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firebrands · 4 years

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chances are | steve/tony

1.9k, T, unconscious acts of affection as told through the avengers’ POVs + fluff and getting together | “stony bingo prompt fill: unconsciousness | on ao3

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1. Acts of Service

Clint’s halfway through his cereal when Tony walks in, suit jacket in hand. His sleeves are rolled up and his tie loose around his neck. He takes one look at Clint and sighs dramatically.

“I hate being alive,” he says, slumping over the coffee machine and mournfully pressing buttons to make himself a drink.

Clint snorts in response, used to the melodrama of Morning Tony.

As if on cue, Steve enters, carrying a box of donuts and a cup of coffee.

“Tony!” He says, grinning brightly. He sets the donuts down. “Glad I caught you before your next meeting.”

Tony remains slumped over the coffee machine, making a sad sound as it slowly whirs to life.

“I got you coffee,” Steve says gently. He places it on the counter in front of Tony, and from where he’s seated, Clint can see that his smile has faltered, a little.

Huh, Clint thinks to himself.

“God answered my prayers!” Tony says, jumping to life and taking the cup. He takes a sip, then turns to Steve, surprised.

“You know my order?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, coloring slightly. Clint only notices because he’s watching them closely. “I remembered you had a big meeting today and figured you’d need a pick me up.”

Tony looks down at his coffee, trying and failing to hide his smile.

“Thanks,” he says.

The kitchen goes quiet, save for the coffee percolating.

“Well what about me,” Clint cuts in, because it’s just too much.

Steve laughs, and looks a bit grateful for Clint’s interference. “I got the team donuts.”

“Well, I’m off,” Tony says, clearing his throat. “Thanks for the coffee, Cap.”

“You’re welcome.”

Tony hesitates at the door, and he turns to say something else, but Steve beats him to it.

“And don’t worry about your report from yesterday, I got it covered,” Steve says in a rush.

“Oh,” Tony says. He blushes a little, and Clint briefly considers stabbing himself with his spoon. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Steve waves Tony off. “Go on, you might be late.”

“They can wait,” Tony says, smirking at Steve. “But okay. Thanks, really.”

Once a few moments have passed and Clint is sure Tony’s out of earshot, he turns to Steve with a raised brow.

“Never expected you to play favorites,” he teases.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Go eat your donut.”

2. Quality Time

It’s a perfectly normal Tuesday afternoon. That in itself should have been warning enough, but Bruce is sitting comfortably beside Tony on the couch, and he figures that he ought to make the most of the silence. Tony hums absently to himself as he adjusts calculations on his tablet. He’d come up from the workshop earlier to ask for Bruce’s help, and elected to stay upstairs in case he needed Bruce’s input again to save him the trip.

Then Steve steps out of the elevator, evidently freshly showered.

“Hello,” he says, smiling at them. Bruce nods in response, then goes back to reading.

“Hey,” Tony looks up from his tablet and stands up. “How was the mission?”

“Fine.” Bruce tries not to eavesdrop, but can’t seem to focus—he’s read the same sentence thrice now.

“Wanna get a snack?” Tony asks. “It’s been a minute.”

“Yeah?” Bruce looks up just in time to see Steve scratch the back of his neck, looking vaguely embarrassed and a bit flushed. “I’d like that. If you’re not too busy.”

“Of course not,” Tony says, smirking. “Come on, there’s an apple pie in this cafe I found that has your name on it.”

Bruce frowns back at his book. Tony had mentioned earlier that he was working on something urgent, hence the need for Bruce’s support.

Evidently, it wasn’t as important as getting pie with Steve.

He hears the doors to the elevator slide open.

“Oh, shit,” he hears Tony hiss. “Bruce?” He shouts, across the living room.

“I’ll pass,” Bruce says, waving his book at them. “Enjoy the pie.”

He bites back a smile when he sees both of them blush at the same time, then look away from each other. If he were a more scheming man, he’d discuss this with the rest of the team. But he isn’t, and he goes back to reading.

3. Words of Affirmation

Thor slumps down on one of the seats in the quinjet and lets out a sigh of relief. The battle earlier was exhilarating, but he hadn’t gotten any rest the night before.

He’s about to nod off when Steve speaks. Thor cracks an eye open to look at Steve talking to Tony.

“The new suit you made,” Steve says, patting his side as if to make his point, “it fits like a glove. I have a much better range of motion.”

“Great.”

“Seriously Tony, thank you. It means a lot that you keep working on upgrades for us.”

Thor watches as Tony turns an amusing shade of pink.

“Yeah, it’s—it’s whatever.” Tony turns away.

Thor sits up a little straighter. “Indeed, Anthony,” he says. Tony stops in his tracks. “Even I, for all I’ve seen, am amazed at your abilities.”

“Oh,” Tony says, looking shocked. “Thanks.”

Steve beams up at Thor. “See. Like I said, you’re amazing.”

Tony’s blush deepens, and Thor laughs.

They arrive in the Tower soon enough, and it’s still early in the day that Tony can still make it to meetings. Steve and Thor are eating their second breakfast in front of the TV when Tony steps out of the elevator, looking immaculate despite the frown on his face.

“You okay?” Steve asks. He shifts forward, as if to get up, but stays seated.

Thor quirks an eyebrow at the movement, but Steve doesn’t notice.

“Yeah I just.” Tony waves his hand around, not finishing the rest of his sentence. “I think I need a coffee, or fifty.”

“Sure, let me,” Steve says, apparently deciding to finally get up.

“No I—I was just saying,” Tony sputters, following Steve into the kitchen.

Thor huffs, brings his bowl of cereal, and goes into the kitchen as well.

“It’s the least I can do,” Steve says, already pouring some beans into the grinder. “Seriously, Tony. You’re already doing so much, it’s honestly kinda amazing how much you juggle every day.” He turns to Tony, looking a bit embarrassed before he finishes by saying, “Well, I guess my point is, you weren’t exaggerating when you said you were a genius, huh?”

At the compliment, Tony turns to Thor with a look of disbelief.

Thor scoops a large amount of Froot Loops into his mouth. From behind Tony, Steve gives Thor a look.

“Indeed,” Thor says, chewing a little before adding. “You are a marvel.”

Tony makes a few strangled sounds, accepts the cup of coffee from Steve, and turns to walk out.

Thor is sure that both he and Steve notice that Tony stands a little straighter, despite his sputtering.

4. Physical Touch

Natasha notices it first over dinner. Tony touches Steve almost incessantly, first to get his attention to pass the salt, then a pat on the back to say thanks for cooking, then ruffling Steve’s hair when he makes a joke.

She decides, as Steve and Tony jostle over who does the dishes, that this is for further observation.

Then, as it is, the world’s on fire.

Still, on the quinjet, Natasha turns to Clint and tilts her head toward Tony and Steve’s general area, her eyebrows raised.

Clint looks, then snorts. “Maybe we should put up posters.”

They don’t have time to say anything else, arriving at the scene of the AIM attack. Natasha’s too focused on staying alive, listening on the comms for the next move, when she notices that a line has gone silent just as the battle winds down.

She finds them first; surrounded by rubble and quiet. The tenderness of the scene almost takes her breath away. “Is he—” she starts. Tony looks up, startled, his hand stopping mid-motion from stroking Steve’s hair away from his face.

“Yeah, I. Medical’s on the way.” Natasha breathes out, and fully takes everything in now that she’s adjusted to the threat level.

Tony’s helmet is on the ground, right beside Steve’s. She picks them up as she walks toward them, watching the way Tony cradles Steve’s head to his chest, keeping his head elevated. With his other hand, the one not carding through Steve’s hair, he’s pressing down on a hole in Steve’s stomach. He keeps touching Steve, his hand moving erratically from Steve’s hair, to his face, to his shoulder, his neck. When Natasha finally gets close enough, she can barely hear Tony whispering.

“Stay awake, I got you,” Tony says, and Steve is looking up at him, probably too exhausted to speak, but his eyes are open. There’s a bit of blood on the side of Steve’s mouth, and Natasha only notices it because she was wondering why Steve was smiling.

5. Giving Gifts

Steve takes a deep breath before he punches in his code for the workshop. As he enters, the volume of Tony’s music goes down considerably.

“Ah, Steve,” Tony says, lifting goggles up and off his face before turning to smile at him. “C’mere.”

Steve keeps his hands behind his back as he walks, his fingers flexing around the book he’d brought along. He takes another deep breath.

“Before you,” Steve pauses. “I mean, I was out this afternoon and.” He pulls the book out from behind him—a first edition copy of Tolkien’s Unfinished Tales. “You mentioned it was the only one missing from your collection,” he finishes.

Tony looks down at the book, taking it gingerly in his hands before looking back up at Steve. “You remembered,” he says, sounding shocked. “I mean, thanks. Wow. You remembered?”

“Yeah,” Steve tries to smile. He’s not sure if he actually achieves it. “Anyway. You said you wanted to talk?”

“Oh,” Tony says, looking away. If Steve wasn’t so focused on his own shyness, he’d say Tony looked a bit timid, too. “Well, this is perfect, really, because I got you something too.”

He turns around and pushes things around his workbench, then turns to Steve with a flourish. “A few weeks ago you talked about how you never got to see Europe during peacetime, and well…” Tony pauses and licks his lips. “I figured you’d never gone on vacation, either. After everything. So.”

He hands Steve a piece of paper, and when Steve glances down at it, he sees a printed ticket and an itinerary.

“I have a bunch of places there anyway, so you can stay wherever you want, JARVIS can set you up,” Tony says in a rush.

Steve holds the paper, then looks up at Tony, smiling a little.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Well,” Steve stops himself from fidgeting, and swallows hard when he meets Tony’s gaze.

“Maybe you’d like to take some time off so you can read.” he gestures to the book in Tony’s hand, only to notice Tony's white-knuckled tony’s grip on it.

It gives Steve a sorely needed boost in confidence. “I was thinking we could go on vacation together.”

Tony makes a soft, choked sound. “Huh?” Then he holds up his hand. “Wait. Really?”

Steve bites his lip and looks away. “I mean, if you have the time.”

“If I have the time,” Tony repeats to himself, sounding disbelieving. “Steve.” He steps in front of Steve, forcing him to meet Tony’s gaze. “I have all the time in the world for you.”

A laugh bubbles out of Steve, joyful and unbidden, and a little bit shocked. “Good,” he says, reaching out and holding Tony’s hand, which is as disgustingly sweaty as his own. “Good.”

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technobladetimestamps · 3 years

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Nov 16 Stream Timestamps

Timestamps from Technoblade’s “THE REVOLUTION (dream SMP)”

Link to my youtube comment with all of the timestamps x

Timestamps with hyperlinks below

02:13 “This is a surprise tool which will help us later” / thumbnail isn’t foreshadowing / video thumbnails have to be big / stream thumbnails can be detailed 05:17 “The traitor is actually Jschlatt” / firework crafting 09:50 “The ratio is impeccable” 13:23 “Dream’s in the game! My audience retention rate” / vc with Tubbo & Quackity / traitor Jschlatt theory / “Are you high?” “A little” 14:47 “You’re a bit of a wildcard” “I am the most consistent character on the entire server” / “What’s this about getting into power” / “We’ll burn this bridge when we get to it” 15:54 “You really are such an English major” / “You’re an idiom” / malaphor / “I’m actually speaking twice as much English as you guys” 18:07 “I think Thunder is overcompensating in the chat” / “Where can you see me” “In my heart” (Karl & Quackity) / Karl not leaving vc 20:33 vc with Niki / “Did Tubbo just leave me? I spaced out for 2 seconds” / “You can’t call everyone the traitor” “I can & will” 22:45 “You know it’s an event when Skeppy’s here” / “You know it’s a big deal when Georgenotfound wakes up” / “Everyone leaves me” 23:31 explaining the traitor thing to Niki / “Maybe I’m a sleeper agent” / had to kill Tubbo 25:03 nothing happened with that creeper / Fundy interrogating Niki / “Why did I train her for MCC” 25:54 “Even YOU’RE leaving me” / sad music / “I’m sitting here with 203k viewers & it’s not enough for any of these streamers to bear talking to me for more than 60 seconds” / Skeppy joins vc to immediately leave 28:50 Karl has a gift for Techno / Karl is just here for the animatic 32:21 “At least the chat won’t leave me” / pays for his music 35:01 “I’m going to destroy the government so bad” / “I hate all of the farming updates on skyblock” 37:45 joining a vc / “I just got stood up in like 4...conversations in rapid succession” / “My new years resolution was to make friends & it’s november & I’ve made zero headway” / Eret switches sides 41:53 Ender chest setup / worried about hotbar management / potions > shields 43:13 vc with allies / “Karl you are literally the biggest third wheel I have ever seen” 45:03 angering the dogs / trident combo 47:13 “D!ck with one ball” (Tubbo) 50:25 “Let’s hope Wil overslept like [George]” 53:09 recruiting Eret / “If you fight on our side we’ll make you the King of Burger King” / “He’ll be an executive citizen” / “I’m surrounded by idiots” 54:58 putting Schlatt on the allies list / “Schlatt is an alcoholic high on protein power” (Fundy) 56:47 can’t trust Eret / “I hate it when you’re right” (Tubbo) / Wilbur joins vc 59:50 having a moment with Hubert / “Not even the mobs like me” / sad music / “I just gained 8k subscribers the sadness is gone” / cow pit exp farm 1:02:57 vc with Niki / “I’m going to join the other vc AHHHHH” 1:05:02 “Once everyone meets up...I have something prepared” / “Technoblade when are you not ready?” “When I joined the server” 1:09:38 “Who do you take me for? Of course I’ve read the Art of War. It’s written by Mozart” / battle planning 1:12:18 “This is the betrayal...happening very slowly” 1:13:35 Pan1 / “This revolution is so doomed” 1:15:29 Dream attack / Quackity dies 1:18:07 “Agree Retweet” / “Violence is the only universal language” / “i have a supply” / “Why do you talk in upwards inflections constantly?” 1:19:57 Techno not getting to talk / “He took it all by force didn’t he” / “Fear into Ear” 1:23:50 Techno telling everyone he has a stash twice / distributing blue / mushroom the fox 1:26:49 Tommy talking over Techno again / “Stop going off on your tangents” “We have food at home” 1:29:30 vault reveal / Tubbo stealing emeralds / secret chest 1:32:40 “Shut up bro you are green as shit” (Tommy) / “Everyone give me back my stuff you don’t deserve it” 1:34:41 no netherite swords / “Who’s the traitor” “Promise we won’t be mad” 1:36:31 battle / Technoblade trident maneuvering / giving rocket launchers to Tubbo & Tommy 1:40:27 killing Karl / Dream bringing out the end crystals / fighting invis Dream / purpled switches sides 1:43:57 Dream wants to talk / 309k / group photos 1:46:08 vc with Dream / “But only if my enemy insists” / in the van with Schlatt / “What are you doing in my drug van? It better not be drugs” / Tommy preparing to shoot Schlatt 1:54:42 “We won” / “We killed an old man with heart problems! It only took 20 of us!” / President Innit / subscribe to Technoblade sign 1:55:57 Dream & Techno talk in chat / Tommy speech / “It was meant to be” / “I don’t think anyone is bowing to Tommyinnit” / “Karl don’t be weird” / Skeppy has a disc 1:59:06 Techno being apprehensive on mute / Tommy makes Wilbur President / “I’ll be the president” “I’m gonna veto that” / “Techno...you’ve taught me that government is not the way to go” / Wilbur makes Tubbo president 2:03:20 “I’m not sure I like where this is going x2” / “I’m not sure this is a good ending” / “Team chaos” “Perhaps” 2:06:20 Techno shoots Tubbo / Philza joins / “You think Schlatt was the cause of your problems? No. It was government” / speech gets interrupted / “The government ends here, I’ll kill it myself!” 2:09:23 Phil kills Wilbur / techno yelling for silence / “Tommy you just did a coup...& instilled yourself as president” 2:12:11 “If you want to be a hero THAN DIE LIKE ONE” / wither spawning / killing his former allies 2:15:09 post fight talks / “There will be no new government today. It will be over my dead body” / “Techno was not the traitor” 2:18:50 “I need to increase the crater that is L’Manberg so that no country can rise in its place” / “Mom says it’s my turn on the flame bow” 2:23:51 “What I’m doing right now is small scale. This is the work of an individual. This is nothing compared to the cruelty governments all around the world [inflict]...systematically” / “Llamas are the primary victims of war” / “I just wanna be apart of the explosion” (George) 2:27:06 Techno joins vc / connor joins the server / “I hope you’re proud of yourself Techno” “I kinda am” / Jack Manifold (Thunder) being broke / netherite armor 2:32:30 “Beach episode” / Techno accidentally joins the L’Manberg vc 2:35:16 the base is compromised / “There’s no way Technoblade would put a clock there if it didn’t mean anything” / got robbed 2:37:37 “If you’re going to ask me how I got all these emerald & arrows that’s a story for another day” / explaining the bedrock / “I can give everyone stuff & it’ll be such a flex” 2:40:24 Greek mythology 2:41:45 The Golden Apple / “They didn’t use discord back then they used skype, so can’t invite Eris” / “Zeus the god of feminism” 2:46:02 Eret recruiting Techno to kill George / joining vc / “Let’s stop him before he gets land” / Awesamdude proposing a fight 2:49:08 “No one can kill me I’m invincible” (logs out) / Dream literally names the turtle potions Sam thinks he hasn’t heard of / “I’m at soup” / “It’s not smack talk he just has that many items” 2:53:06 “Stab him Dream, I’ll shout encouraging words” / Techno fighting Bad & Ant 2:56:23 Dream wins / “I think there was this Dream guy attacking you with some sort of weapon” 3:00:11 turtle potions / Dream hyping up Techno about fighting BBH / Badlands negotiating with George 3:04:34 vc with Philza 3:07:00 spider farm afk’ing / lagging Quackity’s computer 3:09:06 smp earth / Phil only logged on to back Techno up 3:10:32 killing George / “I’m gonna drop his armor off don’t jump me” / not fighting Dream 3:13:00 vc with Karl & Phil / Karl definitely not starting a government / “Chat that was the boring part, don’t leave” / 320k / “Why do we keep scheduling these on Monday?” 3:16:18 “I don’t even want to think about how famous Tommy will be in the future” / “I get a tad bitter” / covid is good for youtubers but obviously bad / “I’m so good at socially distancing” 3:19:51 “Aren’t you tired of being nice Philza? Don’t you just wanna go crazy” / “You should be wary of the old in a profession where people die young” / vc with Eret 3:21:47 “What if you built a slightly larger throne next to it?” / “How are they paranoid of a mole but the guy with a track record of being a traitor gets no questions asked” 3:25:47 “I’m gonna place a block at the bottom & kill you instantly” / reverse mlg / emerald rich even with Tubbo’s theft 3:27:57 “I’ll allow it” / upstairs chests robbed / Eret disconnects with the book 3:32:04 armor sabotage bc he thought it’d be 1v5 / crystals are mutually assured destruction / Wilbur afraid of tnt getting blown up early 3:34:11 the diary was actually Eret’s / “He’s gonna tell everyone who I have a crush on. Nooo” / reading the 100 page book / “Can I not win here?” “No” 3:40:14 “This stream has released more serotonin in my brain than the last 6 months combined” / revolution was overcrowded / could improve the crater 2:43:09 “Awkward ten minute period where I’m just sitting there watching them set up a new government but I can’t kill them yet” / Carl is missing 3:44:34 “The one time Technoblade is gonna roleplay & they talk over him” / “CARL” / “As long as Sapnap isn’t the one that took him there’ll still be hope” 3:46:10 “Once you start using end crystals it’s the only pvp that matters & end crystal pvp is so lame” / Webtoons 3:49:10 “What’s going to happen to you & WIlbur now?” “I don’t know, I think I’m chill with Wilbur” / “The only thing that changed is my voice. Zero personal growth” / lines from the first speech that got interrupted / “King George is trending booo” 3:52:00 1 million twitter followers / “O god it’s been four hours...I am not built for this” / did a 13 hour stream once / sub growth goals 3:56:30 “What the heck is Phil watching”

#technoblade #technoblade timestamps #THE REVOLUTION (dream SMP)#dream smp

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rose-demica · 3 years

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My Superhero, Hamilfilm lyric Challenge Fic.

My entrance into @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Hamilfilm Lyric Challenge, thank you so much for letting me join! I had fun with this.

Lyric: We have seen each other through it all.

Character: Clint Barton

Pairing: Clint/Reader

Warnings: Angst, (maybe, I’m unsure of the definition of angst), Hopefully a mostly gender neutral reader. I try to be super ambiguous with all my reader characters. Female Reader (sorry I forgot he uses the pet name Princess) Mentions of Reader torture. Severe Dehydration, Gangs, Gang Violence, mentions of a few dead bad guys. Reader getting into tough situations. A DC reference - it makes sense, I promise. No beta reader because despite my best intentions I left this until the last minute again. (It’s 2am a day after due where I am :/ )Gunshot wounded good guy.

Credits: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan a-plan for the challenge, and @zombitch-cas for the divider.

5 times Clint saved you, and the 1 time you saved him.

You still remembered the first day you met Clinton Francis Barton, a memory you were sure had burnt itself into every corner of your brain.

It hadn’t been a sunny day, nor a rainy one, yet it hovered somewhere in between, a damp mugginess that had the shipping container you were in heated to what you imagined hell to feel like. Sandpaper slipped out of your mouth, an attempt to moisten your cracked, bleeding lips, or maybe an attempt to catch a bit of the sweat dripping off your body, a drop or two of water, something to soothe the ache in your throat. You weren’t too sure anymore, all your brain could do was scream out for liquid, you’d take anything at all in that moment.

It was an effort to open your eyes, the bright light they’d left on in the container burning into way too dry iris’, forcing yourself to focus, you searched for anything within reach that could quench your thirst, calm the raging heat racing through your veins, threatening to turn your body to ash. Your eyes fell shut, fighting your orders to open, to find something, anything.

The creak of the doors had your eyes obeying once more, praying it was your tormentors, coming back to either give you water, or finally put you out of your misery. You hadn’t told them anything, you didn’t have the answers they wanted.

It wasn’t your normal tormentors standing in the doorway, but instead a man in a navy blue costume. You struggled to stay focused on it, forcing yourself to note the little things. He was wearing what looked like a reinforced wetsuit, but the left hand sleeve had been cut off, revealing a strong muscular arm that flexed as he lowered his bow and unnotched an arrow. You ignored the stinging in your eyes to see a weirdly gloved hand running through sandy blonde hair as the man’s steel blue eyes scanned both you and the container that was your cell. The needles stabbing in your eyes prodded your brain, and they fell closed despite your attempts to keep them open.

“How-” Your voice cracked, struggling to talk with how dry your throat was. “How you gonna torture me with that Aquaman?” You forced yourself to speak anyway, he had to know you weren’t afraid, you weren’t about to just give up, no matter what he was about to do to you.

“Aquaman?” Came the offended response, a pause, before you heard movement coming towards you, you braced yourself for a blow of some kind, revenge for your comment. But instead gloved hands softly grasped your bruised face, turning it. “I have water, can you open your mouth?” Your left eye cracked open, scanning him until they settled on a bottle of water, you licked your lips automatically, unable to take your eyes off it. “Only a few sips, if you drink too much you’ll be sick.” You felt something cool press to your lips, and you opened them, greedily taking the small amount he offered, unable to hide back a sigh of relief as you felt it moisten your mouth before rolling down your throat. The heat around your chest lessened as the cool water raced to settle in your stomach. You followed the bottle as it moved away, straining against both your shoulders and the chains that forced them to stay above your head.

“You can have more in a few minutes. I’m going to unbolt the chains around your feet okay?” You heard shuffling, before feeling hands brush along your ankles and feet. You felt the moment they fell off, ignoring the clunk of them falling to the floor, pulling each up close to your chest, relishing in the fact they were no longer pulled as tight as they could go. It had been so long that you were sure they’d stretched you at least a foot longer.

“Will you be alright with my arm around your waist? I need to hold you against me so you don’t collapse when I release your wrists.” You opened an eye, watching as he stood up and shifted to stand behind you. “Kinda hard to rescue you if you’re chained to the roof there Princess.” He prompted when you hadn’t answered, waiting for your permission to touch you.

“They uh-” You wanted to motion at your stomach, at all the cuts and bruises that had been roughly bandaged up in an attempt not to kill you before you could tell them everything, but your hands were still bound. The strange man seemed to understand what you were hinting at regardless, lifting up your shirt and making a sound that reminded you of a wince. You were pretty sure at least two of your lower ribs were broken, and you would have the bruises to prove it.

“I’ll try be gentle.” His arm wrapped around you, settling just under your bust where the least amount of cuts and bruising was. It was a gentle embrace for a moment, letting you adjust as he shifted around you, you felt him settle moments before he pulled you back against his chest. “Countdown from ten.” He ordered,

“10, 9,” It hurt your vocal cords, but it had to be for a reason right? “8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3,” The arm around your chest tightened, lifting you up, and with it, took the weight off of your wrists. You heard his hand move, the chains rattling as he did so. “2, 1.” Jelly arms instantly collapsed, weight coming off your shoulders as your hands crashed into your sides. The man shifted behind you, before you were lifted into a bridal hold.

“Alright Princess, let’s get you back to your castle.”

To say you were screwed was the understatement of the century. Your employer had given you false information, everything they had on this job had been a lie. Whatever undercover informant they thought they had was clearly a double agent. Which meant this had been a suicide mission from the start. Something you would have loved to have known before you got to this point.

In fact, maybe even before you wasted 3 months building a cover, and getting what you thought was real information out to your supposed handler. Or, even just 1 hour sooner, before you’d been sent to the basement to get files - a task you’d done several times before - except this time, they’d been waiting for you, and with a quick blow to the head, you were out.

Which was why you were back here, strung up in a shipping container, and staring your former tormentor in the eyes as money changed hands behind him, one goon paying off your grinning employer, eyes gleaming as he stared into a duffle bag full of cash.

“Everyone loved hearing about how a pretty little Shield Agent rolled in here and rescued you. Ruined that reputation you worked so hard to build.” Your tormentor reaches out to stroke your face, and you flinch away, only to feel the pull through your shoulders as the chains caught and kept you still. “Made it so much easier to get someone to turn you in. Give you back to me.”

“I thought they brought you all down.” You had heard your mystery rescuer talk about it over comms as he carried you out to where a medical team was waiting, returning to the building as soon as you were with the Doctors.

“They didn't know how big we really are, the reach we have.” His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head to one side. “Their mistake.” You felt a knife press gently against your neck. “Mine was letting you escape, and I assure you, it won’t be one I make again.” You pull your hair free of his grasp, taking the briefest moment to glance at your supposed employer as they took the cash and left without a backwards glance and with it, your hope that you might be freed.

~~~~ 3 weeks later ~~~~

Your head is heavy, static buzzing through it as you hung from your wrists, wait- your arms were down by your sides, no tension stretching your shoulders from above your head. Were you lying on a bed? There was something oddly soft beneath your back. What trick was your tormentor playing on you now?

“Hey Sleeping Beauty, it’s Aquaman, you’re safe.” You feel a calloused hand slide into yours. “You’re in a hospital room, the docs say you had a rough time, but you’ll make a full recovery. Go back to sleep, I’ll be here, nothing will happen to you.” You recognise his voice, your lips twitching upwards, stinging as it pulls at the cuts and bruises that you know cover your face. “Yeah, you’re due more pain meds, the nurse will be by soon.” You want to nod, to respond, to say thanks for rescuing me once more, but you couldn’t, not when you were being dragged back into the sweet release of sleep.

You take a deep breath in, glad to smell something other than the hauntingly clean smell of hospital. Even if it was just the hospital gardens you had escaped to, the nurse gave you permission to leave your room as long as you were in a wheelchair. An order you had obeyed, until you had found a quiet corner of the garden, until you were alone. Your first step up had been shaky, clinging onto the bench you’d decided to use for support. Your next was okay, hands outstretched as you tried to balance on shaky legs that screamed in pain.

“Princess.” You pause as the man you know as Aquaman jogged up to you, he was free of his wetsuit, wearing normal everyday clothes. Black ripped jeans, and a plain lilac shirt covered by a black leather jacket. He lifts his sunglasses when he reaches you, steel blue eyes giving you the once over, lingering on your injuries as he assesses if you should even be out by yourself. “What are you doing?”

“Going for a walk Aquaman, it’s what us surface dwellers do.” You tease, taking another shaky step. He instantly steps closer, one arm wrapping around your waist to support your weight.

“It’s also something you aren’t supposed to do.” He sighs, shaking his head, but moving with you as you continue to take small steps along the path.

“Where were you?” He had promised to not leave your side, and today was the first time you had woken up without him.

“Called up to work for a moment. Sorry Princess.” He sweeps an arm under your legs, scooping you into a bridal hold before you even notice your own legs buckling. “I want you to come work with me. We had a meeting to discuss how we could do it, if you’re willing.” He places you on the bench rather than in the wheelchair, sitting down beside you.

“I don’t need your pity. I’ve been looking after myself my whole life.” You knew you were ruined, if your tormentor had actually spread that you had been rescued by a government agent there was little chance of you ever working again. Not with the crowds of people that would hire someone with your talents. But you didn’t need this... Aquaman offering you a job out of pity.

“I know you have, and it's not pity. It’s my fault- our fault, that this happened. If we had done our jobs properly, if we hadn’t listened to that damned rat.” You reach out to take his hand as it clenches into a fist, his whole body stiffening with anger. “But you’ve been on our radar for a while now, not really in a good way, but you weren’t one of the kill on sight, so... anyway, bosses said yes, they’ll draw up a contract for you to look over and you can decide after that.” A smile tugs at your lips as he rambles, his other hand running through his hair.

“Will your bosses ever trust someone who once worked for the other side?” He barks out a laugh, looking down at you with a knowing smile.

“God I hope so, I was on the kill on sight list. So was my best friend, we’re the top agents now.” He sat down next to you, entangling his fingers through yours. You shift, turning towards him as he does the same. “All I know is I can never bear to see you in another container, strapped up and tortured. I need to know where you are, know you’re safe.” His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, leaning in closer. He moves slowly, giving you a chance to pull away, but you don't, leaning closer as your eyes fall closed. His lips are gentle on yours, brushing past and pausing, another chance for you to pull away, to stop him.

But you don’t, you don’t want to. Your free hand moves to tangle in his shirt, leaning back against the bench as you tug his body to crash against yours, slipping your hand to his waist before it could be trapped in between you two. A smile rests on his lips as they press to yours, it disappears when a gentle pressure on your cheek tilts it, slotting your lips together. Your lips dance, both of you barely pulling away to gasp for air before leaning back into each other.

“Breath Princess.” He pulls away first, despite your hand on his back trying to keep him close. Your lungs screaming for air, forcing you to concede. He chuckles, his forehead rests against yours, thumb stroking your cheek, his chest heaving as much as yours was.

“I guess I should stop calling you Aquaman, and start calling you my knight in shining armour.” You whisper, opening your eyes and looking up at him.

“You can call me whatever you want Princess, but my name is Clint, Clint Barton.” He pulls back slightly, a wide smile on his face. “To be honest, Aquaman is starting to grow on me.” You laugh at the smirk and wink he gives you, before moving your hand to his head and pulling his lips back down to yours. “So does this mean you’ll consider coming to work with me?” He asked, pulling away from your lips.

“I’ll think about it.” He groans and you laugh, you probably would take the job, it wasn’t like there was much of a choice, if your name really was ruined... you’d still need to work, earn money, and to have the government protecting you from the target on the back. But if your name wasn’t ruined, if you still had everything you’d worked for?

Then again, if anyone learnt about your Aquaman you’d be screwed anyway.

The least you could do was look at the contract and consider it.

“Princess.” A hand waves in front of your face, you blink, turning to look at Clint. “I said we should head back up, if you’re ready?” He was offering you his hand, and it was so much more than just an offer of help to return to your hospital room.

You hesitate, looking between him and his hand, wondering if you were really ready for all of this.

But then he smiles at you, eyes dancing with glee and mischief, and you know your answer.

“I swear to God Clint!” You raise your voice, yelling over the gunfire you were somehow surrounded by. You were both on a mission, your first solo mission since you had joined Shield, since you had started dating Clint. A test of how well you could work together in a professional situation. One you know he'd been bugging his bosses for since you started. The chance to be alone with you, away from Headquarters. Clint had tried to take time off, but hadn’t had much luck, always being sent to a new place, a new mission. Between that and the fact you were a new, barely trusted, recruit meant that you didn’t get much alone time yourself.

Here your job was to sow doubt in the minds of the two gangs in the area. Get them working against each other, as well as against themselves. Shield was worried they would combine forces, take over the city, then turn their sites on the entire country, making yet another Mafia-State. Your job was to stop it before it could get that far.

Clint’s job was to have your back from a rooftop far too far away for your liking, but he swore up and down he was good for it, the distance wouldn’t be much of an issue. Stubbornly, he refused to move any closer, so you were forced to deal with it.

Part of the plan had been to shoot a member of the Onyx Tribe in front of the others, blame it on the other gang, the Brotherhood of Shadows. Flames to fuel the fire you were slowly adding gas to, but not yet, things weren’t ready yet. Yes, there were members of the Onyx Tribe watching as you walked into the Brotherhood’s headquarters, you had planned it that way. You had not expected to watch one of their bodies fall as you exited, nor to be forced to run towards the nearest car and duck behind it as bullets started flying. Wishing more than ever that you could have taken a gun in with you, had something to defend yourself with.

“I am in your ear Princess, you don’t need to yell at me.” Comes his quick yet grumpy response, you can hear him shuffling in the background, clearly repositioning himself now that you were caught in the middle of it all.

“The plan was for me to get out before you started the turf war! And-” You look around, you need to get out of here, you weren’t aligned with either side, they both had seen you in each other's headquarters, it was the whole reason you were here. If things were going down, neither side was going to risk life and limb for you.

“I DIDN’T!” You recognise the stress in his voice, hearing more shuffling. “I’m looking, but I can’t find the shooter. You need to get out of there.”

“Where? Nowhere is safe. I step out from behind this car and every bullet will be aimed at me.” You hear a tsk before the line falls silent, letting you concentrate on getting yourself out of there safely.

Your eyes dart everywhere, seeing all the civilians that were cowering for safety, seemingly all too comfortable with what they should do when gunshots rang out. They were all slowly making their way into the nearest buildings, to safety. You needed to do the same, get out of there before you were one of the bodies that dropped.

“There’s a Brotherhood tango, coming up your right hand side, he may not be dangerous. I’m watching.” You turn to face the left, squaring yourself up so that you could dodge out of the way if a gun was aimed at you. If Clint took him out at least you’d have a weapon.

“You okay Sweetheart?” You breathe a sigh of relief as one of the mobsters comes into view, his gun still in hand, but held down by his leg. He offers you a hand up and you take it, standing. “Seems like they sent a couple of thugs to watch you, and didn’t like what they saw.” You force a laugh,

“Thanks for saving me.” You bat your eyes at him, flirting as if he was your hero. He smiles back, listening as the last gun shot rings out, voices yelling to each other instead. Around you, the civilians breathed a sigh of relief, all rushing out of the area before things could get worse.

“Excuse me?” Clint growls in your ear, “he didn’t do anything.” Neither did you Aquaman. You shake your head with a chuckle. It is best to flirt with the brotherhood thug, pretend to be weak and helpless, just caught in the crossfire. As long as the brotherhood doesn't suspect you a ‘traitor’ you would be safe with them.

“Let’s get you inside.” You take a step out from behind the car, back into the open. The thug behind you steps closer, a hand coming to rest on the small of your back. You offer him a smile in response, leaning back towards him. You need him to protect you, he had to believe he was.

“GET DOWN!” You duck as soon as Clint yells at you, feeling a whoosh of air tug at your hair. You twirl back behind the car, turning to see the thug who had come to your rescue laying on the ground, blood seeping from a fresh hole in his torso. The wind must have been a bullet, narrowly missing you.

"Get me out of here!" You hear a dark chuckle from the other end of the line, before the unmistakable sound of a sniper rifle being fired.

“Let me sweep for more. Stay there.” There was no laughter nor joking in his tone anymore, it had gone the moment you both realised you were the target. Something much bigger was at play than just the pair of you getting to spend some time together, while instigating a gang war.

“How did the other Brotherhood members react?” Your fingers were itching to reach out for the gun on the sidewalk, but it was on the other side of the dead man, too far out from your hiding place. You would need the surprise element Clint offered you if you were to have any chance of defending yourself.

“Busy.” Comes the muttered reply in your ear.

“Clint-” You need to know, your life depends on it, but you fall silent as he growls, clearly trying to concentrate.

“Stay low, keep objects on your left, move quickly. I can’t see another sniper, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t. There may also be a ground team. I’ll call for an emergency evac, meet at the rendezvous point.” You waited for him to speak again, shifting your weight from foot to foot, ready to leap at someone before they could get the drop on you.

“Clint I’m unarmed and in the middle of a turf war. I can’t just-” There was no way there isn’t backup on the way. Even if it was just people to collect the bodies of their fellow gang mates. The danger hasn’t passed, even if the bullets stopped flying.

“Then you’ll come to me, and we’ll go together. I’ll cover your retreat to me.” You nod, sticking your hand out to the left, towards the sidewalk, waiting to see if anyone else was going to fire at you. “It’s clear.” You move quickly, staying doubled over as best as you can, pausing only to sweep up the thugs gun, at least now you have a weapon.

The gang members that remain alive call after you as soon as you step out from behind the car, but you ignore them, walking quickly towards the building you know Clint is set up in. The second you are clear of the block you break out into a run. It probably isn’t the smartest idea, but the more space you can put between you and them the better.

“You’re clear so far. I’ll start packing down when you reach the next block. See you soon Princess.” You don’t pause as Clint speaks softly in your ear, nor do you reply, you have to keep going. It was already suspicious enough that you were fleeing the scene of a turf war with a gun in your hand, holding a conversation with someone that isn’t beside you could only make things look even worse for you. The sooner you get to Clint, the better.

You throw yourself through the revolving doors, barely pausing before running up the stairs, straight to the highest floor, where you know Clint would be. Where you had left him a few hours earlier.

“Princess.” Clint breathes a sigh of relief, lowering the gun he had aimed at the door when it opened. You don’t waste any time, crossing the room and leaping into his arms, Clint catches you, wrapping his arms around you to both support your weight and hold you close to him. “I was so worried.” You press your lips to his, tangling a hand through his hair.

“We need to get out of here.” You whisper, moving your forehead to rest against his. His head follows yours, pressing another kiss to your lips.

‘Whoever is after you, I will stop them.” He shifts one hand up to grasp at the back of your head, pulling your lips into another bruising, desperate kiss. “I will protect you.” His breath rolls cross your lips as he whispers.

“I know you will.” You whisper back, unwrapping your legs from around his waist. Clint understood, setting you down before going back to packing up his sniper. It gave you a chance to look around, the room isn’t as you had left it. There was a body on the floor, a man tied up, bound and only just breathing.

“I’m fine Princess, a damn superhero.” Clint catches your gaze, reaching out with one hand to lift your face to his, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“I know, but I’ve got your back too.” You whisper back, only to hear Clint chuckle.

“I know you do Princess.”

You had promised to have his back, to protect him from the people who wanted you dead as well as the people who wanted him gone. The people who slipped through Shields cracks, or those you were assigned to investigate.

But you hadn’t been there. No one had. You and Natasha had been sent on an undercover mission, radio silence with headquarters until your covers were established and it was safe. But they should have broken the rules, should have called you the moment their name came up. They should have never given Barton the case, not without proper backup, without anyone other than you or Natasha. It was personal for him, it always had been.

It was why you were here. Why you and Natasha were both here. The two women Clint Barton loved more than anyone and anything else in the world. The two women who loved him more than anything else in the world.

It had started the second you had checked in, Agent Coulson had cut your handler off with two words that had sickening dread grasping on to your very soul. ‘They have him.’ Natasha needed more than that, but you knew, you knew.

Coulson had given you a last known location, and nothing would stop you from finding him.

Nothing had stopped you from finding him.

The things Shield had taught you meant that you were better, stronger, smarter than you were last time you were in this compound. Places you’d been dragged to while you were drugged and half-conscious were now places you recognised, directing teams with a silent flick of your hand, before it returned to the auto rifle you were carrying.

It meant that things that used to scare you no longer did, taking down everyone and everything that got between you and the man who had saved you so many times before. The man who needed you now.

It wasn’t luck that you ended up here, alone. Everyone else split off at your order to follow down other paths. You knew the chance of Clint being where you sent them was low, but there would be others, information and back up that could be handled by them while you found Clint.

You fire two shots, each hitting the guards standing dead in the chest, ignoring the sound as their bodies slumped to the floor. Blank eyes staring up at you.

You pause in front of the door, the one you knew Clint was behind, the one that had once held you as they shifted between bases. Here, a place you had never been able to name or describe, but now instinctively knew.

You reach out with one hand, keeping the other on the trigger. You only twisted the door a little, enough to open it, before withdrawing your hand. You would need both on the gun if someone else was in there. The second your hand was on the gun you were kicking the door open. Trying to ignore the feeling of dread that was growing stronger and stronger in the pit of your stomach. The part of you that is screaming ’you’re too late’.

Tears welled in your eyes. Clint was alone, the room mostly empty, aside from a table, then him, strung up by his wrists to the ceiling, more chains holding his ankles down to the ground. You could feel the stretch in your own shoulders, as if it were you strung up there once more. The cuts and bruises that litter his bare chest could easily be matched with the scars on yours. The only difference was that unlike you, dehydrated to the point of insanity, he was drenched in water.

“Clint, Clint baby I’m here.” You set the gun down on the table, moving past it to his side. You weren’t strong enough to lift him, not the way he had you. Hopefully, he would have the strength to help you help him.

Your hands went to his face, one slipping down to his neck, checking for a pulse. A sob left your lips when you found one, slow, weak, barely there, but a pulse nonetheless. Your other hand taps on his cheek, an attempt to wake Clint, see some form of life within him.

“I’m going to get your ankles, okay baby?” You speak softly, bending down to unshackle his ankles. You felt his feet twitch, and looked up just in time to see steel blue eyes sliding closed. A sigh of relief left your lips, he was okay, he was awake.

“I thought he was your Aquaman?” You jump, the door to the room slams closed, your gun grabbed off the table and pointed at you as you reach for it. “I told you I wasn’t going to make the mistake of letting you go again. You’ve delayed this long enough.” You raise your hands in the air, knowing it was what he wants from you. A part of you asked how he knew what you had originally called Clint, what you still call him on occasion.

“You’ve got me, let him go.” You know better than to beg, know better than to think it would work, but you had to try. It was your fault Clint was here, strung up in your place. But he couldn’t save you from this, he was right, he had only managed to delay this moment. You always end up back here. In a room like this, helpless and needing rescue.

“You know better than that, if I let him go he’ll just save you again. No, I realised a while ago that I had to take out your guardian angel to get to you. I was hoping you’d both take the bait, but lover boy here came alone. I knew you wouldn’t be too far behind.”

“At least let me help him down, he isn’t conscious-” There was a pause, “You can’t string me up if he’s there.” Hopefully he hadn’t noticed Clint awake, maybe then you could lure him here, a ruse to help get him down, and you up. The two of you should be able to overpower him, all it would take was a brief moment of adrenaline from Clint, one last time he would need to save you, so that you could save him.

“I do like seeing you strung up in front of me.” He kept the gun pointed on you as he moves closer, one hand coming off the gun to tangle in your hair and tug it to one side. It was Clint’s time to act, and he took it, somehow he found the strength to haul his whole body up, wrapping his thighs around your tormentor’s throat and squeezing.

You go for the gun, hands wrapping around the muzzle as shots ring out, you feel the hot metal as it sears into your skin, but no pain comes of it, instead you wrench the weapon out of his grasp and toss it to the side. A hand coming down to your waist and grabbing a knife, plunging it in the chest of the man who was slowly turning blue.

“He’s gone baby.” Clint’s body goes slack at your words, your tormentor falling to the ground, but you pay it no mind, how could you when at the same moment Clint’s eyes roll back in his head. “NO!” You reach out with a hand, only to find it covered in a warm sticky substance. Blood. Clint’s blood.

You scramble to cover the bullet holes in his chest, reaching around the other side only to find matching exit wounds. Three lifting across his chest and two the right, the way the gun had been facing when the trigger had been pulled. You knew you were screaming and crying, words you couldn’t hear falling off your lips.

Natasha was the first to find you, a whole strike team on her heels and medic’s on theirs. It didn’t take them long to cut Clint down, lay him on a stretcher, and start racing him off to the nearest quinjet.

“Go.” Natasha’s voice was the first you heard, her hands guiding yours to the stretcher and making sure you were grasping on to it. The world spins back into focus within the next few seconds.

“We’re losing him!” The medic’s cry grips your heart, they weren’t losing him, you were.

“Clint baby.” You speak softly, ignoring the way blood gargles in his throat as he gasps for air his lungs can’t feel. “We have seen each other through it all. You can’t leave me alone now. I need you.” I will always need you.

“Good job Agent, he’s fighting to hold on.” One of the medic’s encouraged you, making sure that you stayed with them the entire rush through the compound. You reach out, taking one of Clint’s hands in yours, trying to ignore the cold clamminess they emitted.

“He’ll be fine, right?” The medic smiled sadly at you, they couldn’t promise you anything. Not even as you all raced onto the quinjet and took off for the nearest hospital.

“I’ll be okay.” You look down, only to see steel blue eyes looking back up into yours. Clint turning his head and spitting out blood before turning back to you with a soft smile.

“Don’t talk, save your strength.” You scold quickly, leaning closer and pressing a kiss to his forehead. One hand running through his hair, getting the wet strands out of his face. “You owe me a whole lot for saving your arse this time.” A bark of laughter left Clint’s lips, quickly turning into a cough that had you helping him turn for, so he could spit out the blood that came up with it.

“I think you’ll find I saved you Princess.” He forced himself to speak talking, but you could see the toll it was taking on him, his face was growing paler, a sweat breaking out over his body.

“Whatever, Aquaman.” Another sob left your lips as his eyes rolled back in his head, the medic’s forcing you out of the way and yelling something you couldn’t hear, the world falling silent around you.

Bonus Epilogue! Because I couldn’t just leave it there.

“You know, I am a superhero myself now, you don’t have to keep buying merchandise for the pretend ones.” You laugh as Clint comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek.

“I happen to like Aquaman thank you very much.” You reply, gently placing the extremely rare mug back onto your shelf of family treasures.

“Oh, what’s he got that I don’t?” Clint starts to slide his hands away, but you turn to face him, looping yours around his neck.

“Well-” Clint glares as you start to tease him, “He’s got this pretty awesome spouse.” Clint chuckles, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“I know I do. I love you Princess.” He whispers, pulling away only slightly.

“I love you too Aquaman.” You reply, tugging his lips back down to yours.

#star’s hamilfilm lyric challenge #Clint X Reader #5 times he did and the one time she did #mcu fanart #Hawkeye #love story #my writing #unbeta'd

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Honey 3

Author’s Note: The ideas I have for this story are starting to become a little difficult to actualize in a series of one shots so now my story will be a series of interconnected one shots and multi-chapter arcs that lead to Garfield and Raven falling in love. This chapter will be a part of an arc.

You can read Honey 2 here.

When Raven walks into the kitchen to make herself some chai tea she is surprised to see that it is near noon. She woke up early, even earlier than usual. 4am early in fact. When she sat up in her bed, her body felt taut. She was hyper aware of how the ends of her hair were tickling her shoulders. Something had felt threatening about the pitch black darkness of her room. When she left it felt like something was trailing behind her, waiting to grab at her ankles. For the first time since she came to Titan’s Tower, she felt as if she couldn’t have gotten out of her room fast enough. It was only the feel of the morning sunlight on her skin that had soothed her paranoia but the tension in her shoulders was still there.

Raven absently places a tea bag into the hot water in her mug as she questions what could have set her body off. They hadn’t watched any scary movies lately. Sometimes her body feels heavy after healing but she hadn’t been seriously injured in any of the battles they’ve had recently. Aside from last night, she was getting her regular eight hours of sleep. You’re not tired. Raven says to herself, putting the mug to her lips.

She hears someone clear their throat. She shakes the thoughts out of her head and looks at Cyborg who is twirling a whisk enthusiastically and smiling at her in an uncharacteristically goofy manner. He has a chef’s hat on. She raises her eyebrow in question.

“Um?” she asks. When Cyborg doesn’t say anything she speaks again. “Cooking something?”

“Not me,” Cyborg says and suddenly he pulls a dark blue apron from underneath the counter. Raven’s afraid her face is going to freeze with her eyebrow in her hairline. “You’re going to learn how to make waffles.”

“Cybo-” she begins but pauses when she feels his excitement seeping into her bones. “It’s noon,” she says, in a feeble attempt to do this another day.

“Is noon too late for breakfast BB?” Cyborg asks Changeling who she realizes was sitting on the couch in pajama bottoms since she walked in. Changeling doesn’t look up from his game.

“It’s never the wrong time to eat breakfast. The real question though is if it’s ever the right time to eat waffles Raven makes,” Garfield says, facing his video game but peeking towards Raven to catch her reaction. Raven unplugs his console with her powers and snatches the apron from Cyborg.

“Hey!” Garfield grumbles half heartedly, looking as Raven ties the apron around her small waist tightly. “Well I’m clearly going to have to teach you how to make vegan waffles too.”

“Why would I need to learn that?” Raven asked, looking disinterestedly at Garfield over the edge of the recipe Cyborg had given her to skim.

“Aren’t you the one who loves learning new things?” Garfield teases, flicking some flour at her. Raven glares at him, wiping her face with a napkin.

“You’re going to need to put on a shirt,” Raven says, reaching for the flour. Cyborg shakes his head at her and takes the bowl out of her hands.

“Why? Distracting?” Garfield asks, flexing the muscles in his arm. Her eyes linger on his arm. He feels his face heat up.

“It’s either that or a hair net for your chest,” Raven says flatly. Garfield sticks his tongue out at her.

“Women love the chest hair,” Garfield says, running his fingers over his chest. Raven takes another sip from her tea.

“Just like they love the ears?” Raven teases, smirking over the rim of her mug. Garfield wiggles his eyebrows, puts his arms out in front of him and shrugs.

“What can I say? I’m delectable all over.” Raven puts a hand to her ear theatrically.

“You said something about being detestable?” Garfield rolls his eyes and for lack of any retort he dips his fingers in the flour bowl and flicks it at her again.

“Hey, get your germy paws out of my flour bowl!” Cyborg says, holding the flour bowl protectively to his chest.

…

An hour later, Raven is trying not to look too proud as she stands over her own waffles. They’re a little browner than waffles should be but they don’t look alive which is more than she can say for the pancakes she made for the team on her sixteenth birthday. Sometime after the trio started mixing the dry ingredients, Starfire and Nightwing had walked into the kitchen and started helping them cut up some fruit and chocolate for toppings. She almost forgets the nervous thrumming in her body.

Until they’re showered in the red light of the tower’s alarm system.

Nightwing’s lax smile immediately straightens out like a flat sheet of paper as his fingers dance over the large touchscreen in the middle of their common room.

“Reports are of an unidentified being downtown. Definitely not human. Large enough to knock down the abandoned building on 44th street. Three injured and one in critical condition. The attack is coming from the sky so we are dealing with an aerial being. It’s causing fires. Star, you’ll have to be in the forefront. Titans go!”

And together they dash out into the sky. The first thing Raven feels when they are near the scene is a wall of heat. Her eyes water at the thickness of the smoke. Nightwing gives out directions as they fly closer.

“Raven, Changeling, I’m going to need you two to put out the fires. Cyborg try to contain the battle to a three block perimeter. Star, you and I are going to try to take this thing down. Raven, Changeling, try to join us as soon as you can. We don’t know what we’re up against.”

Changeling transforms into an elephant before his feet even touch the ground, going straight to the nearest fire hydrant. Raven blocks out the fire’s sources of oxygen. They get ninety percent of the fire put out before Garfield changes back into human form and sways. He coughs heavily into his arm. He isn’t able to wear the protective masks that Cyborg designed for them when he switches to animal form. Raven looks as the fire department rolls in and flies down to Changeling.

“We’re getting out of here,” she says, putting her arm around him. “They can handle the rest.”

Changeling can’t stop coughing long enough to agree. Raven finds a roof at a reasonable distance from the fire but within the three block radius. The minute her energy dissolves Garfield falls to the ground in a coughing fit. She moves quickly to heal him but he raises an arm.

“I’ll be-” he coughs. “Fine.”

Raven debates whether she should leave Garfield here and join Nightwing and Starfire but she’s afraid he is not assessing his injuries accurately. He lays down on the roof and closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

“Alright this guy’s gotta go. He’s already working his way up to my least favorite villains list,” Garfield says, getting on his feet and swaying a little.

“Garfield, maybe you should stay here.”

“I heal fast Rae, I’ll be-” he coughs, sticking his finger up when he sees she’s about to protest. “Fine Raven. I’ll be fine.”

“You heal faster Garfield. Faster than Nightwing and Cyborg. But you don’t heal fast.”

“Fine, I’ll let you heal me halfway,” Garfield says, shrugging.

“Fine?” Raven growls when she puts her hand on his chest and realizes how much smoke he’s inhaled. She does her best to glare at him without breaking her concentration.

“But am I dead?” Changeling jokes. Raven wonders if she should stop healing him and just strangle him now. In five minutes he’s breathing a little more normally but Raven doesn’t even try to move her hand. Garfield grabs her wrist immediately interrupting her concentration.

“We agreed on half way.”

“You’ll need your energy.”

“So will you. Now let’s go, the team needs us, ” Gar says, shapeshifting into a bird before Raven can stop him.

…

In the past Raven has struggled to discern between her general cynicism and her intuition. But as she approaches the battle all the nervous energy in her consolidates into a certainty that something is not right. She is lost in the clarity of that feeling when she feels fireworks of pain explode at her side as a force rams into her. Her power shoots out blindly in defense but she can’t get a clear image of what she’s up against as they plummet to the ground. She is smacked against the floor with surprising restraint. Raven immediately attempts to gather her wits long enough so that she can phase through the floor until she hears it.

“Hello my sweet Raven,” the voice sounds saccharine as it practically sings into Raven’s face. She’s frozen.

“Malchior? That’s impossible,” she mumbles, the curse she put on him ringing over and over in her mind. It was a solid curse. He was trapped in a book. In her room. If he was out that could only mean... Raven feels heat bubble up in her stomach and shoot up her throat. She was going to be sick.

Someone had been in her room.

“Surely you can understand that there are things beyond your understanding. Just remember all of the things I taught you,” he says. His red eyes look as if they are twinkling as a huge claw runs down the side of her cheek. Raven moves her face away instantly. Malchior tightens his hold on her waist. Raven tries frantically to conjure up any of her power.

“Or do you only like to remember the things we did in this form.”

And suddenly Raven feels his heavyweight transform into something more supportable. He was back in the form he originally took when he toyed with her six years ago.

“How did you-” Raven struggles against the grip he’s placed on her wrists and legs. Surely she can bring up enough energy to displace a man who weighs 160 pounds.

“Did you tell your friends about everything we did locked in your room? In the dark of night,” Malchior leers, voice dripping with honey. He grips her wrists with one hand as the other inches up the curve of her ribs. Her eyes darken.

“Get the fuck off of me,” she says and propels him into the air just in time for Changeling to ram into his side as a rhinoceros.

“Friend Raven!” Starfire says as she zooms over to her friend and helps her to her feet.

“How did he get out of the book?” Nightwing asks when he lands next to Starfire.

“I don’t know,” Raven mumbles, looking with wide eyes as Garfield engages with the dragon in dinosaur form.

“How will we get him back in?” Starfire says, her arm protectively wrapped around Raven’s waist. Raven also doesn’t know the answer to that. She’s afraid whatever answer she gives will come out of her mouth with the mug of tea she had for breakfast.

So she doesn’t say anything.

#bbrae #bbraefanfic

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dzifasblog · 3 years

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Chapter 3

Word Count:900

https://dzifasblog.tumblr.com/post/656153095221477376/chapter-2

Amelia, just as expected, came as soon as siesta period was over. She looked so excited, and I could hardly blame her.

She had been eager to finally flex her director work on something major for her college application, and shooting the video for the school's cheerleading squad would be a good stepping stone to filming for the varsity teams.

"Gosh, I am so excited! If this goes well I might actually shoot for the hockey team pr maybe....even the football team" she gasped, shutting her mouth with her hand as soon as the words came out. "I don't want to jinx it."

I wanted to roll my eyes at her antics, but I knew this was very important to her. It was the only thing that stood between her and a smooth sailing into filming school. That was why I couldn't bring myself to call Magdeline out on insincerity earlier, Amelia needed this, and I was not about to ruin it for her.

It was also the reason I walked to Amelia's house and back. Well, I also wanted to get away from Magdeline and her laser eyes that always seem to hold me in place. But a bigger part of it was helping Amelia get over her anxiety on our way here.

I walked into the room with Amelia behind me, Magdeline and Mimi Sanchez (head cheerleader) were engaged in a heated debate. Which probably started as soon as I went to collect Amelia from her dorm. The two girls cut their conversation as soon as they saw us. Magdeline flashed a dazzling smile our way;

"Amelia, we are so glad you could make it." She practically cooed.

Such a charmer.

Not!

Amelia beamed at them. "Yep, I got everything here." She patted her side bag.

"That's great! Well, I'll be leaving now. Got to hit the books." Tossing her bag on her shoulder, she started making her way towards the door which we were standing in front of.

I was content with ignoring her till she left, but I didn't have that privilege. She brushed her entire body against mine on her way out. Leaving with nothing but the scent of her floral perfume stuck in my mind.

As it turns out, Amelia didn't really need to do any shooting today. She and Mimi hashed out a schedule and their goals for the project. All of which took about 40 minutes.

Amelia left, she had to send the camera's back to the AV room. With nothing left to do, I pulled out the Jackie Collins book from my bag and lay on my bed to read. About 10 pages in, Mimi got up announcing she had a cheer meeting. Leaving me to my own devices.

I tried going back to the book, but my mind was suddenly plagued with thoughts of Magdeline. I didn't think she would want much to do with me after that night, but I was wrong. There was also the issue of me not being gay, or at least not knowing I was gay. I had a whole boyfriend, for Christ’s sake.

It's not like he ever satisfied you. My traitorous brain was right, Lance sweet as he is had never brought me anywhere close to a climax, but that doesn't mean he deserved to be cheated on. I had to put a pin into this entire Magdeline business, there wasn't going to be a next time.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Speak of the devil. I was so deep in my musings that I hadn't heard the door open. Magdaline's eyes darkened as she looked my entire body over. Her gaze making me feel hot in ways I definitely shouldn't.

"Back from the library so soon?" I said, trying not to clench my thighs together.

"It got boring," she said, sliding beside me. My nostrils were attacked by her floral scent, and it had my resolve weakening. "I figured there were much more interesting things to do here." Her voice was so husky, and she was so close to me. Steeling my resolve, I sat up in the bed to put some space between our faces.

"Magdeline, we need to talk." I almost cringed at the desperation in my voice, but I knew it needed to be done. "I have a boyfriend."

I wasn't sure what reaction I was expecting from her, but a laugh wasn't one of them. I'm not sure what, but it annoyed me. "What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry, but I really do not care about that," she got out between laughs.

"But I do, what I did last night was wrong, and I feel bad." My outburst seemed to have sobered her up.

"Look, I like you, but I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want. It's not me." She sat up and turned my head to look at her. "Just say the word and I will never bring it up again."

"And you'll leave me?"

"I was never holding you," she said with her eyebrows raised. "We can be friends. That cool?"

"Yeah, friends is cool." I say with relief. We can be friends and I will still keep my boyfriend and everything would go back to normal.

A part of me knew things would not be normal after this, but I just squished it and reached out to hug Magdeline.

#started writing a book like that on wattpad #black women #my writing #rejects poetry #i love them #wlwsource #wlw yearning #wlw post #wlw ship #lgbtq #take a chance on me #take a look its in a book #exerpts from a book i'll never write

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border-spam · 4 years

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Leech Lord short: Smile

Late COV:

Troy would rather be anywhere than here right now he figured, rolling exhausted eyes as Mouthpiece's crackling drone blanketed the hall of worship.

He could be working. He could be doing something useful like maybe having a wank in his quarters, or playing Truxican Roulette. Blowing his brains out sounded like a treat honestly, anything other than sitting here like a propped up figurehead next to his sister's empty seat, stuffed into this packed banquet hall and surrounded by what he could only politely describe as "rancid assholes".

Bar JK and Eli, of course.

They were the only real reason he was attending honestly, he could have come up with the same kind of excuse Tyreen had and bailed. It was easy enough to bullshit up some "Deity business" and skip one of these mind numbing ceremonies, but this was in honor of the media department's latest branding push success and as much as Troy knew he was anything but what could be considered a good friend... leaving two of his last remaining confidants to face the night alone was too much of a dick move even for him.

He fidgeted against the throne behind him as the speech continued, trying to shift a particularly stubborn underwire from where it poked into the small of his back. It wasn’t fair, Ty should be here too if he had to be, jammed into uncomfortable ceremonial wear just like what he was currently dealing with. As if he wasn’t in a foul enough mood already without needing to puff the feathers that crowned his collar out of the side of his eyes every few minutes, and the accessories? Man.

Her makeup and costume team needed to tone this shit down. He understood their goal was to make the twins “look the part” for these kinds of events, but he was pretty sure at least 2 ropes of gold chain were mashed somewhere under his breastplate already and peeling them out of indents in his clammy skin later was just another little joy to look forward to once this bullshit was over.

Father Troy was fairly certain that wasn’t something actual God’s had to deal with.

He could just about make out Eli's beaming grin through the incense smoke if he squinted across the room, stood proud if slightly crooked next to Mouthpiece with the rest of the broadcast team at the end of the massive banquet table as his Saint praised their excellent performance this quarter. Good. He deserved it. He worked harder than most people Troy had come across in that department and with almost irrepressible drive, despite the limitations of his health. It was something that had twinged in his guts about Eli almost from the day he'd first come face to face with the man penned 50 times throughout Ven's contract, something he understood better than he'd ever feel comfortable enough to really admit. He got it, and that's why he was here right now, even if Eli may not even notice Troy had shown up.

He huffed a sigh, pressing his cheek harder into the cybernetic's palm as he braced it on the edge of the tablet in front of him, slumping forward to take some weight off his twitching back. Jk was unmoving to his left, sitting stoic as always, a gentle reassurance mirrored in their crossed arms and stiff body language that they were hating this about as much as he was - or at least he hoped that's what they were hating. They had been silent since before the ceremony started, taking their seat behind the heavy golden alter table the twin thrones and Saint's decorated chairs surrounded.

Jak-Knife had snapped at him yesterday, again.

It had been his fault, a clumsily growled insult towards the Vanguard that had dripped from his mouth before he'd caught it. That was happening a lot recently, and Troy had noticed even if others might think he was ignorant of the decline. Saying things he didn't mean, feeling the words coat themselves in venom soon as they slipped across his traitorous tongue, hurting people when he didn't want to...

He glanced around the heaving room, braziers filling the stone hall with dancing warm light glinting off the frescos and stained glass. The lower tables were crammed with worshippers and clergy, none of which were listening to the speech that should have ended an hour ago either. Mouthpiece's sermon was nearly entirely drowned out by the chuckles of laughter and animated discussions the gathered masses filled the halls with as they ate. It was almost welcoming, like a real family in its warmth and not the waiting steel trapjaws of the "belonging” the COV promised, but Troy saw the empty spaces.

There were too many empty seats around his throne he'd rather be filled right now.

God.. he was so tired.

Deciding JK did in fact hate him and attempting to prompt a conversation would only make things worse, he reached into his coat pocket with his left hand and slid his E-Dev across his lap, glancing down to check in on updates from the relative privacy of the table edge's shadow.

460 new message since this morning.

Fuck.

Troy screwed his eyes closed and held his breath, wincing subtly at the burn in his chest. He didn't have the energy for this, mental or physical. The ceremony had hours before it ended and Tyreen had promised him she'd handle the backend of the management tasks while he was here. She'd promised when he’d agreed to fill in for her and attend this despite only just being back from the Eridium Tier meet’n’greet on Demophon. She’d begged and pleaded with him, and when he’d accepted reassured over and over that it wouldn’t be an issue, she’d take care of everything and he could zone out till it was over... and he’d believed her. Fucking idiot he thought to himself, exhausted eyes merging the numbers together as he scrolled downwards to the priority tab.

8 messages - All from *Ven*

He sighed out raggedly, feeling JK shift next to him in response. Aware, but polite enough to not draw attention to his discomfort, a subtle gesture of support even if they weren't in the mood to waste words on him.

Flicking his eyes around the hall again and noting no one was paying attention to the quiet King, he swiped his thumb across the notification alert and began to shift through Ven's messages.

He wanted to burst into laughter about half as much as he wanted to sob, and he closed his eyes, slipping the index finger of his prosthetic over the bridge of his nose to press in and pinch. The E-Dev hummed a quick vibration against his lap as it registered the command to delete the messages, and he let out a shaky breath, the pulse of his heartbeat in his ears drowning out the collected chatter of the hall.

He wanted to go home.

He wanted to just.. pick up Eli, toss JK over his shoulder, ping Ven, and drag Tyreen into a pile in Sanctum, then blast off Pandora and go find Seifa. Go back to before all this shit. Go back to not feeling a friend's fury on his left and his sister's empty seat on his right. Go back to Ven's laughter being easy and Eli not looking at him with some mix of pity and fear. Go back to Sei liking him and having a twin who cared if he was alive.

No Gods, no 3 hour long wankpile speech being given by a masked asshole he couldn't stand but had to attend, go home... take them all to Nekrotafeyo and be happy.

Troy jumped out of his reverie at the touch to his leg, snapping sideways to come face to face with Jak-Knife's mask leaning towards him in concern.

He gambled a slight smile in response and felt a wave of relief at their subtle nod, then returned to stare forwards at the plated food cooling in front of him as they did the same, though neither had so much as touched their meals. Everyone else was enjoying the banquet it seemed, bar JK and himself. Them clearly not in the mood to eat, and he not sure his body would stomach it right now. His shoulders drooped as he leaned harder on the table.

At least the slums wouldn't go hungry tonight.

JK turned in his peripheral vision, twisting towards the tinkling sound of a drinks tray being offered by an acolyte, and he watched quietly from the corner of his eye as they reached for a goblet filled with a rich merlot next to a purp-

"Jak-Knife!!"

His voice cracked and they paused, hand on the glass as they turned to meet his eyes with their lenses. He flinched, clearing his throat in an attempt to redeem some of his damaged ego as the woman serving them's eyes lit with stifled mirth.

"The uh.. the purple one. Take that instead. It's better."

JK's hand moved without them looking back, still staring directly at him as their fingers closed around the other drink. They nodded gently to the server as they brought the glass forward and onto the table in front of them, eying it suspiciously.

"What is it...?" they grumbled through the respirator, quiet enough to be just for his ears.

Troy felt his confidence deflate again, slumping down a little in his seat despite still being a head taller than them.

"I don't know. V-Ven said it was good, I think. I can't eat right now b-but Ven said, V-Ven said.."

JK waved him off with a subtle hand movement, lifting their mask to tip the glass between their lips and sipping far more delicately than could be expected from a mouth so rough.

They paused, and for just a second dread spiked into his stomach. A sudden, gut gripping fear that he'd made a horrific mistake and something had just gone terribly wrong, till he noticed the excited bounce of their knees under the edge of the table, and the telltale flexing of their hand that he'd learned over the years meant JK was about to burst.

"Cactusberry!" they hissed, turning rapidly to him and nearly spilling the drink clutched like a treasure to their chest.

"That's cactusberry Troy! Wine? Wine I think?" the crackle of the mask's filter made it sound like they'd hiccuped in excitement mid-word, and he couldn't help the smile that bloomed across his face, all teeth and crookedness.

They moved closer, shoulder pressing against his arm as they gestured for him to lean down and lower his ear closer to their mask.

"Did I ever tell you about the time me an' my friend found a whole patch o' cactusberry in fruit out in the salt flats? With the Skags? And the missing eye??"

Troy shook his head with a husky laugh, eagerly leaning closer as the words they stumbled over in hurried enthusiasm drowned out Mouthpiece's bullshit and the mind-numbingly empty conversations of the heaving masses around them.

He didn't care that their grip on his leg was getting painful, the night was finally looking up.

Ven/Eli belongs to @hieroglyphix and JK belongs to @godkingsanointed . Weird note, I wrote this days before the Krieg DLC, so that whole Skag / Eye story was fuckin weird when I got to it.

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #bl3 #troy calypso #tyreen calypso #calypso twins #seifa #jak-knife #ven #leech lord #my hcs #my writing #lldrabbles

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hey-hamlet · 4 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : Darker Stains

Also on AO3

TL;DR:

Being a villain might run in Izuku's family, but that doesn't mean he needs to be the same type of villain as his dad. After all, the world doesn't need another All for One.

But I could do with another Stain.

AKA: Izuku, stubbornly follows Stain around until the guy warms up to him, all while he slowly poisons his gen ed class against the concept of heroes. Iida is stuck in the middle of all of this and finding himself begrudgingly agreeing with the kid who seems too sweet to be a villain.

Basically, deku is stain's apprentice

Ok less apprentice, more like "kid he cant get rid of"

izuku has afo and is sensei's kid and its kinda been his mission to get stain onside, but he just kinda started staning stain

so he said "love u dad but can i just like, follow this guy" and his dad said "you know what, its good to broaden your villainous horizons" So he makes a deal w stain: the heroes don't have to die, but izuku will take their quirks from them

in this AU izuku can "borrow" a quirk pretty quickly but needs a solid minute of contact to fully take it

izuku goes to ua, hes a gen. ed. student! he's there to get connections/blackmail but he only shows up around 3 days a week because of "family matters" but he’s holding great grades so they haven’t pushed too hard about his attendance. the only quirk izuku is listed as having is minor telekinesis, its all he uses in school but he gets pretty far in the sports festival, all the way to the tournament but has to forfeit his match because he needs to do something

(it was against bakugo. he honestly could have fought it but bakugo would be way angrier not being allowed to fight him so he left a little early)

so bakugo has always been kinda,,, scared of izuku. he lives w his dad, his mum lives in europe or something, bakugo isn't sure (afo told her it'd be safer for her to leave the country because all might vs him would be dangerous. She agreed but asked that he A, look after izuku and B, she be allowed to give her quirk to him as a gift to keep him safe. its izukus favorite quirk) and izuku has always let off a creepy aura. he had a "weak" quirk but did a lot of unexplained things, was too smart etc and his dad was creepy as all hell

bakugo would never admit it, but he was kinda glad he didnt have to fight izuku

Iida doesn’t get the call from his mum until later so he gets his medal and everything.

turns out? tensei was stopped by the hero killers, they don't "kill" people but they do kill heroes, tensei fought, lost and lost his quirk

so everything happens as in canon up till hosu (mirio has ofa) so izuku knows iida a little, was on his team with todoroki (replaced kami, his quirk was great for grabbing headbands). He actually picked iida's team because he wanted to know more about him before they took on ingenium

he wasnt 100% onboard with the removal of ingenium because he wasn't all that bad but he wasn't perfect for stains ideology because he was pretty profit-focused, had no other heroes on team but loads of sidekicks who make lower rates than heroes and give his agency a funding boost and was from a Hero Family so it wasn't super likely he wanted to be a hero just to save people

but he was a nice guy and put his life on the line for people so izuku thought he was pretty ok but stain was sticking to his guns and izuku didn't want the guy dead,,, so he said sure. so, izuku kinda,,, knows iida is going to come after stain. he saw all the people who put in internship forms, he saw where iida put down and put 2 and 2 together. but, thing is? he really likes iida! every time he's met iida the guy has been super nice to him, if a little uptight. during the cavalry battle he even took a hit for izuku he didn’t need to and izuku liked that so he’s trying to steer stain away from where he knows iida is probably going to end up because fuck endeavour and he's in Hosu

(plus izuku wants that sweet sweet fire quirk because he's not allowed to take dabi's)

also: relevant but only just, izuku has a really cutesy villain costume and isn't linked to the hero killer (like, think bunny poncho)

so izuku is wandering around, trying to work out how to lure endeavour into a dark alley and not having much luck because the nomu are L o u d and he ends up getting pushed to the ground and trampled in a person stampede

which he's a little salty about! but, iida, a knight in shining armour, stops his search for the hero killer to help izuku up and ask if hes ok and izuku blushes despite himself because even tho hes trying to steal the number 2 heroes quirk hes a big fan of heroes and iida? pushing all the heroic buttons

so yada yada, stain ends up taking native because endeavour wasnt leaving the crowds and izuku goes over to take the quirk for him and iida shows up

He steps between izuku and stain (assuming stain ment to hurt izuku) and says hes going to get revenge for his brother

and stain just fucking,,, sighs because he can see izuku's blush from here and the kid is all starry eyed over baby ingenium but like, the kid is vengeance-y and that’s not great for a hero, so he thinks the least he can do is rough him up a bit to teach him what a hero should be doing, because he’s trying to make a point more than anything he doesn’t use his quirk yet and tries to explain his point to iida

izuku is sitting off to the side with native and just watching this go down (he,,, may also be stealing native's quirk,, because fuck that guy but thats not the point)

anyway, iida is losing, and pretty badly too because the kid is angry and alone. izuku has finished taking native's quirk, who still hasn’t realized because hes stupid so he hauls iida over his shoulder from where hes a little concussed on the ground and runs off with him, leaving stain to sigh because what has his life come to

izuku talks to iida about stains ideas while patching him up, admitting that he thinks iida's brother was actually a pretty good hero and that stains a little strict. iida cant help but understand stains way of thinking, even though hes mad at himself about it. he tries to ask izuku what he was doing but he just gets shushed

izuku kinda dumps iida on todoroki and runs

(todoroki swears there was something familiar about the rabbit costumed kid)

so, izuku like comes up to iida during school, says he heard ab. stain and that it was really impressive that he did all that yadda yadda, and then leaves, 20 minutes later todoroki sees iida trying to flex his arms and grimacing. iida admits his arms are a little sore but its nbd

during hero training iida collapses a little and ochako runs over, hes trying not to scream because his arms hurt so bad.

he heads to recovery girl and hes? ok? but now also got engines where his brother did? and todoroki and ochako are so lost. todoroki turns to iida and says "i know this is off topic, but didnt your involvement with stain get suppressed from the media?" and iida freezes

iida trying to find this gen ed student but he doesnt really remember izukus name. hes just "green boy w minor telekinesis who knew too much"

i want izuku ducking behind his bestie shinso to hide from the big bad hero student. shinso is ready to throw down for izuku honestly. izuku confided in shinso ab. his villainous quirk and shinso is honestly shaping up to be his righthand man. together they'll show the world what heroes should really be, by tearing the system to shreds

iida is trying to find "green boy". short skinny green boy who hides behind his tall angry friend and is only on campus like, half the week.

needless to say iida is having some trouble

so iida, honestly losing faith in heroics (in this au, todoroki told iida about the quirk marriage) goes looking for stain

iida: “where is izuku”

everyone in gen ed: 💪🏽👁👄👁👊🏽

iida, now in tears: “what are you say i ng”

basically in this au izuku has managed to poison the gen ed. kids against heroics. some of them cant stand their teachers anymore, none of them want to transfer, they fake gag when they see the heroics students and some of them have even dropped out but no one suspects izuku because the kid loves heroes!!!

mic is his homeroom teacher

ooooOOOH TRAITOR MIC TOO

so mic is also the traitor

but hes like,, stupidly in love with aizawa and izuku kinda loves eraserhead so izuku makes his dad promise to not hurt 1a/aizawa so in this au? aizawa doesn't get smashed by the nomu. aizawa was trapped by stains quirk so the guy has tr a u m a but he's not in pain. afo is honestly trying to kill allmight but izuku likes all might so they fight about it but like, a soft fight? and it's disturbing even shigiraki because you should not be lightly bickering over the life of a man

shigaraki s in the corner tears in his eyes because izuku just gave afo permission to “lightly maim him” like goddamn kid what’s wrong with u

stain runs into iida and he's like "god please i dont wanna fight you again the boss' kid will cry" and iida is like ",,, so tell me about izuku" and stain fucking glares at him w such intensity iida is both 1, sure he's correct 2, scared for his life

so stain calls kurogiri and throws iida into the bar and izuku jumps like, 6 feet in the air like a cat and is clinging to the roof but he calms the fuck down and iida is so shook that the only thing he can think to say is ",,, we are too young to be in a bar"

and izuku busts a gut and hes like, crying laughing "you're right we are way too young, why don't we go to another room?" dabi wolf whistles, then has to dodge izuku's now flying milkshake iida n izuku just chat! n iida is a little creeped? because izuku is charismatic and charming and iida agrees with him 100% but he shouldn’t be? he should be nervous or angry or at least a little confused but hes just so charming and bubbly its a little odd. honestly, all the stuff izuku pointed out? iida starts to see how bakugo can get away with acting like an ass but shinso can’t even look at someone wrong without getting set upon

iida is making massive leaps in his training because his quirk has doubled in strength! but, it feels like hes stolen something from his brother

but thats not possible, right? you cant give and take quirks.

of course not

...

right?

iida starts wondering what midoriya's quirk really is, exactly. he never named it. just said "i can use telekinesis on light stuff" but, he hung around villains and seemed to be respected by them, without any visible training, weapons or strength

and shinso, when prompted, said he empathised with midoriya, which iida thought was an odd word choice?

anyway, iida doesnt feel great during hero training. all might's villain costume feels almost offensive? and the profiling aizawa has them do feels wrong, like making assumptions based off the quirk, not the person. it just feels gross and wrong and he's starting to feel really conflicted. because stain hurt people. izuku hurt people.

but he agrees with them

#bnha au #darker stains au #Iida Tenya #tenya #midoriya izuku #izuku #stain #midoriya #iida #villain deku

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Cry baby and Pee pants, part 1 (Digimon)

Matt cussed loud and long as he searched though his locker and the dressing room for the 5th time. The young blond had been trying out for a band, hoping to launch his music carer after more or less calling it quits as a digi destined, after barely keeping Tokyo from being blown up by a rouge digimon. This was actually his 6th audition, his young age and well, not exactly stellar skills on the guitar meant that he was told thanks for trying out, but he wasn't right for any of the bands till now. The leaping lizards had gushed over the raw talent being there, and had welcomed him on board, even pouring him a couple drinks of sake despite him being underage to celebrate. The last thing Matt recalled before waking up five hours later was them laughing at how stupid he was and.. Giving up the search, he had to finally admit the truth. they hadn't ever been serious about their offer to join the band and had just wanted to steal his guitar, a newer model and worth at least 300 bucks even being pawned. 'I suppose I should feel lucky I woke up with both kidneys.' Matt thought to himself. 'But how the fuck am I suppose to try out for the lone wolfs in two days with no instrument?' There was NO way he'd be able to get his parents to get him anther guitar, he'd had to basically break out the water works and plead on his knees for a month to get the last one. His antics had earned him the nick name of cry baby around both his dad's house and his mom's, and TK still wasn't letting it go and would ask if baby wanted his ba-ba. That left asking the others for a few loans, and most of them weren't too pleased he'd given up the hero game for fortune. Joe was blowing all his money on his studies anyways, Izzy on computer junk.. Sora and Mimi had been giving him the cold shoulder and he knew neither Kari nor TK would have the cash. '...I wonder if Tai's still hella gay?' Matt though, a Cheshire grin coming across his face. the always needy boy kisser had been good for getting a few video games before and junk, it was like 20 minutes of gay stuff like smooching and cuddling and then a little shopping spree AND Tai had just come into a fat wad of cash after a uncle that adored him had left him a big hefty inheritance. 'I can gay out for like, a hour for this.' Matt thought and getting his bag (and of course finding his wallet dry) he headed towards home, thinking about getting a even better guitar then before.

Tai was shocked when Matt called him the next morning, asking if he could meet up. After Matt had ditched the team only Tai and TK made any real efforts to hang with him, and TK only because they were brothers. In truth Izzy was giving Tai a hard time about it, but since Izzy was being a little bitch about a lot of things lately Tai just ignored his on and off again boyfriend. 'I mean, I was willing to get him that new computer he wanted and he couldn't rock a pamper butt for me? RUDE!' Tai thought and huffed. It was Tai's new fetish, and one he'd discovered by mistake when googling more on that Willis kid and finding out the little cutie had a website set up to show him modeling in diapers. Naturally seeing that Tai had begged and pleaded with Izzy to try out diapers but apparently Izzy had been a late bloomer and had only recently gotten out of daytime diapers before their whole adventure started. Naturally this had only made Tai wanna diaper him more, but again, Izzy was being a little pecker head about it. (at least from Tai's point of view.) 'heh. if Matt is expecting a little shopping spree today..he's in for a surprise. the boy is gonna earn it.' Tai thought, and went and checked on the supplies he kept under his bed on the off chance he lucked into a diaper boy. there they were, 2 packs of the diaper brand Willis recommended on his site, nice and thick, and a few onesies along with a changing pad and pacifiers and a baby bottle. 'Oh yeah..come onnn Matt..be desperate for money~'

Matt made sure to wear a nice tight sleeveless top and a pair of tight jeans (So tight he'd needed TK's help getting into them.) and made sure to spike his hair just the way that Tai liked it. TK wasn't dumb though, and knew what Matt was doing. "Looking good for your sugar daddy Cry baby." He teased and winked. "Your lucky Tai's expecting me, or I'd give you the noogie to end all noogies." Matt said, raising a eyebrow. it was just the two of them at their mothers apartment at the moment and TK used to know better then to push his luck when it was just them. "Mmhhhhmm.. your dadddy calls and cry baby Matt comes running. maybe HE'S gonna give ya yer ba-ba~" TK giggled. the giggles died off as TK saw the look on Matt's face, and when their mom would get back she'd find TK hanging by his undies from a nail on the wall. "...pushed cry baby too far again huh?" she asked, smirking and taking off her jacket. "Y-Yeah..uh..a little help?"TK squeaked. "Righttt after I put the groceries away.. think of this as time to reflect on watching your mouth." mom said and walked away. "B-But my undies are so far up my crack i can taste themmm!" TK whined. "then I don't need to worry about lunch." came the reply. "...Funny fucker aren't you." TK huffed under his breath, crossing his arms. "I hear that!"

Making his way to Tai's Matt got more then a few looks from both guys and girls, and likewise, a few wolf whistles. He ignored them for the most part, but had a smirk on his face knowing just how sexy he looked and soon was knocking on Tai's door. Tai gave him a once over as he opened the door and Matt smirked, he was almost drooling. "So, Like what you see?" Matt asked, and flexed a arm. "heh, Oh yeah. so gonna stand out there and look hot, or come inside and tell me what you want?" Tai asked, standing aside and gesturing into the apartment. "Don' worry, Kari had a school thing out of town and mom and dad are with her.I have you allll to myself." Tai added, slapping Matt's ass as he walked past, making Matt yelp and blush. Still, Matt knew what was expected of him for the most part and just flashed Tai a grin and blew a kiss. 'fucking bastard! he knows i hate spanking stuff!' Matt fumed. Matt went to sit down on the couch by Tai had closed the door and taken a seat in a arm chair, then patted his lap. '..He's totally getting me the latest guitar if he keeps this shit up.' Matt fumed, but walked over and sat on Tai's lap,putting his arms around the bigger boy. Matt might of been taller, but with all the sports that Tai played he had a bulked up look and was pound for pound much stronger. "So, You normally only get THIS dressed up if you want something, so what's my little Mattie need?" Tai asked, cradling Matt in a way that Matt recognized as using back when TK was toddler. "I..I uh..I have a band audition coming up..but some jerk's stole my guitar..and um.." Matt swallowed and then batted his eyes at Tai. "I was wondering, hoping if maybe you'd get me a new one.I've been practicing my kissing and we can cuddle and stuff for like, 2 hours even!" "heh. Well that IS a tempting offer. doubly so when your cute ass is in my lap. but I have a boyfriend if I just wanted to make out with a cutie. and Izzy is willing to go all the way." Tai chuckled. "O-Oh..but..I uh..I'm not..you...know..I'm.." Matt stammered. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna make you suck dick or take it up the poop chute. and I WILL get you whatever kinda guitar you want for your silly little audition which by the way is when?" Tai asked, kissing Matt's forehead and making alarm bells go off in the blond mind. "I-It's tomorrow at 3 pm sharp. And..what do you want then?" Matt asked, a nervous twitch to his voice. "Oh nothing too much. something really easy actually." Tai said and smiled. 'Bullshit' Matt thought but kept the smile on his face. "and that is?..." "For every say.. 20 dollars I spend on your little guitar I get one hour with you being my darling little diaper boy." "..What?!"

Tai smirked as he got ready to put Matt back into padding. the blond was looking huffy as fuck, but was keeping his mouth shut all the same, likely trying not to blow his semi good deal. Tai of course fully understood WHY Matt wouldn't be happy with the deal, but couldn't help but tease the impending little uy a little bit. "Awww come on widdle Mattie, can't you give daddy a smile? Your making daddy think you don't wanna do our widdle deal." He he teased, reaching over and tickling mat''s chin while the blond sat cross legged next to him. "...Your a sick man, you know that?" Matt asked, but he was grinning all the same, though whether it was from the chin tickles or humoring him Tai couldn't be sure. "Flattery will get you everywhere." Tai said with a wink, and as he finished getting the changing pad (with a adorable teddy bear print) set up and the changing supplies ready, he looked over Matt's jeans as he tugged out 3 of the thick puffy diapers. "So, are gonna be able to get out of those by yourself? they almost look spray painted on." Tai asked. "I can totally undress myself!" Matt huffed and stood up, unbuttoning the jeans and sliding his thumbs into the belt loops and tugging. And tugging some more. and then more tugging as they didn't budge. "You were saying?" Tai asked, in a clearly delighted tone. "..Shut up and help me get these things off." Matt huffed.

Matt was crimson after they FINALLY got his jeans off, partly due to the fact it had taken 10 minutes of effort, and well, needing Tai's help to undress. Not helping matters was the fact that Matt had chosen to go commando and well, liked to keep it shaved down there. "Awww somebody was a good boy and knew what was coming and saved daddy some time!" Tai teased. 'oh shut the fuck up!' Matt thought. "Yeah, let's go with that." was his sulky reply. Tai had oddly grabbed a razor blade all the same and cut silts in the back and front of two of the three massive diapers he was planing on putting on Matt, making the blond give his impending 'daddy' a weird look. "It's so when you go tinkle, the wetness is shared and you can go longer in your diapies. Same for when you go boom boom." Tai said cheerfully. THAT had caused the blush to leave Matt's face, at least for a little bit as he paled. "W-Wait.. you mean..you want me to.. uh.. go.." Matt stammered, and the blush returned as he struggled to say the words, then hissed and blew a raspberry. "in my diapers!?!" "..Ok that was hella cute. and Yup, I'm even gonna be nice and let you use them all on your own for today, though if I don't like the results I'm seeing I'll be sure to get you some potty med's to help." Tai said and winked, then patting the changing mat. "come on Little guy, let's get your diapies on and then you can sit in daddies lap while we order you a guitar so you can make music for daddy." "But..I thought we were going and getting one today!" Matt whined. "Oh, does somebody wanna go out shopping in his diapers? So bold!" Tai teased. "NO! I just..uh.." mental images of Matt waddling around in the big bulky diapers, holding Tai's hand and sucking his thumb flooded his mind and he started to squirm lots even as he laid down on the changing pad. "Don't worry. I'll pay for rush delivery. if we get it in town it'll be here by this afternoon. Maybe I'll let my little exhibitionist answer the door." Tai teased, and grabbed the first diaper. '...I could really go for anther glass of sake right now.' Matt thought and lifted up his butt like a good boy.

Back at the apartment TK was having pain fueled day dreams of all the times his undies hadn't of been lodged up his crack and wished his mom would hurry up and come and get him down. Not helping the whole situation was the fact that he had a growing bladder issue and any attempt's to shift around and relive the pressure there only made the undies ride up more. His mom had gone from putting things away to excuse herself to the bathroom, an like she was the worlds greatest comedian she'd told him not to move, and to hang in there. TK had wisely kept his opinions of her humor to himself as he had a sneaking suspicion that his earlier comments had helped extend his wedgie time. Still as the need to tinkle grew more and more TK couldn't keep quiet. "MOMMY! I hafa go pee! if you don't wanna clean up a puddle you needa get me down NOW!" He called. the bathroom door opened and Nancy walked out, smirking. "Why didn't you say something sooner wedgie boy?" she asked, taping a finger on his nose. "...You were just waiting in there!?!" TK shouted and huffed, crossing his arms and glaring. Sadly as his attention was focused on his mom and being mad at her, it was diverted from where it needed to be. "Well you were being a little brat an-" She started, then looked down as a hissing noise was heard and looked at the growing wet patch on the front of TK's undies, and the puddle that was starting to form on the floor. "Really?" "T-This is your fault!" TK huffed even as she grabbed him under the arms and lifted him down, though holding him away from her so she didn't get any pee on her. The flow was weakling and stopping as she got him on his feet, turning him so he could add to the puddle while not standing in it since he was in socks. (not that they weren't already wet) "Mhmm.. Well go and finish in the bathroom and clean up." She said, rolling her eyes then noticed a super guilty look on TK's face. "The..flow DID stop because you got it under control right?" She asked, a smirk tugging on her face. "Er..well..see.." TK said, rubbing the back of his head and chuckling nervously. "Go grab a shower pee pants, and meet mommy in your room. you know the rule for pant's wetters in this house." She said and turned away to go and get the mop and bucket as TK whined. "MOOOM! NOT THE PULL UPS!"

Back at Tai's and Matt was powdered and tapped in his triple thick white diapers, and squirming like crazy as he looked at himself in the mirror. Tai had tugged off his shirt so at the moment Matt was JUST in his white socks and white diapers, and he couldn't even close his legs! and as bad as it looked from the front, once he turned around and looked over his shoulder it was WAY worse in the back! He hadn't of even been able to get to his feet without Tai's help (well, he was gonna use Tai's bed to pull himself up but Tai had insisted daddy was here to help) and to say he was waddling was a massive understatement. "So what do you think little guy?" Tai asked, coming up behind him and making Matt look front ward in the mirror again, kissing Matt's cheek as he patted Matt's fat diapered bottom. "...I feel like I'm gonna knock lamps off of end tables, and there should be a beeping noise when i back up!" Matt whined. "heh, cute idea. I'll see what i can rig up for your next diaper day with daddy." Tai chuckled and kissed Matt's cheek. 'I need to stop giving him ideas.' Matt mentally groaned. "Can I at least put my shirt back on or something? or you have some shorts I can put over these? I wanna try and cover the diapers up!" Matt whined. "oh, You're just in luck little guy! Daddy DOES have something to go over your adorable huggies." Tai said. The old familiar warning bells were going off in Matt's head as Tai went and reached under the bed, and pulled out two onesie's, or as Matt called them, diaper shirts. One was light blue with a yellow trim on the sleeves, neck and leg hole, and had a yellow star on the front, that had a smiling face and said 'daddies little star' under it in yellow text. the second one was a white one with a dinosaur print all over it, and Matt fought the urge to facepalm. 'I really need to start watching my goddamn mouth.' he thought. "So buddy, what do you thin? wanna be my widdle star, or a dino boy?" Tai asked. "Gee, they're BOTH so tempting." Matt said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. If Tai noticed though he didn't show it and just nodded instead. "You're right, I'll pick for you." '...REALLY need to just keep my effing mouth shut!'

In the end Tai went with the little star onesie, though he'd over estimated just how thick he could go and still use them as it was a bit of a fight to get the crotch snaps to close. "I think after we get you your little guitar, we'll go shopping and get more cute outfits for my widdle musician." Tai said. He could tell Matt was less then pleased, but the boy forced a smile on his face and nodded. "whatever you want ta-" he started to say. "ah ah ah, when your butt is in diapers, it's DADDY. Got it?" Tai said, wagging a finger and smirking. "..Yeah OK." Matt replied, rolling his eyes. "yeah OK what?" Tai questioned, the grin getting bigger. "...Yeah OK daddy." Matt said, smiling but clenching his teeth. Tugging Matt over/ helping the padded cutie keep his balance, Tai sat down in his big comfy computer chair and tugged Matt into his lap, giving the big baby's neck a kiss. "Now did you have a certain store in mind, or just want me to google and shop around?" Tai asked.

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gh0stiegirlie · 4 years

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Synopsis: You have been a pro-hero for the past three years, and a damn good one too (although, you don’t think so). When you and Ground Zero are assigned on a stakeout case together to capture a member of the Dark Akumu, which is currently Musutafu's most threatening Villain League, it changes the entire course of your career-- and your life.

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<- pt. 1 pt. 3 ->

You wake up. Go upstairs. You shower, do your morning skincare, brush your teeth. You go downstairs. Turn on the stove. Crack an egg, scramble the egg and eat the egg. The same as always.

Except today, you have something special to look forward to. Something intriguing. Something exciting. Something new!

Your research on Ground Zero last night issued expected results; Bakugou is the same imprudent idiot he’s always been. In a way, it’s comforting, because you know what to expect. But how has he reached the list of top ten heroes with his hasty mannerisms? How will he climb up on that list, let alone remain on it?

You spend the rest of your day checking out your fellow 3-A classmate’s careers. Unsurprisingly, Izuku is currently the number five hero with a heart of gold. Uraraka isn’t in the top ten, but she’s quickly rising to the top fifty. Considering she’s only twenty, that’s a feat. He and Uraraka finally admitted their feelings (you laugh at the image of how awkward it must have been for the two of them. They’ve never been the type to confront and thoroughly manage their emotions) and have been dating for two years, which is adorable. Todorki is approaching the top twenty, with Yaoyurozo, Kirishima, and Kaminari not far behind. Tsuyu is only within the top one hundred, which is discouraging; You know she holds more power than that. But being a hero at sea, she doesn’t receive much notoriety for her deeds.

At 2:30 you’re on your way to the station, your stomach craving the promised spicy food. When you arrive, the station is flooded with civilians. As to not accidentally poison someone, you throw on a hoodie over your shirt and zip up a sweatshirt over that. You squeeze a pair of sweatpants over your leggings, pull up your hood, and walk into the building.

You move with the current of the crowd, though try avoiding contact with anyone by yelling "excuse me," and "sorry!" with every move you make. It’s a relief when you finally reach the conference room at 2:55, feeling comfortable enough to shimmy out of your sweatpants and take off your sweatshirt.

“Y/n! You sure found this place easily through that crowd,” Chief Sheriff Chie notes.

“I followed the scent of this sweet, spicy wasabi.” You eagerly grab a plate of sushi and promptly dip it into a small Wasabi bowl. After taking a satisfying bite, you look back up to Chie. “I’m surprised I made it through there and survived to tell the tale. Why is it so crowded?” You ask before shoving more sushi in your mouth.

“Did you not see the news last night?” she questions, and you shake your head. “Another Dark Akumu attack followed with multiple instances of robberies and looting all over the city.” Chie runs a hand through her thinning hair. Her undereye bags darken and her wrinkles grow more defined with every day that passes. “This is why we need your help, Ether. And Ground Zero--”

Chie is cut off by a crash of the door slamming open. You turn around, and there he is.

Ground Zero. Katsuki Bakugou.

A piece of fish slips out of your gawking mouth, though you quickly pick it up and shove it back in. Ground Zero completely disregards your presence, preferring to take the seat five chairs away from you that's closest to the food. He aggressively grabs a cup of donburi and sprinkles on shichimi togarashi, his biceps subtly flexing with every movement. He leans back into his chair, throws his feet up on the table and sighs dramatically.

“Let’s get this shit over with so I can kick some supervillain ass,” he grumbles before shoving chopsticks of rice in his mouth. Both you and Chie gawk at Ground Zero before meeting eyes with a gulp. Then you take another bite of your sushi as Chie starts the presentation.

She finishes rehashing the information she discussed with both of you yesterday in about a half-hour, which is enough time for you and Ground Zero to devour your meals.

“Now, the goal is for you to capture Youkai. Don’t bother with the other criminal; The Dark Akumu is our top priority. We don’t know when the deal is going to take place, but we do know where.” She clicks her remote, and a picture of the infamously beautiful forest in your area appears; The forest where you and the rest of class 3-A experienced your second villain attack, back when you were class 1-A. “A clearing in the Beasts forest.”

“You two will stakeout until the villains arrive. When you capture Youkai, call me and I’ll immediately alert the police force. Your time starts,” the Sheriff looks at the clock. 4:45. She stares at the two of you with a wide grin that’s hungry for justice. “Now.”

Ground Zero immediately stomps out the door, leaving his mess for you to clean up. Once everything is thrown out and you’ve grabbed your sweatshirt and sweatpants, Chie pulls you to the side.

“You’re an amazing hero, Y/n. And the two will make an amazing team. Don’t doubt yourself, and don’t let emotion cloud your judgment. You can do this.”

When you catch up with Ground Zero he’s leaning against his expensive-ass car, twirling his keys around his pointer finger. Before you so much as open your mouth, he announces you’ll be taking his car. Though you don’t object, as it’s very spacious, making it more than suitable for a nightlong stakeout.

When you climb in shotgun you close the door as gently as you can, as to not piss off the walking bomb you're being forced in a car with for several hours. At the same time, Ground Zero shuts the door with a slam that rattles the entire car. He keeps the radio off but turns on the AC to create white noise. Although, the monotonous buzzing drives you insane.

“Can we turn on the radio or something?!” You moan after only ten minutes into the thirty-minute car ride. Ground Zero shakes his head. You groan and turn to face him.“Please! We have all night to silently bask in the AC, we can at least have some fun now.” He rolls his eyes and picks up his phone to start typing. 1“No texting and driving, Mr. hero.” You tease. He ignores you and passes you his phone with Spotify already open.

“Fine. But my car, my music.” You could live with those terms. “Put on Together PANGEA.”

You type in his band selection and press play before putting the phone in a cup holder. You reluctantly lean deep into your car seat, getting comfortable without letting your guard down.

You expect Ground Zero to be into headbanging, rave rockstar type shit. But surprisingly, you enjoy his indie punk selection. You smile and wiggle your shoulders a bit to the rhythm, and when the song ends, another by the same band follows. You giggle when you notice Ground Zero tapping his fingers against the car wheel to the beat.

You rest your head on the window and gaze into the sunset. Maybe if you and Ground Zero weren’t so rigid and awkward, maybe if you were normal people (or possibly a normal couple), you would enjoy a sunset like this together.

When you arrive at the forest, the car creeps between trees until it reaches a hidden area outside the clearing. At 5:15 Ground Zero brings his car to a halt and turns it off. Music, AC, and all.

The two of you sit in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time. Ground Zero pushes his seat into a lying position and kicks his feet up on the dashboard, engrossed in his phone, while you stiffly remain in your seat beside him. This is the most intimate you have ever been with him. While six years ago you would’ve loved this and taken advantage of it, currently you’re fidgeting with the door handle and staring blankly at your phone. After a few more minutes of this, you decide to put your layers back on. You zip up your sweatshirt and slide on your sweatpants. Though with the AC off, you quickly grow hot. Ground Zero notices the perspiration dripping down your chiseled cheeks and looks at you for the first time in years.

“You don’t have to keep all those layers on, you know. I can handle your quirk,” he comments, flicking his attention between you and his phone.

You don’t look at him, instead choosing to focus on wrapping your sweatpants string around your finger. “I don’t want to take any risks. I’ve involuntarily hurt people before.”

“I secret nitroglycerin sweat, Y/n. I can inhale some of your gas.” he retorts before he pauses. When he realizes what this really is about, he sets down his phone. “Plus, that nerd Deku’s forgiven you by now. And long forgotten about it.”

This is when you turn to Ground Zero in shock. He… remembers that?

“You were so wrapped up in wishing death upon everyone in the class I’m surprised you even remember that.” You admit. You mean for it to come off harsh, but a faint snicker escapes your lips. Ground Zero did spend a lot of time threatening to kill Deku and several other classmates. But he was just being dramatic. (Hopefully)

He laughs menacingly, which you guess is the only way he knows how. Honestly, you’re not sure if he feels any other emotion other than passionate violence. “How could I forget? That all-powerful loser was stuck smooching with recovery girl for a week! I was mad I didn’t do that.”

You gasp, pushing yourself to the edge of the car seat to distance yourself from him. “Why would you want to do that? He was in a coma!” You clear your throat after taking a deep breath. “I put my friend in a coma.” You wrap your arms tightly around yourself to suppress a shutter from the memory. “Because I couldn’t control my quirk.”

“Oh, cut it with the emo crap,” he growls. “Your quirk is strong and he couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Because of my quirk, toxins are constantly leaking out of my body. For combat, I can concentrate the mass of the fumes into certain areas, but no matter what, they’re always oozing into the air. Everywhere.” You stare at your hands, watching them steadily emit a nearly imperceptible gas. But you know it’s there; You know its harmful. You force your hands into fists, keeping the fumes entrapped in your clutches. “I have to protect others from myself. I’m toxic. I can’t hurt another innocent person.” You look up at Ground Zeroes' blurring body. Within seconds, all you can make out is the outline of his grenade gauntlets and signature spiky hair. That’s when you realize you’re tearing up.

“Y/n--” he reaches out to you, but you slap his hand away.

“It’s Ether, Ground Zero. Ether.” You snap, blinking away the tears before they dare spill from your eyes.

All of high school, he never so much as noticed you outside calling you an “extra”. And now he finally wants to address you by your name, like you’re friends. Like he ever treated you with an ounce of damn respect.

No. He’ll call you by your hero name. So he’ll be forced him to refer to you as an equal. He’ll never call you Y/n. Not until he proves he won’t hurt you again; Which he won’t, because this is Bakugou you’re talking about.

“What’s your problem, shitty breath?” he mocks. Even though that was just the cruel nickname he gave you in highschool, you blow into your hand and sniff in the air. Your breath smells fine.

“Who are you calling shitty breath, hothead?! It’s not even clever!” You bicker. “I’m a pro-hero now. We’re not at U.A anymore; You can’t call me shitty names and get away with it.” You squint your eyes at the ‘hero’ and cross your arms. “I won’t let you.”

“Oh, you won’t?” A smirk spreads across his face, and you refuse to let him see how startled you are. Another perk of being a hero; You know when to put on a mask, and how to keep up that facade. “How do you plan on stopping me?” He places his hands behind his head and closes his eyes, maintaining relaxed, poised body language. “If I remember right, you were never able to beat me back at U.A. What makes you think you can now?” When he opens his eyes, fire dances within them. And that’s when you finally understand. Bakugou has learned to control his demeanor to appear composed and carefree. But on the inside, he’s the violently spirited fighter you’ve always known him to be.

Embers that haven’t so much as sparked in a while ignite within you. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Are you challenging me, Bakugou?” You haven’t used his name in so long, and you love the way it feels on your lips.

Bakugou's smirk morphs into a shit-eating grin, but the determination in his eyes frightens you.He’s relentless, and he’ll fight until you drop if it means he wins. And you know its his unbreakable determination that will fuel him till the end.

But you’re ambitious too. Your brain says you can’t beat him, but your heart encourages you to try.

When Ground Zero gets out of the car, you follow.

You won't let him treat you like shit without standing up for yourself.

Never again.

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heartbeatan · 4 years

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Damned Royalty (Chapter 3)

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Chapter 3

Jimin’s smirk widened into a smile, and you were sure he chuckled lightly.

“I don’t know what a brass monkey is,” he replied.

“Well, apparently, it’s crucial to know when you’re getting into the strip club business.”

“Is that the kind of research you came for?”

“That, and to figure out what the heck and Iron X is.”

“Well, what you’ve been told isn’t accurate to run a proper business.”

“What do you see as crucial, then?” you asked as you took another sip of your martini.

“Business is about knowing when to be the good guy and when to be the bad guy. Whose toes to step on and whose to avoid.”

“Mmm,” you nodded, even though you weren’t sure what he was saying.

“How often does one need to be the bad guy?"

“I’d rather not talk about business right now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll get out of your hair then.”

“No, please. I’d much rather you stay. Entertain me for a bit.”

You looked exaggeratingly around the strip club. “Are you not entertained?”

“Not without you.”

You thanked the fates that the club was dimly lit since you were pretty sure you were blushing.

“How can I entertain you, then?” you mentally kicked yourself as you laced your words with a little too much honey.

“How about, you start by telling me a little more about yourself?” You suddenly felt something over your bare thighs. You looked down and saw Jimin’s hand had found its way to your lap. The pads of his fingertips were now languidly dancing across your flesh, creating a wake of goosebumps. Your body stiffened again.

“I… I mean there’s not much to tell…”

“I’m sure that isn’t true,” his hand began to creep higher to the hem of your skirt. You felt your groin begin to tingle as they trailed further north towards it. For a moment, you wanted him to keep going. You watched his face as he did, but then, Jinhyun’s boisterous laughter became painfully audible and you remembered why you couldn’t.

“Please don’t,” you whispered to him, although it wasn’t at all convincing – Jimin’s grin told you as much.

“Why not?”

“Because we work together.”

“Really? Is that all?” he looked past you to your friends partying at the booth. “Or are you afraid of what they’d think?”

“That’s not it,” you snapped, offended by his implication.

“Then what?”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Hmm,” Jimin nodded, his lips curved slightly as if he were about to mock you.

“Hmm, what?”

“I just find it interesting.”

“How?”

“That you haven’t mentioned your boyfriend yet.”

“I…” you began, but you didn’t know what to say. You were caught – even though you didn’t mean to hide it. “I… yes. I have a boyfriend. That’s why.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Umm… seven years.”

“Is it serious?”

“Very.”

“And yet, you didn’t bring him up.”

“That’s not… I wasn’t hiding it.”

“It’s too bad for him.”

“How so?” you furrowed your brow, offended again at the idea he wouldn’t think you were good enough for Jinhyun.

“Cause he’s going to be really jealous when I finally take you to bed.”

Your eyes rounded in shock. What kind of person says such a thing? Didn’t you just explain to him that you were in a loving relationship already?

“Jimin… You won’t be taking me to bed,” your voice raised an octave. This time, you were resolute in your declaration.

“We’ll see about that, princess.”

“Why would you think that of me?”

“Because I don’t think you’re all that of a good girl – and, because I know that you want me too.” As he said it, he dove his hand along the inner of your thigh and up your skirt. Your body – of a will of its own – turned towards him to receive it, and a small moan came from the back of your throat. Lucky for you, it couldn’t be heard over the thumping of the bass from the club music. You quickly found your senses and with a snap of your wrist, you caught his hand and pulled it from within you.

“I… that doesn’t matter,” you fumbled your words. “I don’t want you!”

“Then why are you still sitting here – with me?”

You opened your mouth to shout back at him, but your voice caught in your throat before you could formulate a proper retort. When you couldn’t, you simply scooted yourself from the booth and stood up.

“Well, I’m leaving now. It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Park,” you stuck your hand out formally to shake his, being sure to stand tall and straighten your shoulders.

“Jimin,” he took a hold of your hand and with a small jerk pulled you downwards slightly. “I’m only called Mr. Park in the bedroom.”

Like the cut scene of a movie trailer, an image flashed in your mind. “Mr. Park,” you cried out in your vision, while you laced your fingers through his hair as he ate you out over a bed covered in red silk. Your kegels jolted at the image, and then you were instantly repulsed by yourself for being turned on by such a brash character.

“Ugh!” you scoffed as you shook your hand free and stormed off back to your table.

“Hey, babe,” Jinhyun grinned up at you when you returned. You immediately grabbed his face and leaned in, pulling him in for a deep and sloppy kiss. “What was that for?”

“Let’s get a hotel room tonight,” you tried out your best sultry tone.

“Uh, hell yeah, babe. We’ll go soon.”

“No,” you shook your head. “I want to leave now.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him from the booth.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Jinhyun groaned as he pistoled in and out of you. It had only been a few minutes, but he was already ready to come. “Babe, you feel so good.”

“Not yet,” you pleaded with him. You weren’t ready for the sex to be over yet. It was just starting to feel good. Your body was just starting to warm and a pleasurable tingle behind your navel was beginning to ring.

But Jinhyun didn’t hear you, and with another strangled “ahh!” his hips flexed hard as he drove himself into you and spilled his seed. You clutched at his ass, holding his pelvis tight against yours were it felt good. He jerked again, then again, until you felt his body relax and with an “ugh!” it was over. He pulled himself from you and immediately rolled over onto his side of the bed.

“Oh, baby, that was so good!” he said.

“Mm hm,” you reaffirmed him. He rolled onto his side and began stroking your arm with the back of his hand.

“So, what was it that got you so excited tonight?”

“What do you mean?” you feigned ignorance.

“The impromptu sex. Was it that sexy stripper that got you all hot and bothered?”

No, you thought to yourself. You knew exactly what – or who – it was that got your libido shamefully going.

“I just wanted to spend time with my boyfriend,” you smiled sweetly back at him. “It’s been a while since we were intimate.”

“I love being with you too, sweetie,” he said with a peck to your forehead. Your smile widened. Jinhyun was a sweet boyfriend when he wanted to be. It’s just that you had been together so long that sometimes you forgot about that. He was your first real boyfriend, after all. The first and only man you’d ever slept with. The man you were someday – likely sooner than later – were expected to marry. You rolled over to him and gave him a soft kiss to the lips.

“Thank-you for the lovely evening, Jinhyun,” you said, before curling into his chest as he swung an arm around you.

You were feeling refreshed and revitalized for work on Monday. The morning passed by without and incident, but it was busy as ever as you prepared your team and began researching possibilities for the Park’s endeavours. Sometime after lunch hour, you returned to your office starving and desperate for a little break and a bit to eat. When you stepped into your office, you were greeted by a large bouquet of red roses swaddled by an array of greenery and white babies-breath. You smiled. Every once in a while your sweet boyfriend surprised you with flowers. Today must have been in celebration of your new job or a gesture from you weekend together. When you pulled the note from the bouquet, however, you learned quickly that it wasn’t Jinhyun who had sent them.

Tonight, it’s my turn to entertain you.

Jimin

You read the note over several times, then flipped it over another few times trying to decipher the rather laymen’s message. The idea of meeting Jimin after dark was… you weren’t sure. Something about it terrified you. But the other part of you was thrilled, even after everything that happened on Friday. You weren’t sure what to do. He was your client, so you had to meet him, but it was clear he wanted more from you than a simple business relationship – you weren’t so naïve to not know that much. Perhaps you should take up your father’s offer to send you abroad for a while.

Before you could come to your senses, your phone rang. Delighted for the distraction, you picked it up with a cheerful “Hello.”

“Did you get my flowers,” you heard a voice – Jimin’s voice – come through the phone. Shit.

“I’m just looking at them now. Thank-you. They’re lovely.”

“Seven o’clock. Meet me at the club. One of the guards will escort you to my office.”

“Jimin, I…” you were about to rebuff him but with a click he had hung up the phone. You hung up as well, then fiddled with the card in your hands, biting your lip as you considered what you should do. You could be out of the country before Jimin even realized you weren’t coming. But, then again, how would your father, your peers and your employees look at you if you couldn’t handle a simple account such as setting up a restaurant and strip club for the Park’s? No. You had to go… at least that’s what you told yourself.

You arrived early to The Red Palace, and just as Jimin said, a security guard was waiting for you at the door, and he escorted you through the back of the club and up a long hall which was located somewhere behind the balcony.

“Through there, miss,” the guard pointed to towards a door down the length of a hall. It was clear from the expensive and extensively carved wood which door was Jimin’s office. You gulped, then strode down the long hall towards the door. You stopped in front of a mirror which hung on the wall midway down. Looking yourself over, you grimaced at your attire. Still in your work clothes, you looked like… well… a librarian. A clean pencil skirt, closed-toed heels and a blouse that buttoned up to your neck. You smoothed out your hair and brushed away some errant mascara from below your eyes. You then looked at the buttons of your blouse and decided to undo one�� then another… then another… until the slightest hint of your cleavage was visible.

I’m in a strip club, after all, you rationalized. You then turned and headed towards Jimin’s office. As you did, you began to hear a noise. It was distant at first, and you were unable to make out what it was. But as you crawled closer and closer to the office, it became more clear.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ooo, baby!” the sound of someone making sex noises was vivid now. You laughed a little, unsure if whoever was fucking knew they were being heard. You wondered if behind the club’s visage the Park’s had a brothel running as well. You kept moving, expecting the noises to distance as you passed by whichever room they were coming from – but they didn’t. They only became louder.

He’s not? you thought to yourself. He knew you were coming. Surely, he wasn’t having sex in his office while he waited for you.

To your… disappointment… you were pretty sure you were wrong. You approached the door to his office, and it was very clear the noises were coming from behind it.

“Oh, fuck, baby! You fuck me so good!” you heard clear as day. He was. You didn’t know what to do. Should you knock and let him know you were here for your meeting? Should you turn around and come back in a few minutes? Or, should you just leave?

Before you could decide, you heard something that encased your feet in cement.

“Ugghhh,” you heard a deep, guttural groan come from Jimin. Immediately, a rush of sensations hit your body like an anvil. He was having sex, and he was enjoying it. And she – whoever she was – was enjoying it too. “Oh, fuck, princess!”

Princess? That’s what he had called you all Friday night. Was he thinking about you or was calling women ‘princess’ just his kink?

“Oh, God!” you heard him again. Somewhere in the back of your mind was a voice that said this was wrong. You needed to turn away. You couldn’t be aroused by this. But your body and your consciousness seemed to think it was right. In an instant you saw before you the image of you and Jimin. Your leg hitched over Jimin’s waist, your shoes still on, your skirt hiked up to your waist as he fucked you into the wall. You, doing the things to him that made him groan like that. You clamped your thighs tightly together as a rush of arousal flooded between your thighs and your blood ran hot. But then, you remembered that it wasn’t him and you. It was him and someone else. You wanted to deny it but in truth, the realization made you a bit jealous… or a lot jealous. In an instant, without thinking, you raised your hand to the door and knock.

“What?” you heard Jimin call out in frustration.

“It’s me, Y/N. We were supposed to meet.”

“Just a minute.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Mr. Park, oh!” you heard the woman’s pitch rise in tone, as did the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh.

You closed your eyes and tried to imagine anything else besides Jimin having sex, but it was near impossible. The sounds he made. The sounds she made. Where was he fucking her? On the couch? On the desk? On the chair? Was there a bed in there?

“Ngghhhhhh!” you heard her cry out in pleasure. “Oh. My. God!” You heard her again. She must’ve come. That must be what it sounds like to come when your fucking Park Jimin. Not only were you now jealous of her, but you envied her as well.

A rustling came from behind the door, and you were sure they were pulling themselves back together.

“I need you to go,” you heard Jimin say. A few moments later, the door flung open and one of the strippers you remembered seeing the other night walked out. She looked at you, a ridiculous smile on her face, then she winked before she strutted happily down the hall and out of sight.

“Come in,” Jimin’s voice kicked you back to reality.

You turned back to the office and warily crept inside. You found Jimin panting slightly and in the middle of buttoning up his shirt. You saw the toned definition of his sweaty upper chest which he hadn’t yet managed to cover. He caught you staring and gave you that crooked smile of his. You darted your eyes away and looked around the room for anything that wasn’t Jimin’s bare skin or devious stare.

“I’m sorry I came so early,” you tried your hand at apologizing for the awkwardness of the situation – but in truth, Jimin seem unphased by the idea of you hearing him have sex.

“No, you’re right on time,” he replied. “You don’t need to be shy, princess.” Challenged by the proclamation, you turned your attention back to him. He had his collar popped up, ready for his tie. “You think you could help me with this,” he said as he swung the silk over his neck. You glared back at him. Was he really asking you to help him get dressed after having sex with someone else? Regardless, after a beat you surrendered and sauntered over to him, placing your purse on his desk to free up your hands.

You took the fabric between your fingers and began pulling together the knot. Jimin gazed down at you as you did, and you did your best not to look up at him, but after a moment or two you found it irritating.

“Stop staring at me please,” you said.

“I like looking at you,” he replied.

“You know, Jimin,” you flipped one tail over the other. “I’m a busy woman. I don’t have time for your games.”

“I think you like my games.”

“I don’t.”

“How long were you listening to us?”

“Not long.”

“Oh? Then why is your chest all flushed?”

You bit your tongue. Now even your skin was betraying you.

“Embarrassment,” you shot back. But, once again, he smiled because he didn’t buy what you were saying.

“You never need to be embarrassed around me, princess. But I do like this look of jealousy you’ve got going on.”

“I’m not jealous,” you snapped as you pulled the knot tight to his throat. He swallowed a bit as he felt your retaliation, then dipped his finger into the collar to loosen it a bit. You stepped back from him and collected your purse.

“Whatever you have planned for tonight, cancel it.”

“Why?”

“Because you said you were going to entertain me tonight. So, we’re doing what I want to do.” With that, you turned from him as strutted out of the room.

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calorieworkouts · 4 years

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Yoga Really *Can* Tone Your Body (Especially If You Do These 6 Poses)

Unless you have actually been living under a rock for the past 5,000 years, you've found out about the several advantages of yoga exercise. A regular yoga exercise technique can erase muscle pains, lead to a far better evening of sleep, offer you a sunnier disposition, as well as boost your mental focus-- as well as that's just the start.

But while the mental as well as psychological advantages of yoga exercise are well-known (and clinically reputable), there's a great deal of back-and-forth over whether pretzeling your legs into pigeon posture counts as stamina work. Yoga's robust health resume typically isn't enough for a lot of strength junkies to ditch their CrossFit, boxing, or HIIT routines for some sun salutations.

But when you take a fast scroll through Instagram, you'll see that a lot of yogis aren't simply flexible-- they're also toned. Like, seriously toned. It begs the inquiry: Can yoga exercise really form a toned body?

Back up-- just what does 'tone' mean?

' Toning' is an expression made use of explain the fortifying and advancement of certain muscle mass teams-- typically your upper legs, arms, or reduced abdominal areas. It's basically a diminished term for 'toughness training.'

But much like lifting weights alone won't put you in figure competition shape, not one single activity will certainly 'tone' your body into that of a svelte prima ballerina. In order for those strengthened muscles to radiate through, you also require to lower overall body fat, which suggests getting your heart pumping on the regular. Cardio (which utilizes fat for power) is crucial, and consuming well is obligatory because-- sorry 'bout it-- you can not out-exercise a bad diet.

' Whatever your physical objectives are, you need a well balanced diet plan if the objective is to be active and healthy overall,' says Alex Silver-Fagan, ACE certified Mirror trainer as well as yoga instructor. Inevitably, to obtain a 'toned' body, the job needs to happen in the kitchen and the gym.

So can yoga exercise count as strength training?

According to Adam Perlman, M.D., an integrative health and wellness and health specialist at Fight it out University, yes.

' There's no doubt about it-- yoga will certainly enhance your muscle mass,' Perlman claims. 'It simply might not be the fastest route to a more powerful physique. Numerous styles of yoga can be efficient for building muscular tissue, and relocating even more energetically via postures causes more calories as well as fat shed, which indicates extra exposure of those muscular tissues.'

Note that when Perlman says 'various designs,' he's not discussing the relaxing, candlelit Yin yoga class that you consistently go to sleep-- I indicate meditate-- during. By all methods, those classes are amazing. They're intended to motivate release and also healing, and also structure muscular tissue requires emphasizing them out.

' All kinds of yoga provide the special chance of marrying your breath to your physical movement as well as are a fantastic means to tune in to your entire body. Extra vibrant, intense yoga exercise is finest for structure toughness-- and also in turn, toning muscle,' states Ceasar Barajas, designer and also instructor of The Journey: NEO U. 'The greater the strength and also the longer the positions are held, the more they will inevitably tone.'

It turns out researchers are wondering the very same thing.

Research in The Journals of Gerontology showed that a normal yoga method was equally as efficient as stretching-strengthening workouts in boosting useful physical fitness in grownups over the age of 60.

A 2nd study published in the Asian Journal of Sports Medicine had 80 individuals do sun salutations six days a week for 24 weeks. At the end of the experiment, these freshly minted-yogis' rep max bench press and also shoulder press revealed a significant increase.

One (super-small) research study performed by the College of Wisconsin-La Crosse asked 15 based on practice yoga exercise for 55 mins three days a week for eight weeks. At the end, researchers discovered an enhancement in their subjects' strength as well as endurance.

So what are the most effective yoga exercise poses for toning?

There are a load! 'Many yoga exercise poses tone various muscular tissue teams in the body by calling for the yogi to sustain their body weight,' Perlman says.

With that in mind, we asked yoga exercise specialists to share their favorite presents for muscle development as well as conditioning. The best component? Absolutely absolutely no of them were positions we would certainly never ever listened to of previously. Think about the below your cheat sheet for understanding muscle-making yoga exercise moves.

1. Bridge Pose Setu Bandha Sarvangasana

' Do this pose to enhance the muscular tissues in your upper legs and your glutes,' Perlman says.

Start resting on your back, arms at your sides, with your hands dealing with down. Bend your knees, keeping them hips-width apart. Try to get your heels as near to your butt as you can (you must have the ability to touch them with your fingers). As you exhale, push your heels into the flooring to lift your reduced back off the flooring. For a larger backbend, you can vibrate your shoulders with each other as well as intertwine your fingers behind your back. Hold the posture for a number of breaths and reduced your body down. Repeat at the very least 3 times.

2. Plank Pose Phalakasana

' The kidnappers, obliques, glutes, and also shoulders will obtain stronger thanks to the fixed nature of this present. When done continually-- a minimum of two times a week-- this position can aid create a lean as well as solid midsection,' says Barrie Risman, yoga exercise teacher and co-director of the World Spine Care Yoga Project.

Start on all fours with your fingers spread somewhat. Tip one foot back and afterwards the various other. Your shoulders must be piled over your wrists while your heels press toward the back of the space. Tuck your tailbone so your butt isn't holding up in the air and also expand the area in between your shoulder blades to ensure that your upper body isn't sinking. Squeeze your quads and also glutes and also breathe. Hold for anywhere from 30 secs to 3 minutes (go you!). Repeat 3-5 times, relaxing as needed between sets.

3. Four-Limbed Staff Pose Chaturanga Dandasana

' Chaturanga is a transitional posture, but it's not one to be rushed with!' claims Jane Kivnik, an instructor at Y7 Workshop in Brooklyn. 'If performed appropriately, chaturanga reinforces not just the arms, triceps muscles, and shoulders, however additionally the stomach wall surface. It's difficult, so it requires our focus as well as kind-- if the mind wanders off, it's a chance to return to the existing and re-engage.'

Start in slab position. As you inhale, run onto your tiptoes so your shoulders take a trip somewhat past your fingertips. Pressing your joints and also biceps in towards your sides, lower halfway down in one straight line and also breathe out. Feel like you're doing a half-push-up? Excellent! Involve your reduced abs to keep your butt in line with the remainder of your body and extend your neck by keeping your gaze ahead as well as down. Chaturanga is an intense posture-- if you feel your reduced back drooping, play it safe and practice this one by boiling down onto your knees and taking the half push-up from there.

4. Chair Pose Utkatasana

' Chair position is the best quads heater. It's not just the quadricep muscle mass that will really feel the melt but your gluteal muscle mass,' claims Jill Drowne, a learning specialist at Southwest University of Naturopathic Medicine and also Medical Center.

Start in hill present (tadasana) by standing with your feet somewhat apart or your huge toes together as well as a small room in between your heels. Ground down uniformly through your feet, raise up through the crown of your head, and extend via all 4 sides of your waist. Increase your arms and also reach up through your fingertips while launching your shoulder blades down your back. Sit down as if resting right into a chair (therefore the name), changing the weight towards your heels. Preserve the length in your torso while holding the position for 5-8 breaths.

5. Crescent Lunge Anjaneyasana

' This is a vibrant, full-body posture that produces functional versatility, core stamina, and security and also toning for the legs, butt, and upper body,' claims Bethany Lyons, owner as well as CEO of Lyons Den Power Yoga.

To develop a lunge placement, tip your right foot out in front of you with a 90-degree bend in the front knee as well as the front upper leg bone parallel to the floor. Pile the back heel over the ball-mound of the back foot. Drop the tailbone down toward the flooring by involving your lower stomach muscles. Brush up the arms expenses, shoulder-width range with the palms facing one another. Let your pinky fingers spiral slightly internal. Engage your legs by pressing your back heel behind you and your front knee ahead, paying certain focus to lift the quadriceps muscular tissues of the back leg. Hold for 10 deep breaths.

6. Side Plank Pose Vasisthasana

' This is another full-body, dynamic position that produces a great deal of warm as it compels the muscle mass to collaborate to produce the alignment and strength needed to hold the present. It delivers toning for the arms, back, shoulders, core, and also legs,' Lyons says.

From a high push-up placement, bring the internal edges of the feet to touch and after that spin your heels to the right ahead onto the right-side edge of the foot. Maintain the legs glued with each other as one as well as the feet fully flexed. Press down into the right-hand man and also sweep the left hand all the way approximately the skies, taking your look with you. The shoulders, hips, and feet need to all be piled for security and power. Involve the core muscle mass and also open the chest. Paying certain interest to not allow the hips sink down toward the flooring, take 5 breaths and then transition through high plank position to the other side. Repeat 2-3 times, taking a remainder between each set.

Ready to get down (dog)?

Yoga definitely can count as strength training as well as can be used to tone your muscular tissues. Bear in mind that there's so a lot even more to yoga than toughness, as well as even if you're exercising every single day, it's far better to integrate yoga into your program than to ditch everything else altogether.

And if you're a beginner, make certain you're discovering the poses safely. 'For the majority of, the best as well as most reliable means is to take courses with a trained as well as qualified trainer who can not just provide support on the most effective presents to target different areas of the body, however can additionally help readjust positions so they are risk-free and also ideal for each and every individual,' Pearlman says.

Gabrielle Kassel is an athleisure-wearing, adaptogen-taking, left-swiping, CrossFitting, New York-based writer with a propensity for thinking of wellness-as-lifestyle. In her spare time, she can be located checking out self-help publications, bench-pressing, or practicing hygge. Follow her on Instagram.

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les-mis-still-makes-me-cry · 4 years

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Lily Evans Definitely Has a Boyfriend Chapter 4

Sitting in the drafts for a long time but let’s get this started again! Chap 1 Chap 2 Chap 3

As soon as she walked in and heard her mum bustling around the kitchen, Lily was certain that she’d made a huge mistake. There was absolutely no way anyone in their right minds would buy the idea that she and James were an item. How many arguments had they had? How many jinxes and hexes? A relationship was so completely beyond the realm of reality. This was never going to work.

Lily would have walked right back out the door if it weren’t for James’ hand holding hers, keeping her from running away. He kept her steady, looking confident as ever although she could feel his hands getting a little clammy. Ah, the great James Potter does get nervous, she thought with smug satisfaction. Good.

She led him forward, into their small kitchen. Lily’s mum stood at the hob with her back turned, so she didn’t notice their entrance at first. Lily watched James’ eyes take in the room, from the small dining table to the dripping tap to the hob where her mum heated up a pan. Had he ever been in a Muggle kitchen before? Was he shocked by how… basic it was compared to wizarding kitchens, where dishes practically prepared themselves? Judging by his fascination with the street outside she didn’t imagine he would be particularly snobbish, but she still decided to quickly get things started to distract him.

Lily’s mum still faced the stove, humming along to the radio as she flipped bacon in time. Clearly Lily was going to have to get her mother’s attention. She coughed emphatically, causing her mum to jump slightly.

“Oh, hi love, are you wanting any breakfast?” her mum asked absentmindedly, still facing away.

“Em, mum, I’ve actually… brought someone to meet you,” said Lily, blushing furiously. James’ fingers squeezed hers and have gave her a sly grin. No going back now.

Lily’s mum whirled around, eyes going wide as she took in the tall, messy-haired boy taking up half her kitchen with his long, gangly limbs. She almost imperceptibly looked him over quickly, eyes drawn to their still-joined hands, before remembering her manners.

“You must be the boyfriend! Oh my goodness Lily you should have given me some warning, I’m still in my pyjamas!” her mum babbled. She rushed forward to shake James’ hand enthusiastically with both of her own. “But it’s wonderful to meet you- I’m so sorry, what was your name again?”

“James Potter, it’s wonderful to meet you too, Mrs Evans,” James replied with a smile, warmly taking her hand. Lily resisted the urge to elbow him in the ribs seeing the twinkle in his eye as Lily’s mum smiled back just as warmly. Charming git.

“Oh please, call me Eleanor,” she replied, finally releasing his hand. “Did you say Potter? I remember Lily always used to write about a Potter, didn’t you sweetheart?”

James’ face lit up as he turned back to Lily with mischief in his hazel eyes. “You used to write home about me?”

Lily stopped resisting her urge and elbowed James in the ribs, dropping his hand. “To tell her what a prat you were, always asking me out in ridiculous ways.”

He laughed, pretending to look sober for a second. “It’s true, I was a real idiot in my younger years. I’m grateful your daughter ever looked at me again after that,” he added to Lily’s mum, who was looking from one to the other with a beaming smile.

“Ah, Lily was never one to hold grudges. And clearly you must have done something right since you’re here now together,” she said happily.

“Yes, I’m always happy to take on charity cases,” said Lily drily. Lily’s mum laughed, and turned back to the bacon. James took the opportunity to mouth to her be nice, girlfriend. She made a face and mouthed back shut up. He swooped in and put his arm around her shoulders, which she immediately shrugged off. He grinned, still clearly enjoying himself.

She pointed wordlessly at the table, and took a seat, James following closely behind.

“Can I get you any breakfast James? You must be hungry if you had to travel far to get here,” chirped Lily’s mum.

“Oh, I didn’t have far to travel at all. I mean I suppose it was far, but I just apparated here so it barely took a second,” said James.

Lily’s eyes widened. “You didn’t just apparate on my doorstep? What if someone had seen you?” she said, alarmed. Even though they had both passed their Apparition Tests this year, Lily was still afraid to use it under normal circumstances. It was all too easy to be spotted and risk being cautioned under the Statute of Secrecy, despite now being of age. People popping into existence out of nowhere were hard to explain away, especially in small Muggle towns.

“No, no, Remus mentioned there was a little alley between your street and the next that was pretty inconspicuous, then I walked over. Bought myself some Muggle clothes as well, to fit in,” James said, a touch of pride in his voice.

“Oh, I would never have known those were just bought today,” Lily’s mum said with surprise. “You look right at home in them.” Clearly her mum had nothing but praise for her new boyfriend, thought Lily. Not boyfriend, fake boyfriend. She was already struggling to keep track. Lily attempted to change the subject, to avoid further fawning from her mum.

“Do you know if Petunia is awake yet? I really wanted to James to meet her, too,” said Lily abruptly. To get him out of the house sooner, she mentally added.

“Oh you know your sister, she’s never been an early bird,” said Lily’s mum. “She doesn’t still have to wake up at the crack of dawn for school like you pair.”

“Even earlier for me, since I have Quidditch practise most mornings,” said James. Lily tried not to snort. Of course he brought up Quidditch within the first few minutes of conversation.

“Ooh really, are you on the house team?” asked Lily’s mum.

“Yeah, I play Chaser, they’re the ones who play with the Quaffle,” said James, being uncharacteristically humble. Since her mum was headed over to the table with bacon, Lily decided to play up the relationship. She grabbed James’ hand and pretended to simper over him.

“He’s just being modest, he’s been the Captain since fourth year and they’ve won every season so far. He’s amazing,” Lily gushed. James smothered a smirk at her sudden change in attitude. She felt like a total prat, but her mum seemed to find it adorable.

“That’s wonderful! You must talk to Vernon. He loves sports too, I’m sure you’ll get on like a house on fire,” said Lily’s mum.

“Mum, watching golf isn’t the same as actually playing the sport,” sighed Lily.

“What’s golf?” asked James curiously.

“It’s a Muggle sport where you use clubs to hit small white balls into holes in the ground, and you’re trying to do it in as few shots as possible,” Lily explained patiently.

“So, you’re trying to avoid playing as much as you can?” James looked unconvinced at golf’s merits.

“Vernon’s probably better at explaining it than Lily, she’s always been more of a bookworm anyway,” Lily’s mum said quickly.

“Don’t I know it, always top of the class,” he grinned at Lily, squeezing her fingers. Lily looked down in surprise at their intertwined fingers. She had almost forgotten they were still holding hands. It reminded her of his backstory he had created while they sat outside. She knew Potter had a talent for creative lies after six years of alibis for pranks, but to create something so sweet and heartfelt was… unexpected, to say the least. Lily’s train of thought ran away from her entirely as she mused on this new Potter. Lily’s mum and James continued to chat around her, but Lily stayed quiet, eating her food without breaking the connection between their hands.

His hand did feel nice in hers, she noted. His were bigger, tanned, calloused from Quidditch, hers smaller and still ink stained from her letter to James last night. She saw marks and scars all over his hand, doubtless from all the nonsense he and his mates had got up to over the years. She felt the muscles in his hand flex as he moved, always present but never moving enough to move it away from hers. His thumb lightly stroked the side of her hand, almost unconsciously. It tickled but Lily couldn’t bring herself to stop him.

“That’s very kind of you, Eleanor, but I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, it’ll be no trouble! I would love to get to know you better, and I’m sure Petunia will too.”

“If you’re sure, then I’d be delighted. I would just have to apparate back home and pack a few things.”

Lily snapped out of her trance and looked up at James’ last sentence.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” she asked in confusion.

Her mum tutted. “Daydreaming, as always. James was just saying he’ll need to go home for his things for the next few days.”

“Why does he need his things?” said Lily stupidly.

“If you had been listening to us,” Lily’s mum said exasperatedly, “You would have heard me invite James to stay with us until the dinner on Saturday.”

Time seemed to slow down for Lily as alarm bells started ringing in her head. Potter? Stay at her house for the best part of a week? She had to be joking, right? It was absolutely not happening, that was final. She would quite literally go insane with his joking and flirting constantly for 4 more days without a break.

And yet she couldn’t say no, at least not directly, she realised with frustration. What kind of girlfriend doesn’t want her boyfriend around after not seeing him for weeks? Especially when said girlfriend is trying to use him to get into her sister’s good books. Lily’s brain whizzed, weighing up her options, hoping her mother didn’t notice her hesitance. She knew James already had, by his thumb ceasing its little circles on her hand.

“But… where will he sleep?” said Lily. It wasn’t much of a defence and she knew it, but anything else would sound too suspicious.

“Well, I thought you and Petunia could share her room, in the spirit of sisterly bonding,” Lily’s mum said brightly.

“You have got to be joking.” Lily dropped James’ hand entirely to cross her arms and glare at her mother. “I’m absolutely not sharing a room with Tuney. And she’ll say the same.”

“And I’ll say that it’s either that or you sleep in the bath, and not to be so rude in front of our guest,” Lily’s mum said, as sharply as the softly spoken woman could manage. Her eyes met Lily’s and she knew that she had no chance. When her mother had made up her mind, her word was law.

James looked between them, panic on his face at causing this domestic strife. “I don’t have to stay, really, I don’t want to-”

“It’s really no trouble at all, James, like I said,” Lily’s mum said lightly, finally breaking eye contact with her daughter. “Isn’t that right, Lily?”

Lily and James turned to each other, his eyes looking for guidance, hers expressing nothing at all. When she spoke, her voice seemed to hold nothing of her anger just a few seconds before.

“I’d love to have you stay, James. Please, don’t worry about me,” she said calmly. She took his hand gently. He smiled back, just a hint of reservation in his eyes.

“As long as you’re happy, Lily,” said James.

“I am,” said Lily, as convincingly as she could muster.

“Great!” Lily’s mother broke the silence. “I’ll sort out these dishes then, you say goodbye to James as he goes to fetch his things, Lily. I’ll see you later, James!”

“Thank you so much for breakfast, Eleanor, it was really great,” James replied, getting up from the table. Lily didn’t say anything as she led James out of the room.

“Lily, are you-” he murmured, stopping when he saw her face. Lily just shook her head, leading him back out the front door. Only when it was safely shut behind them did she speak.

“What exactly do you think you’re playing at, Potter,” she said, her face calm but her voice filled with venom.

“Doing what you wanted!” James exclaimed. They started storming down the road together, keeping well apart.

“Since when did I want you to stay for the whole bloody week?” Lily snapped.

“Since your mum suggested it? To make this whole thing realistic?” James replied equally viciously.

“You could have said no! God, now I have to spend 4 days sharing a room with Petunia, you’ve ruined everything!”

“Why in Merlin’s name are you upset about this? You wanted me to have time to bond with your sister, and you wanted to get closer to her! You should be thanking me!”

“Thanking-” Lily couldn’t get the words out, she was so angry. “I can’t think of anything worse!”

James ran a hand through his hair roughly, other hand balled into a fist. “Then why the hell am I here trying to help you with a sister you don’t even like?”

“Because- because that’s what sisters are meant to do!” shouted Lily.

“Then why are you pissed off at me? You’re making no sense, Lily,” he retorted.

The pair reached the alley near Lily’s house where the bins kept any apparition away from Muggle eyes. Lily struggled to form an answer to James, the blood rushing through her head too loudly for her to think clearly.

“Because… this wasn’t the plan, James, it was just meant to be the one night,” she said, sounding exhausted.

“Well, plans change Lily, you’ve just got to roll with it,” James replied, lowering his voice to match hers.

She took a deep breath in and a long breath out her mouth. There was a very miniscule possibility, she realised, that she was overreacting. It was just for a few days, she lived with James 9 months of the year already. She and Petunia sharing a bedroom was bound to be unpleasant, but like James and her mother said, it might help reinforce the case for being a bridesmaid. And it would definitely give them enough time to convince Petunia that she and James were definitely an item.

She ran that list over in her head as she looked up at James again. He didn’t look angry anymore, just exasperated at her. She couldn’t really blame him, she’d been the one begging him to come and all she did was snap at him. They’d had two arguments and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

“Sorry,” she said quietly.

He raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“What, is that not enough?” she said, her voice escalating again.

“No, no,” he assured, “It’s just that I’ve never… well I don’t think you’ve ever been the first one to apologise before.”

Lily frowned “Because it’s normally you being a git.”

“True, mostly, but you can be a bit of an arse as well, Lily,” James said placidly.

She opened her mouth to defend herself, but dozens of scenarios popped into her head to shut her up. Somehow she had convinced herself that it was always James instigating things, but she had always been just as quick with a snarky comment or a well-placed jinx. She always just considered herself to be in the right before. Before, she always had the voice of Snape on her side, telling her how great she was, how funny Potter had looked with his feet on backwards, how much of a git he was…

“Yeah, you’re right,” Lily agreed. James looked completely taken aback.

“Wait, I am?”

“A little bit, at least,” Lily said with a wry smile.

“Stop the presses! Lily Evans and James Potter have agreed on something!” Potter exclaimed to an imaginary audience, hands cupped around his mouth. Lily smacked his hands down, giggling.

“Calm down, you prat, it had to happen one of these days.”

“Nope, nothing you say will take this glorious moment away from me. If only I had a Pensieve to save this precious memory forever,” James sang tunelessly. He grabbed her hands and started twirling her around, narrowly avoiding the dustbins.

“I’ll obliviate you in a second if you don’t cut that out,” Lily grumbled, trying to fight off a smile.

He gave her one final spin under his arm and let go, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Your wish is my command, O wonderful girlfriend of mine.” He bowed to her pompously.

“FAKE girlfriend,” she reminded him.

“But of course,” he said, bowing even lower before rising back up to his full height.

“Now I suppose you should get back home and get some packing done,” said Lily.

James dropped the jester act for a minute and looked at her seriously. “Are you absolutely sure? I know I said I think it’s the best plan but if you’re genuinely not happy about it you can just say to your mum-”

“Shh, James, I’m sure. It’s the best way to convince Petunia,” Lily said. “And I haven’t killed you yet so I guess I can make it a few more days.”

“Ah, is that a challenge?” he grinned.

“Absolutely not,” said Lily firmly.

“Too late,” said James. He grabbed her hand and bent to kiss it quickly. “Till later, lovely girlfriend of mine.”

“FAKE girlfriend!” Lily insisted, only to be met with a cheeky grin, before James took a step and spun around, apparating away with a loud CRACK. Lily looked around, making sure no one had caught sight, before sighing once more.

What on earth was she going to do with that boy? Lily didn’t know if she could take another 4 days of this rollercoaster of emotions. But then, things between her and James had never been smooth. There had always been something about him that got her attention, for better or for worse…

She shook her head, ignoring the way her hand was tingling where his lips had pressed against it. Definitely for worse, she mentally corrected. Four days and she was free, and she and Potter could have another year free of interaction. It was all for the best. Gryffindor tower had never known peace when they were arguing every few days, they couldn’t inflict that upon their long-suffering housemates again.

Although a couple of them seemed to find their interactions amusing, Remus for one. Lily knew he would be desperate for news of the fake boyfriend business, especially after Potter’s request for her address. She turned and began to walk out of the alley, already writing the letter in her head.

Just as she skirted around a bin bag that looked about ready to burst at the seams, she started suddenly, hearing a loud noise echo from all the way down the street.

“SHE’S WHAT?” the voice screeched.

Lily grimaced and prepared for battle. It seemed Petunia was awake.

That’s all for now folks! I’ll probably just keep posting these on Tumblr but I’m stopping editing all the old posts with new chapters so to keep up to date either follow me (#selfpromo) or follow the story on AO3 or FFN. Much love!

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losingitinjersey · 4 years

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I continue to be amazed by how busy life has become as a new parent. I always figured since I was spending time at home that I’d have plenty of time to tackle projects around the house, maybe cull through drawers and clean things out. Nope! There are days when I barely find the time to do a 10 minute yoga session. To be fair, I’m prioritizing things over it - like a nap or a shower.

All this to say I’ve had several draft posts waiting to be written for weeks. My problem is I like to spend at least 30+ minutes crafting a post from my laptop rather than posting on the mobile app. We’ll see how that changes moving forward. I keep hoping that once I make a catch up post (like this one) I then have the freedom to post more frequently, likely from my phone. I keep taking pictures of every meal and activity like I’m posting daily thus resulting in a phone chock full of pics that never get posted.

The pictures above are a good summary of what I’ve been up to. Of most significance - I’m officially back into walking! Since January 14th (three weeks postpartum) I’ve made my way out the door nine times (my first two walks weren’t logged due to my not downloading Runkeeper to my new phone in advance). Today marked my first day out with just erp - and it was great!!! Thankfully I had eight other walks under my belt (three with the babe) to get my comfort level back up, so I felt fully prepared today to go solo. This week I even did my first five mile walk, which I used to do every other day pre-pregnancy. Today, I listened to a “Getting Curious” podcast and loved the time outdoors in the fresh air with erp even though she was sleeping the entire time as she’s prone to do any time she’s in her car seat (hallelujah!).

I also started lifting again this week! Starting off from square one doing just the bar for bench and squat and minimal weights for deads. It feels soso good integrating fitness back into my life again after basically being off for the last nine months. I’m starting to be mindful of my eating and while I’m not back to strict keto I am trying to do moderate/low-carb. I’m not counting every calorie but have started logging some meals in to get an idea of what my intake is while also stepping on the scale a few times per week. I’m sure I’ll be back to full blown weight-loss efforts soon as I’m not a fan of how clothes are fitting now that I don’t have a baby bump to work with.

Yoga is back to an every day priority which also brings back my vinyl of the day, which I’d missed. I do love a solid routine!

Erp is now over a month old (WHAT) and the center pic is an outtake from her one month photoshoot for FB documentation (although, I don’t intend to post more than at one, six and twelve months I’m sure I’ll continue to take them for my own records). That bottom lip quiver gets me every time. Since I’m not into frequent FB posting I downloaded an app called Tiny Beans where just my family and friends who want an onslaught of pics can subscribe and see the daily pics and videos I’m posting. It feels like a really happy medium.

Saki continues to be my best friend and occupies my lap any time there’s not a baby on it. While he’s protective of his brood he isn’t the biggest fan of the babe. He’ll usually jump on me, discover my lap is full, give her a good few sniffs before running off. Occasionally he’ll share my lap or arms with her when he’s especially needy but that’s been rare. Although, when he sees I’m sans baby he’ll be my shadow and can barely wait for me to sit down before he climbs on me for all the cuddles.

Check out this random sprout coming out of this succulent! I’ve had the plant since my bff’s bridal shower in May but apparently this little growth wanted to make his appearance nine months later on January 17th and the last picture taken today, January 28th. I know nothing about plants but that seems like an awful lot of growth for just over a week. I’m fascinated to see what’s going to happen next! When is it going to get too tall to keep going straight up? Will it lose all structural integrity and collapse? Will it flower!? This sprout is keeping me more than entertained.

Speaking of entertainment, I’m zipping through shows like nobody’s business. I’m sure I’m unable to remember all programming I’ve consumed but I’ve completed at least the following shows: Fleabag, Crashing, BoJack Horseman, latest season of Grace and Frankie, You, Troop Zero, Unbelievable, Brittany Runs A Marathon, and I’m currently on the second season of The Let Down. Not to say that I’m prioritizing watching shows over being productive, it’s just that I’m trapped in a chair either breastfeeding, pumping or rocking my child for the majority of the day and there’s only so much social media I can stomach.

Breastfeeding and pumping have been going pretty well although I’ve recently been very close to running out of my entire stock of milk since my child is now on an extreme growth spurt. She’s eating about 34oz a day and I’m producing roughly 32oz. This past weekend we started supplementing with formula so I can start building back up a supply for when daycare starts next week. I’m now pumping every two hours during the day and every three hours at night. Each time I feed her about 6oz of breast milk then 2-3oz of formula to top her off. I had allllll the feels about not being able to keep up and needing to use formula but thankfully I’m less emotional about it now that we’ve started doing it. Fed is best and I’m doing everything I can for her and that has to be enough.

All in all I’m doing really really well. I’ve never had more purpose or felt this fulfilled and I’m loving taking care of erp, Kevin, Saki, the house and myself. Sadly, this precious time starts to end this coming Monday when I go back to work. Thankfully, I negotiated having six additional weeks of flex time so I’ll work from the office 2-3 days a week and work from home the remaining days. Although, given how hard it is for me to get anything done I am worried how my work is going to suffer on days I’m working from home. I doubt anyone (other than myself) has high expectations of me so I just need to give myself grace and try and find a balance. Easier said than done, I’m sure!

For now, my daughter is sound asleep in my arms, I’ve got half an hour before another pumping session then onto making dinner. Even though this post is more than long enough, I have to add - Kevin has been amazing. His school schedule has been extremely light so he’s home most of the day and does more than his fair share of baby duty. He’ll prop her up on his desk while he’s playing computer games while feeding her or holding her as she falls asleep. He just loves being with her as often as he can be. He takes the first part of most night shifts so I can get rest and reminds me constantly how proud he is of me and how well I’m doing. My favorite time is when we do bath time together as a team sport. I really lucked out in the partner department and, man, did we make a cute kid!

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ultradiplr · 5 years

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#1 Fan

Plot: You catch the eye of your favorite baseball star Siebren de Kuiper before a game~

Tags: Sort-of-Sexting, Age Difference. Semi-Public. BJ. Overuse of the smiling emoji. Reader radiates big bottom energy, but is otherwise gender neutral. Sigma is a… Fuckboi. lol

A/N: I have no self control and even though I have like five other things I’m working on right now @sketchingshow ‘s Baseball!Sigma has given fuel to a new fire.

You look at the clock over the ticket booth and grimace, looking down at the digital ticket you had pulled up on your phone screen, mentally face palming at how you had gotten 12:30 and 2:30 mixed up. You sighed and walked up to the qr scanner, verifying yourself, and walked through the rotating metal pipes of the entrance, figuring since you were already here you might as well check in. It’s not like you could go home and wait considering it took you an hour to get here.

Oh, the things you were willing to put up with so you could see your favorite baseball player Siebren de Kuiper in his last season.

There were a bunch of people here already, staff and fans alike, though mostly for the home team, so you weren’t that anxious at being so early. You walked through the entrance hall, taking a few photos of some of the player posters hanging, and out through a vomitorium that lead into the stadium. You looked out over the empty field, bright and green and surrounded by high walls of seats, and took a quick selfie with the vast expanse of the stadium behind you, at least being this early meant no one knocking you down or being in the way for a cute photo.

You wandered down closer to the field, taking in the smell of freshly cut and watered grass, and took a load off in one of the more expensive seats. The home team was currently practicing before the game so you didn’t really care that much about watching them, content to fiddle with your phone until somebody told you to move.

For a while you browsed some videos and looked through your social media when you got an alert. Siebren de Kuiper had posted an update on his profile. You tapped the notification and simultaneously had your heart drop into your feet and your stomach rise into your lungs when you saw something you never thought you would,

A picture of you, sitting alone in the stands wearing his name and number, boredly looking at your phone with the caption,

“Not seen much nowadays, an eager fan. Lol. -Siebren.”

Your face was instantly set ablaze with embarrassment, too embarrassed to glance up and see the teams trading off field time, not sure how you’d react if you actually saw him looking in your direction. God, you wanted to die, but at the same time you felt like shouting out loud and dancing. You didn’t know what to do, you’ve never been noticed by a celebrity before. Should you leave a comment? Reshare it? Screencap it, print it, and hang it on your wall? Well, maybe not that, but what! Oh god this was so cool and crazy and oh god, you looked so weird in this pic! Was that what it looked when you sat down? Such poor posture! Ugh and you looked so tired! Would it be weird to try and doll yourself up or-

You shake your head and pinched the bridge of your nose, you were overthinking this. What would a normal person do in this situation? You typed out a quick comment. “Haha, that be me!” No, no too childish. “Wtf, that’s me!!!” Too surprised. Hmmm...

“Lol that’s me!”

Normal and friendly. Exactly how it should be. You were proud of yourself as you submitted the comment, marveling at it under his picture. You were nervous at him seeing it as you scrolled through his feed a little, mostly selfies of him with his team, over filtered pictures of his home life, and reshared posts about space facts and dumb baseball puns. It was honestly kind of adorable and underappreciated, if the low amount of likes meant anything, the man was as wholesome as they came and no one seemed to appreciate it!

A new notification popped up as you scrolled, a reply to your comment!

You tapped it and felt your heart flutter, Siebren de Kuiper had liked and replied!

“Thank You for your eager support then! :) - Siebren.”

A wide smile crossed your face at that, god that was adorable! You typed out a reply without thinking,

“Always a pleasure! <3”

You giggled when you hit confirm, insides all warm. This was so cool. Like, literally, this was the coolest thing ever. You glanced up to the field, face burning when you noticed that he sat not too far away from you, sitting in the dugout a little diagonally from you, tapping away on a smartpad. Most likely browsing his own stuff. That was cool. He was cool. And handsome. And nice. And funny. And smart. And- okay your brain was going haywire.

You needed to take a walk before you began to hyperventilate. You stood up and walked back into the entrance hall where miscellaneous vendors had set up, mostly baseball paraphernalia for the visitor’s team since the home team had it’s own gift shop in the building. You browsed a bit to distract yourself from the excitement.

You were looking at a new version of the shirt you were already wearing when your phone buzzed with a notification.

“New direct message.”

That was odd, you never got dmed. You quickly opened it to find that you got a message from a random, empty account you weren’t following named Sigma14, weird name.

Where did you go?

You always forgot to lock dms to private, shrugging, you typed out a quick reply.

Sorry, Wrong person!

You were flipping through your settings to find the right configuration when a new reply came through.

Oh, I’m sorry!

I forgot this was my personal account!

It’s me, Siebren!

Your heart stopped and heat filled your body again, but your rational mind was rightfully unconvinced.

Yeah, sure you are.

Just send me the virus link

lol

You typed out, but waited for a reply this time, not knowing if you’d prefer to be let down with this being some weird scammer or actually get a real reply. Both seemed equally upsetting but for different reasons and on different ends of the spectrum.

Here’s Proof!

He sent a few pictures. The first was of him, smiling into the camera with a thumbs up while sitting in a dugout, his face sweaty and his greying hair a little mused, then the next was a picture of the field you were just in, the name of the stadium clearly seen, and the last was a picture of the seat you were sitting in with a red question mark and arrow pointing to it.

See!

He added after. You hugged your phone and squealed quietly, suddenly bursting with energy. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. It was really him!!!

akdjfldjsaf!

it’s really you!!!

I’m a huge fan!!

You typed out excitedly.

Haha

I noticed!

Thank you for supporting me!

So where did you run off to?

You took a photo of the shirt table you were standing at, glad that it was still pretty empty so no one seemed to mind you loitering around the table. You framed two different shirts with his name and number on it in two different colors, home and away.

Just buying some merch.

I need a new shirt

Lol

Which one do you think I should get?

You smiled when the texting bubble instantly popped up, feeling bubbly at the knowledge he was paying attention to you and not practicing.

Firstly, You have excellent taste!

And secondly, I don’t know…

I think I’d have to see it on you!

That last message almost killed you as you stood with your mouth open, if you’d been an omnic you were sure you’d have overheated and combusted. What the heck! What the Heck! Was he? No. Was he? No, surely not! He couldn’t have. That was… that was.. Did he just ask for a pic? You were blushing hard and silently staring at the words on screen before the typing bubble came up again.

Goodness!

I’m sorry for that last sentence!

I didn’t realize how that sounded!

I hope I did not upset you!

You let out a breath reading his reply, nerves calming. Of course he didn’t! Why would world famous baseball star Siebren de Kuiper want to get a pic of you in his jerseys? You were sure he could have actual models if he wanted. He didn’t need you! Oof, that was harsh, but true.

asfadaafsd haha

it’s alright!!!!!

I didn’t think anything of it

I think I’m just going to buy both, they’re both nice

You quickly replied, not wanting him to think you were upset at him. And you weren’t. Surprised, yes. But not angry. You mean, you’d totally send pics to him if he wanted, but you were sure he’d never want that. Right?

They are!

And I’m sure both will look great on you!

Your hands flexed on your phone as you gripped it a little tighter, looking at the two still unpurchased shirts. You picked up the shirts up, buying them and went to the nearest bathroom. You take off your shirt and replace it with the away shirt, leaving it a little unbuttoned, and snapped a mirror selfie, and looked at it on your phone. Cute despite the bathroom behind you. You did the same with the home shirt.

You sat on the toilet holding your phone tightly as you debated actually sending them. They weren’t very explicit but still, the implication would be carried if he really meant anything the first time around. If he meant anything. Which he probably didn’t. So these photos wouldn’t be too bad to send… right?

You bit your lip and hit send. Waiting anxiously for a reply. Your heart was racing as you waited, feeling your blood pressure rise when the typing bubbles popped up.

:) :) :)

I was right.

They do look good on you!

You erupted in a fit of giggles, nerves a little on fire, god this was the craziest thing you’ve ever done. He wasn’t finished as more texts came in,

Would you like to get them signed?

Holy fuck. Was he flirting with you? He had to be, right? Well shit, you couldn’t pass this opportunity up! You quickly typed out a reply, fingers shaking a little.

Would you?!?

Omg that would be amazing!

His reply came in instantly,

Come by entrance five in ten minutes.

I’ll gladly sign you.

You actually yelled laughed, face burning like a stove, and pumped your fist in the air. Yes. Yes. Yes. You left the bathroom insanely giddy, wearing the white home shirt, and went to look at a map of the stadium. Entrance five was the farthest from the main entrances, and from what it looked like on your phone, a part of the stadium that was going to be completely empty. You chewed your lip as you made your way over there, nerves on fire. God you hoped this was going the way you wanted it and you hadn’t just misinterpreted everything.

About twelve minutes later as you sat in the empty hallway flipping through your phone and trying to distract yourself from your racing thoughts, he walked in through the stadium side. You got up instantly as his large shadow stretched across the floor. God, he was tall. Seven feet if you remembered correctly, two feet taller than you, and broad, insanely broad, arms like pythons. He looked a bit sweaty in his baseball uniform, an outfit that hid very little on his hulking frame, and smiled at you apologetically.

“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He said coolly as he walked inside.

He stepped up toward you gently, a kind smile as he held out a hand. You grasped his hand with both of yours, his hands were large, insanely, fuck, he was so much bigger than you, your mouth watered a little.

“It’s no problem, I was happy to wait!” You said nervously and a little quickly, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeated in his slightly accented voice, warm and absolutely lovely, sounding a lot different than what you were used to from watching interviews. “A lovely name.”

You laughed nervously and looked off, embarrassed, “T-thank you.” you stutter out as you dropped your hands to hide in your pockets.

“So, make this out to Y/N then?” He asked, pulling a pen out of his pocket and looking at you softly. God, your heart was a puddle.

“Uhh, yeah, I guess.” You said and he hummed in agreement.

You were going to hold out a piece of your shirt out for him to sign, but instead he stepped a little closely and bent down, putting the tip down just under your shoulder. You didn’t miss the glimmer in his eye as he bent in close, holding you still a little with his big hands, and wrote delicately on your skin. You held your breath, biting your lip as the hulking mass of him was so close to you, making your head swim.

“To my loyal fan Y/N,” He said as he wrote, his tone having gone down a notch, making your skin erupt in goosebumps, “Siebren.” He signed, eyes locking with yours as he stood back up.

You laughed breathlessly, leaning on the wall behind you for support as he didn’t move back much, looming over you a bit.

“T-thank you, I, uh… thanks.” You said, biting your lip a little and fluttering your eyes.

He smirked as he leaned on the wall above you, caging you a little, though leaving enough room that if you really wanted to leave you could. He was giving you a chance to stop, maybe saving face if he also misinterpreted, this was all up to you.

You chewed your lip as he looked down at you expectantly. Your hands shook a little as they rose and gently rested against the rough fabric of his uniform over his chest. He continued watching you, eyes darkening as you hands wandered over his abdomen, feeling him up a little. He was so firm and a lot more ripped than you had thought. This man was a damn brick house.

You hesitated a little as you got lower, looking up at him for permission as your fingers got to his waistband. He smiled, his hand not propping himself against the wall raising to grasp your smaller ones and gently pushing you lower himself, right over his half hard on.

He huffed hotly as you made contact with him through his pants and you couldn’t help the little whine that escaped your throat. You felt him up, mouth watering a bit at the feel of the size of him, only half hard it was already bigger than the length of your hand. You groped and stroked him through his pants, pulling a few groans from him for the effort, but as he got harder he stopped you.

“Enough of that.” He said a little strained, voice heavy with lust as he patted your greedy hands away.

He stood up a little, no longer leaning over you for a moment as both hands went to undo his belt as your hands rested on his large thighs, you mind momentarily filled with the image of you straddling these thick slabs of meat. When he finally pulled himself from his pants, just as long and thick as you always imagined.You licked your lips and looked up at him, his face red, sweaty and eyes looking at you hungrily, it made you shiver in excitement. Fuck, you wanted him to come undone.

Without any prompting you bent down and kissed his cockhead as you slid onto your knees, earning a breathless word in dutch. You didn’t know what it was, but it sounded endearing and it stroked something inside you. He had to bend his knees a little and haunch over you, leaning his head against the wall, the height difference a little difficult while standing, but it made it all the more hotter in your opinion.

You lavished his hard cock with wet kisses and gentle stroking, going off the amazing noises he was making to get a feel for what he liked as you licked him sloppily. His dick was so hard and hot and beautiful His tasted a bit salty but he smelled really good, like grass and dirt and... chalk? It was a strangely arousing combination.

You smiled up at him as he stared at you, eyes half lidded and face red, looking a little angry and a little delirious. So handsome. Like a wet dream. You trailed a line of kisses from the underside of his base up to his tip, eyes locked with his as your lips got closer to his head, and when you did, you opened your mouth and laid his head on your tongue.

He moaned loudly, his hips canting and slipping through your hold into your mouth a little, dragging another moan out of him as you enveloped his head with your soft mouth. A hand dropped from the wall above you as it weaved itself into your hair. Your tongue swirled around his head, humming with please as he choked a little at the feel and gripped your hair a little harder.

He began to circle his hips a little, his cock slowly leaving and entering your wet mouth, getting a little deeper as he went. You just took it, drooling and moaning as he got deeper and deeper and pulled out less and less. As you got most of him in he stilled to a halt, breathing hard as you swallowed around him, looking at him with eyes full of hot tears with the stretch. Fuck, the feeling of him so deep was glorious, but he hadn’t hilted, and despite the fact he looked about to bust and you were not that sure if you could, you began bobbing your head a little to get farther.

His strangled moans where music to your ears as he didn’t stop your endeavor, burying his head in the crook of his arm against the wall as his other hand still had a tight grip in your hair. Your throat was getting raw as you mouthfucked him and you knew that you were probably depriving yourself with sufficient oxygen, but you didn’t care, the desire to please him much too large.

Finally your nose met the pubes on his groin and he held you still against him, every muscle on his body pulled taut. He was mumbling something, but it didn’t sound like English, or dutch for that matter, just pure breathless gibberish as you felt him pulse in your mouth. You focused on breathing and relaxing around him, brain too scrambled to do much else.

Everything felt so good, your nerves were so sensitive and every little sensation made you shiver in desire. The feeling of your shirt against your chest, of your pants against you groin, of his fingers in your hair, of the feeling of his thighs under your hands, it all felt so good. Fuck, having him in your throat was turning you on so much it felt like you were going to cum from this alone.

Slowly he began to rut into your mouth, using your mouth as his own little fleshlight. Fuck, it was so hot. H was breathing so hard, his thighs twitching under your hands. He was saying something now, dark and needy, spoken like demands or praises but you couldn’t understand him, couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the squelch inside your head of him fucking into your throat.

Your eyes lulled and you just moaned around him, feeling the drool spill onto the front of your shirt as he fucked you to delirium, choking you repeatedly on his cock. Suddenly he held you tight to his base and said the first words to break through the haze of lust since you started,

“Swallow.” He said through grit teeth, like you had any other choice.

The feeling of him twitching in your mouth and spilling his hot cum in the back of your throat triggered your own orgasm, and without any direct stimulation your body was wracked with a full body shiver. Your body flinched against his hold as you felt the thick liquid get forced down, but he held you steady, and before he was finished, he pulled out quickly to squirt the last of himself on your slightly swollen lips and drool covered chin.

You would have been angry if you weren’t so out of it. He hummed with please as you stared up at him through the tears in your eyes, tilting your face up to him so he could see the copious amount of cum on your tongue.

“Swallow.” He said softer than before, out of breath.

You obediently closed your mouth and swallowed, opening it again to show him and he smiled widely, petting your head.

“Goed, goed.” He purred and it made you bristle in happiness in your post orgasm state.

You stayed like that for a while, him petting you and whispering kind words as your mind slowly booted up again. As he got himself presentable again and you cleaned yourself, he helped you back onto your feet and you checked the time on your phone. 2:15? Geez, time really flew by.

You were about to alert him of this when his hand met your lower back as he lead you back toward the entrance hall, “Yes, I know.” He said with a wink.

You were confused until you actually got out and saw through the large glass windows of the entrance the sheets of rain pouring over everything. There was an alert on your phone from the ticket holder,

Delayed Game.

You looked up at him and he smiled smugly, “It seems I have a bit more time before the game.” He said with fake surprise.

“Do you have anything else you’d like to get signed?” He asked, hand still on your lower back as he lead you into the more private area of the stadium.

The fire of desire was lit again and you smiled up at him, “I still have two more shirts.” you say innocently.

He hummed and you felt his thumb rub lightly over your lower spine,

“Well, then, let’s find a pen.”

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