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yanderemommabean · 4 months

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Sooo thinking about gojo who is watching reader through a secret cam everyday. He acts like the sweetest, goofiest guy ever but he is worse.

Gojo just adores when you try to lie to him. It’s a sick thrill he gets, really, knowing what you’re actually up to but asking you to your face regardless, watching as you lie so smoothly through your teeth. He’ll ask what you were up to the night before, maybe even when you decide to “head to bed early” to check in on you, and you lie, say you were tired, say you needed some time to think about work and the upcoming projects.

He knows what you really do though. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to see it to, like you two are bonded in this sense as you share your most intimate fantasies.

The cameras don’t lie, he watches with perverted and rapt attention when he sees the footage of you beginning to slide your cute night shorts down. A bit earlier than your usual nights but if he’s right, last night's indulgence was more to relieve stress than being horny. What a shame…See if you’d let him into your home, into your arms, he’d make sure that stress would be milked out of you session after session. He has quite the stamina you know?

That was earlier this morning when he spent a bit longer getting ready, watching you and your seductive ritual. Now he’s with the group, wondering if any of them know what a needy little minx you actually are, and if they do know, they won’t be around much longer.

He wets his lips, watching your mouth move as you speak to him about what you were going over last night, but all he can picture is how you throw your head back, how your moans sound when desperate and reaching that peak, wondering what you taste like, what you feel like, how you’d claw his back and beg for him to pump you full of his spend so you never forget how he loves you, and how you belong only to him.

“Gojo did you hear me?” “Hmm? Yeah, just thinking it over is all” He comments casually, watching as the others roll their eyes, not believing a word.

You do the same, just more playfully, going back to telling the story of what happened at the gas station last night before you got home. Interesting for sure, it’s not everyday that a fight that big breaks out and it isn’t even curse related, but all he can picture is how your ass looks when you’re on all fours and fingering yourself within an inch of your life, arching and moaning, taunting him to just break his vow and his code.

Honestly, you're a cruel tease, and you don’t even know it. Gojo wants so badly to sink his teeth into your skin, mark everywhere from that tender neck to your sensitive thighs and especially that delicious ass of yours.

He has to will the blood away, feeling his cock filling out and trying to stand erect in his pants.It’ll be fine, when he gets home he’ll just switch to the live feed and watch you, be you lounging around in those sleep pants, cooking and being a cute little chef, or blessing him with yet another show with your body completely bare to his hungry and starving gaze.

“Ugh, Lunch breaks over huh? Well I’ll catch you guys later” Gojo says, standing up and making sure his glasses were perched better on his nose. Oh he wouldn’t waste a second of watching you walk away, that smile, those hips, those legs-They’re all something he wants to claim.

Most importantly, he wants to claim you. And he’s getting there. Maybe he can convince you to accept yet another gift of his? A cute little shower soap holder shaped like a turtle, that of course, does a bit more than bring the room together.

(-Mommabean. Hi! I hope you enjoyed!)

#yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere Gojo #yandere male #yandere JJK #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere prompts #yandere gojo x reader #yandere satoru gojo

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colleendoran · 1 year

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OK, so you are looking at a comic I did back in 1990 that changed my life in so many ways. Not the way you’re thinking of.

It taught me some very important lessons about the comics business, fame, and more importantly, how fame doesn’t rub off. And how having reasonable expectations will keep you centered and on the right path.

Many people don’t internalize this lesson. And now that our industry is no longer just Fandom Culture but is now Celebrity Culture, we see more and more creators with incredibly unrealistic expectations getting into comics, expecting the sun and moon to rise out of whatever they do, and being disappointed and frustrated when they don't.

I got occasional mainstream comics work in the early 1980’s, but I was still looking for my big break years later, especially since a major gig I was working on got shelved forever. I cannot even begin to tell you just how much being out of the eyes of the market for YEARS at a time while you work on a gig - and then the gig never coming out - can absolutely sink your brand.

Nowadays we have social media. Back then, you had no way to be seen if your work wasn’t being published. People forgot about you in about 15 minutes.

So when I got a gig working on Amazing Spider-Man, you bet I was thrilled. And even more thrilled when the darned thing sold like crazy. This issue of Amazing Spider-Man outsold previous Todd MacFarlane issues. And I knew Marvel was looking for a new artist. Huzzah! I outsold Todd! Maybe the new artist should be me!

You can imagine how pleased and excited I was to go to conventions and sign copies of a book that hundreds of thousands of fans bought. It was fun getting my first big lines of fans. I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to push my other works to them as well.

But few Spider-Man fans were interested in my other books. They could not possibly care less about Amethyst: Princess of Gemworld, that’s for sure.

The Spider-Man glow was gone in no time. And Marvel picked Erik Larsen to be the regular artist.

I might as well have never worked on Spider-Man for all the long term good it did. Were it not for that one brief shining moment of royalty check (which was darned good,) it had no effect on my prospects.

While I got more work at Marvel, I was scrambling to make a living and took on too much, doing sub-par art that didn’t please anyone.

I realized pretty quickly that Spider-Man’s fans weren’t my fans. I might as well have been a spark plug on that issue. Fans lined up, got me to sign a book, and forgot about me the next day.

(Yeah I know some people say they love that comic, but I often hear from people who tell me how much they hated my art back then and how much they grew to love it later. Thank you, I’ll take it.)

Anyway, it was all a very tough lesson. But I appreciate that I learned it early before I got to the point where I could never learn it.

Fame isn’t transitive. It doesn’t rub off.

The public needs more than your proximity to something they know to transfer their attention to you and your work.

A lot of people got a taste of this in the early 1990’s. For a while, self-publishing was The Big Thing. I self published A Distant Soil and did well for some years, at one point making more than I could in mainstream comics, until the market crashed in 1996. A lot of creators thought if they just went to Image Comics, they’d all be millionaires.

That didn’t happen for almost all of them.

An old frenemy saw how well I was doing self publishing and assumed that if they just transferred their mainstream comics fan base to their creator owned work, they’d get rich.

But that didn’t happen. Their self-published work sold a fraction of what mine did. Their project died in the red. I never got my art back, including work from an unpublished future issue of the project. I remember being with this creator at a show and enduring their fury at how fans weren’t paying attention to them and their project.

How could this happen? They were a star mainstream creator!

The mainstream cred did not transfer to the other work. The fans wanted the famous characters, not the indie project they were trying to push.

There was no point in explaining this either. I’d learned this lesson myself, but this person never learned it.

Most people never learn it.

How is it that I work on Famous This or with Famous Person and why am I not famous Too?

Because fame isn’t transitive.

I’ve worked on projects that got a lot (and I mean a lot) of buzz, but there are projects that didn’t necessarily set the world on fire that did more for me as an artist and for my finances than “big” projects did.

Reign of the Zodiac and The Book of Lost Souls, both early/mid 2000’s comics with mediocre sales set me on a solid financial footing because they are two of the few regular monthly gigs I’ve done in all my years working in comics. That monthly paycheck paid more than the projects I’d done before them. The financial and emotional stability was beyond price. I loved everything about those projects.

Except for their premature demise.

The one and only famous project that had a major transformative afterglow effect re: me and my work was Sandman. I met Neil Gaiman years before I worked on Sandman, before he was famous. I only worked on two issues. Many other artists were far more important to the project than me, of course. Then I went for nearly twenty years solid without working with Neil at all except on a pinup and short story adaptation of Troll Bridge that almost no one remembers.

I started working with Neil again when he saw some art I did for a book for Tori Amos back in 2008. Tori Amos fans didn’t flock to my side when they saw it, yet another example of how Famous People Fame Doesn’t Rub Off. But I lavished time and attention on the project, did the art on spec with a completely new style and process, and showed it to Neil. I asked Neil if he’d take a chance at working with me again after lo, these many years and let me have a go again at adapting the story Troll Bridge that I’d botched in 1998. Neil said yes.

After The Book of Lost Souls got killed back in 2006, I could barely get arrested in comics and I wasn’t sure I had a future. I was shocked that Neil said yes.

That Tori Amos job reestablished my working relationship with Neil and brought me to Dark Horse Comics, a publisher which had shown little prior interest in my stuff.

It took me years to complete Troll Bridge and during that time, Peter David contacted me to ask if I’d work on Stan Lee’s autobiography. That came out of the blue, and boy did I appreciate it. It sold like crazy, which was unexpected, really.

So I went from Not Being Able to Get Arrested in Comics in 2008, doing 1$ sketch cards and working for page rates I worked for in 1986, to Not Being Able to Remember What I am Doing Because I have Too Much To Do in 2022. I mean literally couldn’t remember I did a pinup for a gig back in February, and I not only forgot about it, I didn’t know it was published last June.

It looks like I had a super fast and fun run up if you’re just looking at my highlight reel. But it wasn’t. I’ve had peaks and valleys, (a few very fine peaks, the best being around 1993 and the other now), and sometimes the “big time” projects I thought would make my career held me back worse than the “small time” ones. “Big time” projects got shelved or came and went, quickly forgotten, and I said no to other projects while I was busy, and the one that got away ended up getting made into a multi-million dollar film franchise that would have set me up for life.

Ow.

If just being next to a famous person or working on a famous project was a guarantor of success, than I’d have been hugely successful every day of my adult life.

That is not how it works.

Even the famous people are not as all that as you think, otherwise you wouldn’t see so many actors with haunted looks on their faces at conventions.

I met Neil before he was famous, but it took over thirty years for me to establish a solid working relationship with him.

Thirty.

Years.

I’ve worked with famous wrestlers, actors, musicians, politicians, a Pulitzer Prize winning author, and on almost every single major licensed character there is. And I’m not super-famous or rich. I mean, I never wanted to be famous in the first place, but I’m not completely unknown in my field, and I’m not poor (anymore). Still, seriously, folks. I’m not going to movie premieres and living in Hollywood.

I actually get asked about that, and I think it’s so funny.

I was watching some recent art auctions, and I was absolutely shocked to see original pages by an Eisner-nominated creator go for rock bottom prices, mainstream interiors at around $50 per page. I could not believe it. This artist is over 40 years old. I wonder if things will turn around for them.

Time will tell.

In the end, it’s not all about the people you’re standing next to. Or the character. Or the company. Or the award. And it's certainly not all about you.

Fans are here for you one minute, and forget about you tomorrow. Then you get $50 for your Eisner nominated art.

Art either takes off or it doesn’t. You either take off or you don’t.

And then you can fly too close to the sun and fall.

Worse yet…you just fade and no one even notices that you crashed beautifully into the surf.

If people knew what the magic formula was, they’d be selling it and everyone would have what they want out of their art life.

But there is no magic formula. There just isn’t.

Everyone wants to be special to someone. Especially artists. Everything you create is special to you.

But it is extremely rare that what you create is as special to others as it is to you. Sometimes artists are just like everyone else.

Here and gone.

Fame and success is not transitive. And they're not forever.

That’s the lesson.

I'm working on Good Omens right now. The Kickstarter pre-sign up news is here. No, it's not an icky newsletter, it will just let you know when the Kickstarter launches.

I have a Patreon. I'm funding the final volume of my space opera A DISTANT SOIL with it, but I won't be working on it again until Good Omens is complete. I have one of the most active and productive Patreons on the site.

I'm also on Twitter and Facebook and Instagram. Not too much though, they are distraction pits.

Make art because you love it. Because the rest...well, good luck. If it happens for you...it happens. And I hope it does.

#comics #neil gaiman #sandman #essays #comics industry #fame #spider man #tori amos

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fritzes · 5 months

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ok, now that I’ve calmed down here are my objective, purely tennis-based observations about the draw:

wta:

swiatek has a really, really rough draw. kenin in round 1 is the worst luck, she’s a former ao champion and she just took out coco in round 1 of wimbledon. in round 2 it’ll be collins or kerber, which isn’t awful especially considering she just beat kerber at the united cup and has only lost to collins once. then she could meet svitolina in the round of 16, who beat her in the wimbledon quarterfinals. and of course, her nemesis ostapenko is lurking in the bottom half of the quarter, but she would have to get past azarenka first which is a tall order at the ao. so yeah, not looking great for iga but it isn’t by any means a lost cause

things aren't looking great for vondrousova either, ever since the us open her results haven't been very good and she's been struggling with injury. her draw looks manageable until the round of 16 on paper, but if her body doesn't hold. up I could see her going out to navarro. in the round of 16 she's probably gonna be stuck with either azarenka or ostapenko, and I don't see her winning either of those matches

ajla tomljanovic is also in this nightmare quarter, and we could see her beef with ostapenko get rehashed in the second round. if that match does happen though, it depends on ostapenko's level, not tomljanovic's. if she's on, ajla doesn't really have a chance, but if she has an off day then its anyone's match. ajla could single-handedly save iga's sanity

rybakina/pliskova as a first round matchup is really interesting, there's way less "servebots" in the wta than the atp and yet two of them are against each other in the first round. I think pliskova's movement (or lack thereof) will sink her, elena should win this match pretty easily. she has a pretty good draw, I don't think there's anyone in her half of the quarter that can really pose a threat

the bottom half of rybakina's quarter is really interesting. pegula vs zheng is the projected round of 16 match, but if raducanu can stay injury free (and that's a BIG if) she might be able to make a deep run. I don't think she's gonna get past zheng, but there's a chance. if zheng/pegula does happen, it's probably going to be a very close match

daria kasatkina is also in this quarter. she's really good at playing to her seed, and I think that's what will happen here. I don't think she'll lose before the round of 16, but I don't think she'll beat rybakina

the projected semifinal of swiatek vs rybakina has a lot of potential, but they have to get there first. honestly I'm really confident in elena making the semis but iga is going to have a much tougher time

and now to the third quarter, which is completely ridiculous. gauff vs sakkari is the projected quarterfinal, but in this quarter we also have: linette (who was a semifinalist last year), wozniacki, haddad maia, garcia, osaka, and fernandez

that being said, gauff has a pretty decent draw. her first big challenge is potentially fernandez in the fourth round. they’ve only played each other once at the french open juniors, which coco won. I think coco will win this match because, especially now with her improved forehand, she’s a lot more well-rounded and complete than leylah. of course, there is the possibility of osaka in the round of 16. if she gets past garcia (who has been in a bit of a slump lately) I think naomi can absolutely get there, which will be a major challenge for both her and coco

as for the top half of this quarter, I’m going to make a bold prediction and say haddad maia is going to be a quarterfinalist. sakkari is the projected quarterfinalist, but her mental block at grand slams is definitely holding her back. she lost in the first round of the last three slams she played, and while I think she can make a bit of a dent here I don��t think she’ll go that far (I would love to be wrong). I don’t think wozniacki and linette will get past haddad maia either

sabalenka couldn’t have asked for a better draw. there is no one I can see that could maybe pose a threat until samsonova in the round of 16, but even then I think aryna can handily win that match. in the quarterfinals she will most likely play jabeur or krejcikova, both of which are winnable matches. honestly, aryna’s biggest opponent in this quarter is herself. she's dealing with the pressure of defending a grand slam title for the first time ever, and it’s definitely possible that the mental side could make her game worse. this is absolutely aryna’s quarter to lose

for the top half of the quarter, it’s probably going to be jabeur vs krejcikova in the round of 16, unless andreeva manages to pull of a massive upset. both of them have the potential to beat sabalenka in the quarterfinals (especially ons), but if aryna plays like she did last year I don’t think they’ll beat her

the projected semifinal is a rematch of the us open final, which could definitely give coco the edge because aryna will probably be thinking about that match (and how she lost it from a set up). that being said, either of them can win it, I think they’re pretty even in terms of level right now

interesting round 1 matches: swiatek/kenin, kerber/collins, rybakina/pliskova, linette/wozniacki, garcia/osaka, samsonova/anisimova, vekic/pavlyuchenkova

atp:

oh boy this first quarter is… something. at first glance, it looks like djokovic is going to win. and yes, djokovic is probably going to win this quarter. I honestly think that the person with the best chance against him here is ben shelton. he lost in straight sets at the us open, but I feel like he’s improved so much since then and I do think it’s possible. is it probable? absolutely not, and all logic points to novak djokovic winning this quarter

the bottom half of the quarter can be anyone’s. tsitsipas is projected to win, but he’s been struggling with a back injury that seems really serious, and drawing berrettini first round definitely isn’t helping. I don’t think tsitsipas is going to make the quarterfinals, but there isn’t really a clear person to take his place. any one of berrettini, fritz, or musetti could be a quarterfinalist and that would make perfect sense. if berrettini is in form, a deep run absolutely isn’t out of the question, but I’m not sure if he’s going to be at his best. fritz, by all means, should be able to make the quarterfinals, but his mental block at slams is very real. he did make the quarterfinals at the us open so that probably helps, but knowing his grand slam history I don’t have a lot of confidence in him getting to the quarters. musetti has been so insanely up-and-down lately that I don’t even know what his chances are. if we’re getting the lorenzo that has beaten djokovic, then he can absolutely make the quarterfinals but if we’re getting the lorenzo from any tournament in the second half of last season, it’s not gonna happen

this is jannik sinner’s quarter to lose. if he retains the form of his life from the end of last season, then there isn’t a single person in this quarter he should lose to. now, it’s been a while since the davis cup and obviously form wears off. plus, his history in best-of-five matches isn’t great, and the lot of the hype around jannik is very much due to recency bias (I say this as someone who is absolutely biased towards him). still, his draw looks pretty open and he should be able to take advantage of that

the projected quarterfinalist is rublev, who has never won a grand slam quarterfinal, jannik has a winning record against him. in all honestly, I think it’s more likely that de minaur will make the quarterfinals. he just had an insane run at the united cup, he’s finally in the top 10, and he has the crowd behind him. however, he is 0-6 against sinner and it’s unlikely that he can beat him. however, it is worth noting that before beijing, jannik was 0-6 against medvedev and is now 3-6 against him, so anything can happen

the projected semifinal: sinner vs djokovic. this will be the big test for sinner: can he beat djokovic in best-of-five? I honestly don’t know the answer (I know what I want the answer to be of course, but I’m trying to be realistic). djokovic is definitely the favorite, but I wouldn’t count jannik out at all

let's just call the third quarter what it is: chaos

the projected winner is medvedev, and all things considered this is a pretty great draw for him. he’s always really good at the ao and not very upset-prone unless he’s playing korda, who isn’t in his quarter this year. his first challenge will most likely be dimitrov in the round of 16, and then either hurkacz or rune in the quarterfinals. dimitrov will be a really hard matchup for him considering the form he’s in, and dimitrov won their last meeting. that being said, grigor isn’t always the best at dealing with pressure against players ranked higher than him, and I think medvedev will use that to his advantage. for the quarterfinals, both rune and hurkacz have the potential to beat him (especially hurkacz, the fast courts will really help him out) but medvedev is definitely still the favorite

like I said, the other quarterfinalist is probably going to be rune or hurkacz, but I could see fils, safiullin, and maybe even shapovalov making deep runs. I think if rune’s stamina holds up it’ll probably be him, and we have yet to see him play at a grand slam with his ridiculous coaching lineup so who knows

and now the last quarter. much like sinner, this is alcaraz's quarter to lose. I think the biggest issue for him could be paul in the round of 16, but when you compare carlos’ matches against paul in toronto and cincy, it’s clear that he learned from the loss and I think he can definitely win that match. either of the likely quarterfinalists shouldn’t trouble him too much: he just beat zverev at the us open, and ruud has never beaten him. ever. this is a really good draw for him and if he can capitalize on it he can easily make the semifinals

the top half of this quarter is all going to depend on which casper ruud shows up. if we get the ’22-23 roland-garros and ’22 us open casper ruud, then I have full confidence in him making the quarterfinals. if we get the casper ruud from pretty much any other grand slam, then he’s. Probably going to lose to purcell in the second round. if he isn’t in-form, then unfortunately zverev will most likely be the quarterfinalist, I just can’t see lehecka or norrie taking him out

I don’t think I can even predict the projected semifinal. alcaraz and medvedev are 1-1 in grand slam semifinals. this is arguably medvedev’s best slam, but we haven’t really seen prime alcaraz at the australian open since he was injured last year. either of them could win this and I wouldn’t be surprised

interesting round 1 matches: murray/etcheverry, mannarino/wawrinka, shelton/bautista agut, tsitsipas/berrettini, tiafoe/coric, de minaur/raonic, safiullin/griekspoor, auger-aliassime/thiem, sonego/evans

#here's the big long analysis I was talking about #I didn't proofread this at all so if I messed up no I didn't #also you can see my focus deteriorating as the list goes on so sorry to the bottom half of the men's draw I was barely trying by the end #tennis #wta #atp #australian open #pre-match writeups

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mayashesfly · 5 months

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Lucio (and his dad) Headcanons

He lives in the same house as his extended family. Grandma, grandma, aunts, uncles, cousins, you name it. They're all together under one big roof.

Lucio is an only child, but since he's one of the oldest in the family, he takes up the responsibility of being one of the eldest for his cousins.

Almost everyone in the neighborhood knows him because of how much he plays with the children and entertaining them, as well as ensuring their safety sometimes when they're on the streets.

While he's a pretty responsible and athletic kid, he has trouble staying still and focusing in class when he has nothing to do. Frequently, tapping his feet or his fingers to a rhyme when he can't busy his hands enough. And even humming and drumming a beat with his pencil a few times. It got him in trouble a few times for disturbing the class, but he just can't easily stop his stimming.

Unfortunately, he's not very good at class and in school, except for PE. But his parents try to reassure him that it's alright, even if his other cousins are doing better in school.

Lucio is actually pretty great at cooking, having helped out his mom in the kitchen a few times. He knows his favorite recipes by heart, though there had been times he forgets what to do next.

He appreciates having a friend around to remind him what to do next when that happens, especially if you don't want an accidentally slightly burnt dinner.

When he left Rio to join Overwatch, his mother gave him a copy of the family's recipe book. Just so he can make his family's food whenever he wants or gets homesick.

He also helped around alot in his dad's workshop. Bringing him tools and materials as music from a repaired radio rang throughout the workshop. Colors vibrating through the walls as he watched and listened to his dad working on his new project. Hearing the wonderful ideas his bright mind made.

He learned alot about engineering from him, and while he won't reach his dad's height. He could definitely tinker a thing or two around there. He adjusted the tech he "stole" from Vishkar to help people instead of repress them after all. And he made the technology he used for his Synaesthesia Auditiva concert.

I am 100% sold on the idea that Lucio has chromesthesia after reading this amazing post.

While he states that the album was inspired by people in Brazil, it makes sense as an artist for him to express a part of himself and his identity through his music. Thus, the title of his album and how he structured the performance of his music for the concert. His audience not only just being able to listen to the music but also feel and see it as deeply as he can.

He didn't learn he was different until his dad made an off comment about how some people can see colors when they hear music while they were working in the workshop, the radio still playing music. And Lucio nonchalantly replied, "Well, yeah! Ofcourse they do!" as he was scurrying through his dad's tools.

His father had to take a moment to realize his son actually experienced such a thing. And when it finally sinked in that his son had chromesthesia, his reaction was priceless

Some time during his teenager years, he ended up in an accident. There had been a few construction materials scattered everywhere on a street and a little girl was about to be crushed by the unstable debris falling on her if Lucio didn't intervene and pushed her out of the way in time.

His legs ended up getting crushed. While the rest of the neighbors who saw the accident quickly ran to call for help and alert Lucio's parents, trying to help get him out.

While his legs were thankfully not too harmed that he had to get an amputation and use prosthetics, he had been partially paralyzed to his waist and down and had to use leg braces.

(Gives a whole new deeper meaning about his New Year's Resolution being about giving every kid new skates in a way)

His father made him some personalized ones in his freetime. Though he does use a wheelchair sometimes too, especially when he was first recovering.

While his father loves his home, he has to admit that someone has to clear the streets to make it safer.

His dad worked for Vishkar even before they got to Rio, working at home and taking scheduled trips to Vishkar headquarters to present his work. He only started working a normal full time job once Vishkar moved in.

He believed in the company's vision for a better world while also keeping the culture and traditions. He just didn't realize how grueling Vishkar actually is until they were towering over his home.

The hardlight skates Lucio wears was a personal project his dad did as a prototype to experiment how hardlight technology could be used for movement, having his son's love for rollerskating in mind. Teleporters and hardlight structures were good. But imagine if architects could walk safely on walls while constructing, and were able to move more freely.

If hardlight technology can be achieved and light is a wave, is it possible that sound-based technology can be achieved because sound is also a wave? While the two are different, there are similarities. So who's to say sound-based technology can't be achieved?

Lucio's hair was dyed yellow by his cousins in his Overwatch 1 skin because they wanted to help him get ready for a concert. The color had long since faded from its vibrancy by time, but he didn't have the heart to touch it up unless his cousins wanted to do it. It's just not the same as a professional hairstylist.

His cousins were also the ones to gift him the ridiculous Rudolph nose-glasses that he wears in his Christmas emote. That emote had been his exact reaction to the gift, earning alot of laughs from his cousins as he flaunted the wonderful present proudly.

But not without nuzzling his red nose reindeer towards his cousins once until they laugh from being tickled.

Unfortunately, during the time he was fighting Vishkar and for freedom with his community, he almost got rolled because someone grabbed him by his long locs and pulled him harshly. He was able to disengage and win that fight. But after that, he decided that he had to keep his hair short so his long hair won't be taken advantaged of again during a fight. Who knows what would've happened if he didn't react quickly enough?

The "long hair" we see from Lucio's Overwatch 2 skin that changes from green to yellow are pretty much hair extensions that changes colors. They hold onto his head strong enough that they don't fly off when he's moving quickly, but if you pull at them hard enough, they'll pop off so he can safely escape. The hair extensions are grey when they're powered off. Or been hacked. Though in the case of Sombra, a few purple flickers does appear in the hair extensions.

Also yes, his leg braces/hardlight skates can be hacked by Sombra.

Before Invasion, alot of us thought Lucio's dad possibly died because people kept bringing him up in past tense. But now that we have confirmation that he's alive thanks to his email to Overwatch, I propose:

After he made the core technology and the prototype of the hardlight skates and bits of the sonic technology that was patented and owned by Vishkar, he ended up getting into an accident while he was going home and ended up in a coma.

He was comatosed in the hospital for a while as his son rallied the people against Vishkar and made plans to crumble their control bit by bit, and he only woke up some time before the events of Invasion.

He's still recovering when he wrote that email.

#may asher rambles #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lucio #lucio correia dos santos #headcanons

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fiesty-fishbiscuit · 11 months

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who is ash

oh boy. oh crikey crackers. who ISNT ash is what you should be asking.

ok so basically yeah ash, aka dr. ashleigh reid, is a character who first showed up as a boss fight in the game titanfall 2, and then ended up getting increasingly plot relevant in the spinoff, apex legends, until she became a playable character in november 2021.

to speedrun you through her lore basically all u need to know is:

she STARTED OFF as ur run of the mill human who was born in a particularly shitty bit of space in the early 27th century. She spent some of her life doing assorted illegal shit like idk fighting stuff.... drug stuff.... et cetera... also she was a scientist bc multitasking queen. also her brother died when he was rlly young remember that ok its important for later.

ANYWAYS she gets hired by these mercenaries called the apex predators (yes, like apex legends, its a whole thing) to basically be assistant to this astrophysicist called dr. mary somers because the outlands (another, nearby bit of space) is on the brink of an energy crisis, mary is one of the people trying to avert this and something something profit. quite how this employment happened we do not currently know, im just assuming that the apex predators are players of 6d multiverse time travel chess for the time being.

anyways, a few years pass, she and mary end up becoming close tm. they work out that the branthium (brand new energy resource) is obtainable from a black hole so ashleigh offers to accompany her on the trip to retrieve it and mary just agrees without a second thought bc. yeah.

So they get there. mary goes off in the little shuttle thing which is connected to a tether to the main ship. after she sends the branthium through the tether to the ship, ashleigh just. hits the convenient "tether disconnect" button and voila, she is now Branthium Expert No.1 in the whole outlands.

Twelve years pass. progress is slow, more scientists are recruited for the project, ashleigh also ends up being a sort of mentor figure to mary's son (newton) who wants to be a scientist to 1) save the outlands and 2) figure out if marys still out there (more on that in a bit.) also he thinks ashleigh is like The coolest person ever, especially when he tags along when she goes to the gym and sees her training w weapons and stuff and then like, guilt trips his grandma into getting him some cool nunchucks???? slay.

oh yeah did i mention that newton was the same age when the black hole incident happened as ashleighs brother when he died? yeah let that sink in.

he actually gives her the nunchucks which she literally holds onto forever which is pretty sweet.

anyways eventually ashleigh and the other scientists work out how to refine the branthium, but just when things seem to be going soo well for the outlands ashleigh brings all the apex predator mercenaries to attack the lab and seize the branthium.

unfortunately, the scientists made the robot that they made to help them in the refinery good at fighting. and the one scientist who always thought ashleigh was super sus ends up impaling her, and her mission fails, and she dies!! the outlands is saved.

actually i lied! ashleighs not dead. in the titanfall universe, you can get your mind conveniently shunted into a robot (technically called a simulacrum if you want to be fancy) to handily cheat death! this comes with the minor drawbacks:

1) losing some memories

2) youre completely incapable of perceiving yourself as a simulacrum, and your programming literally filters out any mention that you hear/see of what you actually are

so things go a little funky for ashleigh, and what ends up happening is all the bits of her that are good at surviving and whatnot make it through to the sim version, and all the rest gets tucked away in a dormant bit of her mind.

the sim persona is known as ash.

she works for the apex predators doing mercenary stuff piloting titans around (big cool mechs) and also doing some minor torture during this one war by pitting enemy pilots against murder robots for what she says is testing efficiency but really she just really likes watching things kill each other.

shes killed for the second time by this guy called jack cooper who is fighting against the people who hired the predators to back them up in the war.

then she's rebuilt.

then shes dismantled again by her old boss and he throws her head into another dimension.

then decades later some bloodsport competitors from the outlands put her head back together because of a whole drama im not getting into now, because the people who run the outlands want the access codes to olympus (that city she did science in that one time) because they want to hold their bloodsport there. then they put her in a bin.

and guess who scoops her up.

the robot she came up with 75 years ago to help in the refinery i SHIT YOU NOT. because she lives with him and he thinks theyre friends, he calls her his girlfriend.

ash is not happy with this.

she doesnt have any memories, but she gets back her sim ones when her old boss swings by to say hi and tell her that her old friend is back (👀) and then she kinda fucks off for a few months to set up a fighting arena for her own amusement.

This fighting arena gets a bit compromised when this really awful old man puts some murder death vines on olympus for another drama im not getting into now. ash goes to complain to one of the bloodsport competitors, an astrophysicist, and then like some debris falls and she saves her from dying and then she talks about her family a bit even tho she doesnt rlly remember why?? and then she is kinda nostalgic again with the astrophysicist later even tho again. only has her sim memories at this point.

UNTIL and this is where things get funky.

there is a way to get the human memories back for relatively new sims, and that is to say a specific code at them. and someone now has an interest in doing this, because she thinks that ash actually used to be her best friend?

yeah so i actually lied again! marys not dead either, she escaped the black hole and is now competing in a bloodsport in the 28th century to fund her time travel research because time dilation.

anyways mary wakes her up but things go a bit wrong because ash ash and the original ashleigh personality dont recombine???? ash actually thinks that being a sim is GREAT now that she knows she is one, but this just makes her hate the human bits of her (who goes by leigh, by the way) because shes Not Perfect tm. she also goes Ohhhh THATS what blisk meant by an old friend... which is pretty funny all things considered

now ash is in the bloodsport basically just because she wants to prove shes better than anyone and she also really really wants to get rid of leigh.

her main idea for achieving this is for some reason finding and destroying the sword that impaled and killed her? she does it but its doesn't really do anything lol. she also pushes the granddaughter of the woman who killed her off a tower but this hasnt been addressed in a year and a half so. yeah.

and thats kind of all her lore for now. So Now You Know.

also @rosamsdump hehee

#thanks for the ask!#like. THANKS this was therapeutic to me

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Genya-san Can't Communicate

A new boy has caught Tanjiro's eye. Is this the end of Genya's first love?

Genya is just a little shook right now. He’s gone pale and his hands shake. Tanjiro keeps staring at him with that same worried look. Like he didn’t just drop that bomb on him. He’s standing in the kitchen in his mother’s apartment. Not really the best for this conversation if this is really happening. Tanjiro had mentioned it so easy, while he kneaded bread. I think I have a crush on someone. He’d offered it up, bright-eyed and with a big smile, Genya could feel the love radiating off of him. It makes his stomach knot and his heart sink.

“Um. Are we breaking up?”

“Oh! Oh no. Absolutely not.” Genya watches Tanjiro’s face morph into one of genuine distress, like he can’t believe Genya would think such a thing, let alone say it.

Okay? Cool.

“Uhhhhh, so...did you just wanna let me know or?” Genya asks, looking over at the timer for their second batch of bread.

“I want you to meet him.” Tanjiro says through a mouthful of bread

“Your crush?” He thought this would be a lot more awkward. Leave it to Tanjiro to barrel through.

“Yeah! We’ve been talking for a while. Nothing weird, just getting to know each other. I like him and I think you’ll like him a lot too. So I wanted to know if you’d be willing to meet him? Like if you were comfortable with that.”

“Your crush?” Somehow he feels like he’s intruding.

“Yeah, we talk about you all the time and he said he wanted to meet you! So I told him I’d ask you if we could all hang out.” Tanjiro splits his bread, offering the other half to Genya. He takes it. It’s warm in his hand as he watches Tanjiro.

“Like a date?” Genya asks, taking a chunk out of his bread. His stomach has settled a little. It’s cute that Tanjiro likes to brag about him to anyone and everyone willing to listen.

“Not a date, just hanging out. Just to see what you think about him.” Tanjiro says, leaning onto Genya’s shoulder.

Genya leans back onto the counter, focusing on the weight of the boy next to him. He thought this would be a lot more awkward. He thought he’d be a lot angrier and more insistent that this not happen. But Tanjiro’s arm is wrapped around his bicep and he looks so comfortable while he’s eating his bread. He’s close and warm and staring him down looking for any signs of discomfort and disagreeableness. He seems like he’s still with Genya.

It’s hard to find a reason to say no. He doesn’t really mind it at all. A date with Tanjiro’s crush.

“Knowing you he probably already knows you like ‘im.” Genya muses, tearing another chunk out of the bun Tanjiro handed him.

Tanjiro’s laugh almost drowns out the buzz off the timer.

“Probably.” he says, taking the bread out of the oven

Genya opens the door, taking out the bread and moving to it on the counter

“He’s not a weirdo or anything is he?” Genya asks, with an oven mitt full of hot pan.

“No! He’s nice, I made sure!”

“I don’t know. You know a bunch of weirdos…”

Genya sets the bread pan on the counter, watching the steam rise. He’d made up his mind a while ago, but it’s always cute to see Tanjiro pout.

“Including you.” he prods, leaning into Genya’s space. “Especially you.”

Genya throws a scowl in Tanjiro’s direction. He is completely and totally normal. Compared to all of Tanjiro’s weirdo friends. What kind of disease is beating people up in your sleep anyway? At least do it while you’re awake.

“If he’s so cool and normal why do you want him to me a big weirdo like me?” Genya drags Tanjiro to the couch, plopping down and pulling Tanjiro down with him.

“Because we’re two halves of a whole weirdo!” Tanjiro lays his head on Genya’s chest, fiddling around with the strings of his hoodie

Embarrassing. He lights up, red as a stoplight.

“Then I guess it's fine.” Genya smothers him in his chest, pressing his hand into the lazy curl of his hair.

Tanjiro struggles, fighting his way out of Genya’s grip. He looks happy. Smiling wide and relieved that Genya obliged him so easily.

“I’ll text him and see if he has plans tonight.” Tanjiro says draping himself over Genya’s lap and pulling out his phone “Maybe we should have waited to make the bread.”

Genya makes a noncommittal noise somewhere in the back of his throat, gathering up Tanjiro in his arms and picking him up bridal style.

“He’ll be alright.” Don’t want this asshole gettin’ too comfortable.

“Right! We can just make more.” Tanjiro’s tapping away on his phone. Genya can here chat bubble after chat bubble rise. It’s not nearly as nerve wracking he thought. Tanjiro cuddles closer leaning into the heat bubbling up through Genya’s shirt. “Do you think your mom will mind him coming here?”

“Probably not. So long as we're quiet, I ‘spose.” Genya says, setting Tanjiro in the middle of his crossed legs.

“We should still let her know first…anyway he said he’d come after he’s done studying.”

“Study? It’s break ain’t it? Where are you findin’ these geniuses anyway?”

“He’s a first year where I study apparently.”

“Apparently?” Genya asks pulling out his phone to text his mother.

“I don’t see him often. We meet up in the cafeteria. He’s got a different major.”

“What is it?”

“Pre-med!”

Genya can feel the irritation he’s been looking for bubbling up. He can’t believe Tanjiro’s been talking to some hot pre-med student. He pinches Tanjiro’s cheeks, squeezing and stretching it until it hurts.

“Have I ever seen this guy before?”

Tanjiro jitters, massaging his cheeks.

“I think so! We take selfies together all the time!”

Genya hums, letting all his weight rest on Tanjiro’s back.

“Nap time?”

Genya nods.

Tanjiro’s pre-med friend should be here any second. Over the course of nap time, Genya somehow got added into The Group Chat to end all group chats. Tanjiro has been non stop sending texts to this guy, Genya had to scold him at least once. The dude’s trying to study. Let him be great. The other guy has been quiet studious. Rarely replying and when he does it's full of kaomojis and proper punctuation. Apparently there’s an app for that. Genya hasn’t joined in on the conversation and quite frankly doesn’t have the guts to. He doesn’t have a name and at this point he’s too afraid to ask, he might’ve missed it earlier when Tanjiro asked him to meet this dude. About 30 minutes ago this med student said he was switching trains and now Genya waits with the worst scary movie he could find. He feels like he should change out of his PJs, at least try to make a good impression. For Tanjiro’s sake, but he also can’t bring himself to care. He’s never met this guy anyway. He may never see him again after this.

Either way he has pizza, all his siblings are in bed, and his pajama pants are soft and a present from Tanjiro, so it's fine. Tanjiro’s the one who has to go and get him anyway. His mind has been wandering, he’s got medical school money, and Tanjiro’s got a thing for big guys. He’s probably hot. Tall and built just like him. It’s kinda exciting. As long as Tanjiro is still with him he doesn’t mind another piece being thrown in the mix. But they need to establish who the hot one is. Just in case.

The knock is so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it. Polite, obviously comes from money with those manners. Notifications ring out, Pre-Med is on the other side of the door.

“You’re not gonna answer your own door?”

Genya keeps prodding his back with the ball of his foot

“You’re the worst!”

Surely Tanjiro understands this is for the best. Pre-med needs a friendly face to greet him. Genya isn’t the easiest dude to look at, he might run off after all that.

The first thing he hears is Tanjiro greet him, excited and familiar, but still polite. Then the click of door, and he stands to get ready to give a proper tour of his mother’s apartment.

“This is Genya!” Tanjiro says, running over to stand next to him. He grabs Genya’s hand, pulling his arm to rest around his shoulder. Genya turns to greet Mr. Pre-Med.

“Eve—” there’s approximately no one there. Mr. Pre-Med isn’t tall at all, he’s actually very small. Small and cute. Just a little shorter than Tanjiro and practically swimming in the big, beige sweater he’s wearing. His eyes are big and he looks happy to be there, if just a little fearful. Round face, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. He is also coming closer. Or he is going closer to him. Tanjiro is no longer with him, pulling him forward to greet Mr. Pre-Med.

“Genya, this is Senjuro! He likes scary movies, but he scares easily so keep an eye out for him!”

Senjuro is smiling at him, looking up at him. He’s cute.

“Hello!” Senjuro sounds quite peppy, a little quiet, but peppy.

Genya freezes. Locks up and turns bright red. This guy is just the right size to lay his head on his chest. He’s wearing tights with that big ass sweater. He’s absolutely adorable.

Senjuro looks to Tanjiro, who’s looking directly at Genya, realization slowly dawning on him.

“Um...it’s nice to meet you.” Senjuro bows politely, self-consciously. His legs a slender, he is probably very slender underneath his big ass sweater. His socks have dogs on them.

Shit.

Genya turns on a heel, preparing to put everyone out his damn house. He can’t do this. He’s already embarrassed himself. He’s forfeited Tanjiro to the cute pre-med student.

“Oh……….Genya………That is adorable.”

Tanjiro won’t shut the hell up. His laughter is loud and raucous and Senjuro looks so confused and terrified that he’s the butt of a terrible, horrible joke.

“Um…” Senjuro looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

Tanjiro comes through quick, barely containing his laughter as he guides Senjuro to sit on the couch.

“Senjuro-kun, Genya thi——” Genya crushes the last few words under his palm, clamping a hand around his mouth and the ugly laughter is back. Spilling through the cracks between his fingers. Tanjiro licks a long, wet line over the palm of Genya’s hand. He scrambles behind Senjuro, keeping him between Genya and himself. Genya can barely look in Senjuro’s direction, let alone barrell through him to get to Tanjiro. It’s dirty, but Senjuro must know the truth. If they don’t want this to be awkward. Genya stays red, plopping down on the floor and staying there.

“Senjuro-kun,” Tanjiro whispers it, sweetly, but conspiratorial “Genya has a bit of a problem with cute people. He’s shy and it gets hard for him to speak. So please be patient with him.”

Senjuro lights up, full of understanding and patience. Genya can hear him taking a deep breath, like he’s steeling himself to speak to him. He’s too damn cute. Between this one and Tanjiro. He won’t survive the movie, let alone the night. It’s not too late for him to change it. To a comedy or, better yet, a documentary, something boring that no one will laugh at or get scared over or—

“Genya-san,” Senjuro says, resting a hand on his shoulder, it’s small and soft. “I’m the same, so we can work on it together. Let’s do our best.” Genya turns to him and laid upon the angelic face of Senjuro is a small, reassuring smile and a thumbs up. Tanjiro hums in agreeance next to him, sweet and playful, chin resting on Genya’s waist.

He is not going to make it.

Lay him to rest. Cause of death: Sweet Boys.

#gensentan #genya shinazugawa #tanjiro kamado #rengoku senjuro #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #kny au #modern au #fluff

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Hii! It’s great to see that you’re back! I’ve really enjoyed your writing for TGAA characters! Would it be ok to request Sholmes and Barok reacting to their S.O getting hurt and they blame it on themselves?(like Sholmes inventions/something during investigation hurts their s.o and someone hurts Barok’s s.o bc of their association with him?) sorry this is so long!

hiya franziska (love your name omg) ! thanks for the request ! this definitely made me feel a bit sad, but i got some sweets to munch on now to cheer me up lnvbdhehd.... sometimes these 30 something year olds can have an iron grip on your heart. i hope you enjoy !

content warning: includes some mentions of blood and cuts ! especially in barok's part ! also tgaa 2 spoilers in barok's part !

sherlock and barok's s/o gets hurt and blames themselves

sherlock

"pass me that screwdriver, love ?"

"oh yeah, here you go."

the day was spent indoors, you were helping sherlock with another invention of his by giving him the appropriate tools. the blonde was too stuck in his work to realise something.

sherlock had realised that his desk had become cluttered with tools, so naturally he had to get rid of some, giving some to you to mind for a while.

a soldering iron was being used, sherlock told that you should be careful around it and never poke at it without the proper knowledge on how to use it. you nodded and squinted at the thing he was soldering.

you leaned back in your chair, arm resting comfortably on the edge of sherlock's desk. you closed your eyes until you felt a sharp, burning sensation in your forearm. turns out sherlock had misplaced the soldering tool and placed it right beside your arm. hissing through your teeth, sherlock noticed and gasped.

"oh dear heavens ! i do apologise my dear.. here, let me-" the blonde whisked you to the sink in the kitchen, leaving you with your arm underneath the running tap for a second as he fished out the first aid kit.

"oh dear, i'm so sorry.. it's all my fault for not looking where i was putting it !" sherlock almost wailed, hearing your winces of pain as he treated you damn near brought him to tears. after he bandaged your arm, he grabbed you in a big hug, kissing your head and stroking your hair.

by now the pain had gone away a bit and became more easy to deal with. though you felt sherlock's gaze pierce through your skull. you might want to check on him... he might be worse than you.

this was the first time you got hurt by something he did, and it was the absolute worst. he never attempted to go back to his project for the rest of the day he was that worried.

"uhm... sherlock, are you alr-"

"it was all my fault ! i'm truly horrible, aren't i... you poor thing..." he sniffled and hugged you. he just spent the whole evening holding you. you on his lap, it definitely wasn't the worst thing that could happen. you smirked and cuddled into your lover.

hurting you by accident again might result in you being coddled, but in this case he's quick to wrap your injury in bandages and hold you then and there. he lets his evening go by more quieter than expected, but he definitely needed the break, and what other way to spend it with you ?

carefully looks over you if you're doing something that may result in injury. mr overprotective comes out even when you're cutting up produce for lunch as he hugs you from behind.

barok

if he saw you hurt because of him, he'd be so devastated. this man knows the dangers of being in a relationship all too well and has had nightmares about this sort of thing happening. he would absolutely hate it if his nightmare became reality.

barok would take extra care of you if you both were going home and it was quite dark. he's practically stuck to you like a magnet.

it was a particularly cold night in london, barok was taking you home as quick as he could. there was no available omnibuses or carriages so he had to settle on walking with you, secure to his waist with an iron grip, watching every direction like a hawk.

he always kept his rapier on him at all times, just in case he was caught up in an ambush. the sudden breeze made you shiver, barok instinctively hugging you closer to him for warmth. his guard was down and a gunshot rang through the streets, hitting a gas lamp and startling the two of you.

your breaths hitched, wriggling inside barok's grip as he turned around. he let you go, desperately wanting you to be safe and sound.

"run. get home safe," was all he said before more gunshots blasted in your eardrums. you were hesitant, but your flight response kicked in and you ran as far as you could. you didn't turn back but you could hear the sounds of a blade colliding with flesh and choked back a sob, you didn't want barok to die there!

as you were about to hide behind a corner, a bullet whizzed past you, slightly grazing your skin. it was enough to knock you down though, a scream echoing throughout the night. luckily, barok was almost done with the goons.

he eyeballed the one who shot at you and tightened his grip on the handle of his rapier. he ran to them, slashing them in the legs and grabbed their gun, aiming it at them before running back to you.

the blood was oozing through your fingers, you felt faint and gasped for air with tears streaming down your face. barok called your name and knelt down beside you, frantically looking everywhere on his person to try and find something that could block the bleeding. he untied his cravat and wrapped it around your wound, tight enough to soak up the blood.

"love, love listen to me. you'll be okay, you'll be okay." barok had tears now streaming from his face, a rare sight indeed. he never felt such strong emotions in god knows how long. he put his rapier back in its sheath and carried you, rushing to the nearest infirmary, all while he tried to calm you down, telling you that it would be okay and that you would get care immediately.

he'd stay with you until he had to part ways so that you could get the treatment you needed. but you can bet that he'll be there in the waiting room, pacing back and forth with immense guilt pulsating through his veins.

he's the first thing you see when you wake up, holding your hand with a smile on his face, another rarity...

he will buy you new books to pass the time during your stay, sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night to see him sitting beside you, slumped over to the side, book drooping in his grasp and a soft expression on his face. it's the cutest thing ever but if he were to know he would deny it to all hell.

luckily your stay at the infirmary was a short one and got to leave with barok by your side, still holding you close to his side. but this time, his fingers slightly grip into your waist a bit tighter than usual even though it was broad daylight. he would never want anything like that to happen again.

#the great ace attorney #dai gyatuken saiban #dgs sherlock holmes x reader #the great ace attorney x reader #herlock sholmes #herlock sholmes x reader #dgs barok van zieks x reader #dai gyakuten saiban x reader #dai gyakuten saiban sherlock

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Part 3 of Sweet Chariot has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Since it’s Scott’s week, I’m trying to motivate myself to write it out.

Jeff and Colonel Casey are having a little chat (because they probably need to). It’s about life, loss, IR... and Scott (of course).

DREAMS - Bit 1

‘Please, don’t tell me there’s a baby monitor involved?’

Several GDF officers, Colonel Casey including, were forever branded with an image of a much, much younger Jeff Tracy, wild-eyed and wild-haired, showing up in a video-conference call with a then-ill baby Scott hoisted to his shoulder, claiming he couldn’t hear the baby breathe on the monitor. He also didn’t figure out the baby sling in time for the call. Val never let him live that down. The video recording was stashed away for blackmail purposes ever since. Over the past eight years, after a really grim day, Val Casey would whip it out sometimes, just to make the darkness retreat a bit.

‘The next best thing’ - he chuckled in amusement at the memory, but it came out thin.

John set him up (set all of them up) with a vitals feed to his wrist-comm and Jeff had the door to Scott’s bedroom slightly ajar. He would hear his son breathe. He was camping out in Scott’s office-cum-living room, tuning in on a GDF brass meeting Scott was supposed to attend. Scott was in and out of it since the day before, most of his energy directed at holding down whatever little food and fluids they could coax into him and sleeping. Which was just as well. The fever, though not critical, would ebb and flow, but not recede.

‘How’s he doing?’

‘He’s dizzy, disoriented, barely there. – (delirious and thinking secretly he was not good enough to have survived his father, but Jeff was not ready to go there just yet). - But the fever’s not viral, nor an infection. We figured out that much. No other symptoms, so must be stress’.

Casey scoffed.

‘The way Scott has been pushing himself and tackling… everything? No wonder he’s stressed to the bone. The boy just doesn’t stop. Well, he’s a Tracy…’

He warm levity in her words crashed at the stone wall in Jeff’s tone.

‘How did he manage? Then? After…’

‘Oh… After Zero-X?’

(After my death). But Jeff just gave a nod.

‘It was tough, Jeff. And bumpy. I’m not gonna lie to you. It was hard. Especially after I called off the search for you… - Colonel Casey needed a moment to catch her voice again. That was a darkest day for all of them. - But your Scott… You know how the Old Boys at GDF are, Jeff, and those big cheeses at World Council. And he was a pup. And he was grieving. Worse off, he was YOUR pup, but not you. They were ready to eat him alive…’

Yeah, there’s a happy thought. Val failed to mention the stuffy suits on the board of his company. Out for a nice meal too on the young cub, no doubt.

‘But he held his own’

Jeff’s gaze soared up and his old friend, Colonel of the GDF, held it firmly.

‘He held his own. He held his ground. And he’s grown so much. Jeff, he’s been on our case, like a dog with a bone, about field security policies for on duty and non-enlisted personnel, about corps-wide safety training programs, military-civilian rescue services interface protocols. Four star generals cower, when he glares, I swear to god, Jeff. The training wheels are off! I actually had feelers reaching out from up top to sniff, if Scott would be available for more policy projects, now that you’re back to run the rescue ops. He did you proud.’

‘I never doubted he would.’

Jeff’s voice was soft and thick with emotion. But his expression dropped with the weight of a heavy sigh.

‘Does he know that?’

Val Casey knew her friend well and she had known him for a long time. She had known his eldest son since his birth. When Jeff didn’t lift his eyes she knew to prod further.

‘Jeff? What’s wrong?’

He was fidgeting with a stylus on the desk and sinking deeper into a brooding silence, clearly negotiating if he could stubborn his way out of answering. He looked so much like Scott in the moment it was uncanny.

‘Scott thinks it would have been better for everyone, if he beat me to Zero-X and vanished with it, and I would have remained back with the family and IR. He was delirious… it came up…’

‘You don’t believe that!’

‘Do you?’

‘Jeff… you can’t make me answer that. You were… are my friend! I’ve known you forever and the world just wasn’t the same place without you. It wasn’t a better place either... I thank the stars every day that you’ve been back. I’m sure your boys do too. And your mother. And half the planet. And I thank Scott... – Jeff’s eyes shot back at her, the darker shade of steel with intensity. - But I do believe he’s your son. Of course he would think that. There’s never half a chance to sacrifice oneself that doesn’t have his name on it. He gets it from you.’

She weighed the words carefully in her mind, before going on.

‘I also think there wouldn’t be much of Jeff Tracy left in you to run IR, to save the world and to take care of your boys, if that came to pass… if you were not first to Zero-X that day… if Scott were lost…’

‘I wish he knew that.’ (I wish he never had reasons to doubt that).

The comm on his wrist lit up red, cutting the call, as the med monitor sent a distress signal, corroborated by the sounds of whimpers and gasps clearly audible from the bedroom. Scott gets nightmares when he has a fever – Virgil’s words surfaced helpfully from memory, as Jeff shot out of the chair and to his son’s side.

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #jeff tracy #Scott Tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #scott tracy needs his dad #colonel casey #Jeff and Val are besties #methinks i have astronomy #my fic

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Dangerous

Baby boy is loving Halloween nowadays. He talks about monsters, ghosts and pumpkins nonstop. I got him a bunch of Halloween kid books from the library. We watched the Berenstein Bears Halloween episode.

He now walks up to every Mom at the Mygym saying "I watch scary movie. It's dangerous." I'm glad its my husband with him. He can explain that the Berenstein Bears is the scary movie. We don't actually let him watch the Blair Witch project :)

At Disneyland after we got off Mr Toad's Wild Ride he said "That's dangerous." Such a funny kid.

We had picked out a great 3K program for him. 12 minute walk - which is long for us but very much doable. Sad to leave daycare but excited to get him in a DOE program - where he can be better evaluated. Then our girls Elementary school announced they are starting a 3K program. It's in theory great news. We love the school. All three kids in the same school is every parents dream. The administrators/teachers know us and we trust them to get him resources if they are needed. It's one minute walk away. The 4K program is especially good. He will def go there when he's 4. But their 3K program is most likely only until 2pm and nothing during the summer. They are still figuring out if they will have after school - which we would have to pay for. After school care is relatively cheap but not free. Daycare would pick him up for after school if we asked.

The other program is free from 8:30am until 5:45pm as long as both parents are working. Plus, runs during the summer. Now we have to decide. Applications due this week. As a "child in the welfare system" (the applications words not ours) he gets first dibs. Although I don't think either program is difficult to get in. We put them both down and will figure it out later. I preferred when the decision was made. Either way he'll stay at daycare this summer. He could move to the program 12 minutes away but we are traveling a lot this summer. I'd rather have him somewhere he knows during that time period.

In good news he hasn't bitten anyone since the original incident. It's been over a month. Fingers crossed it remains a one off thing. Meanwhile, another 2.5 yo scratched his face. The teacher called to tell us about it. I think they were embarrassed there was two incidents in a month. Seems normal to me. 2 year olds are a wild bunch. They said the teacher was sitting right there but the girl did it out of nowhere. The poor Mom was horrified. We obviously didn't care. How could we complain when baby boy left a big bit mark on someone just a few weeks ago.

Baby boy kept talking about it.

Baby boy: "Little girls name scratch me. She hurt me. She is bad."

Me: "She did something bad but she's not bad. Just a mistake. Remember when you bit X."

Baby boy: "OOOOHHHH, yeah. That bad."

The tone of his voice was so funny. And maybe the lesson of not hurting others will sink in a little more.

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peepee-magee · 11 months

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Rewatching avatar the last air bender is WILD as a full grown adult. Especially when it comes to the villains cuz as a kid I was just like ‘yeah these ppl are awful’ but then you become the adult. You become Iroh, and your like… gd these are CHILDREN DUDE!

You watch Zukos childhood memories as a kid n are like ‘while I understand it doesn’t justify your behavior’ n now as an adult IT TOTALLY FUCKING DOES! I’m usually an advocate for the past not justifying current conditions as an adult but sometimes there’s such a big split between who you were told to be n who you actually are that the only way to transition is to burn a clear path for yourself regardless of who it hurts n pray the damages are something you can mend afterwards. N while Zuko wasn’t consciously doing that for himself for a long time Iroh surely was.

I mean- he spoke out against sacrificing human life needlessly (an objectively good thing should’ve been praised) and the repercussions for that were being LITERALLY DISFIGURED by your OWN GUARDIAN and then being THROWN AWAY!? What kinda nut case does that? Ik that’s the entire point but it’s insane just how willing you are as a kid to accept that as a realistic out come. It’s crazy how willing you are to accept your caregivers would happily toss you aside, maybe even try to kill you, if you become to much of a hassle. NO ITS NOT! NOT NORMAL AT ALL! Cuz now I’m an adult n you know what never in a million years would cross my mind regardless of the kid being mine or not? ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE n the ABANDONMENT. If I see you as my kid we’re in it for the long haul buddy

Zuko does what Zuko does cuz he’s the only sane person in a family of lunatics n when your the only sane one in a lunatic family with no support you become insane to fit in. This isn’t even going into fucking AZULA who while admittedly being a nightmare is also doing the same shit Zuko did. She just had an easier time dying her wool white cuz it was already gray to begin with.

Ik this is old news but I’m exhausted n it’s just now sinking in how fucking insane all the adults in this show are. Except for Iroh, Hakota, n the occasional monastery all of them have been willing to sell these kids for a grape up until they become useful some how n what a fucked up thing to have to internalize.

It makes me get why Toph became a cop. She could’ve done other things easily but she internalized the message that she’s useless if not serving so deeply that she became police chief to avoid the perceived threat of being thrown out of the only family she’s ever had that valued her as a full person. She could’ve not helped with the republic city project, but then she’d be out of the loop on something the entire rest of her family was doing, n suddenly she’s on the outside, n then as history has dictated to her that’s only one step off from being alone again. No wonder she ran to the swamp the second the pressure was off for a second. I mean her whole family abandoned her just because she turned out not to be helpless so she just 180 pivoted to being fully helpful all the time n never looked back. Which if you’ve ever done you know is it’s own hellish nightmare that ppl are willing to over look cuz it serves them

#rambles #avatar the last airbender #atla

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Jessica with a gun cabinet is in fact the hottest thing that could have ever been said I personally believe, ma'am may I please know the names of your weapons and {REDACTED} (also the fucking memory bear thing im gonna CRY she's so perfect) But oohh! Ulrich coming in with the pen, if it's a fountain pen, rest in pieces that poor fucking nib, knowing him its a REAL expensive one that has a gold tip too ToT Now, what kinds of media do they all enjoy? Be it genres or types or from specific creators?

I can't tell you why the back of my brain is insisting this, but I feel compelled to tell you that Ulrich actually has a preference for those NASA ballpoint pens. Maybe also those "tactical" pens you see in magazines sometimes.

Yeah idk either. I didn't know about this until just now either. Such is the life of OCs though I guess.

Most of Jessica's guns don't have names, except the older shotgun, which she's had since she was a teen. That one is named Rosa, since it's wooden parts have a reddish stain.

As for media they all like-

Mikey is a horror-comedy guy. Think the Scary Movie franchise, where every scare is also a gag - it's stupid, mindless, and perfect to zone out to. Add some snacks maybe some weed and you have a very happy Mikey.

Ulrich will tell you he doesn't have time to watch "some excuse for a film" with you, but no matter what you pick, about 20 minutes in you'll find him sighing dramatically as he sinks himself into the seat next to you. Probably muttering something along the lines of "someone has to make sure you're not getting into trouble" as an excuse. He seems to get there just a little bit earlier for action movies, though...

Zach is down for most romances, especially ones that sway a little more towards that cottage-core dream, or historical/fantasy romances. It's nice to pretend that there's still magic in the world that's used for only good, that everyone can have happy endings and their very own knight in shining armour.

Jessica, it might surprise you, is the horror movie buff. Scream, Texas Chansaw Massacre, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday 13th, she'll binge the francise of each and every one with you if you'll let her. She miiight also be a true crime podcast kinda girl if she wants audio only while she works on a sewing project...

Jack is big on the found family trope, and if that's the central theme of the movie, he's likely to watch it with you regardless of what other genre it's paired with, though horror will give him a little bit of a pause. If you're ok with cuddling him and reassuring him that you're there to protect him, though, then go ahead and let the gore spill!

Narrator... Movie? What's a movie? He's happy to learn what you mean alongside you, though, especially if he knows it'll make you smile.

#pick me! arg #pick me! characters #mun talks #sneak peeks #anyone else end up doing accidental oc development via people asking questions and you're just like.#''huh. welp. this is news to me too buddy but here ya go---''

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A Little Flirting Hurt No One (Charlos): you can find the full fic on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55395409

Chapter 5: The Party

In the blink of an eye, the party had rolled around.

Charles had decided to wear a white button up with some star patterned jeans; most of his friends disapprove of them, but he wears them anyways.

He had promised Pierre that he would pick him up, though by the clock it seemed they were both going to be late.

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Just as expected, they were fashionably late.

In fact, probably the last ones there.

Charles pulls up to the beast of a house.

He'd expected it to be big, but not a mansion.

He and Pierre enter through the front doors; Charles's eyes slowly inspecting the place and faces.

The ceiling hung like the sky above, holding up a colossal chandelier. Two sets of stairs led up to the second floor, bedazzled with jewels and stones. Upstairs, there was an array of identical rooms.

Most of the faces there were high members of the FIA, including some of the hosts close friend and family, unfamiliar to Charles.

They make their way to the bar to get a couple of drinks and hopefully see some of their friends.

Most of them are there, including Lando and Max. Lando's already preoccupied in a conversation with Oscar, his face tinted in a light pink. Oscar listened tentatively, smiling at him with heart eyes. Max on the other hand was alone. His eyes darted to Charles and his face brightened upon seeing him.

He notices that Carlos is missing.

Better for him.

Max approaches Charles with two drinks in his hands, handing one to Charles. He seems rather eager in talking to him.

"The car seems pretty well built, eh?"

The topic of racing was not something Charles wanted to discuss. Especially after last week's race.

"Yeah it's definitely a race winning car."

He so desperately wants to end this conversation.

Tonight, he's here to drink and forget.

He has a couple of more drinks before noticing Carlos still hasn't arrived.

He tries to find an excuse to get out of the conversation, and he also needs to go to the bathroom, "I just need to go to the bathroom I'll be back in a miniute"

"Mkay I'll get us some drinks." Max walks away towards the bar where he sees Daniel. They seem immersed in a newfound conversation.

Charles has a hard time navigating his way to the bathroom, especially in a mansion so big.Finally, he catches sight of a bathroom before hearing something in the room next to him.

It sounds like...sobbing?

Who on earth could be crying here?

He decides to take a peek.

Carlos?

Just leave Charles, pretend you never saw anything.

But he can't. Because even if Carlos ruined his race, he's still his teammate, his friend. He's still human. And Charles can't bare to hear him cry.

He decides to open the door.

The room is dimly lit, quite small as well. It houses a bookcase and a couch only.

Carlos quickly wipes the tears out of his eyes.

Charles moves closer towards him "What are you doing here?"

No response.

Charles moves to sit next to Carlos, his hand on his shoulder.

He feels a weight on his shoulder.

He grips Carlos's waist and moves to wipe his tears.

"Are you okay?"

No response.

"Do you wanna talk?"

Carlos silently shakes his head.

"Okay."

They stay silent for a while, Carlos in Charles's embrace.

It feels nice.

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He moves his hands up to Carlos's back to bring him closer.

Carlos almost immediately relaxes against him.

It feels right, like his home was in Charles's embrace.

Charles sinks his nose into Carlos's hair.

It had been quite overgrown, but Charles liked it more like this.

They stayed quiet for a couple of minutes before Charles broke the silence.

"Let's go home, okay?"

Carlos tilts his head up to look in Charles's eyes, pupils still slightly red, "Its okay Charles please go back"

He shake his head"No, I was planning on leaving anyways and plus we're staying at the same hotel"

He seems reluctant at first but eventually agrees.

He lets go of Carlos for a second and took his wrist. He feels empty without Charles's touch.

Standing up from the couch, he silently opens the door and gestures for an exit through the back door to be more discreet.

The crowd acted as a good way to make sure nobody recognized them or tried to talk to them. They maneuvered their way outside and to Charles's car.

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The car ride was silent for the most part; a comfortable silence.

He could almost hear Carlos's tiredness.

Finally they arrived and stepped out into the hotel.

Carlos smiled softly at Charles before speaking, "Thanks for the ride"

Charles returned the smile, "No problem, anytime"

They bid their farewells and part on the elevator.

Charles still feels uneasy about his teammate. It wasn't like him to cry or be sad. He usually wore a neutral or happy expression.

What was he crying about?

Or who?

He makes it his mission to finally talk to him. And he decides the best time for that is tomorrow.

They both have nowhere to go anyways.

He changes into a pair of sweats before drifting off to sleep.

Unable to keep Carlos off his mind.

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Hart and Hunter - Chapter 22 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Dane Hunter

"Look at the time-stamp."

"This story dropped less than an hour ago and it says the body was found earlier this morning. It's barely past eight. How is that possible?"

He radiates nervous tension and I endeavor to project calm.

Taking the phone from him, I skim the story.

As the details sink in, my attempt at calm escapes me.

"Shit."

"What?"

He chews a nail as I read aloud.

"Sheriff's deputies responded to a report of a body found along the shore of Spring Lakes Reservoir early Thursday morning."

"Yeah, and?"

I bite back a sigh as memory raises the ghosts of old frustrations.

"You ever worked with the sheriff's department?"

Julian shakes his head.

"No. Just the police."

"Police jurisdiction ends at the city limits. Everything beyond that is the county sheriff's territory. Unincorporated areas, county land... the Reservoir, for example. So, even though this is clearly tied to an existing case, the sheriff has the lead."

"So... Chief Coleridge isn't in charge?"

"Nope and the county sheriff is an elected official. Sheriff Walker's father-in-law owns the local paper. Played a big role in getting him elected. Ever since, the paper's had a funny way of getting the scoop on anything big... like this."

"Isn't that a conflict of interest or something?"

"Probably," I shrug.

"Walker's not a bad sheriff, overall. The problem is, he's always got his eye on the next election and he likes to see his name in print... more than is good for him sometimes."

Julian snorts.

"He and Coleridge are best friends, I bet."

"They hate each other's guts."

His expression sobers as he takes his cell-phone back and scrolls through the article again.

"So, what does this mean for us?"

This time I fail to restrain it and sigh as I tug on my hair.

"Ideally, there's be close collaboration between departments, given the existing case but... Coleridge will flip her lid when she sees this. Walker will be on the defensive, for sure."

Frowning, Julian shakes his head.

"I can understand why. I mean, publicly identifying a victim like this..."

He swallows and his voice drops almost to a whisper.

"Do you think they've even notified Stephanie's family?"

I grimace.

"Unlikely. You know how long it takes to clear a scene, especially if there's foul play involved. If this report has the timing right, I doubt they've even removed the body yet."

Julian's expression transforms with dawning horror, then hardens with resolve.

Rising, he snatches his jacket off the back of the couch and heads for the door.

"Come on," he calls over his shoulder.

"You're driving."

The closer we get to our destination, the more concerned I become.

Julian sits huddled in the passenger seat.

Sweat beads his brow and his skin is even paler than usual, which is saying something.

At first, I chalk it up to a rough night, Rhiannon's surprise visit and the shock of the sudden news.

Something keeps nagging at me, though and finally... just as the wooden sign marking the Reservoir's picnic and day-use area comes into view... it hits me.

Giving myself a good mental kick for being so God-damn dense, I pull to the side of the road, cut the engine and release my breath in a curse.

"Fuck."

Julian peers through the windshield, looking for the cause of our delay.

"What's wrong?"

I shut my eyes and let my feelings settle before I speak.

When I do, my voice is rough and cracked as old stone.

"Nothing. I just realized that this is..."

"Where my dad died. Yeah."

Heartened by his level tone, I clear my throat.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

He shrugs.

"It's a little late to turn around now."

"Hey."

I reach over and touch his arm, prompting him to look at me.

"I'll turn around in a heartbeat if you ask me to, Julian. Case or not, you're always top priority."

He shakes his head and turns back to the window.

"I'll be okay. Unlike Stephanie. We failed her, Dane and if the skin-changer took her at the same time as Lagrange, then the person we talked to..."

"There's another possibility," I say.

"If the skin-changer did take Stephanie, this body might not even be hers."

"But if it is, then..."

I let my head fall back and study the mottled roof of my car.

"Then... the changer's taken another victim and the clock is reset. In which case, we've got two weeks, tops, to figure out who it is, where they're being held and rescue them."

He hugs himself and sighs unhappily.

"I need to read the body if I can. For Stephanie and for whoever the changer takes next. We can't let this happen again."

I take a breath before answering. I know he's right and that we won't get another chance but I can't pretend I like it.

"Okay. Just remember this isn't all on you and if you change your mind, just say so and we're out of here. There's no such thing as a one-man team."

Finally, he turns to look at me.

"That should be my line," he says and smiles.

"I'll be fine, Dane and if I'm not, I know you'll take care of me. You've seen me read bodies before. You know the drill."

I do but that doesn't mean I want to make a habit of it.

"Alright. But don't get your hopes up. Walker's territorial as fuck and we'll be lucky to get close to see anything, much less touch."

Restarting the engine, I pull back onto the road and continue toward the lake.

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Thinking thots about bully/teasing bakugo and kirishima who gang up on you 24/7

Tw: noncon, bullying

Kiri would be the middleman, trying to act as your savior (even tho he acts just as bad as bakugo sometimes) and bakugo would ofc be the instigator at all times

They constantly harass you, sometimes kiri will playfully snatch up your homework which you were so diligently working on and hold it behind his back, just so you can lunge your arms around his middle and try to grasp it behind him. But it’s too late, he’s already dropped the paper and grabbed your wrists so you’re trapped with your arms around him. Bakugo sees the opportunity to cop a feel, snickering when you squeal and thrash against kiri’s bulky body (much to kiris delight ofc)

“Come on bakugo, don’t tease her so much. Look at how nervous you’re making the poor thing!”

“Shut the hell up shitty hair, if she really hated this she’d call for help.”

But something tells you they wouldn’t give you a chance even if you wanted to call out, based on the way they bare their fangs at you and tighten their hold on your body.

If they feel like you’re ignoring them and not giving them the attention they want, you’ll soon feel erasers bounced off your head from the back of the class, and various catcalls. When you whip your head around to glare at them, you’re met with an innocent smile from the redhead and a disgusting leer from the hothead.

“The fuck are you looking at princess? See something you like?”

“Don’t be so harsh on her man. But hey, Y/N, if you’ve already got your attention on us, could you come over here for a sec? We need some help on this assignment.”

You can’t say no after seeing Bakugo’s hand glow a fiery orange under the table, his show of quirk scaring you into scuttling over to their table.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re not really struggling at all on the assignment, bakugo especially. Kiri was the only one who had legitimate questions, but you knew bakugo could always help him without your presence.

They pressure you into coming to their dorms later in the evening to aid their studies, giving half assed excuses for the choice of time with grunts of “we have trainings the afternoon, wouldn’t expect your weak ass to understand,” followed by an arm swat from Kiri.

You make it into their dorm, wishing they had picked a library instead (that idea was shut down when kirishima sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and gave you puppy eyes, whining about how he can’t focus in public settings)

The boys have cleaned up nicely, surprisingly. It takes no time to settle down onto their couch and opening up your projects, going over the problems they concocted. It almost seems too perfect, both are shockingly mute in their usual abuse, even though they sit a little too close for comfort. You brush it off in favor of focusing on explaining various formulas that even bakugo himself doesn’t quite understand.

But your ease is short lived when you feel two pairs of hands wandering up to your thighs.

You try to subtly push kiri’s big hands away from the juncture of your legs, but he merely activates his quirk and grips your skin tighter.

Abruptly trying to stand up fails too, as bakugo yanks your arm towards himself, causing you to stumble and fall back against his heavy chest. His own meaty fingers trail down the valley of your shirt, pulling down your V-neck shirt. You cry out for them to stop, that you want to go home, but you’re silenced when a hand claps over your mouth so hard that you’re sure you’ll have bruises the next day.

Your hands flail around, trying to hit whatever they come in contact with but are promptly seized as well.

You can feel kiri grab your chin with his hardened hands, and he yanks your head to look at him

He doesn’t have puppy dog eyes anymore. Bakugo chuckles as he hears your muffled whimpers, the rumbling of his chest vibrating against your back.

“We’ve tried being nice and patient with you babe, okay? You were the one who came here at your own will, so don’t try and fight us now. Be a good girl for me and bakugo, and I promise we’ll make you feel good.”

Nice? Coming at your own will? They truly were crazy, you thought as you felt the jagged edges of the hardened hand make small cuts and scraped against your jaw.

To prove his point, bakugo activated his quirk to heat up at the same time kirishima went halfway hard on his hand. You wail against your makeshift gag, but refuse to fight back any further, opting for their mercy instead.

They get the idea, and they deactivate their quirks in favor of striking various parts of your body, hands creeping in and out of your clothes, dipping into tight crevices across your figure.

“Well look at that. What’s wrong slut, don’t wanna fight your big, bad bullies anymore? That’s cute. I’m honestly not surprised a weak little fuck like you gave up so easily, I’m almost disappointed in how predictable you are.”

He removes his hand and starts to rub the undersides of your tits, relishing at how soft they are.

“Please, please don’t-I have to...to meet up with Mina and Jirou later! They’re gonna wonder where I am!” You make up some bullshit excuse as a last resort to salvation, but your heart drops as their ministrations merely gain aggression.

“Yeah? At this time of the night? Wow, I knew you were weak but after helping us with all that schoolwork I wouldn’t have suspected you’re brain dead also. Better luck next time with a more believable excuse, little bitch.” You yelp as the blond ducks his head down and sinks his teeth into your neck.

“We’ll just have to show you that you belong here, with and under us. Your friends can wait until later...unless you think they’re more important than us?” Kiri glares at you from between your legs.

You meekly shake your head, and he lets out a happy hum as he rips off your pants.

At least you had the right mind to not mention hanging out with other boys, too.

#bully bakugou #bully kirishima #bakugo smut #kirishima smut #yandere bakugo katsuki #tw: noncon #bnha x fem!reader #bakugo x you #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere kirishima #bnha yandere #mha smut #bakugo katsuki x reader

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fine. fine I did it. luca fic where massimo is trying to be a good parent for his teenage fish son. yes its the painfully awkward i know you’re gay talk. i wrote this at 2 am while projecting so this isn’t shakespeare, just a vibe. set sometime 3-4 years after the film but i think it’s implied enough.

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Alberto ran up the stairs, threw open the door, dropped his hat on the table and hastily washed his hands at the sink.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said breathlessly, wiping his hands on the front of his shirt, “I got caught up in, uh, well-“

“Showing off?” Massimo offered, turning from his workstation in the kitchen. Alberto laughed nervously and nodded- then paused- and shook his head while looking away.

“Well, I prefer the term ‘sharing with the community’” Alberto offered, before pulling out a large pot and placing it on the stove.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Massimo returned to the cutting the fish, “It’s a nice bike.”

It was a nice bike. Nice enough that the kids in Portorossa frequently begged Alberto to let them sit on it or ride it around the plaza. And who was he to say no? It was the coolest thing he had ever set his eyes on, let alone owned. Of course he let them use it. Alberto had been saving up his tip money from fish delivery all winter to buy it: a shiny, brand-new, red-hot Vesta. Just like the one Erocle used to parade around town on. Giulia and Luca were going to be so excited.

Alberto began pouring cups of water into the pot as he raised the heat, waiting for it to hit a soft boil. “So how much time do we have?”

Massimo glanced out the window facing the countryside, where the distance etchings of train tracks were visible, “About an hour. Luca’s parents will meet us at the station. Then, dinner.”

“An hour. Right. We can work with that,” Alberto said, mainly to himself, as Massimo continued with his fish. They both fell into a steady rhythm, as they stirred and simmered an outrageous amount of food.

While his hands were lost in repetition, Alberto’s mind wandered to Luca. Massimo liked to joke about how Luca never truly left, with all the letters and phone calls sent, but Alberto couldn’t disagree more. Words couldn’t capture the way Luca would say things, like how he yelled when he was excited and talk quickly when he was nervous. And sure, Alberto could read between the lines, and infer things, like how scrunched up words meant Luca was happy or excited and messy letters and wonky lines meant he was tired, but it wasn’t the real thing. And phone calls, while better, were fewer and far inbetween, and couldn’t capture the way Luca would move when talking, whether it was the way he walked or gestured, or the faces he would make and the way he would touch your shoulder or grab your arm to make a point. So no- Luca had truly left, and while Alberto had seen glimpses and pieces throughout the months, he preferred the whole Luca he got during the summer.

One hour. One hour and Alberto wouldn’t have to rely just on letters and voices. It would be just them again, like it was every summer, whether it be sleeping under the stars in Giulia’s hideout, or swimming out to the island to watch the sunsets, or spending afternoons filling up on gelato and playing futbol on the hot pavement. Giulia would be there too, and the trio would finally be complete. Just like how it was that first summer, and just how it was now.

Had Alberto mentioned he was excited?

“The pasta is boiling over,” Massimo provided helpfully, and Alberto was thrust back into reality.

He swore under his breath, moving the pot to another eye and turning the stove off. He sighed and grabbed for a towel to wipe the sides of the pot. Turning his back to Massimo, he began searching for a strainer, but was interrupted.

“Alberto.” Massimo put his knife down and turned slightly. His face was drawn so that his eyes peeked out from under his eyebrows and bore down to Alberto (no matter how tall Alberto got, Massimo was always, well, massive).

“There is something we need to talk about before the train comes in.”

And there it was. Or, rather, there it wasn’t, because those words never came out of Massimo’s mouth. Maybe it was because, despite everything between them, Massimo just wasn’t a big feelings guy. He was a man of few words who would rather hand-paint signs, mend hats, and hand-make pasta than say “I love you.” Not that Alberto cared much, about that, he couldn’t complain honestly, but the point was that Massimo never “had talks”. If something was serious to discuss in private, it was always “Alberto, a word”. Because Massimo was a man of few words. So it was understandable, then, that that string of words elicited panic in Alberto. Because never in a million years, not even when Massimo first asked Alberto to stay with him, did they ever have something they needed to talk about.

Good thing Alberto was good at handling panic. He was basically an expert.

“Yeah, like what?”

He held his elbow out to lean against the counter in a calm manner, but missed and instead landed on the red hot stove eye. All while maintaining a smirk-turned-grimace. Yep. Expert.

That was going to hurt later. A lot.

Massimo looked at Alberto, searching for something in his face, and, upon finding it, sighed, and turned to the window where the train-tracks were. Absentmindedly, he turned the faucet of the sink on, and letting it cool for a moment, held a rag under it. Once it was wet enough, he handed it to Alberto.

“Luca is a... good kid, no?” Massimo led after a moment of contemplation. Alberto took the rag, but his face scrunched up in confusion as he held it to his elbow. Faintly, he felt the familiar tingle of flesh-turning scale as the coolness took the edge from the burn. But the beginnings of a frown was settling on Alberto as he followed Massimo’s gaze to the train tracks.

“Yeah?”

Massimo nodded. “He is very smart. He writes often. He knows fish... but not as well as you do.”

Alberto inched closer to Massimo, “Yeah, he’s pretty cool. One of my best friends but... I think you know that.”

“He is a very good friend,” Massimo said, but something felt strange about the way he said it, “Handsome, too.”

Alberto’s body froze and his face heated up. Before he could say anything contradictory, however, Massimo continued.

“I know the way you two look at each other. Young love. It’s a good thing, especially when it’s between friends who have known each other for so long.” Massimo said slowly, “And if you ever want to take Luca out for some gelato on your Vespa... then I will be very happy for you, Beto. He’s a good kid. Good for you.”

Alberto wasn’t going to lie. He had thought about it, once or twice. In his head it always played out so incredibly natural, that a part of him assumed it would eventually happen. Giulia would be busy, either delivering fish or volunteering for the cup, and he and Luca would be on their own for the day. Maybe they bike to the top of Portorosso, or maybe they went out to the island or climbed a roof to watch the stars. Sometimes it would be just them having dinner together, and something would give- one of them would brush hands with the other, lean in just a little too close and stay there... then... well, it would be just like it to was. But more. And selfishly, maybe if they were more, Luca wouldn’t leave at the end of the season.

But Alberto couldn’t think like that. Luca loved school more than anything. Well, almost anything. He would never want to take that from him.

But Massimo was right. Luca was handsome. Summers in Portorosso had been kind to him, and they’ve both put on some healthy weight and muscle over the years. Even if they hadn’t been friends, Alberto had no doubt he would have been fond of Luca regardless.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon,” Albert said candidly. “But... Thanks. For that. I guess.”

Massimo shrugged. “You’d be surprised. Giulia tells me a lot.”

Impossible scenarios ran through Alberto’s head. The wheels were spinning so fast that smoke was practically spewing from his ears.

“Like what?”

Massimo glanced out the window again, “I guess he’ll just have to tell you when he gets here.”

#please don’t bully me for doesn’t know how to insert read below crimes #Luca #Luca (2021)#alberto scorfano #luca paguro #massimo marcovaldo #giulia marcovaldo #Luca fic #Massimo just wants to support Alberto but doesn’t know how to #so he leads with Luca’s a good kid right #meanwhile luca probably spills all his feelings to Giulia #and while she isn’t a snitch she had a very open relationship with her dad and has probably been like #help my two best friends like each other and I’m in the middle #also he wants Alberto to know he loves him no matter what and will be happy for him as long as whoever he dates treats him well #Massimo: how do I let Alberto know I approve of Luca #Massimo: he knows fish.

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