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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Always - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where Seb's your CEO husband and you're trying to start a family

Warnings: sweet smut, very light breeding kink

Word count: 1k>

A/N: this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Seb’s P.O.V.

“Mr. Stan? Your 2pm is here, sir.” I was still chuckling to myself when she walked in, all fake offense and irritation as she began to scold me. That this was precisely what I wanted to see didn’t seem to reach her at all.

“Your 2pm? 2pm? Is this how you're calling your wife’s visits now?” My hands were already making quick work of my belt, licking my lips at the sight of her, tightly embraced by her trench coat, knowing there was nothing of much consequence underneath it.

“Well, you’re coming to fulfill your marital duties, how do you think I should fit that into my incredibly busy schedule?” She narrowed her eyes at me, and if it was anyone else, I’d have earned a slap and a slammed door by now, but not from her.

There was a reason why I’d married her. She was the love of my life, the only one who understood my soul. So instead of growing exasperated, she just kept playing the part, shortening the distance between us to help me take off my pants.

“You’re lucky that I want your cum so badly,” she whispered, eyelashes fluttering up when she raised her gaze to meet mine, the perfect mix of innocent and cunning. God, I loved her.

“Then lean down on that table so I can give it to you.” Watching her unwrap the coat until it fell down on the floor of my office, leaving her naked in the same environment I often had to fight back an erection while thinking about her, was just a dream come true. It got to me every time, but especially after she did as I said and pressed her chest against the wooden material where I worked everyday, exposing her already wet pussy to my gaze.

“I see you’ve been playing with yourself,” I admonished her as I approached her warm body, rubbing two fingers against her lower lips before raising them to my mouth. “God, I wish we had more time to play.”

My words prompted a small breathless moan to fall from her lips, and she bit back a grin. “You’re the one with the stupidly busy schedule.” The correction wasn’t lost to me, and although I ignored it for the time being, too occupied with unzipping my pants and letting it fall to the floor, I knew it was still in the back of our minds.

There was a reason why we’d resorted to this in our efforts to have kids. Most times, we’d get home at the end of the day too exhausted to do anything other than simply falling asleep in each other’s arms. I knew I would have to cut back on work when she actually got pregnant, but until then, I was drowning under preparations for my early retirement, and these surprise visits were the only way we would ever reach that goal.

Although when I had her like this, wrapped around my dick with her tits bouncing with each thrust as I fucked her in my own office, it was hard to even complain about how much of my life revolved around work.

“I don’t mind that you played with yourself, baby,” I assured her once I had her back glued to my chest, having pulled her closer through my grip on her hair. “We both know cumming helps the conception, so I can only assume multiple orgasms will help us even further.”

She whined around my digits when I buried them in her mouth, before eagerly sucking on them until they were dripping with her spit. “So you’re gonna cum for me at least twice before I deposit my seed inside of you, huh? It’s the least you can do, after you sent me all those dirty pics, got me hard and ready for you when you weren’t even here to help me deal with it.”

My wet fingers met her nub, just on the edge of where we were joined, and the two of us groaned at the sensation as it brought her an orgasm. “Yes… Just like that… I love how you let me play with you, honey. I love how you give me total and complete control over your hot little body.”

She was drooling by then, and as I picked up the pace of my thrusts, I pushed her back against the desk, the meeting of our hips ahd the sound of the wood scratching the floor certainly alerting my employees of what their boss was doing to his wife inside of his office. “C’mon, baby,” I urged, the thought suddenly spurring me on. “Let them hear you.”

My fingers grew quicker in their assault against her clit, and when her channel clenched around me again, I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a shiver down my spine, I surrendered to the bliss, cumming deep inside of her, my body suddenly weak as the thought of her growing round in a few months because of our activities this afternoon kept me hard as I pulled out of her.

Sucking on the fingers that had been playing with her nub, I moaned around them, missing her taste - missing every part of her, suddenly all too much. “God, I wish I could go home with you right now,” I complained, falling back on my chair as she approached me with careful steps, a kind, patient look in her eyes.

It suddenly became clear to me that she was trying to keep all of my cum inside of her, not let it drip between her thighs as she made her way over where I was seated. “What if I stay here with you?” Just the thought of her keeping me company had me suddenly excited again, and I nodded eagerly against her chest as she hugged me to her exposed breasts.

“Would that cheer you up?” I raised my head to look at the woman I loved, knowing I had truly chosen the right person to spend the rest of my life with. Someone who cared, someone who took the load off my shoulders when she could see it was too much without me needing to ask for it.

“You have no idea just how much…” I whispered as I pulled her to meet my lips in a simple closed mouth kiss, before I grew hungrier and turned it into something more. But even after we parted, I couldn’t keep my lips off of her skin, raising her hand to my mouth and kissing her fingers before holding her palm against my chest. “Thank you, my love.”

I could see the world in her eyes when she said, “Anytime.”

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renegadewangs · 3 years

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Van Zieks - the Examination, Part 1

Warnings: SPOILERS for The Great Ace Attorney: Chronicles. Additional warning for racist sentiments uttered by fictional characters (and screencaps to show these sentiments).

Disclaimer: These posts are not meant to be taken as fact. Everything I'm outlining stems from my own views and experiences. I am a 30-something European woman, and therefore may not view the matter from certain angles. That said, I'm always open to more input from others. If you believe that I've missed or misinterpreted something, please let me know so I can edit the post accordingly. If we can make this a team effort, I would love that.

The purpose of these posts is an analysis, nothing more. Please do not come into these posts expecting me to either defend Barok van Zieks from haters, nor expecting me to encourage the hatred. I am of the firm belief that characters are no more than a tool created to serve a narrative purpose, therefore the question I'm posing is whether or not Barok van Zieks serves this purpose. That's all I'm doing here.

I'm using the Western release of The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles for these posts, but may refer to the original Japanese dialogue of Dai Gyakuten Saiban if needed to compare what's said. This also means I’m using the localized names and localized romanization of the names to stay consistent.

It doesn't matter one bit to me whether you like Barok van Zieks or dislike him. He's not real anyway, so he can't suffer from it. However, I will ask that everyone who comments refrains from attacking real, actual people. If you know you're morally in the right, there should be no need for insults to begin with. Let's keep this conversation civil and constructive! As the first post in a series, let’s first start by examining the expectations we would have for a character like this. The purpose he was meant to serve.

1: Expectations

As I said in a different Barok-related essay, the main prosecutor of any Ace Attorney game has been, and always will be, an antagonistic force. Not a villain, not even necessarily someone who exhibits immoral traits. (Hi Klavier!) Just someone who impedes the protag’s goal of getting a not-guilty verdict. In order to have an effective antagonist, they need to mirror the protag's weaknesses back at them. Ace Attorney does this quite well, as the prosecutors represent the obstacle/turmoil that the defense needs to overcome. Often times, the prosecutor is also tied to a pivotal moment in the attorney's past, making sure the strife is quite personal.

Considering the game's plot and settings, it would've been difficult for Barok to be tied to Ryunosuke's past. (He is tied to Asogi's past, funnily enough, but that's a matter I also addressed in that other Barok essay.) So instead, Barok represents Ryunosuke's struggle in more of a figurehead capacity. I've seen people dub him the 'CEO of Racism', and I'm not gonna lie, in a way that's correct. Barok was designed to be the mouthpiece of the harmful sentiments Japanese exchange students would have encountered in the 1900s. By extension, since Ryunosuke is an exchange student unfamiliar with the British courts (or even courts in general), the prosecutor would target the fact that Ryunosuke 'does not understand how things are done here'. Which he does- a lot. This makes it all the more satisfying when Ryunosuke proves him wrong by outsmarting him and using Britain's own laws (such as the closing argument) against him. So yes, you may hate Barok for uttering racist sentiments and dismissing Ryunosuke's abilities, but the ultimate goal here is that Barok's defeat is made sweeter as a result. The narrative end-game is Ryunosuke's triumph and validation in the courtroom.

Was there a different personal struggle Barok could have represented? Yes, but also no. Sure, his vendetta could have been strictly with the Asogi family and Ryunosuke could have admitted to carrying Asogi's resolve, not knowing what it meant. Though that would’ve implied very early that Asogi had a history of sorts in Britain and would’ve destroyed some of the surprise we experience in game 2. Alternatively, there was also the 'parallel' antagonist angle. The sort of villain who says the line “we're not so different, you and I.” The antagonist who shows what happens when someone with the same skills or motivations follows the wrong path, which emphasizes the right path for the protagonist. However, I can't see that working in the plot of this game.

A purposeful decision was made by the writers to have prejudice be a central theme of the plot. This is the matter that hits the hardest in an emotional sense. Therefore, having Barok be the centerpiece of this prejudice ensures he leaves the biggest narrative impact.

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However, another long-running aspect of the AA prosecutor is the redemption arc, so let's turn our attention to that!

I'm not going to put too much effort into explaining this, I just want to talk about the requirements of a redemption arc. We all know these types of arcs, a lot of Ace Attorney prosecutors have them. We see them in fiction all over. Noteworthy examples of redemption arcs done well include Zuko from The Last Airbender, Michael from The Good Place... For argument's sake, let's toss Edgeworth in there too. I'm not saying Edgeworth's arc is done well, but at the very least it is accepted by most as something that served its intended purpose. I've never seen anyone question Edgeworth's transformation.

See, what we have here is a bit of a misnomer when it comes to what people expect to get out of these types of arcs. Redemption in itself is only 'deliverance from sin' or 'being saved from evil'. It's the thought that a horrible person can still see the error of their ways before it's 'too late'. However, when it comes to absorbing media, often a character gaining knowledge that they were in the wrong isn't enough to satisfy the audience. Would Edgeworth have had a satisfying redemption arc if he'd acknowledged his arrogance and dirty tactics, only to retire as a prosecutor? No way. We needed him to return in the following games to give us an update on his status. Standing in court as a defense attorney, at the risk of damaging his reputation, was the moment we knew he'd grown for the better.

What we require for the arc to come to a good conclusion is atonement. The character in question must not only apologize for their actions, but repent in a more active manner to show that they've changed their ways. Following that, the atonement must be acknowledged by others. So for example, Zuko joins the ATLA gang to help them in any way that he can until even the most skeptical of the group, Katara, acknowledges his transformation into a better person. Now add to this the notion that the character's atonement must be virtuous and sincere. The Good Place is a fascinating look into the debate of 'is it ever too late for a person to change?' and the moral complications of changing in the first place. If you're only doing good things because you want to be saved from damnation, are you being a good person or are you being selfish? There's such a thing as corrupt motivation; only doing good because it is expected. For example, does sponsoring a library make Magnus McGilded a good person? It does not, since he's only doing it to boost his own reputation and have people believe he's selfless.

As a final note, I want to ask: Does a redemption arc require a backstory to justify the character's immoral ways? Personally, I don't think that it does. It's good to have, since it allows an audience to empathize with the character and give them more of a reason to root for them. It turns the redemption arc into a tale about overcoming past trauma. However, it can backfire when done badly and lead to frustration. (I'm looking at you, live action Disney movies!) Some characters are evil just for the sake of being evil and even then, they can turn over a new leaf because they realize it is just so much more rewarding to be good. Just look at Michael from The Good Place.

What's more effective than a backstory, in my opinion, is smaller details to humanize a character. Humanization can also lead to empathy, perhaps even relatability, and helps us believe that they're capable of change. We need to be told that a character has their own fears, their own flaws, their own odd little habits which deviate from the norm... Again, I'll point to Michael from The Good Place for this. Another humanization tactic, which we see employed often in Ace Attorney, is to display a prosecutor's likes and hobbies outside the courtroom. Edgeworth's fanboying over the Steel Samurai, Blackquill's love for birds, Nahyuta's willingness to stand in line for hours to get his hands on a delicious burger... I've feel ya, Nahyuta. This tactic is more readily employed in Ace Attorney because it's difficult to place a prosecutor in a position of weakness before the final showdown. You can show them tending to hobbies during Investigation segments, but you can't show them waking up from a nightmare or wondering whether their father loves them. Well, not until case 5 of that game, anyway. By then, it's too late to serve as the sole humanization factor. Did Van Zieks need to be redeemed at all? The way I see it, the only correct answer is yes. What do we want to see in our world? Do we want people who hold racist prejudice to acknowledge their faults and become better, or do we want them to die clinging to their shitty moral compass? Do we want a world where everyone learns to get along, or do we want a world where people continue to be in the wrong and act like assholes until they inevitably get punished by law for something or another? Van Zieks needed to be redeemed in order to teach that valuable lesson that it’s never too late to be a good person and that it pays to be a good person.

So to summarize, what we needed from Barok van Zieks was the following:

1) Present an antagonistic (possibly immoral) force who personifies Ryunosuke's biggest personal obstacle/weakness, in this case racial prejudice. 2) Humanizing traits begin to show. OPTIONAL: A backstory to justify any immorality he has. 3) Over time, Barok has his realization and sees the error of his ways. 4) Barok atones for his immorality, not simply through apology but by taking decisive steps. 5) The cast around him acknowledges his efforts and forgives him.

This leaves us with the question: Does the game deliver on these points? Well, let's boot it up and find out! Stay tuned for The Adventure of the Runaway Room! (as a warning, it’s gonna be LONG)

#dgs #dgs spoilers #tgaa #tgaa spoilers #barok van zieks #oh god here we go #i actually already finished Runaway Room but I need to let it sink in #it was a doozy

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willowistic22 · 3 years

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New jomike hc au!post college

I came up with this au in my head for awhile now some hc’s regarding this new au on a whim bcs i wanted to tell my friends abt it on a discord server. I thought it’s time it sees the light of day bcs i simply cannot keep it in me anymore. Also this is kind of inspired by the song Dorothea - Taylor Swift.

Everyone is graduating so que the sappy goodbyes as they’re all gonna be scattered not just all around the us but also all around the world

The couples made a truce whether to do long distance or they share the same dreams so they do it together

But mike and jojo didn’t make things work in the end so they broke up before graduation but still went to prom together

y’know those kinds of high school hearthache

Bcs Mike stayed in new york but jojo flew away (like england or sumn idk)

To some fancy elite school bcs he’s smart yknow

He wanted to from the start but he’s always been a bit torned bcs he knew from the start of the relationship mike was the one (call it stupid young love or whatever you want, i call it destiny:))

And mike never wanted to hold him down so he was the one that proposed the idea to him

For the most part it worked out

Jojo flew away to chase his dreams

Mike stayed and did the same thing

Both of them only kinda sorta moved on. Met new people but never fully stopped thinking abt the other. Wishing the other was by their side right now

And so they’ve gotten their degrees and gotten their dream jobs

Mike is a coder working in a video game company while jojo is in social media marketing after finishing business school (or whatever major required for that job field idk)

And they kinda hv their life together. Jojo living on his own in a studio apartment with a cat called Dorothea (see what i did there:)) money doesn’t concern him all that much bcs the job pays nicely and he’s good at handling his finances

Mike lives alongside with his brother ike in a nice apartment too. He manages to get a position that allows him to work flexibly at home yknow. He also has a new kitten he saved from the streets named Honey (bcs his fur is orange like honey) and since his older cat had died of old age

But mike lives with ike who also lives with hotshot. So he’s like always the third wheel. Even worse when ike and hotshot are hving the occasional double date with race and spot. Mike feels even more worse at those time

Decides to hide away in his room or go out with the excuse being work

And its even worse remembering he used to go on double dates with ike and hotshot when him and jojo were still a thing

So ike is like ‘yknow what? I hv enough of this shit’ and hv one good brother to brother talk

‘Dude. It’s been years already. How are you not over him?’

‘Bcs he’s jojo...’

‘Ok? So why don’t you call him?’

It’s not like mike has never thought of calling him. Very much possible. They still follow each other’s social media’s so if his old number had changed he cld always just ask from a simple dm since mike knows jojo is still active in his social media accs

But mike is like ‘i can’t. He cld be taken for all i know. Even if he weren’t, he seems to be doing fine on his own’

‘You can’t really get to know a person through instagram posts. Remember how you tried that the first time you wanted to ask him out? You thought he didn’t like guys and yet still went on a date with you anyways’

That was a real slap in the face type of sentence yknow so mike is working up a lot of courage and planned a lot on what he’s gonna do

He first wanted to message jojo. Seeing if it’s still okay to call and all. But he cldn’t figure out what to say so he procrastinated on that part

Ike got sick of it so he took the phone from mike and messaged ‘can we call? I miss you’

Mike was hovering in between i will murder you or thank you @ ike

Either way jojo texts back with his new number. It’s gonna add up on his usual phone bill but he thinks it’s worth it.

Ok so they talked for like soooo long

7?8?hours?

Basically the whole night for mike

It felt like high school all over again

They were just catching up with each other and talking abt absolute bullshit at the same time

Till they got to the point where they mentioned how they’re both single and the air kinda shifts

Deep down mike and jojo knows what this means

As far as jojo is concerned, mike was the one that messaged him that he misses him

It’s easy now for mike to word out come home without indirectly saying it out loud in case that’s not what jojo wants

Bcs after that catching up, he knows that as much as it’s a dream for jojo to work at a big well known fashion brand (he’s pretty fashionable lmao) and get free products that are usually hella expensive from the brand, he hates everyone he works with. Real snobs and ruthless when it comes to getting a higher position

The other things abt his new life is pretty interesting and he loves it. But he admits there’s always been something missing and mike so badly wants to be that something missing in jojo’s new life

So it comes out straight forward. Not like how mike had planned, but it works in the end. ‘Come home’

And jojo does exactly that. He agrees to come home for the weekend. He books a ticket to new york then back with only a carry on duffle bag filled with a few assortments of clothing and booked it out after telling dorothea he won’t be long.

He rushes to the airport bcs he kinda booked the flight that leaves for new york as soon as possible. Perhaps deep down jojo really does know what he’s been missing in his life?

He lands in new york on a friday night new york time

Mike tells him not to worry abt what he’s wearing bcs he just wants to meet jojo at a central park bench that has long became an important spot for them

Jojo insisted on meeting as soon as he lands which is tonight. So the whole time he’s in the cab, he’s like soooo shaky and nervous it kinda drove the cab driver anxious as well. Bcs like jojo’s not talking and didn’t like say anything abt why he’s going to central park this late at night and not to some fancy hotel as most travelers wld do when they first arrive at new york

The moment the cab stops, jojo basically threw him a wad of cash. Probably too much than the actual price of the ride but he just called out from the back of his shoulder saying it’s a huge tip. Secretly, he’s thanking the cab driver for not asking him why he’s in new york and why central park at this time. It’d most likely make him even more nervous

He’s running on the path. He doesn’t reach full speed bcs his duffle bag is weighing him down. He doesn’t even know why he’s going so fast. It’s not like mike has anything else planned

Picture jojo frantically looking around the area like he’s a lost little boy in the dark. Barely seeing anyone else in ten vicinity, so any figure out at this ungodly time rn cld only mean is mike.

But he’s growing worried bcs it doesn’t seem like he’s around

Until ofc ‘jojo!’

Jojo whips his head around and sees Mike walking up to the bench from a different direction

They didn’t really do anythign at the start. They just stared at each other while standing in the dark approximately 10 feet apart. Jojo waits for a sign from mike to do anything else, though mike was doing the same thing for jojo

Until mike decides to break the 1 minute long silence ‘jojo-‘

But he didn’t continue bcs jojo was already running up to him the moment his mouth moves and tackles him into the tightest hug ever

His duffle bag was dropped halfway from the run so there was no holding back. The hug very much pushed mike’s soul out of his figure as much as it did to his body

Thankfully, mike hugged back just as tight. If not, it was a sign for jojo that it wasn’t okay to go in for a hug just yet and he wld pull back really quick

In time, jojo did end up pulling back to look at mike’s face up close and whisper ‘i still love you’

Which is really out of nature for jojo bcs he’s never really known to be the risk taker between the two

And mike was so happy at that moment that he just pulls jojo in for a kiss.

And that folks, is how they got back together:)

So everyone has agreed that airplane food sucks ass (for the most part at least.

Jojo was forced to eat it on his plane back to new york but he didn’t like finish it

Probably bcs he was so nervous and it also didn’t look so appetizing

So after they’ve said their heartfelt ‘i still love you’s and etc mike took him back to his apartment after finding out he doesn’t hv a place to stay. He’d stay at his parents place but the de la guerra’s hv long moved out of new york. You can say the similarities between jojo and his parents are that they like to travel. They sold their house and ended up backpacking across the world to look for a place to retire inevitably. Last time he checked up on his mom, the old couple is driving to Netherlands.

So mike took him home and cooked him dinner. They hv the apartment all to themselves since hotshot and ike are out

Unknowingly, jojo had sat on honey’s favorite spot on the couch and earned a disapproving meow from the little cat

Not until mike had properly introduced them that honey started to be nicer to jojo. And so they eat dinne ron the couch and talked.

Mike admitted calling him has been on his mind for quite some time but was too scared to act up on it. And jojo said what he did just now was the most compulsive and adrenaline rush thing he’s ever done. The roles had reversed for the moment

But now they’re back where they’ve always belong. In each other’s grasp while looking out the balcony in the tiny living room to watch the sunrise and then getting surprised seeing ike and hotshot pile in the apartment

And so now they’re back. They make the most of the weekend to talk abt what they really want

Jojo wants to quit his old job. The firm is full of snobby and arrogant ppl

And it has him working almost 24/7. He doesn’t want that

Mike on the other hand wants to hv a period of his life where he’s traveling full time

So they took inspiration from ike and hotshot’s current plan : get a mini bus to convert it into a home

In conclusion jojo quits his job, moves back to new york along with his cat dorothea so he can live with mike to make that converted bus plan. After securing a proper job that let’s him work at home flexibly like mike’s, they get on with their plan and sets off to travel in their house on wheels with their two cats. They end up getting married ofc and lived happily ever after:)

Thank you and goodnight folks hsnsgsbssjshmshssmhs

#newsies #newsies headcanons #jomike #jomike newsies #jojo newsies #jojo de la guerra #mike newsies #tw animal death

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a-pretty-nerd · 4 years

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Rebellion

Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 1

Premise:

When The League of Villians discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count: 2551

Warnings: Themes of depression, emotional abuse, and violence.

A/N: I'm kinda obsessed with Shigaraki.

I think he's just a wonderfully well written character that not even I can get my head around 100%. He's like Kylo Ren...but way better and with actual values, not good values, but values. Anyways, I'm super excited to be writing this because the last series I wrote was also a villiany character thing but it was less work to work out the characters because one was an actualy psychopath were as Shigaraki isn't even a sociopath, he's just a survivor of truama and grooming and his own hate so I'm really excited to play with it! DON'T FORGET! I have a Patreon acc if you wanna support me there, you can make requests and vote for new content and join my discord! Thanks for reading!💕

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Prologue Chapter 2

"So, how do you like teaching?"

You asked as you played with the small bowl of Udon in your hand. All Might looked up from his bowl. The past month had been uneventful and lousy. There were little opportunities to spend time together and when you did, it was awkward and hopeless. It was hard to open up, apart of you just couldn’t bring yourself to get personal with him. You still had a little time left, you were hoping it would just a slow and gradual change, but a change none-the-less.

“I enjoy it more than I thought I would.”

“You miss hero work?”

“It’s more frustrating than anything. Not being able to really do anything anymore. I was used to be the symbol of peace and now I’m just...”

“Normal?” You asked. The insinuation clearly made him uncomfortable, his shoulders relaxed and let out a sad sigh.

“As normal as a retired hero can be.” You felt bad for his, really, he looked so sad and defeated.

“What is it they say back home? Teachers are the real heroes. They define and build the future by teaching future generations. Right? So really, you’re still a hero. Just in a different way, right?” He looked up at you with a small twinkle in his eyes. His lips slowly curled into a reluctant smile.

“I guess you’re right.” The apartment fell silent again as you ate your meal. Finally, he broke it again. “So, two majors. That must have been a lot of work, what made you get two?”

“The deal was if I could get scholarships for both, I could study what I wanted. Just as long as I got a law degree too. As a , quote, ‘backup’.”

“A backup? I though forensic science is a pretty stable thing anyways.”

“Forensic psychology, and yeah, it is. She told me she wouldn’t support me if I didn’t get the law degree.”

“Wouldn’t support you? That’s a little harsh, but I thought you got a lot of scholarships to pay for it all.” You sighed at his ignorance. Apart of you had forgotten how little he really knew about you. It stung to even think about.

“Well, I had a bit of an incident freshmen year and I lost them.”

“An incident?”

“Yeah. I had a bit of a breakdown. I’m fine now. I just lost everything and I had to take a lot of makeup courses so I could graduate on time.” You tried to avoid eye contact by looking out the window and onto the city at night.

“Why didn’t you call me? I could have helped. Money’s no object, you could have-”

“It’s fine. It’s not like she couldn’t afford it. Besides, it’s all done now and I have more opportunities. I have a job lined up as soon as I get home anyways. Everything’s fine now.” You brushed it off.

“You can come to me for things, y’ know. I know I wasn’t around much when you were a kid but I’m here now. I was hoping this trip would help us reconnect.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“How is your mom doing, by the way?”

“Oh, she’s fine. She got married again recently. Nice gal.”

“Oh yeah? What happened to the last wife?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know, it’s always something with her. Sucks, I really liked Sandra.”

“Yeah, they seemed really good together. Do you at least keep in contact with Sandra? You guys were close, right?”

“Yeah, she was there at my graduation. I miss her a lot.”

“Do you not like the new girl?”

“I don’t know her enough to know really. I didn’t even know mom was dating someone. She’s not much older than me though.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, y’ know people expect this kind of thing from a Dad but I guess Mom’s always been the type to break stereotypes. I don’t get what you ever saw in her.” All Might chuckled as she scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It was a long time ago, we were different people back then.”

“Yeah, I know.” The conversation fizzled out from there. “Are you done?” You asked him as you finished your bowl. He looked down at the empty thing.

“Oh, yeah.”

“I got it.” You took it from his hand and got up to toss the little bowls of takeout away. He stood and cleaned up the rest of the table before dropping dishes in the sink and walking over to the couch.

“What do you want to watch tonight?” He asked as he sat down and turned on the TV.

“Um, I was gonna go to the gym for a little if that’s okay.” You said as you shuffled your coat over your shoulders and adjusted it. He looked up at you, a little surprised, or was that disappointment?

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later.”

“See you.” You waved as you threw your backpack over your shoulder and headed out the door. You locked the door behind you with the spare key and shoved it into your bag before going on your way. Usually, the gym would be empty at this time of night. You were a little disappointed to find you weren’t alone. Another man was running on a treadmill across the gym. You continued with your routine regardless. Pretty soon you were left alone to go about your business.

You didn’t love to workout, it wasn’t the physical aspect that you enjoyed so much. You just liked the peace, being left alone to your own devices, and having people respect your privacy. You could plug in with your headphones and zone out for a while in the name of exercise. Sure, the strong body you’d acquired was nice and all, but you didn’t work out for appearances, not anymore.

Sometimes you pushed yourself a little too hard, it was easy to. It was easy to ignore yourself at this rate. Easy to brush yourself aside, your wants, your needs, your desires, it was too easy to push aside and give in. It was so ingrained in your being to ignore yourself, that you barely even noticed how badly you were hurting. The constriction of your chest, the struggle to breathe properly was normal now. You hardly even noticed how dehydrated you were until your vision began to darken and your body started to crumble. You came out of your train of thought panting and sweating profusely. You reached for your water bottle and began to huff as you drank desperately from it.

You gave yourself a long moment before the heavy feeling overcame you and you shuffled helplessly to the bathroom before hunching over, and spilling your guts in the toilet. You cursed at yourself, scolding yourself for working yourself sick. You stood in the cold shower for longer than you probably should have, your body shaking under the water as it ran smoothly over your form. You closed your eyes and tried to relax the best you could.

Then you heard footsteps. What time was it? There usually isn’t anyone there at this hour. You turned off the shower to dry yourself off and to listen to the sound. The footsteps came around the corner to the showers before stopping abruptly. Weird. This is a little too weird. The silence felt wrong, felt suspicious. Then you heard the breathing, louder and louder until you knew it was right outside your shower stall. Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest and you began to panic. Normally, you could manage in a fight, but you had overworked yourself now. Your stomach was empty, your muscle ached, and your head was pounding. You felt sick.

The silence was broken with the harsh sound of the shower curtain flying open. On the other side, a girl with a big bright, twisted smile lunged at you. She held a knife over her head and swung. You threw yourself to the shower wall, missing the blade as it came down. You pushed yourself out of the small space, clinging to your towel to cover yourself. You ran to the bathroom door, only to find a man standing in your way. The man lurking in the gym before. Your stomach dropped with fear as you gawked up at him. Now you could see him, a scar carved into his forehead. You watched him as you back away from his advancements, he pulled a mask over his head to complete his costume before he spoke.

“Hold still now-Sorry about this!” He shouted at you before reaching out to grab ahold of you.

“I got her!” The girl declared as she came from behind and grabbed ahold of you by your arm. She held the knife to your throat and tucked her chin in between your neck and shoulder.

“Let me go!” You struggled against her, unable to push her off, unable to think of what to do. Unable to lift a finger at this rate. Your body cried out in defiance of your movements, the sick feeling rushed through your body and into your vision. Everything went blurry, and then everything went black.

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself clothed. Everything was still black, you realized there was a blindfold over your eyes and bindings on your wrists and ankles. You took deep breathes as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Pressure, you felt pressure on either side of you. You were sitting.

“She’s waking up.” The girl’s voice came from your right side.

“Man, she really took a tumble!” The man’s voice came from your left.

“I didn’t think it’d be that easy to grab her. You’d think the daughter of the number 1 hero would be a better fight.” The girl.

“Doesn’t look like she has a quirk either, otherwise she would have used it, right?” Another man’s voice spoke from farther away. A car, you were in a car. It was moving, taking left and right turns. The voice now must be the driver.

“She looks sick-She looks fine!” The man’s voice to your left spoke.

“We’re close.” The driver spoke. The car turned another corner and pulled into a secluded garage before parking.

“Come on, girly. He’ll be so happy to see you!” The girl giggled as she pulled you by the elbow out of the car. You still felt sick, hardly able to walk, especially with the ropes around your ankles.

“Up ya go!” The man’s voice came from behind before you felt large hands grab ahold of you. They picked you up and held you like a baby as the man’s torso leaned back to properly carry you. He walked with you in his arms through a door and into a building. It was much warmed inside.

“That the kid?” Another man spoke.

“You wouldn’t believe how easy it was to nab her!” The girl cheered as she followed. You heard a lot of shuffling before he finally sat you down into a chair. From there, you were restrained further.

“Not what I expected.” A raspy voice spoke from far away in the room. The blindfold was finally removed and light-flooded your view. It took you a second to make out figures, then the details of those figures, then the details of the room. It appeared to be the living space for an abandoned home.

“You sure you got the right kid? I thought they’d be younger.” A man from the back of the room spoke. He held his arms tightly across his chest. His patchwork face starring you down in distaste.

“100%!-Not sure!”

“It’s All Might’s own flesh and blood alright! We’ve been watching them for weeks!” You shook in your seat as you looked up at the girl who boasted. A man with a face covered by a single hand stood from his seat across the room. He lurked closer and closer until he loomed over you. One red eye stared down at you as you stared back at it.

“Are you really All Might’s daughter?” The raspy voice asked. You watched him for a moment before responding.

“What do you want?” You croaked. He paused and stood up straight before looking back at the others.

“Why is her hair wet?” He asked the girl.

“We caught her off guard! Got her in the shower. She just passed out too, poor thing. Her body just gave out. Had to dress her myself.” Your face went hot with embarrassment and fear.

“What’s her quirk?”

“Doesn’t look like she has one.” The lizard-man spoke as he entered the room from the back door you came through. Red-eye looked back down at you.

“What do you want?” You repeated.

“You look pale. You sick or something?” He ignored you and changed the subject.

“No. What do you want?” You insisted.

“She looks sick, get her some water or something.” He groaned before walking away and sitting back down on a couch nearby.

“What do you want with me?”

“Should we tell her?” Patchwork asked Red-eye.

“What? That’ll ruin the surprise!” The girl said with a face of glee.

“I don’t know anything about the Heroes if you’re looking for information.” You spat helplessly.

“Oh, we don’t need information.” Patchwork lulled.

“Your accent, it’s American, isn’t it?” The girl smiled at you.

“She’s American?”

“That’s right, she flew in ‘bout a month ago to visit Daddy. And judging by her Japanese, she doesn’t visit much.”

“She doesn’t know who we are, does she?” Patchwork spoke as he approached your chair. You stared up at him before he leaned over.

“I don’t know names, but I have a pretty good idea who I’m dealing with.” You spoke softly.

“And who do you think we are?” He purred.

“The League of Villians.” Suddenly a sharp, raspy laugh rattled the room. Red-eye was hunched over giggling to himself on the couch before he stood and walked back over to you. He shoed patchwork away and knelt down to look up at you. He looked you in the eyes.

“Bingo.” He smiled under the hand that covered his face.

“What do you want with me? Clearly you know where All Might lives, why not hit him there? I can’t give you any information about UA either.”

“I’m no low-life murderer, Y/L/N. I have bigger plans for you.”

“You’re not trying to recruit me, are you?” He let out another chuckle at you.

“No. You see, it would be easy to take All Might out now that he’s retired, that’s not the point. The symbol of peace is done for, people know that. What they can’t seem to understand is that its not just All Might that’s done for. It’s all heroes. They’ll see that when not even the world’s best heroes can get you back.”

“So you’re going to kill me.” You murmured. He reached up and removed the hand from his face. He scared face peeking out from behind his shaggy hair.

“Why would I kill my most valuable player? We’re not going to hurt you, we’re just going to keep you for as long as we need until the show is over.” He stood up finally and looked down at you once again. His face was almost, handsome.

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YangYang snuggled against you, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close. He nuzzled your neck, an indescribable joy filling him completely. Maybe it was morning, or afternoon, or night, he couldn’t remember, he was just happy to have you in his grasp.

“YangYang.”

“Hm…”

“Get up.”

“Five more minutes.”

“You can have five more minutes, but not with her.”

“Huh?”

Kun pulled back the blanket, getting you out of YangYang’s arms. Although the boy instinctively held on to you, somewhat glaring at the other.

“YangYang… let go…”

“We’re sleeping.”

“She’s been with you for quite a while now, that’s enough.”

“Says who?”

“We agreed not to let each other spend too much alone time with y/n, so please, let go, before we wake her up.”

“Fine…”

YangYang pressed a kiss to your cheek before letting go, curling back up in bed. Kun sighed, glad you didn’t wake up. He carried you to his room, setting you down in bed so you could continue sleeping. They all kept the promise of monitoring each other’s time with you, but it seemed they did it out of jealousy rather than concern. Although it wasn’t a problem given that you actually seemed to be doing better.

“Kun…”

“Sh, go back to sleep, sorry to wake you.”

“Come to bed…”

“I’m okay, I’m gonna make breakfast, you sleep some more.”

“Okay… can you make my favorite…”

“Sure, now go to sleep.”

“Hm…”

Kun gently pet your head, and gave you a kiss before leaving the room. He was quiet on his way out, also being quiet in the kitchen. One by one the others began to trickle in, setting the table and serving themselves. You were missing though, and so was Ten. Once Kun finished, he went to wake you, and not really surprised to find Ten in his bed curled up with you. He woke them both.

“Sleepy heads, breakfast.”

“It better be…” Ten mumbled. “It smells good.”

“Well get up before the others eat it all.”

Ten got up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The two boys then sat you up, seeing that you were mostly asleep, but gradually waking up. You smiled at them and got out of bed, still a little groggy when you got to the table. The boys filled your plate, some feeding you as well. It was a good morning, and most days were like that. You seemed to be well, no issues with them, and no issues relating to the dreamland trip. Or at least that’s what they thought.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Hendery… it hurts…”

One night, you started sobbing, and tossing around in your sleep. Hendery was at your side, and when you called his name he woke up. Your cries of anguish put him on alert. He took you in his arms, but you were just shaking.

“It hurts… Hendery… it hurts… I can’t see… where… help… please…”

“Y/n, it’s just a dream, wake up!”

“Don’t go… don’t leave me…”

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, please wake up.”

Hendery was shaking you gently, trying harder over time until he managed to wake you. It was clear you were dazed, a few tears on your face.

“Hendery…”

“Yeah, I’m right here.”

You started sobbing again, burying your face in his shirt. He held you tight, trying to pretend he didn’t know what had just happened. You weren’t going to be okay anytime soon, and he didn’t want to be in trouble.

“Y/n, I need to do something real quick, so just-”

“No! Don’t go! Please…”

“I-”

“Please!”

You were shaking violently, clearly terrified. Hendery soothed you, assuring you that you weren’t going anywhere. He got a hand free and texted Lucas, asking him to come to his room immediately. Moments later a groggy Lucas walked in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What?”

You screamed when you noticed Lucas, not recognizing him in the dark, you hid behind Hendery. That woke Lucas up and he turned on the lights, staring at Hendery with a mixture of confusion and concern.

“What the hell did you do?!”

“Nothing! Can you just make her forget.”

“Forget what?”

“The dream she just had.”

“What was it about?”

“Look at her, does it matter? Do it fast before the others start waking up.”

“Hendery-”

“If Kun finds out he won’t let us keep things the way they are. He’ll take her.”

“Fine, fine, just stop talking.” Lucas crawled on the bed. “Y/n…”

You were still shaking, scared of Lucas in the moment. He smiled to try and ease your worries but it didn’t seem to do much. He gently took your hand, realizing just had badly you were shaking.

“Sh, easy y/n, take a deep breath for me. You’re okay, no one’s going to hurt you.”

“…”

“You can make the pain go away, just forget the dream okay. Close your eyes, and take a deep breath, and forget it.”

You had calmed down a bit, and did as you were told. You relaxed, leaning against Hendery, a few more tears falling, but you were better. Lucas pet your head, softly lulling you back to sleep.

“She should be okay now.”

“Good… please don’t tell Kun…”

“I won’t… I’ve done this a few times before. She gets panicked at night.”

“I thought she didn’t remember.”

“The truth is in her subconscious, so when she’s asleep, things can seep through.”

“Oh… it’s not bad to bury it again, is it?”

“No, she doesn’t remember in the end, so it’s a good thing.”

“Thanks, you should get to bed. I think we’re in the clear.”

“Make sure she’s okay before you knock out.”

“I will.”

♥♥♥♥♥

For the most part, they’d each get a few hours a day with you. The others were always around to make sure nothing bad happened, but there was always a bit of jealousy in their eyes. Life had gone back to normal for the most part, but there were a few changes here and there.

“Y/n…”

Xiaojun had gone looking for you, since you retired for a little nap after a long night. He checked all the rooms, and found you in Lucas’s room, but not on the bed. Actually, all the bed sheets and pillows were on the floor in a pile, you sleeping in the center. You seemed pretty comfortable despite the strange resting place.

“Y/n…” Xiaojun knelt down, shaking you. “Wake up.”

“Hm…” You opened your eyes, squinting at Xiaojun. “You’re not Lucas…”

“No, Lucas went out grocery shopping with Ten. What are you doing?”

“Sleeping… what are you doing?”

“Looking for you, do you want to help with dinner?”

“Sure.”

“But why are you on the floor?”

“It’s a nest, for me and Lucas, when he gets back.”

“A nest?”

“Yeah, you wanna lay down with me.”

“I’d love to but we gotta make dinner, come on.”

“Coming.”

You held your hands out and Xiaojun helped you up to your feet. You followed him to the kitchen and helped with dinner, a few of the others coming by to steal a piece of food now and then. Although Xiaojun wasn’t the only one to catch you around the house in a nest. One night, while Ten was going to the kitchen for a late night snack he tripped over you and your little nest. Apparently you stumbled out of bed and settled down in the living room to sleep. The incident woke you up.

“What the hell?” Ten glared. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing? It’s late.”

“Why are you sleeping on the floor?”

“It’s comfy…”

“What’s going on?” Lucas suddenly sat up. “Dude it’s like the middle of the night.”

“What are you both doing here.” Ten hissed. “You could kill someone.”

“You’re too dumb to die.”

“Ya!”

“Sh, just, get whatever from the kitchen and go to bed.”

“Weirdos.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“You seem stressed.”

You were out shopping with Kun, the maknae trio somewhere in the toy section. It had been a while since you had been out, so the trip was a nice change, although you noticed that Kun seemed preoccupied.

“Hm?”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Me?”

“No, I’m talking to the wall.”

“What’s it saying?”

You playfully punched him. “Very fun, but seriously. You’ve been worried about something for a while. You can talk to me if you need to.”

“I’m okay.”

“You don’t look like it. You don’t have to talk, but I am worried about you.”

“Aren’t you always?”

“Yeah, but more than usual.”

“You’re very sweet.”

“I think I got it from you.”

“Did you? I am pretty sweet.”

“Yeah, you taste like candy.”

“And you?”

“I don’t know, you can find out later.”

“Promise.”

“Yes… if you feel like spilling your guts now.”

“Y/n, I’m okay.” Kun chuckled. “I just have this uneasy feeling.”

“Are you worried about us?”

“I’m always worried about you.”

“But we’re okay.” You assured. “Actually I’m more worried about you guys. You haven’t done any dream walking in a while.”

“We’ve been on a break. It can… get addicting.”

“Oh, is that why you haven’t invited me before.”

“More or less.”

“Well I appreciate you looking out for me. You have to let me return the favor though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, how about I cook tonight. No help, just me and my skills.”

“I’ll ask the guys what they want to order, just in case.”

“Do you not trust my skills!”

“That’s not it… just gotta have a plan B.”

“Fine, but I get to cook right?”

“Sure.”

“Then we need to get groceries.”

“Alright, let’s go find the others first.”

That was a fun night. Despite saying you wanted to cook yourself, none of them really wanted to leave you alone in the kitchen. Playfully arguments began but you eventually let them help you out. It was a nice dinner, and at night you tucked in with Sicheng. The events had tired you out, so falling asleep was easy. Sicheng stayed up for a while watching dramas on his laptop as you slept next to him.

“Sicheng…”

“Hm?”

“It’s time for your meds…”

“What?”

Sicheng stared down at you, who was clearly still asleep. He thought he heard wrong, but then you repeated yourself, and he could only think of one response, just to test the theory.

“I don’t want to take my meds.”

“I’m afraid… you have to… it’s important… for your sessions.”

Even if it had been a long time ago, he knew you were repeating your words from before. He reached over and gently pet your head, seeing you relax.

“Do you feel sorry for me?”

“I don’t… know…”

“I don’t want to take my meds.”

“You have… you have to…”

“You take them for me.”

“Okay…”

“Such a good girl.”

“Hm…”

“The sun will be up in a few hours, you wanna go for a walk together.”

“Hm…”

“Good girl.”

When the sun started coming over the horizon he woke you up. You were a bit dazed, but capable of dressing yourself. He took a moment to just look at you, a smile on his face.

“Jump.” You did. “Smile. Now kiss me.”

Your joy always felt genuine in those moments, and he couldn’t deny how much he loved having you to himself like that. He pet your head and kissed your head, taking your hand and heading out. They weren’t supposed to be alone with you outside the house, but he didn’t care. He felt like some proper alone time was overdue. As he made his way to the door he suddenly felt your hand slip from his.

“What are you doing?” YangYang accused. “It’s so fucken early.”

“None of your business.”

“And why was y/n with you?”

“I said, none of your business.”

YangYang noticed you hadn’t said anything, and one look at your face reminded him of that one time. Since Sicheng wasn’t at all concerned, he had clearly changed his opinions in regards to his influence over you.

“Where were you going?”

“Leave us alone.”

“Sicheng, this isn’t fair to her.”

“She’s fine.”

“Si-”

“Y/n.”

You took YangYang’s hand and then twisted it behind his back. He yelled, nearly falling to his knees.

“What the hell.”

“We’re only going to go out for a while. We’ll be back-”

“Kun!”

“Shut up!” Sicheng covered YangYang’s mouth. “You’re being a brat.”

“Mm!”

“What’s going on…” Kun came in rubbing his eyes. “It’s so early.”

After a moment Kun noticed the scene in front of him. Sicheng backed down, and had you let go of YangYang too.

“I didn’t expect this from you.”

“Sure you did.”

Sicheng tried to go back to his room with you, but Kun stopped him, glaring. He knew what he meant, and talked you out of your haze and then left you with them. You were still mostly asleep. By then the others had gotten up too, seeing the last bits of drama.

“Ten, you should take her.”

“I know.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“You’re it!”

You were running around the dorm, avoiding YangYang in your game of tag. The two of you were absolutely annoying the others, but it was YangYang’s time, so they couldn’t really say anything. When it was the two of you, the dorm was filled with laughter. Sometimes the others would join in, but for the most part YangYang demanded to have your undivided attention. After games you’d most likely wind up in his room just drawing.

“What are you doodling today?” Ten came in with snacks. “Can I join?”

“Yeah!” You showed him your latest drawing. “Check it out.”

“It looks good.”

“I wanted some tips for improvement.”

“Alright then let’s take a look.”

“Mine are better than, Ten.” YangYang mentioned. “I should give you tips.”

“You both can!”

It was so easy to get lost in the good moments, they’d forget the bad, or completely ignore them. They all had their own secrets, their little moments of indulgence, cheating their way to happiness and stability. Without knowing, without meaning to, they were tearing you apart, and putting you back together over and over again. It was never going to last.

“I’ll help set the table!”

You volunteered and went over to the kitchen, helping Xiaojun. You were fine, setting the plates down, when you suddenly collapsed. Xiaojun was the first to react, quickly picking you up in his arms. You had suddenly become so pale, and he recognized the symptoms immediately. The others began to crowd around, asking what happened.

“Y/n, come on, open your eyes, you’re just fine.”

“Hm…”

“What happened?” Lucas asked. “Is she sick?”

“Not exactly.” Xiaojun mentioned. “Y/n, we’re okay.”

“Xiaojun…” You groaned. “I don’t… I don’t think…”

“Sh, it’s okay, just stay with me.”

“I…”

You drifted off with your words, and then stopped breathing. The room erupted into panic. Hendery was already dialing emergency services, but Lucas stopped him. Ten had pushed Xiaojun away and laid you on the floor, giving you mouth to mouth and then chest compressions. To everyone’s relief you took in a breath, and the panic could subside.

“What the hell just happened!” Sicheng yelled. “She just stopped breathing!”

“It’s Xiaojun’s fault!” YangYang exclaimed. “Tën told us that y/n was dying with you!”

“But we’re not in the frame!” Xiaojun countered. “She’s not dying in real life!”

“She just did!”

“She’s alive!”

“Enough!” Kun screamed. “That’s it.”

“What?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“What are you talking about?” Hendery questioned.

“This. We can’t just manage and play around with her anymore.”

“Huh?”

“She doesn’t remember what happened in the frame but we still put her in that mindset.” Ten began. “She has like… seven different mindsets she can slip into. And we’re constantly pulling her into one after the other. Of course something like this would happen.”

“We’re doing just fine.” Lucas said. “We just-”

“No.” Kun stated. “She just… died… we can’t keep doing this to her. She’ll break.”

“Then what are we supposed to do?” Sicheng asked. “The damage is done…”

“And we’re just making it worse…”

“We need a break.” Xiaojun said. “She needs a break… from us…”

“We can’t leave her alone though!” YangYang countered. “Who knows what could happen.”

“And she won’t be. Ten can take her.”

“What?”

“Out of all of us, he hasn’t really messed with her head… she should be safe… and in a better headspace…”

“I-”

“He’s right.” Kun said. “She needs space from us, and we need space from her. Ten, do you think you can look after her yourself?”

“Yeah. With no one pulling her into a different mindset, she should be okay, and stable. But I can’t just look after her forever, she’s gonna get upset.”

“I can just make her think it’s normal.” Lucas volunteered.

“But that’s just a temporary solution.” Ten countered. “What are we going to do?”

“I need to think.” Kun admitted. “She needs to be safe from us, and our influence first. I’ll figure something out.”

“Alright. I’ll pack some of her things, and mine.”

“Don’t tell us where you’re going.”

“Okay.”

Ten picked you up in his arms, seeing a few tears on your face. The others stayed where they were, guilt eating them up, and some fear still lingered. You woke up in Ten’s bed, seeing him packing his things. The boy called for Lucas, and then you remembered the little trip you and Ten were taking. After packing your things you said bye to the others, promising to send them pictures and text them about the trip.

“I’ll tell you when I come up with a solution.” Kun told Ten. “So just, keep her safe till then.”

“I will.”

♥♥♥♥♥

With you and Ten gone, the rest gathered at the table, no one having any appetite. It was quiet, no one knowing what to say, or what needed to be said.

“First off…” Kun began. “I need to know.”

“Know what?” Xiaojun questioned quietly.

“We all should know actually… what we did to her… Ten’s been holding all our secrets this whole time, it’s only fair we share that burden…”

“But Tën…” Sicheng mumbled. “He told us…”

“It was vague… I’ll go first then…” Kun took a breath. “I wanted her to care about me… I made her care about me… and I was a special patient in this asylum… I was dangerous… I was deadly… she had vague information on me… but she showed me she cared… and I wanted to have her completely to myself… I was forcing her to escape with me… she was scared… especially when she saw my power… but she was still trying to do her job… I’m not sure what I would have done if I got out with her…”

A silence fell in the room. It stung to say all that out loud, but at the same time it was good. It felt like he could be held accountable for what he had done, at least a bit.

“I was being tortured.” Hendery began. “And so was she… they wanted to break me… by breaking her… I don’t know who they… are… and I’m not sure what my end goal was… she wasn’t with me… except for these weird dream states… she’s scared… and doesn’t want me to leave her… I’m supposed to save her… but I haven’t…”

“She was trying to save me.” Lucas said. “I was… some experiment… I had wings… I was captured and they were cut off… she cared for me… and tried to help me escape… but she got hurt, and I killed everyone… I wanted to keep her safe… from everything… so I kept her isolated, and manipulated her into thinking that she needed me… and only me…”

“I don’t know where I was.” Xiaojun admitted. “We were being held somewhere… and she was sick… I’m not really sure why… but she was getting helped… I wanted to be her savior… and I was trying to escape with her… she was very weak… we only had each other… and she desperately needed me…”

“We were in an asylum.” YangYang said. “She was nice to me… so I escaped with her… I took her against her will… and drugged her with… I’m not even sure… but I kept her happy… she needed help for something, but I wanted to be her everything… I kept her in a hideout… and she doesn’t even want to leave… too scared of the world without me…”

No one was really too happy to share, but in the end all eyes fell on Sicheng. They all had a vague idea of what he had done, and from what they had been told from before, it didn’t sound good. Sicheng looked at all of them, and sighed, guilt already present.

“I was locked up… I was dangerous… and she was scared… but she had a job to do… I needed to take some mind numbing medication… and she would make sure I took it… until one day… I forced her to take them… I was… powerful… and so were the drugs… so they had a much greater effect on her… she was practically brainless… and would obey me… and I was going to escape with her… I’m scared to know what would happen if we did…”

“No wonder he heads a mess.” Xiaojun commented. “Glad to know we’re all fucked up.”

“And now she is too.” Hendery mumbled. “How are we supposed to fix her?”

“I’m not sure.” Kun admitted. “But she should be okay for the time being. No one is allowed to be near her until we can fix this, got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Understood.”

“Crystal clear.”

“Sure.”

“Ok.”

“Good. Let’s just all take a break.”

♥♥♥♥♥

You found a hotel to stay in. It had a nice view, and you two ordered room service for dinner. The two of you began to make a list of things to do in the morning to make the most of this trip.

“I should text the others, tell them we’re okay.”

“Later. We just got here.”

“True. It’s still early, we could watch a movie.”

“Good idea, pick one. I’ll get snacks.”

You settled on the bed and began sifting through the movie options. Ten was in the kitchen, popping some popcorn, and getting some soda. He poured the drinks into glasses, and then glanced over to make sure you were in bed. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small case, revealing pills inside. He put a blue one in each glass, and then an orange one, waiting for them to mix with the drink. He put everything on a tray and headed to the bedroom. You immediately grabbed a handful of popcorn, smiling at Ten.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I bet I could finish my soda first.”

“Is that a challenge? It’s a pretty weird one.”

“Not when you consider the cold and carbonation.”

“True… alright, what do I get if I win?”

“Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Promise.”

“You’re on.”

You both grabbed a glass of soda, locking eyes. Ten did a small count down and then you were chugging the soda. When you finished you smiled, realizing Ten had put his glass down, leaving it completely untouched. Before you could question him you felt woozy. You swayed a bit and Ten took the glass from you, laying you down in bed. He watched you drift off, a pleased glint in his eyes. He kissed your lips and grabbed the other glass.

“My turn.”

{Consequences} {Masterlist}

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 4 years

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Pirate AU Masterpost

Different ships captained and crewed by different hermits, maybe some could be normal sailors too? Or maybe even some could be sirens? There could be a pirate ship, a pirate hunting ship/law-keeping ship, some random shipping vessels, some sirens or sea monsters, or whatever else! I envision Doc as a pirate captain and Xisuma as the law enforcement captain, but it's open to whatever changes! (@-shadeswiftdraws.)

Headcanons to start us off:

-Bdubs is a fruity sailor.

-Cub and Scar sell things to both pirates and the law enforcement. They only take the aide of profit.

-DocM threatened Bdubs into joining him. Whether it worked is up to the 'what gets popular' Gods. If not, he probably just holds Bdubs hostage or something.

-Hypnotizd's bandana has a skull and crossbones on it, as does Etho's headband.

-False is feared by Doc.

-Grian has a parrot that always sits on his shoulder. Doc keeps telling him to get rid of it but Grian refuses.

-Iskall wears an eyepatch.

-Hypnotizd has scurvy.

-iJevin makes maps and sells em to pirates to keep them off his back. Did he bury the treasure? I dunno.

-All of ZIT collectively own a boat. They like to pretend its a yacht and have fun. Sometimes they just use it to relax, sometimes they just go fishing. Sometimes they scare each other with stories of pirates and massive storms.

-Joe Hills is scared of the water because he nearly drowned as a child. But when he ends up accidentally stowing away on the ZIT boat, his worst fears happen.

-Keralis is Xisuma's second in command.

-TFC is a retired sailor that knows too much.

-VintageBeef and basically all of the NHO are with Doc.

-XbCrafted grew up by the beach and likes to collect shells. One time he found a fossil of a dinosaur. What will he do? I don't know. His childhood friend, Hypnotizd, left to be a pirate. Xb hasn't heard from him since (he promised he'd write letters,) and fears the worst.

-ZombieCleo is a dead zombie captain. Her and her crew (the gals, and maybe some co,) are out to get their revenge on Doc. Her second in command is Stress but her main muscle in False.

-Mumbo is usually the one who works maintenance on the ship. (He's with Xisuma.)

-Rendog got stuck on an island he's called 'Loser Island' and has been there for at least a year. He's found by Doc.

-Stressmonster makes people fear her through her name, but they usually laugh when they see her because she's really unintimidating.

-Welsknight hoardes cool swords.

-Everyone underestimates Stress when they see her but those who have faced her in battle have realized their mistake. She is slowly but surely gaining the reputation as one of the most feared pirates of the seven seas. She’s still very sweet if you get to know her tho - 🌙

-At some point while attempting to leave the ZIT crew's yacht, Joe somehow ends up with Cleo and the gals in the middle of the ocean, who take pity on him. Because they help him with his fear and take care of him on the way back to land, he decides to stick with them for good. The Navy and a lot of other pirates don't believe that Cleo can be the captain of such a feared vessel or that False can be that deadly and decide that Joe must be doing it all. He takes joy in deferring to Cleo whenever he can, and the whole crew gets a laugh out of his combat attempts. He mainly handles navigation and stuff, though he does record their adventures and anonymously submit them to newspapers and/or publish his accounts. (Don't want to skip the Joe+ZIT stuff, just love him and Cleo and need that dynamic :-) )

-Half siren/merman grian? - Frost Anon

-Different anon adding to the Merman Wels idea, he's a siren but instead of stealing your life he steals your swords and shinies. Some pirates may be on good terms with him and gives him swords occasionally and ask for directions or just hang out with him and be nice (I'd think Ren would sing with him and Jevin would hang out and steal shinies with him landing both their crews on good terms with him. He may even follow them around as it can be lonely in the ocean)

-Mumbo never meant to be a pirate. There was just a mutiny of the last captain he was under and everyone liked him enough to keep him around.

-Some loser thinks that joe is the muscle of the group and asks for a duel. cleo decides fuck it and just pushes joe into a fight with them because thats how she be sometimes. (False is on standby so joe doesn't get creamed)

-https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/619926302710956032/another-take-on-the-pirate-au-concept

- At some point, Cleo's ship begins picking up stray orphaned children. They are kept safe below deck during battle and are taught by the crew how to run a ship and fight, but Cleo also teaches them stuff like how to read and do math. The crew is very protective of the young'uns and the ship eventually becomes known for the fact that they take care of kids. Most other ships, upon learning this, respect that and don't attack them. If a ship does, they will find that the Rotten Corpse is viscous, and has many powerful friends who will back them up. If Doc or X come across Cleo's ship, they will give the kids gifts and stay close for a bit to provide protection. As the kids grow up some go back to shore and build legitimate/legal lives (including opening an orphanage) but a group of them go off and become their own pirate crew! Their ship's name? I don't know, I'm not clever.

-In a tavern someone's just like "im gonna sail to this island." Tfc, sitting nearby "you wont find anything" a little while later that ship goes missing. No one actually knows what tfc found in his sailing days. But my god does he know where to avoid

(All above in red are from our community's lovely Anons!)

-The ZIT boat is a bit of a disaster because each person always thinks it's the other people's turn to maintain it. Joe probably saw it on an evening beach walk and thought it was abandoned, decided to explore it, and accidentally fell asleep in the hold. He wakes up to the ZIT boys arguing about what to do with him.

-Xisuma has a reputation for being strict and disciplined and running a very tight ship, but if you're actually on his crew you'll know that's a front for intimidation purposes. In reality he is organised but extremely forgiving, and he will often sit down with crew who are new or going through something stressful and talk it out with them.

-Iskall is with Cleo's crew, he appears just as driven as the rest of them but he's mostly just there to make sure Cleo and co don't go too overboard with the revenge thing. He just doesn't want them to do something they'll regret....

-Wels can be a merman! He hoards cool swords as souvenirs of the surface world and dreams of two-legged adventurers and explorers.

-The "incident" that put Cleo on the path of undead revenge was partially accidental. Doc's goal was to raid the ship and get away with no casualties, but things escalated way too quickly. He is haunted by what happened, but Cleo doesn't know that and is determined to hunt him and his crew down.

-Pirate singalong nights! Doc's ship definitely has a singalong under the stars every night, where everyone can gather together and relax and let loose. It's fun to think about who would be good at it, and who would be bad at it but sing anyway ☺️

-Grian starts off on Doc's ship (with his parrot), but he gets washed overboard in a storm. Siren!Wels rescues him and gives him siren magic.

-I got tired of referring to "Xisuma's ship" and "Doc's ship", so: X's ship is called the Voidrunner, and Doc's vessel is the Black Goat. (Cleo's is The Rotting Corpse -Anon.)

-(I did a submission mentioning ConPost earlier, so look at that for context) The ConPost boys don't sail, but they're very knowledgable about sailing supplies and even ship repair. Cub does bookkeeping and negotiates big deals. Scar likes to wander the docks checking stock levels, with Jellie napping in piles of rope or following close behind.

-https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/619819577428279296/for-the-pirate-au-cub-and-scar-own-a-supply

-Xisuma is feared and respected by pirates because his ship is one of the first/only steam powered vessels at the time. Mumbo is his engineer; he maintains the mechanics and is constantly testing ways to make the ship faster and more efficient.

-If you ask Iskall why he wears an eye patch, you will get a wild tale of adventure and heroic battle that may take an hour to relate. However, the story is different every time. He actually lost his eye in a completely non-pirate related accident as a child. It just sounds cooler the way he tells it 😂

- About Joe moving from the ZIT crew to Cleo's ship: Joe really wants to be taken back to shore, and the ZIT lads understand his fear of water and try to take him back as soon as possible. However, they get caught in a storm, and the boat isn't in great shape to weather it. The boat is not quite wrecked, but badly damaged, and Joe is washed overboard. Cleo's crew finds him and pulls him aboard to save him (maybe siren!Wels helped bring him to her!)

-As a pirate Etho is known for his skill in boarding enemy ships. It doesn't matter how many ropes you cut, how many pirate grappling hooks you throw into the sea in an effort to keep them from your decks. Even if there's no possible way across, Etho will just sort of.. . End Up on your ship, and you will end up in Davy Jones' locker. (Based on the creepy teleport thing with Grian, and just Etho's general cryptid-ness)

-The sea spray and the general ocean humidity is horrible for Doc's arm. Ren helps him keep it as clean and rust-proof as possible, but it still probably squeaks a lot and stiffens up sometimes.

(-@shadeswiftdraws.)

-ZombieCleo's gal (& co.) crew includes Iskall. [More info pending for when I finally get around to watching s6 and see the infamous Iskall & Stress duo in action] (-@basaltdragon.)

-Inspired by shade: Cub is an ex-sailor, and Scar grew up in a family of fishers. Cub was really good at ship maintainence (he just got sick of the politics), and Scar loved keeping stock of the fishing nets and what sort of fish were caught, how much they might sell for, though he's not as good at repairs.

-For the Pirate AU, Mumbo telling Siren/MerGrian stories of the surface world and (secretly?) making a way for Grian to see it for himself. (-@shiniestumbreon.)

-Pirate au: one day there is a really bad storm that destroys all of the hermits boats except for one of them. So now all the hermits are all on one boat that’s really far away from land. (Angst part) some of them went over board (I’m thinking the captains maybe) so the remaining hermits are either grieving them or looking desperately hoping that their crew mates are still alive and clinging to wreckage. Who they find, if they do find any of them is up to the reader for now. (-@lookitsspacekween.)

- Mumbo, being the spoon he is always forgets where he buries his treasure. (-@xxpzmistxx.)

-Mumbo, as the Voidrunner's engineer, has so much to work on that Xisuma will sometimes take over the maintenance so poor Mumbo can get some sleep. This leads to the hunt for a secondary engineer and maybe that's how Mumbo and Iskal end up meeting. (-@my-cat-is-a-bastard.)

-A cat scratched out Iskall's eye as a kid, and he's too embarrassed to tell anyone. He's still a bit afraid of cats, so you'll always see him keeping a close eye on Jellie when he's at the dock. (-@12u3ie.)

- i dont really know much about pirates but ima try!! ok so, cleo is human, but she gets the nickname "zombie cleo" because she faked her own death. people thought she drowned, and her old crew along with her. most of them went to live normal lives under different names, but cleo missed the sea and eventually returned to being a pirate, eventually becoming the capitain of a new ship. (i hope this makes sense lol) (-@bakubakunyanyaa.)

-Pirate headcanons! As someone said before Ren and Wels are friends and like to sign together. I can imagine Wels telling the Black Goat that there is a treasure burried in Loser Island to get Ren rescued. Also! People think Ren is halve siren/has siren magic as he is really good at singing and the melodies he hums are similar to the ones sirens are said to sing, turns out just a bit of siren magic and Wels singing style rubbed on Ren during all the time they spent together singing.

-More pirate hc cause i have no self control and they are not a lot of them: Doc gives shiny stuff to Wels in exchange of him warning them when X’s crew is on a port. Iskall is also a great engineer and is working to make the Rotten Corpse Steam powered too. He insist Cleo to let him take a peek on the Voidrunner to see if he can copy Mumbo’s work, the gals agree this is the most dangerous idea Iskall has.

(-@ivi-prism.)

-Ship AU! Hypno originally joined the ship's crew with his friend, Jessassin. They became a swashbuckling duo, and still sometimes work together, despite Jessassin's inactivity from pirate duties. (-@calmshejaguar.)

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criminalmindsgonewrong · 4 years

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Open Season s2 ep 21

Such a classic episode

If you're gonna run into a branch and knock yourself out, honestly you deserve to be murdered; at that point it's basically natural selection.

Omg its the Brad the fbi agent scene. Iconic iconic iconic

JJ: look at her (i.e look how hot my wife is)

I wanna go to girls night with them so badly

Also we should have gotten more JJ in headbands because she is adorable

"Howd you miss a huge tree?" "Too busy looking behind you" fair enough Hotch

Em talking about her grandad living in the mountain. "He retired to the french alps." I love that they just drop in her bougieness occasionally "whenever we were in France, which was a lot"

"Woods is like your second home, right, Prentiss?" "Yes, sir" there's nothing this woman can't do/isn't good at

Such a strong episode for Reid's hair

JJ looks so young lil baby angel also the hair behind the ear is adorable

A local PD who actually wants their help? Shocking, never been done before, a revelation

I would have loved to see Morgan and Em sorting out that flat tyre on their way up the mountain tbh. I would pay to see it, in fact

There's so much JJ in this episode and I love it

But also thinking about how many people she's had to give bad news to and it's so sad poor Jayje

Even before JJ has Henry she seems so motherly because I know eventually she has the boys?? Idk if that makes sense

Omg the black bear scene I wonder if this was the episode they pranked Morgan with the bear!?

Unsub walked so that Katniss Everdeen could run tbh

I appreciate that her car has a name. My car is called Taylor

You not even gonna be a bit suspicious when you break down and IMMEDIATELY a service vehicle shows up?

I'm all for Em in the jeans and blue fleece tbh. Her hair is also on point

I'm gonna say it again; JJ should have worn headbands more often

"More than a feeling" is a banger like, fair dos Unsubbies

This episode always reminds me of an Angel spin-off book that I read once where the vampires put people on an island and hunted them (it might have been the other way round tbh I can't remember but it was a good book)

Run gal run

3 million acres is entirely incomprehensible to me

They do not take it serious enough when Joel gets shot tbh, they all just stand around like "Joel?" Guys Joel is dead, run

Hotch saying "Garcia, you're the man" >>>>>>>>>

"Gorgeous grey matter" is among the stranger nicknames I've ever heard Garcia give people

I've never noticed the snow before

"No animal did this" "that depends on your definition of animal"

This is the episode that this gorgeous pic of Em is from!

The storage of the cars isn't very subtle is it, just keeping them in big storange containers

The driver's licence collection is super creepy although not necessarily as creepy as trophies get I guess

It's always awful when the victim has to injure/kill the unsub. Jonny's death was always a sad one though even though he's a killer

I know i should be focused on the vics but Em has the belt on that she twists to the side with combat trousers and boots and I can't concentrate

Em's silent signal when she and Morgan just appear 😍

RIP Jonny

This vic always scares me a bit when shes like "looks like I had all the fun" and you can see Ems a bit concerned as well like 😬

Rip Paul

JJ sitting like a bisexual on the jet

Hotch napping like a lil babby

Morgan checking on Em. "I've never seen you look so...um..." "Quiet?"

I love this chat they have about having to think like the unsubs.

"We hunt these people everyday, the question is how different are we? Us and them?" I love her so much

The end x

#a summary #criminal minds #criminal minds gone wrong #incorrect criminal minds quotes #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #David rossi #Penelope garcia #open season

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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Falling (Three)

TW for Character Death but like... not really cos we know where Tony is. Also Tissues because I cried outlining Rhodey’s speech, and then again rough drafting it, and then again editing it...good times.

Also I already have so many ideas for expansions of this verse ughhhh

MASTERLIST HERE

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MCU-verse

“A few days ago, the world as I knew it changed forever.”

The cathedral went quiet as Colonel James Rhodes took to the podium, serious and somber in his dress uniform, eyes red and hands shaking as he looked down at his notes.

“I don’t mean because of the wormhole over New York, though that certainly changed my mind about a lot of things I’d never thought to consider true.” the Colonel cleared his throat once, twice, darted a glance first towards Pepper sat off to the side and then to the casket sat closed and heavy on the platform below.

“One week ago, my entire world changed when my best friend re routed a bomb out of Manhattan and took it straight into the sky. Through the damn wormhole and into the other side without even hesitating cos he knew it would save us.” James had to stop again, let his voice crack and he heard Pepper start quietly crying. “Tony um-- Tony was Iron Man. He was a hero from the minute he put on that suit to the minute he--”

The podium shook when James gripped at it hard, counted to ten once and then again to give himself time to breathe and to keep reading the speech he’d prepared only last night.

“Tony was a hero from the minute he put on the suit to the minute he-- oh hell, I can’t read this.” Rhodey put the cards away and scrubbed at his eyes until they stung. “Can’t read a speech about Iron Man when it’s my best friend-- my best friend laying over there, I can’t--”

Another deep breath, another quiet cough to clear the tears from his throat and James began again, stronger this time.

“Tony Stark was my best friend. We met at MIT, he was basically five and a half feet of pure disaster and I knew I was in trouble the minute he showed up and tried to claim top bunk. Tony fell right the hell off the ladder and I had to carry his dramatic ass to Health Services because he was sure he broke his ankle.”

A few chuckles broke out and Rhodey managed a small smile. “He was a disaster that day, and every after that but he was my disaster and my best friend and that’s all that ever mattered.”

“My favorite memory--” the Colonel closed his eyes again and forced out a breath. “My favorite memory of Tony is actually from a few weeks after we met for the first time. It’s obvious these days how mechanically inclined Tony was but what no one else really knows is that Tony’s first robot was one I built.”

He tapped at his chest and tried not to sob when his fingers hit his half of a best friends necklace Tony had bought for them one drunk spring break a long long time ago. “I built Tony’s very first robot and the brat actually stole it from me.”

A few more laughs and Rhodey continued, “I drank all the coffee one day and Tony barged into the robotics class a few hours later screeching about how badly he needed caffeine and I needed to fix it now and then he stopped and stared at just-- just the saddest looking robot you've ever seen. It was basically a box on wheels with one arm and it never did anything I programmed in so when Tony asked what it was, I said 'it's a damn dummy is what it is, doesn't do anything right'."

The Colonel pulled an old picture out of his pocket, one of a very young Tony next to that same robot. "Tony was so offended I'd call a robot dummy that he told me I didn't deserve to have cool toys and that it was his now, I could have it back when I was worthy. Believe me, I didn’t take kindly to having my project stolen and for the rest of college-- and honestly the next thirty years-- I tried damn hard to get that robot back. It was like a heist movie, me making plans and Tony thwarting them at every turn, me roping people into the conspiracy and Tony shrieking that I wasn't worthy and that's why my plans never worked."

"...Dum-E is still down there in Tony's workshop." he finished softly. "He wears a dunce cap and carries a fire extinguisher and he's Tony's favorite thing in the world. See that's what no one knew about Tony. Everyone knows Tony was Iron Man and-- and a goddamn hero, but he was also sentimental and sort of embarrassingly sappy and when he decided he loved something it was forever and nothing could ever change it.”

“Dum-E was lucky enough to be something Tony loved. I was lucky enough to be someone Tony loved and it changed my life. Tony changed my life."

Rhodey put the picture away and looked towards the casket, tears blurring his eyes as he finished, "I uh-- I miss you, Tpnes. Miss you, bud. And I want to keep thinking this is some sort of trick, some sort of prank but I know in my heart--”

He held tight to his half of the best friends necklace. “--I know in my heart that it-- it’s not. And that makes me real sad.”

Pepper dropped her face into her hands, thin shoulders shaking and James tried hard to smile, to get through these last few words. “So uh-- right now I'm gonna go get my robot back. I fully expect JARVIS to have some anti heist protocol that ends with my hair on fire but you know what? I’m gonna try anyway. Rest well, Tony. We miss you.”

There was polite laughs, some tears dabbed from eyes, a smattering of clapping and James stepped back from the podium to sit by Pepper. "How was that?"

"It's exactly what he would have wanted you to say." she whispered through her hankie, and he wound an arm around her shoulders to hold her tight. “I miss him so much, Rhodey.”

"I miss him too, Pep.”

“It’s so stupid.” Pepper blew her nose daintily. “Wishful thinking. But you know, I get the feeling that he’s okay. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like he’s okay. Resting.”

“Yeah, I know, I keep thinking the same thing.” Rhodey touched the necklace again. “But resting or not, when I get to heaven, I’m kicking his ass for leaving me too soon.”

“Oh definitely.”

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Bucky and Steve’s Apartment

“Billionaire socialite Maria Carbonell shown here with her husband Howard Stark…” Tony mumbled to himself as he read through yet another article about his mom-- or rather, this universe’s version of his mom. “--donated millions to her husbands research to cure leukemia.”

“Philanthropist Maria Carbonell opens a school of music for inner city kids.” He kept scrolling, smiling, as he read about Maria changing the world with her money-- and it was certainly Maria’s money this time around. Apparently this Howard Stark was an attractive scientist with a sugar mama and in each of the pictures Howard looked absolutely delighted to be accompanying Maria down red carpets, up stairs to national monuments, through the door of yet another awards ceremony for Humanitarian and conservation efforts ranging from restoring museum pieces clear through establishing brand new schools in sorely lacking communities.

“Howard Stark, husband to Italy’s sweetheart Maria Carbonell passed this morning --” Tony swallowed, pausing in his scrolling. “--at home with his wife. The cause of death is noted as a heart attack, though Mrs. Carbonell is comforted knowing he passed quickly and peacefully into the afterlife. The scientist is lauded for his contributions and research into childhood illnesses and since they had no children of their own, Howard’s personal funds will be diverted into a scholarship fund for MIT. “They are the future, not me.” he is quoted as saying often, “They will turn my first steps into a journey that will change the world.”

“...bye Dad.” Tony whispered, though the article was dated three years past, though this Howard wasn’t his dad and had led a much different life than the Howard Stark that built Project Manhattan. “I um-- I love you.”

“Maria Carbonell retires to Italy after husband’s passing, ‘I’m content to live out my life with my grand piano and library and wine!’”

“Maria Carbonell breaks her silence on ex-family friend and advisor Obadiah Stane-- “he can rot in prison for all I care, and yes you can quote me on that, I said it, didn’t I?”

Obadiah… Tony hesitated just a moment before searching for the name, his hand automatically over his heart and his breath coming faster as picture after picture of the man that had been Uncle and then had turned to nightmares filled the computer screen.

‘Obadiah Stane accused of embezzling millions from Carbonell Foundation’

‘Obadiah Stane accused of funneling money meant for prosthetic limb research into smart bombs’

‘Former Carbonell advisor Obadiah Stane egged as he walks to the courthouse, Maria Carbonell shown handing out eggs to crowd’

‘Obadiah Stane found guilty of embezzlement and intent to fund terrorists, sentenced to thirty five years in prison’

‘Maria Carbonell laughs in reporters face when asked how she feels about Obadiah Stane’

“Oh.” Tony sat back in his chair and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Jesus Christ.”

His mom and dad were okay, Howard passed peacefully and Maria sure seemed to be living her best life in her seaside villa in Italy. Obadiah had been caught before he could hurt anyone and was rotting away in a prison cell.

Last night Tony had got to have dinner with his friends, with his family Pepper and Rhodey and this morning he’d woken up to forehead kisses from both his Doms before Bucky had rolled out of bed for a shower and Steve had gone to start breakfast.

Captain America was making him breakfast and Bucky had walked past in a towel and his mom and dad were okay.

This was-- everything was--

“Beauty?” Steve threaded his fingers into Tony’s hair and smiled affectionately when Tony automatically tipped his head back. “What are you doing, you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Tony pushed the laptop away and let himself sink into the feeling of security, the weight of Steve’s palm on his scalp, the way the blond always smelled like ocean body wash. There was definitely an inside joke there about his Steve being in the water for seventy years and this Steve using ocean mist soap, but Tony kept that to himself and settled a little firmer into Steve’s hold.

The Dom’s breath caught when Tony opened his neck further, and Steve brushed carefully over Tony’s pulse point, over the curve of his neck where a collar would lay. “Tell me the truth.” he said quietly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Tony said again, and he meant it. “I’m fine and I’m-- I’m happy--”

He hadn’t heard Bucky come in, but the Dom was at his side in an instant, bending low to dot a kiss at Tony’s collarbone and to spread his fingers wide over the patch of scars on his chest. “Sure do love hearing you say that, baby doll. You happy with us?”

“Mmm…” the lure of falling tingled at the base of Tony’s neck, the urge to slide off the chair and let the Doms catch him on his knees. He was so safe right here, safe and caught in this place beyond-- beyond his own world.

And things were different, sure. Thor was a model which was equal parts hilarious and alarmingly arousing. Clint was tall as hell and Natasha laughed so easily here. Bruce was a professional wrestler and in his free time worked with the Ph.d candidates at the university, Steve was an artist and Bucky was alive…

...and oh Pepper was so beautiful and so at peace and Rhodey was a stunt pilot in that ridiculous get up and…

“Sweetheart.” Bucky's voice was nearly a growl in response to the soft whine Tony gave. “You need us to take care of you? Bring you under real easy? It's been a few days since your drop, are you ready for more?”

“We’d take care of you, Tony.” Steve now, whispering the words into Tony’s ear and right into his heart. “Baby I promise. If you’re gonna gift us with your trust and submission we are gonna do everything to keep it. Everything.”

“Anything, sugar.” Bucky’s big hand closed just lightly over Tony’s throat and he gasped out loud before going loose and pliant, practically whimpering as blue fuzzed at the edges of consciousness, called him in and under. “Don’t need a collar for us to be yours, Tony. If that’s what you want.”

Oh oh oh---

"Tony!" A new voice, breaking into their moment as James Rhodes pushed open the door of Steve and Bucky's apartment and called out for the sub. "Tony! You home? Where are you?"

Tony snapped out of the near-scene whiplash fast, jolting up in the seat as everything in his body tuned to his best friend’s voice.

“I’m sorry.” he said quickly, reached to press at both Steve and Bucky’s hands. “I’m sorry, I want--” this. you. falling. “I do, I just-- I have to talk to him.” I miss him. “Please?”

“You don’t need our permission to talk to a friend, Tony.” Steve was quick to reassure him, but the Dom’s blue eyes softened at the request anyway. “We will pick this up after though.”

Not a question, and not a seconds hesitation when Tony nodded in confirmation.

“Yes sir. Thank you.”

Bucky caught him as he left, snagged his wrist and pulled him back for a slow kiss that had Tony seeing stars by the time they parted.

“Hurry.”

“Yes sir.”

James looked thoroughly unimpressed when Tony basically staggered from the bedroom and he looked somehow even less impressed when Bucky and Steve posted up in the doorway to watch.

“Settle down, boys.” he scoffed. “I’m not gonna steal your sub or snatch him away somewhere wicked when it’s pretty damn obvious he’s halfway to down. Not gonna mess with him, I just need a minute. Quit snarling at me and go have a soda or something.”

“Rhodey!” Tony laughed out loud and James pulled a face to complain, “You weren’t kidding about calling me Rhodey huh?”

“Oh no. Not in the least.”

“I guess I’ll learn to deal.” the other Dom said blandly. “Now come on, I’ve got something to show you down in the truck, I think you’ll like it.”

"...okay?" Tony grabbed his jacket and followed Rhodey down the stairs. “What um--”

“Are those two assholes treating you right?” Suddenly Rhodey was all Dom, straightening his shoulders and lowering his voice and part of Tony wanted to laugh out loud over Rhodey being threatening, but the other part missed having his best friend be protective to the point of moving him to tears.

“They um--” he coughed lightly. “They’re being great to me.”

“They’re good guys.” James continued. “Steve’s a little cheesy for my tastes and Bucky always smirks like he’s one breath away from a stupid come-on, but they’re good men and good Dominants but none of that matters if you came outta a shitty situation and can’t handle them.”

“Well I--”

“You’re welcome to move in with me.” The elevator doors opened and Tony gaped up at his friend in surprise. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want a sub and certainly not one that looks like as much trouble as you do, but you can stay with me and know you’re safe if you don’t want to stay with those goons.”

“I’d like to stay with the goons.” Tony said faux seriously, and Rhodey finally cracked a grin and winked down at him.

“I knew you’d say that, but felt like I needed to speak up anyway. Should I give them a shovel talk so you can see how your Doms look quaking in their boots?”

“Are they scared of you?”

“Damn straight.” James pushed Tony through the outside doors and down towards the parking lot. “So last night at dinner Steve mentioned you’re into robotics and stuff? Might even try to improve on Buck’s arm?”

“You could say I’m into robotics.” Tony eyed the tarp covered lump in the back of the truck curiously. “Really got into it in my college days. Why?”

“Cos I thought you’d get a kick out of this.” Rhodey undid the latch of his truck and pushed away the tarp, lifted down a clunky looking robot that was nothing more than a box on wheels with an arm attached. "I built this thing back a few years ago when I tried to impress some hot scientist who loved the Terminator movies. What do you think?"

"I um--" Tony stared at the robot, at the paper dunce cap on it's head and the familiar treads on its wheels. "I--I--” he put a hand over his mouth and tried not to cry. “I um-- Well, why-- why is it wearing a dunce cap?"

"Cos it's a dummy." Rhodey scowled at the contraption. "Never does anything I tell it to. It wasn’t even cool enough to get me laid. I’m a fighter pilot, a stunt pilot and I build robots and she wasn’t impressed.”

“She was missing out.” Tony tried to laugh but it came out as a half sob. “You can’t call a robot a dummy, though. That’s just mean.”

“The hell it is!”

“Just for that, I’m keeping him.” Tony reached out and straightened the dunce cap tenderly, rubbed at a little bit of grease buildup at the arm hinge. “I’m keeping your robot, Rhodey. He’s mine now. He’s going to live with me.”

“THE HELL HE IS!” The Dominant gaped down at him. “You can’t take my robot! You can look at it maybe, but you aren’t about to just walk away with--”

"You can have it back when you're worthy of such a cool toy." the sub stuck his nose in the air and snapped his fingers. "Wake up, robot, you're coming with me."

The robot beeped and whirred to life immediately to follow Tony up the path towards the doors and Rhodey groaned, “Of course the stupid thing listens to him. Of course it does.”

“You’re welcome to try and take him back!” Tony called over his shoulder. “But be warned my interest in robotics extends to booby traps and anti-heist protocols!”

"Traitor!” The Dom threw his hands up in exasperation. “Tony! I want that thing back! That is my robot and I’m getting it back!”

“The hell you are!” the sub snapped and if Rhodey wouldn’t have been laughing so hard he might have wondered why he was letting a submissive back talk him so loudly and thoroughly, shouting sass across a parking lot.

Bucky and Steve were in for a ride with that one.

He was a fan.

Tony could hear the Dom laughing clear into the building and into the elevator so he waited until the doors had closed before breaking down, falling to his knees and throwing his arms around the scrappy robot. "I’m real glad to see you, bud.”

Dum-E only beeped and waved his arm around in excitement, and Tony hugged him tighter. “This feels an awful lot like heaven, Dum-e, don’t you think? Mom and Dad are okay and Pepper’s okay and Rhodey and now-- now I even have you here and that’s pretty damn perfect.”

A few more beeps and Tony nodded, pushed his hair out of his eyes and stood back up. “Time to find my Doms, huh?”

The robot rolled quickly after Tony down the hall to Steve and Bucky’s door, clicking and whirring curiously as Tony led it inside the apartment and then went off to explore the new place while Tony went to find his Doms.

“Bucky?” he called. “Steve? I’m-- I’m home again!”

“Hey sweetheart.” Bucky looked up and smiled, took his hand off Steve’s thigh to beckon for Tony. “C’mere and see us.”

“Come here, honey.” Steve tapped his foot a few times and pointed down at the floor and Tony didn’t even hesitate to move, didn’t hesitate to kick his shoes off and stumble towards them on unsteady feet until he could fall to his knees.

Home and it was so easy and so beautiful, Tony gasped out a word that might have been a prayer and his Doms were right there to catch him when he teetered, Steve meeting him there on the floor to hold him, Bucky protective over them both as Tony slid towards the edge of under and falling.

...Tony used to love falling. He used to love the exhilaration and anticipation, the way his breath stuttered in that split second of flying before gravity took over. He used to love falling into a new habit, falling into a new love, just falling when he jumped from the diving board or the airplane or the rocks he’d climbed on as a child that he thought were so big.

...Tony used to love falling and when Steve knelt down beside him and pulled him in close, when Bucky lowered his voice to a rumble and ordered his subs to submit, when gravity tugged at Tony’s soul and he let himself slip to the pull of submission and that quiet, secret need to be held...

… then falling was like coming home.

Like finding himself.

Like closing his eyes and letting go.

Heaven.

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chocolatemilksmoothie · 4 years

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SPOILERS for the most recent mha chapters! up to 267

So I've been thinking about Mirko and Hawks (as usual) and while there is a chance that they'll die (especially Mirko since she's near Shigaraki, the doctor, high-ends, and badly injured, and I think Hawks still has some stuff to do in the story regarding the Todorokis), I'm hoping they won't. But just because they survive doesn't mean they're gonna be in one piece and healthy, considering the damage they've taken. I'm in pain but props to Hori for actually hurting a female character this badly holy shit.

The hair ugh it all hurts to watch.

So, I was thinking about this possibility: if both of them make it out alive, one or both might have to retire, and how could that impact them as well as society.

I think if Mirko's leg isn't too badly damaged and she gets medical attention, she can eventually go back to kicking ass. Horikoshi even gave her a cool new arm. Hawks on the other hand, considering how many panels we got of Dabi stepping on his back and torso and burning him non stop, I feel could maybe lose his wings for good. They've grown back before but we don't yet know how badly he's burned and without wings he could not continue working as a pro hero for sure.

These are just some panels, there are a lot.

I would imagine the public would be horrified. Imagine, first the #1 hero, Symbol of Peace, larger than life All Might retires, looking skinny and frail, while the #4 hero gets badly injured and goes on hiatus (not to mention he is missing/dead atm). The new #1 gets injured as well a few months later in a very scary fight against a nomu in the middle of a city, terrified people everywhere, although at least he won and is still working just fine. Then, again a few months later, the #2 and #5 get horribly injured/mutilated/killed in a huge battle (as well as probably hundreds of other heroes) and can't work anymore. So many heroes in the top 5 keep getting taken out in close succession and these two are the youngest ones so far. They seemed like invincible forces with bright futures and yet here they are.

And obviously I think Mirko would resist the idea of retiring, which is why I believe if she survives she'll return to work after recovering. You go girl, please don't die.

As for Hawks, while it would definetly affect him to lose a part of himself like that, maybe looking at the positive side he could finally be Takami Keigo again? How long has it been since someone called him that? Has he had a single day off since he was a child? Maybe this is one way to break free, even if it's not flying. I really hope he can grow them back and I'm wrong though... I think just the emotional damage he could take from these chapters + the info Dabi revealed could lead in some interesting directions, wether he loses the wings or not.

Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm just rambling and emglish isn't my native language ;) just felt like sharing this because I haven't seen this mentioned before and I really enjoy these 2 characters so much. On a different note I hope the animators go nuts for season 5 and for this arc, whenever we get there. This is insane.

#hawks #mirko #takami keigo #rumi usagiyama #usagiyama rumi #keigo takami #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers

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mandala-lore · 4 years

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Venture Bros. headcanons since I've been watching this series since I was wayyy too young and have seen every episode at least ten times but realized I've never really talked about it here:

Rusty and Brock are domestic partners....it's canon at this point. They're much more relaxed about it now than ever before. Sometimes they're Together, sometimes they're with other people. Their relationship is very open but with the understanding that their family comes first. Brock actually gets more jealous than Rusty because he's kinda old fashioned that way, while Rusty is pretty into the idea of free love (even if he doesn't get any lmao). Contrary to fanon, Rusty really is the better parent it's just that we've seen him at his worst, when his kids are teenagers, especially when he's mean to Hank. It's not pretty or excusable, but it's realistic and honest and that's what I love about this show.

Also, Rusty def admitted his attraction to Brock first (though probably not to his face?) but it's Brock who always moves things to a deeper emotional level. For all his silence and himbo energy, Brock is actually a smart man and VERY emotionally intelligent. Especially as the boys got older, Brock actually started like reading books on parenting and bettering yourself - but always in secret. Rusty, on the other hand, self-medicates and represses too much trauma to be really open and honest about his feelings about anyone or anything.

We think of Dean as the crybaby, but that's actually a recent/puberty thing. When they were tiny, Hank would cry DAILY and Dean would do anything, including share Mr. Reachy, to make him feel better.

Speaking of, as much as Hank feels like the black sheep of the family, Dean feels the same way. Because everyone acts like all this violence and super science and mayhem is normal and ok and, frankly, it drives him nuts and he badly wishes, now more than ever, that he wasn't a member of this family.

The Monarch and Dr. Mrs. have discussed AT LENGTH what will happen if one of them dies / gets captured/tortured.... Not in a "live a good life without me" way or anything but in a "here is how best to get VENGEANCE" kinda way.

IF anything ever happened to Sheila though, the Monarch would fall absolutely apart. He would certainly spend the rest of his life committed to seeking revenge but his competancy (already pretty low) would fade considerably. He'd become that broken, old, very deranged villain who everyone just kinda feels sorry for. He'd die broke and alone and in obscurity. Honestly, he'd probably lose himself in drugs/drink. He would not stop thinking about his wife for a single second.

If anything happened to The Monarch though..... Hoooo boy. Sheila would neatly, expertly, efficiently punish anyone responsible, PLUS their innocent loved ones. It would be a bloodbath. Then she'd semi-permanently retire from the supervillain life and go into hiding. She'd open a butterfly sanctuary in her late husband's name and do science stuff in her spare time. She might move on, be with others, but she won't ever forget and she won't tolerate any super hero or villain bullshitt anywhere near her.

Dean is gonna become the next Monarch. I feel like there's ample evidence at this point. The only person he WON'T hurt though is his brother. Oh, they might arch each other, but it's totally playful and respectful and they sit down for dinner once a month and Never Speak of It At All.

Triana is living her BEST life as a witch. I miss her so much, hate that she and Dr. O don't get more screentime. Speaking of, she and her dad meet up at least once a week and she's become much nicer to him now that she's older and doing her own thing. Her secret goal is to find her dad a nice, magic girlfriend to settle down with, or an arch will do, I guess.

Pete and Billy just can't make it work. They're terrible at communication and one of them is ALWAYS ready to confess when the other is angry or seeing someone else or something. They just can't get the timing right, even though all their friends and family already assume they're dating. They are the slowest of burns and, of course, best friends, but there's a lot of baggage and hurt in the way of anything more..... For now.

Hank is 100% going to be the playboy super hero of his dreams and I love that for him. Dermot is gonna watch someone he loves die and it's going to change him, make him softer and kinder. Dean is gonna LOSE IT and go full villain.

#the venture bros #venture bros #mine

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miss-choco-chips · 4 years

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Put a ring on it 2

Gonna drop this here super quick and then go back to cram for my finals. Who allowed me to schedule six finals in one week? I’m gonna die. Pray for me.

Tagging @jedissica ‘cause they asked me to, and @animemangasoul who I think will like this.

---.---

-Batman, here we are. It’s been a while since you last called an emergency meeting. Is everything okay?

-Were you aware that our children eloped together?

-...what.

-As in, my third kid, your first one, Diana’s second, and Barry’s… grandchild. I’m not exactly sure about who married who, but there was more than one wedding and they have a group chat called ‘hubbies and waifu’. Whatever that means.

-...

-That’s my girl. I always told her, go big or go home.

-Diana, no.

----.----

Cassie’s phone went off again with her specific Diana ringtone, and she gave up, turning it off and throwing it on the pile with Kon’s, Bart’s and Tim’s (the last one had four all by himself, so it was quite a big ‘phone tower’; Hah, pun intended).

-You’re gonna freak out so badly over this when you actually wake up -she informed Tim’s fluffy hair.

Said vigilante only released a cute little snore, face buried on her lap, legs thrown over Kon’s, one hand that had fallen from the couch resting on Bart’s head where he sat on the floor in front of them.

-Well, they were going to find out one way or another. And this was probably among the best scenarios.

-How? I’m sure this one was top five on Tim’s ‘worst case’ nightmare list.

-I was there and saw their faces. I didn’t even know Batman could express any emotion other than ‘cold’ and ‘overflowing with rage’. That image will bring me joy in future distressing times, I’m sure. My patronus memory, if you will.

-I’m soooooooo jealous, dude.

Cassie snorted, carefully not moving an inch, fingers cradling through Tim’s hair. Over her dead body would he ever cut it, now that it was finally long enough to make itty tiny braids all over it, her favorite therapeutic iddle work.

-We’ll make Tim give us footage when he wakes up. He has to provide for us, after all.

Kon let his arm, resting on the backrest of the couch, fall over Cassie’s shoulders- Be sure to include footage from after we left, too. Nightwing’s ‘As in more than one?!’ part was solid gold.

-No kidding, I want that as my ringtone for you and Tim -chimed in Bart, carefully moving Tim’s hand back to the couch and then running to the kitchen- Ice cream?

-Do you even need to ask?

---.----

By the time Tim woke up, the hero gossip network had done it’s thing, and almost everyone with a costume was aware of the news. Even Cissie, who was officially retired, and Zachary Zatara, away on his shows and usually out of reach, had called, the first one to offer congratulations and ask if the thing was real emotionally-wise, the second to just laugh at them for full six minutes before hanging up.

He did text them later, asking when the celebration ceremony would be.

-It’s not a bad idea -mused Cassie, showing them her phone screen with the magician’s text- a party, I mean.

Tim, from his place working a case on the Titan’s main computer, tuted- Batman might actually kill me for that. I think we’ve survived this far only because there are no written records making this official, and a part of him must think it’s all some elaborate prank.

-It’s not -insisted Bart, head poking out of the kitchen- we are family now, officially. No take backs.

Their Robin shifted in place just enough for them to see his smile, a gift on itself- I know, guys, and the sentiment is much appreciated. But from a legal standpoint, it’s not that different from what a few kids on a playground could do while playing family. Only place this could stand against judgement would be the future, some ancient Amazonian tribe, or Krypton.

-Doesn’t matter, as long as it’s true for us. And, I mean, we didn’t want to cut your options if you ever wanted to actually get married the classic way.

This time, their bird actually turned around, a warmth on his expression that he usually reserved for his team. It made them feel special like nothing else.

-Yeah, I know. Thank you for that. It was really considerated.

As if they would drag Tim into something like legal marriage without previous consent. The fact that he even felt the need to thank them for showing him basic human decency was making their blood boil with the need to punch a bat on the face.

Kon flew over, the high chair preventing him from draping himself on his best friend’s back, but not from hugging his neck and messing his hair.

-Back at my point -cleared her throat the amazonian-, your former mentor can suck my metaphorical Freudian dick. We could throw a party, and it would only be different from a normal one because marriage celebrations include gifts, which I’m totally for. I haven’t seen Zatara, Cissie, Greta and Anita in a while, and Miguel, Raven and Gar might murder us for not telling them about our plans and not making it up to them with a party. No ‘adults’ out of the ones on team, or mentors, invited, enough alcohol to re-drown Atlantis, fancy food bought with Bat’s credit card…

-You are right, it does sound kinda nice -hummed Kon, floating just out of Tim’s range when former Wonder Boy tried to slap his hands away. Silly bat, always denying affection.

-All in favor?

-I don’t know -giving up, Tim went back to his case files- I have a lot to do this days, and there’s a lead that might take me to Asia…

-Isn’t Cass there? Ask her to take over it for you, as a marriage present or something. C’mon Tim, do it for the gifts. Imagine what Zatara might get for us. So crash.

-If it’s a magical object, I won't want it anywhere near me. We bats don’t have the best track record with that stuff, and I swear to god if I get deaged I would use my non-prosecutable age to murder someone. Probably Zatara himself.

-Adorable as that might be, it totally won’t happen.

----.----

-....can you repeat it one more time? Slower, though. I think I’m getting hearing problems.

Raven, through the video call connecting the Cave with the Tower, didn’t seem fazed by Nightwing’s slightly threatening tone.

-I said, the team had a party, everyone got drunk, and it was fine for a while. I was watching over them, but then I needed to use the restroom. When I got back, someone had gotten ahold of Zachary’s gift for Tim, Cassie, Kon and Bart, and…

-Why for those four? -asked Hood, standing right by N’s side. He had came in during Raven’s first explanation, and felt like there was something he was missing.

-It was a marriage gift. Moving on…

-A what?! Since when is Lil Red married? The fuck happened while I was in Russia?!

-...someone had gotten ahold of the gift -Raven kept going, cool as a cucumber. On the background behind her, teen heroes were running back and forth, people were screaming and something was smoking-, which happened to be some sort of magical artifact. Zachary wasn’t really aware of what it did, he just randomly choose it from among his collection of magical tools when he remembered at the last possible time a gift was mandatory for a wedding party. I returned from the bathroom and everything was a mess, the couch was turned upside down, a pipe had burst, the tv was on fire and Tim had been de aged.

There was a battle scream, in a distinctly childish voice, somewhere on the room out of view of the camera, and Raven’s eyes left the screen for a second as if looking at it.

-Was that Red Robin? -Batman, because of course he was listening in, started typing at the console, frantically trying to get a new angle to see what was going on on the Tower.

-He’s unharmed, and everything is under control.

Another scream, this time louder.

-...that didn’t sound under control -mused Dick, apparently still processing the information. Bruce typed faster. Robin gripped his sword tighter, as if readying himself for a war.

Jason still looked utterly lost.

-Marriage? She said marriage? AND YOU ASSHOLES KNEW ‘BOUT THIS?!

-He’s… throwing a tantrum -the woman ignored him, still looking only at her former leader-. Something about using his age to kill Zatara without being convicted. I’ll need to leave now, I only called to ask you to take over Tim’s cases while we solve this issue.

-Wait! Rae, if Timmy’s a kid, he needs to be with us. We are his family, it’s our jurisdiction.

A green bird suddenly landed on her shoulder, halthing whatever response she might give. Gar pecked her on the cheek lightly before turning his beak their direction.

-Husbands and Wives get priority, N, you know that. Cassie, Kon and Bart are looking after him, and keeping him from killing Zachary, while the rest of us research how to turn him back. Zach is actually trying to contact his cousin, maybe the great Zatanna will quicken this process. So, yeah, no Bats allowed on the Tower until then!

-But/!

A loud crash, followed by a wail, made Gar wince and Raven’s head to snap to the side and growl.

-Whelp, gotta go, Tower out! -a ‘Tim!’ could be heard in the background just before the screen went dark.

-...

-...Anyone gonna fill me in?

-Drake eloped thrice over without informing us and has been living in sinful unworthiness with his three partners since last month or so, that we know about. Probably more.

-...Partners?

-You heard her. The speedster, clone and amazonian.

-...

-Dickie, how t’fuck did ya allow’is to happen?!

-IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS ASKED FOR MY BLESSING, JASON!

-B, what the utter hell, ain’t ya supposed to keep track of this kinda shit?!?

-...

-Don’t bother, Father has been broken since learning of Drake’s mistake, and will go unresponsive at the most inconvenient times.

-...

-Fuck, I need a drink. Also, ’m going there.

-You heard Gar, Jay -pointed out Dick- we can’t just walk in there, and the Tower is legally his. We have to be smart about this, plan this through, and/

-Yeah, no, he said ‘no bats’-gesturing at his gun holsters, he started to walk to where his bike was parked-. RIP ya’ll, but I’m different. See ya.

-...

-Tt. Useless. I’ll go back to training. Father, Grayson, should you two, as the plebeians say, ‘snap out of it’ and come with a good plan to get Drake back under our tutelage, I’ll be by the mats waiting.

-...

-...Don’t look at me like that. I raised him for a few months tops, but he’s your kid, not mine. Same with Tim, and Jason’s entirely your fault.

---.---

Meanwhile, back at the Tower, Kon let out a screeching ‘Tim!’ before diving out and catching the baby bird in his arms, halting his fall from the ceiling rafters where he had been climbing. Behind him, Cassie let out a relieved breath.

-God’s above, you almost gave me a heart attack. Okay, new ground rules, this two little feet stay on the ground.

Tim, as proudly as a three year old toddler could, frowned at him.

-Don’t patwonize me, Kon. And lemme go, I havta cacth Zac/ Zat/… Magic-boy.

Bart materialized by their side, arms looping below Tim’s armpints to carry him to the recently put back to its correct place couch. He dropped there, tiny bird in his lap, cooing all the while.

-Aww, you’re precious.

-I could still huwt you -pointed out the toddler, resigning himself at being manhandled.

-I know -replied Bart lovingly, softly stroking his turf of hair.

Somewhere on the side, Cissie clapped her hands, as if getting rid of the dust there.

-Okay, I putted out the fire, so now I’ll be heading home. This magical bullshit is way out of my ‘retired’ comfort zone.

Cassie landed by her side and gave her a quick hug, while Greta walked up to them- I understand, thanks for coming.

-Give us a call when this is solved, we can have a coffee while you complain about your husbands. And… child, now, I guess. God, it was already weird calling Tim your husband, but now he’s a baby and it's doubly weird. Figure this out quickly.

-Will do. See you guys later.

One by one, they all left, some offering their support (appreciated, but not needed, thank you, we’ll manage), some still laughing. In the end, only the Core Four, Gar, Raven and Miguel remained. Zachary probably was there somewhere (if he dared leave without helping them fix this, he was dead meat), but out of the enraged toddler’s sight, which. Wise.

Even if said little human being was pint sized and cow eyed, he was probably still the most dangerous person in the room, unarmed or not (you know what, scratch that; if time with Tim taught them anything, was that no bat was ever unarmed. Even bare handed, their own bodies were weapons).

-...So... What should we do while we wait for Zatara’s solution?

-I vote movie night. It’s not like we can keep on drinking, with a kid in the room/ Auch! Pointy elbows, Tim!

Kon swooped in, picking Tim from Bart’s not invulnerable lap and cuddling to him on the couch by the speedster’s side. Tim knew better than to hit the Boy of Steel without proper equipment, so he let himself fall back against the broad chest. Cassie, talking to the older members of the team on the side, smiled softly at them before returning to her conversation.

As mad as his current situation made him, Tim couldn’t bring himself to pout too much. It had been a fun night, all things considered.

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#Tim Drake #kon el kent #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #bruce wayne #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #young justice #teen titans #core four #crack wedding #Don't know what I'm doing hahaha #don't have an excuse i'm just procastinating from studying for my finals #gonna be dead by next week so enjoy this folks #i did this instead of studying #my writing #No edit we die like women

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