#//Just know; he's ABSOLUTELY slipped up and called heroes he knows and admires 'Dad' at least once

[cherriesradio]

Class 1-A relationship headcanons

Part 1 -> https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640877154337538048/mha-relationship-headcanons-class-1-a

Fluff

Mashirao Ojiro

Remember when you where a little kid and would collect flowers at recess and give them to your teacher? Yeah that’s him

Makes little flower crowns

Idk this boy just really likes flowers okay

Their a secret for a while and because he’s not friends with everyone no one really “finds out” and the just tell the class

Aizawa kinda knew they were together the whole time it was obvious it’s just no one paid attention

Y/n is willing to get in fight for people they care for and Ojiro will just pull them away with his tail from beating some kid who made fun of Deku

They call him “Lovely little Monkey” cause he’s only 5’4 or around there and they find it cute

When it gets more serious he makes a vow to them that he will never hit them or hurt them in anyway and it’s the sweetest thing ever

When y/n is having a bad day he’ll just come at them with a million bad puns and pick up lines to make them laugh

Y/n likes wearing his Martial Arts clothes and he’s like “would you actually wanna learn?” And after a second of thinking they nod their head at rapid speed

Denki and y/n are the only people who can touch his tail (him and Denki are great friends try to change my mind)

When he’s a pro hero y/n and him are partners and they don’t tell the public their together

Every fan ships them

So one day they think no one is watching them after a fight and they kiss and congratulate each other on how good they did

Turns out there were a ton of cameras around them and it was on the news

Y/n almost killed the network ngl

Denki Kaminari

He may seem like a perv but he’s only a perv at home don’t worry ❤️

Anyways (cause writing THAT made me uncomfortable)

Y/n makes him study and sometimes he doesn’t and they’ll check to see if he’s studying and at some point their just like

“I’m gonna study with you to make sure you study”

He did study when they were with him :)

Drop kicks Mineta when he hits on y/n even tho he knows y/n and him are dating

When y/n doesn’t know he’s there he’ll go up to them and give them a small zap and they’ll giggle

(Okay druggie Denki coming through) y/n helps him get out of addiction 😌

Puts him in rehab if it’s bad bad

Once Bakugo made fun of their relationship and behind Denki’s back y/n beat him to the ground and the next day he had a black eye and some bruises and Denki was like “bro what happened” “nothin”

They mess with Ojiro’s tail together

Y/n will rant and he just sits staring at them and nodding occasionally

👏watching 👏crappy 👏 tv shows / movies 👏 together 👏👏👏👏👏

When he’s in dumbass mode y/n will throw him over their shoulder and bring him to the dorms and the whole class finds it so funny

On Twitter and other social media they will post a pic of the other and the text is just a keyboard smash

Before they got together he would do that but in the Bakusquad group chat and Bakugo just left the chat at some point cause he was tired of random clearly not asked for pics of y/n and just “akaoqiwbbejwhbwoqj I thinking I’m simping”

Relationship is not a secret whatsoever

He just went up to them in the middle of lunch, got down on one knee, took one of their hands and asked them to go out with him and after bursting into laughter y/n said yes

The embodiment of “COUPLES ARE A COMPETETION AND I AM WINNING HAVE YOU SEEN MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER!?!??”

He’s protective but also if no ones eyeing y/n or hitting on them he’ll low key be offended for y/n like “how dare they not find you to be the hottest/ cutest/ most wonderful being in the universe?”

Kirishima

If y/n is tired after training then he’ll pick them up bridle style and the Bakusquad calls him a simp

It’s literally the most healthy relationship you could ever imagine

Neither will hesitate to call the other out if their being unfair/ not putting effort into the relationship or “unmanly” as Kirishima says

Makes sure each of them get a good amount of self care as well as taking care of the other

Rarely fight, get in arguments but settle it out peacefully and with respect for one another

He would break up with y/n if they make him feel less or like he has to “be good enough for them” because he heavily values self worth because of this insecurity’s in middle school

Y/n makes him feel like he can do anything tho so don’t worry

Sometimes y/n just sits down and stares at Kirishima whiles he’s ranting about something he’s passionate about and smiling

Then he’s like “why are you staring?”

Y/n: *absolutely star struck* “u pretty”

Has hot coco in the summer

Making pillow/ blanket forts and when their done using them jumping on top and destroying them

Y/n will run at him from behind and he hears their footsteps and then shifts to pick them up for a piggy back ride

Swinging their arms around when they hold hands 😫

Y/n snorts when they laugh and their insecure about it and then Kirishima is like “okay then I’ll not try to make them laugh to much so they don’t snort and feeling bad!” And then y/n thinks he’s less interested in them

And then he makes up for it in making them laugh a ton (like to where they start coughing) and cudddle up to them and tell them how he loves their snort

Get each other gifts and ONLY gives them in front of the rest of the class to flaught how much they adore each other

Fist bumps are a form of intimate affection and you can’t change his mind

So are high fives

Even if they break up they will still be really good friends

Kirishima metions how he really likes how Bakugo makes a random food and y/n will force him to teach them how to make it

Forehead kisses Forehead kisses Forehead kisses Forehead kis-

Has a new pet name for each other every day

Fat gum has to approve (he does, he adores y/n)

Kirishima and y/n definitely call him dad

Tamaki meets them and after he tells Kirishima “their really nice you have good taste” and then feels bad because he made it sound like food

All four are just best friends and after the raid y/n totally takes them all out for boba or something like that because they are proud

Kouji Kouda (Koda)

Very, very slow relationship

It was like 6 months in before they kissed

Every time he leaves a room he’ll be like “bye I love you!”

Doesn’t get jealous at all

Like a guy could literally slap their butt and he’ll just sit their like “well that’s not very friendly” and then y/n tells him how it made them uncomfortable and he’s like “OH NO I SHOULD OF HELPED”

Dates at the park

Y/n will see like a squirrel or bird or something and be like “Koda Koda go say hi tell it hi for me please”

The type to look up how to be romantic and he just sits at his computer like “why would I kiss them in the rain????? We would be wet and uncomfortable?????”

First date is at a petting zoo

They (Koda would not propose) proposed at that same petting zoo but made arrangements to where no one else would be there so he wouldn’t be embarrassed

Legit learning Morse code or silent language so he doesn’t have to talk

Little notes left on their desk before their together and y/n’s friends are all like “you have a secret admirer~~~” and he glances over to blushing y/n and stiffens, blushing

Y/n always getting the spiders

At first wanted to do the “cover with a glass slip a piece of paper let it free” method but then he got paranoid they got back in the dorm

At the start of the relationship whenever y/n even breaths he’s staring at the ground blushing

Once they were cuddling and he had his head in their chest (uncomfortable for y/n but they deal) and they started singing and he melt on the spot

When they feel down in the morning and Koda can’t walk with them back to the dorms for whatever reason a trail of little rabbits and other cute animals will follow them trying to cheer them up

Rikidou Satou

Constantly baking for y/n, after something runs out he will have something even better ready to give to them

Teaches has them to bake

Self doubts when y/n is around good looking people and tries to show off his muscles to show that he’s worth them

Y/n knows he deserves them ❤️

Some times he’ll make something super sugary and shares with the class and their all like “????? This is so sugary I can’t eat this???????”

And y/n is munching on it and everyone knows that he makes them stuff like this all the time

“How in the world are you still fit?” “Lots and lots of working out and only eat healthy outside of it. No chips or anything , and it’s fine”

Randomly declares that he loves random thing about them

“I love how their hair smells after they shower!” “Okay Satou anyways when are we gonna-“

Y/n said he was a good kisser once and now every time he sees them walk in the room he makes a kissy face

Taking random walks around campus

And they talk to people they pass by

Like so many people around the school know about them and they become known as “that one really cute walking couple”

#mha #bnha #bnha x reader #ojiro x reader #denki kaminari #denki x reader #Kirishima #kirishima x reader #kouji kouda #Koda x reader

[brokenangelwings22]

Here's probably my only entry for IHweek. I've finally returned to writing. This is an excerpt from chapter 2 of my story Come Back Down to Earth. You can read the first chapter either on AO3 or FanFiction

Confession (IHweek 7/4) Please enjoy!

Chapter 2: Crawled In and Never Left

Give me the chance to tonight

I'll prove to you what's in my eyes

(It’s My Turn To Fly - The Urge - Titan AE soundtrack 2000)

Ichigo considered himself a reasonable man, but his patience was growing thin with his roommate.

“C’mon, man! You had a solid chance with Hime last night!” Renji pleaded with him. “Why are you so obtuse?”

“That’s an awfully big word for you.” Ichigo rolled his eyes at his friend. “Ever think of taking your own advice with Rukia?”

Renji let out a long suffering sigh. “You’re both hopeless, and therefore perfect for each other.”

“I’m perfectly happy with how things are with Hime. I don’t want to chance it.”

Renji pulled out a box of pretzel sticks from the cupboard. He fixed a concerned look on his face, and the seriousness unnerved Ichigo.

“Look. I’m not gonna force you. Even if I think you’re absolutely nuts not to. I will, however, point out that you’re an idiot for not telling her how you feel.” Renji pulled out a piece of pretzel and pointed it at Ichigo to emphasize his thought. “You’re gonna lose her one day if you continue to be ridiculous.”

Ichigo narrowed his eyes as his scowl persisted. “You think I am not aware of that?”

Renji placed the stick between his teeth and grinned toothily. “Yup!”

A sleepy noise came from behind the two men just as Ichigo opened his mouth to snap at his friend.

“Mm morning guys,” Orihime yawned as she stepped into the kitchen. “Any coffee? It’s too early.”

“Sorry Hime. Were we too loud?” Ichigo asked, his previous scowl morphing to something more kind.

“No,” she murmured. Her voice was still thick with sleep. She stumbled a little, bumping into Ichigo. “Oh hi wall. You smell nice.” Orihime leaned into his chest and snuggled him.

There was a strangled sound from Renji as he watched the young woman wrap her arms loosely around Ichigo’s waist. Instinctively, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her to steady her.

“Renji,” Ichigo said softly as to not disturb Orihime. “Please brew some coffee for her.”

“Jeez if I had known that Hime could instantly dissolve your sour mood with an embrace, I’d handcuff you both together.” Renji grumbled and shook his head, walking over to the coffeemaker on the counter.

Ichigo hummed a distracted acknowledgement as he idly stroked Orihime’s long auburn hair. She snuggled into his broad chest further. “Thanks. I’ll move her back to her room.” He was already moving towards the living room as he heard Renji’s snarky reply.

“Oh take your time. I’m merely here to serve.”

~*~*~*~

Ichigo sighed heavily as he stepped out from Orihime’s room and shut the door behind him quietly. He turned to walk down the short hallway, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw his two friends standing a few feet away with evil grins on their faces. Squaring his shoulders and fixing a glare at Renji and Rukia, he taunted “Don’t you both have something better to do? Like, absolutely anything?”

Rukia’s grin sharpened further. “Nah, we’re more interested in heckling you.”

Ichigo grumbled, raking his fingers through his unruly hair. “Yeah yeah. You’re both insufferable.”

He flicked Rukia’s forehead and smacked Renji’s upper back swiftly as he moved to leave.

Rukia’s retort was loud as she declared, “And YOU are the annoying brother I never asked for and yet somehow got!”

Renji’s muttering was barely noticeable under the small woman’s rage. “C’mon, Rukia. Let’s leave him be.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes, stepping around the ornery woman and made his way to the kitchen. Of course, Renji was right. It annoyed him to no end that he hadn’t spoken with Orihime about how he felt towards her. Hell, if he were being honest, he knew that he was in love with her at first sight.

She’d stumbled into his dad’s clinic, buckling under the weight of her brother’s prone body. This girl, only 12 at the time, carried her six foot and change older brother from the scene of the car accident all the way there. She was battered and bruised from the wreckage too. It broke him to his very soul when he had to tell her that his father was unable to save Orihime’s brother. The ambulance Isshin had called to rush him to the trauma ward of the hospital had simply not gotten there in enough time.

He did his best to console Orihime, who collapsed in a heap on the clinic floor. Her clothes were soiled with dirt and caked in her brother’s blood.

Yuzu had entered the room, and with a kind and understanding voice, ushered the broken girl to the bathroom to wash up. Orihime stayed at his house for several days, mostly walking around with mechanical movements, much like a zombie or a robot, just going through the motions of a semblance of normalcy. At night she’d cry herself to sleep. Ichigo stayed by her side when she was awake, and would help her to bed when she could barely stay up right.

Slowly, but surely, Orihime processed the loss of her brother. Ichigo stuck to her like glue, promising her and to himself that he would always be there to protect her. Orihime professed her gratitude to him soon after she moved back to her apartment, telling him that she was eternally grateful for everything he had done. As time went on, they became inseparable. They went to the same middle school and then high school, which introduced them to new friends that they quickly established into a tight-knit group.

Orihime had grown up beautifully. Her smile, warm and bright, had the ability to render him speechless and lightheaded. He felt invincible and vulnerable all at once. Far too many times, their friends would catch him when he was slack-jawed and mindless, teasing him mercilessly when Orihime wasn’t looking.

He began calling her ‘Hime’ their senior year. He hadn’t meant to, but it just slipped out. She had been followed by a group of boys who often flocked around her, taken by her beauty and her curvaceous body. One of them had ventured to put a hand on her shoulder without permission and Ichigo had snapped. Any restraint he had frayed instantly and before he understood what was happening, he had slammed the cretin against the wall and threatened him.

“You don’t touch women without consent, especially Hime.” He growled at the other guy, clenching the offending limb.

Orihime had called his name softly, telling Ichigo to let the man go, and he had simultaneously dropped him and her request. Ichigo made it a point to be by her side every chance he had. To protect her, love her from a distance if need be. It was enough, at that time.

But once Ichigo, Orihime and their friends entered university, the strain to keep a tight seal over his feelings became increasingly more difficult. His best friend flourished in academics and her social life expanded to include other people outside of their small group. With that also came obstacles, and Ichigo had to fend off more than a few of Orihime’s admirers.

Ichigo gripped the handle of the carafe of coffee angrily at the memory. The steam and scent of the hot brew brought him back to the present. He sighed after loosening his grip and poured two cups, adding cream and sugar to Orihime’s.

Soft footfalls behind him reached his ears, along with a quiet yawn. A grin spread on his lips as Orihime came into view.

Orihime blinked away the remnants of sleep from her eyes, smiling brightly at Ichigo when he offered her the cup he’d gotten for her.

Taking a big sip, she sighed happily. “Thanks, Ichigo. You always know how to make my coffee just how I like it.”

Ichigo smiled gently at her, shrugging his broad shoulders. “Well, after knowing you for ten years, I’d like to think I know you well enough to get your preferences right.”

Orihime giggled and gazed up at him from behind the mug pressed to her lips. “You do, and I’m grateful for that. Lord knows why Rukia insists on adding extra sugar and Tatsuki puts in too little cream. You are a hero among men, good sir.”

Ichigo’s smile widened at Orihime’s playfulness. “I try my best, m’lady.”

“Where are Rukia and Renji?” Orihime asked as she looked around the kitchen.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Hopefully somewhere off annoying someone else more deserving.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

Orihime snorted bemusedly, shaking her head in disbelief as he tried to sound convincingly bored and grumpy. She raised her hand to place it on his right cheek in a fond manner.

“What am I going to do with you?” Her question came out more flirtatious than she intended.

Ichigo’s eyes widened at her sweet gesture and instantly leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and revelling in it. He had never realized how touch starved he truly was until Orihime would step into his personal space with her warm smile and kind gaze. It was as if that one thing, a fleeting brush of her fingers, or a soothing embrace had the ability to heal his wounded heart or eradicate any scar left on his soul.

Losing his mother at such a young age had made him a hardened and angry child. He blamed himself for her death, believing that if he had done something, spent more time with her, taken care of her and his sisters more, that she may very well have recovered from cancer. But his father had explained to him many times that the disease was caught too late, and the malignancy had metastasized from her cervix to her uterus and ovaries very quickly. Ichigo was still struggling with the loss of his mother two years later, when Orihime stumbled into their clinic with her brother.

He’d figured that no matter how miserable and heart wrenching it was, he had found purpose in consoling Orihime. It gave him unbelievable strength to bond with her over the loss. Helping her ultimately helped him as well in the end. The desire to be with her only grew. It had crawled in and never left. He’d become greedy for it, overthrown by his desperation to be close to the light that was Orihime.

She continued to lightly graze his cheekbone with soft brushes against him, her warm fingers causing pleasant tingles on his skin.

Orihime cupped the side of his face as she watched in awe how he was drawn to her touch, feeling the soft smile that pulled at his lips. When he raised his hand to place it over hers, she felt herself being pulled by an invisible force, almost magnetic. He had always been like that, and she adored being the one that he let in entirely. She stroked his cheek and began to pull her palm away until he held fast to her. His eyes fluttered open, and the look he had in them made the breath catch in her throat.

“Ichi-“ she murmured breathlessly.

The raw emotion that flashed in his dark amber gaze made her spine tingle, her heart stutter and her cheeks warm. He had the ability to render her tongue-tied with the flicker of something deep and foreign to her. Ichigo pulled her into his arms, finally allowing her hand to move, and she found herself slipping it to the back of his neck and burying her fingers into his soft hair. He wrapped his arms about her, pulling her to his lean, muscular body and sighed happily as Orihime sifted her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp comfortingly.

Orihime pressed her ear over his heart, as he towered over her five foot one frame. The thumping, strong sound of it beating quieted her mind immediately. He slid his hands up and down her back, and she felt herself melt into it.

“I… I just need this, Hime.” Ichigo’s whisper filtered into her ear as he pressed his lips to her temple, sending a shiver through her body. Though quiet, she heard the fervency in his tone. She nodded against him, continuing her movements through his hair. She felt him shudder in their embrace and the breathless ‘thank you’ that he uttered.

“Were you thinking about something?” Orihime whispered back, her eyebrows drawing inwards as the possibility fluttered through her mind.

Ichigo nodded, letting out a stuttering sigh. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’m better now.”

She hummed thoughtfully at his response, resigning herself to his simple answer. She wouldn’t push him further.

Finally Ichigo pulled back from her to look her in the eyes. His gaze was still intense, as it flickered with what she could only identify as resolve and something far much more akin to what she assumed she wore as an expression often in his presence. It made her heart skip a beat and her mind to race at the possibilities.

“Hime,” he murmured. The way he said her name was like an urgent plea. It caused her stomach to swoop down like she was on an out of control rollercoaster. She waited on baited breath as he gathered his thoughts.

Ichigo’s mind was restless. His need to put into words how he felt about her, loved her, desired her rushed through and permeated the recesses of his brain. He should’ve been used to the intensity of it by now, but he most certainly wasn’t. The way she watched him gave him strength to form the words, stilling the overbearing thoughts warring to leave his mouth.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered. His simple response was anything but, knowing deep down that this could make or break their friendship. The smile she gave him nearly shut down his brain entirely.

“What took you so long?” Orihime breathed before Ichigo’s mouth was on hers, his lips holding nothing back as kissed her with all the desperation and hunger of a man starved. The radiating joy splashed over the burning desire thundering through his veins.

Orihime parted her lips as she let out a sound that would’ve embarrassed her outside of this situation. Instead, she felt exhilarated to an immeasurable degree. Her body quaked at the reverence and pure heat he poured into it. It was as if the dam of years of keeping everything bottled up in fear of losing each other burst and flooded them all at once.

She clenched her fingers in his hair as he delved his tongue into her mouth. Orihime felt her body fight between melting and being drawn taught, like a string on a bow. Ichigo’s hands slid down to her hips, flexing and gripping at her flannel pajama pants and flesh. She angled her head when he held her firmly, seeking out his tongue with her own.

Ichigo was quickly lost in the taste of her skin, the sounds she made and the feel of her. His nerve endings felt like they had caught fire. It was a sensory overload in everything Orihime. If he didn’t think he was greedy before, he certainly was now.

~~~(TBC)~~~

I certainly hope you all liked this! I should have the chapter finished bit up fairly soon. Thanks so much for reading!

Also— I’m uncertain why this isn’t showing up in the tags, so I’ll try it again.

#ihweek2021 #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #ichigo x orihime

[green-writes-sanderssides]

You know the loving Virgil hcs? Well I'm awake at 4 am you know what that means??

Roman stans it's YOUR TURN let's get some LOVE UP IN THIS PRINCE

Once again can be interpreted as romantic platonic queerplatonic whatever but we all know Roman’s a gay disaster so LET’S GO

Thomas

Once he finally realizes how fucking INSECURE roman is he's like

Alright. Time to get this man some self care

So. Many. Improv sessions.

They'll have the other sides as an audience and sometimes they'll give prompts

Every time by the end of it Thomas and Roman are just laughing their asses off

They'll have brainstorming sessions together and get each other super hyped up the energy is RIDICULOUS

Then Thomas will be like "Roman you're a GENIUS!"

And god Roman just. Beams. Just that one compliment got him as happy as he was when Thomas was in a Disney show

Whenever Thomas suddenly feels insecure he immediately checks in on Roman

Sometimes this leads to face masks and relaxation and other times they just collapse on the couch together and try to get through it with a nap

But no matter what, they have each other to get through it with

Patton

Patton ends up the one praising him the most he just wants his boy to be HAPPY okay

But it doesn't really take cause Roman doesn't quite believe it

He thinks that's just Patton being a Dad(TM) and pitying him and Patton's gotta be like. No. I mean all of it.

They have to have a talk and Roman does not enjoy addressing all of his insecurities so directly, but by the end of it he's openly weeping in Patton's arms

Roman has always loved Patton’s room

He goes there when he needs a reminder of everything they’ve accomplished

Patton didn’t realize why Roman was doing it before, but now every time he finds Roman in there he reminds him that the future is just as bright

They reminisce together AND talk about everything to come

They both love to cuddle but they’re also both big spoons so they fight about who gets to hold the other

Patton usually wins because Roman secretly loves to be held as well

Patton likes to make flower crowns and he makes them for Roman the most

“A flower crown for a flowering prince!”

From then on Roman makes Patton so many damn flowers it’s ridiculous

There’s blue and pink flowers all over the house because there’s no more space for them in Patton’s room

#flowerboys

Logan

Their arguments turn into Logan aggressively praising Roman

“YOUR WORK IS AMAZING YOU GODDAMN IDIOT”

Despite this Roman still tries so hard to impress him

At some point Logan slips and says Roman already impresses him plenty and Roman’s like

What.

“I said you already impress me, Roman. Your creative ideas and dedication to your work is impeccable.”

Roman.exe has stopped responding

No but seriously Roman starts crying and Logan has no idea what to do

They have an awkward but nice hug

After that Logan does his best to throw in casual compliments on any of Ro’s work

Neither of them realized how much Roman needed specifically Logan to praise him

Look I’m not TRYING to make this gay this is just CANON

Roman starts actively coming to Logan to show off his work, always beaming with pride and a little nervous energy

Logan learns to only critique him if he asks for it, and they work together to make wonderful things

Virgil

He was the first to pick up on how insecure Roman was back before he was accepted

He never did anything about it because he assumed Ro wouldn’t care about his opinion

Lol yeah no he was very wrong and he didn’t realize that until the 12 Days of Christmas fiasco

The first time Virgil compliments him it’s just like “hey that’s a cool drawing” and Ro just freezes

“...You think so?”

Virgil realizes he has a lot of work to do but Roman deSERVES IT

Hey remember in the loving Virgil hcs I said Virge is just as protective over Roman?

Yeah when he hears about what happened in POF he’s ready to kill a snake

Of course that doesn’t happen and things turn out fine but the point is Virgil. will. kill. for. Roman.

Even Remus learns to fear Virgil’s wraith when it comes to Ro

When Roman realizes this he’s like okay but why?

“I don’t know. You just... deserve it?”

Truth is Virgil knows all the dark sides (including himself) have unfairly targeted him over the years and he wants to make sure that never happens again

All Roman can do is smile, thank him, and promise Virgil that he will always protect him, too

I’m sorry y’all I’m too soft for these two

Janus

Out of everyone, Janus has the most work to do

He screwed up the moment he used Roman’s insecurities against him

When he’s accepted fully, Roman admits that he may never fully trust him, but he can at least value his input

While that would be enough for Janus, he doesn’t give up that easily

He first asks Virgil for advice and he’s like “Have you considered HAVING AN HONEST CONVERSATION WITH HIM?”

“Yeah but he won’t trust my word”

Virgil, the master of seeing through Janus’s bullshit, comes with a genius idea

So they go to Roman and teach him how to tell when Janus lies

It goes surprisingly well

Janus: “I’ve always admired you, Roman.”

Roman: “I don’t get it. He didn’t show any tells that time.”

Virgil: “That’s because he’s tELLING THE TRUTH YOU IDIOT”

Roman.exe has stopped responding pt.2

Now every time Janus lies Roman goes “That’s a lie~” in a sing-song voice

Janus would be annoyed but he can’t help finding it endearing

“You’re absolutely hideous. I find your work just appalling. I don’t love you-”

“JANUS PLEASE-”

Okay this is getting too long Janus and Roman are just too powerful rijvnrfv

Remus (do not tag as ship)

This is where I start crying

It’s Roman who reaches out to Remus. It’s the hardest thing he has ever had to do.

He apologizes for abandoning him, for not understanding him, for being a bad brother

Remus doesn’t take it seriously. He doesn’t know how to take anything seriously, but Roman is insistent

“But that’s just our dynamic! The good and evil twins!”

“It doesn’t have to be, Reem”

The nickname brings him back to their childhood, and Remus gets angry

Roman listens and takes the yelling, and by the end of it Remus is crying and collapsing into Roman’s arms

It takes work on both sides. Remus has forgotten how to treat Roman like a brother, and Roman has forgotten how to interact with Remus in general

But this is about loving Roman so let’s get back to that

Remus loves to tackle hug Roman

He calls it “glomping” just to annoy him and Ro nearly murders him every time

“THIS ISN’T THE EARLY 2000′s ANYMORE PLEASE STOP”

Half of their dynamic is trying to kill each other but in a loving way

The pranks. Oh gods poor Janus cause you know they target him

Who else are they gonna prank? Virgil is flight or fight, Logan doesn’t have fun reactions, and Patton is too sweet. Sorry Janus get PRANK’D

Remus used to be so good at comforting him and the day Roman comes to him again for that same comfort it’s so hard for Remus not to just break down crying

Roman has a nightmare and he’s like “The only nightmare in your life should be me!”

Just... brothers, man. Let them be brothers.

Roman

He’s always been prideful, but they all see the difference.

Thomas sees it in the laughter of their practice performances

Patton sees it in the way he bounces about, always ready to take on something new

Logan sees it in their work sessions, taking criticism like a champ and striving to improve

Virgil sees it in the statements of confidence he always spoke, now with something much more true in his expression

Janus and Remus see it in his smile, the one they haven’t seen since they were children

And with his new - but not new - energy, he brings everyone up

Roman’s their hero once again, but not in the same way as before: Roman saves them every time he creates,

Every time he smiles,

And every time he gets to be unapologetically himself.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #ts fic #prinxiety #logince #royality #roceit #creativitwins #are yall crying cause i am #thoman #romas #loving hcs series #someday i will make one for each side

[nexmakesquestionablefics]

Dash wants to romance Phantom and he should do it - Chapter 1

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Tags: Dash Baxter/Danny Fenton, Kwan, Fluff, ship, Danny is an idiot, hurt/comfort, angst, dating, secret exposed

Summary:  Dash had a big secret: he was a hopeless romantic. Taking that a step further, he was hugely pansexual. Put those together and you had a big idiot that had lots of love to give, but nobody to spoil with it. What else could he do but fall hard and fast for Amity Park's hero, Danny Phantom?

you can read it on Ao3 here, along with several new chapters, but otherwise i figured i should get this tumblr running properly and i figured why not do it with a ship fic

Dash Baxter had a terrible, horrid, mind-blowing secret; probably the biggest secret in all of history. The truth is, he was a giant sap. Furthermore, and perhaps worse, he was an absolutely hopeless romantic.

He watched the romance channel every night, eyes glued to the screen with his chihuahua, Pooky, sat in his lap, gazing with the same rapt attention as his owner. It was his favorite time of the day, when he could go home and be himself… well, sort of. His parents would definitely skin him alive if they knew about what he fantasized about (cruises in the moonlight… wide-blown confessions… desperate tears as his lover is begged to stay…). They probably wouldn’t appreciate his sexuality much, either, which he’d figured was pan at this point.

And here was where the main problem cropped up: when Dash fell for someone, he fell hard. Snap his nose, shatter his skull, brain oozing out the ears hard. To make matters worse, he just happened to be attracted to the one man literally all of Amity Park was after as well- Danny Phantom.

Everybody else just wanted Phantom because he was a hero, Dash was sure, but there was so much more to the teenage hero than just the heroics (even though they were fucking amazing!). For instance, the way he grinned after finally beating down a stubborn ghost and it seemed to light up the sky. How he went cackling into a battle at his own horrible jokes. How his hair fluffed cutely when he slowed down to land. How his eyes literally shone with determination and bravery.

Suffice to say, Dash could go on for hours.

Phantom was strong where Dash was weak, brave where he cowered, and beautiful where he was rough.

It was honestly pathetic how badly Dash swooned for the ghost.

---

Dash slid in beside Kwan at their usual table; they were the first ones there, and simultaneously glanced around to make sure no one was in earshot.

“So I got the pictures,” Kwan mumbled, sliding them over face down like some sort of shady dealer.

“Thanks, Kwan. I knew I could count on you.” Dash palmed the photos and tried to discreetly look at them under the table. Looking back at him were several snapshots of Danny Phantom in the middle of battle; most stunning was the one where Phantom was inches from fucking roundhouse kicking some ghost in the face.  

“I thought you’d like them,” Kwan said, a little too smug, having seemingly have seen some reaction in Dash’s face, “they were in super high demand when I got there.” He sighed, looking over Dash’s shoulder at the pictures, “Phantom’s just so damn flexible… ”

“Imagine all the spider-man kisses…” he mumbled without thinking, but Kwan just sighed in sympathy.

Kwan was the absolute one and only person he’d ever told about the whole romance thing. Dash had been worried he’d laugh, but he was his best friend. They’d both been sat in front of the tv watching the romance channel within the hour. He couldn’t ask for a better best friend.

Finally, the other A-listers began to join them, so Dash tucked the pictures away and settled into the routine of gossip.

---

It’d been a long, long , wait, chocked full of flustered planning, working part time jobs, and reciting, but Dash finally had everything ready to confess.

To fucking confess!

“I’m gonna throw up,” he told Kwan through the bouquet of flowers he was clutching to his chest.

“No you’re not,” he reassured, “you know why?”

“Why…?”

“Because Danny Phantom is waiting for you!”

“...No he’s not? I haven’t told him yet.” Was this some kind of metaphor? He didn’t get metaphors.

“Huh? No, I meant, uh…” Kwan visibly struggled to salvage the conversation, “I meant kinda figuratively? Like… he’s waiting but he just doesn’t know it yet?”

Dash scratched his head, “I guess…?”

“...Whatever,” Kwan flapped his hands at him, shooing him toward the door, “go get in position and I’ll track him down, okay?”

“Alright. Good luck out there!”

“You too, Baxter,” Kwan called, waving optimistically over  his shoulder.

Dash took a deep breath in, then out, both ways trembling, before finally turning and jogging off to the confession site.

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If everything went right, the plan would go as following: Kwan tracks Phantom down after a fight and asks him- begs, if necessary, that the ghost come to Amity Park’s gardens for ‘something important.’ There was a trail of roses at the entrance, leading deeper in until it came to the secluded spot that Dash sat waiting on one of the fancy benches, wearing one of his Dad’s fancy jackets and his best clothes. Dash would stand, give him, the bouquet, and then his speech… and ask him out.

In theory it was fine… but now that he was here, it felt like he was gonna pass out. He went too far, didn’t he? The trail of roses was too much- way too sappy. And what the hell kind of bouquet was he even holding!? He’d tried to use flower meanings to his advantage, but now it looked like all the colors were clashing. There was way too much. It was actually kind of heavy- or was that just his nerves? Dash lowered the bouquet to rest in his lap and wiped his forehead with his forearm.

Oh god, was he going to sweat through his clothes? Was he about to confess to his only love while there were growing sweat stains under his pits? It was about time to call this off; it was fine, they could reschedule, Phantom popped up several times a day and-

Dash flinched as his phone buzzed in his pocket, alerting him to a text from Kwan. ‘Hes coming ur way!!!’ it read.

Dash scrambled to make himself look halfway decent, sitting ramrod straight on the edge of the bench. A second later he smacked himself and leaned back, trying to look confident. He threw his arm over the back of the bench, but second guessed it after remembering the sweat.

Just be polite, he snapped at himself, before settling back with his hands in his lap, bouquet leaning against his chest.

He liked it when the characters in his shows were nervous to confess, but absolutely hated it for himself. How did they deal with this?

Dash waited for about another five excruciating minutes before he caught a bit of movement in the corner of his eye and saw Phantom coming around the corner- he hadn’t even heard him coming, oh god.

The A-lister stood, quickly smoothing down his clothes. Phantom seemed to have been collecting the roses as he went, now holding a small handful of them close to his chest. There also seemed to be a nasty looking bruise on his neck, just barely visible thanks to the high neckline of his suit. When the ghost finally looked up and saw Dash having an internal crisis a ways away, his eyes went comically wide (actually that was really cute…).

“Phant-om,” he began, his voice cracking on the very first fucking word, “uh, first of all, I’m really, really happy you could meet me here. Second…” Dash trailed off;  his nerves were frying his memory. He saw Phantom take a breath to speak and panicked, quickly thrusting the bouquet toward him. “This is for you!”

The ghost fumbled it for a second, what with already holding the other flowers he’d picked up along the way. The bouquet looked huge in his hands; it also looked prettier in his hands. Less child’s-hateful-crayon-art and more graceful-rainbow-over-the-sea.

Dash tried to take a steadying breath and spoke softly, “so I know you definitely have a lot of  admirers… like a lot a lot, but… I decided that I couldn’t live without- that I couldn’t go on without at least trying. ” He felt a hot wash of shame at the slip up, but he couldn’t stop now, “I-I see you fight and you make me brave, I see you smile and my whole world lights up. You’re just- you’re beautiful and amazing and- and…” Dash finally made eye contact, remembering that confidence in these situations was important, when his mind blanked. Oh god- oh god- Phantom was blushing a green glow. That was kinda weird- actually nevermind- that was fucking adorable.

Phantom glanced away and laughed nervously, “Dash, I uh-”

“W-wait, let me finish,” he cut in quickly, in a bit of a panic, “please,” tacked unhelpfully onto the end. Phantom shifted awkwardly, but nodded; Dash would have missed the way he held the flowers a little closer to him, if not for the subtle crinkle of their wrapping.

He huffed and forced himself to continue, “the- the point is! ...It’s…” the script was a mess at this point… “it’s that you mean more to me than you’ll ever know and… I want you to go out with me. Please. I-...” he nodded with finality, blushing madly. He’d botched that so bad. He screwed up, hadn’t he? Oh god… Kwan was gonna be so disappointed in him…

Phantom took a deep breath and shifted the bouquet to one arm so he could rub the back of his neck. “...I, uh,” he began after awhile, “I really, really appreciate this, but,” Dash’s heart sunk in his chest- more realistically, actually, it hit the bottom of his stomach with a loud clatter. Phantom must’ve heard it, because he quickly went on, “a relationship with me of all would get really complicated really fast. I, uh, I don’t wanna pin that on anybody. Especially not you. Dash. So…”

Dash blinked stupidly for a second. “...You mean the ghost fighting? I know- I know! A-and I’m prepared for that! I thought it all out- you could go out and fight ghosts, no problem, but when you’re done, I’d be waiting for you back at home!”

Phantom gave him an odd look, “...home?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Dash fumbled, suddenly embarrassed again, “I figured you lived in the ghost zone or something and that you could just come to my place whenever we wanted to hang. ...That! Also! Solves the whole thing about you being super famous and all, y’know?” Dash began gesturing wildly, his nerves getting the better of him at this point, “you don’t even have to tell anybody we’re dating! I know everybody’d be super pissed if you did. This whole thing can just be our little secret!”

The ghost winced before he could cover it up, “about secrets… there’s a lot I can’t tell you. About myself. About ghosts. It’s just… Dash. You’re- you’re a great guy and all, but… a relationship with me would seriously be a bad move.” Dash was about to cut in, but Phantom talked over him, “can’t you do better than a secretive, dead guy, who fights other dead guys for a living? Your still in highschool. Uh, aren’t you? So- so at the very least, go and like… be with somebody that can actually contribute to the relationship.” He shrugged awkwardly, “or, I dunno, marry some rich dude and ride out life with money instead. Whatever suits you.”

Dash saw his chance and snagged it with both hands, “ you suit me,” he blurted.

Phantom gave him a look and Dash would’ve fainted right then and there if it weren’t for the telling blush that came with it (those piercing green eyes could give grown men heart attacks, honestly).

“That’s not- ugh. Dash-” Phantom huffed in frustration.

“No! Okay, listen up, Danny Phantom,” the ghost seemed to twitch at the use of his full name, “I think you’re fucking amazing! I’ve been a huge fan since you just started out saving people. And the day that we both got shrunk super puny and had to run around a lot- that was really really tiring, but not the point! That was the best day I ever had!” Was he shaking? He was definitely shaking; he was practically yelling at Amity Park’s hero to date him. “There’s nobody else that I would even dream of being with other than you! I- I’ve…

“I’ve fantasized this moment a thousand times.” Dash swallowed thickly and deflated. “And I just… it would make me so happy if you agreed to go out with me.”

Phantom looked terribly conflicted- maybe even a little dazed. The longer Dash looked at him, the more he started to notice how banged up he seemed. Oh, right; Kwan had pulled him right out of a fight, without even giving him a chance to go rest up. Dash was swamped with a sudden guilt- Phantom had dragged himself way out here to listen to his blabbering while all Dash had been worried about were sweat stains and color coordination… oh god.

Quickly, Dash began patting his pockets, some of his nerves finally falling away now that he realized how bad he’d fucked up. He pulled out an antiseptic spray and bandages before offering them to Phantom. “I’m so, so sorry- I didn’t think you’d actually be, like, hurt hurt…”

“What? It’s fine, it happens all the time, uh…” the ghost awkwardly set the bouquet on the bench (very gently…) and took both items.

Shit, the ghost. “Wait, do ghosts even use that stuff? Dammit, I’m sorry…!”

“Again, it’s fine, chill. Just… why do you carry these around with you?”

“...Uhhh-”

“Duh, nevermind, most haunted city in America. My bad.” Phantom devolved into mumbling as he tore off a bit of bandages and reached below his neckline to press it, presumably, to his collar bone. When he pulled back, the bandages were dripping with green. He tore off more and repeated the process.

Dash watched for a moment before the guilt finally overtook and any hope of romance steadily fell away. He shuffled to the bench and sat down with a long sigh. “You can keep those. And… and you don’t have to answer all my earlier stuff. Not now- and… well, I guess not ever. ...Though I doubt I’ll stop coming to your fights.”

Phantom watched him warily for a second before floating to the bench and sitting down as well, leaving the bouquet to rest between them.

This is where there would be some beautiful parallel drawn between love and their relationship or some such, but Dash sucked at poetry and he wasn’t anywhere near smart enough to make metaphors on his own. So he just looked around the garden while Phantom dealt with the wound.

“...I didn’t take you for the romantic type…” the ghost mumbled after awhile.

Dash found his face flushing slightly, “uh, yeah… it’s sorta my secret.”

“I didn’t take you for being, what, gay? Either.”

“I’m pansexual,” Dash watch the collection of wadded bandages glow a collective, soft green, “and yeah… I guess that’s my other secret. I’m part of the A-list at school- they’re the best of the best. Cream of the crop. We’re the cool kids. The best- ”

“I get it,” Phantom huffed, but didn’t seem upset at all.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. But yeah, I’d definitely get kicked out of the A-list if they knew about this stuff… well, my best friend knows, but he’s cool.”

Phantom hummed and they fell into silence. Dash felt like he should be apologizing, but he didn’t want to ruin this more than he already had. It’d just be a broken record anyway. He sort of wanted to go home and try to forget this ever happened (a lost cause), but he didn’t want to just ditch Phantom after all he’d suddenly sprung on the wounded ghost. That would just be downright unforgivable. Could he walk Phantom home? Was that possible?

Just when he was working up the courage to ask, Phantom spoke first, “what would you even want out of dating me?”

Dash blinked owlishly at him, though the ghost wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Uh, duh! You? I already said all that stuff about you being super cool and heroic and awesome and pretty, didn’t I?” Phantom seemed to choke a little at that last one; he’d have to remember that. “I just wanna get to know you and, like, do stuff with you and… y’know! Dating stuff! We could watch movies together late at night, we could kissss? We could, uh, share food, share stories, just… date! We could make each other happy and all that.”

Phantom seemed to visibly flounder for a long moment, having set aside the bandages in favor of resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. A scowl slowly stretched across his face until, finally, he groaned and leaned back into the bench. “...Y’know what,” he mumbled.

“What,” Dash parroted, even though he was pretty sure that was rhetorical. For some reason, his heart was pounding again.

“...I’ll date you,” Phantom mumbled, watching him out of the corner of his eye.

A grin broke across Dash’s face, but he had to slap a hand across it before he squealed in front of his crush like an idiot.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fic #phic #dash/danny #danny/dash #danny fenton #dash baxter #took me literal months just to make my first actual post #not a great start but it's fine

[superdorkcat]

Problem Child AU

TL;DR: A Dad For One AU where in Izuku’s a chaotic good homeless runaway attending U.A. while hiding out from his abusive super villain dad.

Side note: This was way longer than I expected it to be (1K+ words), so I might do a part two later on down the line.

Okay, so Dad For One is a thing in this AU and when Izuku turns four, he and Inko are brought to AFO’s hideout so that Ujiko can run tests on Izu to see if he inherited All For One

He didn’t, he’s Quirkless like he was at the start of the series, but Tomura becomes quite fond of Izuku and Inko while they’re there and Inko winds up finding out that Hisashi Midoriya = AFO so they just end up,,, staying there

AFO is FAR from a good dad - he only romanced Inko as part of a side project to see if he could replicate All For One and only keeps Izuku around ‘cause Tomura likes him, Izu might as well be his pet in AFO’s eyes

At first, Izuku actually likes living with AFO. He likes that they’re a family together - him, his mom, his dad, big brother Tomura, and Mr. Kurogiri.

But, Izuku’s a smart kid. He begins to notice things. He begins to notice the pure, unrestrained hatred that his dad has for heroes that he’s passing down to Tomura, how Tomura seems to see Dad more like a god than as a dad. He begins to notice the way his mom’s eyes slightly widen in fear whenever Izuku goes to spend alone time with Dad. He begins to notice that his dad’s doctor spends a weird amount of time around the house. How him and Dad always talk about something called “Nomus”. Conversations that, while Izuku’s still too young to understand the science talk behind them, still manage to send a shiver down his spine.

There are bright spots, though. Tomura is just the greatest big brother that Izuku could ask for and Kurogiri always treats him with such kindness that Izuku sees him as part of his family. But the dark areas just get bigger with time.

Eventually, AFO figures out that Izuku’s onto him and things just go down from there. It gets to the point where the thought of AFO giving him a hug terrifies Izuku way more than if AFO were to just hit him.

What finally pushes Izuku into running away is the AFO-All Might fight. Seeing his now faceless father laugh like an utter lunatic and brag about how he weakened All Might, how he kickstarted the slow, lingering death of the Symbol of Peace, even while heavily injured himself just proves too much for Izuku to bear. He’s been devising a plan to run away for a year now, the fight is just the catalyst he needs to go through with it.

So he does. Thus begins the chronicles of Izuku Midoriya: Street Rat

Izuku constantly moves from place to place, never staying in the same place for long. He also develops a somewhat flexible sense of morality. He’s not morally ambiguous or some gritty anti-hero though, just even more chaotic good than canon. 

Stealing is still a no-no for him, so he takes up any and all odd jobs that are capable of being done by a kid in the area he’s currently staying in for money that he can use for essentials. He becomes good at living on an incredibly small budget.

He passes off his talent for analyzing Quirks as a Quirk analyzing Quirk since Quirkless people are so rare.

Izuku also gets good at moving in back alleys, avoiding hero patrol patterns and sneaking through villain territory during this time. If he runs into a villain, they could turn him in to AFO. If he runs into a hero, they’ll try to help him and should AFO ever come for him, Izuku… Well, he would never forgive himself if AFO did anything to hurt them. (He also doesn’t approach a shelter or the Bakugous for the same reason.)

That being said, Izuku also winds up having to lose heroes a fair amount of time, so he gets pretty good at outmaneuvering people. 

Izuku develops a habit of keeping no more personal items than can be kept in a backpack that he carries with him at all times

He also starts writing his Quirk analysis's down in code, a habit he picked up living with AFO. After all, you never know when someone might be spying on you. He also sleeps with a knife under his pillow, another habit derived from AFO’s shitty parenting.

He’s a l w a y s ready to write in his Quirk notebooks. He tries to keep himself from muttering (you never know when someone might be listening) most of the time, but he slips up whenever he gets really excited.

Izuku still wants to become a hero, so he heads to Musutafu when he becomes old enough for U.A.’s entrance exam. He moves into an abandoned warehouse relatively near U.A.

Izuku gets a part-time job so that he can get more money for things and spends almost all of his time when he’s not there studying for the written part of the U.A. entrance exam (since, while he was being homeschooled by Kurogiri when he was living with AFO, he hasn’t had any sort of education since he ran away so the written portion is his largest hurdle for getting in)

Izuku does a good job in the practical portion of the exam, maneuvering around the robots and pressing their deactivation switches. He barely passes the written portion. He gets in.

All of Izuku’s classmates notice things about him. How he’s always carrying his backpack around, like he’s almost afraid that he’ll lose it if he’s away from it. The fact that his analysis Quirk can be wrong, something that’s incredibly rare for Quirks of that type. How he’s walks on eggshells when around All Might. All of this, while it doesn’t make his class like him any less, certainly mark Izuku as an odd individual in their eyes.

Also, since the only person around Izuku’s age when he was living with AFO was Tomura and how after he ran away, he never really interacted much with his peers, Izuku is incredibly rusty when interacting with his schoolmates. Teachers? No prob. People his own age? His has little to no social skills, someone help him.

Because of the timeline of when Izuku came to live with AFO, him and Bakugou are still friends. However, Bakugou quite understandably wants to know where Izuku’s been all this time and what his deal is, which Izuku can’t tell him for obvious reasons. As a result, there’s a bit of tension between them.

Izuku did not see All Might being a teacher at U.A. coming. While Izuku still heavily admires All Might, he was planning on doing so from a distance, on account of being the son of All Might’s arch-enemy and all. As a result, as mentioned above, Izuku is incredibly nervous around him. Izuku also feels misplaced guilt regarding All Might’s weakening since AFO is his dad, so he tends to apologize for it. This is complicated by the fact that All Might has absolutely no idea that AFO is Izuku’s dad or that Izuku knows that he’s weaker, leading to him being very Concerned.

All Might, shortly after the USJ incident, sobbing on the phone to Gran Torino: Young Midoriya said “I’m sorry”, Torino! “I’M SORRY”! He apologized for being threatened by villains! Who hurt him?!?!?

So All Might tries to reach out to Izuku, telling him that he’s there whenever he needs to talk. However, that just sets Izuku on edge because “hE kNoWs”. So All Might tries to reach out to Izuku as Small Might, which just freaks out Izuku even more. Basically Dad Might trying to dad while Izuku does his best to avoid him at all costs.

Izuku gets dubbed a problem child much earlier than in canon and the phrase becomes pretty much synonymous with him, hence the name of the AU. Problem Child is to Izuku Midoriya as Symbol of Peace is to All Might.

#my hero academia #bnha au #problem child au #dad for one #izuku midoriya #all for one #inko midoriya #tomura shigaraki #kurogiri #toshinori yagi #katsuki bakugou

[sdottkrames]

The World was Wide Enough

@comfortember prompt 8: lashing out 

Summary: Peter finds out about Siberia. He’s not very happy about the way Captain America treated his dad mentor. So when he gets hurt on patrol and it’s Cap who comes to help him? Some words are said.

Notes: I’ve had this idea in my head for a long long time, and finally worked up the nerve to do it. I hope y’all like it! 

Also, I do NOT hate Steve. I hated Civil War and how they portrayed Tony with a passion, but I adore Steve Rogers with all my heart. Mkay?

Read on AO3: Here

Peter hadn’t meant to hear. He was simply walking by and heard Tony’s voice. He sounded agitated and Peter had just wanted to see if he was okay.

“Listen, guys, I appreciate you apologizing, but what’s done is done. Give it a rest.” Tony said.

“I just...I’m sorry, Tony.” That was Steve. What were they talking about?

“I am as well. Tony, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they were your parents,” Bucky said.

Now Peter was feeling guilty standing there. He definitely wasn’t supposed to hear this conversation. But like a train wreck, he couldn’t look away.

“Barnes, it was mind control. I’m not saying we’re going to be best friends, but I don’t want to kill you anymore, so it’s a start, alright? Here.” Tony pressed a button and a video pulled onto screen. It played for a second, the sounds of fighting filling Peter’s ears. It took a moment to register that it was Tony and Steve and Bucky fighting. Tony paused the video and clicked delete, but not before it showed Steve drive his shield into Tony’s chest. “There. I’ve been meaning to do that. It’s cathartic, you know. Miracle of forgiveness and all that. Now go. And stop apologizing. We’re cool.”

But Peter was anything but.

His ears were still ringing with the clank of a shield slamming into an arc realtor, his eyes so full of Tony’s scarred, crumpled body, too similar to another scarred, crumpled body from years earlier. 

Steve and Bucky turned towards the door, meeting Peter’s eyes, and realizing for the first time that he was there. They’d never seen the normally mild, kind boy look so angry. Their hearts dropped as they realized just what he had seen, how it looked, how it had made him feel.

“How. Dare. You,” Peter spit out before turning on his heel without a second glance behind him at the others who were staring at his retreating back in shock.

***

Peter flipped over the gate at the front of the school, and rushed into a nearby alleyway to change into his Spider-Man suit. The feeling of the suit instantly calmed his anxious energy.

Gosh, he loved being Spider-Man, especially when it allowed him to avoid thinking.

Peter had been avoiding Captain America ever since accidentally seeing the video a few weeks ago, when his world had been shattered. The kind Cap who had taught him how to cook and made him laugh with funny stories had morphed into a cold, heartless man who had nearly killed Tony. Tony might’ve forgiven Cap, but he’d had five years to work that out. Peter was still angry.

Realizing he had worked himself up again with his train of thought, Peter firmly yanked his mask over his head to focus on being Spider-Man.

“Good afternoon, Peter.”

“Hey Karen,” Peter said, grateful for the distraction and friendly voice. “Whatcha got for me today?”

“There’s a robbery happening at that electronics store on 69th street,” she answered.

“Lead the way!” Peter shot a web and followed the route Karen projected to him. 

It was a routine, even simple job. Two shots of his web, a couple trademark snappy one-liners, and Peter was out of there. He’d even gotten some free headphones from the store owner.

Then he’d helped a young girl find her mom, rescued a dog that had fallen down a storm drain (the dog’s name was Mina, and she was very cute. Mina’s owner had been beyond grateful), and stopped three different muggings. Overall, it had been a pretty awesome night. Peter was just about to head home when everything went south.

“Peter, there appears to be a lady in distress in an alleyway between 75 and 76th streets,” Karen said. “Would you like me to direct you there?”

“Yeah. I’ll go help, then let the police handle any more situations.”

He should’ve just gone home.

Peter got a few good webs in. He surprised the two muggers, and the lady used his entrance as a chance to grab her purse and run away. 

“I’d say see you around, but I honestly hope I won’t,” he quipped to the men stuck on the wall. He was about to shoot a web to swing out and let the police take care of the two criminals, but stopped as a tingle raced down his spine. It was too late. Before he could move, a gunshot tore through the alleyway.

Instantly, pain exploded in Peter’s right shoulder. He turned to see the gunman, a nondescript man wearing a hat to shadow his face. Peter forced back the nausea and pain to web him up next to his friends. 

“Shooting people in the back? Not cool man,” he said, gritting his teeth and swinging to the top of a nearby building before collapsing against the wall. “Karen,” he gasped. “Call Tony!”

Peter was starting to see spots. He could feel the blood coming from his shoulder and the pain was radiating all over.

“Pete!” Friday must have alerted him already, because Tony's voice was frantic. “Hang on, buddy. I’m coming, okay? Just sit tight. I’m on my way!”

“It hurts.”

“I know. I know. Just hang on.”

Tony's panicked voice was interrupted by another one, equally as panicked. 

“Peter?” Steve Rogers stood on the rooftop, staring in shock and worry at the boy slumped against the wall.

“Is that Steve?” Tony asked.

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” 

“Wait, no, Pete!” Tony called, but Peter had already hung up.

“What’re you doing here?” Peter glared at Steve, the anger seeping in and turning his voice into daggers.

“I was out following a lead on a hydra base when I got a notification from Friday saying you were hurt and I-“

“You what?” Peter asked harshly. “Thought that you’d play hero and I’d just forget about the fact that you never cared about me, or about Tony!” Peter was crying now, and he thoughtlessly tried to wipe the tears away, but cried out as the movement made a sharp stab of pain shoot through his whole body. The pain became too much, and Peter started slipping into darkness. Steve’s frantic face was the last thing he saw before he was totally unconscious.

***

“-wouldn’t let me anywhere near him. Tony, I need you to know that I’m sorry. I never meant for a rift like that to happen.”

Peter heard Tony sigh, heard the rustle as he ran his hands through his hair. “Listen, capsicle, I know. We’ve put that behind us. I’ll talk to the kid. He just...he lost his dad and his uncle before, and I think he’s a little protective. He’ll come around, though. He won’t admit it cause he’s nearly as stubborn as I was at his age, but I can tell he misses you.”

“Okay.” Steve sounded dejected, and Peter’s head and heart declared war. 

On the one hand, it killed Peter to hear the man he’d admired for so long sound so dejected and to know that he was the cause of Steve’s distress. He never wanted to hurt anybody, let alone one of his heroes who had become family. 

On the other, Peter’s head was holding tenaciously to his absolute loyalty to Tony, and the anger and hurt he felt that Steve, his “uncle” Steve, his hero had nearly killed his dad. Because, honestly, wasn’t that what Tony was at this point? There was no use denying it anymore. And Peter just couldn’t lose another father.

As he battled within himself, he heard Steve leave, and Tony came and sat in the chair beside his bed. 

“I know you’re awake.”

Shoot. 

“Playing dead isn’t going to stop this conversation from happening, Peter.”

He opened his eyes.

“Yeah, hi. First off, how are you feeling?” Tony's voice softened.

“Hurts, but I’m feeling better,” Peter said, wincing as he shifted into a more upright position.

“Careful there,” Tony fussed. “Don’t pop a stitch. Cho says you are incredibly lucky. The bullet hit just the right spot to miss the bones and arteries, so you should be alright in, oh, a day or two.”

“Okay.”

“Second, that's for scaring me!” Tony hit the back of Peter's head gently. “And third,” Peter looked away, but Tony gently pulled his face back to look into his eyes. His voice was incredibly gentle. “You need to let it go with Cap, okay? The guy’s apologized about 30 times to me, and i know he’s only refrained from apologizing to you because he doesn’t have a phone and you’ve been avoiding him like the plague.”

Peter couldn’t deny it. 

“I’ve forgiven him, okay?” Tony continued. “Now, and I know it’ll take some time, and you are entitled to that time, but now you need to forgive him, too. I wasted too much time holding onto anger and grudges. I don’t want you to go through that.”

Peter felt the tears running down his cheeks, leaving a scalding trail, and Tony gently wiped them. Peter gave a small nod. 

“Okay, Tony.”

A noise from the doorway made both of them look up. Steve was standing there, looking unsure of himself as he shuffled from one foot to the other.

Shooting Peter a look, Tony stood up. “I’m going to go get some coffee. I’ll be back in a little bit.” He patted Steve’s shoulder as he left, and gently pushed him towards the bed.

Peter was suddenly very interested in the plain blue hospital sheets that had been there for years, and he picked at them for a couple heavy seconds before taking a breath.

“You can come in and sit down, Steve,” he said softly.

“Thanks.”

The chair squeaked as Steve sat down, and for some reason, it made Peter smile. He looked at Steve and saw a matching smile forming in response on the older hero’s face. At the small, mundane moment, something unlocked inside Peter.

It’s said that a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step, or that forever is made up of tiny moments. That tiny moment was the first step, and Peter took a breath as he began to let go of the anger he’d been holding on to for weeks and let himself face it.

“Listen, Steve, I should’ve come and talked to you before. I was just so angry, and afraid.”

“I understand.” Steve’s voice was so soft and gentle, and Peter felt the last of the fight leave him. “I know that you lost your father and your uncle, and it kills me to know that I was almost the reason you lost another one. I’m so sorry.”

Peter measured his next words carefully, searching himself to make sure he really meant them. “I forgive you. I forgive you, Steve. If you and Tony are good, then we’re good.” Peter hesitated. “Or we will be. I mean, I’d like to try. If you can forgive me, too?”

Steve didn’t hesitate. “Of course I do, Pete. And I’d like to try, as well. I’ve missed our cooking classes.” 

Peter smiled, and ever so carefully moved over a little. He patted the bed next to him and Steve, eyes as big as saucers, climbed in slowly, mindful not to jostle Peter’s wound. Peter leaned into his side.

“I’ve missed you, too, Uncle Steve.”

Tears filled Steve’s eyes at the name, which he hadn’t heard for weeks. His heart swelled, knowing they really were on the way to forgiveness. 

Soon, Peter was snoring softly, the pain and medication dragging him back into unconsciousness quickly. Steve was trapped, immobilized by the common knowledge that one does not move when a puppy (or would Peter be more of a kitten?) falls asleep on you. But Steve didn’t mind. He was just grateful to have his nephew back again.

#comfortember #comfortember 2020 #mine #i love my iron dad and spidey son #Peter and Steve friendship needs to be more common #oh captain my captain

[hellzyeahwebwieldingreviews]

Untold Tales of Spider-Man 08: The Liar – by Ann Nocenti

I enjoyed this story a lot but objectively it’s very mixed.

Peter Parker watches off and on as a spider spends the day making a web. Later he watches as she waits patiently for a moth to be trapped, feeding on it. "How could I have anything in common with her?" Peter thinks. He both admires and shudders at the spider's "round-the-clock surveillance." And the web itself: "Her beautifully constructed home is also a death trap...The spider's elegantly poised web is a lie." Peter jumps up and destroys the web, then feels guilt about it, knowing the spider will just create another. "She can't help it. Lie or die."As Peter starts to leave, he receives a visit from Aunt May. She tells him that Empire State University contacted her because he missed several days of classes. She also asks if he washed something red at her house. Peter was gone for three days, confronting the Red Skull in Algiers and he washed his mask at May's place but he lies to her, telling her the school made a mistake and that the red came from a nosebleed.

At ESU, Ms. O'Grady, Peter's advisor, tells him that she talked to Aunt May about his absences and that May didn't seem to know about that. Peter tells her that May's memory isn't what it used to be. Ms. O'Grady tells him she's sorry to hear that. Peter thinks, "A big one. The two this morning to Aunt May were little enough, but this lie is a big one." Ann elaborates, "The little fibs are like annoying black moths, fluttering at the edges of his consciousness; shadows that flit about and dog his heels, they haunt him when he least expects it. The big ones are like rocks tied to his feet, that he has to drag with him wherever he goes."

Through the course of the day, Peter promises May he'll join her at 4PM to help with groceries and makes a date with Mary Jane over a fudge sundae at 6PM. Now he tells Gwen he'll join her for a 5PM revival showing of her favorite film, "Casablanca." "How," asks Ann, "will he pull this off?"

Not long after lying to his history prof to explain being late for the class, Peter is at the market with May. It is a warm day but he sees a man in the parking lot in a wool cap. Lying to Aunt May about needing to make a phone call, he leaves her in the market and changes to Spider-Man. He re-enters the market just as the thief pulls a gun and tries to rob the place. Spidey easily takes care of him. The store manager gratefully offers him "a cart of food, on the house." Spidey takes a look at May and says, "Hey, I just ate. But it looks like this poor woman got the worst fright. Maybe you could take care of her?" Which makes him look like an altruist when he's actually just helping out his relative. Back home, Aunt May tells the story to Peter for the third time. Peter notes that the story never changes. She tells it straight, never embellishing. She is grateful to Spider-Man but notes that his manners are terrible. "I just wanted to thank him properly. But he just turned his back on me!" When Peter tells her he has to meet Gwen at the movies, she comments that she thought he was meeting Mary Jane. "Oh yeah. Did I say Gwen? I meant Mary Jane," says Pete as the lies mount up.

At Casablanca, Pete enjoys sitting next to Gwen. "She's like a warm bed you don't want to get out of in the morning," he thinks. But he still needs to meet Mary Jane. So, telling Gwen he has to go to the bathroom, he slips away. He joins MJ for ice cream during which she almost lets her "party mask" slip when she refers to her repressive father. Peter notices a large bird in the sky and realizes it is the Vulture. Coming up with yet another ridiculous lie ("I promised this guy, I'd help him move his birds...he's got a pet shop, and he's got a big delivery of birds.") Peter promises MJ he'll be back in 20 minutes. MJ doesn't seem to mind. In fact, Peter thinks that she is acting as if she expected this. But he doesn't think about it long. He has to change into his Spidey duds and tackle the Vulture. 

Unfortunately, the Vulture has recruited four partners and provided them with wings. The five Vultures beat him up, carry him into the air and drop him over the river, too far away from any buildings on which Spidey can web-swing. As he falls, he realizes his identity will be revealed after his death. "They'll all know what a liar I was. A lowlife fibster with a devil's tongue. A mendacious arachnid. A lousy deceitful cock-and-bull jerk. A two-faced stinker." Then he passes out.

While unconscious, he dreams about his Mom and Dad, telling him conflicting stories about their impending trip; the trip that leads to their deaths. "I was three years old when I noticed the first little lies," he thinks, "By the time I was six, nothing quite added up...All those lies. I guess they thought they were protecting me. Benevolent lying. I know all about it."He awakens seventeen feet above the water. There is a tug boat right below him and he webs the smokestack, saving himself, ending up in the river, then climbing up onto the tug. The tug's captain, Gallager, tells him he saw him falling and swung around to help. As they sail back to port, Spidey notices how capable Gallager is and he envies his straightforward life. "What do you think of liars?" Spidey asks him. Gallager replies that it depends on what kind of lying, adding that he lies all day. "Every time I give an order," he says, "it's to save the ship but risk the man. ..They trust me and I send them to risk death with every command...Well then, a few lies along the way aren't really lies, are they? Not if you bring all your men home alive." Spidey thinks about this as Gallager docks his tug.

He gets back to MJ who asks him if he had a nice swim. "What swim?" he asks, then he notices that his bookbag, containing his costume, has created a puddle on the ground. MJ, playing along, kicks at the puddle and says, "Rained while you were gone."From there, Pete returns to the movies, tells Gwen he couldn't find their seats in the dark and watched the rest of the movie from the back. "What a perfect ending," Gwen says. "Yeah," Peter replies, "I love happy endings." "Gwen looks at him queerly, then smiles. They walk on silently for a while. Soon, it begins to rain."

Let me say up top, this is the best Spider-Man story of Ann Nocenti’s career.

This is owed to the prose, dialogue and over all narrative being fairly straightforward and not told as through you’d skipped a beat. Everyone sounds like a normal person ( for a super hero story) and there are no weird lines making you ask ‘who talks like this?’

I should also point out the subject matter of this story is something Nocenti has explored in her other Spider work as well as her famous Daredevil run, chiefly through her most enduring creation, Typhoid Mary.

The theme of the story, as the title implies, is lying. Lying is practically systemic in super hero stories as characters maintain their secret identities.

It’s an interesting idea to expand upon that idea and examine the psychological ramifications of lying upon the individual and the impact it might have on their interpersonal relationships. For example could lying about your identity cause you to become a habitual liar about other things? Could this seep into that age old human story of the unfaithful lover?

That’s what Nocenti explored in her Daredevil run when she had Matt Murdock (ironically, or appropriately depending upon your POV, a lawyer and Catholic) cheat on Karen page with Typhoid’s alter ego; she was in fact lying to him at the same time and having an affair with the Kingpin at the same time.

In her ‘Return to Mad Dog Ward’ storyline in the 1990s Peter lied to MJ and Aunt May in such a way that MJ mistakenly believed he was cheating on him and considered running off with someone else.

In an even earlier story she did, a back-up from Web of Spider-Man Annual #2, she had Peter endure a nightmare where he was haunted by the fact he lied all the time.

Personally I think her focus upon the subject, especially in regards to cheating, raises some uncomfortable questions about her personal life, but I’m not interested in that right now.

The problem with all those stories and this one as far as Spidey is concerned is that she…goes way too far.

The fact is lying can and does take a toll on Spidey but it doesn’t open him up to lying as second nature about anything. He lies to protect his identity and anything else he lies about is just what any of us might lie about in the course of our lives. He hasn’t got ‘a problem’. And the idea it’s rooted in his parents being spies is pretty ridiculous and a massive reach.

I think what’s most problematic about this story in regards to the theme is that Peter would absolutely NEVER knowingly cheat on a woman. He’s just not that kind of person and yet here he is on 2 dates with MJ and Gwen at once like it’s a sitcom or Superman IV: the Quest for Peace.

In terms of Spider-Man’s personality and characterization this is just more evidence that Nocenti simply never grasped the character. Which is a shame given how she has written more Spider-Man stories than any female author ever; though Houser might’ve overtaken her by this point.

Her idea that Peter’s ‘problem with lying’ stems from his parents is also kind of contradicted by various stories that establish Peter was just too young to even remember his parents. This in particular includes ASM Annual #5 which she references in this story. I’m not going to hold that against this story too much because honestly no one keeps Peter’s parents consistent.*

Other continuity hiccups include when the annual happens in relation to Peter meeting Captain Stacy and MJ’s job as a go-go dancer.

However, this book has by now long established that these stories are not meant to fit into 616 canon but more a generalized idea of Spidey’s canon. If you try putting this story into strict continuity Peter was firmly interested in Gwen over MJ and the Betty/Veronica choice he had had been resolved for a good while.

This story though is meant more to touch upon the Betty/Veronica aspect of the Romita era and admittedly 2 dates at once seems like a typical Archie story. If you accept this as just a general AU version of Peter and don’t try to compare him to his canon characterization this is a perfectly legitimate idea. By  extension the psychological complexity of this story works if you treat take this story in isolation or in isolation of the anthology as a whole.

Nocenti DOES to her credit explore the theme very well, the scenes with his parents and their lies resonates very well and speaks honestly to childhood hurts.

The hints that MJ knows Peter’s identity and her own family history are done very well. They are subtle, romantic and in fact so good I WISH there was a story that played with the idea. Although it does contradict later stories because Peter clearly suspects MJ is aware of his secret but ignores it.

It’s ironic actually that those scenes ultimately make this more an MJ story than a Gwen/MJ story in spite of that being the point of the narrative.  Nocenti just charcaterizees her very well and even does Gwen a service. She is very much the early days Romita Gwen and there is a wonderful passage comparing the two and likening MJ to the sun and Gwen to the moon. I never thought of that kind of dichotomy but (before she became a water works) it’s a brilliant observation of the two women. She also does a great job of capturing the flirtatious nature of Silver Age MJ.

However, where this story falters (evene when taken unto itself) is in Noenti likening spider webs to ‘lies’ and the scenes on the boat.

For the former she is just over reaching. ‘What a tangled web we weave when we first choose to lie and deceive’. It’s a famous phrase but it isn’t actually saying a spiders web is akin to a lie. It’s saying the ACT of lying is like the ACT of spinning a tangled web. An insect isn’t metaphorically ‘caught in a lie’ when it’s ensnared in a spider’s web.  Yet that’s what Nocenti goes for at the start of the story.

And the stuff on the boat is just…I don’t know what it means. The lies Peter engages in in are simply not comparable to the lies the boat captain engages in. Even if you lean hard on the idea of Peter lying about his identity for the greater good, what has that got to do with lying to MJ and Gwen?

Regardless, I think this story is mostly well told for what it is and I very much enjoyed it in spite of the mischaracterization.

*Personally though I defer to Stan’s stories that state he was too young to remember them.

#Ann Nocenti #Gwen Stacy #mjwatsonedit #mary jane watson #Mary Jane Watson Parker #MJ Watson #Spider-Man #Peter Parker #Untold Tales Of Spider-Man #vulture #the vulture #adrian toomes #Richard Parker #Mary parker

[ohscorbus]

Hello and welcome to the Cursed Child/Dear Evan Hansen AU. 

Evan Hansen - Scorpius Malfoy (Hufflepuff)

Heidi Hansen - Draco Malfoy

Connor Murphy - James Sirius Potter (Gryffindor)

Zoe Murphy - Albus Severus Potter (Slytherin)

Cynthia Murphy - Ginny Weasley

Larry Murphy - Harry Potter

Alana Beck - Rose Granger-Weasley 

Jared Kleinman - Teddy Lupin (Hufflepuff)

Draco is raising his socially awkward son on little money (war reparations cleared the Malfoy’s out and decent work is hard to come by with his history) without Astoria (who still dies because even if this is an AU, she’d never abandon them willingly.) Scorpius means more to him than anything and he does everything he can to help him. Whether it’s mind healers or potions or just a simple hug or quick conversation at the end of the day. He knows school isn’t easy for Scorpius with his family name but he’s dedicated his life to making things right. For himself and for his son.

James is the first born who’s suppose to be the role model for his younger siblings and on the surface that’s exactly what he is. The proud son of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. The popular guy and Quidditch captain. He has friends in the classroom and fans on the pitch and but on the inside? He’s a lonely mess. His friends don’t know the real him. He’s lived behind a mask of smiles and lies for years until finally, it just gets too much…

Albus is the typical middle child. He’s struggling with himself, with school, with his family. He focuses on his guitar in hopes it’ll drown out all of his problems. It can’t though. He watches his family crumble in the wake of his brother’s death. But not him. He’s angry. He feels lied to, betrayed. They could have helped each other. They were both suffering and they could have saved each other but instead James just left.

Scorpius is trying to please his dad, survive school, and connect with Albus, the beautiful boy in the school band who plays like no one’s watching. He’s the bright spark in his murky world. But his anxiety makes him awkward and sweaty and unable to approach. So he daydreams and studies and shuffles from appointment to appointment in hopes it’ll stop his dad from worrying.

Rose is focused on school and breaking all those records she’d told herself she’d do in first year. She’s sacrificed friends and family time but she didn’t realise the impact that had until it was too late. Every time she speaks of James now the ache in her chest gets heavier. She should have known. She should have been there. So she pretends she was to ease the guilt.

Teddy makes uncool ‘cool’ and says he talks to Scorpius because it makes his grandmother happy, but really it’s because he doesn’t have too many friends himself. His bumbling family friend (they’re actually related but they don’t talk about it) might be the school pariah but it isn’t unusual to find them hanging out in the Hufflepuff common room together.

(You’ll need to already know the story of DEH to follow this as I haven’t written up every single step of the plot. But hopefully, to those of you familiar with it, it’s enough to follow and make you cry enjoy.)

“Anybody Have a Map?” - Dear Scorpius Malfoy, today’s going to be a good day and here’s why… Draco gives his son a pep talk before school. Ginny is juggling her husband’s excessive work hours, Lily’s breakfast, Albus’s refusal to wake up, and James slips through her fingers. He says he has Quidditch practice early and leaves without food or a goodbye.

“Waving Through a Window” - School has been a lonely place for Scorpius. Life outside of the classroom isn’t much better either.

James finds Scorpius on the school grounds and asks him why nobody has signed his cast yet. He makes the saddest little chuckle when Scorpius explains it’s because he has no friends. James feels that. He signs it so big that it doesn’t matter that no one will sign it. He always has been good at filling empty spaces with false facades.

Scorpius is sat outside writing his letter to himself before class. It’s all going okay until he loses it in a freak gust of wind and it ends up in the path of James, who’s walking back from training. He picks it up before Scorpius can get to it and they both freeze when James reads Albus’s name aloud. He felt sorry for this boy before, now he’s angry. He’s just another ‘Potter’ fan. He pockets the letter and storms off before Scorpius can properly explain. Or get his letter back.

“For Forever” - All Scorpius has ever wanted was a best friend to get up to mayhem with. He thought, once he finally got to Hogwarts, it would happen. But it didn’t. They saw his hair and heard his name and that was enough for people to walk away. This picture perfect afternoon didn’t happen with James, but it happens all the time in his head. Him and his best friend. Goofing around like buddies do. It was easy to lie as it brought him just as much comfort, losing himself in the dream, as it does the Potters in their relief that their son wasn’t as alone as they had feared.

“Sincerely, Me” - Teddy teases Scorpius about how making it sound like he was in a secret relationship with James will do him no favours in trying to win Albus’s heart. Scorpius is mortified and flustered but they push on to write the ‘secret’ letters.  

“Requiem” - James wasn’t the only one struggling, Albus was too. But was open about it. Yet James never once reached out when he could have and should have as a brother in Albus’s eyes. He feels betrayed and even more alone and absolutely refuses to grieve. Ginny is completely blindsided and finds comfort in the letters. She sees the care and the jokes in his words and mourns the loss of the boy she knew at heart. Harry cannot process any of it. He’s done nothing but his best but he still failed. He doesn’t understand. Now he’s watching his family break and he’s feeling just as lost but still he tries.

“If I Could Tell Her” - Albus is a hard nut to crack but slowly and surely, Scorpius’s words get through to him. These observations aren’t the obvious ones, the kind that end up in the gossip columns in the Prophet. They’re the subtle things that make Albus Albus so they must come from James because who else would be paying him that much attention? The way he still doodles on his dad’s face in the newspaper. Those subtle green streaks he put in his hair in fifth year. How his sleeves are always a little too big but he likes it. The way he smiles when he plays his guitar as if there’s no audience at all. The near kiss brings him back to the present and he runs off. Utterly confused at Scorpius’s action and even more so at his own feelings.

“Disappear” - Scorpius rallies Teddy and Rose and they start The James Project. They hope to raise awareness by campaigning to name one of the Quidditch stands in his honour. They hope it’ll remind students that they’re not alone. On the pitch, in the stand, and in life. 

“You Will Be Found” - Scorpius pushes aside his anxiety and gives the speech that surprisingly makes the front page of The Daily Prophet. He’s overwhelmed by the positive reaction, both from the media and the other kids at school. It brings him hope and he clutches the tie around his neck and, not for the first time, wishes he really was a friend to James.

Scorpius’s lies get him tangled up into the Potter’s lives and he goes along with it to help them. But all too soon he’s caught up in mum hugs and Harry’s attention. It’s easy to admire Harry. Harry is everything Draco isn’t in everybody’s eyes. The hero. Life with the Potters is different. Better. People talk to him at school. He doesn’t need his medication. And then there’s Albus...

“To Break in a Glove” - Harry’s instincts have always been to save. So he sees Scorpius alone, having lost his best friend, and he’ll step in and do everything he can to help. That’s exactly how he’s going to work through this unimaginable pain. He’ll try and save another child. A young boy who doesn’t deserve to suffer his father’s sins, to lose a parent, to be without friends.

“Only Us” - Albus finally visits the small house the Malfoys call home and tries to reassure Scorpius. He likes him. Just him. For exactly who he is. The geekiness, the sweaty palms, the rambling. Those are his favourite things about him.

“Good For You” - Draco gets an invite to the Potters house. He watches as his son walks in without knocking, like he lives there, like he apparently has been. Scorpius sees the moment it clicks for his father. When he realises everything he’s done hasn’t been enough, that he’s not enough. Draco shows anger but Scorpius sees his heart break. Their argument at home only makes things worse. Rose is furious and Teddy won’t talk to him. Everything is falling apart for Scorpius.

“Words Fail” - Suffocating in the guilt as the Potters are subjected to cruelty Scorpius knows only too well, he finally breaks and it costs him everything. Ginny walks off without a hug. Albus leaves without looking at him, as if he’s invisible. Again. Harry pauses but there are no words. He turns away and Scorpius returns home. To his dad and his regret.

“So Big / So Small” - And I knew there would be space I couldn’t fill and I knew I’d come up short a million different ways and I did, and I do, and I will… Draco and Scorpius finally talk openly about Astoria and the irreplaceable space she left behind. They talk about the war. Draco’s guilt at the toll it’s taken on Scorpius, how it’s left him struggling to provide. They talk about his letter, his medication, his arm, his right now and his future. It’s difficult and long but the bone crushing hug at the end pulls them back together.

“Finale” - Albus asks Scorpius to meet him on the Quidditch pitch so he could see Jame’s name on his stand. It’s the first time they’ve seen each other since that day. Scorpius dropped out and was homeschooled for the rest of the year. He passed his exams and worked on his mental health. Draco works less hours but the extra time he gets with his son has been invaluable to them both.

The two boys talk and finally make peace. Scorpius expresses his confusion and gratitude at the Potters for not exposing the truth and his lies. They walk along the pitch and Scorpius can’t help but think of his perfect afternoon. How this is really happening. Here and now, with Albus. After their first loop he stops and turns to Scorpius before introducing himself like they’ve never met before. Scorpius takes his hand, his forgiveness, and the promise of more. Some day.

This post was brought to you by years worth of love for DEH and CC. This started out as a conversation with @littlerose13writes forever ago and while it did come back and haunt us occasionally, it took finally seeing the show again in London to make me really want to write it all up and share it : )

#this won’t make much sense if you don’t already know DEH (sorry!) #scorpius malfoy #albus potter #scorbus #james sirius potter #draco malfoy #teddy lupin #rose granger weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley #mypost #text post #(I’d also like to publicly apologise to james and also teddy because I ship these two just as much as scorbus and yet here I am…) #CC DEH AU #or does 'cursed evan hansen' work better as a tag? or 'dear cursed child'??? #anyway #long post #(this is under a read more but you know what tumblr is like)

[razorblade180]

Lasting Embers part 29: The Gift

The long awaited day is finally here; the day nobody wanted to come. The famous and secret heroes of Remnant finally close the distance to venture off to a threat bigger than any of them. Friends and family by their side not ready to say goodbye but have to nonetheless. All but one that is.....a young and broken girl who still sits against her door; not moving once through the entire night.

[Jaune’s house]

Yujin:......*looks at her window*

Sunlight breaking through the blinds...

Yujin:(It’s morning huh? Have I really been sitting here the entire night? Wonder what time it is? Maybe it’s already past ten and they’re gone.) *looks around* (where’s my scroll?)

She keeps swiveling her head to spot it until it’s painfully clear she has to stand up to look. Blood eventually flows back into her legs and she’s able to move. High and low she search’s for it until she spots it under the door crack.

Yujin:All that searching and it was right next to me. *opens door* I guess I really am slip-......

Yujin:*picks up a small box wrapped in white, yellow, and blue.*.......(Mom did say was leaving the gift here didn’t she? It feels light; maybe it’s a-......why should I care? Why...do I care?)

Her finger rubs the thin paper; surprisingly, it looks like it came from a professional. One thing is for sure, Yang spared no expense when it came to effort. It irritated her slightly to know that. The box was held and admired for a solid five minutes by now. Maybe it would’ve been less time but deciding if she should open it was difficult. What she was holding just might be the last thing she ever gets from her mother. No matter what it is or how she feels it was a truth she had to accept.

Yujin:(It might not be my birthday anymore but still....*undoing paper* it’s only right to open a gift.) Hmm?

Yujin:*lifts up a scroll and a journal*.........(no way they’re school supplies.) *open it*

“Hey Yujin it’s me your mother, but I guess that’s pretty obvious isn’t it? Sorry, writing was never my strongest skill set in school so this might get a little clumsy so to speak. If you’re reading this then I just want to say thank you; taking the time to look at this means the world to me. I also want to apologize for being a terrible mother....."

Yujin:.....

“No matter how I slice it, some of the words you said was true about me. Going off to fight these villains instead of trying to defend you while staying close does not sound or look good. Knowing Summer, she would’ve attempted to at least make it work. Unfortunately I’m not her; the only way I know how to protect you is like this. Fighting along side our family and friends; yeah I’m including Adam in that. Honestly I see some of grit in you and it’s pretty damn awesome. I see so much of everybody who’s got to raise you throughout the years when we interact. Jaune’s will, Mom’s poise, Dad’s heart, and even aspects from Ren and Nora. The only person I don’t really see is me; it stings if I’m being truthful. All you wanted was to get to know me and I’ve robbed you of that. I won’t make the same mistake again.”

Her heart nearly stopped as she turned the page. The left side was more of the message written to her. The right side on the other hand wasn’t a message at all; it was a table of contents. Birthdays, first fights, training, vacations, adventures, it was everything. In just under a week Yang Xiao Long had written about what seemed to be every major and memorable thing in her life. The story of her mother was currently in her hands.

“I know it’s no replacement for a face to face conversation but in this journal I’ve written numerous things about myself so you can know who I am. On the scroll you’ll fine videos of the events in the book; it’s named and put into chronological order thanks to your Aunt. You deserve to see me at my best and worst moments of my life; to know I’m not as glamorous as anybody might make me out to be. Learning about me though isn’t the only thing I wanted to share with you finally. Yujin I want to be able to push you forward in life; be a mother and help figure problems that might come you way. We didn’t get to do much together but if we did anything it was fight. The final chapters was everything I noticed in each one. Not only that but I’ve made a list of possible ways for your Semblance to be used. I hope it’s useful somehow.

Sure enough the list was there and detailed. The back of the book was filled with experimental new tricks that Yujin wouldn’t have began to dream off. Each one carfully described and some drawn for reference.

“I know it never seemed like I was there for you, but I’ve always been in your corner to cheer you on. Despite how you feel about me and whatever happens to me out there, know my love for you will never die. You’ll always be my little ember dragon.”

Yujin:....*starts searching through the scroll* First Day At Beacon? *hits play*

Yang:Yo this is Yang Xiao Long, future huntress extraordinaire. Making this little vlog on the airship because my dad is corny and wants memories. Not all bad though because *flips camera*

Ruby:*hides face* Don’t record me! I

Yang:My baby sister gets to join me! Isn’t she the cutest?

Yujin:(They look so young. I wonder if....) *fast forwards*

Yang:So that air ride could’ve gone better. Some guy ended up getting vomit on my shoe. He’s lucky it wasn’t my hair.

Yujin:(Yep...)

Ruby:Give him a break. Not like he wanted to do it.

Yang:Defending strangers huh? A model huntress already, or is puberty finally hitting you?

Ruby:Puberty has been here thank you very much! He is pretty cute though when his face didn’t look green.

Yang:Eh, not really my type. *video ends*

A small smile creeps onto her face that immediately changes to shock as she continues to searchl. Maybe it was out of instinct but her finger immediately kept scrolling until found it on the day of her birth. The file was named “Sundrop” The video opens with a very tired Jaune holding the camera and pointing it at an even more tired Yang.

Jaune:*whispering* Here we are at Vale General Hospital. It’s very late and we’re both very tired but it doesn’t matter. What matters is the little sundrop my amazing wife is holding.

Yang:*snickering* Sundrop? Not sure how I feel about that.

Jaune:It only makes sense the sunshine in my life gave birth to a smaller sunshine.

Yang:*cuddling her* As far as I’m concerned she shines brighter than me already. Just look at her, I can’t believe I’ve made something so perfect. From here on out it’s all about her from now on; forever and always. *smiles softly*

Yujin:.....*eyes watering*

Jaune:Uh oh, it’s been thirty minutes and Yang has officially lost her mind over this baby.

Yang:Our baby, and it’s been nine months and thirty minutes thank you very much. *kisses it’s forehead* Your daddy is acting like he’s not head over heels for you Yujin. Don’t worry though, as soon as he turns the camera off he’s gonna want to hold you and cry.

Jaune:Possibly.....*video ends*

Yujin:*wipes her eyes*(There’s......so much here. Six days and it’s so detailed. If this is about her life then what’s the last vid-)

“Homecoming”

Yujin:This date is....*presses play*

Ruby is recording her sister as she anxiously bounces her leg on the train ride home. You can tell het smile is filled with happiness and worry.

Ruby:Hello future me or whoever is watching this. You’re currently watching my big sister silently losing her mind as we finally head home from a.....I think eleven years of fighting evil. She’s so worked up that I don’t think she notices that the train seats are heating up and people are staring.

Yang:I’m what? *red* oh, sorry everyone! My bad.....

Ruby:*laughing* Please calm down. It would be a shame if you died of a heart attack before we made it home.

Yang:How can I be calm!? In a few more hours I’ll have Yujin in my arms again.

Ruby:You know she’s not four anymore right?

Yang:I know that, I can still hug her. Hehe I wonder how big she’s gotten, if she’s made friends, *gasp!* maybe even a boyfriend!?

Ruby:Calm down there dork. You’ll see her soon.

Yang:Hopefully she’ll recognize me; hopefully I recognize her. My four year old is fifteen today. *tearing up* God it’s been such a long time. Soon things will be calm; finally I can spend the rest of my life with her. She’s probably absolutely stunning by now. *smiles*

Ruby:Geez you’re about to smother Yujin, I can already tell. Hopefully she’s not in an angsty teen phase.

Yang:Even if she is I’m still gonna smother her! Things are looking up! *video ends*

She didn’t bother to play another video after that. Instead she decided to just stare at the screen as the journal in her hand got gripped tightly. Soon after, the screen became blurry to her; tears kept finding new ways to sneak their way out of her. This time though it was different than the rest. Anger, frustration, and sadness was what kept her down before; now it was the feeling that bothered her all week. For seven days and seven nights she’s done nothing but push out someone who’s been desperately trying to reach her just like how she wanted to reach out to them. The only difference is Yang never stopped trying to reach out for her. Yujin knew exactly what this feeling was and it was about to eat her alive. Guilt and Regret we’re going to ruin any memory she has of her mother, unless......

Yujin:*looks at the scroll*

“8:45 am”

Yujin:*rushing down stairs* Please tell me took grandpa’s car. Please tell me- *looks in garage*

Sure enough, her car was there and ready for use.

Yujin:*wipes her face* Okay..... I can do this.....

[Train Station]

Vale’s train station is one of the remaining architectural works that survived The Fall of Beacon. From here it’s the jumping off point to the rest of Remnant. This feeling is echoed by the fact that even though it’s called a station, there isn’t a real building. A massive slap of concrete with a umbrellas for shade is mostly what is here besides the ticket punchers with their small booths. It’s old fashioned but it works; people come and go from here often. Unfortunately Yang and Ruby didn’t think they’d be here so soon again; at least it’s a beautiful day out. Warm weather and a gentle breeze that blows through the rolling hills behind the rails gives off a sense ease.

Yang:Ruby can I tell you something?

Ruby:You can tell me anything.

Yang:This just might be the worse day of my entire life.

Ruby:Definitely top ten.

Yang:At least I have you though.

Ruby:Always....*grabs her hand*

Raven:You haven’t always had me but I’m definitely here for you! *smiles*

Yang:*snorts* Never doubted it for a moment. I wonder if everyone is still going to show up?

Weiss:What, you think we would “snowflake?”

Yang:Weiss get seri- oh hey you’re here. Wait, did you just make a pun!?

Neo:*walks up* She’s been waiting to say that for a week.

Ruby:Oh hey! I didn’t think you were gonna decide to come.

Neo:Nah I’m not coming; I’m not leaving the Arcs like that. They have good food; I’m just here to see Weiss off. *grabs her hand*

Weiss:*blushing*.......

Ruby and Yang:!!??

Weiss:It’s been an interesting week.

Ruby and Yang:I’ll say....

Tai:*looks at Jaune*......

Jaune:In my defense it wasn’t my idea. Also what were you and Raven doing for a week?

Tai:I can’t tell if you’re more like me or if Yang is more like me. Either way I guess I shouldn’t complain. I’m glad you’ve been someone they could always depend on. I couldn’t ask for a better son-in-law.

Jaune: That means a lot; think they’ll be okay.

Tai:Are you kidding? No one stops our family as long as they’re together.

Adam:Believe me, challenging them alone is a struggle in its own right.

Everyone:Turns to see Adam clothes similar to his days robbing trains. The only difference is the flower symbol is missing and a cloak is over it. His eyes are hidden by shades and even his hair is dyed black. The rest of the family, along with Ilia, and Blake walk behind him.

Yang:Okay so I have two major questions. One, why dye the hair when it’s already long and laid down.

Adam:Just in case.

Yang:Second, I learned you have my sister’s number for years. Why exactly?

Adam:*pulls out cross necklace* rose’s recognize other rose’s

Yang:*looks at Ruby*

Ruby:*holding a cross necklace* It’s a story for another time; maybe on the train ride sis.

Yang:I literally can’t with you all.

Jael:She’s not what I quite expected. What do you think Sien-

Sienna:Uh..excuse me? M...Mrs. Xiao Long?

Yang:Hmm? Well hello there, need something?

Sienna:*ears down* I’m not sure if you remember me but we’ve met before. You actually helped save my life when I was six. I bit your hand?

Yang:......*rubs her ears* Of course I remember you silly. How’ve you been? You’ve grown like a weed. *smiles*

Sienna:*wide eyed* Good! I’ve been really good! You may know or not but I have a sister now. *steps aside*

Jael:.....

Yang:Hey there *crouches* I’ve heard a bit about you. Adam makes cute kids I see.

Jael:Th...thanks. I’ve heard much about you; also your daughter.

There was a sort of coldness in her voice that everyone felt. Her absence was noticeably missed and it took Yang by surprise for her to mention it. Jael didn’t look worried though; she looked eager. Almost like she’s got an itch that desperately needs to be scratch.

Yang:Unfortunately she’s not here. Things for her are rough with all this going on.

Jael:She didn’t want to see you off?

............

Yang:*frowns* No, she didn’t.

Jael:Oh, sorry to hear that. Excuse me but I need a moment. *quickly walks off*

Jacquelyn:uhhh I’m just gonna...yeah. *follows her*

As Jael walks away Tenzen and company pass by her. No glances were exchanged but there wasn’t a need for any.

Tenzen:*stops walking*.......*turns around*

Ren:Everything okay?

Tenzen:Yeah.....just got a chill or something. I didn’t like it. *continues walking*

Jacquelyn:Hey Jael are you-

Jael:She doesn’t even show up to see her family off, is obviously angry with her mom about it, gotten our family roped into it by accident or not. I’m beginning to think I don’t have to actually meet this person before I form my opinion like you guys want.

Jacquelyn:......You hate her don’t you? Even after what your father told you.

Jael:He’s leaving to help protect me but I’m not dumb enough to believe not a piece of it is for her. Just thinking about how someone so loved and blessed with opportunity can be so....so.... *clenches her chest* yeah, I hate her.

Jacquelyn:*slightly opens up her kimono* look at this for me.

Jael:*staring at a scar below her ribs* A scar? How long have you had that?

Jacquelyn:Years, your father gave it to me on accident.

Jael:Wh....what? Why would he.....I thought.... he loves you.

Jacquelyn:Yeah, but you gotta remember the dad you see wasn’t how he used to be. A long time ago hate ruled his life. One time when our Oasis was still being built people came and destroyed everything. They didn’t know who we were, just low lives causing pain. Any time we relocated either grimm got the better of the place or them. We were tired and hungry; him especially. So when they came back again your father was ready to kill them despite my wishes.

Jael:You wouldn’t let him fight?

Jacquelyn:It was a delicate time for him. I was afraid any back pedaling would ruin any progress already made. There were times I fought them but more and more kept coming. Eventually Adam finally lashed out and it did actually scare them away; it wasn’t enough for him though. While one was running away Adam sent a moonslice at him; I jumped in front of it....

Jael:You what!?

Jacquelyn:I wasn’t thinking. All I knew was I was scared of this one incident turning into something worse. That night is still a bit of a blur; I remember an intense pain and then just laying on the sand bleeding. When I woke your father was over right over me crying. It might’ve been the first time I saw him scared and genuinely apologetic. He promised me that night things were going to be different; he’d try harder to do the right thing.

Jael:.......*looks away*

Jacquelyn:Hate and anger are dangerous. You might just get you or someone you care about hurt if it goes unchecked. You have the disadvantage of it most likely being both. Hating this girl is fine for now but don’t let it linger. Let it fade away with time. *holds her close*

Jael:Did dad’s hate fade away?

Jacquelyn:Sort of; he stopped focusing on the hate left by his past and found a way to fill it with love. Sienna eased his mind but I think you really filled it with the love he needed to have. *smiles* You saved him, not me.

Jael:.....I’m gonna just stand here for a moment okay? I’ll come back over when the train arrives.

Jacquelyn:Take the time you need. *kisses her cheek and leaves*

Adam:She okay?

Jacquelyn:Yeah, just processing everything. Sorry about that Yang.

Yang:It’s no problem. I should be the one apologizing; can’t help but feel like it’s my fault a bit. If I knew about her sooner then-

Adam:Geez, apologizing to me feels weird. Just watch my back when things get heavy. *smirks* I’ll watch your arm.

Everyone:.........

Yang:......*rubs nose*

Adam:........*smacks lips*

Both of them end up in a fit of laughter suddenly. To everyone’s surprise they even fist bump and causes everyone else to slowly begin to laugh as well. To any stranger you would think everyone here were old friends since birth. Only they would know the truth about the effort it took to get there. Even Jael admired the sight.

Jael:(Is this what happens when hate heals? If dad could do it then there’s hope for me. I just need time right?)

“9:45 train to north western Anima arrived. 10:00 train to Vacou will arrive soon.”

Ren:Well...that’s me. Time to get healed.

Mercury:We’ll miss you guys.

Emerald:Don’t you dare get lazy out there. We want to meet up with all of you.

Nora:Hopefully we’ll be done before you guys are. Don’t rush your healing for me ok?

Ren:As long as you don’t rush so I don’t have to join. *kisses her* Tenzen?

Tenzen:Yeah?

Ren:Be ready for me to out dance you when I get back. *winks*

Tenzen:*smiles* I accept your challenge! I’ll show the student has surpassed the teacher.

The unlikely trio gets on the train as they wave goodbye. Even with a nice goodbye however, hearts start to get heavy. No turning back now.

Nora:You okay Tenzen?

Tenzen:I’m okay *takes a breath* being here hurts more than I thought to see him go.

“10:00 train to Vacou arrived”

Tenzen:Now I gotta watch you.

Blake:Already!? It’s ahead of schedule.

Nora:*hugs him tightly* No matter what happens, never lose that smile of yours. Light up people’s world and live happily.

Tenzen:Bright and sudden like a lightning bolt; I promise.

Adam:Neo, you’re second in command. I know you and Ilia can handle things.

Weiss:Hey, you got that promotion you wanted.

Neo:By default but I’ll take it. You leave the organization in good hands.

Ilia:I’ll watch her....

Blake:Same....

Frost family:*stares at him*

Adam:*opens his arms* Don’t just stand there you three.

Frost family:*hugs him* Be safe, we love you.

Tai:Will you miss me this time?

Raven:I missed you last time. *kisses him* Don’t worry, I’ll be back in your arms before you know it.

Jaune:*hugging Ruby and Yang* It was seeing you two again*

Ruby:Next time it’ll be for good. You have my word. My house still needs to be rebuilt. I’ll give you two a moment. *dashes off*

Yang:.....I really wanted to wear that wedding ring longer.

Jaune:Next time you will. Until then...*tears up* it’ll be waiting for you just like me. Anything you want me to tell Yujin?

Yang:I don’t know if there’s anything more for me to say. If she never forgives me then......hehe *covers her face* damn it, please let her forgive me. *weeping* I don’t think I can live knowing she won’t!

She breaks down and drops to her knees; not caring who sees. The sight of it is almost too much for Jaune to take as she helps her back on her feet and guides her to the train door. From there Ruby takes her and everyone on it stares back at their family as the doors finally close. The whistle finally blows to solidify the journey, then it starts to move. Slowly at first but surly getting faster. Every so, everybody just keeps staring as the distance grows. The moment nobody wanted is here; the moment of uncertainty.

“STOP THE TRAIN!!!!”

Yang’s head jerked up in shocked. That shout was extremely close; too close to be possible. The train was moving near high speed by now. Already the station looked like a speck to them, but she definitely knew what she heard.

Yang:Please tell me someone else heard that?

Nora*halfway out a window* This is something you might want to see Yang.

Yang:*looks* Y....Yujin!?

Several feet behind them was none other than her daughter driving right beside the train at full speed. She glances over at her mother with an awkward smile and wave.

Yang:YUJIN!?

Adam:Never a dull moment.

Ruby:How’d she gey the mustang off of Patch?

Yujin:Tell the conductor to stop! I’m almost out of ga- *car slowing down* damnit.....!

Yang:Shit! Uhhh is there an emergency break or.... Oh! Make a portal mom!

Raven:That car is still moving way too fast. Last thing we need is mustang flying in here. If she got out the car then-

Nora:Would a boy flying through here be a problem? *smiling*

Once again they look out the window but the mustang is empty. A trail of orange lightning can be seen barely keeping up with the caboose of the train.

Raven:*grabs sword* I’ll try...

Yang:*walks to the back.*

Yujin:Whenever I need help you never hesitate.

Tenzen:*carrying her* By now you should know I have your back; even if your ideas are completely insane.

Yujin:*stretching*If I can just reach the back....I almost..... *grabs it* Ha!

Tenzen:*tosses her up* Good luck!

Yujin:Huh? Take my hand!

Tenzen:Nah, this is your goodbye. Tell my mom she doesn’t have to worry about me. *stops running*

She can see him wave as the distance increases. Her heart starts to race as her palms get sweaty. Only thing standing in her way now is a few doors. All she has to do is open it.

Yujin:*grabs handle* Here goes noth-

Yang:*Opens door*..........

Yujin:....Have you been crying? Your eyes are puffy.

Yang:Your eyes are puffy too......

Yujin:It’s been a rough morning. *pulls out journal* I guess you were wrong about me not getting anything from you; we cry the same. *shaking* You were also wrong about you being a terrible mom. I’m a sorry excuse for a daughter.

Yang:Yujin I-

Yujin:No, I need to get this off my chest. I...*sniff* I punched you in the face, screamed and shunned you. I said I didn’t care if you came back alive. *crying* How could I say that to you!? I am so, so sorry mom. I am ashamed and disgusted with myself for what I did. All you did was try your best to be around ever since you came back and I-

Before she could chastise herself further, Yang reached out and pulled her in close. Whatever Yujin was going to say turned into pure noise as she began to wailing into her mother’s shirt. All Yang could do his hold her tighter she started to cry again too.

Yujin:I can’t believe I wasted the entire week being upset; now I don’t know when I’ll see you again.

Yang:It’s alright, this moment right is enough. It’s more than enough. *lets go* I want you to know that I’m not mad at you in the slightest you got that? Life has a way of bringing people together when it matters most; I’ll come back to you and your father I swear. *wiping Yujin’s tears*

Yujin:We’ll be waiting for you; no matter how long it takes. Mom I...I love you, even when I thought I didn’t. Being your daughter is something I’ll never regret.

Yang:I love you too and I’m so proud of you as well. You’re growing up just fine. *smiles* Promise me something; promise me that you’ll continue to be the best version of yourself you can be and show everyone at Beacon what you’re made of.

Yujin:*smiles* Ha, with this journal I’ll make sure everyone knows what a Xiao Long can do.

Raven:*walks in with everyone, including Tenzen* Sorry to cut this short but people are starting to see we have stowaways.

Yujin:How’d you get on Tenzen?

Tenzen:*winded* We overshot a portal your grandma made. Please don’t make me run that fast again.

Nora:At least you got to see me one more time. *hugs him*

Raven:*makes a portal* this leads right to Jaune. Stay safe kiddos.

Yujin and Tenzen:See you later everyone!

Everyone:See you when we see you.

Tenzen:*jumps through portal*

Yujin:Later “Hunter extraordinaire.”

Yang:Later Sundrop.....

As she walks up to the portal, Yujin stops for a moment and turns back around. Without warning she swaps her blue bandanna with Yang’s purple one.

Yujin:For luck, better have it when you get back. *jumps through portal*

Jaune:*waiting*

Yang:*smiling* Deal.....

Yujin:*hops out* Hey dad! Saw mom and I sort of lost the car in a ditch. Sorry for not telling y- *gets hugged*

Jaune:You’re such a handful you know that?

Yang:I think it’s genetics. Can we go home now? I’m super exhausted.

Tenzen:At this rate you’ll be spent before the exams begin.

Yujin:About that, *looks at journal* I think I’m gonna hold off on those until next year. I got some reading to do.

Sienna:*ears twitching* You hear that?

Jael:As clear as day.

Sienna:Guess that means you’ll be a year ahead.

Jael:Nah, *holds chest* I think....I want a breather and spend time at home a bit longer. Is that okay?

Jacquelyn:When would I say no to spending more time with my kids? So, you gonna say hi to her?

The idea was enticing and not a bad one. Before she agreeded to it though her eyes glanced back over at Yujin; specifically what was around her neck. A pendent in the shape of a sun. Not much different than the star pendant Adam gave her as a late birthday present during the festival. The only reason was it was late was because during her actual birthday he was already off to check in on Yujin like usual. But why would he give her one too? Unless both of them have close or the same-

Jael:.....*walks away* I’ll pass, not up to it. Maybe next time.

Jacquelyn:Oh uhhh okay? Let’s get going then.

Jael:Fine by me; not a fan of this place anyways.

Yujin:Hmm? Is that Adam’s family? Maybe I should say- *tugged away by Tenzen* hey! What ar you doing?

Tenzen:You smell like you haven’t showered in in a day, you’re in a tank top and pj pants with no shoes, and they probably need time to themselves. Not the best time for first impressions. Go home dork; I’ll call you later.

Yujin:You have a point I guess. Thanks for everything Tenzen; you are a real life saver.

Tai wraps his arm around the girl and walk off with Jaune. Neo finally decides to make her leave with Ilia and Blake as they discuss their next move. Tenzen however takes a minute just to stare at this mysterious girl with goat horns as she continues to walk away. He couldn’t put his finger on it but there was something about her aura that was just.....intense.

Tenzen: “A life saver” huh? I hope it wasn’t that serious. *walks home*

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[the--sad--hatter]

Phantom Pain (13)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader 

WARNINGS - Bad Habits and Rough Sex, Angsty and Dark AF. 

DESCRIPTION -  Everybody in the world knew of you, but not who you really were. Some called you a vigilante, some called you a criminal and some called you a hero but all of them called you The Phantom. Only two people knew your real identity and they swore to never tell anyone but when The Avengers need to infiltrate a high-security facility, Bruce Banner deduces that you’re the only one who can pull it off. That decision puts you and Bucky Barnes on a path you can’t turn back from, even if neither of like where it’s leading.

Series Masterlist

Chapter Thirteen - Affairs and Petty Theft

“I can’t believe you let me be unkind to The Phantom.”

Steve was pacing across the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you knew who she was and didn’t tell me.” He huffed at everyone.

You grinned in bemusement at the random turn of events. It was so befuddling and amusing that you almost weren’t even stressed about your father having escaped. Almost.

“Steve, think we’re focusing on the wrong issue here?” Sam asked.

“Hey, don’t be rude to Captain America.” You snapped, your shoulders shaking dangerously with contained mirth.

Steve went a little pink and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I told you to tell him.” Bucky said to you, inadvertently drawing attention to himself.

“Ninety years of friendship Buck, and you didn’t tell me!”

“Is Cap really fangirling? Have I had too much to drink? Did I have a stroke? Is this really happening?” Tony whispered like he was afraid to break the moment.

“He’s been obsessed with The Phantom since she tied those three muggers to a lampost and walked the old lady home.” Sam informed Tony.

“I’m not obsessed!” Steve insisted.

“She’s a vigilante with manners Sam, they should be giving her a medal, not hunting her down.” Sam mocked, doing a startlingly good impression of Steve.

“And that was before he found out she was Ross’s niece.” Clint pointed out.

Steve’s head snapped around to look at you and he looked at you reverently.

“You are defying the Accord’s even though your Uncle is in charge of them.” Steve stated, pride and admiration shining in his tone.

“Yeah well, he blew me up. I owe him nothing.” You said with a shrug.

“About that... Your father and uncle blew you up?” Clint backtracked.

“I’ve got this one. Princess here figured out something strange was going down at the company and did a little snooping, once she found out they were using Gamma Radiation she tracked Banner down and asked him for help. She snuck me and Brucey into the facility where we found the radiation bomb about to blow. Radiation fallout would have killed millions and the containment chamber could only be closed from the inside. Bruce and I were arguing about who got the do the heroic sacrifice and she snuck past us and locked the containment chamber herself. Then she died horrifically and became Casper the not so friendly ghost.” Tony summed up.

“What happened to the bomb?” Natasha asked after everyone gaped for a moment.

“They never found out I was there and the project was classified a failure and shut down.” You said.

“I have to ask...” Sam began and you looked at him and gestured for him to continue.

“When you said you died, do you mean you’re actually dead? Are you a real ghost?”

“She’s not dead, her heart beats, she has brainwaves.” Bruce said emphatically before you had a chance to answer.

“I can just turn invisible, walk through walls and am biologically frozen the way I was when I died.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Frozen?”

“I’m not ageing.” You clarified.

“So everybody knows everything now. Cool. Yeah, awesome.” You said.

“Want to focus on something else? Like your father?” Tony offered.

“Now we know it wasn’t Miss King, I mean The Phantom, who did help him escape we need to figure out who did.”

“Well first of all, you can call me by my name, or one of my thousand nicknames since for some reason nobody ever uses my actual name.” You quipped.

“Second of all, how did you break out?” You asked Tony.

“I have a question.” Clint said, raising his hand.

“The Widow and Phantom teamed up to incarcerate me. It was not as much fun as it sounds.” Tony explained.

“Agadoo doo doo.” You sang under your breath and Tony glared at you.

“I wasn’t under lock down, after I managed to pick the lock on the door I just walked out.” He said, flipping you off.

“What about Ross? We’re all in agreement that he’s a slimy bastard and we don’t trust him.” Clint put out there.

“I don’t think so. Uncle Thaddy is set to lose a lot if anyone finds out about my dad, he wouldn’t risk his reputation like that.” You said.

“Alright, here’s the plan. Natasha, Bucky, Loki,  Wanda, Clint, you five interview everyone in the building and look for anyone that seems suspicious. Tony, look into everyone who works there. Everyone else with me, we’ll look for physical evidence.” Steve said, slipping into Captain mode before turning to you with an excited look.

“Phantom... can you snoop around? People say all sorts of things when they think nobody is listening.” The Captain asked hopefully.

You didn’t really want to get tied up with The Avengers like this, it wouldn’t be to difficult for anyone to put the pieces together if The Phantom started working with The Avengers the same day you moved into the compound but... Steve looked so hopeful and he was giving you the puppy dog eyes.

“Aye aye Captain.”

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“Anything to report, Phantom?” Steve asked through the comms.

“Beth from the third floor is cheating on Craig in human resources with Kyle from the cafeteria.” You offered.

“Beth is such a hoe.” Clint said.

“Alright, anything else?” Steve asked.

“I stole a Mars Bar from the vending machine if anyone’s hungry?” You suggested.

“I’ll have one.”

“Get me a snickers.”

“Do they have m&m’s?”

“Can you get me a can of coke?”

“Guys, we’re not engaging in petty theft. Does anyone have any mission related news?” Steve reprimanded.

There was only silence over the comms until Steve sighed heavily.

“I’m running out of energy, I need to find a place to unghost for a bit.” You admitted.

You had been holding the invisibility non stop for over thirty minutes straight which was a record for you and it was taking it’s toll.

“There’s a place on the fourth floor, I’ll make sure it’s clear.” Bucky told you.

“Alright Phantom, take a beat. We’ll keep looking.”

You wearily made your way to the fourth floor and saw Bucky standing outside a door. You whistled lowly to him and he opened the door and you followed him inside the maintenance closet. As soon as you reappeared your fatigue kicked in and you stumbled. He hurriedly caught you around the waist and held you up. Your head lolled against his shoulder and he frowned at the heat radiating off you.

“Domniţă, are you alright?” He asked, placing a hand against your temple to check your temperature.

“You’re burning up.” He said worriedly.

“Happens when I stay intangible for too long.” You muttered weakly.

“What can I do?” He asked briskly.

“I just need to rest for a minute.” You said, stiffling a yawn.

He jostled you for a second and the next thing you knew, he was sat on the floor with you cradled in his lap.

“Can I take a cat nap?” You asked hopefully, nuzzling into his chest without thinking about it.

“Ten minutes, I’ll watch over you.”He vowed, his fingers absent-mindedly toying with your hair.

That was all you needed to hear and you drifted off. He couldn’t help but notice how perfectly you fit against him as your breathing evened out. You didn’t even hesitate to trust him to keep you safe, you didn’t even think about flinching away when he held you. The door opened abruptly and Tony found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Disturbing as that is Barnes, you have something on your lap.” Tony sniggered.

“Snark, go away or I’ll punch you in the kneecap.” You threatened.

“You look awful princess. How long did you ghost for?” Tony demanded.

“Half an hour.”

“She was burning up and nearly passed out.” Bucky informed him.

Tony looked ticked off and Bucky glanced down at your sheepish expression.

“Everytime I use my powers I... I burn. The way I did when I died, it’s like dying all over again.” You admitted sheepishly to Bucky.”

Bucky looked horrified.

“You let her do this?” He said, glaring at Tony.

“No, of course not. But she doesn’t listen to anybody.” Tony scoffed.

“Because I’m a grown woman who can make her own choices, now go away, you’re interrupting naptime.” You said, shooing him away and yawning.

You closed your eyes again and heard the shutter sound of the camera on Tony’s phone.

“Snark, I’ll murder you in your sleep.” You muttered.

“I’ll help.” Bucky offered.

“It’s a date.” You said, before promptly passing out.

“Is she ok? Really?” Bucky asked.

Tony tilted his head to check you were actually asleep before he answered.

“At the risk of sounding like I care, be careful with her.” Tony warned.

“I’m not going to do anything to hurt her.” Bucky assured him.

“That’s sweet but not what I meant. Princess might not be what the tabloids say she is but there’s truth in the rumours. She doesn’t date, doesn’t fall in love and she absolutely will eat you alive and spit out your bones.” Tony said.

“There’s nothing going on Stark and I don’t plan on falling in love with her.” Bucky lied.

“Nobody ever plans it, it just happens.”

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“Well I found absolutely nothing of use.” You told Clint as you sat down in the back of the quinjet.

“Me either, sorry.” He said apologetically.

“What about you?” You asked.

“I just said I didn’t.” Clint chuckled.

“I was asking him.” You said, gesturing to Loki.

“Um, there’s nobody there.” Clint pointed out.

You gasped loudly and Loki smirked.

“Oh no, can you see other ghosts? Is there one here right now?” Clint asked, looking around nervously.

Loki reappeared and Clint breathed a sigh of relief.

“Wait, you can see him when he does that?” Clint asked, turning round in his chair fully to look at the two of you.

“Tell nobody about this and you will be the only person who remains safe from the havoc.” You offered.

Clint looked between you and Loki and your matching evil smirks.

“Deal.”

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Steve: I'm not fangirling. Tony: Sure Jan.

Bucky: I'm not going to fall in love with her. Tony: Sure Jan.

Miss King: I'm an adult. Tony: Sure Jan.

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[thatonecurlygirl]

Defending Dean Winchester [3]

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean x Reader Warning: none Word Count: 1.7k Read more: Defending Dean Winchester

“That was a major let down.” You sigh, throwing your bag into the Impala’s trunk. The three of you spent a day and a half there before completely debunking the “haunted” theory. 

The explanations of what was going on were completely cliché. Faulty electrical wiring, raccoons in the attack. The two teens that passed had overdosed. There was nothing paranormal happening anywhere around the house. The scariest thing was the fact that this lead was actually followed. 

Sam and Dean were disappointed too, but you can tell they were also equally relieved. You can see in their eyes that they’re exhausted. Back to back hunts are never easy, especially when you fight as hard as the Winchesters do. In the time that you’ve known them, you haven’t known them to back down even when they are dog tired. 

“Dean, if you want to rest I can drive.” You offer, closing the trunk. 

“No, it’s alright.” He smiles and nods to the car. “You take shotgun.”

“Dean,” you sigh. 

“Seriously, it’ll help make the drive a lot less grueling.”

Shrugging your shoulders and sighing, you slip into the passenger seat that is usually occupied by the younger Winchester. It feels weird, different and foreign to be sitting here. You feel as if you are breaking some rule. It’s a big deal, well, maybe just to you. Same returns from checking out and slips into the backseat as if he is unbothered by the fact that you are sitting in his seat. 

“Sorry for taking your spot Sam, Dean is making me sit up here.” You turn, apologizing to him.

“Not my spot,” he chuckles. “You can sit up there if you want.” 

“Oh, I wasn’t given much of a choice in the matter. I’m sitting beside Dean against my will. I’m honestly not sure how I will survive this ride back.” You sigh dramatically, giggling at the looks Dean is giving you as he pulls out of the parking lot. 

“Just pretend like you’re sleeping, he’ll leave you alone then,” Sam suggests, chuckling. 

“That’s a brilliant idea! I just wish I would have thought of that earlier.” 

Your amused laughter is drowned out by the music playing loudly over the speaker. Dean, tired of yours and Sam’s nonsense, turned up the music. His fingers drum against the steering wheel and he lips the words to the songs. It’s like an instant redirection from the indirect teasing to being in absolute awe of Dean Winchester. He has always had something about him that can just stop you in your tracks and draw you in, even when you are mad at him. You aren’t sure if he’s noticed it and is doing it on purpose, or if it is completely unintentional, but it gets you every time. 

“Gummy worm?” You ask Dean, pulling your attention away from admiring him so you are not caught staring. 

You pull a bag of gummy worms from your purse that is filled with snacks, IDs, cash and a few knives. It’s truly your emergency bag, in there you have almost everything you need in case you run into a sticky situation. You even have a small pack of wet wipes. 

Dean sticks his hand in the bag of gummy candies, pulling out a handful and popping them into his mouth two at a time. That man could eat and eat and still keep that amazing body of his, in fact, that is exactly what happens. 

“Slow down, Dean. If you keep eating those like a starved dog, you’ll choke on one.” Sam warns. 

Dean just shrugs, shoving two more worms in his mouth as he speeds down some backroad. You just smile, watching the passing properties. When you were little, in elementary school, you were asked what you wanted to be when you grew up. Never would you have imagined you would be fighting monsters alongside two badass men and their adopted family, you were supposed to be an actress — yeah, right. The thought of that makes you chuckle. 

In early high school, you just wanted to be happy with your life and sure, hunting isn’t something you would have wanted with your life but you are happy with having the Winchester’s in it. 

There was an expanse of time in which you were nowhere close to happy in any meaning of the word, you were miserable. After losing your family, you were sent in a downward spiral of fear and depression, cooped up in our house until you decided you were too afraid to live the rest of your life in fear. You gathered up all the fear and anger in your body and used it to push you to find the beasts that took your family and promised to take your life. Along the way, while in deep shit, you ran into Jody who took you in for a few weeks and introduced you to the Winchesters who promised to help you hunt the monsters after you and provide you a safe place to stay, you’ve been with them ever since. 

“Dean?” You ask quietly, eyes closed and head resting on the door, the air from the rolled down windows blowing in your face. 

“Yeah?”

You sit up straighter, adjusting in your seat and looking behind you to make sure Sam is asleep before continuing. “If you weren’t hunting, what would you be doing?”

“I’d be dead.” He jokes. 

“No, seriously.”

“I don’t know. I’ve grown up in this, this is what I do. This is our life.” He shrugs, taking on a serious tone, eyebrows furrowed in thought. 

“What would you want your life to be like. Who would Dean Winchester be if he didn’t grow up as a hunter?”

Dean doesn’t answer, he’s quiet, staring out at the street in front of him. You almost think he isn’t going to answer until he turns down the music and glances over at you for a moment. 

“A dad, a husband. I’d have a normal life with a normal job, a mortgage and saving up for the kiddo’s college tuition.” He shrugs, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I’d be… normal.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, ya know. I had that for a while with Lisa and Ben. That’s the life I wanted, but it was selfish to bring them into this.” He motions around with a hand. “What about you?”

“When I was in high school, I decided that it didn’t matter what I was doing as long as I was happy.” You confess.

“Are you?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I’m happy that I was able to meet you and Sam, that we are as close as we are, but I really would enjoy a relatively ‘normal’ life, with normal neighbors. It’d be great if my biggest enemy was a snobby, rich mom on the PTA board.” You giggle at the though.

“Modest dreams.” 

“Too bad all I have is nightmares.” You sigh. 

“Comes with the territory.” Dean nods, reaching out and gently squeezing your knee. 

His large, warm hand sends jolts of electricity to your bones, your body flooded with goosebumps. His hand lingers there for a few moments too long to be unintentional. You go to slide your hand onto of his but before you are able to, he retracts his hand and places it back on the steering wheel. 

“Sammy, we are here,” Dean announces as he pulls into the car park, reaching back to nudge his younger brother awake. “I’m going to bed, don’t wake me.”

 He slips out of the car, not even looking at you before leaving the two of you behind. 

“I’ll be in later. I’m going to take a walk. You go get some rest.” You nod toward the door as you head the opposite way. 

Maybe you intended on taking a walk to clear your thoughts, but once you stepped outside you decided against the walk and just sat out on a random slab of concrete. The spot right above your knee where Dean’s and rested is still radiating heat to the rest of your body.

“Y/n,” Deans voice breaks the silence you are sitting in. “Come inside, you should probably get some sleep too. You were up all night.” You can see the sincere concern on his face.

“I’m not really tired.” You shrug your shoulder, lying through your teeth. 

Truth is, you are exhausted. You want to sleep so bad, but the thought of potentially being faces with the nightmares that torment you almost every other night, you are too afraid to sleep. It’s true, you didn’t sleep at all last night save for ten-minute naps here and there, but you can barely call those naps. 

“Is it the nightmares?” He walks over, taking a seat next to you on the concrete slab. You just shrug your shoulders in response, refusing to look over at him as you hug yourself. You can hear his sympathetic sigh as he runs his hand across his face. 

“Look, I understand the nightmares, but not sleeping is only going to drive you crazy.” He stands up. “I’ll stay in there with you tonight so that I am right there if you need me. Come on, let’s go.” 

“Dean, you don’t-“

“Come on, Y/n. I’m not going to go to sleep until you do and I am fucking drained.” 

“Fine.” You stand up, following him inside. “Thanks, Dean.” 

“Shh, don’t mention it.” He brushes it off as the two of you head to your room. “This is what I do.”

“Convince girls to let you in bed with them?”

“No, well yes, but no. I mean to keep people safe.” He smiles. “Especially pretty girls.”

“What a hero.” You roll your eyes playfully, sliding into the bed, giving Dean room to slide in next to you. 

“Don’t worry, I’m right here.” He whispers softly, turning out the light. “You can sleep.” 

That’s how you fall asleep, in your bed, tucked under your comforter with Dean occupying the space beside you. It doesn’t take long for you to fall into a deep sleep, the comfort of knowing Dean is right there, quickly easing you in. 

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[batfamily-trash]

Oops

Can you write where the reader is poison Ivys and Jokers daughter and has a One nightstand with Damian and she is 16 and pregnant with Damian’s baby ps no smut needed

a/n: Minor change- age bumped up to 18

Key: b/n - Baby’s name

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcholic drinks

Who would’ve guessed that Pamela Isley or otherwise known as Poison Ivy would’ve hooked up with the damn Joker? No one, not even them. So when the rouge’s all decided to go get drinks and have a good time they made the mistake of not having someone to tell them when to stop drinking. Like an adult.

The morning after, Harley and multiple rouges had to drag Ivy away from Joker before she could kill him. Oh, how she regrets not killing that sad pathetic clown. Especially after finding out she was pregnant with you. Surprise surprise.

That’s what Harley told you when you asked her what lead to your existence. She loves you as if you were her daughter. Every time you asked her about your father when you were younger she would sugarcoat everything. Now that you are older even you wonder why that sicko is alive.

People already gave you enough bullshit with you being Jokers daughter, even the batfamily. Whenever you went out be it as a civilian or with your mom someone was always following. Usually, it was Robin who would stalk you, sometimes Red Hood. You remember Harley telling you that the sperm donor kidnapped Hoodie and left him to die in a warehouse after beating him with a crowbar.

Whenever you go out with your mom, you and Robin always end up fighting. And that fighting usually always end up with someone getting pinned. Mostly Robin because you take him by surprise with your amazing plant powers. You’d think after years of messing around he would be more attentive.  

Today was no different. Your mom wanted to see how well you would do out in the real world with people so she had Harley take you out to a club. Yeah sure, take the plant-human hybrid person to a club with drunk idiots what could go wrong.

Once in the club Harley ditched you and went off to look for her buddies. Yay. You decided to avoid the dance floor and head straight to the bar for a drink.

Before you even left the dance floor someone had wrapped their arms around your waist and pulled you towards them. “Care to dance, y/n?”

You turned around and raised your hand to slap the stranger but then you realized it, Damian Wayne, otherwise known as Robin. “So?”

“Fine Mr. Wayne,” you said, “But I won’t be responsible for your injuries the next time you sneak up on me.”

“Whatever you say, Miss Isley.”

Damian and you spent the rest of the night together since Harley accidentally ditched you. After what seemed to be twenty drinks a drunk Damian took you back to one of his safehouses and one thing lead to another.

The next morning you woke up to a pounding feeling in your head and last nights events were a bit hazy. You remembered your mom telling Harley that you had to be home before one, crashing into Damian, and Harley ditching you. You also remembered drinking wayyyy too much.

You slowly lifted yourself up and studied your surroundings. There was an array of weapons hanging from the wall in front of you, your clothes were all over the floor and Damian was sleeping naked next to you. When you came to your senses you began to freak out. You hooked up with the Bats kid. If your dad weren’t Joker that would be okay, but no. This was bad.

As quickly and silently as you could, you got off the bed, picked your clothes off the floor and put them on before running out of Damian’s safehouse. Once you were a safe distance away you called your mom, who was extremely worried. After she yelled at you for ten minutes for worrying her she picked you up and took you home.

-5 weeks later-

“n/n sweetheart? Are you okay?” your mom asked you.

“Yeah just tired,” you answered. Ivy looked at you suspiciously before returning her attention to her beloved plants.

“If you need to talk you know I’m here,” she said trimming some roses, “and so are the plants. You can tell them anything.”

“I know mom, but if it makes you feel bet…”

“How are my favorite girls!” Harley interrupted. You sighed and turned to face Harley.

“Hey, Harls!”

“Hiya kiddo! You look different…”

“Whatever do you mean?” you chuckled.

“I don’t know… you seem glowy,” she said, “Are you pregnant?!?!”

You heard something snap behind you as Harley ran to you. Harley hugged you as your mom made vines grown at an accelerating rate. “When and who, y/n?” Ivy demanded.

“Hehe I don’t know what you mean mommy.”

“Oh! Was it that cute boy at the club? What’s his name? Damian?”

You laughed nervously as you tried to deny everything Harley was telling you. It was no secret to your mom and Harley Robin’s secret identity. Which made him an extremely easy target.

“Robin?!?!” Ivy exclaimed.

“haha uh there’s no point in lying is there?” you asked.

“No,” Ivy answered. You were screwed.

“Does he know?” Harley asked you. They took your silence as a no.

“Then let’s go find him.”

Not even two hours later and your mom had Damian wrapped up with every vine in existence. Poor kid was confused. He was confused as to why your mom had him hanging over the edge of Wayne Enterprises and why you have been avoiding him. He was also confused as to why Harley was ready to bash his head in with a mallet.

“y/n what’s going on?!?”

“what’s going is that you got my daughter pregnant!” your mom yelled, tightening the vines. Damian groaned in pain as his emerald eyes widen in surprise.

“I… got her… pregnant?” he choked out.

“Mom let him go! You’re killing him!”

Ivy reluctantly brought him back to the roof and let him go. You ran towards him as he fell to the ground gasping for air. “Are you alright?” you asked him.

He nodded and looked at you. He got you pregnant and you didn’t even think to tell him. “How long?” he asked you.

“I’ve known for a week or two…”

“You knew and you didn’t tell anyone?!?!” Ivy shouted.

You helped Damian get up and looked at your mom. “Mom, I’m an adult. I don’t need you controlling my every move in life. So what if I’m pregnant.? Hmm? At least I’m here in Gotham with you and not in South America!”

“The blame also goes to me,” Damian said, “I… we should’ve been more careful. I’ll take care of her and my child.”

“What’s your family gonna say about this birdie?” Harley asked.

“Let me deal with them,” he answered. You looked at your mom nervously than at Damian. You didn’t think he would be this calm. At least your mom wasn’t trying to kill him again.

“Fine, but if you hurt her. I will find out. And I will make the rest of your life a living hell.” and with that, your mom left with Harley leaving you and Damian alone.

The both of you stood by each other in silence. Not knowing what to say. What is there to say anyway? Since it was obvious neither one of you were going to talk you decided to grow a random flower on the roof.

Damian observed your every move. He kinda admired you. Your mom was an ecoterrorist and your dad was a psychopath and here you were, acting like a normal person with powers. You didn’t let what your parents do get in the way of your life unless it was absolutely necessary. Like that time your dad released his toxin in the city, you didn’t sit down and do nothing, you helped clear the city.  And yet, you were seen as a threat.

“y/n, listen. If you don’t want me in your life I understand. But please let me at least help you,” Damian said breaking the silence.

“Help me how?”

“Get you out of the city, move you someplace safe. Where your dad can’t find you and no one can harm you.”

You thought about his offer. The moment your dad finds out you‘re pregnant with Damian’s kid he would do something insane to hurt him. Even if you were his blood.

“Fine. But, not too far away. I would still like to see my mom and Harley,” you said.

“Of course.”

- 1 year later -

You sighed in content as you lulled your baby to sleep. Ivy, Selina, and Harley had visited and they spent the entire day spoiling b/n against Damian’s orders. Not that that bugged you but Damian had trouble trusting your mom but after a while, he began to trust her a little. He still didn’t trust her enough to let you move back to Gotham. You moved to Bludhaven since there was at least one hero that Damian trusted there.

Once you were in your room you laid down in your bed and waited for Damian to get back from patrol. When the batfamily found out about your pregnancy with Damian they flipped. They all thought you were up to something until they saw Damian at the hospital freaking out after you had gotten in an accident. Someone had decided to mug you and you used your powers to defend yourself, but the amount of power you used caused you to pass out. Least to say the mugger had to put in a full body cast for a couple months.

You propped yourself up when you heard the bedroom window open. Damian slipped in quietly and closed the window before turning towards you.

“I thought you would be sleep by now?”

“b/n woke up, I just put them to sleep,” you said, “How was patrol?”

“A couple assassins, some complete idiots, and several low lives,” he said taking off his suit. You chuckled and laid back down.

“Something funny, n/n? Damian asked. You stopped laughing and covered your eyes.

“Nopeee,” you replied. You felt the bed shift as Damian uncovered your eyes. Damian leaned down, his nose softly brushing yours before kissing you.

“Mmhm. I love you, you know that right?”

“b/n loves you too.”

A minute later b/n started to cry. You sighed and pushed Damian off you. “Your turn love,” you said smugly.

“What?!?!”

“I took care of her all day today, your turn.”

Damian unwilling got off the bed and walked to b/n room. “I hate you,” he grumbled.

“Love you too!”

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[hollowlegend]

IzuOcha Week 2020 day 1

Our flight over from Japan to Hawaii wasn't as long as I was expecting, only 8 hours in total. After we got off the plane, Ochako’s parents were ecstatic to finally be here. It's hard getting any time off when you are The Symbol of Heroism itself. Ochako and I have been dating since our third year at UA high and got together when the Meta Liberation Army attacked UA and I saved her life knowing that if she died I couldn't go on. That was five years ago and I haven't told her the true meaning to our little vacation. As far as she's aware we are bringing her parents here to spend 3 months in a five star resort on the main island. Not to flex on anyone or seem ungrateful but when you're a top ten hero let alone the number one pro hero, money isn't an object anymore. I don't do my job for it's ridiculous 12 digit salary, I do it because it is the right thing to do. The real reason I brought Ochako’s family here, including her of course, is to propose to Ochako. 

    Once collecting our bags from the baggage claim we make our way to the rental car center and then freak out slightly because they don't drive on the same side of the road as we do in Japan. Once collecting our car from the rental office we leave the airport destined for the main resort on the Island. King Kamehameha’s Palace resort, sounds like something out of dragon ball but apparently he was an actual person. Unlike the resort because the Author couldn't be bothered to look up a resort in Hawaii and is now having me break the fourth wall to let you all know that it's fake as far as he is aware, and seriously stop with the comments about fixing the wall I'm just going to break it again because the Author wants me to. Anyways, the resort is absolutely massive and when we arrive both Ochako's Mother, Tousa, and my brunette lover herself, pass out from seeing the lavish building that looks like it's made of gold. We get separate rooms and make our way to the east penthouse suite and Ochako’s parents are in the west one. 

“I can't believe it Izuku! This is amazing! Everything is so nice! The soap looks like it costs 10,000,000 yen to hold! And the bed feels so soft! We need a bed like this in the house!” Ochako exclaims as she sets down her toiletry bag and flops on the massive bed. I smile at her reaction before unpacking my bag and putting it in the drawers by my side of the bed. 

“You say that but most nights you end up sleeping curled around me like our little Mochi and Udon. Speaking of, do you think they will be fine staying with Eri and my mom? She already has 5 cats so the two rowdy kittens might be a little bit of trouble.” I respond thinking of our twin tuxedo kittens whose coats are the inverse of the other. One being black on most of her belly aside from her stomach and her brother being the opposite.    

“Eri will probably be snuggling with them all day. For cats those two are surprisingly lazy. Izuku… I never got to thank you for everything. Saving my life, going out of your way to raise my self esteem, training with me when you unlocked float, everything you've done with me or for me.” She says hugging me and laying her head on my chest. I rub my arm along her shoulder and kiss the top of her head.       

“You don't need to thank me Ochako, everything I did, I did for you because it is the right thing to do. Out of everyone that I have saved during my hero career, you were the first one in real danger when no one else was going to help. Kacchan doesn't count since All Might was the one who dealt with the villain after I ran in there attempting to free him. Always remember you were the first I saved, and the first and last I will love. There will be no one else except for you my sweet mochi.” I respond pinching her chubby cheeks slightly which causes her to pout adorably in response.  

“What time is it Izuku?” She asks as I pull my other arm around her and look at the time. 

“Well we need to get ready because we are going to a Luau soon. Which one did you want to do?” I ask as she breaks our little embrace and walks over to the desk where she put the brochure. 

“Hmm… I don't want to go to the whole scripted one that the hotel is holding all that much. Sure it is fun but we don't get to meet anyone local who enjoys themself instead of working. Let's go to Germain’s luau instead of the King Kamehameha one that one kinda sounds lame.” She says causing me to laugh to myself a little bit. 

“I'll text Maruki and let him know which one we are doing. Now How about we go see what that 360 degree shower is all about shall we?” I say causing her to blush as I pick her up bridal style and we head into our bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready and making our way down stairs we meet Ochako’s parents on the way to the bottom floor. Once down there we head to the parking lot and await the arrival of the bus taking us to the luau. As we were waiting, I told Maruki of what I had planned for this evening to which he gives me a look I have never seen before in anyone, even my father All Might had never literally glowed with excitement at what I had said. Once the initial shock wore off he slapped me on the back and said that he better have grandkids very soon. Not long after the bus arrived and we along with several other people including a rather fluffy hisapnic man wearing a hawaiian shirt got on the bus. We sat towards the middle and talked amongst the other passengers including that fellow who is very very funny. Soon the man hosting the party gets on the intercom and addresses us.    

“Hel- turn that down bro. Ehem Hello everybody. Welcome to Germain’s luau my name is Rino and you can call me cousin Rino just don't ask for any money y’know what i'm sayin’.” He says in english and I translate to Ochako and her parents, I learned it from Dad-Might and David Shield. “Now do you all have any questions?” 

Several other passengers started asking questions about the weather and if and or when we would get anything to eat. He responded in a way I wasn't quite expecting which caused me to laugh a little bit. Soon he takes a seat next to the driver and we exit from the resort and head towards the Luau. As we were driving through the tropical island we admired the view from the windows as Ochako and her mother gabbed on about our homelife and why we haven't bought a massive estate like most heroes own. She goes on to tell her mother that most of my money I give to charity and keep more than enough in savings incase we get sick of our apartment or if we are going to have a baby and need another room. Eri would be ecstatic if we were having a son or daughter. Though she's only 11 right now I can definitely tell that she not only will be an amazing hero but end up getting married to Kota by the way the act around each other. We arrived at a private beach with a gazebo of palm tree leaves strung with lights with tables and an open bar nearby. It took us quote ‘Hawaiian time’ to arrive at this private beach and all being said it was very nice for a small venue. 

We got off the bus and made our way around the tables and chairs before getting served our dinner by a massive barbeque pit behind the bar. Along the beach there is flaming limbo, a flaming coal walk and fire spinners. For some reason they really really like fire. Ochako’s mother and father order a tropical hard drink in a coconut and I notice that Ochako turned down the chance to drink the alcoholic beverage they were serving. She's always been a lightweight when it comes to drinking and doesn't do it too often so it didn't surprise me all that much. As we make small talk the event starts and one by one people start doing the various activities they have planned here. Some people trying the limbo, others watching the fire twirlers and fire breathers while others took turns walking across the coals. Ochako’s parents did every single activity there was at this event. When Ochako leaves to use the bathroom I walk over to the DJ and hand him 20$ saying that I need to make an announcement and to let me use the mic. He agrees and says that he doesn't need the twenty so I put it back in my pocket and simply thank him as well as hand him an autograph for his son. After Ochako comes back from the bathroom Germain in the booth gather’s everyone’s attention. 

“I hope you guys have been having a good time but this Malou here has an announcement to make. Take it away Deku.” He says handing me the mic and causing several people to gasp and take out their phones to record and take pictures of me. 

“Thanks Germain, Now the first person I saved before becoming a hero is here tonight enjoying this Luau. Will the number 5 hero Uravity come up here please? I have a very important question to ask you.” I say and I can visibly see Ochako’s eyes widen to the size of grapefruits after registering what I had said. “Everyone here knows we have always been a couple from Day 1 of our hero career. They know that we've dated for a long time and I think it's finally time to tie the knot.” I say before getting down on one knee and pulling out a gold ring with a paragon pink diamond as the centerpiece. “My hero, My best friend and My love Ochako Uravity Uraraka, Will you make me the happiest hero alive and marry me?” I ask trying to keep my composure and not stutter. 

“Y-YES IZUKU!!!! I WILL MARRY YOU!!!” She shouts before tackling me into the sand and peppering my face in kisses repeatedly. Everyone in the audience claps seeing this and cheers as we kiss each other for the first time as an engaged couple. I slip the ring on her finger before She herself goes over and grabs the mic from the sand.

“Izuku there's also an important thing I need to tell you. My number one hero and soon to be husband… I'm pregnant.” She says then I immediately pass out.   

#IzuOcha #IzuOcha week #IzuOcha week2020

[thereluctantherosrose]

Emotion is no Weakness

Ok first off...I haven’t written in like...a year. Been struggling quite a bit this past year with alot of really stressful things and my depression and anxiety. I haven’t been able to write...like...at all. So I’m very out of practice so...keep in mind lol. But I hope you like it regardless

Pairing: Barnaby Lee x Aleksia Aries

Aleksia sat down in the Grassland of the animal reserve, the wind lightly blowing her raven hair. Her Niffler and Porluck snuggled into her, causing a soft giggle to escape past her lips. She absolutely loved this; it was one of her favourite free time activities. Her animals roamed free, playing around with not a care in the world. 

The Gryffindor girl often found that animals were easier to deal with than humans. They were less...complicated. Not that she was anti-social, but right now she needed space away from the judgement and stares of those at Hogwarts.

Her mind felt like it was in a state of constant whirlwind that refused to stop and to have a moment of peace like this, was rare. So much had happened within the past few days that she could barely take everything in at once. She had defeated a dragon, been betrayed by Rakepick and had lost her brother again, all in the same day. How she hadn’t gone completely bonkers by now, was beyond her.

Sometimes she felt like she had lost her mind. Those long sleepless nights of terror only reinforced that thinking. She would wake up, jumping out of bed and scream and thrash at whatever her mind seemed to conjure up that night. The other girls in the dorm didn’t seem to hear her in their deep slumber, aside from Rowan the odd time.  

Maybe she was kidding herself while trying to cling to the last bit of sanity she had left. Since she had arrived at Hogwarts, there had been constant rumour that she was mad. Merula never skipped a beat in trying to remind her that. It always bugged her, and she often became quite loud in defending herself, but it seemed over time she almost had become numb to it, giving into it. 

She could see the looks her friends gave her; they were worried and rightfully so. Aleksia had never been so quiet in all the time that they had known her. But she didn’t need anyone’s pity. She just needed all the bullshit to end and to leave her alone. To say such a thing was easy, but to make it a reality was a whole different story. The further she dug into the Vaults, the more complicated everything became. 

 And then there was R... Who was this R. At first, she had suspected Rakepick to be R... but it became more apparent after her betrayal that she was merely a pawn. Her brother had obviously gotten himself into something dangerous; running in the path of a very dangerous group. Whatever he had gotten into, led him to getting his friend, Duncan Ashe, killed. 

 Did Aleksia ever really know her brother? The more and more she discovered about him, the more of a stranger he seemed to be. Nothing like how she remembered him. She frowned and sighed. What was she going to do? What could she do?

 This picture of his face was still fresh in her mind. Jacob had always been a handsome boy, clean shaven with his bright hetero chromatic eyes. Yet when she had seen him, his hair was longer, and messy, facial hair along his jawline and dark circle under his eyes. But what stood out most was the scars. It was littered with scars, most likely from his unfortunate encounter with the dragon and/or possibly from Rakepick.

 Her heart was filled with uncertainty; she was both angry…sad…and most of all lost. She both loved and resented her brother, yet with all of these emotions she felt guilty for being angry. She didn’t know all the pieces to this puzzle. Would she ever truly know the truth? She wondered somberly.

 ---

“Zephyr…” she giggled “Get off my head, you silly boy” her hands reached up and pulled the Niffler, who had somehow made his way up onto her head, and took him into her arms, giving him a kiss on his tiny head. “It’s nice to know that some things are a constant huh boy?”

 “They seem to really like you…” a voice came from behind her, startling her slightly and causing her to jump. She turned around, staring into familiar green eyes. Barnaby.

 Immediately the weariness from her face was pushed aside and hidden behind a bright smile. How many times had she done so to hide her true feelings? She was unsure, she couldn’t even begin to count.

 Slowly she stood up and gently set down the Niffler in her arms on the ground, letting him scamper away to his pile of coins he had collected.

 “Though...you know...I don’t blame them…I really like you too...” Barnaby smiled down at the girl in front of him. Compared to Barnaby, Aleksia was so much smaller, only standing at about 5.3”. Barnaby thought it was cute, she was cute. 

 “Barnaby… you are such a tease…” her cheeks turned red and she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest. She took a deep breath in, taking in his familiar and comforting scent. Already just being in his arms was making her feel slightly better. 

 “Tease? Me? Never!” he smirked and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers. A perfect fit. “Have you been here all this time? I thought we were meeting for lunch?”

“Oh…Barnaby I…I’m so sorry. It totally slipped my mind…” she pulled back and frowned.

“It’s alright I was just…worried you know?” he scratched his head.

“Barnaby…You don’t have to worry about me. I’m a tough cookie remember?” she smirked and playfully punched his shoulder. “Ok...ignore that dorkish statement...Please” 

He let out a soft chuckle “I know you are…Don’t you remember when we first met in Potions class?”

Aleksia smiled “I remember…You told me that you’d vanish all the bones in my body!”

“And in return you challenged me to try with a very menacing smile I might add…”

“Did I now?” she raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Oh yes. It’s when I first knew that I liked you. You were feisty and had a will of your own…I both admired and envied that” Barnaby smiled.

She smiled back and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Really?”

“Yes…100%...But you know…like you said to me…You don’t have to be strong all the time”

“I know”

“Do you?”

A silence fell between, and Aleksia bit her lip. She wasn’t used to being called out on her façade. She was a person who often hid her feelings as to not upset other people. She wanted people to know that she wasn’t useless.  Her father had often taught her that growing up, and it had stuck unfortunately. 

“I…”

Barnaby gently took her small hands in his and squeezed them gently. “Leksi…I may not be good at sensing most things…But I know when you are hurting”

 “I’m fine” she said harsher than she had meant to. He was concerned for her, and she knew that. But she didn’t want him to worry for her. He had better things to be thinking about.

 “Leksi...I know you aren’t ok...and it’s ok that you aren’t. You just saw Jacob and... he left right after…” he put a hand on her shoulder gently, eyes pleading with her to open up to him, just as he did to her. She was a constant source of comfort, never asking for anything in return, nor asking for comfort for herself. All he wanted was to reciprocate for the girl he had fallen deeply for throughout these years Hogwarts. “I need you to know I’m here…Always…”

 Her eyes widened and she stayed silent for a moment, looking down at the ground and closed her eyes. Everything was threatening to spill over, despite her trying so hard to contain everything. She was stubborn, to a fault. “I can’t…” she whispered; her voice slightly shaky.

 “Please...I know you need to talk. You aren’t weak for showing your feelings. You taught me that. You don’t need to act tough all the time”

 She thought for a moment and bit her lip, before silent tears began spilling down “Heh…using that against me huh?” she joked around and let out a bitter chuckle “I’m…angry. I’m angry at Rakepick. I’m angry at my brother. I’m angry at myself. I have so much…anger that it’s like this ball stuck in my chest” she balled her hands into fists. “I love my brother. He was my hero. He made life with my Dad more tolerable. But then… then he basically abandoned mum and I…which I know isn’t entirely his fault but…we were stuck. And then…I am finally reunited with him and he leaves once again. And I feel…guilty about this anger but he made us so worried and then I find all the shit he’s gotten himself into…and others…It’s like…he’s not the Jacob I once knew…”

 A silence fell between them for a moment, just the sniffling from the raven-haired female could be heard. “You must think me as some...selfish brat…”

 “No”  she looked up at him in surprise “I don’t think that and I never would think that about you. You are far from selfish. There isn’t a single person within our friend group who you haven’t helped. You are right to feel uspet about Jacob. You are hurt and you love him, which makes it hurt more...If that makes any sense…” he scratched his head, looking slightly sheepish, worried that his words might just be jumbled.

 She furrowed her eyebrows and thought about what he said. It was true. No matter how angry she was, she still loved her brother. He was her role model growing up, no matter how jealous she got from her brother being the favoured one of their family. That wasn’t his fault. But him leaving twice was...and that’s what she was angry about...or at least partly. 

 “It... does…” a weak smile graced her face. “Thank you...Barnaby…”

 “You’re welcome” he smiles back “I’m glad I’m good for something”

 “Barnaby...you are good for a lot of things...You just don’t know it yet…” she took his hands in his and squeezed them. Brown eyes stared into green ones and vice versa, looking at each other with sweet affection. 

 Barnaby’s eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips. It was so tempting to just lean in and kiss her. He knew that she cared for him, and he very much cared for her. Barnaby had been so overjoyed when he had first found out that she had returned his feelings, and even more thrilled when they went on their first date. He had never kissed anyone before, but with Aleksia, he had often had this moment in his mind. 

 Now as he stared down at her,  and he so wanted to kiss her. But he was questioning himself. Was this the right time for this? Should he do this? Or was he taking advantage by doing this now? She was staring right back up at him with a soft gaze that matched his own. Unbeknownst to him, she wanted this as much as he did. So, he took the chance and leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. 

Barnaby felt as she snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her tangling her fingers in his silky locks. The moment was perfect. More perfect than either could’ve dreamed about. People often talked about how having your first kiss with someone you cared about felt like fireworks going off, but this was much more than that. It was better.

 Moving their lips against each other, with closed lids, their hearts beat at a mile a minute, and as they pulled apart, they stared into each others eyes. Both had an incredulous look on their faces that slowly turned into smiles.

“I’m uh...sorry about that...I just...well I really wanted to kiss you for awhile now…” a bright red flushed in his cheeks and she giggled.

 “I did too…”

 With that he took her hand in his as they set off back towards Hogwarts, enjoying the comforting presence of each other. Both would be there for each other, no matter what. No judgement. Just a soft pillow to land on when either felt at their weakest.

#hogwarts mystery #harry potter: hogwarts mystery #aleksia aries #barnaby lee #hphm #hphm mc #hphm jacob's sibling #hphm barnaby lee #hphm barnaby

[bookenders]

🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊 !! (from penzag)

FIVE!?!?

Ooooohkay then, @penzag! Five it is!

Grab some snacks, folks, because this is gonna be a long one. 

[Wanna hear more about my OCs?]

Here’s Mel, Fred, Mary, Jill, and Treena:  [Tag list and WIP info at the end!]

MEL

I could gush about Mel for forever, but I can’t, because spoilers.

Incredibly intelligent, criminally clever, and wonderfully weird, Mel tries not to let anyone tell her who she is.

Her family is very distant, but that’s pretty much the norm for families where she’s from. It taught her to be independent and unafraid of being on her own (even if it’s what she fears most of all).

She’s one of those people whose professional reputation differs wildly from her personality. Where she comes from, she’s known for being shrewd, efficient, careful, exact, inventive, and put together, like the most renowned surgeons in the country. In reality, she’s sweet, soft, bubbly, excitable, smiley, and caring - basically a big sweetheart. 

Mel gets self-conscious about little things, like if she’s walking weird, or if she’s holding something incorrectly, or is something about her appearance slipped slightly and is drawing too much unwanted attention.

She absolutely loves her job. It lets her be as creative as she wants while still technically being an academic research position. If she could wear sandals and sundresses to her job, she totally would.

Bending the rules to the point where they almost break and manipulating technicalities is her favorite hobby. She tends to get into trouble because of her curiosity, though, not her penchant for acts of medium-rebellion.

Gross things are her absolute jam. Especially gross medical things. She got excited about a severed arm once because it was the most exciting thing to happen that week.

FRED

Oh, Fred. Hapless, but happy to be so. The terrible gardener.

Life has taught Fred to always look on the bright side. It’s makes it easier to see and lightens your life. He’s an unfailing optimist in all the best ways, and a few of the most annoying. 

He wears matching pajamas. They were not gifts. He never forgets a birthday. He wears house slippers. He loves lasagna and casseroles. He loves dad jokes and really clever puns. He admires rule-breakers but would never consider doing so himself, oh no. One time he found a $20 on the ground when he was 10 and he went door to door asking everyone if it was theirs. He grew up in a tiny town and they all adored little Freddy. 

He met his ex-wife at a puzzle competition. He was curious, she was competing.

As expected, Fred accidentally injures himself a lot. He’s Gemma’s most frequent customer, so frequent, in fact, that she has a special storage container labelled “FRED” that’s filled with ingredients and stock-piled potions, poultices, and salves so she always has them on-hand for his surprise visits. 

His blog does decently well, too! It’s about medieval French and English living. He does all his research online and in Treena’s personal library. They’re study buddies. (I have a feeling he and Mel will get along in this respect.)

A while ago, right after Fred moved to Linsay, he started a backyard garden. Now, he’s not a very good gardener, but he tries, and that’s what counts. It’s almost like his plants can tell, because some of them are healthier and happier than some of the ones in Gemma’s greenhouse. He built all the raised beds himself and spends a lot of time learning how to take care of his vegetables.

MARY

Mary had a hard life before she came to Linsay. Her husband was a terrible person, to put it lightly, and she escaped an awful situation all on her own and set out to find a better home. She’s her own hero.

She paints in her free time, and she has quite a lot of it. Mainly portraits, but the occasional landscape works its way in there if something catches her eye. And yes, she totally sells her paintings and crafts on Etsy. She’s besties with the post office workers.

Growing up, Mary was the one Gemma could go to for anything and not get any judgment. Jill might make some comments, Harry would guilt her a bit, and Treena would try to analyze the problem. But Mary let her talk and get all of her confusion out and then walked her through a solution without making her feel bad for wondering. This was very important for little Gem, since her mom left before she turned 15.

Mary Knows. It’s sort of the town motto. You don’t know who said that thing about the song you like? Mary knows. Who’s dating who? Mary knows. What’s the new item Harry’s planning on adding to the menu? Mary knows.

Her hugs are the best in town. She’s the warmest of all my characters. She’s sort of an amalgamation of four people I know. 

Jill

I’ve had the hardest time writing for Jill, and not just because she’s the polar opposite of my own personality. She’s kinda hard to nail down. She likes it that way. Ugh, Jill, please make it easier on me.

Jill loves grape popsicles. She owns a patent, which is how she earns her money, but no one knows what it is and she won’t tell anyone. She likes being mysterious. If you ask her the right questions, though, she’s an open book. She doesn’t like flutes. 

Her late wife’s name is Nadiya. She called her Diva.

She helps Gemma and Treena keep their old books from falling apart.

TREENA

Man, I love Treena! Her backstory is so cool! And it makes the story world so interesting!

Of all the Ladies, she might be my favorite, other than Harry. Treena worked hard to get into college, worked harder to get into her master’s program, and worked even harder to earn her PhD, because some things happened during her PhD years that made everything in her life a whole lot harder.

Treena knows people in high places. Unfortunately, she can’t contact those people because reasons.

She’s the biggest folklore nerd you’ll ever meet. That was her degree, actually. She specialized in Fae lore. Which is super cool. Even though she’s super proud of her work, she doesn’t talk about it a whole lot. At all, really. Barely anyone knows that she is the Treena Rivers of folk lore academia fame. She did help Gemma get some of her magic university contacts, though. 

She and Gemma bring their books to Jill’s place and they all hang out together while Jill works on the books. 

Treena is the quiet kind of interloper. She waits and watches until the time is right to spring her trap. She is an amazing wingwoman. If someone needs help responding to a text, she’s the go-to. When she gets mischievous, she plays her tricks with a warm smile. 

Treena is very convincing. Like, it’s almost scary. She says she learned from the best, and everyone is nervous that there’s someone out there who’s better than Treena at talking to people. She is very chill, but not to be messed with unless you know her.

Aaaaand that’s it for this ask! Phew. 

WIP Intro Post | H2H WIP Tag | Character Page | WIP Page

Character Tags: Gemma | Mel | The Ladies | Fred Coriander | Officer Oz

OC Intros: Harry | Mary | Oz | Jill | Treena | Fred | Gemma | Mel

(Let me know if you want to be added or removed!)

Tag List: @katekyo-bitch-reborn, @cawolters, @wasting-ink-not-youth, @quilloftheclouds, @snickertoodles, @mvcreates, @writeness, @carmenwrites

#penzag #ender answers #my OCs #OCs #heart to heart #OC asks #Mel #Fred #the ladies: Mary #the ladies: Treena #the ladies: Jill #tungle ate the first draft of this post and I lost *everything* #I'm so salty #but I remembered what I wrote thank goodness

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Avengers Fake Relationship Headcanons Pt.4

The hero of your choice has always liked you, maybe a bit more than they should’ve. When the opportunity presents itself for a situation that may or may not require a fake relationship, they take the opportunity just to spend time with you even if they feel like they don’t deserve it. What they don’t know is that you feel the same way, but neither of you know when to admit it.

———

Scott Lang

You’d been working with him as Ant-man, and after long days training and testing new gear he’d invite you back to his place

He came to you and asked you how you felt about engaging in a fake relationship for his daughter, so she wouldn’t be so confused by you when she spent the night over at her dad’s

You gladly accepted, feeling yourself blush a little at the thought of being in an actual relationship with Scott but pushing it aside

Sometimes staying home with Cassie to play with her and take her out for ice cream at Baskin Robins

Scott realizing later on that you had taken her to his old job and playfully chastising you, cracking a joke and a cheeky grin

Sitting together on the couch and watching TV, Scott’s arm draped around you and lazily drawing patterns across your upper arm

You didn’t know if he knew that he was giving you goosebumps or not

He only thought you were cold and pulled you closer into him, wishing that this could’ve meant something more

Waking up in the morning to Cassie jumping on you, leading you into the kitchen where Scott was making breakfast

Not being fully awake yet and mumbling a soft “good morning”, and then leaning over and accidentally giving Scott a slow kiss, only realizing moments later when you’re pouring your coffee

He’s froze beyond belief, his heart swelling with emotion; had you done that because Cassie was sitting right there or because you had wanted to?

You won’t look at him, instead your playing with Cassie and sipping your coffee

Cassie suddenly asking if you’re going to marry her dad

Your eyes widen in surprise and you hear Scott drop something from behind you, quickly mentioning that he’s fine; however he sounded strained, like her comment bothered him somehow and your heart sunk farther into your chest

Scott couldn’t turn around now and expose his extremely flustered state to you; how he would’ve loved to have been in a real relationship with you and potentially one day maybe get married but if only you had felt the same

Peter Parker

Ned and MJ had made a bet with Peter that he wouldn’t be able to get a date for the upcoming dance; the dance was three days away and he wasn’t really planning on asking anyone so now he began to panic

If you hadn’t agreed to go as his date then they would’ve pulled a huge embarrassing prank on him and he really didn’t want that to happen

Really you had been wanting Peter to ask you out forever now and got pretty excited until he told you why he was asking

Peter saw how your expression fell as he asked you and simply thought that a pretty girl like you wanted someone cooler than him to ask you out

Bringing you a bouquet of flowers the night of the dance, slightly flustered at the sight of how good you looked all dressed up just for him

Once you arrived at the dance, your hand latched onto his, pulling him out to the dance floor for a slow song; you might as well make the most of the situation right?

Peter was very surprised at this, not taking you to be one who liked slow songs, but enjoying it immensely at any rate

Him awkwardly not knowing where to put his hands, shaking with so much nervous energy that you actually look at him concerned

You notice how quiet Peter has gone, gently tracing your fingers along the back of his neck and asking what’s wrong; wondering if he would rather be somewhere else

Suddenly he lurches forward and his mouth meets yours in a kiss; it’s awkward and rather jumbled as neither of you know what your doing but it’s sweet all the same

Looking up at him but you’re unable to tell if he meant it or not; your heart racing wildly in your chest

Peter wasn’t sure what came over him; why did he kiss you? Did he ruin your friendship? What was he thinking?

He actually couldn’t stop thinking about you: “god she’s gorgeous” “she’s probably so embarrassed right now” “why didn’t I just ask her out for real?”

You pulled away from him, deciding to go get some fresh air, unsure of what just happened; feeling a mixture of confusion, awe, and dread

Peter watching you push through the crowd and feeling like an idiot

Stephen Strange

You had joined the sanctum a few months ago and started learning magic with the help of Stephen after injuring your leg; however when your family accidentally learned of him through a facetime call, they assumed that you were in a relationship with him and wanted to meet him asap

Stephen flat out refused the first time you asked him to pose as your significant other for your family, but after some reconsideration he took up your offer

Stephen was actually very nervous to meet your family, knowing that he’d have to go in normal attire a.k.a. without his gloves

You found him in his room, stressing about having his hands be seen; you took his hands gently into your own, surprised that he actually let you, and pressed soft kisses to his knuckles

His heart fluttering as he stared at you pressing soft kisses to his ugly hands; he didn’t know how such a beautiful women such as yourself could even stand to look at him

Practicing interlacing your fingers together so that you don’t get so flustered or awkward about it in front of your family

Stephen loving every second of how worked up you're getting; enjoying how your hands slip into his effortlessly

You make him feel like he’s improving with his fingers

The day finally arriving where you have to introduce him. You create a portal to their doorway and then start mumbling to yourself to psyche yourself up, Stephen watching you in amusement; he thinks you look absolutely adorable

Stephen introduces himself with ease, shooting you a smug smile and placing a hand gently against your back; making your heart flutter

The meeting goes fantastically well and your parents pull you aside and tell you how amazing he is and that they love him

Feeling super guilty knowing that he’s not really yours but smiling anyway

Returning to the sanctum through another portal and then hugging him tightly, hiding your blushing face in his chest, “thank you”

Stephen rolling his eyes but leaning down anyway and giving you a quick kiss; feeling incredibly nervous afterwards because wow, had he really been that impulsive?

You watching as he strolls away so calm and collected, hiding your blushing face; not knowing if the kiss was simply signifying the end of your ‘relationship’ or if it was supposed to mean something more

Peter Quill

He had been trying to woo Gamora for ages now and nothing he tried seemed to be working

He was desperate, so he called you into his room one day and laid out the proposal to try and make Gamora jealous

You wanted to point out the obvious flaws in his plan, such as “what if Gamora‘s just not interested?” but decided against it as you had really really liked Quill for a while now and maybe faking it would put your feelings to rest

Listening to old music while piloting through the cosmos, singing duets together until Rocket would screech at you

Sometimes even dancing while the ship was on autopilot

Peter admiring you as you twirled around, a large smile on your face and your laughs filling the air

He began to notice that his pulse would quicken every time you were around, that he yearned to be in your company, one day even starting to day dream what it would be like to kiss you

His face falling when he realized that he was no longer trying to make Gamora jealous but impress you

Of course you didn’t realize this; continuing to keep up the charade and feeling miserable about it

You two were lounging about, staring out at the vast expanse of space when Peter slowly reached over and grabbed your hand

He looked lost in deep thought and before you had the chance to ask what was wrong, he turned and kissed you

You were stunned to say in the least; but reached up and cupped his face, feeling your heart flutter in hope that maybe there was more than faked feelings

You both quickly pulled away when you heard someone clear their throat behind you, turning to see Gamora with her arms crossed; “we’ve arrived and we’re ready to pick up the supplies, if you aren’t too busy”

Tears sprung to your eyes and you pushed yourself up, quickly leaving the room so no one would have to see how embarrassed and humiliated you were; why did you even think you had a chance?

Peter gaping stupidly as you rushed out of the room; wishing that he hadn’t been such of an idiot

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