#hey he was her only real father figure her entire life so there you go

[dreamilysporadicpervert]

S. Aizawa | A Flame From the Ashes

Art: bill60223 on X(Twitter)

Step-father Aizawa x Step-daughter reader, where (Y/n) looks too much like her [dead] mother to resist

Word count: 2666

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT

CW: 18+, dub-con, (sort of) incest, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, age gap (reader is 16)

          It’s been a few years since your mother died, and it’s affected you and your stepfather both immensely. But in those years, the loss has just made your bond even stronger. You do everything together whenever you can, and he even takes time off of work for you, which makes it even more special. He is your rock, and you are his.

          You’ve never really had a boyfriend, and even when you have, they never last long. It’s not that you look bad; you look more and more like your mom every day, and she was gorgeous. It’s not your demeanor; you’re very kind, sweet, and caring to everyone you meet. For the life of you, you can’t figure out why you can’t keep a boyfriend longer than a few days.

          It was your sweet 16 last weekend, and this weekend, you’ve decided to just chill in your house instead of going out to see other people or having any friends over. With all of the excitement of your birthday and then school throughout the week, there’s only one person you want to be around: Aizawa. He’s a wonderful father-figure, even though he’s not your biological parent. 

          You haven’t seen your own father since your mom took you when you were 7 to see him in prison, so Aizawa is the only real dad you have. He’s also the only family that you have, as your mom didn’t have any family left and Aizawa himself doesn’t have anyone, either. It’s just the two of you, and honestly, that’s enough for you.

          Aizawa is a bit cold and strict with everyone else, but with you, he’s like a different person entirely. He dotes on you as if you were truly his own, giving you all the love and affection that he has inside. It’s almost enough to make you jealous when he is nice to anyone else, because you’re so used to being the only one to receive his affection and it makes you feel special to be that person.

          That being said, he has already promised this weekend will be just you and him, and you couldn’t be more excited. He’s even coming home early from work just to maximize his time with you since last weekend was time you spent with all of your friends. It is almost like his birthday gift to you. Well, another gift, since he also gave you actual gifts at your birthday party, but this is like an encore.

          When you get home from school, you go take a shower because you want to be clean and comfortable when you snuggle in with him for the movies he promised to watch later. After your shower, you get into your favorite oversized T-shirt and shorts, leaving your hair loose after you brush it so it can dry properly.

          Once you’re finished, you waltz out into the living area, running to greet him at the door. He’d barely had time to even properly get inside before you attacked him with a hug. “Hi, Daddy,” you say affectionately, squeezing him tightly. The sight of you so excited makes his heart skip a beat, and he leans down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.

          “Hey there, sweetpea,” he greets back, setting his keys and a bag with takeout in it on the counter and kicking the door closed behind him, wrapping you in his warm, strong arms. “You ready for this weekend,” he questions softly, affection laced in his voice that one would only hear when he’s talking to you. Once again, you find yourself feeling happier because of this knowledge.

          “Yeah,” you answer back, your voice bubbling with excitement. Your eyes glitter as you look up at him, your cheek squished against his chest as you continue to hug him so tightly. He can’t help but smile at how adorable you are. When you let go of him, you both eat your takeout and he goes to take a quick shower, coming out in sweatpants and a T-shirt. “Ready to watch some movies,” he asks, chuckling when you nod so eagerly.

          You settle in and watch a steady marathon of all of your favorite movies, only really getting up between movies to go to the bathroom or get up to make popcorn or get more drink. It’s the perfect chill night with your favorite person in the whole world. You watch movies for hours, staying curled into his side but snuggling closer with every movie that you watch.

          On one movie break, when you come back from the bathroom, he lets you sit on his lap. It’s a perfectly normal occurrence between the two of you, and you like it because it means that he can hold you even closer while you watch movies with him, his chin resting on your shoulder as you relax together. You watch the whole movie like this, comfortable in his embrace with nowhere else you’d rather be.

          “Hey (Y/n),” he whispers into your ear, his chin digging into your shoulder with every word as he speaks. “Yeah,” you answer back softly, turning your head slightly to look at him for whatever he wants to say. He looks like he debates what he wants to ask before finally opening his mouth to speak. “Do you want to watch a new movie with me?”

          “A new movie? Sure,” you say excitedly. You always love when he has new movies to show you, so you’re sure this will be no different. He looks at you with a soft smile, affection and… something else, twinkling in his gray eyes. He speaks, his voice soft and sweet. “Alright, (Y/n)… It’s a bit more mature than some of the things we watch, but you’re getting older now, so I can’t limit you to kids movies forever, you know?”

          “Oh… Well, I don’t mind, I guess. I’m sure it will be fine, right?” You look at him, returning his soft smile. He pulls up the movie he wants to watch and returns his chin to your shoulder, his arms draped loosely around you. It’s Deadpool, so there’s a lot of action and you are absorbed in the story since it’s almost like what you imagine Aizawa doing, but a bit more violent and vulgar.

           The vulgarity doesn’t really bother you, because you’ve heard worse at school. It’s when Wade finds Vanessa and their intimate moments are displayed that you find yourself getting a bit flushed and embarrassed. You try to power through, but your body starts to become as warm as your face and you have no idea why, but your heart is also racing.

          “You okay, sweetpea,” Aizawa asks softly, secretly knowing exactly what’s happening and reveling in it. “I… I’m okay, Daddy,” you say, your face beet red, unable to look away from the movie. It’s like morbid curiosity. You feel Aizawa’s chin digging into your shoulder again when he speaks. “That’s what two people do when they love each other very much,” he whispers softly.

          You swallow and keep watching, not noticing where his hands are until he slips one down over your hips and in between your legs, rubbing you softly through your shorts. Your core throbs from the sudden touch and you let out a soft noise of surprise. “Shhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay, (Y/n). I know what you need. You just have to trust me, okay?”

          “Mhm,” you answer hesitantly, more of a whimper than anything else. He gives a soft smile and applies a bit more pressure, causing the throbbing to increase, wetness building quickly at your entrance. You’re not really paying much attention to the movie anymore, and he pauses it to give you his full attention. You whimper again, not sure what this is but knowing that it feels wonderful. 

          He knows you need a bit more, so he slips his hand into your shorts and starts playing directly with your throbbing clit. Your legs try to squeeze closed on instinct, but he holds them apart. He coos sweetly into your ear while he massages you just right, “You’re my sweet girl, aren’t you?” Your mind is slow to process that he’s said anything, still concentrated on the pleasure, but you manage to answer. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

          He smirks quietly, slipping his other hand up your shirt to start massaging your breasts, playing with your hardened nipples. You lean back into his embrace, squirming as he gives extra care and attention to your sensitive skin. He decides that it’s time to keep going, slipping a long digit into your weeping hole while he keeps circling your clit with his thumb. The sudden invasion makes you gasp, but it feels good when he curls his finger inside you, so you don’t complain.

          He listens to the way you mewl in pleasure, your breath coming in hot pants, and he starts to get hard beneath your squirming form. He knows he needs you prepared for him so he adds another finger, kissing the side of your neck. He feels you start to tremble, your juices slick on his hand, and he knows you’re close. “Let yourself go, sweet girl. It’s alright,” he whispers softly. 

          Something about the way he says it makes your body follow his command and you let out a strangled moan as you squirt all over his hand, clutching at his forearms as you ride it out. He kisses the side of your neck again. “Good girl,” he whispers sensually. “Do you want me to make it feel even better, sweet girl?” He grins as you mumble an affirmative answer, panting hard from the exertion and your release.

          He has you turn around, pulling his pants down enough to free his erection, pre cum already leaking from the tip. He motions you closer and guides you to straddle him. “It might hurt a bit at first, but I promise it will feel so good, (Y/n),” he whispers. You nod your understanding and then he pushes your shorts aside, aligning his tip with your entrance. He pushes you down on it slowly, watching himself disappear inside of your slick walls.

          “Sweet girl, you have to relax just a bit, okay,” he grunts softly, biting his lip as he slides you down further. You clutch onto his shoulders, tears pricking at your eyes, but you try to do as he says and relax. When you do, you notice that it doesn’t hurt as much anymore and you let out a soft noise of pleasure as he reaches deeper and deeper.

          When you’re fully seated on his lap, he lets you sit there for just a minute to get used to the size of him inside of you. It’s a very full feeling. “Are you ready, (Y/n),” he asks you softly. You nod, and he puts his hands on your hips, his grip firm but gentle as he helps you start moving up and down. “D-Daddy, it feels so good,” you whimper as you start moving more on your own.

          “Good, sweet girl,” he replies softly, brushing your hair back off of your collarbone and pressing light kisses to your skin, groaning softly as you keep riding his lap. He kisses along your collarbone and up your neck, nipping and sucking the skin lightly here and there. The fabric of your shorts is getting sticky with your juices as you keep going, but neither of you care at this point.  

         He’s actually thankful that you decided not to wear a bra or panties. It makes it that much hotter for him. He slips off your baggy T-shirt so he can watch your breasts bounce, letting out a low moan at the sight. His hips jerk upwards into you and you let out a whimper of surprise as he starts rutting into you, matching your pace. He thrusts faster, gripping your hips as he helps you keep up with his pace. 

          The faster and harder he thrusts, the farther he pushes inside you, and the entire situation is just too much to handle. You clench around his cock without warning, soaking his lap as you cry out in pleasure. He barely has time to pull out before his hot seed spills all over your thighs, staining the front of your shorts. Both of you pant, your breathing hot and labored. Something about the sight of you right now turns him on even more.

          He pulls you in close and gives you a tender kiss. “How are you feeling, sweet girl,” he asks in a soft whisper. Through your heavy breathing, you mumble, “I’m okay, Daddy.” He watches you for a minute, pulling you a bit closer in his arms and rubbing circles into your back with his fingers. “Do you want more,” he asks cautiously.

          “More?” You ask, a bit confused. “I don’t know if I could do that again tonight.” He brings his hand up and caresses your cheek. “(Y/n), I can give you more, and this time, I’ll do all the work… If you want, that is. We don’t have to.” His voice is soft and sweet, and you feel like you do want him to do more. “It’s okay, Daddy… I want to.”

          “Alright… Lay down next to me,” he commands softly, patting the couch cushion next to him. You do as he says and watch him strip off his shirt and pants, revealing his muscled form in an extent that you’ve never seen it before. He grabs ahold of your wet, sticky shorts and slides them off of you, leaving you both completely naked, just staring at each other for a moment in silence.

          Aizawa moves closer, crawling on top of you. He positions himself between your thighs, leaning down to kiss you. His lips are warm and soft, and he hopes that you can feel just how much he loves you through his kisses. He probes your lips with his tongue, rubbing the tip of his cock on your swollen clit to make you gasp and let him explore your mouth. Your taste is intoxicating to him, and he grins into the kiss as your tongue starts moving against his.

          He rubs against you for another minute or two, teasing you just right until you let out a needy whine. “Okay sweet girl… I’ll give you what you want,” he says softly, pushing his cock deep into your already quivering walls. There’s no adjustment period this time before he starts slamming his hips into yours. The new angle rubs that spongy spot in just the right way with every powerful stroke.

          He kisses you while he pounds into you, muffling your moans as his tongue invades your mouth once more. He pushes you quickly towards your release, growing more and more ravenous for your taste and the feel of you squeezing around his cock. When his own release comes, he doesn’t even bother pulling out this time, filling you up with cum and pumping it deep inside you.

          He fucks you until your cries become completely incoherent and his seed oozes from your overstimulated hole, your heart pounding in our chest and your throat a bit raw. He strokes your hair softly, smiling down at you as he tries to get his own breathing under control. “Are you okay, sweet girl,” he asks affectionately, his gray eyes slightly concerned that he may have gone too far.

          You nod slowly, not trusting your voice quite yet. You’re both covered in sweat and the couch is a complete mess, but he doesn’t much care about those things right now. He lays down next to you with his back against the couch, pulling you in close and turning the movie back on. He kisses you gently on the cheek, overjoyed that this all went over so well. He already knows he wants to do it again, but he just hopes that you want to do it again with him as well.

#aizawa smut #aizawa #aizawa shota #aizawa shouta #dadzawa #daddyzawa #eraserdaddy #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #daddy issues

[sadboi-writer]

Dear Jack (Series)

Chapter Four: Dojo Day Afternoon

Summary: The group is introduced to Arthur, who shows interest in Y/N. When Y/N tells him no, he starts causing chaos around the dojo. Jack retaliates.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings:Canon-typical violence

After their argument Y/N was avoiding Jack as best she could. Only seeing him at the dojo. 

When they walked in that following Monday, there was a pile of concrete rubble in front of the others. 

“I’m going to get a smoothie.” Eddie grumbled, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Eddie.” Y/N greeted

There was a muffled flushing and then plunging noise coming from Rudy’s office. 

“No, don’t you die on me! It’s not your time!” Rudy’s muffled voice insisted

“What’s going on in there?” Milton asked

“Rudy’s fighting with his toilet again.”Y/N sighed, walking up a rapping on the door, “Rudy stop plunging Myrtle!”

He stumbled out of his office in full plumber gear, “Poor Myrtle, I almost lost her. Twice I had to plunge her back to life!”

“How do you know if a toilet’s a boy or a girl?” Jerry asked

Rudy gestured, “Well, you take the top off the tank and reach your arm in and feel around-”

“Stop!” Milton insisted, “I think I’d rather hear about this in an awkward conversation with my father!”

“Rudy, focus!” Kim snapped, “The new owner of the mall is gonna be here any minute!”

Eddie ran in, “Hey! You guys gotta check this out! These brochures are all over the place! This new owner is making some big changes!”

Y/N took the pamphlet from him and glanced over it. 

Kim looked, “Hey! They finally took the baby changing area out of the food court! And if you ask me, that was a big step in the right direction!”

“No way!” Eddie exclaimed, “They’re bringing in a Captain Corndog!”

“Oh snap! That’s a classy joint!” Jerry said, “Yeah, my sister got married in a Captain Corndog! The captain walked her down the plank himself!”

“Look at that huge new parking lot!” Milton pointed out

Y/N took the pamphlet back, “Where’s the dojo?” 

Eddie looked over her shoulder, “There’s a parking lot where our dojo should be!”

Y/N sat down on a bench and kept looking over the pamphlet. There was no other area for the dojo. It wasn’t just being moved, it was being destroyed. After a while, Kim sat down next to her.

“What are we going to do?” Y/N asked

Kim shrugged, “Rudy will figure something out.”

Rudy had headed into the locker room to change to meet the new owners. And he came out soon after, looking way more presentable. Not five minutes later, the new owner strolled in with a boy who seemed to be the rest of the group's age. 

Rudy stepped forward extending his hand, “Mr.Turner! Welcome to my dojo!”

Mr.Turner smiled, “Nice to meet you, Rudy! This is my son, Arthur!”

“Hello, sir!” The boy said, eagerly shaking Rudy’s hand, “What a wonderful dojo you have here! Let me ask you: How do you do it? A sensei, a businessman, and obviously a male model!”

Rudy got flustered, “Uh, yeah... I don’t know-totally, it’s-well- Look at me!”

“Arthur, go make some friends while Rudy and I talk!” Mr.Turner told his son

Arthur smiled, “Yes, daddy! You and Rudy go have a good talk, alright? I’ll just be out here with the gang!” 

Mr.Turner and Rudy went into Rudy’s office. As soon as the door shut, Arthur’s entire demeanor shifted. Jack was the first to greet him.

“Hey, I’m Jack. How ya doing?”

“So!” Arthur interjected, “What do you losers do all day around this dump?Sit around and pretend to know karate?” 

He punctuated his sentence by flailing his arms around. 

Jerry puffed his chest, “Pretend to know karate? Check this out,”

Jerry readied himself, and Y/N finally stepped forward to join the group. Jerry stepped back.

“Go ahead, show him Jack!” 

Jack rolled his eyes, but turned to a practice dummy. The group started cheering him on. He did a roundhouse kick and knocked the head off the dummy. Arthur rolled his eyes, he glanced at Y/N and smirked.

“That was nothing!” Arthur insisted, “You guys want to see some real karate moves?”

He took the bow staff from Milton. 

“Watch this!” He proclaimed

He swung it around wildly while shrieking. Y/N looked away out of embarrassment. He broke one of the trophies.

“Uh oh.” He panicked, before throwing the bow staff back to Milton

Rudy and Mr.Turner emerged from the office.

“What was that?” Rudy demanded

“I can’t believe it, sir! That kid just busted up all your trophies!” Arthur lied

“Milton you are in big trouble!” Rudy scolded

Jack stepped forward, “What? It wasn’t Milton, it was Arthur!”

“Oh,” Rudy softened, “Well, accidents happen. And thank you for showing us what a dangerous place that is to keep trophies! Now, everyone give our newest member Arthur a big Bobby Wasabi welcome!”

Mr.Turner started clapping and so did Jerry. Y/N slowly joined in to not seem rude. Meanwhile the rest were just standing there, in shock.

The next day, Kim was whaling on a practice dummy as Eddie held it. He groaned as he let go of it.

“Kim, take it easy!” Eddie whined

Kim sighed, “Sorry, I’m just tired of being looked at as just another pretty face.” 

Jerry nodded, “Welcome to my world, sister!”

“I mean, what’s the point of being a reporter for the school TV station if Margaret Bork just thinks I’m some airhead southern belle who can’t do real news?” Kim vented

Arthur came in laughing, dragging Jack along with him. Y/N glanced their way as they hit a training dummy again. 

“OH, you guys should have seen what we just did!” Arthur cackled, “It was a riot! It was like taking candy from a baby!”

Jack rolled his eyes, “That’s what you actually did, Arthur. You took candy from a baby.”

Y/N laughed, Jack glared at her. 

“Hey, uh, can I get in on that?” Jerry asked before taking a piece of licorice, “Thanks, nothing tastes better than something stolen from a baby!”

Jack stormed off into Rudy’s office, and the others went back to what they were doing. Y/N approached Arthur.

“Hey,” She greeted

He seemed surprised, “Oh, uh, hey.”

She nodded at the licorice, “Can I steal a piece?”

He nodded and handed her one. Y/N bit a piece off and chuckled as she chewed. 

“What’s so funny?” Arthur asked

Y/N shook their head, “I just think it’s funny that you got Jack to just stand there while you nabbed this.”

“It’s not like he was gonna do anything,” Arthur replied

“So true.” Y/N chuckled, “Hey, do you wanna go get something to eat?”

He seemed even more surprised at that but nodded. Y/N smiled and grabbed their things. 

Jerry quirked a brow, “Where are you going?”

“Arthur and I are going to get something to eat.” Y/N replied as they headed for the door where Arthur was waiting

After the two had left Jack came out of Rudy’s office. When he didn’t see Arthur or Y/N he immediately approached Kim.

“Where did Y/N go?” Jack demanded

Kim looked at him, “She went to get something to eat with Arthur.”

His face got slightly red, “She can’t do that!” Kim turned on him, “Why can’t she!” “None of us likes him!” Jack tried to defend, “She can’t just take hiim out on a date or whatever!”

“So, you’re jealous?” 

“No, I am not jealous!”

“You so are.”

“I so am not!”

Kim chuckled, “Whatever, Jack.”

Meanwhile, Y/N and Arthur were sitting at a table in Falafel Phil’s laughing. Y/N took the wrapper off their straw half-way and blew through to shoot the other half at Arthur. 

“So, let me get this right?” Arthur chuckled, “You and the pasty kid sumo wrestled a professional sumo wrestler because you felt guilty?”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N affirmed, “I had a bruised back for like a week. Milton had to help me down stairs.” Arthur perked up, “Oh! I got you guys a gift, do you want to see?”

Y/N nodded and Arthur pulled out his phone, showing them the new pristine practice dummy he had ordered and was meant to get to the dojo the next day.

“That’s really nice Arthur!” Y/N complimented

They checked their watch, “I have to go, but we have to do this again sometime! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Y/N left with a wide smile on their face. On their way out they ran into Jerry, who was also heading home.

“Hey,” Jerry greeted

“Hey,” Y/N replied

“How was your date?”

Y/N smacked his shoulder, “It wasn’t a date! And it was good. Arthur isn’t too bad.”

The two parted ways, to go home. The next day, when Y/N entered the dojo Arthur was sitting there with the new dummy. The rest of the group exited the locker room. And Arthur stood, shooting Y/N a smile.

“What’s this?” Jack asked

“It’s a gift!” Arthur answered, “I know I’ve been a little bit of a jerk.”

“A little bit of a jerk?” Jack asked, “That’s like saying Jerry’s a little bit confused.”

“What?” Jerry asked, “Wait, what did I miss? I’m confused.”

“He’s trying to be nice, Jack.” Y/N snapped

Arthur smiled at her, “Look, to show that I’m not all bad, I got you guys this brand new state of the art punching dummy!”

“You know what, Arthur?” Jack said, “Maybe I had you wrong. If Y/N trusts you, I guess I do too.”

“Now that’s more like it!” Jerry cheered, “I think I should be the one to break this bad boy in!”

Jerry punched it in the face and the stomach opened letting out a spring punch. Y/N went to his side instantly.

“Oh my god, Jerry are you okay?” Y/N asked

Jack and Kim helped Jerry off the floor as Y/N rounded on Arthur.

“What the hell,Arthur?” Y/N shouted, “I gave you the benefit of the doubt! I thought you were alright! And now you do this!”

She punctuated every sentence with a poke to his chest.

Jack stepped forward, “Alright, that’s it-”

Kim stopped him, “No, Jack, you promised Rudy... but I didn’t.”

Eddie stopped Kim, “No, Kim, I want him all to myself.”

Milton stopped Eddie, “No, Eddie,this one’s all me.”

Milton turned on Arthur, then back to the rest of the group.

“Wait, why can’t Jack do this?” Milton pleaded

Y/N glared at Arthur, “It’s fine guys,let’s just start practice.”

Jack looked at her, and her eyes pleaded with him. Until he nodded in agreement. Arthur pushed Y/N out of the way.

“Woah, woah, woah, Jack!” Arthur prodded, “ I got this! Since Rudy’s not around and I outrank everyone, I’ll lead the class!”

“Are you nuts?” Eddie demanded, “You don’t outrank Jack!”

“Really? See, I don’t know if you noticed...” Arthur taunted, “But, I’m a green belt!” 

“Yeah,” Kim snapped, “Because your daddy bought it for you.”

Arthur stepped forward, “Jack, you don’t know anything about karate. You’re nothing but a scrawny little skate rat.”

“Arthur, would you just shut up?” Y/N demanded

Jack glowered at Arthur, “And you’re nothing but a spoiled little poser.”

The group chuckled at that. 

“Poser, huh?” Arthur snapped, “That’s it.”

Arthur ran at Jack.

“Jack don’t!” Y/N insisted

But, Jack hadn’t heard her and had already thrown him into the wall. 

“You’re gonna be sorry you did that!” Arthur shouted

Not a moment later Rudy and Mr.Turner entered the dojo.

“What’s going on?” Mr.Turner demanded

“It’s a good thing you’re here, dad!” Arthur cried, “I was just saying my prayers and eating my vitamins when Jack threw me into this wall!”

Mr.Turner turned to Rudy, “We had a deal, Rudy! You said this was a warm, safe environment where Arthur could learn karate and make friends!”

“Jack!” Rudy stumbled, “Did you throw Arthur into our wall of friendship?”

The group hesitantly nodded and agreed with what he said. Rudy ran to the wall and helped Arthur out of it. 

“They don’t do that to just anyone!” Rudy insisted, “They must really like you! Don’t you, Jack?”

Y/N stepped forward, “It wasn’t Jack’s fault. Arthur came at him first.”

Jack looked at Y/N with thanks in his eyes.

“He came at Jack, Jack came at him, it’s a big coming atcha party!” Rudy continued, “Alright, back to practice you lovable, scamps!”

“Rudy,” Mr.Turner snapped, “This is unacceptable, I want Jack and Y/N thrown out of your dojo!”

Y/N turned on her heel to look at the two. Glancing quickly at Jack, who was also frozen in shock.

“What?” They all asked

Arthur smirked, “Buh-bye, Jack and Y/N”

Rudy stood his ground, “I’m sorry, Mr.Turner, but that’s not gonna happen.”

“Alright then,” Mr.Turner stepped forward, “You have two hours to get out. You’re standing on the site of my new parking lot. Come on, son.”

Arthur was ushered out of the dojo by Mr.Turner. Tears brimmed Y/N’s eyes, one way or another she was losing this dojo. Rudy argued with his toilet for a second. 

Jack and Y/N decided to kick themselves out. Rudy stopped Jack.

“Put your stuff back, you’re not leaving.” Rudy insisted

Jack sighed, “If we don’t go, you guys lose the dojo.”

“We lose it either way.” Y/N said, “We’re not going to take it away from you guys.”

Rudy placed his hands on one of each of their shoulders.

“No, you;re not going.Sometimes in life, a man has to decide what’s really important,” Rudy said, two men started to carry his toilet away, “Oh hey! Not the toilet, take the kids instead!”

“Rudy!” Milton protested

“I’m sorry, but you’ve never sat on her.”

Jerry stepped up, “We’re not gonna take this, man! We gotta fight the power, yo!”

Jack dropped his duffle, “Jerry’s right! We’ve got to fight back! Like that guy on Meyer Avenue!”

“He chained himself to that old tree so that it wouldn’t be cut down!” Y/N continued

Kim nodded, “He stood his ground and saved that tree!”

“Until it fell over in a storm, destroyed my Aunt Verna’s house and she had to move into my room!” Milton complained, “I’ve seen things no boy my age should see.”

“You know what, you guys are onto something!” Rudy agreed, “What Turner’s doing is wrong, and we gotta fight back!” “What are you saying, Rudy?”Jerry asked

“I’m saying they can’t tear down the dojo if I’m chained to that post!” Rudy clarified, “And I will fight the good fight for as long as it takes! So chain me up!”

The group all cheered encouragement for him. 

“Get these things off of me! I can’t take it! I’m going crazy!” Rudy shrieked after he’d been chained up

“Rudy! It’s only been three minutes!” Jack replied

Kim stormed out of the side room, “Yeah, well if it’s such a great story then why not report it yourself?! That was Margaret, apparently Taco Tuesday is becoming Fajita Friday.”

“Yes!” Milton praised, “You slip the lunch lady $10 and a cat calendar and you can move mountains, baby!”

Eddie sighed, “All this talk about food is making me hungry, I’m gonna go over to Honeybuns to hook us up!”

“No!” Jerry protested, “You can’t go out there, man! That’s just what they want! You go out that door, it’s like we’ve given up!”

“Well, eventually we’re gonna need something to eat!” Kim reasoned

Eddie looked up, “You know, our air vent connects with the nail salon. Those ladies are always snacking on something.”

“Yeah!” Jack stood, “He’s right!”

Jerry nodded, “Yeah, but who’s skinny enough to fit through that vent?”

All their eyes went to Milton. 

“Oh.” Milton said, before the realization hit him, “Ohhhhh!”

Milton stripped his over shirt, leaving him in a  wife beater tank top. He threw the over shirt and hit Y/N in the face with it.

“Agh! Milton!” Y/N complained

Jack and Jerry hoisted Milton up to the vent. And there was a humming noise. Y/N glanced around.

“I think the exhaust vent just turned on!” Y/N announced

“What makes you say that?” Jerry asked

Then Milton was sucked up into the vent, Jack chuckled.

“Oh nothing in particular.” Y/N continued

They all sat together, waiting for anything to happen. About half an hour later, Turner showed up. Jack was the first on his feet.

“Look, Turner just showed up with some people!” Jack pointed out

The man had a megaphone and made an announcement.

“Attention dojo squatters, you have five minutes to get out.” Turner hollered, “We are bringing in a wrecking ball.”

“You don’t scare us, Turner!” Rudy shouted, before lowering his voice, “That whole bringing in a wrecking ball routine is the oldest trick in the book!”

Y/N kept their eyes outside, “That is a very real wrecking ball.”

“What?” Rudy demanded, “Unchain me, you fools!”

“Dude, we can’t!” Jerry said, “You gave the keys to Milton!”

Rudy panicked, “What? No! It can’t end like this! I never sat in a hot tub full of pudding! No wait, yes I did... no that was custard.”

Jerry peeked outside, “Nothing brings in a crowd like a wrecking ball! They’re totally on our side. You can feel the love!”

A muffled chant of “Knock it down!” began. Jerry glared outside before sticking his head out.

“Why don’t you guys shut your pie holes!” He shouted

Y/N slumped on the ground across from Rudy. Kim stood up straight as she got an idea.

“I just realized I’m in the middle of a huge story!” Kim announced, “Five kids from our school fight a great injustice!”

Jack glanced outside, “Well you better get out there, because it looks like your friend Margaret just showed up.”

“Oh no she didn’t,” Kim stormed out, “Not today, Margaret! Not today!”

Turner pulled out his megaphone again, “In two minutes we’re turning this place into a parking lot!”

Jerry looked at the four who were left, “I’m going out there.”

Then he stepped outside.

“Alright, now I got some demands, people,” He started, “Now, we’re gonna need a big bag of cheeseburgers, some fries, some juice boxes, and throw in some of those glow in the dark straws! They make drinking fun, yo!”

A guy in the crowd shouted, “Your demands stink!”

“Bro I wasn’t finished!” Jerry whined, “And I’m also gonna need a couple of helicopters flown by supermodels!” 

“Now those are some demands!” The same guy shouted

Jerry got the crowd to cheer Wasabi.

Y/N looked out the window, and saw Arthur climbing into the wrecking ball control center.

“Guys!” Y/N shouted, “Look!”

The wrecking ball started swinging around. 

“I got this,” Jack insisted before running outside

Y/N was quick to follow but stayed in front of the door. They blocked it with their body, if anything was happening to this dojo they were going with it. The ball swung toward them, and they leaned back.

“Y/N get out of the way!” Jack shouted

Pushing the door in slightly as the wrecking ball lightly tapped them and the dojo. As soon as it stopped, Y/N went inside.

“That was horrifying.” Y/N gasped out as Jerry pulled them into a tight hug

“You’re insane.” Jerry replied

Turner was the next person in the door.

“Is everyone okay in here?” He asked

Rudy sighed, “Look, Turner, you win. Alright, just go ahead and take your dojo back! Put up your parking lot! But, you know what? We’re proud! And we will hold our heads high!”

Rudy lifted his arms and the chains fell from around him.

“Really?” Rudy whined, “Hands over the head, that’s all it took.”

Jack ran inside pushing Arthur in ahead of him. 

“I think this belongs to you.” Jack said

Once they were both in he ran to Y/N. Doing a once over to make sure she was okay before pulling her into a bone crushing hug.

Turner rounded on his son, “Arthur, how could you do something like this? You endangered Y/N’s life! I’ve given you everything!” “Maybe that’s the problem.” Rudy said

“What do you mean?” Turner asked

“Well, this dojo might not be much,” Rudy continued, “But it’s built on the principle’s of discipline and respect. A couple of things Arthur obviously doesn’t have.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” Arthur groaned, “Look, can we just knock down the little dump now, dad?”

“No,” Turner snapped, “He’s right. I’m sorry, Rudy. Your dojo can stay.”

“Yes!” They all cheered

Jack picked Y/N up in a hug and spun them.

“Arthur, get in the car!” Turner snapped, “You’re grounded!”

Arthur quirked an eyebrow, “Grounded? What does that even mean?”

Jack smirked as he set Y/N down, “I think you’re about to find out.”

“Buh-bye, Arthur!” Y/N mocked

Turner pushed Arthur out of the dojo, leaving only the gang inside. 

“Jack, what you did was incredible!” Rudy complimented

Jack shook his head, “ It wasn’t just me! We all did it!... Wait a minute, has anyone seen Milton?”

Once everything was said and done the dojo was empty. Rudy was in his office and everyone else had gone home. Y/N sat on the bench, rubbing the spot on her sternum where the wrecking ball had tapped. A few moments passed before she felt a weight next to her. 

Jack glanced at her, “You shouldn’t have put yourself in harm’s way like that.”

“You jumped on top of the wrecking ball,” Y/N replied with a chuckle, “I am far from the one who was in the most danger.”

There was a moment of silence and Y/N looked at the ground.

“About what happened after the thing with Truman-” Jack started

Y/N stood, “Can we just forget that it happened? I’d rather things just go back to normal.”

Jack sunk in on himself a bit, “Yeah. Of course, yeah, it never happened.”

“Awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jack.” Y/N said before leaving

Jack watched after her before mumbling under his breath, “I have a crush on you too.”

#jack brewer #jack brewer x reader #Kim Crawford #Milton Krupnick #Jerry Martinez #Eddie Jones #rudy gillespie #Kickin It

[canibeyoungforever]

heyyy ;)

can i request richarlison dating a single mom reader and him falling in love with her daughter and acting like a father figure in her life since her real father wasn’t present?

a/n:stop i feel like i can write something so cute out of this😭😭♥️ thank you so much for your request hope you will like it <33

Richarlison Imagines:Never hurt her

a/n:wrote it while listening to that song <3

You introduced Richarlison to your daughter Romy when being in 10 months of relationship and you saw something happened for the past 2 months they spend her entire time together and being "the best bestfriends in the entire universe and galaxy" as she always say.

Richy is about to leave with his bags to go to Quatar but there is no Romy waiting to say goodbyes at the door,which surprise you very much.

"Rom he’s leaving soon!" You say

"I don’t care!" Romy clap back and you widen your eyes

You go upstairs in your room to see Richy all sad "What happened?" You ask

"I told her i couldn’t go to her dance show because i have the opening ceremony of the world cup and everything and now she doesn’t want to talk to me and she said that "i’m not her bestfriend anymore"" He explain

"You said you were able to go!" You say

"Because i thought i could skip opening ceremony!" He explain,feeling guilty

"You’re gonna be late you should go." You say

"Please i already feel like shit enough i don’t want you mad at me." He say

"I’m not mad Richy." "I’ll just have to explain to a 4 years old child that you didn’t stick to your promise and that’s fine." You explain

A few hours later Richy left and Romy is in her tutu:

"I don’t wanna go!" "I’m gonna fail mommy!" Romy say

"You will not fail Baby,you’ll do amazing and i’ll be here to applaud you." You say

"But not him.." She say sad and with tears in her eyes

"Hey come here!" You hug her

"I love you and he loves you too never doubt about it sometimes he just have to be away." You try to explain

"Because he’s a footballer?" "Yeah" "So i don’t like football!" You sigh in defeat

"We need to go okay" You say

"Okay.."

"Listen to me"

She look at you:

"You’ll do amazing because you are wonderful stunning and incredible just like your mommy."

She laugh you kiss her all over her cheeks and she laugh even more

You take the car and arrive when a certain blonde who was supposed have left the country make an appearance

"What are you doing here?" You ask

"I would have been such an idiot if i would have missed this." He say

"Oh that’s for sure." You say and he smile

"I’m sorry." He say

"You don’t have to say this to me the only thing i want is you to promise me that you’re never ever going to hurt her if you can’t go somewhere with her don’t promise her in the first place and don’t disappoint her once again."

"I promise i swear even." "Where is she?" He ask

"Behind the scene."

He kiss you quickly and go behind the scene

Richarlison point of view:

You go behind the scene and see Romy:

"Romy!"

When she see you her face lights up she runs to you wraps herself around your legs. You bend down and take her in your arms.

"I’m so sorry." You say "Would you forgive me?"

"And would you be my bestfriend again?I don’t want us to stop being bestfriends i love you too much" She ask

You smile "Of course" You kiss her cheek

"I love you you need to go but you’re gonna do amazing Roms okay!" "Okay!" You put her down and come back toward Y/n

You sit on a chair and she sit next to you:

"And you would you forgive me my love?" You ask

"Of course i will."

And the show goes on..

a/n:i didn’t really know how to write what you asked so i did this instead i feel like it’s very bad but i prefer give something at least english is not my first language

#imagines #richarlison #richarlison x reader #richarlison imagines #richarlison imagine

[book-place]

Guilty Conscience

Warnings: tasm spoilers, mention of character death, panic attacks, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Peter Parker x sister reader

Request: Hey, I have a request! who knows a oneshot where Peter Parker's younger sister feels guilty for Uncle Ben's death for having participated in the whole event up close and feeling that she should have done something (even though she is only 12(?) years old and really couldn't have done much about it) and starts to pull away from May and Peter because of this (and also because Peter started acting weird due to his "spider problem") and, after she arrives one day shaken from school due to an anxiety attack related to it all, Peter just tries to reach out and comfort her? (oh and if you can make it be TASM! Peter Parker I would be so grateful lol) Well, I hope you can understand what I mean and my idea itself lol English is not my first language, by the way, so... sorry if I missed a spelling issue or something! ps: I love your oneshots! your writing is really amazing and i'm glad it reached me here from brazil <3

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You’ve never felt more alone then you did after your uncles death

A/N: Hi :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You rattled off a long sigh, letting your eyes slip up to the building in front of you. The intimidating, cold building stood there like a prison, waiting for its next guilty occupant. In this case, you.

But at the end of the day, it was just a school, and perhaps you were the only one who felt like a prisoner in the place of learning and popularity. You doubted it, though.

As much as you tried to ignore them, it was practically impossible to miss the way people would send you long glances- some with pity, others with amusement- before turning to their friends and beginning whispering to each other. As if you weren’t right there.

Though you had only been pulled out of school for a week, it felt as though it had been an eternity. An endless cycle of pain, guilt, and grief.

The best you could do was act as if you didn’t hear anybody or notice the way students parted in the hallway all around you.

You pretended as if this was just a one day thing, that it would go away as soon as the final bell rang. But you knew that it would last a good month before it fully faded from people’s memories and they stopped caring.

So far, you hadn’t yet figured out if you were longing for or dreading for when that time would come. To finally have people stop making you the center of attention, or to have people forget the reason you hadn’t been in school. The person it was because of. When that time comes, would they forget about him all together? Everybody? Would life just carry on as if he were never there?

You had begged your Aunt May to let you stay out for another week, but she insisted that the best thing that could be done for you was to send you back into the real world. She said that she would be doing it with you, going back to work on the same day.

And though she didn’t say it, you knew that she meant that you had to move on, learn how to live a life without your Uncle Ben. The only father figure in your life. One of the people you loved most in the world. And as of a week ago, the only person you felt like was still on your side.

For some time now, your older brother, Peter, had been distancing himself from not just you, but your entire family as well. And that stung.

The two of you used to be as close as siblings could be, rarely ever arguing, always getting along.

Your aunt always claimed it was the age gap, you being twelve and Peter being seventeen, but you always secretly thought it was because he wasn’t dead set like all the other teenagers at seeming too cool to hang out with their younger sibling. He actually cared about you, and wasn’t afraid to show it.

But then he was distancing himself, and you felt alone.

Sure, you had May, but you had never been as close to her as you were to Ben or Peter.

Though everyone avoided you like the plague, the hallways felt too crowded. Too stuffy. Too loud. Too bright.

You hadn’t even realized how much your breathing had picked up until dark spots had begun to dance in the corners of your vision. Only then did you feel the tight squeeze in your chest and the way your hands were shaking uncontrollably.

It wasn’t until you began swaying back and forth on your feet, stumbling through the hall slightly, did you realize that you really had to get out of there.

No longer caring about the whispers that would go around, you barged into an empty and dark classroom, closing the door behind you just in time for you to lose your balance completely.

Helplessly grasping onto the wall for support, you slipped down until your knees were touching your chest, breathing becoming more shallow and rapid as you gasped for air.

Your hands flew up to your hair and you began tugging at the roots, ignoring the sting that came along with it, the same way you were ignoring the way salty tears had begun to leak out of your eyes and make their way down your face.

That was how you spent the next thirty minutes, rocking back and forth with no thoughts other than everything that had happened to you within the week, everything you had lost, everything that would happen.

-•-

When you had finally managed to calm yourself down, you had decided that staying at school for the rest of the day would be pointless.

So, you slipped out of the building undetected and began your long trek home.

It was what you needed, you supposed, to have the comforting noises of the city drown out all the thoughts in your head.

You of course avoided the streets that reminded you of that night, the very ones that you were also mentally avoiding.

Now your problem has become physical and mental.

By the time you got home, at least half of a school day had passed, but you couldn’t care less.

You quickly shrugged off and discarded your backpack, throwing it down beside your shoes before trudging up the stairs, trying to make a beeline for your room before a voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Y/n?” Peter asked, peeking his head out from his own room as his eyes widened in surprise at seeing you.

You froze like a deer in headlights under your older brother's gaze. He was supposed to be in school as well.

His eyebrows furrowed, automatically taking in the way your hands were shaking slightly by your sides and your disheveled hair, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

A scoff escaped your lips before you could stop yourself and you rolled your eyes slightly, turning on your heel and stomping the rest of the way to your room.

“Hey- what? Y/n, wait!” He called, pushing off of the wall and scrambling after you, pushing on your door just in time to stop it from slamming in his face.

“Go away, Peter.” You demanded through gritted teeth, not even looking at him as he spoke.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” He insisted, brown orbs sweeping over every inch of your face as if that alone would inform him of what he wanted to know, “You can talk to me, Y/n.”

Your jaw clenched as you whipped around to glare up at him dangerously, watching as his eyes widened in surprise at your actions, “That’s rich coming from you.” You hissed.

“Why aren’t you in school?” He continued calmly, not losing his patience with you. He never lost his patience with you.

“Why aren’t you in school?” You shot back, giving up on trying to close the door and turned back into your room, stiffly sitting on your bed with your back against the headboard.

“It was too hard,” He admitted softly, shuffling after you slightly and coming to a halt in front of where you sat.

Despite yourself, your muscles relaxed slightly at his words. You weren’t the only one feeling that way.

Hesitantly, he sunk onto the mattress near your feet, “You’re not alone, Y/n,” He spoke softly, slowly reaching out and grabbing onto your hand, squeezing it lightly.

Angrily, you shook your hand out of his grasp and brought it to your chest, where you crossed your arms.

A flash of hurt went through his eyes at your gesture before he spoke up again, “Please just tell me what’s wrong. I want to help you.”

“You want to help me?” You seethed, something finally snapping inside of you as you sat up on your knees so that you were eye level with him, “Well then where were you last week? Where were you when Uncle Ben died? Where were you as I sat in the middle of the street and screamed for help, to useless to do anything other than that to try and save my uncle?”

By then, tears had once again begun to roll down your cheeks in waves of sorrow, and Peter felt his heart break more than it ever had before.

He had been so caught up in his own grief and everything going on after getting bitten by that spider that he hadn’t even been able to see you, his little sister, only twelve years old, in so much pain.

“I’m so sorry,” He breathed out, tears of his own springing into his eyes as he drew you into his arms and to his chest.

This time, you didn’t fight him as you melted into his hold, grasping onto his shirt tightly as you sobbed along with your elder brother.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He kept repeating, burying his face in your hair as he spoke, “It wasn’t your fault. I promise you it wasn’t. Okay?”

You nodded against his shoulder, sniffling slightly as you hiccuped a little bit while your tears finally subsided.

“I’ll be better,” He whispered, “I won’t leave you like that ever again, you hear me? I promise.”

Two promises. Two of the biggest ones he possibly ever has or ever will make, but he meant them with every bone in his body.

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[the-wanderer-2022]

The Emperor's Lost Love (Yandere Namjoon x Reader)

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"Appa! Appa!"

The storm clouds linger above the turrets of House Margon. Named after a great warrior and all those who descended from his line, they were once the crown and glory of Trodel. Before the man from over the sea. The one who has the name that no one knows. The one who brought death and destruction and misery to Trodel. And now to Lord Margon's own offspring.

"Appa."

The man shudders at the sight of his youngest daughter (Y/N). Of course it would have been her. She is the only one with half a brain in her head, brilliant, clever and entirely too curious. The other siblings rest easy in their beds but (Y/N) is always wandering. This is one night he wishes she had not.

"Don't let them take me Appa!"

"Kaoru . . ."

Across the vast expanse of the courtyard, two figures in black drag away a screaming child. She is hooded and covered but her cries are unmistakable.

"Kaoru! I'm coming!" (Y/N) starts to move but her father grabs her arm stiffly, his wrinkled eyes narrowing.

"You will do no such thing (Y/N)."

"What's going on?!" She wrestles furiously against her father's grip but he is a seasoned man and (Y/N) is no more than a little blossom at the time. "Why are you letting them take my sister?! What about mama?"

"(Y/N)!" Tears fill her eyes at her father's rough bark. "Kaoru did what she had to do for this family."

"She was kidnapped!"

There is a heavy silence filled with her father's panting. "Do not make me strike you child. You know I hate to strike you, but I will not allow your stubborn head to jeopardise the peace of this family. Kaoru knew her place. Your mama knows her place. It is time for you to do the same."

What about your place? The little girl thinks, turning sharply and running back to her room, far away from the night. And the man she thought promised to protect them all.

-

"(Y/N)?"

"Mmmm . . ."

"Hey!" Hanina slaps (Y/N)'s arm lightly. "Child, are you daydreaming again?"

"I am always daydreaming Avila."

Hanina is (Y/N)' s personal servant but (Y/N) always calls her Avila. Hanina means "servant", Avila in the tongue of Trodel, means "one who talks a lot".

"You cannot be daydreaming tonight." Avila lifts the creamy blue garment up to (Y/N)'s skin. "You are so beautiful. The Emperor himself would not be able to resist you."

"Avila, I am not a chocolate cake!" (Y/N) laughs. "And besides, the Emperor is looking for a lady of class I'm sure. He wants a piece of arm candy. That's not me."

"But it could be (Y/N)." Avila lowers the garment, placing it gently to the side as she takes (Y/N)'s arm. "You know your father has been struggling. You coming into a position of power . . ."

"Avila, you know how I feel about that," (Y/N) insists. "I'm not ready for a relationship. You saw what happened just now. I can barely keep my head straight and you want me to become Empress just so my father can have enough money to drink and gamble his life away."

"But all your sisters are married now (Y/N). You have to think of yourself. You have no brothers. As critical as you are of your father's habits shall we say, if anything happens to him, you and your mama would be out on the streets. And so would I."

The uneasy feeling in (Y/N)'s chest returns. Like enough air isn't going into her lungs.

"Avila?" She whispers, but it comes out more like a murmur. "What do they say about the Emperor?"

A slight delay. "Emperor Egan."

"That's not his real name," (Y/N) insists. "It can't be. If you want people to take you seriously, you don't go around calling yourself something that's a couple of letters off from Emperor Egg . . ." She receives a light smack in response.

"No one really knows (Y/N)," Avila sighs. "He came from overseas many years ago. Searching for something."

"What was he searching for?"

"Another thing we do not know. There are rumours that all the people close to him in those days were executed when he took on the name Egan. No one has seen him in many years. This ball will be the first time the Emperor has appeared in public for a long time."

(Y/N) turns her head. "Are you telling me, that you want me to go out and woo this man that no one has seen in gods knows how long? What if I get there and he's like a crusty piece of bread, or one of those shrivelled prunes you get at the bottom . . ."

"Gods give me strength." She's trying not to smile. "(Y/N), I love your sense of humour, but for the sake of us all, do try and talk as little as possible tonight. The Emperor is not a forgiving man."

-

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. Never before have (Y/N)'s night terrors made their way into the day. But they are today. Tonight.

Was it the way the marble gates swung shut behind them as House Margon entered the Imperial Palace? Was it the way the walls seemed to close in from every angle, from her right, to her left, all she could see is walls amidst the glowing blood lights.

The night terror about Kaoru. It keeps playing and playing and playing. She had grown used to it. Numerous people have confirmed that there was no such person. Then why does Lady (Y/N) feel so sad?

Entering the courtyard, the servants are quick to take her coat, revealing a glorious shimmering ball gown of turquoise.

Lord Margon takes the arm of his wife. Her sisters take the arms of their husband's. (Y/N) is left standing alone. She reaches down to make sure her boots are in place. It's hardly appropriate footwear for the ball, but if everyone is occupied, she has always wanted to see the Imperial gardens.

When she stands up however, a man is there. She doesn't know how he got there. She did not feel him approach. But when she lingers on the achy sensation in her heart, it only intensifies being near this man. If indeed he is a man. Trodel is a summer country, but he is as pale as death and his scarlet suit and sash only make him look washed out.

"What a charming beauty," he murmurs, his words clipped and polished. "What may I ask is your name my lady?"

He extends an arm for her to take but (Y/N) ignores it and begins to make her way up the stairs.

"I am flattered my lord, to be called charming without having ever opened my mouth," she says, turning back to look at him. "Forgive me, I have been studying the etiquette for these events, and I would not want to give you the wrong impression by accepting your arm. I . . ."

"You misunderstand me my blossom," the man counters. Why can she not move when he trails a gloved hand from her shoulder, down her arm to her hand, scooping it up and squeezing her fingers tightly. "An unaccompanied lady requires an escort of course. It is as you say, proper etiquette. Perhaps I should go first. I am Lord Taehyung. And you are?"

The words are stuck in her throat. One of the Emperor's closest friends and she is already off on the wrong foot!

"(Y/N)."

"(Y/N)." He cuts the name into it's syllables and smiles as he utters them. "A lovely name for a lovely lady." When he draws closer, the Color of his eyes sends shivers down her spine. Red. As red as the colour could be. "Forgive me my lady." He notices her shocked expression and withdraws with a chuckle. "My eyes shock you?"

"I . . . No my lord. They are quite unusual. I have never seen their like before."

"I have never seen your like before," he smiles with all the warmth of a serpent. "I suppose for such a beautiful lady, I could overlook the proper etiquette just this once. Please enjoy the ball. I hope it will not be the last time my eyes are blessed to behold you."

Are all gentlemen this creepy?! (Y/N) nods, almost stuttering over herself as she turns and races up the stairs, handfuls of her gown at hand. She hears a sharp gasp behind her but when she turns, he is gone with only a soft trail of the evening mist in his wake.

-

"Namjoon. My Emperor."

The figure in the corner is barely visible in the dark. The rich bass of his voice penetrates every surface in the room but his eyes remain fixed on the illuminating light of the moon.

"Lord Taehyung. I was not aware it was time for me to show myself yet."

"No my Emperor."

Noticing his friend's pacing, his scarlet eyes snap upwards. "You know my distaste for wasting time Taehyung. Speak. What warrants interrupting my feeding?"

"I have seen her."

The metal glass hits the stone ground with a clink. The liquid pools around the silken rug, yet the Emperor does not turn.

"Impossible. My beloved is gone Taehyung. You tread on dangerous ground if you think to bait me with another look alike. Kaoru was the last one. There will be no more women."

Taehyung draws closer to the balcony. The sounds of the festivities fill the mountain side below. All reds and golds, the Emperor's favorite colours.

"Are you so sure old friend?"

Namjoon growls. "There will be no more women. My Empress is gone."

And then a flurry of blue comes in.

"Do you see the woman in the blue dress?" Taehyung points. It is more like a flurry of blue as the lady in question is currently bounding in great leaps up the stairs with some kind of bundle in her arms. Behind her, Imperial guards are rushing and shouting.

"She . . ." Namjoon starts, peering closer. "Is she holding a dog?"

"It appears that way. Likely one of the strays. She's wearing boots with the gown."

"A questionable fashion choice, if practical."

"Someone else you knew used to do that."

"A pair of boots and a stray dog proves nothing."

"I know. You must meet her to see it."

-

"Let her go."

Though the voice does not shout, it carries presence. Immediately the guard holding (Y/N)'s arm like a vice, releases his grip.

She does not feel reassured by the horror on her father's face, or the whispering of the crowd. As she turns around, clutching the stray dog in her arms, she sees him.

The Imperial Crown of Trodel sits atop his ebony hair, his skin is as flawless as a piece of glass, his eyes a glint of ice amidst the pupil. Draped in robes of cerise and gold, the crowd parts like clockwork as he makes his way towards her. Her breath catches in her throat.

"I . . ." A cough from her father reminds her of her duty. "Emperor Egan." She bows her head low, hoping that this man will do a u turn and head off to wherever it is that people dressed like that head off to. "My gratitude for your assistance."

"It is no problem," he answers smoothly. "Lady . . ."

He hangs on the word a minute before she realises what he is asking. "(Y/N). Your Majesty."

He makes eye contact with someone familiar. Lord Taehyung. The plot thickens. He is still staring, his expression unreadable when she breaks the silence.

"Emperor Egan . . ." Her egg joke comes back to mind and she finds a little courage within herself. "If I may be so bold, may I have this dog?"

"Have the . . ." He had forgotten. She is . . . Perfection. She is perfection born again in the flesh, and all of a sudden, it as if a thousand years have not passed, and he is still with his angel, in the lands beyond the sea. "Yes of course you must. You must have the dog. I shall have the guards clean him up for you to take home."

The puppy yelps as one of the guards attempts to take him, leading (Y/N) to pull him back to her chest.

"I would rather not my Emperor, if you don't mind. They were on the verge of drowning him when I arrived. I am sure you will say it is with good reason that he does not trust them."

" . . . Yes I suppose that is fair. Music!" She jumps as he claps his hands and the music returns. "Lady (Y/N), perhaps you would care to dance with me."

"I . . . Forgive me my Emperor, my dancing is horrible. And you can see the state of my dress, I would be a laughing stock."

"I would personally deal with anyone who laughed at you," he answers sternly. Unnervingly. "Perhaps a walk in the Imperial Gardens then? Those boots look well suited to walking."

She smiles and her eyes light up. "I love gardens."

It takes everything he has not to kiss her. Not to tell her how long he has waited. How many nights he has suffered. But in good time. All in good time.

The Imperial gardens capture her attention. She is moving swiftly through them and he is watching her, marvelling at how her eyes sparkle, at how she murmurs to the dog, about how she asks questions. At her voice. He answers them all patiently, waiting, waiting, as they venture deeper in, further away from the party.

"I have been waiting a long time for this moment," he says at last.

Drunk on the beauty of the gardens, she fails to notice him until he is right in front of her.

"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you Isuel."

"Isuel? That's not . . ."

"It is your name my love, you've only forgotten. As you spend more time with me, you will remember. Now I have you at last. Don't worry. It won't be like last time. I won't lose you again . . ." His last words lead him to slam his lips forcefully against hers. Try though she does with tears and biting, she cannot make him move until he finally releases her, leaving her to gasp for air.

"My love."

"You're insane!" She reaches to slap him but he catches her hand easily, kissing each finger.

"I wouldn't do that darling. You're not in your pure form yet. Wouldn't want to hurt yourself."

She huffs angrily, feeling tears singe her eyes. "I should have known that was all you cared about. Yourself! I'm going back to the party!"

"Oh I'm afraid not my love. No, you will never be leaving my side again."

"What's going on here . . ."

What happens next is a scene written only in nightmares. Lord Margon appears. The Emperor flicks a finger. There's this snap. This nasty, booming SNAP! He hits the ground like a rag doll.

She tries to scream as she rushes to her father but the sound comes out like a broken wail.

"A-a-Appa . . ."

"Your mother and sisters remain in my palace," the Emperor warns.

"Are you going to murder my entire family you bastard?!"

A smirk tickles his lips. "That is entirely up to you my love."

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TWELVE.FIVE — AUGUST 1, 2022, 8:33PM

trigger warning: mention of drug abuse/alcohol abuse, and assault

you remembered the entire night like the back of your hand; arriving at the club as mingi walked you there, sitting on the uncomfortable couch in uncomfortable clothes, watching the attendees enjoying themselves while you sit there, sober-living and drug-free.

you could remember why you swore off alcohol and drugs for the rest of your life, entirely because of your parental figures; the constant sicknesses you had to endure as a kid, the endless fighting between your parents about who took what, where they put it that normally ended violently. your younger sibling was already housed somewhere else, which you believed was exchanged for cash. in all honesty, the soju you were gifted was just accepted in your kind of heart, and also so your friends could enjoy their night, because they could actually hold their liquor unlike your figures in your life.

you sit on that uncomfortable couch, reliving every second of your lifetime; your mother begging and pleading for you to go into pharmaceutical science for her own benefit, your father constantly arguing with you, blaming you for every single second something of his went missing. and in all honesty, you housed all your parents' possessions under your mattress, right behind the milk crates that they gave you instead of that new bed frame you saved money for on your birthday. that went to their addictions when you gave it to them. big, if not huge, mistake on your part.

wooyoung and yeosang sat beside you, both enjoying their liquor, while you forced your hands on your knees, keeping them from covering your mouth.

"hey, you okay, y/n?" yeosang was the first to pipe up, setting the glass on the table.

you nodded, "i'm fine." you smiled softly, "i'm just not used to this kind of setting, in all honesty." pulling your phone out, you opened your most beloved app, pokémon go, waiting for it to load up.

wooyoung gave one of his signature giant box smile, "well, good news is, we're not much of party animals ourselves." he scooted closer, "woah, your character looks cool!" he looked at your character on your screen before opening the profile.

"huh?" you looked from him to the phone, "oh, thank you." you smiled, your character dressed up as jessie from team rocket, your shiny gengar as your buddy, "i've spent real life money on this game, unfortunately."

wooyoung and yeosang looked through your collection of pokémon on your phone, gasping at all the different shiny pokémon you harbored, even few shiny legendaries.

hongjoong wandered over to the couch, offering you a cup with a mystery liquid in it, and you smelled in, both as a safety precaution and through curiosity, accepting it almost immediately when you figured out it was just water.

"what are you doing, sang?" hongjoong sighed, "give her phone back."

yeosang gaped, "look at all this, joong. i aspired for this type of pokedex as a kid." yeosang turned the phone to the elder.

hongjoong looked to you, to get the go ahead to scroll, which you granted, before scrolling through the page, "wow, how long have you been playing this game, y/n?"

"not very long. i did play pokémon with my sibling as a kid, but we had to pawn our gameboy, after that, we just kind of collected cards." you smiled, "but, i only started playing pokémon go, last year, i think?" you answered more as a question, "i don't drive or anything, so i walk everywhere, so it's more convenient than bring my switch everywhere with me."

hongjoong smiled, "you really like it, don't you?"

you shrugged shyly, "it's fun, and it's like taking care of a pet." your heart squeezed at the thought of owning a pet; one that would've protected you from everything.

you know san had a cat, which you have taken care of multiple times on your days off, but you wanted one to call your own.

maybe a dog; a big dog.

you spoke the rest of the night with them, not noticing time passing until you looked at your phone again, when they all went off to go get more drinks, that it was 3 o'clock in the morning. you gathered your things and looked around the club to look for your friends, constantly checking the time, scared even a minute off would destroy everything.

yeosang approached, skillfully holding three cups in his hand, "is something wrong, y/n?"

you shook your head, "no, i was just going to let you guys know that i was going to head back home." you smiled, "i promised mingi i'd be back home before he had to wake up for work."

yeosang pursed his lips, "let me get wooyoung and hongjoong." he smiled back sweetly, his eyes creasing as he wandered off.

silently, you sat there, tapping your foot just a little too impatiently.

hongjoong approached, the younger two following, "are you heading out, now?"

"yeah, i promised mingi and everything."

"i see." he rubbed his chin, "here, i can walk you out." he smiled, helping you stand up, "if you want me to, i can give you a ride." he chuckled.

you shook your head, exiting the club and pulling the wristband from your wrist, "oh, no, it's okay. my apartment is just around the corner. i can walk." you pulled the coat on, your hands immediately pulling the sleeves around them.

"are you sure?" hongjoong asked, looking at you gently, "i have an extra helmet and everything."

"i'm sure." you smiled, "have fun. don't do anything stupid, hongjoong." you chuckled, bowing to him before turning away to walk off, while he stood there, waving his hand.

you've been walking around at this time of night plenty of times, plus, you knew the area, the shortcuts, and the timing for the traffic lights. if you followed the exact way home you normally do, you would be home in less than 5 minutes.

you pulled your phone from your pocket, sending mingi a text to let him know you'd be home in just a few minutes, despite knowing he's asleep.

you stopped at a traffic light, feeling a breeze hit your back, and you turned around to look around you, taking note of the gas station across the street.

you payed no mind to the car that pulled out from said gas station, crossing the road as you shoved your phone back in your pocket, keeping your eyes focused on the road ahead. just 2 more blocks, you reassured yourself.

the car that pulled out from the gas station, turned on their hazard lights, and pulled over, rolling down the window to lean out, "do you need a ride?" a man asked.

you kept your distance as you continued on the sidewalk, "i'm sorry?" you leaned a bit closer, just to hear the question again.

"i asked if you needed a ride." he was older — maybe late 30's, glasses framing his eyes.

"oh, i'm sorry, uh, i don't need a ride. my apartment is—"

a loud roaring of a engine pulled your ears from the conversation, but a loud yell of "hey!" pulled your eyes.

the same all black ducati and sticker riddled helmet that was at your convenience store was right behind the car.

seonghwa, was all you thought.

the driver of the car turned to look at seonghwa, even going as far to open the door and approach him on the bike, who comfortably leaned back, his feet propped up on top of the plexiglass, as if he was lounging.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" the driver cursed.

seonghwa chuckled, flipping the plastic eye shield of his helmet up, "what the hell do you think you're doing? i know exactly what you're like."

the man reached towards his pocket, and seonghwa immediately stopped him there. "i wouldn't recommend that." seonghwa scolded, "assault with a deadly weapon can lead you to quite a few years in prison." seonghwa chuckled softly, turning his body to look at the man and lean against his bike, "plus, i don't think a pink heart embellished pocket knife would look good on you in court." seonghwa turned to look at you, and jutted his head to the back of his bike, "i recommend you sit this one out before the district attorney hears."

"you bastard—" the man made a run towards seonghwa, but you were the first to act as you pulled out the pepper spray you normally carried and spurt it into the offenders eyes.

seonghwa chuckled, "come on, man, don't mess up the bike." he shrugged.

you sat on the back of the bike, tightening the helmet to your head, "let's go." you nodded to him.

seonghwa climbed in front of you, turning on the bike before weaving past the man and leaving him in the dust.

your arms were wrapped around seonghwa's torso, who glanced over his shoulder every once in a while to check his blind spots.

he pulled up to your apartment complex, and you began to loosen the helmet as you waited for him to drop the peg, "thank you," you nodded, passing the helmet to him.

"whatever." seonghwa pulled his backpack in front of him, shoving the helmet inside, "don't let weirdo's talk to you." he scolded, "you nearly gave him your address, idiot."

you chuckled, "even if he knew my address, he'd still have to figure out my apartment number, what floor i'm on, what button to be buzzed in."

seonghwa rolled his eyes, "sure. as if that's hard to figure out."

you smiled, before you looked at him, "if you don't mind me asking," you treaded lightly, the soft rumbling of the motor filling the air, "why'd you come pick me up?"

seonghwa sighed, "think of it as a favor from hongjoong." he revved the bike, "this means nothing to me. i just don't want you getting killed to give him the regret." and he placed one foot onto the foot peg, making a slow turn to the street after kicking up the stand and dashed off.

you silently watched as he drove off, with ultimate balance and control gracing him. you didn't realize how much you were shaking until you pushed some hair that fell into your face, your hand quaking; whether it be from the older man, or from the rush of being on a bike like that.

you decided you were going to calm your nerves by laying in bed with a movie playing in the background and pokemon: shining pearl sitting on your switch screen; possibly screen-burning it.

PARK SEONGHWA is a stone-cold, cantankerous punk-rock player. He hates everything about the world, and if he had just one chance, he’d do anything to keep the best thing about the world in his arms; you, the complete opposite of everything he’s ever built up to hate.

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: It's family time! -Danny Words: 2,295 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Matilda' -by Harry Styles

XXIX: Not the Reunion You Wanted but the Reunion I Needed

Ara's surprised to see her two parents pick her up from camp. The first thing they do is hug her so tightly that she feels like they're about to break her in half. 

"Guys—the windpipes!" She chokes out.

Sally's crying, and Ara doesn't know what to say to make it better. She wishes she could ease the woman's mind, but lately, words of wisdom aren't coming to her in handfuls.

"S'alright," she mumbles, gently rubbing her mother's back.

"Hi, sweetheart," Paul pinches her cheek lightly. "Ready to go home?"

The trip back is quiet. Usually, Percy and her talk, and their parents listen. Today, all she does is stare out the window while her dad tells her about the school she'll attend next year.

It's hard to come to terms with how weary she is. Life is not simple and she's barely halfway through ninth grade. Things change, you fall for people when you least expect it, and then you build an entire life around... What? The idea that nothing will vary but it won't feel the same way twice?

Sally goes directly to their apartment to tidy up the kids' room before Ara gets there, and Paul asks if Ara can check the car before going up. She feels there's more to this than just a regular check-up, but she stays either way.

The girl opens the trunk and takes a look. "What's wrong with it?"

"The breaks are stiff. No cushion."

Ara stares blankly at her dad. "Cushion?"

"When the car stops it screeches," he rephrases.

"Which side?" Paul points to the left. Ara glances at the tire, then shrugs. "Could be the brake pads or the cylinder thingy."

"You can fix it?"

"'Course I can. I'll take a better look tomorrow," she gives him a brief smile. "Is that it?"

Paul steps forward and places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know you like helping, but here you are our daughter and nothing else. Understand?" Ara nods. "Good. How've you been?"

"Well... I guess I could be better." 

Ara tries to be strong, but she cries as soon as she locks eyes with her father. Paul is the only person she feels is safe to cry to. Sally needs her to be calm, the camp needs her to be brave. But Paul? He just wants her to be his daughter.

They grew fond of each other fast, Chiron always felt more like a teacher and didn't fulfill the requirements to be a father figure. Ara used to think that she would never know what having a dad felt like, but when Paul entered the picture, everything changed.

They had been a beautiful family for a year and a half, and she'd loved every second. Now that Hera has stolen an important piece of them, Ara is angry and frustrated, and the worst part is that she doesn't feel allowed to be, part of her thinks it's her fault.

"We'll find him," Paul rubs her back. "It's only a matter of time, and time moves fast when you keep yourself busy."

Ara hiccups. "I-I don't want my mom to see me like this..."

"I think she needs to see you like this," he retorts. "She thinks you're bottling up your emotions."

"I just don't want her to think... that I'm not strong," the girl sobs.

"You're fourteen, Ara, you don't have to be strong all the time," he guides her into the building. "Let us worry for you."

Tomorrow will be my fourteenth birthday, and today is the first time I'll be a real player in Capture the Flag. Rest assured that I'm planning to win. There's a problem, though, Percy and all of my friends from the Hephaestus cabin are playing against me.

"Hey, Connor," I approach trying to look tough. "Hope your loyalty isn't compromised..."

"What do you mean, Jackson?"

"Lily plays opposite tonight," I raise my eyebrows.

He looks a little worried, maybe he thinks I'm charmspeaking him. I wouldn't do that, but I do think it's fun that he thinks that. "Don't know what you're talking about."

Travis walks past us. "She's talking about your fat crush on Saggio..." 

Connor laughs nervously, his skin glows silver. "That's crazy!"

"Listen, we all know it. Except for Lily. Maybe."

"Don't worry, Birdy," Travis walks past us again. "I'll keep an eye on him. And you."

I snort. "Good luck."

After dinner, Sally enters Ara's bedroom and sits on her bed. "Would you like a bedtime story?"

Ara fidgets with her blanket. "Do I really have to go back to school?"

The woman sighs and rubs Ara's leg over the blanket. "We should be together."

"What if that puts you in danger?"

"Ara, I love you as much as I love Percy, and as your mother, I want you around no matter what."

"But the camp—"

"You can go on the weekends. But you need to attend school, and you need your parents. Chiron agreed."

"Chiron wants me out of camp because of the stupid prophecy," the girl blushes at her own outburst. "Sorry."

Sally continues in a calm manner. "Well, that's all the more reason. I want to spend as much time with my daughter before her untimely demise."

"That's not funny, Mom," Ara makes a face.

"You know what's funny," the woman gives her a playful look. "I don't think I ever heard you ramble about a boy like you did tonight."

Ara groans, falling back on her pillow. "Mooom..." 

"It was like the time you found that bronze dragon, and all you wanted was to—"

"He's called Festus now," Ara informs her. "It means Happy. Leo named him—he also named my lion Pollo. Leo thinks it's funny. He's weird..."

"You like that he's weird?" Sally smiles knowingly.

"A little," Ara blushes. "Don't tell dad."

"He's just sorry that you're no longer a little girl..."

"Well, if it makes him feel better, I decided not to pursue Leo," she replies.

Sally frowns. "Why?"

"Mom, it would be so much work. I don't have time to—"

"Are you marrying him?" Sally raises a brow.

"What? No, of course not!" Ara exclaims.

The woman chuckles. "Dating is not rocket science, Ara. You should try to have fun with it."

Ara stares at her mother. "Like it's a themed park?"

Sally eyes her with worry. "How long has it been since you did normal teenage things?"

The girl shrugs. "I went to the mall a few days ago..."

"The one where you found the lion?" Her mother asks pointedly.

"Okay, fine. I've never had a 'normal teenage experience'. Bit impossible to achieve being who I am."

"Promise me you'll find ways to have a good time, at least," Sally puts a strand of hair behind Ara's ear. "Don't feel pressure to do anything, all I'm saying is, you're safe in the mortal world. Try to enjoy it."

To be honest, Ara's not sure she remembers how to enjoy life.

She believes she's safe here, though. Even now that things got hard, her parents don't blame her for what's happening. She loves them and she wants to be a good daughter, so she's willing to let go of most of her guilt and try to be happy for them.

Yet... she can't stop feeling uneasy. Nothing has felt right ever since she turned fourteen.

Beckendorf made a special armor for his group that works like a chameleon's skin. Silena and Annabeth asked me and Lily to find them.

"Here!" My friend seizes me by the back of my armor, almost choking me. We're a good team, Lily and I.

Luckily for us, the boys didn't hear me dying, they were too focused on the dangers ahead. 

"Myrmekes," Percy mutters.

"Holy Hephaestus!" I stand up from behind the bushes. 

Both boys jump in alarm, Percy knows right away what I'm thinking. "Don't get any closer!" He and Lily say at the same time, both scowling.

"Look at it!" I exclaim in disbelief.

The thing is the size of a refrigerator, all gold with strange ridges on the sides and a bunch of wires sticking out at the bottom. The ants turn it over: It's an automaton's head. I gasp and try to walk towards it, but Percy pulls me back. 

"Easy, Dr. Frankenstein!"

"A head..." I say in awe. "A dragon's head!"

"It's a sign from Hephaestus," Beckendorf agrees in astonishment. "We have to stop them."

"What? Why?"

Before we can do anything, Silena and Annabeth stop us. Beckendorf sneaks away when they get distracted, and the Myrmekes get him. See, if I had gone after the head, this wouldn't have happened, but no one listens to the little girl.

To save our friend, I pull out the metal detector I built a summer ago (Percy and Lily look at me as if I'd planned this from the start) and turn it on. The thing goes crazy right away, there's a huge trail of mud on the side of the hill, so it's easy. We find the rest of the body in less than ten minutes. 

My friends help me get the dragon's head down, and Annabeth says she's not ready to try this out, so Percy replies something pretty cheesy.

"Get out of the way!" I scoff, squeezing between them. Gods! Falling in love distracts people from what's important. 

Annabeth asks Silena for her dagger and opens the dragon's panel on the back of its head. 

"Well, those who don't know anything about machines, step aside," I kneel next to the automaton's neck, eager to put it together. "Hello, baby! Are you ready to come back to life?"

"Ara..." Lily crouches beside me. "Keep in mind that this thing's unstable, okay?"

"It's a machine," I roll my eyes. "Just needs an adjustment and it'll be good as new..."

"There's only enough time to activate it," Percy reminds me.

"Okay, well, you guys are being super helpful," I reply sarcastically. "Hephaestus wanted Beck to find this. We're safe."

I take off my helmet and study the loose wires. Annabeth leans down next to me and helps me where she can. We work together to reattach the head, and our hands end up greasy and bruised.

"It's done?" Lily asks.

I share a look with Annabeth and nod. "Think so."

Percy asks how to turn it on and Annabeth and I point at the two large rubies. Its eyes have to be turned clockwise. My brother makes a couple of sarcastic comments that I prefer to ignore.

"Everyone take cover," without further ado, I turn its eyes.

I watch as the machine comes back to life. The best thing ever created in camp is in front of me, and I finally understand what Hephaestus means when he says that it's possible to build perfect things.

The earth shakes as the dragon gets up, bathing us in the dirt. As a way of celebration, it shoots a column of flames straight into the sky. "Fire!" I exclaim delightedly.

"Well," Percy stammers. "It worked."

The dragon looks at him and comes to sniff us. I'm beyond happy, but my brother looks terrified. I see him grab his sword and I spring into action. "Hello! Hey, cutie!" The creature watches me closely. "Listen, there's a son of Hephaestus in trouble!" The dragon tenses and waits for instructions. I look at the others smiling. "See? He'll help."

"How do you know that?" Silena asks unconvinced.

"I don't!"

"Perfect," Lily groans. "We're letting the crazy one lead the mission. Beckendorf is so lucky..."

We guide the dragon to the ant nest, but I refuse to leave it alone. 

"Ara, stop being so frustrating!" Percy snaps at me.

"I don't want it to get damaged!" I complain.

"I'll stay with her!" Lily offers. "If things get hard I'll drag her ass away from the forest—Go!"

Maybe it's because she's Annabeth's sister, but Percy feels comfortable leaving me in Lily's care, except maybe when it comes to training. Though he can't deny that all the muscle and height I've gained it's thanks to her and Michael.

"Our parents will kill me if you die, so don't!" Percy warns me. 

"Mike's going to kill us..." Lily says grumpily.

We spend the next twenty minutes decapitating Myrmekes (my sword is really good at it) and helping the dragon up the hill. It's a miracle we don't get splashed with their acid.

"You had to obsess over the wild dragon!" My friend yells from behind me. "I'll need a nap after this..."

"You can sleep during my birthday if you like!" If we survive.

After the dragon tears down the roof of the nest and drags our friends out, what I was fearing starts to happen: the dragon melts with the acid the creatures are throwing at it. 

Beckendorf yells at us to get away from it, I do it only because I trust he'll save it. When we're out of reach, he yells a command and lightning shoots out of the automaton, electrocuting the ants around it.

Beckendorf tells me it was a bad idea to activate it and insists that it's too unstable. I'm forced to accept that maybe he's right once the dragon charges at us. I follow Beckendorf to the top of a small cliff and watch the automaton, its behavior feels strange. 

What if it's following us because he's waiting for instruction? Suddenly, to me it looks like a puppy following its owner, excited to play. "Beck..." I start, but he doesn't want to listen.

"Now!" Exclaims my friend, and he pushes me so we land together on the dragon's back.

"Wait!" I urge him. "It doesn't want to hurt us!"

"He tried to toast your brother's face!"

"He's energetic!" I insist. "Can't you feel it?"

Beckendorf seems to understand what I'm talking about, but he still rejects my idea. "It's too unstable, Ara."

"But—"

"We'll come back for him," he promises. "For now, it's better to deactivate it."

I really don't want to, but I trust Beckendorf, he would never lie to me, so I give in. "Ugh!" I yank open the panel. "You do it!"

Beckendorf rips out the cables from inside the dragon's head and I try not to feel guilty as the dragon's eyes turn off and it freezes up in place.

I tell myself it'll be okay. Beck promised we'll come back soon.

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JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ x Black!READER / Summer Prompts

A/N: justice for coco until it’s backwards! This sat in my drafts for awhile but some motivation got me to write this out real quick! My birthday is officially in 10 mins so that probably also motivated this…s/o to birthday suits? Lmao 😜 enjoy!

WARNINGS: language, couple bickering, non-shy reader??

Using: #13. Heatwave from this prompt list here — https://hailing-stars.tumblr.com/post/653205377012367360/summer-prompts-heres-a-list-of-thirty-summer

Song choice: Beyoncé — heated

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“The fuck?”

Smiling you spun right around to not only face Coco but you had a small audience which also included Letty and Gilly.

“Hey baby,” you fully turned to see Letty widening her eyes and blinking rapidly as she shook her head.

It took seconds for Coco to stalk towards you while Gilly politely coughed and shielded his eyes. Coco yanked the Sherpa blanket that rested on the couch, that one of your felines lounged on and began wrapping your body in. That’s when your elbows went shoving at the man’s chest who sucked his teeth at you.

“Cut it out,” he gritted, “why you out here like this? And I wasn’t expecting you back until the weekend.”

Rolling your eyes you huffed as you allowed your boyfriend to shield you in your home, “Is that why you’re still messing around with that AC unit when I had not only one but two appointments to have someone come out here to discuss central air options?”

“We don’t need that shit, mamita.”

Your laminated brows lifted at that.

A loud slurping sound made the both of you turn to Letty who now had her back to the two of you. “Nah she’s right, coco. It’s been so miserable here at home that I’m literally out here spending hours in the car’s AC, wasting gas.” She stated after swallowing her slushee.

“Yo, That’s why you asked me for $40 bucks the other day?” Coco grilled.

“Duh, keep up.”

Coco rubbed at his jaw as he sheepishly turned back to you, “I said I was going to fix the shit. I still had time but you decided to pop up early, huh? Gilly even came by to help me finish this last one. It’s being a real pain in my ass.”

You peeked at Gilly who awkwardly waved at you and then Letty who had a huge plushie resting on a side table.

“Looks like to me y’all were fucking around at the state fair instead.” You shoved Coco back who held his hands out, in fear that you’ll throw the Sherpa to the ground, “You’re lucky i finished work early. Now I can be here, working from home for when the next appointment comes around while you’re off at the club.”

The smile on your face did not sit well with the man in front of you.

Coco turned his eyes into slits, “I’m saving us money.”

“Until it breaks again.”

“So what happens when the central air decides to break? That’ll be even more expensive to fix than those shits that I’ve been fixing my whole life.” Coco argued.

One thing about Coco, he had the best handiness skill you’ve ever seen. The minute something went wrong in the house or your car, he was the first one to always jump on it. And it was one (if not the only) thing your father liked about him. You hardly needed a handy man to come around the house, if coco couldn’t figure it out—he studied it for awhile or watched some YouTube video to get it together. If it turned out to be a bigger job than he thought? The first person he would be calling was Gilly.

He even used to fix computers for extra cash way back when after he was discharged from the marines and roomed with the dumbass that shall not be named. You never doubted Coco from his skills, you knew how to give credit when credit was due but some things you didn’t mind arguing over.

“Johnny,” you breathed, “look at me. We’ve been in a heatwave the entire damn month. I went to Iceland for four days not only for business but to get away from the disgustingness for four days! Just to come back to my asshole being so sweaty, that you can probably go surfing down it.”

Gilly failed to cover his laugh but attempted his best to stifle it as Coco shot him a look. Letty on the other hand did not hide the scrunch of her lips.

“I get it, I do.” Johnny started, “but you can’t just be bussing it open, necked, doing that yoga shit. What if I came in here with the entire club? Then what?” He searched your eyes.

Sighing you leaned over, showing cleavage as you snatched your YETI into your hands, “then they would just have to enjoy the got damn show! Stretch marks on this ass, big areolas, hip dips, and cellulite. Real hot girl shit! Last time I checked this is our house not the club’s.”

You winked, taking a sip of water.

“Oh hell nah, that ain’t happening. I’m the only one that gets that privilege you hear me?” He tugged at your waist.

Peering up at him underneath your lashes you laughed, “yeah, sure whatever. As long as we don’t have AC in this hot ass weather? anybody can see this ass but there will be fees due to your ‘i can fix that.’ Attitude, believe that, mr. bob the builder.”

You mockingly went to drop your blanket but Coco wasn’t having that as his tight grip caught it before it could slip pass the girls. He yanked you to his chest, ignoring you groaning at the body heat he was always radiating.

Suddenly his tongue swept up against your cheek, catching the droplets that decorated your melanin.

“We got company right now so let me do what I do so I can really make you cry later.” He smirked at you, reaching over to flick a group of beads at the end of your braids, “got that mamita?”

Humphing you allowed the man to move around the living room, pass the tower fan and over to the AC Unit that rested in front of the screen door that led to the patio. Sauntering up and out of the living room you passed by Gilly who shook his head at you.

“This is the third time this month, y/n. There’s gotta be some warning when it comes to you like this.” The man continued shielding the side of his face as he made his way by.

Letty snorted as she called out, “imagine how I feel! And I live with these freaks.”

You spun around in your blanket, and gave you best model walk before glancing over your shoulder at the teen. “Oh please, I wouldn’t give a shit if everyone in here got naked. We all were born that way so what? It’s not to get weird, it’s because we have Johnny to thank.”

“That ain’t my fault!” Coco argued, gathering his chopped hair for the summer back, “blame that Mother Nature shit.”

Gilly suggested, “uh uh, bro It’s probably climate change or some shit.”

“I’m sure it was a fucken man that pissed Mother Nature off and now we’re dealing with the woman’s wrath, rightfully so.” Letty hissed as she bent down to pick up your ragdoll cat, “so yeah I’m blaming coco too.”

“What the fuck? What that gotta do with—

Holding your finger up, you tutted.

“Just say sorry, man.”

“Are you forreal? You’re supposed to have my back, fool!” Coco shoved the huskier man who now sat on the floor, toolbox in his lap.

A glint shined in Johnny’s dark eyes as they circled back to your smug grin.

“My bad,” he muttered but his eyes told you once that AC was fixed, you were in for some trouble and you could hardly wait.

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

#Mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc fx #mayans mc x reader #coco cruz #coco cruz x black! reader #coco cruz x reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #Johnny coco cruz #johnny cruz #Letty cruz #leticia cruz #coco x Letty #gilly lopez #gilly x coco #Angel Reyes #richard cabral

[veneredirose]

HEY EVERYONE

i’m finally doing the review of NCIS: Los Angeles

this is one of the comfort series that I watch and that feels like i’m a part of the family. the first time i watched it I was a little girl, recently I wanted to watch it again because I wanted to understand better the events and connect the dots. so here’s the review!

possible spoilers of NCIS: Los Angeles

the plot is one of my favorite, all the investigations are solved by a two persons-team formed by Special Agent G. Callen and Special Agent Sam Hanna, an ex navy-seal. The other team is formed, for the first season, by Special Agent Kensi Blye and Dominic Vail, a young operative agent who is killed in action during the first season, leaving Kensi Blye without a teammate and full of feelings of guilt. the spot is taken, in season 2, by Detective Marty Deeks, who make a liaison between LAPD and NCIS. He holds this position until departmental reforms in season 12 end up terminating it, after which he completes FLETC training and officially joins NCIS as an Investigator. Henrietta Lange is the leader of this office. In OSP, the team is completed by Operational Psychologist Nate Getz, and Technical Operator Eric Beale. Nate is assigned, after season 1, to different operations by Hetty, and returns only for occasional guest appearances. During the second season, Intelligent Analyst Nelly Jones joins the team, and forms an amazing team with Eric, until eventually the two of them become closer. during the remaining seasons a lot of people appears in the series, like Assistant Director Owen Granger, assigned to the team as oversight whit Hetty, who dies in season 8 after discovering he was ill with cancer (it coincide with real-life battle of the actor, Miguel Ferrer, who was ill with cancer and died). In season 9 Hetty goes to Vietnam on a personal mission, and her place is taken by Executive Assistant Director Pacific Shay Mosley, who is basically in search for revenge and almost get the entire team killed during a non-authorized operation. Later she sends the team and her trusted assistant, Special Agent Harley Hidoko, to Mexico, to rescue her son from her criminal ex-husband. the operation ends well, but her assistant remains killed during the op. The OSP is put under investigation and, at the beginning of the tenth season, Shay Mosley resigns. During season 11/12 Nell and Eric depart for the private sector, so the OSP recruited two rookies: Agents Fatima Namazi and Agent Devin Roundtree. Hetty leaves again so Admiral Hollace Killbride is assigned as Director of Special Operations in season 13. The series ends with Callen married to Anna, Kensi married to Deeks and finally pregnant, and Callen and Sam taking a side project mission to find and rescue Hetty, supported by a new team, including old teammates Nelly and Nate.

During the series:

Callen wants to figure out who his family was, because he grew up in foster homes. At some point he finds his father and his half sister, but their relationship is difficult.

Sam has to deal with the death of his wife, killed during a joined operation with CIA, leaving him with two children and a sense of guilt that never goes away.

Kensi and Deeks decide to adopt a girl from Mexico, and later they find out that Kensi is pregnant.

Hetty faces the difficulties of a life spent undercover.

In my opinion this series is one of the most tricky and challenging series i’ve ever watched. you want to watch episode after episode to discover what is going on. i literally devoured it, i liked it a lot. it’s worth the time you spend to watch it.

thank you so much for reading this review, i hope you like it and i hope you liked this series as i did!

SEE YA :)

#disney #netflix #amazon prime video #prime video #ncis la #ncis #ncis los angeles #ncis spoilers #g callen #sam hanna #kensi blye #marty deeks #hetty lange

[frazzledsoul]

Kind of thinking of the dance marathon scene where Luke and Lorelai discuss kids which in retrospect seems like cruel foreshadowing that leads to nothing but...when you think about what they actually say to each other, neither of them seem that enthusiastic about the prospect. Luke doesn't seem thrilled about dealing with babies, but might reconsider...later. Maybe. Lorelai is not sure if she wants to do it again without motherhood being tied to so much of her formative experiences...but she might consider it again. Maybe. Someday. This actually isn't an obscure topic for either of them, as they are both raising teenagers, and that story doesn't end once Rory and Jess both leave home (Luke is always the person Jess fights with in his return appearances, the one he needs to make amends with, the person who lends him money, advises him on his love life, shows up for his special events...it's always Luke, not his actual mother). So the whole idea of parenthood being this special experience that will take place in this ideal far off future is never a reality. It's happening, it's always been happening, it will continue to happen.

So then we go back to the other big reference, Lorelai telling Luke "kids would be good" after they get engaged. She's not enthusiastic. When she meets the real estate agent who's handling the sake of the Twickham house and the agent mentions the house is great for tons of kids, Lorelai says "Oh, no. Not you, too." Doesn't sound like she was that in love with the prospect, even when it came time to discuss it. And of course (and this is fucking ridiculous, but anyway) she never even considers the subject in nine years of common law marriage with Luke (and he only seems to consider it briefly himself).

So....did they really want kids? Luke did by season 6, he was open about that. I think he had a real need to experience fatherhood without having an absent biological father as competition, something he never got with Rory or Jess. That's what April is for, whether people like it or not....and by the time she was introduced, ASP was close enough to the endgame to know she wanted to give Luke this because she was never going to let him and Lorelai have a baby (and if it helps destroy their relationship so she can finally live out her Christopher and Lorelai dream ship for a while, even better!) I mean, it would have been great if these two could get their shit together, blend their families, and finally have that traditional family experience, but...that's not really their story, has never been their story, and I don't think that's a tragedy. I don't think Lorelai ever wanted it, and Luke didn't want it that badly once he had April (and realized that Jess had turned out so well and hey, maybe he didn't screw up that badly the first time after all).

And even if it had happened...if it was shown to the fandom in any kind of semi-realistic detail, they wouldn't have been able to handle it. There's always this fantasy that Lorelai ends up being this perfect stepmother, but fans couldn't handle the way that was portrayed in AYITL when Luke refuses to concede to her suggestion that he force April to get a job before he spends any more money on her. They couldn't accept that Lorelai could be informed on April's life, and spend time with her, and make suggestions, but that she was not the parent and she doesn't get to make decisions for her. It was always about Luke being an evil ogre who is keeping Lorelai apart from April, that he's the real reason they aren't closer, that he is irredeemably evil for not giving Lorelai what she wants and letting her control the entire situation. So unless it ends up with Lorelai being this fantasy figure who gets to win every argument...no, this fandom could not have handled an actual blended family situation.

So, yeah, maybe it was in their best interest not to have kids.

(BTW, Luke was absolutely correct in that situation...Rory had moved her ass home, she had no real job or plans for her life until Jess showed up and gave her a push in the right direction, and Lorelai was doing zilch to actually encourage her to do something productive. So Lorelai's a hypocrite by suggesting that April is a mooch and should get a job, and her offering money to Luke for something she doesn't support is not a good idea. But yeah....this is a pretty common sort of stepparent argument about adult children).

#when i procrastinate i write meta #luke x lorelai #gilmore girls #not everyone needs to have babies all the time!

[chrisodonline]

I didn't "liveblog" the last ep because...it didn't feel livebloggable. I mean, it did. But it would have just been nothing but grousing, and I'm sure that would've gotten redundant.

The whole ep should've hit more emotionally, but the dialogue was painful in spots. And people were overselling it, making the hokiness so much more obvious. I get these were newer writers, but I also know enough about TV writers' rooms to know there is collaboration in every single episode. I...whatever. The Sam/Kam scenes were THE most (only) solid bits.

And I do not know who the hell was at the wedding planner because I don't know the two people that I saw, especially the one so obsessed with security and not wanting this stranger to call him by his first name yet totally throws caution to the wind and is comfortable making out in a public place. Near the windows.

The only thing I can figure is that Anna was being really weird, and Callen -- already notably on edge and still in work mode -- clocks this and is too weirded out to play along. You could tell he was starting to try, and then Anna was just SO extra he just wanted to poke holes in the persona she was putting on because he didn't get why she was being like this. And I didn't either.

Continuing on the "only thing I can figure" with Anna, is the fact that she's mentioned before about wanting to go full on "normal life." Or what she thinks is "normal" -- seen in magazines, Instagram, etc. She can't completely get out of it as we've seen; she still wants to do something adjacent. But she hangs onto the "normal" because she could only dream about it as an adult. She feels like she missed out on getting to be one of those little girls who dreams about your wedding day and grown up house because she was too busy being Black Widowed, er, Noble Maiden-ed. And the "normalness" she's seeking is so opposite of what she's done or had in the past for that very reason. Yes, the drama and spy jobs were how she met Callen. But it was also consistently what kept them apart time after time. After "Down the Rabbit Hole," I think she really, really was like, "I could lose him" and was so grateful she didn't. She wants to touch the normal that doesn't involve this kind of thing that could keep them apart...permanently.

And Fatima accidentally hits on this. She's frustrated with Callen, and hey, he got to come and have family dinner. She wanted to repay the favor, or so she thought, by helping Anna out with the wedding to give her a decent partner. But Fatima is all Beverly Hills. She's Hollywood. She's the Instagram wedding type. She makes the mistake of selling all this as normal to Anna, and talking about how this is that one special day when you get to just go full-on fancy -- and that's what everyone does! So Anna starts to adopt all of these behaviors, and she wants to play this part. She would NEVER truly allow Arkady to officiate (even if we, the audience, bribed her heavily). But doesn't it sound super sweet and touching to tell the froufrou wedding planner that her father wants to officiate? And the wedding planner reacts just as she thought she would.

Callen's facial reactions the whole time (and well done, COD on this) were such a mix of confusion that gradually started to turn into annoyance. He was not told they were playing this game, a game he really doesn't want to play. And I think he's trying to mess with her so she can see how ridiculous this all is -- at least for her to try to be this person.

So when he starts joking about this entire thing he thinks is a joke, a sitcom that he's watching, and grabs the piece of paper from her she at first replies like a high school girl. And then the minute she lets the aggressive part comes out that has been annoyed for separate reasons with him and trying to be perfectly pleasant in front of the wedding planner, a.k.a. Harbinger of Normalcy, it's the real Anna at the surface. The feisty one that Callen knows is the real her. And once the facade was broken, it was REALLY broken. And Callen was just so relieved that she was "back," he was like, "I guess she's on top of me now, so we might as well make out if this stops us from having to do that dumbass quiz." And then they have to run home. And this whole dumb d-story better not have been done because they needed a way to set up Anna getting accidentally pregnant because they were a little too impulsive that day.

Anyway, this comes after what we got of their relationship in the early part of the season, super healthy conversations that made them seem like the couple the writers always intended them to be -- and not what we had really seen. So, yes, extra frustrating.

But who cares, right?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Not me. Clearly. That's for sure.

#z rambles on #and then some #ncis la-ter blog #ep: shame #a shameful ep indeed #oops I know that's not what the title referred to #ncis la

[themanwiththeplan05]

Hey everybody! Here's another

EXPMAU

Post! This time it's Coach Z's turn, and I figured I might as well add his picture above the cut this time for no particular reason! Here goes...

He's technically a siren (which are their own species in this universe) but he doesn't have the power to lure people. More info on his backstory will be below the cut as usual, and I can only hope it's sufficiently traumatizing this time around.

If this is as much as you care to investigate, then Rock On! \__/,

If not...

...then here's his backstory!

Coach Z (real name unknown) lived his life in a swamp with his group of sirens, where they resided in relative peace and quiet. Sirens naturally love singing, but Coach had aspirations to travel and sing around the world, which developed after meeting and befriending Champeen the Nomad (a young and inexperienced bard). Unfortunately, due to the sirens' already tainted reputation among sailors and Champeen's less-than-stellar description, others started going to the swamp to harrass and/or hunt the sirens. Thus, Coach was exiled from his group for causing the chaos, sent out in a suit full of water to live out the rest of his days being hunted by those who hated what he was and shunned by those who knew the truth.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans. As Champeen was making her way to see Coach and tell him about the new lute she had obtained, the sky grew darker. By the time she reached him...

(I'll be honest, this isn't accurate to how the scene actually plays out but I made this sketch at 12 am so whatever)

It was already too late.

Coach was sent to Free Country for endangering his entire species.

So yeah, if you've read my other posts on this AU, you may have seen "[Character] was sent to Free Country for [reason]" and wondered what that meant. Free Country does not exist as an actual place in the world, instead serving as a sort of playground for higher beings where those few creatures seen as truly dangerous are sent. There's also a second determining factor for people to get sent over, but that's for another time.

In essence, the banishment works like this; once someone is sent over to FC, they get erased from everyone's memories except for one person: whoever the person involved was closest to carries the burden of their memory (though it's such a recent phenomenon that only a few people have been sent, and nobody, not even the creator of FC knows what happens after a memory bearer dies). For Marzipan, only The Hurricane remembers her; for Strong Sad (along with all the Brothers Strong), their parents remember, etc. The last full piece of info on this will mist likely be shared with Homestar's description.

Oof, that was a lot of non-Coach Z related info there. Here, let's get back on track!

Main Ability: Water Breathing

Secondary Abilities: Hydrokinesis (very weak), Regular Breathing (developed in Free Country), Swimming Boost.

And some extra fun facts to end things off!

Coach's accent comes from the fact that he lived his life underwater, where sounds don't travel the same. However, his particular speech patterns are quite exaggerated, even for his species.

Coach and Champeen had developed an almost familial bond before being separated: Champeen saw Coach as a father figure, while Coach always felt a sense of pride whenever he could help Champeen get some rhyme or tune just right.

Homestar reminds Coach of Champeen, which has lead to sobbing sessions by the lake.

Speaking of, this version of Coach spends much more time at the lake and much less at the track field & locker rooms. Smells much more fishy too.

Champeen misses him. A lot. If only she knew how much he missed her too.

Yeah, that's pretty much it for Coach! Next time I'll either be sharing sketches of plot points (because yes, there is an actual plot) or talking about The Cheat. Stay tuned!

#homestar runner #hsr #coach z #champeen #EXPMAU #also thank you guys for consistently commenting very nice things about my art #especially user eumillipes #all the art you make is very good and I appreciate the little “inspo” you add on most of my work #not to discredit any of the other users who make similar comments and reblog #it's just that i feel as if directly dming you would be too stressful so here I am rambling in the tags again #i promise i won't spam the tags again next time

[spells-and-liquid-luck]

yay! would you do loki's daughter basically inducing herself into a magical coma after infinity war because she was devastated by his death, but the coma sh put herself in basically lets her live out the life she dreamed of in her mind and basically when the avengers figure out they can go back in time, they have to wake her up and she's just very disoriented. she's really close to hawkeye though and even after he kinda went all rogue he still cares a lot for her and treats her kinda like a daughter

Sorry for the wait, but I hope that you enjoy this. I'm really grateful for anyone who takes the time to read these 💕

A World Like She Knew - Loki's Daughter Reader

The picture of Thor with tear stained eyes telling her that her father was gone has replayed in her mind for days now. At this point, all she wanted was to escape to a place where nothing could hurt her anymore. She wanted to not only silence her mind, but to shut out her entire world. So, there she was surrounded by migraine-inducing white walls and sitting up on a bed that looked as comforting as a stiff board, but yet still inviting. She placed the needle swiftly and painlessly into her skin and she watched the liquid contents trail down the tube and into her veins. She let the medium sized fluffy pillow cradle her head. As one tear trailed down her sleep deprived face , she closed her eyes and fell asleep. The coma was supposed to completely knock her out and leave her dreamless, but instead this coma transported her mind to a completely different world. This world was familiar to her. She had only ever seen it in her dreams. She turned to thr right of her at the sudden sound of pans clanging together. She squinted her eyes in confusion as she walked in a cautious manner unsure if this was a nightmare or maybe it could just be a dream that her brain refused to wake up from.

"Hey you're back early." A familiar voice said. It couldn't be. This isn't real. She thought to herself that this was just mistaking someone else's voice for his due to the grief that had eaten up her soul. She looked up to where the voice was coming from and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked while standing among a small pile of dishes with a hand towel draped over his left shoulder. "Um, where am I?" She questioned, the confusion still washing over her face. He laughed and looked as if she had just told him a very strange joke. "You're home, silly. Here I made you something. Eat it. You look famished." He handed her a chocolate chip muffin and began to eat one as well. She took it as she continued to stare at him in utter disbelief that he was actually standing in the same room as her. She remembered Thor saying that he was dead, but yet here he was eating a chocolate chip muffin that he had make himself in a kitchen that she had never actually been in before. How could this be? She was on the verge of hyperventilation, when she was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by her fathers hand resting on her forehead. "Are you sure that you're okay?" Maybe you should sit down. He offered her a chair with a worried look. "I'm just— I'm fine." She replied as she sank on the wooden chair. The sudden silence was suffocating to say the least. Was she really dreaming or was this all real? Her brain began to slowly adjust to this world as she got lost in her thoughts that Loki soon pulled her away from. "Do you want to see something?" Loki asked with a warm smile. She looked at him with a questioning glance but followed him anyway. He led her to a room. Her room. It was decorated most beautifully. The color of the walls were a comforting green and the scent was of fresh linen that really made it feel like home. The furniture was exactly how she imagined it would be. "I know you wanted the room painted. The original color was a bit too..downright horrific as you had put it." Her father said with a light chuckle. She looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar room, but couldn't recall when she had that conversation with him. Maybe it just didn't stay in her mind. She had only seen this place in her head. Like a daydream, but this didn't feel like a dream. It felt real— almost too real. Was this real? The idea of being her was cathartic, so why not enjoy it. Don't question it. This is a reality that was better than any feeling that she wanted to chase away. What was that feeling again? She tried to remember but the smell of the room kept bringing her away from whatever she was thinking. She didn't quite remember exactly why she wanted to be here in the first place. All she knew was that she could breathe without it hurting. She could live without the pain in her chest.

"Time travel?" Tony and Natasha questioned in unison. The avengers were in a circle discussing the subject. "Is that really possible?" Bruce asked in disbelief. "You're the scientist" Tony replied in his usual snaeky tone. "So we can save Loki?" Thor chimed in with hope radiating off of his face. "Yes, we can. Speaking of where'shis mini at?" They all looked around for her, but she wasn't there. "I'll look for her." Hawkeye volunteered and sped out of the room. He eventually found her and he saw what she had done to herself. His face dropped. She was frozen still and she had injected herself with something that he couldn't quite identify. He quickly ran to her and checked her vitals. "Thank God she's still alive He whispered to himself. He wasn't sure how to wake her, so he ran to get someone who hopefully could.

"Bruce!" He yelled as he ran through the halls. "She's put herself into some kind of coma." He finally said breathless and he reached them. The avengers all stood wide eyed as Bruce quickly ran to her aid. "Do you think you can get her to wake up? Hawkeye asked. Bruce sighed. "It seems to be magic. I can do everything that I can, but she has to either come to herself, or get a little help by making her realize wherever she is at is not real." They all looked a little confused. "What does that mean?" Hawkeye asked. "It means she's stuck in a dream-like state that caters to her wants. It's like being in a dream that you never want to wake up from." He explained. Thor sighed and put his hands on his head. "All we can do is wait." Bruce finished.

She was absolutely loving her home. Being with her father and living joy she had always wanted to. She had completely forgotten how she ended up here, but she didn't care. "In order to properly use telekinesis, you have to picture the item going to you and concentrate on that. Picture it in your mind first, and then it will be your reality." She was currently practicing her skills with her father. She was just as talented as he was, but he'd always say that she was more gifted. The green apple that she was currently fixated on from across the room soon made its way to her. She smiled up at him. "I did! I actually did it.!" Loki looked at her with a proud expression. "See you can do anything that you set your mind to. You're my daughter after all."

"Can you hear me?"

"Are you listening?"

"If you can hear me, please wake up."

Those words sounded like echoes deep inside of her brain. She squinted and touched her temples with her fingertips. "Are you alright?" Loki asked. "If it's too much practice, I think we should quit for the day." His voice suddenly sounded like it was coming from miles away.

"Huh?" Was all she could say in her dizzy state.

"Please wake up. I know you can do it."

"Just listen to my voice."

This voice became much clearer than her fathers mow and she began to pay more attention to it as she realized who this voice belonged to. "Hawkeye?" She muttered. "I really think you should lay down for little bit." Loki said trying to get her attention back on him. "Hawkeye." She said again. Her surroundings began to distort as she began to come to. She closed her eyes as if she was about to pass out, but instead the sound of beeping was heard.

"You're awake." Hawkeye mumbled with a smile of relief. "I'll go get the others. We have things we gotta do. It's urgent and we need you healthy." He got up briskly and went to fetch Bruce.

"Where am I?" Where's my father?" She asked with irritation as Bruce walked into the room. "You don't remember?" He asked in astonishment. "I just saw him. He was with me. Everything was perfect." She began to panic.

Hawkeye quickly came to her side. "Sweetie, your dad is gone, remember? The only reason why you're here now is because I kept talking to you in hopes that you'd wake up." Hawkeyes spoke with so much care in his voice as he reached for her hand. Out of everyone, she trusted him the most he treated her like a daughter, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her or set her off in anyway. She blinked a couple of times processing what he just told her and wiped a few tears off of her face. Everyone stayed quite for a few minutes as a way to let her process her emotions.

"We can change that, though" Tony said with sudden enthusiasm. "We need your help to get him back." She carefully sat up still feeling a little dazed. "How is that?" She questioned.

They all looked in unison at each other and said in unison.

"Time travel."

Tag list: @flamey-0

#Loki #Avengers #Loki's daughter

[keldae]

for the cute shippy starters, #42 “I swear it was an accident.”

(So it's not "shippy", and it is a million years late, but!)

Some days, being a parent was more stressful than it needed to be. This was definitely one of those days.

Reanden sighed and paced back and forth in front of the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What in the blazes were you thinking, again?"

"... I wasn't?" Korin cautiously looked up from his seat on the couch, fingers nervously fidgeting with the computer spike he'd lifted from the caf table. "I swear it was an accident."

"You don't 'accidentally' have sex, Korin. That's not how it works and you know it. And especially not with a Jedi."

"It wasn't exactly a planned event, either," Korin protested. "Besides, didn't you do the exact same thing with Mum?"

"We're not talking about your mother and I from almost four decades ago. We're talking about you and your sister's Padawan from apparently the last few years."

"By the way, thanks for talking Xaja down from–"

"I only told your sister she wasn't allowed to murder you for sleeping with her Padawan," Reanden interrupted, eyes glinting warningly in the Shadow's light. "Maiming you is still a possibility if Theron doesn't talk her out of it."

"Technically, Kira's her ex-Padawan–"

"Korin."

Korin shrunk at the warning tone in his father's voice. "Shutting up."

"That's the smartest decision you've made that's even tangentially connected to Kira." Reanden sighed and rubbed his temples. "And yes, I'm aware that you and her are both grown adults and can make decisions for yourselves, but did either of you even think about the potential consequences of this?"

Korin shrugged. "The Jedi can be… willfully oblivious when they feel like it. We figured, as long as we weren't doin' it in the Council chambers, we weren't gonna get in shit for it. The reformed Council hasn't given Xaja a hard time for being married and having kids, after all…"

"Xaja also saved the galaxy multiple times. Kira contributed, certainly, but she wasn't the driving force behind your sister's actions." Reanden looked skyward for a moment, as though seeking patience. "And I wasn't thinking of those consequences. I'm talking about the ones you two have to deal with now. Did you even discuss the very real possibility of a pregnancy?"

"It… uh… no," Korin sheepishly admitted. "It just… never came up much?"

Reanden muttered something about Jedi apparently trying to use the Force for birth control, then looked back at his son. He could feel a migraine forming behind his temples. "And have you discussed this with her now that you know she's pregnant?"

"We didn't exactly have an opportunity to do so!" Korin protested. "Between Xaja trying to strangle me and you doing that whole scary cipher agent glare that you're doing right now…"

"If only the scary cipher agent glare worked on you," Reanden muttered. "Have you given it any thought?"

Korin shrugged. "I dunno… I wasn't planning on ever having kids, I figure Kira was in the same boat. I guess… I'll back her up, whatever she decides to do?"

"And what if that entails her leaving the Jedi and becoming a full-time mother to your child?"

Korin raked his hands through his messy blond hair and released a heavy breath. "Then I guess I pay child support? Or… I dunno, maybe I try to settle down with her and raise the kid?"

"You? Settle down, when you're flirting just as much with Arn as you are with Kira?" The migraine ramped up; Reanden sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again. "Your love life is more dysfunctional than the entire fucking Senate. At least your type seems to be Jedi."

"Hey!"

Reanden glared at his son, and Korin subsided with a grumble. "It's not that dysfunctional," the spacer muttered.

"I beg to differ."

"... You know, I would have thought you'd be delighted at the prospect of another grandkid."

"Oh, I am. But I'm more worried about that grandkid's future, and if its father is going to be step up and be responsible for it. You realize that if you do back Kira up, and if she wants to settle down and raise that child, it'll mean a significant restriction on your current roaming around the galaxy, seeking out shenanigans in every port. And I don't see Kira putting up with having competition for your affections."

Korin groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "I know," he sighed. "And I really do lo–" He coughed. "I really do care about her. I want to do right by her, and the kid. I just… Impending fatherhood is fucking terrifying. I dunno how to be a dad to the little squirt!"

Reanden huffed out a small laugh. "That's something every first-time father says, son," he said. "Force knows I didn't take it well when your mother told me she was expecting Xaja. But that's something for a different time." He took a seat on the caf table in front of his son. "You ready to own up to the consequences of your actions, kid?"

"I don't really think I have a choice," Korin mumbled.

"Oh, you've got a choice. The cowardly choice would be to run off to the Outer Rim and never be seen in the Republic again. The honourable choice is to stick around and back Kira up, whatever her decision is – and if she chooses to keep and raise the kid, then so be it." Reanden reached over and set a hand on Korin's shoulder. "And you are not a coward."

Korin shrugged. "Yeah, well, don't go around spreading the rumour that I'm honourable or some such nonsense. I got a reputation to uphold." 

Reanden snorted. "Your secret's safe with me… for now. Think real hard about what you should do, Korin." He sighed and got to his feet. "And while you're doing that, I need to go remind your sister that her former Padawan is a grown woman who can make her own choices about who she sleeps with."

"Please do, before Xaja decides to actually murder me," Korin muttered.

"I'll do my best to talk her down. You had better track Kira down and have a long, serious conversation with her, now that you two are potentially about to have your galaxy upended." Reanden patted Korin's shoulder. "And if you do decide to give parenthood a shot, you know you won't do it alone. I'll be around, and your brother and sister will be delighted with a new niece or nephew."

Korin finally looked up and offered his father a small smile. "Thanks, Dad. It means a lot."

"That's what I'm here for." Reanden smiled back, then released his son. "Go find Kira. I'll go talk your sister out of something she'll eventually regret."

#thanks for the ask! #kel answers prompts a million years later #swtor #Reanden #Korin #referenced Korin/Kira #Parental Chats #or: Korin has some Consequences he needs to think about #mention of pregnancy #Korin/Kira #Kira Carsen x Smuggler #also Korin is VERY much his father's son #I'm not saying the exact same thing happened with Reanden and Airna #but it DID

[wretcheddthing]

tell me abt ur tav!!! for the questions meme u can do uhhh all the prime numbers?

!!!!!!!! easiest task done in the world I'm doing this for Venali who is the light of my life

edit: Under the cut bc i didn't realize how long i made it oops

alos just realized this said prime numbers and not just. all the odd ones. oops a Second time. i stand by it tho

Where in the Faerûn is your Tav from? Rivington! But her father lived in Baldur's Gate (Lower City) and she would stay with him for about a week every month

3. Race and subclass? Human wild magic sorcerer :)

5. Dark Urge or no? Not this one but given her backstory it sure would be fun! If not just the worst possible follow up thing that could happen to her.

7. Romantically close with? Gale :) I have a character for romancing each of the romance options and I thought it would be funny for Gale to fall in love with someone who can just Do magic naturally because wizard ego or whatever. But then her backstory and development just kind of. Took over itself before I even had a good sense of Gale's character and they ended up complimenting each other very well.

9. Is your Tav from Baldur's Gate? Why are they traveling there? She Is but her whole thing is she (and 3 friends) became a sorcerer after running into a real shithead of an unknowable entity (sorta like a warlock deal without any actual deal - magic is still something that happened to her, not something she sought). Tried getting help from any magic-user she could find in getting information on What did this to her and her friends but they were always like "Ew no that knowledge is super forbidden you can't know it you're not a wizard only cool wizards can access the forbidden wizard tomes bc only wizards are good at magic. Which you are not."

So she started lying. Figured out a grift, crafted a new identity, started presenting herself as someone who formerly had no interest in magic and has "no innate ability" just deciding to teach herself something new and discovering she's super good at wizardry. A late blooming prodigy, if you will (didn't know Gale was a prodigy when I decided this was a core aspect of Ven's character but that makes it more fun 2 me). So now wizards super like her and something important to this whole thing is she has heightened memory, especially good at recalling symbols and long passages of text. But she got really good at just lying to and charming people and they'd be like "Hey your skill and research is so good wanna come check out my private collection?" and she'd be like "Yes I was hoping you'd say that." bc wizard collections have forbidden knowledge sometimes and that's what she needs! to! see!

Anyway to ansewr the actual question. Probably was going to go to a wizard party or something.

11. Weapon of choice? Quarterstaff!

13. What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? Definitely no enjoyment in it, but she's done a fair bit of exploring following whatever leads she has on The Thing. That often led her into some dangerous situations where she's had to protect herself. This deal with the tadpole is no different.

15. What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike? She honestly loves everyone in camp and a few of the people who come hang out. She actively despises The Emperor and will antagonize him as much as she can while still toeing the line of keeping his protection. She hates the guy, that doesn't mean he's not useful. Also, y'know, like. All of the villains (she Is good-aligned)

17. Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? Not even a little bit! But she's convinced herself it's something she has to do to either get rid of her magic entirely or at the VERY VERY least get a handle on the wild magic surges. The whole thing really fucked up her plans of just studying history and having a relatively quiet life. And she's nothing if not resolute!

19. How do you think they'll meet their end? I haven't considered this even one time before and the mere thought of it is enough to drive me Mad. I will b thinking about it for the rest of the night that is a promise

21. What is your Tav's favorite spell? WALL OF FIRE. Wall of fire has been the easiest way out of Anything Ever and by the time she's a high enough level to make seriously effective use of it Gale has mostly convinced her of the beauty and utility of magic (that's right we're seeing Active Character Development of her In!! Game!!)

23. What do they do after the absolute crisis? First thing's first she's getting married and taking a Break for a bit. And after she's had time to gather her thoughts, she'll revisit if she wants to continue her personal mission or accept how she's changed. It could go either way, but there is reason to continue and that is her friends are still affected and she promised to help them. It might start with finding them after the whole Absolute thing and touching base.

25. What arcana major best represents your Tav? I go back on forth on like. Some. But mostly between Death and The Tower. Not necessarily a bad thing for either.

27. What was their life like before the events of BG3? I think I've covered most of it already, actually. Wanted to be a historian, was doing a project to help get accepted to a scholarly program, brought eight friends into a ruin she was studying, left with 4 and wild magic she didn't want, couldn't get info, started lying about being really good at wizardry, used this persona to get into exclusive archives and collections to find info on what gave her magic bc it's "forbidden", became an adventurer as a side effect to her personal mission, hell yeah.

29. Does your Tav want to utilize the tadpole powers or not? She doesn't even want the magic she uses daily. She bullies The Emperor for even Suggesting it.

#asks #technofinch #thank u for the ask i could talk about her Forever and Ever and Ever #oc: venali kelvyre

[frogsbejumpingincalaveras]

Hey There, Reader

Diving into what might be Mark Twain's most ambitious, and favorable, piece of work, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, I found that not only does Twain show off his own prowess in capturing the life of the South he loved so dearly, but also point the finger back at his society so engagingly. There are certainly a number of interesting things to talk about with this novel, not the least of which is the incredible self-reflection the titular character goes through in learning to be a better person in the face of what everyone around him considers wrong. However, I think a better place to start is with the structure of the narrative, and how it uses dialect to not only give the story a sense of personality, but also authenticity that reveals Twain's own intense research. It's what first greets a reader as they open the pages, and flows seemingly effortlessly, but never panders in the same way some of Twain's contemporaries or former masters would heavy-handedly lay in their own tales.

"You don't know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied, one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly--Tom's Aunt Polly, she is--and Mary, and the Widow Douglas, is all told about in that book--which is mostly a true book; with some stretchers, as I said before." (1)

So opens the book, and immediately it's apparently this narrator is a storyteller. Of course, we know Mark Twain writes this narrative, but within it is Huck Finn, telling us as readers, a tale. Fully existent in the world of Tom Sawyer's story, but this one is going to be entirely true. The truth bending of the former, Huck tells us was "stretched" by this Twain figure. It's a conversational introduction. Or perhaps an extended monologue, as it's hard to converse with the written word. It's a young lad, who needs to make sure that you're getting all the facts. Note the clarification of Aunt Polly's familiar relations, this is not his aunt, but everyone seemingly calls her as such. It is written in such a way as to create the long, drawn out winding that the Southern accent bestows. The inclusion of words that seem lost in the sentences they're found in, but from the drawl of a practiced tongue, flow smoothly and kindly. An air of intellect of subject, but not held over those that wouldn't be familiar. And the work that goes into achieving this voice is all but accidental. Twain tells us so in an explanatory preface just before this page.

"In this book a number of dialects are used, to wit: the Missouri negro dialect; the extremest form of the backwoods South-Western dialect; the ordinary "Pike-County" dialect; and the modified varieties of this last. The shadings have not been done in a haphazard fashion, or by guess-work; but pains-takingly, and with the trustworthy guidance and support of personal familiarity with these several forms of speech." (Preface)

In comparison to work from Twain's contemporaries, to call out Thomas Nelson Page, the work put into capturing accurate voices for Southern and Southern-adjacent characters is glaringly apparent. Instead of treating the narrator as some better-than-thou presence, who deigns to show us the lowly voices of those that were seen as less than, Twain writes Huck to be as he would be. Simple, not in brains, but in innocence. And beyond that, character's like Jim, the travelling companion, or Pap, Huck's absent and drunk father, or any number of other interesting fellows met along this journey, are real, in the realism sense, that they represent the area truthfully. Using these voices, Twain speaks to the people that know of these voices from their own, and can read the respect but into their accuracies to gather the message Twain himself would tell you he's not trying to spread. It's almost entirely why this book has had such a grasp on culture since it's release. That, and Huckleberry is entirely too fun to say.

-SM

#Mark Twain #The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn #Dialect #Accent #Narrator Voice