an eye patch,” you reply pointing to your eye, hoping he’ll figure out who you’re referring to with that nickname. But he doesn’t seem to piece it together, still looking completely and utterly lost.

‘He’s lucky he’s hot,’ your wolf snickers in your mind. And you snort, nodding your head in agreement.

“Fury. I was making fun of Fury,” you quickly clarify then sigh deeply, frustrated by how noone seems to be getting your pop-culture references lately. Clearly you needed to dumb them down a bit. “He brought me here.”

“Ah, gotcha,” he nods.

“Don’t let him fool you, Kid,” a new voice cuts in. “He has no idea what you are referring to. But I do.”

You turn to see an older man entering the room, a grin on his face as he walks towards you. Once he reaches you he extends his hand, “Tony Shark.”

You shake his hand, “Y/N.”

“Fury is pretty pissed that you’ve only been here 10 minutes and already you’re disappearing on him,” he chuckles, heading for the coffee maker.

“Where is Carl, anyways,” you glance around, “I was positive he’d have found me by now. He’s obviously losing his edge,” you shake your head.

‘If he even had one to begin with,’ your wolf chimes in.

“Carl was always my favourite minion,” Tony replies nonchalantly as he pours himself a cup of coffee. “And he’s with Capsicle.”

“Finally,” you drag the word out, a wolfish grin on your face. “Someone who gets it!” But then your grin promptly falls and is replaced by a frown, as you furrow your brow, “but what the hell is a ‘Capsical’?”

‘Do you smell that?! It smells better than the steaks!’

‘Smell what?’ You raise your nose and sniff the air. Oh Goddess, she’s right. Whatever that smell is, does smell better than the steaks. A million times better.

“That’d be me,” another new voice enters the mix, this one deep and delectable. Perfectly answering both your voiced question and the thoughts currently in your head. Your eyes snap up and lock on to a spellbinding set of cerulean eyes, as the large man attached to said eyes enters the room.

‘Mate,’ your wolf growls happily, bouncing around gleefully in your head.

“Oh, fuck,” you slowly mutter aloud in response, as your eyes go wide—And you assume comically so, at that.

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[icarusaturn]

Learn about me!

1. Your name?

Maria Lawson

2. Nationality?

American

3. Age?

16

4. Birthday?

November 12, 2003

5. Zodiac sign?

Scorpio

6. Gender?

Female

7. Sexuality?

Bisexual

8. Your looks ( add a picture or describe them)

9. What do you/did you study?

I’m still in high school, but I’d like to study something either about language, music, or helping people/animals

10. What’s your current job like/what do you have?

I work during the summer at a Dairy Queen, a lot of my friends work there so it’s usually pretty fun

11. Your birth order?

Second, third if you count my sister

12. How many siblings do you have?

2, one brother and over half sister

13. Do you have good relations with your family?

Mostly yes

14. How many friends do you have?

Many but only around 5 close friends

15. Your relationship status?

Single

16. What do you look for in an SO?

Honest, kind, loves animals and kids, up to adventure, loves music, loves nerdy things, open to trying new things, good sense of humor, respects boundaries & privacy, not pushy

17. Do you have a crush?

No

18. When did you have your first kiss?

8th grade

19. Do you prefer a serious/meaningful relationship or casual dating/one night stands?

I won’t mind either a serious relationship or casual dating

20. What are your deal breakers?

No common sense, being an asshole, pushy, no respect, derogatory towards others, no self respect, being overwhelming and or annoying, hates animals/is rude to animals, can’t be independent, lazy

21. How was your day?

Good!

22. Favorite food and drink?

My favorite food is probably chicken or bacon cheeseburgers for meat, otherwise I love any sort of fruit. My favorite drink besides water (lol) is lemonade

23. What position do you sleep in?

Usually I sleep on my stomach or my side

24. What was your last dream about?

One of my friends’ sister was working at a Barnes and Nobel

25. Your fears?

Being betrayed, being lied to, everyone secretly hating me, being left alone, being forgotten

26. Your dream?

I want to be successful and happy with a good place to live and good friends

27. Your goals?

The same as my dream

28. Any pets?

Yeah, one cat named Sabrina

29. What are your hobbies?

Art, theater, band, choir, speech

30. Any cool places in your area?

I live in a small town, so there’s many unique things about it

31. What was your last awkward situation?

I was in the car at the local grocery store and someone I didn’t like parked next to me

32. What is your last regret?

My last relationship

33. Language(s) you can speak?

Only English, although I’m trying to learn sign language

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc. )

It’s very interesting so yes, I’d also like to learn more about it

35. Have any quirks?

I have synesthesia, the type where I can hear colors

36. Your pet peeves

Lazy people, people touching my stuff without permission, when someone keeps trying to talk to me while I’m listening to music, annoying loud people, obnoxious rude people, people who blurt things while someone else is trying to speak, people who think they’re better than everyone else, liars

37. Ideal vacation

Anywhere where whoever I’m with and I can do what we please whenever we please

38. Any scars?

A few from childhood and some more recent ones from self harm. I’m in a safer space and state of mind now, so there’s no need to worry

39. What does your last text message say?

I just signed up, did it work?

40. Last 5 things from your search history?

Marvel characters

Color block hoodie teddy fresh

Griz and Norm frozen

Everything I wanted lyrics

Kirishima shirt

41. What’s your device background?

42. What do you daydream about?

Movie/show scenes, memories, possible future outcomes, music

43. Describe your dream home

A house in the city with a bay window, an atrium, a claw foot bathtub, and a modern vintage look/feel, clean with nerdy decor

44. What’s your religion/thoughts on religion

I don’t have a religion because I don’t know much about it, but either way I don’t want to attend any holy services, because I’d like to prioritize other things. I do believe that everyone has their own rights to what they believe in, to me it’s like saying people should be able to eat, it’s common sense

45. You Personality type?

Campaigner personality ENFP - T

You can read about it on 16 personalities

46. Most dangerous thing you’ve done

When I was around 12 I flew with my brother alone on a plane

47. Are you happy with your current life?

For the most part yes

48. Some things you’ve tried in your life?

I’ve tried competitive dance, baking, hiking, and woodworking to name a few

49. What does your wardrobe consist of?

The usual stuff, t shirts, hoodies, jackets, sweaters, casual & fancy clothes, dresses, lots of shoes, jeans and leggings

50. Favorite color to wear

Yellow or blue

51. How would you describe your style?

Trendy nerd

52. Are you happy with your current looks?

Yeah mostly

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be?

I want freckles lol

54. Any tattoos or piercings?

I have 4 lobe piercings, 2 on each side, and my left ear helix so 5 in total. I’m planning on getting many small tattoos and my septum pierced. Nothing drastic, all simple and small

55. Do you get complimented often?

Yes, almost every day with my hair and a lot with outfits

56. Favorite aesthetics?

Nature, vintage, character inspired

57. A popular trend that you dislike

There were these weird wavy eyebrows, not a fan 😂

58. Songs you’re currently obsessed with?

All of the Frozen 2 soundtrack, For The First Time in Forever and Let It Go from Frozen, Are You Bored Yet by Wallows, Amerika by Young the Giant, Maniac by Conan Gray, Come Around by Papa Roach, Same Damn Life by Seether, and Soarin by Bazzi

59. Song you wouldn’t normally admit you like?

I like mostly everything, so I would admit to liking mostly any song someone brings up

60. Favorite genre?

Pop or show tunes/ movie tunes

61. Favorite song/band/ genre?

My favorite song right now is a tie between Show Yourself and Into The Unknown from Frozen 2 or Are You Bored Yet by Wallows

62. Hated popular songs/artists?

6ix9ine, lil pump, artists like them

63. Put your music on shuffle & list first 5 songs

Prom Queen by Molly Kate Kestner

I’m Born to Run by American Authors

Holding on to You by Twenty One Pilots

Trip Switch by Nothing but Thieves

Swimming Pool Summer by Capital Cities

64. Can you sing/play any instruments?

I sing Soprano 1 and play Flute

65. Do you like karaoke?

Yeah!

66. Own any albums?

No vinyls or cassettes or DVD’s, it’s all on my Spotify lol

67. Do you listen to the radio? What stations?

I only listen to Spotify

68. Favorite movie/series?

My favorite movies are Frozen, Frozen 2, The Lion King, or any marvel movie past iron man lol

My favorite series are My Hero Academia, Voltron and friends

69. Favorite genre movies/ books/ etc.

Action, comedy, and fantasy

70. Your fictional crushes?

None lol

71. Which fictional character is you?

A mix of Elsa and Anna and Bakugou and Kirishima

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps if so

I don’t ship many things but I love Tododeku and Kiribaku

73. Favorite Greek god?

Apollo, Athena is my favorite goddess

74. A legend from where you live that you like?

There’s no legends where I live, but I like state legends like the legend of Paul Bunyan

75. Do you like art? What’s your favorite work or artist?

I like more modern artists, like ones on tumblr lol. These are a few artists I really like

@elentori-art @tecochet @cherriielle

76. Can you share your other social media?

I have Instagram, Twitter and the like but my Pinterest is maria_1820

77. Favorite youtubers

Colleen Ballinger, Joey Graceffa, Trainer Tips, David Dobrik, Molly Burke, Shane Dawson

78. Favorite platform

Everything but Facebook lol

79. How much time do you spend in the internet?

All of the time 😂

80. What video games have you played? Which ones your favorite?

I’ve played the sims and Mario kart and I like the sims more lol

81. Your favorite books?

We are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson and the My Hero Academia series

82. Do you play board/card games?

Not really

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema?

Nope

84. Favorite holiday?

Christmas

85. Are you into dramas?

Medical/police/firefighter dramas lol

86. Would you use death note if you had one?

I’d like to say no but I probably would

87. What changes would you make in the world no matter how impossible, if you had the power to?

I would have everyone have a good house and money

88. (There wasn’t a question here so I made one up)What was your first word?

Besides mama, my first word was eat

89. If you turned into a paranormal being, what would it be?

A Phoenix

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death?

I’d want my body donated to science

91. If you had to change your name what would you pick?

I like my name so I wouldn’t change it

92. Who would you switch lives with for a week?

Maybe a guy to see what it’s like

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo

🪐

94. Write 3 things about yourself + only one of them must be true

I love acrylic nails

I’ve never been on a train

I met Dan and Phil

95. Cold or hot?

Cold because I could put on a sweater

96. Be a hero or be a villain?

Hero

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme?

Sing everything because I sometimes find rhyming annoying

98. Shape shifting or controlling time?

Shape shifting

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?

Immune to everything but natural death

100. Book or movie?

Both

[jensenscomedyelbows]

SUPERNATUAL 21 QUESTIONS

(THE INCREDIBLE HEATHER, AKA @sammichgirl, did this and tagged me as one of her favorite blogs, so I’m giving it a go. Thanks, doll.)

1. When did you start watching Supernatural? 

On September 19, 2012. I was recovering from surgery and had binged all there was to binge on Netflix at that point, and I asked my BFF James what I should watch. He immediately said “Supernatural!” I was skeptical, and I asked him exactly what it was about. He told me brothers, Sam and Dean, who were “slayers,” probably because he knew I loved BtVS and that would interest me. I thought hmmm, maybe. That same day my other BFF, Angel, called to check on me, so I asked her if she had any recommendations—and she said the same thing! She, like James, had watched every episode live since day one. So I watched the pilot, and was immediately struck by the twin images of Mary and Jessica burning on the ceiling. I HAD TO KNOW WHY. Three weeks later, I finished season 6, just in time for Netflix to add season 7, and not long after I finished that, season 8 began airing live, with me right in front of my TV every Tuesday night, dying to see what would happen next. AND I’M STILL HERE (and have been to THREE conventions, lord have mercy!)

2. Who is your favorite in TFW?

Like Heather, I never really thought that was a thing. It was a line put in for a laugh in one episode that got blown up into a big deal, but I never felt invested in the concept. But if you’re asking me which character is my favorite among Sam, Dean, and Castiel, my favorite will always be Dean. You can’t love him without loving Sam too, however, and there are episodes in which my sympathies are more with Sam, and episodes in which I identify/sympathize more with Dean. I rarely sympathize with Castiel because he’s not human.

3. Who is your least favorite in TFW?

Castiel. I haven’t much liked his character since season 5, but I do recognize that’s entirely the writers’ fault.

4. Tag your top 5 Supernatural blogs.

The ones I turn to again and again for gifs (and which have been particularly useful in illustrating my 2019 rewatch) have been: @sensitivehandsomeactionman @secretsandgreeneyes @saucynewf @demondetoxmanual and @spn-idjits-guide-to-hunting. I also love @lipglosskaz @sammichgirl @lemondropsonice @whiskeycherrypie and @misswhizzy. I am a thousand percent sure I’m leaving out at least fifty I love and adore 🥰, and it will drive me nuts thinking about it!

5. Who is your favorite character (not including TFW)?

Bobby Singer, no contest, hands down.

6. Who is your favorite woman in Supernatural?

Ellen Harvelle. A calm, steadying presence with the knowledge and skill to back up her formidable courage. Tough when she needed to be, loving when the people she cared about were in trouble. Heroic.

7. John or Mary?

Neither or both. If you erase the Dabb era resurrection of Mary, then both. Both John and Mary had profound impacts on Sam and Dean’s personalities and views of the world—John’s by his presence and Mary’s by her absence. They made our boys who they are. But if you count Mary’s resurrection and terrible new character arc, then John of course.

8. What were your first opinions of Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack?

I thought it was commendable for Sam to want to go to law school, and tragic what happened to Jessica and his plans for the future. I loved how open he was with Dean (early days!), how much trust he had in him, and how easily victims responded to him. Also: book smarts are a turn-on of mine.

I fell in love with Dean’s beauty by Wendigo, and his everything else by Home. The brave face, the stiff upper lip hiding the vulnerability and insecurity from his little brother because he feels he has to be strong for him—all that just made me love him more. Also: a wicked sense of humor is a huge turn-on of mine.

Castiel has a great character entrance. Emotionless. He burned out Pamela’s eyes. I thought that was unnecessary. He and Uriel were alien beings whose motives were the opposite of pure, so I feared his power and questioned his interaction with Sam and Dean.

Jack: Oh, I get it—the CW needs to compete with Riverdale and its other shows featuring teenagers, so they invented Lucifer’s son to boost ratings. *shrug*

9. What’s your favorite season?

2, 4, and 5–there are just too many good ones to have just one favorite. I also love 1 and 3. LOL.

10. What’s your least favorite season?

Season 12 just about broke me. Let me count the ways: Lucifer possessing the President of the United States (oh please, I watch this show to ESCAPE real life, tyvm), Sam and Dean MURDERING him in yet another failed attempt to kill Lucifer, being sent to “Supermax” which, again, PLEASE, do you even know what would happen to the assassins responsible for killing the POTUS? Not even Sam and Dean would be able to bust out of that lockup—no effing way—yet they did. And how did they do it? By murdering a shitload of HUMAN BEINGS just doing their jobs, running around with AK-47s while yelling how they’re the guys who saved the world 🙄 I can’t see either Sam or Dean EVER bragging about that, and since then, they have, many times, and it always sets my teeth on edge. SEASON TWELVE DOESN’T EXIST TO ME.

11. What’s your opinion on Destiel?

It’s a fan ship that is popular among the younger, less experienced viewers of our show (many of whom haven’t even seen any seasons/episodes without Castiel in them), so my opinion isn’t very high. It’s like Dean and Cas are two dolls, and the Destiel fandom’s chief delight is mashing them together any way they can. And forcing the rest of us to hear them lecture us on how it’s “real,” how it’s “going to be canon,” and generally alienating everyone who doesn’t ship those two characters. I ignore anything to do with it.

12. Do you believe Supernatural queerbaits?

I’m not queer, so bearing in mind that I wouldn’t necessarily see it if it did, I’ve tried to look at it as impartially and dispassionately as possible, and I believe that Misha has been guilty of it, on occasion. (Sure, it’s all in good fun, he’s only kidding, he’s having a laugh, etc.) Ben Edlund has as well. Robbie Thompson was perhaps guilty of it a time or two. But this is all supposing that it is impossible for A TRUE PLATONIC LOVING RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN TWO MEN to be portrayed on television. I mean, Dean/Castiel is the only “baiting” I’ve ever heard people yell about, so I’m sticking to this one possible pairing as the one responsible for this question. I personally have no trouble accepting a platonic same-sex relationship...but queer fandom seems to have a lot of trouble with this concept?

13. Seasons 1-7 or 8-14?

Hahahaha, obviously 1-7. KEEP 12 AWAY FROM ME.

14. Who’s your favorite villain?

CROWLEY. He was so awful before his redemptive stuff at the end. Never forget that as of the end of season 8, he was murdering all the innocent people Sam and Dean had saved (including Sarah Blake!), then in season 9, he was the one responsible for getting Gadreel out of Sam. After that, he wasn’t really a villain anymore. But he was so irredeemably evil for four seasons!

15. Do you think they should end the Lucifer plot line?

THEY HAVE!  Now they just need to end the NICK plot line.

16. Who do you think has been through more trauma—Sam, Dean or Cas?

Sam and Dean have been through the SAME traumas, almost exactly, so I call theirs dead even. I wouldn’t want to measure or quantify “trauma” in any case. Castiel isn’t human, so I never thought of him as undergoing any trauma.

17. What’s your favorite Supernatural episode?

Mystery Spot, 3x11. It’s the one I would show someone new to the show. It’s the one I watch when I’m down. I LOVE stories with the time-loop trope ❤️ The acting is phenomenal. It’s funny, it’s tragic, it’s everything.

18. Do you like the case episodes?

All of season 1 is comprised of “case” episodes. Looking for John and Sam’s connection to “the demon” are secondary in that season, and I loved it enough to fall in love with the entire series, so YES. I’m a horror/mystery buff at heart.

19. Who do you relate most to in TFW?

It will come as no surprise to anyone reading this that my answer is Dean.

20. Why do you like Supernatural?

Honestly, it’s the only place I can see the Winchesters do their thing—make their choices, fight their battles, and live their lives. They DO lead eventful lives!

21. If you could bring back one character and kill another off, who would they be?

I’m gonna interpret “bring back” as “never killed off” and go with Bobby—the Bobby we knew and loved, the Bobby who had the boys’ backs and was always there, dispensing wisdom and advice. “Bring back” means an entirely different thing now that there’s an AU—they can (and have) brought back EVERYBODY in an effort to appease fans and boost ratings. I think it’s a failure of imagination, personally, and I’ll give that version of bringing back a hard pass.

I would definitely kill Castiel off, or send him to Heaven for good. And then I don’t want to hear another word about Heaven or Hell again, the end. He hasn’t done anything but give pep talks and occasionally perform a miraculous task when the writers need him to. His character has already been killed, and it was a slow death by a thousand cuts. Very sad.

OKAY. I’m not tagging anybody either, but here’s your chance to get your opinions out there and on the record, so do it! (if you do it, please tag me!)

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The Lair of the Beast is a Tricky One

A/N: I’ve been working on this fic for over a week now and I’m really excited to share! Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Self depreciation, someone being a jerk, and lying.

Word count: 4,638

Beta: @madly-handsome

Summary: Thomas and the sides travel into Deceit’s room.

“What is up… no no I can’t do this today.” Thomas reached over and turned off the camera.

Roman shot up with a distressed look on his face, “Um Thomas!?”

Thomas sighed in response, “Yes Roman?”

“You can’t do this today? And umm why is that??” Roman pushed. “I gave you a perfectly good idea for a video and this-“

“Roman!” Thomas shouted.

Roman instantly shut his mouth. He dropped his head in shame. He had another dramatic outburst. Those seemingly happened more and more recently.

Thomas brushed a hand past his hair, “It’s not about your idea I… just can’t do it right now.” He spoke softly.

“Is this like- a motivation issue again?” Roman questioned cautiously not wanting to cause Thomas any stress.

A roaring groan could be heard as Logan rose up, “I always say emotions are the bane of my existence... But I take it back, MOTIVATION ISSUES TRULY WILL BE THE END OF ME!” He yelled, quickly regaining his composure. Logan went back to his usually calm tone. “Thomas, may I ask what or whom is making you feel this way?”

“Am I really getting anything out of these videos?” Thomas unhappily said.

Logan rolled his eyes. This issue appeared to be so easy to solve. All he needs to do is remind Thomas of why he made videos. “Well, of course you do. You have an income which is providing you with clothes, shelter, food-“

“Yeah yeah that’s great and all, but is this really making a difference to the world?” Thomas barely even got his words out.

“The whole world? Of course not.” Logan laughed not understanding the entire situation thoroughly.

Virgil pops in, “Thanks Teach that sure calmed my nerves.”

“I’d appreciate less sarcasm next time Virge, though I see you may know the birth of this problem?” Logan remarked, assuming since Thomas felt so down and filled with worry, and Virgil experienced that, he could tell him why he was so anxious.

Virgil rubbed his temples, “Is this all really important? Is what we are doing actually making a difference to anyone’s life?” He sank into himself. “Or is it just pointless and no cares?” he said that last thing more as a statement rather than doubting.

“I understand… well I actually don’t... that's a lie. Logan, you're the smart one! Can you tell him he's overreacting?” Roman requested, getting very restless.

“To appease his confusion, telling him his feelings aren't valid isn't gonna help.” Logan waved a nagging finger at Roman. “Virgil, while it may look like making videos for others entertainment is worthless in terms of truly having importance in the world. I assure you that they do effect-”

“I’m perfectly aware of that Logan!” Virgil hollered, his voice got slightly demonic.

The room got silent.

“T-then what's the is-ssue, Mr. Gloom?” Roman stuttered, slightly frightened.

Logan’s eyebrow went up, confused he asked. “Yes… if you know reality, how isn’t that comforting you?” While he did have methods of trying to calm Virgil, one of the things that worked best was reestablishing reality for him. Yet, in this situation he understood he was being irrational and still believing the lie he was telling himself.

“Well Logan, if I knew I’d probably already have it fixed by now!” Virgil snarled, clearly the anxiety Thomas put off turned Virgil's mood for the worse.  

“Just leave him alone for now Logan, I doubt you can help him.” Thomas whispered.

Logan lifted his pointer and opened his mouth however, nothing came out. Defeated he closed it back. Virgil looked down in guilt, he regretted his outburst but didn't say an apology not wanting to speak more.

“Um anyway…” Roman starts, he attempted to lighten the figurative dark haze in the room. “Where’s the puff ball at, we could use some cheering up here right? Patton!” He called.

No one showed up.

“Well that's quite worrisome-” Roman pointed out.

Logan rubbed his chin, “Yes- Usually, he's ecstatic to show up. Thomas, can you call him up?” He politely asked.

Thomas, not in the mood to argue nodded slowly, “I guess… Patton can you come up here?”

Patton slowly rose up with a glum expression on his face and eyes noticeably red, “Yes?”

Roman’s already faltering usual grin fell finally, “Ohhhh that’s not good-”

“Something wrong Thomas?” Patton hesitated, careful to not speak too loud.

“AND he didn’t call tank engine kiddo?!” Roman throwed his hands up in the air dramatically. “What madness!”

“I think you’re exaggerating a bit there princey, like you always do. But this does make sense. If Thomas is currently sad then Patton would feel the same just more concentrated.”

“Thanks for the exposition Logan-“ Roman mumbled.

“P-Patton?” Logan stammered, trying his best to not cause another outburst like he did with Virgil. While Patton was less likely he did seem incredibly in an emotional state. “Is your issue the same as Virge? Or at the very least the same cause?”

“I-I don’t know, what is Virgil’s problem?” Patton wondered.

“While we aren’t for sure exactly, it’s Thomas, and by extension you two don’t think you’re making a huge difference in the lives of other people. However true that may appear, it isn’t correct.”

“I t-think I feel the same as him then.” Patton squeaked out.

“So if you both have the same problem, what is the source?!” Logan perplexed, thinking as logic he must find this out quick before it gets any worse and it spreads to other things besides just not pursuing ones creative endeavors.

“I may have an idea Lo!” Roman announced. “What if it’s that snake.”

“Now, just because you see him as a villain doesn’t mean that this is his-“ Patton goes on falling into his habit of chewing out the sides for being rude to one another.

“Actually, Roman may be right?” Logan tuned in.

“I am?” Roman doubted, not exactly being confident in his first statement. The joy he got from Logan’s confirmation helped jumpstart that self esteem, “Yes! I am!”

Virgil pulled over the hood of his hoodie, grunting “More details Specs-” He said bluntly, absolutely done.

“Think about it, the dilemma is known and reality is upfront yet... Thomas won’t accept it because he’s lying to himself.” Logan explained. “Why he isn’t letting the truth in is because of a fabrication constantly being presented upon him!” He rejoiced, proud of figuring it out. While keeping the fact of slight disappointment to himself about not being the initial one to propose it.

Thomas and Roman both gasp at the same time. Patton and Virgil awkwardly stand there not wanting to add to the conversation due to their lack of energy.

“So the slimy boi is behind this?!” Thomas screamed

“We’ve been over this Thomas I’m like 99% sure his scales are just smooth-“

“Does that mean he’s in the room?!” Roman shouted putting one hand on his hip, proceeding to point at and glare down all the sides with suspicion, ANYONE could be a suspect!

“I highly doubt that as no one here has lied. I’m still factual, you’re still over the top, Virgil is anxious and wouldn’t be able to be deceitful without feeling the anxiety that comes with it, and Patton is openly sad even confirming how he feels.” Logan went on.

“So how would he be influencing Thomas then?? You don’t think-” Roman questioned.

“Don’t think what? You know we would get alot more done if you guys actually weren’t so ‘mysterious’ in your conversations with each other… just saying-” Thomas became curious.

“Where else could he be Roman? He has to be in his room!” Logan stated.

“Wait, Deceit has a room?” Thomas tilted his head in confusion.

“Question after question with all of you I swear…” Virgil whined.

“Of course! Why would you think otherwise. Maybe we need a refresh on your memory skills.” Logan said as he made a mental note to quiz him later.

Thomas rubbed the back of his head, “I mean it’s not like he's a main side or anything. Soooo I didn’t know.”

“He’s ‘main’ enough to have a physical representation. He has a room like the rest of us.” Logan justified his previous statement.  

“Valid argument-” Thomas nodded.

Wanting to be less useless in this situation, Patton added. “If he’s in his room how can we stop him?” he barely even got noticed.

“Can’t we… you know- sink into his corner of my mind?” Thomas pondered.

“Err- bad idea Tommy.” Roman cautioned.

“Why?” Thomas asked, furrowing his brow in even more confusion. The uncertainty didn't sound like it would ever end today.

“As you are aware, Virgil’s room had some pretty bad effects on Roman, Patton, and I. While, we haven’t been into Deceit’s corner before we can assume negative effects can happen to any of us!” Logan theorized.

“It could be our only option nerd-” Roman bit his nails nervously, “I don’t wanna enter it as much as you do. Yet, I can’t see any other way.”

Virgil sighed heavily, “I hate to agree… but I think he's right. Maybe it’s best to go- let’s just make sure to not stay long…” he warned.

“Well if you are all ok with it… I suppose it’s fine. Patton, do you wanna come along even though you’re gloomy?” Logan offered.

“I g-guess?” Patton sniffled out.

“It’s decided then! We shall travel to the room of the Danger Noodle!” Roman published with great pride, ready to put a stop to the fiend. He turned to Thomas in his usual pose, “Thomas? Do the honor?”

Thomas pumped with energy from the excitement but also slight terror of what came, momentarily forgetting his previously cheerless attitude, “Got it Roman!” He expressed as he sunk down.

Roman laughed as he attempted to enter the destination.

“I’m not sure that’s even a thing- ” Logan spoke, disappearing from the room.

“If he talks to me I’ll lose it even more I swear.“ Virgil spat doing the same as the others.

Patton stayed soundless like a sleeping mouse as he left.

-

As they all sunk in, thoughts raced through all of them, not knowing what to expect from the villain that wore yellow and black.

Roman thought it was a blackened swamp with vines everywhere, perhaps it looked like a jungle.

Virgil wondered if it was a nightmare of puzzles, never ending despite saying ‘just one more’.

Logan pondered that maybe it was a place constantly changing, new strings of lies added to the web.

Patton? Well he didn’t know what to question. BUT HE KNEW THAT THIS WAS A BAD PLACE. Patton did try his best to not judge, that didn’t work out well in his favor.

Yet, in reality it looked like the inside of an old house from a time period that none of them were born into. It held a bad color scheme complete with a bunch of old play production posters and a nearly broken radio. It held almost no light within its walls. In the corner was a wooden coat rack that gripped Deceit’s cape on the side with his bowler hat on top. Even a furry creature ran on its wheel in the tank it called home on the table that use to be the kitchen counter. Besides those things the room was pretty empty.

“Well… this is surely an establishment-“ Roman teased loudly. At the same time he was shocked, impressed and humored. “I honestly considered thinking this place was gonna be a full on mess of a place. It’s quite… bare bones if you will?”

Thomas and Patton both in sync screamed, “OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS IS THAT A HAMSTER!?”

Patton snapped out of his haze with the newfound distraction. He moved from where he came from and sat in front of the cage with a giant smile.

“Fascinating.” Logan remarked as he continuously gazed around. “Truly I never anticipated such a look.”

“Should we REALLY trust such a slippery scoundrel with a sweet innocent hamster?”

“Roman, again he isn’t actually a snake. I highly doubt he eats anything from the rodent family.” Logan recounted.

Virgil took a deep breath to calm himself, then took off the hoodie that laid from his head for a while now. “Let’s make this as quick as possible before anything terrible happens to us… where is he?”

“He could be in the shadows! Hiding away in the darkness, that offender! I shall be the one to find the wrongdoer… at least I hope!” Roman commanded losing confidence somewhat at the end.

“I don’t- whatever.” Virgil flicked his wrist.

“Deceit come out-” Logan insisted. “From your… rock?”

“I thought you said he wasn’t part-” Thomas started, interrupted by Deceit appearing in Patton’s empty spot.

“Goodbye everyone… why are you here?”  Deceit announced with a puzzled expression overshadowing his face.

“WE ARE AWARE OF THE MISFORTUNE YOU’RE CAUSING THOMAS! Well… I think all of us are sure? I don’t wanna doubt myself or anything-” Roman chuckled with a hint of nervousness. “No but seriously that was confirmed right??”

“I know all of what you’re talking about.” Deceit shrugged.

“What is he saying? This makes no sense.” Logan thought aloud.

Patton walked over from the habitat to where he originally rose, now bored. He joined the conversation, “Of course it makes sense! He speaks in lies! Don’t act dumb Logan.” He giggled putting his hand over his mouth like a schoolgirl laughing. “Also Deceit can you move over-“

“T-this isn’t my room though-” Deceit stuttered, intimidated by the moral trait.

“That was kinda rude, Patton.” Thomas puffed out.

”Don’t act like we weren’t all thinking that.” Patton huffed. “You guys had no problem with Deceit moving from my location LAST TIME!”

“I-” Virgil tuned in but shook his head “Nevermind.” He shouldn’t bother.

“I may have no current knowledge as to how you’ve done it… I just know you have contributed to this! Deceit admit to it!” Logan snapped, his cheeks getting red.

“Ah yes..” Deceit hissed, “I wonder why I’m never blamed for anything at all.”

“Wait but you’re always blamed… stop confusing me!” Logan vigorously trembled his fist.

Patton rolled his eyes not going noticed. “Logan how aren’t you getting this? You’re supposed to be the smart one right?”

Logan tipped his head moderately to the right in uncertainty. Should he take that as an insult or as a sign of worry caused by… Caused by something he couldn’t quite remember. It was on the very tip of his tongue waiting to be let out. In the end, Logan couldn't think of it, and simply rotated in the direction of Roman when he started to speak.

“We have reason to suspect... I... t-think… that you’re causing Thomas to LIE to himself! Making him believe what he does isn’t worth it because no one cares!” Roman prided trying his best not to stutter.

Deceit looked down at his hand, clearly not taking the situation seriously. “And whatever are your AMAZING points that you hold behind me?” He raised his eyes to make contact with the creative side.

“Well-!” Roman announced then instantly started biting his nails in nervousness, “Uh, Teach can you take this one? I don’t wanna ruin our argument…”

“I seem to have forgotten our previous discussion, so I don't possess that compression. I can try and guess if you want-”  

“Ugh that will not do Logan…” Roman thought aloud. “How about you Virgil?!” He gave off a hopeful smile.  

“Don’t worry about it Princey I’m sure this will merely finish in a happy ending like usual.” Virgil waved off the worry, taking his phone out of his pocket and began scrolling mindlessly through social media.

“I-” Roman ran both of his hands through his hair in distress. “Come on guys! We can do it! We can’t let Thomas down now can we?!”

“It’s ok-k Roman… you aren’t failing me at all! Don’t worry-.” Thomas tried to soothe.

“So you all decided that I was the hero, came down to someone else’s room and whispered to me saying I truly am no criminal?” Deceit interrupted.

“Yes-“ Logan agreed, not really knowing what Deceit meant.

Deceit rolled his eyes, “How delightful.”

“Does this mean we were wrong? Or were we not- wait are you lying? Perhaps this is a trap?! No… maybe?”

“Oh my god Roman can you shut up? We get it you’re worried! Blah blah blah.” Patton mocked, waving his hands dramatically like Princey always does.

“No need to fight guys!” Thomas demanded trying to get ahold of the situation. “Virgil, Logan, can you two kick in here?”

Virgil yawned putting his phone in his pocket, “I couldn’t care less dude. They’ll be fine? Probably? No need to panic I’m sure.” He stated, asure of himself.

“In all honesty I’ve lost track of where we are at this point.” Logan blinked with a bewildered expression washed over his face.

“Why are you all acting like this?!” Thomas glared, he got more and more frustrated by the second.

“What a calm situation we have here.” Deceit uttered with panic.

“You think?!” Thomas bawled his fists, ultimately letting the anger take control of him.

“I highly don't suggest you leave immediately before any real damage is caused- I can’t assure you that I’ll promise to tell you once you are back to safety.”

“Should I t-trust him?” Thomas said more to himself than to the others.

“He’s literally deceit.. I don’t know about this Thomas?!” Roman hollered, “But what do I know I guess right?” He started to laugh.

“Can’t we like chill… so what if anything happens?” Virgil sighed.

“I notice there was a guinea pig in the room, oh my god-“ Logan blissfully unaware of what was going on.

“That’s a hams- can you hurry up so I can get away sooner from these idiots dear god!” Patton groaned.

Thomas overwhelmed with all the comments swiftly left the room along with all of the other sides.

-

Thomas rose up first with a calmer expression, “Finally back to peace… hopefully.”

“UM WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!?” Virgil growled, full of fret. “WE WERE IN DANGER AND I WAS SO- SO CASUAL!”

Next was Patton, tears welled in his eyes, “Oh my goodness guys I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to act that way… I-I don’t know what came over me!” Guilt came up in his stomach.

After Roman arrived, “Well then… that was an adventure.” He awkwardly coughed.

Logan was the last of the usual sides to appear. “Oh knowledge never leave me again, that was awful. Truly a display went on in there-” He adjusted his tie.

“Sooo…” Thomas trailed off, now thinking more clearly. “Anyone have any idea what happened in there?”

Deceit popped up besides Patton which led the Pat to let out a small squeal of fright. He now had on all of his usual attire.

“Ahem.” Deceit hacked clearing his throat. “I don’t apologize everyone, I really don’t.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I meant harm I swear-”

“Ha Ha!” Roman laughed with confidence. “So Logan and I were right, you were the culprit!”

“Roman…” Patton whispered to the creative side, “Now's not the time-”  

“I shouldn’t have warned you all of the effects of my room sooner.” Deceit clarifying what he meant, he was apologizing from his space rather than committing the crime he was accused of.

“May you tell us now how your room works?” Logan got out a notebook and pen from his back pocket, “I’m quite interested.”

Deceit sighed heavily, “My room has slight effects on others. It makes others act exactly like their true nature considering the room makes them tell the truth to themselves and others.”

Roman looked extremely dumbfounded, letting out an uncomfortable chuckle. “I’m sorry but I honestly got none of that-”

“I swear I’m trying at least a little Roman!” Deceit moaned in annoyance, clearly frustrated with not having the ability to tell the complete truth.

Logan coughed trying to get the attention to him, “I think I understand in a way… let me try and translate the situation… for Deceit’s sake.”

The tears on Patton’s skin started to dry up at this point, recovering from what occurred previously. “Wow Logan, you must be a snake charmer!” He gained a snort from Roman.

“Yes-s…” Logan stuttered, “Anyway- if we stay in his space for a prolonged amount of time, which we just did. It causes us to act the opposite of our usual mannerisms. We turn into our counterparts for this period. Lying about ourselves by behaving that way. For example, Virgil...” He pointed towards the anxious trait. “I’m guessing you became apathetic.”

Virgil snickered, “One of the few times I was ever ‘fully chill.’ He did quotation marks with his hands but setting them back in his pockets. “No but seriously never let that happen again-“

“And Roman, usually you come off as brave and very confident.” Logan declared.

“Come off?? I’d have you know I am very-“

“Anyway.” Logan cut Roman off, “You turned towards self doubt.”

Roman nodded along, “Yeah that explains why I felt so much of a need to impress… which I always do anyway so I have NO CLUE why I was worried-”

“You were worried because of Deceit’s room we just went over that Roman, keep up.”

“That's not what I meant-”

Logan continued to go on ignoring Roman’s comment, “Patton was clearly more rude than what's common for him, on average the most lengths he’ll go is being somewhat passive aggressive.”

“I’m really sorry everyone…” Patton whimpered to himself, barely audible.

“I’d classify that as amorality, him lacking a moral sense. Unconcerned with the wrongness or rightness of the situation.” Logan expressed.

Patton stayed silent.

Logan finally finished with translating Deceit’s claim, “To end I sadly began to go on a road of probably ignorance. Something I never wanna experience again…”

“That’s completely wrong.” Deceit side eyed Logan with a small smile, happy that the logical trait took the time to explain what he had meant.

“What he meant-” Logan began.

“Yeah we get it buddy, don't worry.” Virgil advised.

Roman scoffed, “That's wonderful and all. But, that doesn’t make clear his motivation in making Thomas feel bad!”

“I told you! I totally made him do that!” Deceit spat in anger getting ticked that no one was believing him.

“Alright alright alright… calm down python-” Roman instictly backed away from Deceit’s direction.

“Why do you continue to think that?” Deceit shrugged.

“Wow it’s almost like you have a history of lying.” Virgil sarcastically commented.

“You didn’t say it yourself! I apparently only have one intent, self preservation. Is that correct?”

Patton sniffled, “Well yes-“

Deceit sighed trying to calm himself down, “Then there’s your problem. I want to hurt Thomas because it wouldn’t throw him off balance, possibly causing his reputation to go up.”

Thomas and the rest of the sides all glanced at each other, while he didn’t ‘care’ in a way he also did ‘care in a way.

“So you aren’t at fault-“ Roman asked for the millionth time.

“No.” Deceit stated.

Thomas awkwardly shifted, “Ok well… you can leave then Deceit.”

“Oh ok- um well hello everyone…” Deceit uttered as he sank out with a somewhat sad expression on his face.

“So who’s fault is it then?” Roman questioned, his only suspect was proven incorrect.

“Well looking back at the evidence I may have made a small error.” Logan admitted.

Roman gasped dramatically, “Logan? Wrong? How dreadful!”

“Roman-“ Virgil started not wanting another fight to began.

“What?! I’m joking!” Roman yelled, waving his arms up and down.

“I don’t believe you, anyway-“ Logan changed the topic back to what he wanted.

Roman scoffed at the comment, offended. He swore that no one got his sensational humor.

“We affect Thomas to a certain degree yes, we are always there. We can influence him but we don’t act as his train of thought, his conscious decisions if you will.” Logan described.

“So...technically we didn’t have to even go through that.” Virgil questioned with an eyebrow raised.

“I mean… I learned a lot today-“

Virgil laughed quietly to himself, “I know you did Nerd. I’m talking about Thomas’ problem.”

Logan continued, saying “If we never traveled there we probably wouldn’t have figured out the true cause. Or at least we would have taken more time to come to that conclusion.”

“Still, that's great and all but what if someone got really hurt. What would we have done then?” Virgil spoke concerned.

“No one got hurt Virgil, do not fret.”

“What if someone did though Logan.”

“What if we were fine.”

“What if we weren’t.”

“Virgil.”

“Logan.”

“Virg-” Logan started, stopping before having a neverending disagreement. “How about we worry about the present and not the past then you can head off?”

Virgil pondered a moment, “Does that mean I get to work less?”

“Possibly.” Logan grinned with glee, getting the anxious side to take care instead of argue.

“Fineeee, you’re lucky I need a nap anyway.” Virgil yawned, “Bye Thomas, if you need me… I’ll be asleep so don’t wake me-“ He sank out.

“See ya Virge!” Thomas turned to face patton “Pat, how you feeling?”

“You want the truth?” Patton sighed, trying his best to use the exhale to restart his mood.

“Please.” Thomas said firmly.

“Not the best, I was already under the weather after that serge of thoughts from before. That’s mostly passed now though as that whole mess was one big distraction. I just feel awful for treating Logan and Roman so bad.”

Logan pushed up his glasses, “Patton don’t worry you had no control over the situation and I doubt neither I nor Roman took any offense to your comments.”

“Yeah Dandelion It’s in the past now.” Roman agreed with Logan.

Patton sniffed but now had a determined look on his face, “You are right. It’s in the past, I-I can get over this.”

“There you go Pat, I knew you could do it.” Roman said with a pumped attitude trying to make Patton more determined.

“Thanks for the help guys… I-If I have any other issues I’ll come to you kiddos.” Patton sank out.

“Well those two seem to feel somewhat better, how about you Thomas?” Logan asked.

“I think I agree with Patton that whole thing sure was chaotic I kinda forgot about it.” Thomas rubbed the back of his head.

“While that does sound good in the moment you can’t always have a distraction to comfort you Thomas. Next time before something like that really builds up try your best to look around you. See that you really do make an impression on others. Look at your fanbase for example. They’re a group who love you for you and you are important to them.” Logan went on.

“I appreciate the help Lo… I’ll do that next time.” Thomas promised, now seeing the situation more clear. In the future he can improve on handling this sort of predicament.

“Great well if my job here is done then I'll be off then, farewell.” Logan left leaving just Roman and Thomas in the room.

“S-so while this may be unimportant now may I-I suggest since you’re feeling b-better you could try-” Roman stuttered nervously.

“Filming that video you wanted?” Thomas finished the others sentence.

“Yes! I mean… well only if you want to that is…don’t feel like you HAVE to… I just thought-”

Thomas giggled pleased with making him so joyful, “I’ll get on that Princey.”

Roman ultimately filled with glee, sunk out, his current wish of getting his proposed idea used coming true.

Thomas finally turned the camera back on, his usual phrase erupting off the walls. “What is up everybody!”

[pafsins2]

Everything Wrong With Everything Wrong With Across the 2nd Dimension

…Well, this is different. Over on Deviant Art, I’ve started doing Sins post for Sins video/posts because why not. Also, it’s fun and I got the idea from CinemaSinsSins and others.

And since I’m the most sinful person I know, I figured I’d sin one of my posts. I did myself in general, but it’s time to attack a full post. I picked the movie since it’s longer and thus has more problems. Time to see how wrong I am!

(Posting it here instead of DA cuz why not)

ORIGINAL POST: https://pafsins.tumblr.com/post/146397916776/everything-wrong-with-across-the-2nd-dimension

 1.I messed up the formatting and instead of taking the time to fix it, I just linked to someplace else I put this up on. Fixing it turned out to be easy so why didn’t I  do here?

2.”Wasn’t a Goozim a lot smaller in Doof’s flashback, or are they just bigger in this dimmension?” Likely the latter. Either way, it doesn’t matter.

3.”That’s the most abrasive alarm clock ever” Not really, it seems like more of a light prodding. Besides, I’d love an alarm clock that does that, to be honest.

4.”Candace just forgot she put a picture on a beloved stuff animal?” A Flaky teenager forgot something? I’m so surprised.

5.”How many Platypus themed sports are there?” That’s the joke.

6..”Yikes, Monogram did not age well.”That is not a sin, that is stating the obvious.

7.”It’s set up like this thing with the saftey on will be important, but it never is.” Again, that’s the joke. Also, not really.

8.”A woman of science who hangs out with kids that frequently defy the laws of physics” Jokes, do you understand them?!

9.Also, you forgot the quote you’re replying to, anyone who hasn’t seen the movie or doesn’t remember the line won’t know what you’re talking about.

10.”This whole thing starts because Doof wants a couch” Besides that being the joke,not really. I imagine he would have stepped into the portal to see what is on the other side even if the couch wasn’t there.

11.”Ballon-y can be seen all over the place, even though he shouldn’t exist here since Doof made him because he he had no friends, and that didn’t happen in this world”.

When did they ever say that? We just know things went better for Doof-2 and he lost the train, but they never state that this exact thing didn’t happen. There’s plenty of reasons he could have better Balloon-y in this world.

12.”“Just in case, vending machines become the dominant race!” You know some nut out there actually thinks this, thanks to thism ovie” Funny joke but not a sin.

13.”I see they save the “charecter finds out the big secret” plot for this movie.” I get how the use of the cliche is a sin but how is saving it for the movie a sin?

14.“You could have been cleaning your litter box this whole time?” That’s one of your biggest concerns about this?” Joke, that’s the.

15.”I’m with Doof, something as simple as that caused all this?” Sigh.

16.”This bit with Phineas-2 and Perry is so sad it’s sin because shut up.” Translation: It’s been more than a minute without a sin so I listed a random thing as a sin because reasons.

17.”Don’t think you can outlaw a season. You can outlaw Summer vacation though. Choose your words carefully, guys.” Oh shut up, you’re just being pedantic.

18.”Perry could find a way to explain to Phineas why he’s doing this, but whatever, this works too.” Phineas didn't exactly give him much of a chance to do. That should have been the sin here.

19.”Once again, good thing a Tv was here so they could see the news update.” In this case, it’s the TV Turning on that was convenient, no the TV itself. Yes that’s pedantic, shut up.

20.”It’s convincent that time works the exact same way in the 2nd dimension, not a second off.” Spongey is fine with a parallel dimension, but when that parallel dimension’s time works the same, that’s crossing the line Dammit!

21.”Candace-2 is a dick to the first dimmension people.” That’s the point

22.”The first scene is repeated, but with dialogue that clearly wasn’t there before.” Do you get points and jokes at all?

23.”How do half of these dimensions even work?” Doesn’t matter, these are just quick gags.

24.”These Citizens see crazy crap all the time but a bunch of robots has them running?” Robots coming out a portal is more alarming than anything P&F have done.

25.”I’m not sure how to word this but I’m sure this whole bit where someone planned out all this crazy stuff in adance that will now help the heroes get ready for the climax is a cliché. It’s also convenient.” Yes, but given how they set it up by establishing they clone Doof’s inventions, it at least makes sense.

26.“But it was obvious in Retrospect” “Buford is now smarter than most of the other kids. Huh.” He’s shown to be slightly smart before and after, how is this a sin?

27.”Quickest Villain Reformation ever.” You know the drill.

28.”How did Monogram and Carl get here so dang fast without anyone noticing?” The first part is fine but the 2nd part doesn’t matter.

29.”. I’d iked to hear Doof’s thoughts on all this. Guess he doesn’t agree cuz he’s locked in that Hannib Lector thing” You just pointed out why this is not a sin.

30.”Both this and the other Vanessa scene feel like those kind of deleted scenes that wouldn’t affected the film all that much if they were left in. The nature of them makes me think they were made FOR this  DVD, almost.” But that would have made Wannessa’s absence later on even more of a sin.

31.”If this was in the movie, it would be the first sign something is up as Doof-1 is pretty okay with her boyfriends usually, while Doof-2 is the “Boyfriend hating Dad” cliché” Yes. You’re point is…

32.”Guess this explains why more memories weren’t erased, but are they really that stupid?…Don’t answer that.” Too Bad: Yes.

SINS POST SIN TALLY: 32

SENTENCE: …

BONUS ROUND: Spelling/Grammar Errors!

(Errors in bold)

33.“or are they just bigger in this dimmension?”

“Wait, so Phineasc just wars a bland shirt-”+2

36.“Phineas looks way older then he did in the Flashback-”

37.“spoiling the twist/joking-”

38.”I don’t to remind but I’ll do it anyway” (Missing the “Need” in there)

39.“It’s set up like this thing with the saftey on will be important, but it never is.”

40..“Ballon-y can be seen all over the place-”

41.“You know some nut out there actually thinks this, thanks to thism ovie.”

42.Too many dumb visuals refernces too count..+

43.“I can’t help but notice that you’re scar goes over your eyepatch”

44.“If he truly meant Leorzna Llamas-”

“I see they save the “charecter finds out the big secret” plot for this movie.” + 2

47.“Gee it’s Trap” (Should be  A trap)

48.“It’s convincent that time works-”

49.“Candace-2 is a dick to the first dimmension people.”

50.“The bat head being from another dimension makes to much sense”

51.“I’m not sure how to word this but I’m sure this whole bit where someone planned out all this crazy stuff in adance-”

52.“Somethng from outside is mistaken for 3D” cliché”

53.“Add a sin of the WOLVERINES bit being a reference-”

54.“(who now has a change of clothes for some reson)”’

55.“. I’d iked to hear Doof’s thoughts on all this. Guess he doesn’t agree cuz he’s locked in that Hannib Lector thing.”

56.“Damn it, I don’t it do this so soon after the last one but…”(Should be “don’t usually”)

SINS POST SIN TALLY: 56

SENTENCE: Eaten by a Goozim

…Well, that was different and fun. For those who don’t follow my DA, check it out for more Sin Sins. Otherwise, head on to SpongeBob Sins next week for the return of it.