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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 1 year

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Paul and Marko fighting over you would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- The lost boys like to have fun and flirting with attractive women is definitely what they’d consider fun. It isn’t rare for them to come across a certain girl and single her out, showing their interest all at the same time and seeing how she responds. It’s more of a hobby than anything; a way to pass the time, so while them being attracted to the same girl is not a new occurrence, finding themselves hung up on one most certainly is.

- How they meet you isn’t much different from how they meet most of the girls they have momentary flings with. The main difference being that they remember you and find themselves gravitating towards you when they come across you on the boardwalk.

- All of this uncharacteristic behavior culminates in Paul laying down on one of the couches in the cave and cartoonishly saying how he’s “in love”, realizing that Marko feels the same as he ceases his laughter and typical teasing once he finds out who the taller boy is talking about. After that, it’s game on.

- I tend to think that Paul and Marko are the closest out of the gang which makes this whole situation even more complicated. They’re best friends but now they’re forced to be competitive, all while still teaming up to draw you into their world and make you want to spend more time with them.

- Everything would start out really casual; the two of them still playing into their whole terror twins dynamic, but the more they’d find themselves falling for you, the less accepting they’d be of the other blondes mutual attraction. They’d want the other to back off and when they show no signs of letting up, tension would arise.

- Paul is the more flirtatious of the two; at least in a verbal sense. He’s more likely to compliment you and make different little comments; teasing you and joking around in an attempt to make you laugh and show you his attraction.

- Marko is a bit quieter; more likely to show his interest through his actions rather than his words. The vampires aren’t known for their manners so when he’s giving you the time of day, it isn’t just to be polite. He’s lingering around, smiling at, and paying attention to you because he’s interested in you and that’s not something you should take for granted.

- Marko performs a lot of acts of service: buying you things, helping you around, generally just being sweet, etc. He’ll buy you food and subsequently have to hold himself back from killing Paul as the taller boy grabs it from you and starts eating the fried rice he got specifically for You.

- Paul is always making you laugh; it’s one of his many talents and he uses it to his advantage. When Marko does something, he’ll swoop in with a joke to get your attention back on him.

- He calls you babe and other pet names constantly and gets a little miffed when Marko’s occasional pet name flusters you more than his constant ones. He’s called you kitten before, what makes Marko’s kitten more special??

- Marko’s an aggressive little shit who’s always about two seconds away from fighting literally everyone so he may or may not occasionally lunge at Paul when he gets too bold or attention seeking. Paul will usually just hold his hands up and try to placate him with a “hey man, it was just a joke” before you get between them and nervously insist that everything’s fine. He usually only stops for your sake.

- Speaking of: Marko will be on the verge of killing someone who’s messing with you and Paul will be holding him back; probably using the boys short temper to make him seem like a better match for you. Like, look at him, he’s such a good conflict diffuser, he can always remain calm, Marko’s so crazy sometimes…..

- Good luck with the whole fake boyfriend thing. You’ll try to ward off some creep on the beach and suddenly you’ll have two blonde boys arguing over who’s your “real boyfriend”. It’s the thought that counts right?

- Both of them ride alone so they’re constantly trying to convince you to ride with them and not the other vamp. They’ll both pull up at the same time and look at you expectantly while you laugh awkwardly and pick whoever makes the most sense that day. They’re always so smug when they get chosen.

- You’re constantly getting flanked by the two of them whenever you’re hanging out with the gang; sandwiched between them so often and shown so much attention that it sometimes makes you want to go and get some air. Sometimes Dwayne will pull you away just to amuse himself with their reactions; that and he can secretly tell that you’re getting overwhelmed by their dick measuring contest.

- Paul is very openly affectionate and thinks little of touching you: he likes you so of course he’s gonna love on you, what else would he do? Playing with your hair, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, laying his head in your lap, kissing your cheek: he does it all with a flirtatious grin; usually while Marko fixes him with a glare.

- Paul typically goes to you for conversation: he’s talkative and energetic and talks so excitedly that it’s almost like a workout. Once he goes to do something else, you’ll have the time to unwind and speak with Marko who usually lets you do most of the talking; helping you mellow out after speaking with the amusingly hyper boy.

- Marko runs a lot of errands for the gang and that allows him to see you out on the boardwalk and have some alone time with you. He’ll stall a bit while taking you back to the cave, knowing that Paul will interrupt the two of you once he sees you; cheering upon your arrival and beckoning you over with a slap to the seat beside him.

- Paul gets jealous when you fawn over Marko’s jacket. Marko let’s you wear it both because he likes seeing you in it and because he knows it bothers Paul.

- Both of them get pretty jealous whenever you pay particular attention to the other boy instead of them; mainly because they know they’re also into you and because the two of you aren’t a sure thing yet. They’ll sit and watch you smile at, touch, and talk to the other boy with a clenched jaw: doing whatever they can to interrupt but knowing that they can only intervene so much without making themselves look completely desperate.

- You’re treated like their girlfriend even before you make a choice and begin dating one of them.

- Speaking of: they both try to ask you out quite a few times; usually by sneaking away in an attempt to talk to you in private. Unfortunately for them, it doesn’t take long for the other to notice their absence and they’ll typically come and interrupt the two of you; and once they interrupt David and Dwayne are sure to follow the longer they’re both away.

- Both of them constantly trying to impress you and peacock for your attention. Motorcycle rides, fashion, their looks, their pet pigeons, etc. They try and use it all to their advantage and admittedly, it does kind of work sometimes.

- David would undoubtedly have you turn as soon as possible after he notices the extent of their interest in you and since the boys see nothing wrong with their predicament, I’m sure they’d both be on board. After that, you spend even more time with them and they get even more competitive than they already were before: helping you with your transformation and showing you all of the tricks they couldn’t show you when you still thought they were human.

- Having fun and not caring is a big part of the vampire life so you probably don’t think twice about kissing and/or sleeping with both of them; thinking that it’s just a bit of casual pleasure. Either that, or you use it to try and help you make your decision: failing to realize that they’re both so different in their own endearing way that it’ll only serve to confuse you even further.

- They aren’t happy when they find out the others been with you the same way they have. They both probably assume it means that you’ve made your decision so they go to brag or act as if you’re really a couple, only to realize the other boy is under the same assumption for very obvious reasons; forcing them to confront you about making your final decision.

- A poly relationship is probably on the table; though it might take some getting used to, but if you do wind up just choosing one of them, don’t expect them to just accept it and not still try to win you over every now and again.

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cloudsofteeth · 5 months

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You have any spare obey me headcanons? Or whb? 👀 (also, picturing Ivory being carried by Beel, who's slowly being climbed on by his brothers to join Ivory and now he's on his workout routine with how many he's carrying but doesn't complain. Man's a family man who's happy. Food is good too)

Omg you best believe imma be drawing Beel bench pressing Ivory and throwing his weight around to help her out of situations

Diavolo- he’s the Biggest. In height, heart, tiddy size, ambition, di-

he’s the ultimate Himbo put passively gets petty and throws micro tantrums when he doesn’t get his bi-weekly play dates with ivory. Honestly wishes she could live at the castle instead of the house of lamentation but that isn’t allowed :(

Would honestly grab a demon that hurts his favorite people and just rip them apart as if they were a chicken sandwich.

Barbatos- he’s a bit Miffed ivory doesn’t like tea. She does engage with his interests though and learned how to properly brew it but she thinks it’s yucky. They both love cooking though like omg.. he’s the reason why ivory puffed up a little and struggles to lose the weight. His desserts are very very good and he’s the one who helped her adjust to the scary foods of the devildom. His calm cool mysterious vibes make Ivory kinda follow him around the way Luke does.. he’s her favorite demon to watch, and yet he’s the one with the most secrets out of them all, it feels like he’s Unreachable.

Lucifer- Ivory gives him cuteness aggression.. like he just pats her head and then presses down on her skull, causing her spine to scrunch and her neck to pop. Likes it almost too much when she sits in his lap and he can squeeze and hug her like a stress ball. She enjoys being smushed but sometimes it’s a bit much :(

He acts so stoic and untouchable, and he truly tries to be, but what scares him more is that she sees right through him with those dumb innocent eyes. His image…! It doesn’t matter for her and there is a deep guilty pleasure in not having to put up a front but if anyone were to find out it would be catastrophic.

Ivory has 3 permanent scars from him.

Mammon- was incredibly rough around the edges and nearly forgot who he was before falling from grace. Being called a scumbag stings or can be brushed off like it’s nothing, he’s so used to it by now. It’s a nothing compared to when Ivory is deeply hurt by his actions and she’s on the verge of tears or is genuinely heartbroken. She doesn’t hide her feelings and he feels like the biggest piece of garbage alive.

Of course he still has his vices and addictions and whatnot but life is a little bit better now that he has a spark of joy. A safety blanket. He tries more than he used to, to not be so much of a piece of shit.

They got shared clothes and he always likes taking her outside to be exposed to fun things. He explodes at the smallest indication of affection.

Levi- His lack of self esteem is heartbreaking and depressing. Despite his behavior and being a shut in, I’m like 80% sure he goes swimming in some kind of private pool if they ever have one. it’s the only way he stays so fit. He dresses Ivory up in cosplay and uses her as a comfort buddy when he tries going out of his comfort zone. His fishtank is absolutely decked the fuck out with live plants, shrimp, and perfectly bioactive he’s a fish tank expert. No simple glass bowls here that’s lame and stupid!

Ivory has 1 scar from when he snapped at her in the beginning of her stay at the Devildom.

Satan- Stoic like Lucifer but if you filled him with firecrackers and landmines. He has a crying kink. Would probably take psychic damage if he saw ivory as a cat girl.

Curses? Spells? Yes. All the worst ones except he fucks up on accident sometimes. He knew Solomon could make mistakes but his are more likely to happen and when they do, the whole house is in chaos. Like turning everyone into kitties, or having everything is flipped upside down.

He likes to lay down with his head in her lap when he’s mad, and she runs her fingertips through his scalp, massaging and soothing him. It’s really nice for him.. she doesn’t ever seem afraid of him when he’s mad and she tries reaching out despite him at risk of directing his rage at her.

she has 2 scars from him

Asmodeus- he’s probably the only one who’s able to see and tell when Ivory’s at her limit, mentally. Despite his raging narcissism, he loves her second. Dresses her up in the prettiest clothes and paints her nails, figures out her skin care and helps her get devildom equivalents of her human medication. (They take Ibuprofen together). He is.. absolutely Horny and when he gets in a mood he’s a menace. He smiles and looks happy the entire time he does it though and whispers so many compliments. He’s a very caring lover and partner.

Don’t ask what he does with her hair when she gets a trim.

Beel- he shares his food even if it’s just a bite ;;

Enjoys playing sports or other physical activities. Is jacked despite eating a mountain once a week. All those calories burn into his muscles and I imagine he literally steams when he exorcises and is Very very warm in temperature. He’s a light sleeper and likes meat more than other flavors. Beware all you can eat buffets he takes it to heart and is blacklisted from every establishment. He’s the reason ivory cried her first day on dinner duty..

he’s shy when it comes to wanting affection, feeling a hunger in his heart, unsure of why he’s feeling this way. Butterflies in his tummy when he hasn’t eaten any butterflies? It makes him nervous.. Ivory likes to snack with him and learn about devildom snacks. He gets distracted looking at her mouth when she eats because it’s cute to him..

Belphegor- an absolute fucking Yandere in secret he probably stole her shirt to use as a pillowcase. Most likely to kill without hesitation (as he did to her when he was let out of the attic. Twice.) he’s trying to make up for what he did and how he hurt her, and finding out she’s Lilith’s descendant made him feel more self loathing. If he could take it all back, he would. It’s also why he’s trying to claw his way to be her most dependable demon, finding his freedom and regret for not saving Lilith in her.

Always, without fail, if Ivory and Belphie take a nap in the same room he always ends up face first in her titties. He has no idea how it happens. He swears he was hugging his cow pillow facing away from her on the other side of the bed.

Ivory has two massive scars from him.

And lastly Ivory headcannons because she doesn’t really get to show her inner thought process-

She hates being called Lilith, it makes her feel like she has even More responsibilities and expectations of her. She’s a crybaby and sheds tears rather easy. Tries to be eloquent and gentle but ends up cursing and spewing profanities when she’s very comfortable with them. Mentally fragile and tries to be a good girl, she doesn’t like it when people are mad at her. but BOY DOES SHE HATE HAVING TO DO SCHOOL ALL OVER AGAIN. She already got her Bachelors degree! And now she’s back (yeah she signed up for it but she never thought she’d get picked)

She loves them so much and is very happy with her 11 boyfriends and adopted son. She made a horrified expression when she found out Luke was like over 300 years old. Does she think about how weird it is to have 11 boyfriends and an adopted son? Yeah but they’re not human and Solomon’s immortal so she just shrugs and tries to survive and split her time up wisely.

#asks #obey me #SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO RESPOND IT SURE IS A LOT #IM NOT VERY COHERENT IM MENTALLY ILL

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sketchfanda · 8 months

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Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Friendship with Benefits is Magic!!

18 sat on the couch amused as she sipped her coffee, watching the scene happening across from her. Sitting the sofa opposite from her were a pair of local Satan City girls she’d become well acquainted with known by their names Dash and AJ, the latter often called Rainbow due to her eye catching skittle coloured hair hairstyle which was among her most eyecatching qualities especially when compared to her more Southern Belle sounding companion. Whereas Dash was a tanned, toned athletic tomboy, AJ was a thicc,powerful brick house woman mountain. Standing close to 7 foot plus yet having the kind of qualities and curves that not only made it clear she was a woman, but a damn fine hot piece of ass of one at that. Dash was a freelance jack of all trades athlete who especially excelled at the kind of events that called for speed and agility while AJ did a lot of heavylifting and manual labour working and helping out at her family's apple farm. Now if you were to ask 18, she could swear you'd think these 2 were possibly lovers or pending to be because the sexual tension between them was clearly so obvious. She could feel it even as she looked on with bemusement at how the tomboy and farm girl glared at each other trying to lazerburn holes through one another's skulls. Putting her coffee cup down on the table as she caught their attention, a sly grin on her face. "Just remind me, what exactly are you two arguing about?” She enquired, intrigued to wonder what brought them her way this fine day.

Dash simply huffed and pouted,crossing her arms under her toned perky tits as AJ cleared her throat a bit, a little miffed herself as she began to speak with that distinct drawl of hers. It was such a sensual and distinct voice in its own particular way. “Well a certain somebody,I won’t name names…” the suntanned freckled blonde quipped,rolling her eyes as did Dash because of course they knew who she was referring to. But god forbid they get into another argument rather than not get to the point. “…..said that she could do better than me at satisfying a guy and out last me and him and still have enough energy to run a marathon, if you can believe thst kind of hogwash…” it was clear AJ most certainly did not, that was for sure. 18 amused as she caught Dash giving the farm girl a dirty glare. Oh if looks could kill, as the skittles haired tomboy retorted. AJ rolling her eyes no doubt expecting some words while 18 relished the comedy gold like the cheeky minx she was.

“Puh-lease, it’s so obvious when you think about it. Sure farm girl and me can handle win lose or draw at any games or sports,I can handle that. But when it comes to sex? I could not only handle the biggest stud BUT make empty him out and still be the last girl standing.” She sounded so damn confident, everything about her radiated it with absolute certainty. To such AJ responded by giving her the most deadpan look imaginable, much to 18’s constant amusement. Seeing that the tomboy and farm girl were looking set to have another verbal spar, 18 cleared her throat as she got their attention. Drinking her coffee down to the last drop as she placed her cup down with a sense of finality as the deadly beauty made sure they were focused on her, she grinned a mysterious smile that those who knew her meant she was most certaimly,absolutely up to no good what so ever. She had an idea, an awful idea, a wonderful idea. An awfully wonderful, wonderfully awful idea and oh what perfect timing, here was her husband just coming back in from his recent shift at the department. The blonde feeling her spine tingle, god how hot he looked in that uniform and his arrival could only be such a case of right man,at the right place and the right time.

“Well ladies it seems to me there is only one real way to settle this debate of yours.” 18 spoke with a cool,calm manner as Dash and AJ looked at her,curious and puzzled as to what she had in mind. Krillin none the wiser as he hummed and whistled a little tune before she reached out and gently but firmly grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him close to her. Her hubby looking so adorable with that confused, puzzled expression on his face as she resumed her quip. "And my man here will be the perfect judge for you..." A sensual tease to her tone as she reached down with her free hand to grab and squeeze his junk, making him clench his teeth and widen his eyes, while AJ and Dash blushed, clearly catching onto what 18 was implying. Krillin of course recovered from his bout of shock and confusion to give his cyborg wife the most look imaginable. To which 18 simply purred snd grinned as she kissed the side of his face, a side glance shot to Dash and AJ as she undid her man’s buckle and fly, the sound of the zipper keeping their attention before their eyes soon beheld the exposed sight of Krillin’s length and girth. Faces blushing as they clenched and rubbed their thighs together while seeing that cock begin to stir and rise. Stiffening to a point that it seemed like he could hammer nails into wood, nevermind what it would do to their mouths and their pussies. That’s when 18 knew she had them hook, line and sinker.

The floor of the chestnut family’s living room was soon littered with the scattered clothing of the 3 women and one very lucky little man, as 18 hugged her husband from behind, grinning as she kissed along his neck and shoulders. His moans music to her ears as she locked Icey blue eyes on Dash and AJ, naked the day they were born as they knelt on the ground, eyes glowing with lust. Competing for dominance as they assaulted her short king’s cock with licks and kisses. At times even making out with the tip between them as their tongues soaked his length and girth with saliva, not even leaving his balls untouched. But oh their attempts to outdo one another at seeing how much of so his shaft they could take was delicious, it was no surprise this being their first time with him they couldn’t deepthroat right off the bat. But seeing them try was such a turn on, especially their shock and surprise whenever he’d buck his hips out of reflex. At some point it got into the pair’s heads thst their competition became blurred between trying to see who could outlast the other to whether or not they could make her man blow his load just from oral. 18 would usually charge most other women quite the fee when it came to her Krillin but what was about to happen to these two was just as sweet as money. And how sweet it is!!

Indeed Aj and Dash struggled as they were determined outdo one another in performing fellation for this prime price if fuckmeat the cyborg deadly beauty had so generously provided to be their judge. Assaulting it with licks and kisses as they sought to suck and blow on it. Often kissing and making out with each other by chance, which only added to the opinions of some that the two had some deep primal lust for each other and seeing one another be lewd like this. Their thoughts on pause as Krillin reached out with his hands to smack and massage their asses, their bubble butts jiggling before they found their slits being probed, thighs becoming soaked with their arousal as the shirt king showed he wasn’t just very well hung but also quite good with his hands. Feeling their pulses race as pleasure flowed their veins,spines tingling with pleasure as their brains tapped into those deep seated dormant primal portions. Feeling less like horny women and more like sexual bitches in heat courting this virile alpha male into mating with them to breed them with delicious, potent seed.

AJ wasn’t sure when or how they had suddenly changed up positions but she wasn’t complaining that was for sure. As Krillin laid in the smooth wooden floor of the living room as she,fittingly enough,rode him cowgirl style. Her dark sun kissed tanned amazonian body glistening with sweat that smelt quite like sweet apple juice as she plunged her herself on his cock. Hearts flowing in her eyes,tits bouncing and bubble butt jiggling as Dash sat across from her,the dark skinned skittles coloured haired tomboy rode his face, feeling his tongue penetrate her as he ate her out. 18 looking in with little to no shame as she played width herself squeezing a tit in one hand as the other squeeze and juggled a tit. Biting her lip sensually as she saw the farm girl and tomboy push their lips together, making out like the horny lesbisexuals they were as her man brought them to greater heights of pleasure to help them settle their debate. Changing uo positions or tandems of one on two or one on kne whenever he would cum as they couldn’t keep count or track of their orgasms due to his prowesss.

such was the case as Dash found herself taking it doggy style from the Warrior Monk,the shirt king jackhammering and pistoning into her snatch as she herself was eating out Aj,taking her cider flavoured nectar mixed with the overflowing excess jizz from his earlier load deposit. The farm girl’s mane of blonde hair flowing as she grasped Dash’s hair,keeping her pressed against her pussy as she leaned in to kiss and make out with Krillin. If one were to look closely,they’d see glowing link hearts of the eyes of the pair. Indicating his overwhelming skill was enslaving them to him, a fact 18 was more than familiar with as her ego felt practically orgasmic. Nothing was more delicious than seeing sexy bitches become addicted to her man. Licking her lips as she saw Dash shudder and moan, Krillin groaning as he came inside, moaning into Aj’s liplock as the single came to once again change it up.

Naturallt what followed was the veritable montage of pornographic delight as the trio would shift between one on one to two on one in sequence to any and every instance of the compact stud blowing his load. His virlity snd prowess proven by the fact his cock had yet to go limp or soft in the slightest since the first time he came. 18 of course adding herself to the mix to slice thing up or have a little lesbian intimacy with whoever wasn’t occupied with her shirt king for one on one action. Such as right now as she made out with Dash,the skittle haired tomboy and her dancing and massaging their tongues together nn some sloppy tonsil hockey. Jiggling and massaging her t perky titties in her hands as Dash fingered herself,feeling her oussy gush with a flow of her nectar and excess of krillin’s seed. All the while the short king had AJ in a mating press, the Amazon an farm girl howling with ecstasy as he jackhammered her oussy with the primal virility snd ferocity of a caveman as they enacted the ancient dance of man and woman,driven to make this muscular work of art of a woman pregnant. Lips,locked together as he had her powerful legs pushed back and his Balls smacked her netherlips’ outer rim, making her juices splash. Stomach bulging from his length and girth as her womb desired to have another generous helping of his white hot cream.

Cream which 18 helped herself to a she and Aj laid side by side,performing a 69 on one another as the lapped up a mixed snatch cocktail of pussy juice and the compact stud’s seed. While dash was pushed and pressed up against a wall, arms and legs draped around the vertically challenged sex machine’s Herculean body as he pumped and thrust into her with the same drive and desire to mate and breed. Her face an expression of raw ahegao, drooling and grinning lewdly as she and AJ practically radiated an aura of pink glowing hearts. By this point the duo had forgotten why they had been arguing or what they were debating and competing about. All thst mattered here and then, right now was having this sex god in the bidy of a compact macho man cutie knock them up and ruin them for other men. But 18 knew for certain the real winner was herself and of course man. Ankther lair of fine ass bitches sowed with wild oats as more chestnut buns found their ways into some very warm, wecolinf ovens.

18 of course would need to remember to thank videl for babysitting maron for the day. Giving them all the time she needed to set uo and arranger having her latest hobby targets picked out. When opportunity came knocking for a chance to have her indulge in her persomal kink,she always seized it by the balls. As she laid atop her husband with Aj and Dash spinning either side of him,she had a feeling their little girl would be happy to know she’d have another brother or sister on the way. If this session didn’t yield results with these two being knocked up? Well just another excuse to have them come over, right?

#sketchfan85 #sketchfan #sketchfanda #krillin #krillin dragonball #dragonball krillin #krillin smut #applejack #rainbow dash #android 18

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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Do You Two...Fondue? (15)

Warning: Very emotional smut which is split between two chapters. (Minors DNI) soft! but also :cough: determined!Steve.

For America, Part One (see previous or series)

He’s regretting not waiting for some water. His throat aches from all the forced swallowing. However, if he’s got to have this conversation, at least Steve’s rooms are private and have faucets.

When you open his door, you don’t turn on the lights, and his eyes shoot wide.

“Really?” You tick your head to the side with zero explanation, forcing him to enter a room he’s lived in for years as if it’s foreign soil. “Now,” you say when the door seals behind him, “you have four either normal, or more likely, heightened senses, while the other has been taken away…kinda. If—see—when you turned off the lights at the hotel, one of the things that did was make my other senses work harder to get the experience—“ you snort out a laugh but quickly stifle it “—of the room.”

He can vaguely see you in the dark, even where everyone else would see black. His sight is obviously fine. Better than fine. To his eyes at the hotel, you were the most exquisitely detailed charcoal drawing, undulating in rapture beneath him. In bright light, the fine hairs over your skin have a dusting effect like chalk, and when you’re still asleep as dawn breaks, it evokes the oil-painting mastery of the classics. You’re so peaceful, made of smooth layers of color painstakingly built into pure beauty.

None of that, however, addresses the problem. “I don’t think—I mean, I haven’t ever noticed something boosting my…feeling.”

“Yeah, it’s not the perfect metaphor, but basically, there are other pieces to, uh boy—focus—“ he hears your sharp inhale and notices you shiver “—to experiencing pleasure. That’s why I asked if you get excited before you’re touched.”

“Did you just…was that your reaction to my cologne?” He’s miffed, acutely flattered, and a little bashful.

“Yeah, yeah, crisis at hand, Sketch. Focus.” Though he inches forward, you continue. “Your thoughts are recreations or fantasies of senses.” You clear your throat and stand up tall. Steve doesn’t know why but you stare at the floor even in the dark. “For example, you’ve…made several faces that—and you don’t—didn’t even touch me, or you weren’t—but just the look…I mean, wow.”

He notices something, and he feels like an idiot for not understanding this sooner. He didn’t put it together all those times before, the ones where you looked at him a certain kind of way and (if he was close enough) he could smell you. You’re talking about a visual, auditory, or olfactory cue that had a physical response, or really anything not-physical that has a physical impact on a body. You’re talking about how he can feel when you feel, and that has never been dampened by anything. His nerve-endings don’t have to signal his brain; that part is all memory and imagination and empathy. It’s exactly like how looking at a sketch of you immerses him in the moment he was trying to recreate in two dimensions. He can hear what you were telling him as he switched from pencil to pencil.

“Just wow,” you repeat with a whisper.

Steve thinks about the time on the couch, right behind where you’re standing, and he remembers hearing your voice lower and your heart race. He remembers kissing you and being struck by how the same glorious, wet warmth from your mouth was being pumped up and down him. It’s the first time he wonders whether he has to grip himself so hard to come or whether that simply makes him come faster.

He hears your shoes thud against the floor behind him as you kick them off.

“Steve,” you purr with a smile, “what are you thinking about?”

He swallows again, having forgotten all about that water he thought he needed. Seems he is salivating just fine but can’t think of any words. Neither of you is surprised.

On the couch, you caught him off-guard, too tired to understand or protest. In the hotel, he focused on you and that was enough. Now, he feels vulnerable, exposed, even in the dark with all of his clothes on, even when you cannot see him. He can’t get his body to move.

The slow crackle of your dress’s zipper jolts him, making his own skin tingle lightly. It’s the barest rustle of fabric when it falls, a hint of midnight blue puddled against the faint cream of his carpet, and when you step forward, there it is. He can hear your heartbeat.

That rhythm soothes him every night you’re here, every night you’re with him. He hopes that becomes every night, full stop. He closes his eyes, focused on the base of it like a subwoofer in his head.

“Shall I tell you what I’m thinking?” Another step forward, thick honey words dripping into his ears.

He smells you now, breathing as deeply as he is, standing as close as you are with so little on. He’d recognize your scent anywhere, remembers how potently you stayed on his fingers, enjoys that you linger on his sheets. He may be stunned by how often you reek of excitement for him, but he’s not disappointed in the slightest. Since you’ve brought the cocktail of everything to his attention, he’s realizing how much of his own fantasizing has not been about touch. Just the sound of your voice makes him smile.

“I’m gonna marry you, Steve Rogers.”

Now, those. Those are sounds that create a physical response for Steve. His hands are at your jaw as his lips find yours, gentle, plush, hesitant with a building need. He’s still waters with an undertow raging. What Steve thinks but can’t say is that he is sick of thinking. He wants to know what it’s like to be with you, wants to know what you sound like each and every place he touches, wants to know what you taste like over every inch.

He’s so caught up in kissing that he only notices you’ve unbuttoned his shirt when his belt clinks as you untuck the ends. The base of your heartbeat reverberating in his head is matched by the slightest bit of shaking across his whole body. His insides are running in all different directions, so he tries to regroup.

“What did you call them,” he mutters between kisses, “my lips, at the hotel?”

He’s so tall that his looming slowly presses you both into the wall.

Your voice is hoarse, ragged. “What is this a pop quiz?”

The only way for him to move closer is to slide his knee between your legs, but touching you is steadying the jumpiness inside his chest. The more he cages you in, the more he feels engulfed by you, his safe space, and when he looks down, there you two are, draped in dark shades like an early Van Gogh, together.

This is the image he wants, the art he’s inspired by: you and him, happy, blended, harmonious. It makes him whole. It makes him joyous.

Steve starts with a low note, hums it deep within his chest, pitches it higher, and then drops it back down. The melody rumbles through his muscles. His body relaxes, and he can tell the moment you recognize the song. He moves his hands to your hips, the back of his fingers grazing over your nipples on the way down, just like in the hall, just like he’s thought about dozens of times. You sway together, minute shifts that shake off his final hesitations because the song is so true, just like your song on stage was earlier.

He can’t help falling in love with you. All of his senses, every single one, tell him you understand, that you are all-in, just as he is.

When he gets to that bar, the line he’s hung his fantasies on for so long, you softly sing the words, “some things are meant to be.” Your hand squeezes the back of his head, and he can feel the band of his mother’s ring glide down his neck.

His hands. His life. His whole body is yours.

Steve slides both thumbs into the elastic of your underwear and begins to draw small circles. He has to toe off his shoes anyway, so he makes a deliberate show of nudging his thigh deeper between your legs, the meat of his muscle actually holding your weight. The movement drags you against him, and the reaction is instantaneous. It’s because he can see that he knows your mouth drops open. It’s because he can hear your sharp breath and raised heartbeat that he knows how worked up you’re getting.

“Luscious,” he says, lips landing just beneath your ear, “that’s what you called them.” He begins to blaze a trail down, and finally, it’s because he can taste that he finds the spot where tart lemonade spilled on you earlier.

Salt, sugar, lemon, and sunscreen. It’s more perfect than any ‘happy birthday.’ You’re perfect and practically gushing with need of him, body writhing and whimpering beneath his broad, steadying hands.

He’s half-teasing, half-serious. The balance finally feels right. Steve is not a dominant man, but he does enjoy the exploration of, well, anything to do with you. He’s still a man—or perhaps just himself? because he isn’t judging anyone’s preferences—so embarrassment is not a turn-on for him, especially when the embarrassment is failing you. While he’s still not sure he can finish the same as you, he is determined to please you. He’s still nervous though.

“Don’t,” he starts, feeling that flutter of warrior butterflies again, “don’t let me ruin this.” Steve stretches to press his forehead to yours. “Please.”

For a moment, you hold him, quiet and comforting, before asking, “pop quiz. What did you say when you proposed?”

He’s about to recite his practiced little speech, but you beat him to it.

“You already make me happy, Steve Rogers.” You kiss him gently on the lips. “You’ve already made me a better woman.” Another kiss to his cheek. “You take on the whole world everyday, but—“ you pull him closer to whisper in his ear “—I’m gonna marry the shit outta you.”

Steve snorts. Of course. Of course, you know just how to break his little spiral of doubt. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I believe the word you are looking for, sir—” your hands slide down his torso while you smile, grabbing his belt buckle “—is insatiable.”

It’s not dominance or submission, he figures out. You two have been swinging back and forth like a tide, rolling between each other’s spaces and needs, and now, as you’ve calmed to the middle, finally in sync, it’s become a vibration, a hum of little waves that dance and sing together. Just like the words of your song: it’s a game of give and take.

While Steve’s brain is all art, music, and poetic romance, your hands pop the button of his pants and unzip them. He forgot he buried the idea of physical intimacy being fun a long, long time ago. He replaced it with thoughts of difficulty and logistics, only to pile on more strange phobia and critiques of modernity. He has to laugh, a shaky combination of self-deprecation and nerves. This doesn’t come easy to him, but that’s because he never really imagined he’d get this. Girls aren’t lining up for the guy they might step on, but girls also don’t stick around to be stepped on by a guy’s life.

But you. You’re different. Steve’s in awe of how you’ve kept all these sides of you preserved even when he has witnessed how hard that’s been. You’re still playful, poking at the hem of his bottoms to make him take them off, shivering with a giggle as his hair drags across your chest when he stands again. You’re still cheeky and serious and sexy and delicate.

Nothing, nothing he has thrown at you, purposefully or accidentally, has deterred you from wanting Steve. All of him. The complete and unabridged version. You’ve systematically excavated the original Steve, the part of him excited to love the right woman. You’ve encouraged his old hobbies and his new interests. You’ve befriended his team and stuck up for his decisions. Steve actually feels whole again, and he can’t wait to thank you for the rest of his life.

(Next part)

(Apparently, I can't stop writing this steve x reader pairing to save my life. It just keeps going on!)

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Eyes Open

Part 6 can be found here.

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The world isn’t blue anymore.

It’s the first thing that comes to mind when brown eyes slowly flicker open, only to immediately close at the bright white around them.

Lights, of course.

The white is still there when the eyes open again, but this time they remain open and adjust. The lights are not entirely white, and the casing is covered in a layer of dust that should not be in a medical setting, but that is of little consequence.

Tech wishes he had his goggles.

The room, what little he can actually make of it, is clearly more of a storage room than a medbay, the bacta tank that had held him bubbling away in a far corner. It is irritating that he can’t make out much more, everything just too blurry to his already weakened eyes, but Tech is at least aware that someone other than the Empire had found him. He’s in the process of trying to will his muscles into action when he hears footsteps coming down a corridor, and closes his eyes right before the door slides open.

“...as you can see, perfectly safe!”

Cid?

“Where’s his armor?” A voice tinged with an audio modulator asks after a moment, and Tech does his best to listen despite his exhaustion creeping back into his bones.

“If you want what is left, it’ll be double the price.”

“Double?” A second tinged voice sounds out from beside the first, and Tech can feel someone approaching him, revealing to be Cid as she picks up one of his hands with a low chuckle. This voice sounds gruffer than the first person, and Tech can feel Cid lean back subconsciously.

“You’re lucky I haven’t sold him already, I’m sure the Empire would love to get their hands on him.” Tech doesn’t react to the way her claws suddenly dig into his palm, drawing blood with relative ease. “His…team cost me a lot in inventory, so I’m just trying to recoup what I can.”

What in the world has happened since he’s been unconscious? Nothing good, noting the way she hissed while placing his hand back down.

“Show me what armor is left, while my associate scans him. We’ll see if it’s worth double.” The second voice grunts, and there’s a moment before Cid claps her hands together.

“Follow me, but your pal here better not try anything funny.” The warning hangs in the air, and Tech can hear Cid and whoever she’s talking with leave, while the other person hurries to his side.

“Kriffing trandoshan.” There’s a thud of some box down by Tech’s legs, and after some rummaging a small bacta pad is laid on his newly acquired wound. “There, better. Now, let’s see who we have here.” After some more rummaging, Tech can hear the person switch sides, tenderly rolling Tech onto his left side so they could press something against his upper right shoulder. The familiar beep that comes a moment later hits Tech that his birth number had just been scanned, and only two sets of people in the galaxy would know how to find it.

“CT-9903…I don’t think we’ve met, but it’ll be alright now.” Tech is carefully placed back down, and he can hear a tenderness despite the voice modulation. Tech decides remaining still is his best course of action, and it’s not long before Cid and the other person return, with Cid sounding pleased but slightly miffed.

“How was I to know the Empire left a beacon in my bar?!”

“They never leave without making sure you can be useful. You’re just lucky we didn’t trip it.” The other sounded angry, and Cid didn't respond. “Tell the Empire we took him, and we’ll actually kill you.”

“Take him and get out, or I might change my mind.” Cid grumbles, and watches for a few moments as Tech can feel himself being prepped for transport. “If you see his team, don’t tell them I had him. I don’t think Goggles here knows, and I’d rather not have more clones stinking up my bar.”

“Don’t care, we’re just here for the clone.” The voice that had been with Cid clearly was done with her, and Tech can feel himself being placed in a battlefield transport bag. “We won’t be back.”

“Let’s go, he needs more time in bacta.” The gentle voice urged, having resumed his monotone voice from before. Tech’s fight to remain aware fails the moment he’s picked up from the table, and just before he returns to the abyss, he’s almost sure he can hear Cid muttering a prayer that he doesn’t come seeking revenge.

Time will tell.

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Tech? You’re alive?

Crosshair’s eyes shoot open to nothing but darkness, and had it not been for the gentle weight against his chest, he would have shot upright altogether. His heart is pounding as he stares up at the top of his bunk with an intense glare, as if it would reveal to him the way out of this facility once and for all.

Tech is alive, his body almost sings with joy.

From the moment he could remember, Crosshair knew he and Tech were closer to each other than the rest of their batchmates. When they were allowed to start roaming Kamino and mingling with the other cadets, they learned that they were batch twins, which was a rare phenomenon, but one often celebrated solely among the clones. Nala Se pretended not to see some cadets file into her special batchers room to celebrate this revelation a few nights later, and while neither Crosshair nor Tech really understood it, it was comforting to put a name to their bond. As they grew older, however, their bond became less of a named thing and more of a physical one. When Tech was shot out of a tree on one of their first missions, Crosshair found his side where Tech had been shot ringing with pain, yet no wound was apparent to any scanner or the naked eye. Tech had a sensory overload when Crosshair was trapped in a cover point by droids who spammed flash grenades at the sniper, and only had made it through when Hunter all but threw him into cover so he and Wrecker could take the droids out. Obviously, this revelation never made it to the longnecks, and the two didn’t really mind their bond.

It was as unique as they were.

Echo was the one to explain it in detail after he joined the group, noting almost immediately they were batch twins. Usually, Regs never noticed past their physical differences, which with how fast they were in and out made sense, but Echo knew at first glance. He didn’t act on it until after a mission where Crosshair had been hit with something, and Tech was rubbing his shoulder exactly where his twin was, and idly commented on it during some maintenance.

“I know it when I see it…used to have a twin myself.”

They don’t press, and he doesn’t offer, merely answering questions that seem to spill from Tech like a never-ending waterfall. The trio speak well into the night, and Echo is only too happy to pass along his knowledge.

Crosshair felt so alone when he came to the first time, and didn’t need Omega to tell him that Tech was gone. The emptiness Echo had described so long ago tore at him worse than any wound he’d ever felt before, chipping away at whatever little shredded piece of his soul still remained after the Empire had taken everything else.

That void is gone. It’s weak, weak to the point where Crosshair wants to curse in frustration, but Tech is there.

Slowly, Crosshair finally exhales the air that seemed to have gotten trapped inside of his lungs, and draws Omega a little bit closer. Luckily she didn’t seem to feel the way he had suddenly awoken, and for a moment he runs one hand through her hair, allowing the soft strands to help ground him. The raw fury that had slowly been running through him from the moment he had woken and seen Omega was now turning into a mixture of rage and raw determination.

They were going to get out of here, any and all doubts he had were finally gone.

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Fives can’t remember the last time he had been removed from his cell.

It was years, he was sure of it, the clone counting every step he was taking as he was led through halls he cannot see. He can hear the humming of ray shield after ray shield however, the gasps from captives he may or may not have known, the smell of disinfectant and blood from various labs, and the rush of cooler and cooler air as he ascended a few good levels. Eventually, the journey ends, and Fives is forced to sit in a chair and restrained.

“You know…I had forgotten you were here.” Fives swallows, but does not respond to the voice ahead of him. He doesn’t have to guess where he is, and knows that the other man wants some sort of reaction. “Hm, not talkative I see.”

Silence, Fives was trained how to endure torture, so he’ll endure.

“Omega likes you, doesn’t she Fives?” His name is spoken as if it was filth found on the bottom of a shoe. “Or, so I’m hoping. She really does need friends here, poor girl, and I was hoping you might have been one. After all, she knows your dear brother Echo…or do you not trust what she told you?”

Fives’ mouth is filled with copper, and still, he remains silent.

“Her spirit will break like yours in time, but maybe it doesn’t have to be that way.” Fives angles forward when suddenly, Hemlock is by his side, trailing one gloved hand along his shoulders. “If you help me make her…agreeable, she won’t have to suffer…much. Nala Se is…still being resistant with her work, and I no longer can afford the luxury of any more delays. Omega will need to begin undergoing testing, and I need her to be…reasonable about it. Convince her to be a good girl, and I will spare her pain beyond what Nala Se requires. As a token, I will give you your sight…if you are successful.”

“Go jump into a pile of bantha shit.” Fives jerked his head back before Hemlock could respond, and hit something hard that made the other man stumble backward. There are guards before Fives can take a breath, and he can hear Hemlock crack his knuckles as he circles around, landing a nasty punch to Fives’ gut.

“Clearly, you need more time to think about it.” The doctor snarled, grabbing a fist full of Fives’ hair to yank his head up, and delivering a few good punches to the clone before releasing his hair. His fists seemed to be coated in something, as Fives can feel blood pouring from his broken nose down his chin that felt like sandpaper. “Throw him back in his cell, and we’ll…speak later, once he’s come to his senses.”

“Yes sir.” Fives keeps his head down on the journey back, only grunting in response when he’s thrown back into his cell with a noise of disgust.

“Kriff.” Fives braced himself on his hands and knees for a second, muttering some curses before there was a sudden jolt that seemed to come from his face. Slowly, ever so slowly something begins to come into view, and Fives feels his heart stop.

He can see his hands, covered with blood that dotted the floor around him. He can see his hands, the blood, the floor.

He grins, and after getting to his feet, retreats into the shadows of a cell that Hemlock no longer monitored with cameras.

Kriffing moron.

#tbb #tbb spoilers #tech lives au #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #arc trooper fives #fives #royce hemlock #part 7 fic

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lovely-necromancy · 2 years

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The Moon and the Stars ch 4

Pairings: Mark Spector/Reader, Steven Grant/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader

Warnings: Swear words, inaccurate DID

Word count: 6,153

Marc had taken over fronting by the time the three of you had walked from the parking garage over to Nelson and Murdock. Jake apparently taking a back seat now that he wasn't needed to drive. It seems like a strange trade off but you also dislike driving and wouldn't mind having someone to take care of that for you. Though you're a little more than envious that each of them seemingly get to – for the lack of a better term, stop existing for a bit. Passing over the reigns when things get too much or they aren't needed in the moment.

Not that you think it's easy by any means to live with their condition or in their situation at all. You just find existing difficult to do constantly for something that seems to go on for so long. Maybe that's the reason people pair off in sets you'd get someone to do things you dislike; like doing the dishes and as a trade off they'd find cooking to be a chore and you'd gladly take over that. Or even having someone like Jake to drive for those few times that you had to.

Unlike Jake, Marc doesn't walk behind you and Layla to keep an eye out for you, something you're very grateful for since it gives you a rest from the searing feeling of eyes on your back. Instead Marc walks beside you and it's only when he catches sight of the marquee as you pass it, that he steps ahead of you making sure he holds the door for both you and Layla.

“Thank you.” slips out from habit, but you're no less appreciative of his chivalrous gesture.

Your voice catches Foggy's attention, he unfurrows his brow as he fiddles with the furniture parts laying around him.

“I told Matt to lock the door.” he mutters to himself sounding miffed.

You lock the door and motion for Layla and Marc to take seats in the waiting area, as they warily eye the man's tense posture.

“I promise he doesn't bite, anyway seems he's occupied.” you say oblivious to the agitation of the strawberry blonde on the floor, and the glare he's giving you.

Foggy flips you off as he double checks the instructions, “And definitely not in the mood for your shit.”

His tone rolls right off of you as you walk to hover in front of him. His jaw clenches and relaxes the clenches back up again, like he's biting his tongue to stop himself from saying something. You are too busy looking at the upside down booklet to notice any of his out of place mannerisms.

“What's this anyway?” you ask crouching down across from him, still reading the booklet.

“Fish tank.” tone short and clipped.

“Duh, why are you getting fish though?” tilting your head as your eyes rest on him.

“Jesus, because waiting areas have fish in them!” he snaps.

You held his gaze for a moment and wait for his shoulders to relax before speaking. But he goes back to the two pieces of wood that look like they are the same, and probably aren't meant to connect like he's attempting.

“Like who's gonna take care of them though? Y'know cleaning and stuff, you guys don't really have a secretary not to mention Matt's liable to suck a fish into a siphon while cleaning if he tried.”

The attempted ice breaker falls on deaf ears as Foggy ignores you, in favor of flipping back a page in the booklet.

“So...” you draw out the word until he looks at you brow hunched downward and lips off set in a semi snarl, “What fish are you getting?”

Foggy's exclamation of 'God Dammit' and throwing down the pieces of wood in a huff have Marc and Layla leaping from their seats. Layla hovering next to you, ready to pull you behind her and Marc standing in front of you both.

Marc throws a pointed look at you from over his shoulder, “I think you've done enough, now sit.” he orders pointing towards the seat he had occupied just seconds ago.

Your face scrunches up at that and Foggy's does too.

“Hey man, don't talk to them like that.”

“We came to ask you a few questions, not to antagonize you. We just want some answers then we'll be on our way.” Marc explains.

Foggy looks your way catching your eyes and you see the storm cloud swirling in them. The same concern and question Marnie's held not even an hour ago. The questions and uncertainty getting darker and heavier the longer you don't say anything. You thump your foot down in a mix of frustration and annoyance.

“Will you shut up,” you direct at Foggy, “this is Layla, that's Marc. And we're all gonna be friends in the future...I think. Nothing nefarious.”

Again Foggy looks at you, this time with a questioning look that makes you think you've said something wrong. But you aren't sure what exactly, maybe adding 'nothing nefarious' seemed nefarious in itself.

“Shit kid, is this why Matt and I got weird half texts from you?” Foggy groans out.

“They weren't half texts, I thought they made perfect sense.”

“Yea, only after we put our texts together, you set up a puzzle for us. You really need to learn how a group chat works or how to string together a coherent thought.”

“Uggh, I know how group chats work I just hate them...” tossing your head back with a groan, “Anyway you guys figured it out.”

“That's not the point, I was worried something happened.” the air feels heavier as Foggy's real meaning hits you.

Taking a moment you're sure he meant 'I thought you disappeared again' and that throwing out 'technically something did happen' wasn't the best choice right now. Especially with how fried his nerves must be. Looking off to the side you rub at your elbow sheepishly.

“I wasn't thinking...”

It was mumbled but it was as close to an apology as Foggy would get, begrudgingly he'd accept it; he always did. Sighing he harshly rubbed a hand down his face before composing himself and sighing.

“I swear, between you and Matt I'll go gray before the end of the decade.”

“Pfft, I can make it the year.”

That comment gets you a stern look like a father reprimanding his child, it leaves you grinning like a fool at Foggy. He turns his attention to Marc, “What'd you need to ask?”

“Have you seen a....uh?” Marc struggles to find a way to phrase it without making him sound insane, “Hell, you made this seem so fucking casual when you found us.” he only gets a shrug in return. Layla looking just as lost as he is when Marc looks to her for clarification.

Seeing this won't get you guys far you take over for Marc, a small mercy for everyone, “A kid, specifically my son from the future who can time travel, you seen him? Maybe Matt has an idea?”

It takes a moment of staring at you slack jawed and a bit of rapid blinking for Foggy to fully process what you've just said. And once he does he throws his hands up in the air, as if pleading with the gods for one mundane moment in life.

“Why am I even fucking surprised anymore, honestly just why?”

He distracts himself by looking over the pictures for the cabinet stand of the aquarium, before speaking up, “I haven't seen any terror running around. Assuming we are keeping this under wraps, because of a certain local DnD reject.”

The insult earns a snort from you and a grinning nod.

“Naturally.”

Shaking his head Foggy continues, “The Matt wouldn't have mentioned anything to me if he did know something. He did mention that...that...news kid...uh the one with the nice-ish camera?”

Seeing Foggy struggle on the name of the photography intern working with Karen at The Bugle, you fill in the blank.

“Parker.”

He really didn't need to look up to know what expression you held. And seeing the sullen look fills him with overwhelming guilt over not remembering such a simple name, though he vaguely remembers it isn't his fault in the first place. Still he mutters 'Parker, Parker' under his breath a few times trying to commit it to memory. Despite the fact you both know he'll eventually forget again. Just like all the other times.

“Yea...Parker. Matt said he nearly crashed into the kid on his walk to your place that first night. Says he was a mess...more so than usual.”

You hum in acknowledgment, “Not surprised, asked him to look after Coo for me.”

“Shit, that devil bird is still alive?”

“And well – thanks for asking.” he rolls his eyes at you.

“Anything else you needed?” his eyes roaming the schematics before him.

“Will Matt be back soon?”

Foggy just offers you a non-committal noise, not even bothering to look up from the new piece of wood he's grabbed, “He went to the library; been a slow week and he wanted a few audio books.” his eyes flit over to you briefly, “Apparently the 17th Street Library doesn't offer a delivery service, who knew?”

You hum once again, “Yea we don't – just something I did to keep things in circulation. Same with the free libraries we have stationed around. Plus you trust Matt in a library?”

He gives an 'alright' motion with his head. When he doesn't speak again you take that as the end of the conversation and look towards Marc and Layla, you motion them to the door.

“Thanks Foggy, promise to keep you updated...but probably not today though my phone's dead.”

“For the love of – here you two take a business card, my personal number is the first just hit six as an extension. If this idiot gets themselves – or you into any trouble just call.” Layla takes the cards and smiles at him, glancing sideways at you.

“Reassuring that they have good friends, I've known them less of a day and can already tell they're quite the handful.” her voice is full of mirth as she speaks.

Whereas Foggy's is filled with exhaustion when he replies, “Like you wouldn't believe.”

Once she catches up with you and Marc outside the door she asks, “Where to now?”

“Library.” you say simply.

“Foggy said Matt should be there – operative word being should. Doesn't hurt to look; if he's there we can ask if he's noticed anything strange around my apartment.”

You're a little surprised when Jake doesn't take over for driving instead letting Marc stay in command of the body. You have no clue how long the boys will be in your life but since they seem close to Layla it wouldn't hurt to look into DID after everything gets back to some form of normalcy. It could help you understand the trio a little better and make sure you aren't sticking your foot in your mouth around them constantly, that would be embarrassing.

You notice Marc waits for you and Layla to put your seat-belts on before he starts the car, unlike Jake who would start the car the moment he got in but refused to move until seat-belts were secured.

Marc turns to face you, Layla makes a similar move in the passenger's seat to stare back at you. It's a bit disconcerting and makes you feel like you're being taken about under a microscope. Sweat builds in the palms of your hands and your stomach feels like it's taken up macrame.

“Ok, look we've been trying it your way since we stepped foot off the plane – and to be honest we're getting no where.” Marc speaks unknowingly breaking you from the build up of an anxiety attack. Distracting you from the twisting and twirling of your stomach.

You just offer a mute nod at his pause, not sure if he wants you to speak or just listen.

Sighing he continues, “We need to think of an actual game plan. Something more than aimlessly searching in possible areas. It's taking way too long – especially the way we're going about it now; it could be too late when we do find him. He's what seven? I don't know many kids who can be out on the street for days on end without any sort of help or being nabbed.”

“I don't know what you're expecting from me. This is literally the only idea I've had.” you jump to your defense.

“Well,” Layla speaks up with a thoughtful look on her face, “you said you had a few other crime fighting friends. Could they help?”

It's a good suggestion and an earnest one but you'd be giving up a lot of identities if you did get more heroes involved. You bite your lip and find a loose thread to play with on your jeans. This was the problem with having vigilantes in your corner, even when you got some of them together for a common goal things were bound to get messy. Personalities and morals tend to clash at some point and it's a security issue to have so many people know what face to put with the name.

“I can't out them like that, or you two for that matter. A lot of them would be able to pin Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight on to the two of you the second you showed your masked faces.”

“Listen, you don't need to give us names or home addresses. Call them, send a text. Anything to get the word out for more eyes looking for this kid.” Marc's response comes off a little rough but you can tell he's trying to be reassuring.

You pull out your phone, “Nice idea and all but my phone's still dead.” you make a show of pushing the on button.

Layla turns back around with a frown. Her brown eyes skim the below street before landing on a corner store. She barely utters out 'wait here' before she's sprinting to it leaving you and Marc in the car.

“Layla!” Marc tries to get her attention but she's a woman on a mission.

He slumps in his seat and closes his eyes as the bridge of his nose wrinkles up. You watch silently from the rear view mirror. A familiar feeling eating away at you.

You can't help but sigh as you think about what just took place in Nelson and Murdock. You really don't think a lot of things through and act recklessly. This past week alone you made Foggy and probably Matt worry, forced an added responsibility onto Peter, and got Layla and the system wrapped up in this time traveler hunt. Marc especially; the man had to deal with getting bullied in his own body by his patron of sorts. It's understandable that he's so frustrated, and he is right about the search and how it's going. You aren't too proud to admit you don't know what you're doing.

“Hey Marc,” he glances up into the mirror to lock eyes with you, it nearly makes you loose your nerve but after a moment you continue after breaking eye contact, “Sorry for dragging you guys into this. I'm not really sure what to do in this situation. I may be on good terms with a few vigilantes but...I've never been on this side of the mission before. As soon as we find the kid you don't have to stick around. I know what Khonshu said but future me only said I needed Layla's help finding the kid not sending him home.”

When your eyes lock again you see that the stern look in his eyes had softened a bit, the crease in his forehead and nose were gone. The man in the driver's seat was still tense but he looked like he wasn't as stressed as a moment before.

He doesn't say anything though and you're both left in comfortable silence as you wait for Layla to return. It isn't a long wait though and she returns with a car charger in hand.

“Here give me your phone, I figured that mini mart down there would have even a crappy portable charger for us to use.” you hand over your phone easily and she plugs it in.

Once everyone's buckled up again, Marc drives out to the library.

“Hell's kitchen more like Hell's parking lot. Where the fuck do you even go – what's that guy doing...is that even legal?!” Marc's been ranting for three minutes on the lack of parking, you really want to suggest he let Jake take control since he hadn't had an issue – though if you're being fair Jake had a parking garage near the firm. So instead you keep your mouth shut.

“Marc look to the right, what about there – think it's a spot?”

Your eyes land on the section Layla's talking about, it's an open area near a cafe on the other side of the street. By the time you spin around to get to it, it'll be taken.

“Nah, just keep straight we've gotta hit something on this side at some point.”

“How the hell do you live here?” you just shake your head before going back to your phone and texting Matt.

Marc's eyes are focused on the road and scanning the area like a hawk for any opening. Actively cursing Jake out for his stupid idea to rent a car in a city where parking isn't always available; when a flash of tan and orange catches his eye. A fluffy tabby just sitting proud and tall on the black top near the edge of the side walk. The cat looked like it was waiting for something and no one seemed to notice it. One thing Marc did notice was the spot it was in was large enough for the van to pull into. Hoping the cat wouldn't have a fearless attitude and would move on once the car came near he made move to take the spot.

The cat elegantly stood up and hopped onto the side walk and sat patiently staring up into the windows. Layla having seen the whole thing eyes the cat carefully and didn't make any moves to get out of the car.

“Is it me or it that cat...waiting for something?” she asks not taking her eyes off the long haired tabby.

“It's still over there?” Marc asks as he unbuckles his seat-belt and tries to crane his neck to see over her window.

Looking up from your phone you notice the cat.

“Oh don't worry, that's Horus, he's like the library's pet. Probably hunting for someone to let him back in. Foot traffic's slow this time of day.” you scoot towards the right hand door and step out.

You catch Steven's mirthful musing of 'a cat named after a bird and god of the sky', just before you step fully out of the van. The second you're out Horus comes over brushing up against your legs and cooing up at you. You squat down as Layla and Marc get out and come up to the two of you. Upon seeing the new arrivals Horus goes right on up to Layla and brushed up against her without even sniffing. She passes the vibe check, honestly it's hard to fail a Horus vibe check – you've only seen it happen a few times. Made sure to stay clear of those few.

“Aww he's cute. He just lives at the library?” Layla asks scratching the top of his head and looking at you.

“Pretty much. His decision. We've tried to take him home a few times but he's thrown genuine hissy fits when taken away from the area, or even brought into one of those apartments about three blocks back.” The cat didn't have a mean bone in his body but the second you tried taking him way from the library he turned down right feral.

Marc's hands ball up at his sides and twitch occasionally as he unclenches and clenches his fists. He stiffens when Horus locks on to him and walks away from you and Layla to rub all over Marc's jeans. You smile knowingly because Horus is known for finding cat lovers and milking all the attention he can get. It's always a treat to see how fast big tough grizzly men fall to the feet of the overly friendly cat. Meanwhile Layla is surprised to see just how friendly the cat is with Marc, she knows most animals have a weird reaction to the system. It's the main reason Steven keeps a goldfish, despite suspecting all three men have a love for cats.

But watching the man now even he was surprised at the cat currently loving all on him. You however took his shock as nerves. “Don't worry he's super friendly. He normally does this when he wants to be held. Just pick him up like you would burp a baby. He'll be in heaven.”

Marc opens his mouth to say something before his jaw clicks shut and he goes stiff before swooping in and picking up Horus, just like you said to. His hand even went behind the cat's ears and began giving them a good scratching. Horus of course ate up all the attention and was purring up a storm, just watching the two left you grinning. You loved this cat dearly and would never get tired of watching him shamelessly beg for affection.

Layla was also left smiling knowing that the system was probably having the time of their lives. She'd have snagged a picture if she knew Marc or Jake wouldn't ruin the moment after she got caught.

When Marc spent a few minutes longer than anyone else would spend holding Horus you figured all the men were taking their turns with the cat. A cat who certainly didn't mind all the attention, furthering your belief that he is a ragdoll mix of some sort. But you were still technically on a mission and needed to move things along.

“Alright let's get a move on, Horus wants in the library so you can just keep holding him till one of you gets tired with this arrangement you've got. Fair warning Horus never gets tired.” the small tease you threw in was so worth it to see the way those brown eyes lit up and glittered with excitement.

It was a pure unadulterated joy that shone through and it warmed your chest to see, the added endearment of Horus purring so loudly was nearly drowning you in a wave of unending cuteness. The scene so sweet you were sure to be left with a mouth full of cavities, your molars practically tingled at the thought.

This time you held the door open for Layla and Marc who was still holding Horus. Stepping through the door you took out you phone to check if Matt replied yet. Though it was useless to check when a soft muted tapping sound reached your ears. Barely glancing up you spot Matt on his way over to the three of you. Layla noticing his approach and thinking you were too involved with your phone to notice the blind man walking towards you gently grasp your arm and guides you off to the side of the entrance. You send a small questioning glance her way, confused by her actions, before Matt gets close enough to tap the end of his cane with your shoe. He does it a few more times, like he always did; you think he just does it to get a laugh out of you.

It doesn't fail to make you smile, your head snapping and shaking a little at a stim from the sudden burst of excitement. Even though he can't see your reaction when he hears the small laugh that leaves you he smiles.

Such a dork.

“There you are, I'd ask what took so long but I can hear someone's powered up Horus.” Matt says bringing his cane back up.

“Yea, we got jumped the second we stepped out of the car.” you pause before starting in on the introductions, “Oh, by the way these are my new friends Layla,”

She takes your pause as her cue to speak, “Hello, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, sorry you've been dragged around by this one.” he taps you again with his cane, then sticks his hand out for her to shake.

“It's certainly been...an experience. Also this is Marc, his hands are full at the moment.” she says taking Matt's hand.

When Marc doesn't say anything you look over, a little nervous that he may not be the one fronting at the moment. You aren't sure who's fronting at the moment, their focus is entirely on the cat in their arms.

Looking back to Matt you can see the wrinkling of his forehead, he must have heard the tremor of anxiety in your heartbeat. Or did he hear some sort of internal shift with the system, did each man have a different heartbeat? It wouldn't be too strange if they all breathed differently, that may be more plausible than a change in heartbeat.

“Sorry seems he's preoccupied with Horus, you know how it is.” you joke, trying to seem like you aren't worried but you can never fool Matt.

A part of you wonders if you should have prepared them for meeting Matt; though you trust Matt to not say anything hell the man knows all heroes in the city and their identities and has never uttered a word to Foggy or you – the one who at least knows three mutual acquaintances of his. But right now you aren't sure if Matt is even able to tell of a shift in the system, or if it's something else he's concerned about. You aren't too personable so it isn't often you're found traveling with strangers. And who knows what Foggy may have told him.

Keeping information from your friends really hurts your head. It'd be so much simpler if everyone knew the vigilante thing and the DID thing but none of those tidbits of information are yours to share, so hidden they stay. Navigating the social structure of who'll be mad when everything inevitably comes out is so tedious and is starting to make you more than a little queasy.

“Can't blame him, Horus is a charmer.”

It may be you projecting but the way Matt says him makes you suspect he already knows. When will this man figure out he's not gonna get away with everything just because he's blind, there's only so many times 'just a hunch' will work for him. Matt's like the worst liar you know; it's really surprising Spiderman and Deadpool haven't figured out who he is yet...it's a bit obvious with the context.

“Oh and here I thought I was special.” Marc sasses the tabby to only get a head bonk in return.

Your lung feel like they can work properly again.

Marc smiles at the cat before putting him down on the floor, trying to get back on track. Only for Horus to keep demanding his attention by rubbing between his legs whilst purring like a little steam engine and flopping over exposing his belly. Tempting Marc in for more pets.

Marc has to stay strong, no matter how much Jake begs to pet the cat one more time.

'It's never just one more, with you and a cat Jake.'

'Bitch.'

Marc greets Matt, eyes raking over the other man, locking onto his cane and giving a side glance towards you for a moment. Your poker face is decent but your eyes show you're nervous clearly.

Matt's head tilts to the side ear closest to you turned slightly higher with a small twitch as he picks up the increase pulsing of your heartbeat. He suspects you may have said a few things that just didn't add to your new companions.

“I think you'd like to know I nearly tripped on a misplaced book coming to meet you.”

Breaking you from your spiral you can only groan out, “Parker?”

Matt chuckles, “Probably, semester just started after all. I assume that's why you divvied up the house sitting.” Matt of course catches the way Layla's breath evens out and tension leaves Marc.

You mutely nod before answering, “Yea, that and the kid needs the money, he's too proud to take it without working.” you sigh before asking, “Science section?”

“Surprisingly.” Matt chuckles lifting his hand out in front of him again.

You easily guide it to your elbow for him to grasp and say, “Come on then.” Layla and Marc follow close behind.

Once you get to the aforementioned section you just have to follow the trail of chaos towards an isle that reveals the disheveled brunette.

“Peter Parker, you are aware we have tables, right? And please at least put back the books when you're done skimming. I've lost track of how many times I've told you this.” you sigh looking at his mess. A mix of workbooks, textbooks, notebooks, two library issued ipads and library books strewn about haphazardly.

“He-hey, you're back, that was quick. Wha – no when'd you get tables here, fancy.” he whistles out the last word but it dies down as he sees your unamused expression.

“C'mon no one comes down these isles we both know that, plus I'm still using these see – marked my place in those.” he gestures to a couple of books by your feet and you can see the cheap pale sticky notes marking various spots in the books.

Your shoulders relax as you look at the man just a few years younger than yourself. Hair a mess, clothes wrinkled with crumbs of his morning bodega breakfast sandwich still on them. You know school's been far from rough for the kid despite going through his second semester of college alone and his extra circulars. All this studying is for his own personal projects, he's been trying his hardest to follow in his mentor's footsteps. It breaks your heart because the kid could've had so much better, could be doing bigger better projects had things gone a little differently. Had they actually been worked out.

Sighing you hold out the hand that wasn't attached to the arm Matt was holding, “Gimme your phone, I still owe you for babysitting. How was he?” Peter's hazel eyes look at you with confusion, you normally lecture him a bit more so the sudden change is a bit jarring but he's not about to complain. Handing you his phone without question you open it to your account to transfer a little more than what you promised him for watching your bird. Before closing out and handing it back to him.

“Oh yea, no, he was fine. Was kind of a shock to find him just like in the middle of your apartment though. Really freaked me out, was not expecting that you know, a warning woulda been nice.”

You snort a bit, Coo had been messing with the lock of his cage for a few weeks now so of course he'd finally pick it when you were gone. Looks like you'll have to switch his lock, again.

“Honestly thought it was weird you hadn't just taken him with you, but we figured things out eventually. He's very smart and pretty independent which has been fantastic – don't get me wrong though I still left him with May when I went to class. Also she's gonna have several questions for you next time she sees you.”

You raise an eyebrow at that, “Peter you didn't have to do all that, I'm sure he would've been fine on his own for a bit. Is he with May now, I can probably swing by and pick him up later tonight...maybe I have some things to take care of still – so like technically not back yet.:

Peter blinks owlishly at you before his face contorts into a confused shock, “uuhm – now I have several concerns. But no he's not with May. I thought he could use sometime out of the apartment and brought him out here with me. “

“Like to the library?” he nods confused by your confusion, “Peter, why would you bring a pigeon into the library?”

It takes a moment for Peter to respond, his brain slowly catching up to the train you'd just been on, before dropping the bomb.

“I – are you talking about Coo? I was suppose to be watching your bird?!”

When it sunk in that Peter hadn't been talking about Coo you took off. Leaving the group behind without a single word. Matt had felt the shift in your muscles just before you ran and had let go, not wanting to get dragged down in your haste or slow you down. Peter scrambled to get off the floor and to follow after you, and while Layla had taken the time to guide Matt, Marc was running close behind you. Not wanting to loose sight in case something happened.

The library was fairly large and the children's section was on the second floor so you'd had to run up a flight of stairs. He had been right under your noses for a full twenty minutes and you weren't about to loose him. Though it was frustrating to know that he'd just been with the Parkers for the past few days you were relieved to know he hadn't been in any danger. Stars knew the crimes May would commit to keep a child safe, and a child she deemed family even more so.

Speeding to the children's section you round the decorative archways, letter blocks with open books tilted on to a tip, to find the small isles empty. The stage bare and quiet, it was a school day in the middle of fall so it wasn't unusual. As you stepped further inside and checked the homework station you still turned up empty. It was when you passed on of the smaller reading nooks, meant on for a single kid, that you spotted him.

In your rush you'd almost flown by him, your sudden stop almost had Marc careen into you. When he caught your line of sight he froze. There he was tucked into the reading nook, all cozy in his red and blue windbreaker that matched the primary colored walls surrounding him. But his warm toned golden skin and dark curls stuck out to you.

You took in every aspect of him that you could, you had never seen this child before and you worked near exclusively in this department of the library for the last three years. From the moment you saw the concentrated look on his face as he read you felt as if you'd known him forever. There was a stinging behind your eyes and a weight in your chest – you'd been detached from this mission until this moment. Everything was hitting you all at once, it finally felt real and you felt acutely aware of the world actively spinning around you the moment his large brown eyes met yours.

His eyes widening at your sudden appearance, book forgotten as it threatened to slip out of his hands, but he made no move to move or say anything. A growing fear was visible on his face as his eyes flickered between the two of you, an anxiety that was eating away at him with every passing second that you stayed quiet. You could see it in the way he curled into himself to make himself smaller.

It all washed away when you whispered a single word, a name.

“Mateo.”

His reaction was instant, as he leapt off the seat and ran towards you. Tears budding and spilling out of his eyes as he ran into your arms and wept. For you it had been a few days of knowing about and searching for a future you didn't know for him it'd been the first time he'd seen a parent in days, it didn't matter to him that you didn't actually know him yet – all that mattered was you were here. You meant safety and comfort to him, and soon he'd be back home in his own time.

By the time Layla, Matt, and Peter arrived to this hidden little corner they were met with you gently swaying side to side with a crying child buried deep in your arms. An anxious and faint looking Steven standing awkwardly to the side, who kept stealing glances at you and the child before swallowing hard and looking at anything else. Only to steal more glances every few seconds.

“Is this a bad time to bring up that your pigeon did bite me?”

#The moon and the stars #moon knight fanfic #Marcspector/reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector/reader #Steven Grant/Reader #steven grant x reader #JakeLockley/Reader #jake lockley/reader #jake lockley x reader #accidental child acquisition #Moonknightfanfic #moonknight fanfic #autistic reader insert #autistic system #autisitic jake lockley #autistic steven grant #autistic marc spector

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axolotlicepop · 1 year

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Ok so i really like rottmnt, but i unfortunately only draw humans (and only recently started trying to draw mutants), which isn't too much of a problem, but it meant i drew human versions of the rise crew before i drew them in their full turtle glory. And with drawing them as humans, i came up with some bits of a story idea!

I've mostly just come up with the backstories and have some ideas for their growth as the story would progress, but it's been a while since I've even thought abt this au so it's highly unlikely I'll come up with much more of it.

Anyway! Basically the story ideas started as a "how would lou jitsu have four kids, only a couple years apart but also still have the vibe of being different species like in the show?". The answer? Different moms. That's right ladies and gentlemen, lou jitsu had a hoe phase in my au!

Lou doesn't know abt 3 of his sons (he knows abt mikey), but they all end up under his care for different reasons (which is where the story would start if it was an actual written story and not just random ideas mashed together).

I also feel like i need to warn ppl I'm a HUGE leo fan so most of my stories/ aus are focused on him or his parts are the most thought out.

Here's the actual background ideas:

Mikey:

Mikey never met his mom. She and lou were engaged and super happy when they found out she was pregnant. Unfortunately she died in childbirth. Lou did pretty well with dealing with his loss and becoming a new dad, but it was hard. Mikey did his best to cheer up his dad every chance he could, and even tried to cook for him! Everything was starting to get a bit better when all of the sudden, he has three new siblings. His father starts to spiril back into his depression. If Miley's being honest he's a little miffed that his new siblings made his dad worse, but he also doesn't understand why he's not just as happy as mikey is. Even so, he takes it upon himself to help everyone in his now much bigger family.

He's Lou's favorite, even if he doesn't mean to have favorites.

Mikey's mom was a tattoo artist and met Lou on a blind date. She has never had the same hair color for more than a month and loves bright colors. She's spunky and adventurous, mikey takes a lot after her, which is bittersweet for Lou.

Raph:

His mom was Lou's ex. They end up meeting a few years after they break up and have a fling. She's still in love with him, but he isn't. When she finds out she's pregnant she's kind of happy. She keeps the baby and tells him all about his amazing father. Years later she's sick and in the hospital. She calls Lou and asks him to help take care of her son. He agrees. Somehow the news gets out and soon after he has two women claiming he fathered their children... and they were telling the truth. He can't say yes to taking care of one child and not the others, that's bad for his image as a movie star and he can't bring himself to do it because of his morals, so he agrees.

Raph's mom isn't dead, but has been in the hospital for almost a year how and still can't take care of him.

Raph idolizes Lou and tries to be strong just like him. He's excited to learn he has younger siblings. He doesn't get why leo and donnie dont like being here, after all they're with the best man in the world! Lou gets depressed though, and raph won't lie, his opion on him changed. So raph does his best to be strong for his whole family, just like his idol from the movies! Even if he's different in real life.

Donnie:

Donnie's mom ran away from home senior year of highschool. She's very poor and lives in homeless shelters. She works all the time and drinks to cope. She and lou have one-night-stand and she can't afford abortion. She has the baby (she tries and fails to kill baby w/out hurting herself) and abandons him. She hears abt two women claiming lou jitsu is the father of their kids. She instantly recognizes him and forms a plan. She reclaims donnie, claiming she'd lost him and guilt trips lou into taking care of donnie and sending her money as compensation. She then leaves again.

Donnie hates his mother, and has a lot of trust issues. He's closed off and it takes a long time for him to open up. He's taken to playing by himself and tinkering around with whatever is in the house.

One of his foster parents had been a professor and gotten him interested in learing engineering and science.

Born the same day as leo (TWINS)

Leo:

Leo's mom is a new actress. She starts in cheesy flics, some of which being Lou jitsu's films. They get drunk at a cast party and they end up sleeping together. Later she finds out she's pregnant, but tries to play it off as her boyfriend's, but her sister (who also likes her bf and is very jealous of her) shows her bf evidence of her cheating. He leaves Leo's mom durring her 3rd trimester. Leo's mom is depressed and blames Lou and Leo by extension for her loss. She eventually turns to drugs and alcohol and neglects leo. He is mostly taken care of my nannys. He tries to be a good boy at first, but finds out acting out gets his mom's attention. This leads to him getting different nannies all the time. Eventually his mom gets so stressed and upset she overdoses. She doesn't die, but is seen as unfit to care for leo and taken away. His mom refuses to let him go into foster care or let her sister steal her baby away from her, so she tells them he's Lou jitsu's son.

Many of Leo's interactions with his mom when he lived with her were public appearances. She fussed over his looks and then just dragged him along to show off to all the other celebrities.

Here's a bit I'm a little stuck on what sex leo is born as, or if he's just intersex. It's not super important. The reason i bring it up is because no matter what, his mom raises him as a girl. Basically treats him as her own "mini-me" (think Nagisa from Assassanation Classroom). He's also going to be a trans man for this reason.

Leo is very protective of his mom and idolizes her. He tries to be just like her (especially the characters she plays in movies) as he grows up. He's obsessed with looks and is always looking for attention, even if it's negative.

Leo doesn't want to leave his mom, and acts out in hopes that, like is nannies, if he was bad enough he'd be brought back to his mom. It doesn't work though. After about a year or two his mom starts to visit him sometimes, only four times a year, since she's still unstable. But it helps.

He's very sensitive to drugs biologically and is at a high risk of getting addicted to most recreational drugs, so he needs to be careful.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #human au #rise raph #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise leo #fanart

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jubileebloom · 1 year

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MLP FIM Season 1 Reimagined: Episode 2

"Welcome to Ponyville"

A sunny morning in Canterlot. Twilight and Spike are in a train station with their luggage, and Shining Armor, Night Light, and Twilight Velvet are all saying their goodbyes and wishing them well. They get on the train and set off for Ponyville. (Yes, I know it was a chariot with Royal Guard pegasi originally but I like this better.) Cut to Spike excitedly staring out the window at the scenery, wondering aloud what Ponyville will be like, with Twilight nodding along and "mm-hmm"-ing while very much not paying attention to what Spike is saying because she has her nose buried in a book. Spike notices this and throws in a "maybe the pegasi make it rain lemonade and cherry pies every other Thursday," and Twilight gives the same "mm-hmm," met with a disgruntled Spike who swipes her book from her magical hold.

Spike: "You aren't listening to a word I say, are ya?"

Twilight: "I'm sorry, Spike, I'm just trying to find all I can on this Nightmare Moon pony. Princess Celestia says she's prepared, and it's not that I don't trust her, I'm just worried because she didn't seem worried and this feels like something to be worried about and I-"

Spike: "You worry about everything! C'mon, there's still more than half a year before the next Summer Sun Celebration."

Twilight: "That's less than one full year! Do you know how much time it takes to prepare for these sorts of things?"

Spike: "Do you? Have you ever done this before?"

Twilight: "Well… no, but I'd rather be safe than sorry!"

Spike: "Why don't you worry about what the Princess assigned you, and once you start on that, you can go back to doom-reading. Deal?"

Twilight sighs, but agrees. "Deal."

They go back to wondering what Ponyville will be like as the camera cuts to a shot of the train from the outside, eventually panning up and out to show Ponyville in the distance. Cue theme song.

(A/N: I'm not always going to write out dialogue nor do I think of dialogue I write as being absolutely concrete in this AU but I'll have ideas for it sometimes.)

Twilight and Spike get off the train at the Ponyville station, and are immediately greeted by the former librarian, Quiet Quill, who's there to bring Twilight to the library.

(Middling quality drawing of Quiet Quill.)

They walk over to the Golden Oak Library and Twilight happily looks through the book selection. Quiet Quill mentions that there's a room prepared for them upstairs, and then says she'll show them around town, since Twilight and Spike are new here. Twilight is hesitant, but Spike is eager to get to know Ponyville and at his insistence, Twilight agrees to come along.

After stepping out of the library, Quiet Quill turns to greet Pinkie Pie, who greets her back before looking at Twilight, gasping loudly, and running off. Twilight seems baffled by this interaction, but Quill has already moved on and is explaining some of the history of Ponyville. Twilight and Spike continue to follow her, a bit weirded out but nonetheless continuing.

What follows is much like the original first episode of the show. Quiet Quill takes them to visit Sweet Apple Acres, where Applejack and her family is introduced as everypony is getting ready for the Apple Family Reunion, and Applejack insists on sharing some of her family's delicious apple treats, which Twilight eventually agrees to. They then return to the main part of Ponyville and we get to see some background ponies. Definitely Cheerilee and Mayor Mare, and maybe some other more prominent background ponies like Lyra and Bonbon or Derpy. At some point, Rainbow Dash zooms overhead, nearly knocking into Twilight. Rainbow quickly comes back and apologizes, and while Twilight is a little miffed, she's also impressed by Rainbow's speed and dexterity. Dash brags that she's the best flyer in all of Ponyville, and bets Twilight that she can clear all the clouds in the sky in ten seconds flat, which she does. After saying goodbye to Rainbow, they eventually meet Rarity at her boutique, who immediately starts fawning over Twilight after hearing that she's from Canterlot. Afterward, Quiet Quill says she's introduced Twilight to all the key ponies of Ponyville and to go to them if she needs anything, and excuses herself to finish packing for her move to another town to be with her family. On the way back to the Golden Oak Library, they overhear Fluttershy singing with a chorus of birds and attempt to say hi, but Fluttershy goes quiet and doesn't say anything understandable until she notices Spike. She joins the two on the way back to the library, only really talking to Spike the whole way, until they reach the library and Twilight bids Fluttershy a forced goodbye.

Twilight is happy to be back at the library and away from all the other ponies, but Pinkie Pie has returned with a crowd to throw Twilight a "welcome to Ponyville" party, complete with Pinkie talking at her very fast about how she realized that Twilight was new and absolutely had to throw her a party. She tries to be polite and stay at the party at first, but eventually loses her temper and tells Pinkie to leave and that libraries shouldn't be loud. She then goes upstairs, and Spike apologizes on her behalf, saying that he'd love to go to another one of Pinkie's parties at some point, which seems to cheer her up a bit.

Spike follows Twilight upstairs, finding her staring out of her window at the newly-risen moon. Twilight reiterates that Nightmare Moon is her main concern, and she doesn't know why Princess Celestia had barely talked about it. Spike just says that they both need to get some sleep, and that Twilight can go back to worrying in the morning. Reluctantly, Twilight goes to bed, with a bit of tossing and turning and monologuing about her anxieties after Spike has fallen asleep.

Cut to next morning, at the crack of dawn, with Twilight walking downstairs and to the front door of the library. Spike follows her, half asleep, and asks her what she's up to. Twilight opens the door, and then admits she doesn't really know what she's doing. She looks out at the view of Ponyville from the front door, and Spike comments that this is going to be home for a while, so they might as well settle in. Twilight argues that the ponies of this town are "simply too ridiculous," to which Spike reminds Twilight of Princess Celestia's assignment and says that maybe there's something she needs to learn from them. "What could I possibly learn from ponies like these?" Twilight says, as the camera shows the view of Ponyville in the sunrise. The sunlight fills the screen, cue end credits.

#My Little Pony: Nightmare Finale #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4 #alternate universe #writing #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #art #odina actually continuing something she started???? unheard of

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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Mr. Gallagher and Me

Jim (The Delinquent Season) x Reader

A/n- I gave him a last name cause this story doesn't work without one lol

Prologue

Jim, a lecturer at Trinity College Dublin, has his initial introduction with his new T.A, Y/n.

September Working from home had become too much of a bore, that was why he’d jumped at the offer from the university. It was an opportunity to get out of his apartment and tear his tired eyes away from the computer, meet new people and distract himself from the shambles of his personal life. His kids were getting older and they needed him significantly less, Danielle had remarried, he and Orla had recently called it quits after two years together and Yvonne…..well he didn’t even want to think about her. Even if part of him did still love her, the part that was still clinging to the embers of something so beautiful that he’d single-handedly wrecked havoc on his marriage for it. But that was over, Jim was sure to remind himself of it as often as he could.

And when he wasn’t doing that or moping about a prematurely empty nest- a consequence of having split custody of teenagers- Jim was grading papers and planning lessons. At least then he was doing something productive. And he didn’t hate it, so that was great too.

Being a lecturer at the economics department at Trinity College Dublin had actually been much better than he’d anticipated; the faculty had been warm and welcoming, the students were mostly engaged and eager and the salary was hardly anything to complain about. Sure, the days were much longer when compared to his previous job, and returning to bed in the middle of the day had been taken off the table, but that might have been more of a blessing than a curse.

“Jim,” someone, the head of department he’d realized upon lifting his absent gaze, tapped the table to draw his waning attention, “With us?”

“Uh,” clearing his throat, he sat up and collected his glasses off the spot near his sleeping iPad, “Yeah, sorry, I was just…..never mind,” he dismissed, ‘What were you saying?” He, along with the rest of the department had gathered for the staff meeting that was typically held at the beginning of the first semester; the one where course specifics like the weighting of assessments and timetables were approved.

“I was saying that you’ve been here for two years, it’s time for you to start supervising postgraduate students.” Of course, he’d been teaching grad school courses, but supervising candidates, that was something else entirely and Jim wasn’t yet quite sure of how he felt about it

“Yeah, right,” he nodded despite his suppressed reservations, licking his lips, “I uh…I agree.”

“Great, you’ll also have a TA assigned to some of your courses,” Nadia, the department’s head smiled politely as she elaborated, “The influx of TA applications has been pretty small this year, much smaller than usual,” she seemed a little miffed by the fact, persisting with the twinge of annoyance laced in her words, “But I guess that’s expected, the pay isn’t very attractive,” she admitted, quickly shaking off her rambles as she proceeded, “So this year, I’ve decided to do things a little differently, one member of our faculty gets to work with one TA, I’ve taken the liberty of doing the assignments myself. If everyone checks their email you’ll see the applications of your new TA.”

A soft grumble ran through the small conference room, though, Jim hadn’t bothered to join in, much more inclined to check his inbox, giving the last incoming message a gentle tap with his pointer. The file attached, as promised, had opened up to the application of his new TA; a young woman in her mid twenties, enrolled in the two year program. Her picture proved that she was perhaps a lot more beautiful than he thought was appropriate to admit and after another handful of minutes, when he was through with skimming her research proposal he found maybe, just maybe, she seemed a lot more intelligent that the rest of the staff had given TAs credit for.

Y/n Y/l/n, if she was anything like her application suggested, his first time as a supervisor wouldn’t have been as bad as he’d been expected to believe after all.

Two Weeks Later. "Maybe you'll finally get to live out that kinky little fantasy of yours," Elaine teased from her end, the mirth in her tone proving that her words were nothing more than a joke between dear friends.

Playfully, even if her friend couldn't see it, Y/n rolled her eyes, "Yeah? And get myself and the poor guy kicked out of the university? No thank you," she was walking along the path that led to a building where the offices of the economics department were housed, free hand clutching the leather strap of her stylish tote and steps soft on the worn, concrete pathway.

"Who says anyone has to get kicked out?" Elaine continued, "No one has to know. Come on," she enticed, and Y/n swore she could see the wickedness in her friend's eyes, even if they were oceans and continents apart, "He's so hot."

They were talking about her new supervisor, the one she was having her first meeting with that very morning, "He could be so married," men that age, especially the ones with commendable careers and half decent personalities, usually were.

She heard Elaine scoff, "As if that's ever stopped anyone," and at the comment, Y/n chuckled. Upon entry, through the double glass doors, a blast of cold air sent a chill down her spine adding to autumn's already nippy temperature and Y/n tugged her coat closed. Despite her earlier jokes, her friend, the same one who'd pushed her to apply to the university and move a thousand miles away from San Francisco, sighed and her next words reflected a more somber tone, "Look, I just want you to have some fun, you know? Forget about…..he who shall not be named. Doesn't have to be with your hot supervisor, just…..anyone. Get out there, meet someone. Make a friend-"

"I have a friend," Y/n cut her off, referring to a map of the building mounted to the wall near the elevator. According to the email she'd gotten, her supervisor's office was on the fourth floor, a couple doors down from the department's main office, so all she had to do was find the department’s main office on that very confusing map. “We shared an apartment for four years and she’s always in my closet but it's fine, I love her anyway.”

“I don’t count,” Elaine countered, quickly correcting herself, “Well, I do count, obviously. I’m your best friend. But, as much as I’d love to have wine with you over FaceTime every night, I can’t show you Dublin from here and you didn’t travel all the way there just to stay home every night.”

“Ugh,” Y/n huffed, stepping into the elevator and pushing the appropriate button. The reception wasn’t the greatest from in there, but it was still good enough for her to continue the conversation, “Fine….maybe it would be nice to….” She thought about everything she’d read on the region, “Go to that literary pub crawl I read about. That could be fun.”

“It could be,” Elaine agreed, and the cool reflective doors were just sliding open so Y/n could step out onto the fourth floor, the flat heel of her black, ballet pump muting her footfalls on the worn tiles as she made her way down the hall, “Now all you have to do is make a friend…..maybe something more, who knows, and ask them to go with you.”

Y/n sighed again, shaking her head at Elaine’s obvious persistence, “I'll try,” she smiled faintly, stopping in front of a door marked simply with a brass name plate reading, "Jim Gallagher." "I gotta go El, I'm in front of his office."

"Oh, professor hottie," Elaine teased, re-assuming her typical lighthearted wickedness.

"Mr. Gallagher," Y/n corrected firmly, "I'll call you….." For a moment, Y/n contemplated the time difference, deciding that by the time she got home, Elaine would probably still be in bed, “Tomorrow?”

Elaine laughed, “Alright well, have fun and good luck on your first day!” A couple goodbyes later were met with Y/n hanging up and slipping her phone into her bag before bringing her fist to the sturdy oak door in three short knocks.

It took a minute, though not a second more, before a baritone was permeating the aged wood, beckoning Y/n inside, “It’s open, come in.”

Suddenly, the nerves that had formerly been well suppressed crept up on Y/n, settling in her stomach right as she was taking the cool silver handle in her unsteady grip. Even if she and Elaine had joked about how hot he was, she was finding it difficult to find that misplaced ease there. What if they didn’t get along? What if she was a terrible TA? What if packing up and moving countries wasn’t a good idea?

But it was too late to second guess the whole thing anyway.

Exhaling audibly, she turned the knob, peering inside curiously before even extending a foot past the threshold. At the sound of the door, the man behind the desk lifted his head, easing his glasses off and setting them on the keyboard of his laptop. Besides the sleek, neat looking device, his desk was littered with haphazardly packed files, pages spilling out from the sides on one end and what seemed to be graded scripts- presumably from summer school- on the other while a coffee mug and other academic paraphernalia were scattered amongst it. “Ah!” his face lit up in recognition, “Ms. Y/l/n, yes?”

“Yes,” Y/n nodded vigorously, “The new-”

“TA, I remember,” he managed a half smile, quite a charming look on his tired features. “Come in,” he ushered Y/n inside with a wave of his hand, standing upon her entry. He didn’t quite look like a lecturer she thought, at least, not anything like the ones at the university she’d attended before. He didn’t wear a tie or expensive blazer, appearing to have switched out simple suits for a ruggedly gorgeous sweater, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and dark slacks.

He didn’t introduce himself immediately, opting to pause, just for a handful of seconds and Y/n was enormously grateful because she was sure that if she’d even attempted any words right in that very moment, her first impression might have been that of an idiot. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have likened those minutes to one of those perfectly crafted cinematic moments out of a rom-com. A meet cute, at least, according to Buzzfeed.

And it didn’t help that Jim…..Mr. Gallagher was far more attractive than his staff profile on the school’s website had suggested- and it had suggested quite a bit.

“Uh….” He appeared to shake off whatever thoughts he’d been having, and Y/n had been too busy staring that she’d barely registered what his former expression might have meant. “Jim Gallagher,” he hastily offered his left hand.

Sucking in a breath and proceeding to clamp down on the inside of her cheek for a moment, Y/n took his offered hand. It was rough and his grip was firm, “Y/n Y/l/n, um….its nice to meet you,” despite her best efforts, a breathless smile broke her lips just as his persisting touch sent sparks up her spine.

“Yeah,” even after they’d introduced themselves, his hold on her hand continued and it took her loosening clutch for him to joke, “I reckon you’ll want this back.”

“Kind of, yeah,” she laughed softly, feeling her cheeks heat up. When Jim finally let go, Y/n licked her lips as she searched for anything to fill the new stretch of awkward silence. “So, uh-”

“I-” As if things couldn’t get anymore tense, they both started speaking at the same time, though, because Jim was her new boss, she encouraged him to continue first- she had no idea where her own sentence was going anyway. "I’ve read your proposal, twice actually,” he chuckled, “The effect of electronic currencies on the global economy, I’m really excited to work with you on it.”

Again, she felt warmth rush to her face and Y/n laughed anxiously, “Thank you, I’m looking forward to your guidance.” Once again, they lapsed into a bout of silence, though, after a couple of flustered moments, Y/n was the one to break it, “So, the email from Dr. Micheals said that I’d be accompanying you to lectures, setting them up and stuff?”

“Yeah, yeah," Jim nodded, swallowing thickly and slipping his hands into his pockets as he gravitated to his former seat, quickly offering a chair on the other side of his desk to Y/n, who in turn shuffled over to one of the two guest chairs. “You’ll be tutoring and leading discussion sessions, doing some grading and supervising exams, that sort of thing.” As he continued explaining the specifics of the job, the electricity that was evident just minutes earlier started to dissipate, giving way to a more professional environment. Her breath still caught when her eyes occasionally met his oceanic ones, but otherwise, as they settled in, so did the tension, like sand under a running stream.

From the moment they’d sat, Jim had found himself trying- and occasionally failing- to avoid meeting her eyes because every time he did, Jim felt his heart do a little jump. The picture attached to Y/n’s application was a good one, though, it hadn’t truly done her justice and from the moment Jim had met her in person, he’d started having a hard time seeing her as his student. It had been entirely shocking, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been immediately enamored; with his last relationships, it had been slow climbs towards intense attraction but with Y/n, it was like his better sense had gone out the window and at just the sight of her stunning smile, he was smitten.

A crush, that was perhaps word to put meaning to everything that was going on in Jim’s head, which undoubtedly made him feel absolutely ridiculous, not because of how much younger she was, or the fact that she was his underlying but because it had been a good twenty years since he’d had something as juvenile as a crush. He thought he preferred the term infatuation, though, it wasn’t much better because it still meant that just thirty minutes into his first interaction with Y/n he was broaching a possible ethical dilemma.

And of course, she seemed completely oblivious.

With his hands clasped together and settled in his lap, Jim twirled his thumbs around each other as he glazed over her responsibilities, while Y/n remained perched on one of the chairs on the other side of his cluttered desk, bag positioned in her lap and an expression of genuine interest painting her face. By the end of his watered down explanation, Y/n shifted in her seat and Jim asked if she had any questions, “Uh…” She ruminated for a moment, “Just…this all starts next week, right?”

“Right,” Jim nodded.

She appeared to hesitate for a minute before beginning again, “Okay, well maybe if you have some of the course material-”

“Right!” He cut her off, pushing off the back of his chair and leaning forward to shift some things around in the desk. He knew he’d been forgetting something and it was in times like those did Jim wish he was better at actually putting things into the cupboard in his office, most of the time he’d be inclined to just leave exam scripts, coursework essays and everything in between right there on his desk. It usually only served to annoy him, and crowd the space, “I have….here it is!” He declared triumphantly, weaning a file out from under a textbook and offering it to Y/n. “These are our courses for this semester. Timetable, locations, er, assignments, topics we’ll be covering, grading criteria, that kind of thing.” He’d poured hours into preparing it all a week earlier, desperately wanting his first time as a supervisor to go right. “I’ll email you everything else.”

Browsing the impressively detailed file, Y/n smiled, stealing an upwards glance and unwittingly causing their eyes to meet once again. Cue the little jump that he felt all the way in his stomach. “Mr. Gallagher, this is great, thank you,” just after she’d said it, Y/n returned her attention to the folder in her delicate looking hands, adorned with simple pieces of bohemian jewelry.

“Jim,” he corrected before his brain could fully register the thought, and Y/n glanced up again, that time with her brows raised in surprise, “You can call me Jim,” he explained quickly, unsure as to whether or not asking her to do that appropriate, “We’re adults,” he shrugged, thinking he’d chosen probably the most insubstantial reasoning, “It's just easier.”

“Uh-okay,” Y/n stuttered, taken aback, “Jim,” she tested his name on her tongue he couldn’t help his faint smile, “Thanks….for this, I mean,” she held up the folder a little higher.

“No problem…..” Should he call her by her first name? Was the unspoken rule that once you allowed someone to call you by your first name, they’d afforded you the same liberties? Jim didn't know.

Sensing his issue, she interjected, “You can call me Y/n,” she licked her lips as her lashes fluttered, “Adults, right?”

“Right,” Jim determined, allowing the word to be the last thing off his lips. For a while, they stewed in the awkwardness that was a wordless bout between strangers. It took her a while to speak up that time, and Jim was too caught up in his head to make conversation, and he only shook off his thoughts when Y/n finally mustered up the courage to ask if their meeting was over. Flustered, he said it was and apologized for keeping her, an apology which was politely dismissed.

As Y/n stood, Jim did too and in his haste to hurry to get the door for her, they bumped into each other; his chest making contact with her right shoulder. “Sorry,” they apologized in unison, both a little thrown off by the new proximity. “I’ll just…” Jim took the initiative of being the first to move after they’d spent a good thirty seconds like that, side stepping away from Y/n and resuming his brief trek to the door.

When she approached him, Y/n paused, turning so they were facing each other though with about half a foot of space between them. “I guess I’ll see you on Monday, Jim,” she stole a look at him through her thick, dark lashes, and all his clouded mind could do was think about how stunning she looked, just like that.

“Mhm,” he hummed, “See you Monday, Y/n,” foolishly, when she moved to step past the threshold, Jim reached out and offered the center of her back the lightest touch he could manage, ushering her out of his office.

Well that had certainly been a lapse in judgment.

As he’d done it though, Y/n turned and smiled, and Jim could have sworn he caught a deepening hue in her cheeks. Still, that didn’t really cut it as an ethical justification. When she disappeared down the hall and into the elevator, Jim finally shut the door, slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked towards his desk, turning to lean on the lip as he let one lonesome abstraction rattle around;

If he couldn’t leave their first meeting unscathed, how the hell was he going to get through the next two years?

*****

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x you #the delinquent season #jim x reader #jim (the delinquent season)

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BnHA Chapter 302: As the Todoroki Turns

Previously on BnHA:

Today on BnHA: We have a very fun chapter in which (1) Shouto grows up lonely on account of his parents being worried that his siblings will literally try to kill him, (2) Natsu and Fuyu grow up neglected on account of not being special and/or self-destructive enough to attract attention, (3) we get to revisit all of that exciting spousal abuse from chapter 39, and (4) Touya burns to death right on cue, pretty much exactly like we expected it to happen. Thankfully since this is a shounen manga, Horikoshi finds some hope in all this misery as the Todoroki family rallies together, with Shouto getting his long-overdue credit for being a perfect sweet angel who put up with all of this shit for sixteen years and somehow came out of it strong and kind and empathetic and determined. Anyway, so that flashback was a barrel of laughs. But now that it’s over, we can put all of that angst behind us, and move on to... well I guess, probably, more angst. Look, we’re short on variety at the moment. Bear with it.

ouch. we knew this was coming, but still

A+ parenting move there. “ho boy, our eldest just tried to murder our youngest, now what? hmm how about we isolate our youngest from all human contact”

though in their defense, we probably shouldn’t have expected this rabidly strength-obsessed fire man and his wife who was groomed since childhood to obey her family’s whims to have any idea of how to raise stable, well-adjusted offspring

SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS

this is a perfect example of Enji’s tragically self-revolving viewpoint right here. just because being a hero is your entire world doesn’t mean you can just excuse yourself from anything outside of that and act like it’s out of your control. “alas, all I care about is hero stuff and my son can’t be a hero, we are doomed to inhabit two different worlds” no you jackass, it’s called having more than one hobby?? figuring out how to spend some time with your son that doesn’t involve training?? the same exact thing you were telling him to do last week, while ignoring that you’ve never done that yourself in your life??

that said, yet again we have that complexity though because it’s obvious that Enji at least on some level is aware of his own flaws, even though he seems unwilling or unable to confront them. honestly, from what we’ve seen so far, Enji’s obsession with surpassing All Might might be more accurately called an addiction. he literally can’t let go of it even though he’s fully aware of how it’s slowly destroying his life. and so in the same way that a lifelong smoker or alcoholic might tell their child to stay away from cigarettes and booze, Enji tells Touya not to follow down the same path as him, even though he himself doesn’t know how to leave that path. so yes, it’s hypocritical as fuck, but there’s also an element of helplessness there as well because Enji literally doesn’t know how not to be like this

though all the same he sure could stand to put in more than just a token effort. but it is what it is, and we already know how much he’ll come to regret it

and meanwhile Baby Shouto has frozen his sleep bubble with his quirk lmao. so I guess his quirk did come in early. that’s a recipe for chaos right there

once again Shouto is ruining every single dramatic panel in this flashback

this was so dark and intense... and then I spotted the lil bubs in the corner. Horikoshi please control yourself

“some hero you are, running away” and then all of a sudden, “FIVE YEARS LATER” lol what. OKAY THEN

(ETA: love the confirmation that eight-year-old Natsu comes from the Iida school of puberty and is basically a fully grown man, and meanwhile Touya comes from the hobbit school of puberty and has been perpetually eight for the past five years.)

“HEY BIG BRO WANNA COME RECREATE AN ICONIC FLASHBACK SCENE WITH US. WE’VE GOT THE SOCCER BALL RIGHT HERE, BUT HURRY UP OR WE’LL BE TOO LATE FOR SHOUTO TO WALK ON BY AND STOP TO LOOK”

lol and that’s literally the next three panels. but Horikoshi did add this extra bit after Endeavor starts to drag Shouto away

seriously Enji what the hell did you expect was going to happen here. “Touya went nuts and tried to kill his little brother out of jealousy, so let’s make it clearer than ever that Shouto is the important child and all the other children are just rejects. this will definitely not make the problem 100x worse, and will surely lead to Touya giving up and living a happy life, having been emotionally abandoned by the person he admired more than anyone.” good for you pal you figured it all out. no need for that plan b, “we all just go to therapy”

anyway so he’s telling Shouto he can’t play because he needs more endurance training. and meanwhile Touya’s patented Todoroki Drama Genes are going through puberty as well

definitely the face of a happy, emotionally stable child who’s not still plotting to murder his younger brother in his sleep

“WELL ACTUALLY MAKESTE” lol I stand corrected??

apparently during the five year interim Touya actually stopped blaming Shouto and realized Enji was the one at fault. good for him! a bit inconsistent, given what we know happens later, but I assume we’ll get to that in good time

anyway. “yeah man I agree that dad sucks, but it’s the middle of the night and I’m only eight and you’ve been monologuing for the past two hours bro”

LMAO

the manga is making my jokes for me, only better. fine then

looks like someone’s still miffed about that disagreement he had with his baby sister back when she was like four

“Fuyu doesn’t get properly riled up like I want her to so ranting to her is annoying.” okay but having been in Fuyu’s shoes, it really is just a different way of coping, and I can guarantee she’s not as fine with the whole situation as Touya might think. but making your peace with something is often a decision that’s made for emotional self-preservation reasons. and I sure as hell don’t fault her for trying to shut out a situation that she had no control over, and trying to make the best of it, and scrape together as normal a childhood as she could manage

and now in Touya’s defense as well, that is of course easier said than done, and I’m sure if there was a “push this button and instantly get over all of the trauma in your life” switch readily available for Touya then he would have pushed it too. unfortunately it’s not always that simple

so now Rei is pleading with Touya not to go train up on his little emo hill again, but it doesn’t seem like much has changed since he was eight

I don’t think he gives two figs about being a hero; he just wants his father to look at him again with pride. fucking hell, stop doing this to me you damn Todorokis

guh, they keep telling him the same thing over and over again

even if we hadn’t already known he was gonna go melt his jawbone off soon, I wouldn’t have expected a line like that to go over well

yep. fuck

that Todoroki puberty angst, though. nothing else quite like it

“you have a part in this too, Mom” ooooooh man

okay but look, he’s not entirely wrong. like, I’m not saying any of this is Rei’s fault at all! she’s in an impossible situation where she’s afraid to stand up to Enji (who by this point has shown that he’s willing to physically attack her if things get too heated, which is terrifying), and doesn’t really have anywhere to turn for support. her parents aren’t helping much if at all, and Japan in general is just a terrible country to be in when you’re in a domestic abuse situation. everyone’s expected to put on a brave face and deal with their problems all on their own in private. Rei is basically completely isolated at this point, and she doesn’t know what else to do, and so she’s just trying to keep the situation as stable as possible for the kids

but on the other hand, “for the kids” is also where that argument starts to break down a bit, because at this point Shouto is also being physically abused by his father, and the other kids are continuing to be neglected (emotionally if not physically), as they have been for years. so the situation really isn’t stable at all for them. and as a kid, what you end up learning in that type of situation is that you can’t rely on either parent. not the abusive one, certainly, but also not the other one who can’t protect you from any of it. even if they love you and they’re trying, they’re just as helpless as you. Rei is struggling to deal with all of this with one hand tied behind her back, and I get it, and I’m not blaming her at all. but all the same, particularly given that she’s (understandably) putting almost all her focus on Shouto, the end result is that the other kids have basically been left to fend for themselves

so yeah! a shitty situation all around. and one of those cases where it’s not really anyone’s fault (aside from Enji’s), but I can understand the resentment Touya is feeling all the same. and I’m so glad Horikoshi is acknowledging this, because it’s something I probably would have been too uncomfortable to bring up otherwise. as it is it’s still an incredibly heavy subject, and one that I probably have too many personal feelings about

anyway, so once again the whole “we’ll try talking to him and then just shrug our shoulders when it doesn’t work” parenting strategy doesn’t really pan out for the Todoroki fam

sob this boy is Anakin Skywalkering before our very eyes. all that’s missing is AFO to come and start whispering in his ear. any minute now...

“anyway so then he got taller and his fire changed from red to blue”

guess we’re getting pretty close then huh. this is the part of the flashback that I really don’t want to see, but also unfortunately the part that I’m most curious about :/

oh for fuck’s --

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IGNORING HIM FOR FIVE YEARS DIDN’T ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM” sob. back to the drawing board I guess

I thought he got taller, why is he still only like a third of Enji’s height here

oh fuck me these are armor-piercing feels. this is the heavy artillery right here

ENJI I’M BEGGING YOU PLEASE STOP AND THINK FOR ONE MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE BEFORE DOING SOMETHING YOU’LL REGRET FOR THE REST OF ALL TIME. your child just told you that he still thinks beating All Might is the only thing you care about, and that he believes his existence is a mistake unless he finds some way of doing that for you. please stop for a moment to contemplate that and choose your next words with care and grace and oh who the hell am I kidding

-- OR WE COULD JUST BLAME REI

go on and blame everyone but yourself then!! that’s a great solution!! jesus christ man I know this is Endeavor at his literal worst but still this is fucking hard to watch

POOR BABY SHOUTO IS YELLING AT HIS DAD NOT TO HIT HIS MOMMY THIS LITTLE BRAVE BOY NEEDS SO MANY HUGS OH MY GOD

AND MEANWHILE THE OTHERS ARE HUDDLED IN THE NEXT ROOM TRYING NOT TO CRY AH FUCK

(ETA: Fuyu covering Natsu’s ears cuts RIGHT TO THE CORE OF ME. Horikoshi if you’re really not gonna get these kids some therapy then at least consider giving your readers some. what is this.)

you know it’s bad when you’re starting to think the part where the kid burns to death might actually be a less traumatic thing to cut to right now

holy shit, actual Rei thoughts

“I was the one who ultimately made that choice” well there we go, wonder if that’ll put that whole argument to bed at last. I doubt it, but you never know. actually who am I kidding it’s not gonna settle jack shit lol

oh thank god, they decided it was getting too intense and cut away back to the present to narrate this next (final?) part

get ready to cue up that Alicia Keys. THIS BOY IS ON FIREEEEEEE

yeah I think that’s one thing we can mostly all agree on. neither of them had any clue what the fuck they were doing pretty much at any point. though I will say that the hypocrisy of him being all “WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP HIM” followed by him IMMEDIATELY DOING THE EXACT SAME THING is a bit rich

(ETA: and he still has this problem, doesn’t he? he froze up when Ending snatched Natsuo, and again when Dabi was attacking Shouto. he’s so afraid of doing the wrong thing that he ends up not doing anything, which of course is exactly what led to Touya’s death. damn Enji I guess you’ve still got some additional character development to unlock.)

and of course neither of them could possibly have known how badly it was going to turn out. like, the consequences here were WAY disproportionate even for the shittiest of parenting. no one expects “I didn’t know how to talk to my son” to snowball into “my son burned to death and then somehow came back as a villain and murdered thirty people”

ohhhhhhhh fuck me

LITERALLY INCINERATED THE ENTIRE HILLSIDE. fuck. and I am so not ready for the scene of Enji finding the remains of his jawbone afterwards. at least we were spared anything super-graphic (for now at least)

I feel like the timeline here is off, btw?? wasn’t Touya’s death supposed to happen after Rei got hospitalized? this might be the first actual retcon of the entire flashback. although I think it makes more sense this way tbh

I do appreciate that ten years later Enji is finally reflecting on the fact that if he’d just given up his stupid obsession he could have stopped his family from crumbling apart. that probably sounds sarcastic as fuck, but it’s not. there are countless jerks out there who would have still managed to find a way to blame literally everyone and everything under the sun except for themselves. at least he finally figured out how to take responsibility, even if it came too late to stop his son from dying and being radicalized into a villain terrorist organization

and speaking of, it seems to me we’re missing a third and final part to this little tale of woe, and one which only Touya himself will be able to shed any light on. so we’ll see how that goes

oh man seeing the other kids blaming themselves even though none of it was their fault hits hard af. Rei wasn’t kidding when she said they’d been bearing that burden of guilt far longer than Enji

SHOUTO I SWEAR TO GOD IF THE NEXT PANEL IS YOU APOLOGIZING FOR BEING BORN, I WILL... WELL I’LL BE VERY SAD, I GUESS. SO DON’T DO IT

oh good he’s just being quiet. good. it absolutely is not your fault lil bean. it’s not theirs either, but feeling guilty about things that aren’t your fault is a time-honored shounen tradition

goddammit I braced myself for the angsty Shouto panel a page too early. gotta do it all over again now lol. okay here goes

;_;

well well well would you look at that

imagine that. talking things out with your child before they make a rash decision. looks like the Todorokis’ parenting skills are finally leveling up

OH MY GOD

holy shit. this is the most quintessential moment of father/son Todoroki bonding in the entire series. for me it even tops the “nice scar” scene lol. Enji sobbing at the fact that he still has a chance to set things right. and Shouto offering his hand in what is actually the most mature and selfless gesture I’ve ever seen, and being all “we’ll stop him together” to his dad who he hates, but also doesn’t really entirely hate anymore. and all of that is incredibly moving... BUT ALSO HE STILL REFUSES TO MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HIM AND HE WOULD LIKE HIM TO STOP BEING SO FUCKING DRAMATIC ALREADY IF YOU DON’T MIND. “WHEN YOU’RE DONE CRYING...” fkjldsk

OH MY FUCKING LORD

(ETA: wouldn’t be a Todoroki drama fest if there wasn’t somebody listening in on the whole thing in secret just around the corner lmao.)

“you think we should have waited somewhere else?” “yeah, probably.” “are you feeling a lot of secondhand embarrassment too?” “god, you have no idea.” STFU HAWKS IT’S NOT EMBARASSING TO BE MOVED TO TEARS BY YOUR FAMILY ALL COMING TOGETHER IN YOUR DARKEST HOUR TO GIVE YOU HOPE THAT YOU PROBABLY DON’T DESERVE BUT ARE NONETHELESS INDESCRIBABLY GRATEFUL FOR

and anyway you chose these guys as your found family, bucko. too late to back out now. next time go get yourself adopted by the Iidas then

AND MEANWHILE NO WORD ON THE WHOLE “HOW DID A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD SURVIVE A FIRE THAT COVERED HIS BODY WITH HORRIFIC SCARS AND MELTED HIS JAW OFF, AND HOW DID HE SOMEHOW THEN MANAGE TO GO INTO HIDING FOR TEN WHOLE YEARS, AND WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT INTERIM TO CHANGE HIS GOAL FROM ‘SURPASS ALL MIGHT TO IMPRESS MY DAD’ TO ‘KILL ALL HEROES TO MAKE MY DAD SUFFER’.” as if we don’t know the answer to that. but still, would it kill Horikoshi to just confirm AFO’s involvement in all of this already. at this point it’s basically just a formality

so here’s hoping next week we’ll either get that, or more Hawks action, or (DARE I EVEN SUGGEST, I’M AFRAID TO JINX IT) finally cut back to Bakugou and Deku and All Might omg. either way I’m hyped

#bnha 302 #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki enji #endeavor #todoroki rei #todoroki shouto #todoroki natsuo #todoroki fuyumi #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #my sincerest apologies for this absurdly long recap which is barely funny at all!#THERE WAS VERY LITTLE HUMOROUS CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER #congratulations horikoshi you win this round

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7 Anti LO Asks

1. Do you know what really gets my blood boiling about this comic? Persephone and Demeter's relationship.

In the myths, Demeter and Persephone loved each other more than anything. Their reunion is so important - it marked the coming of spring and growth. A whole cult was dedicated to this for crying out loud. Yes, the myths were far from perfect, but the Persephone and Demeter myth showed the strength of a loving mother-daughter relationship with Demeter searching endlessly to find her child that was ripped away and had her innocence forcibly taken.

Now, RS is not the only author to make Demeter this over-bearing mother type in order to put more positivity onto the Hades-Persephone relationship. However, RS takes this trend to a whole new level - to the point where I would even consider it misogyny.

How is it, she takes this beautiful mother-daughter relationship and makes it out to be an abusive and controlling one, and then takes the Hades-Persephone relationship from a forceful one to a loving, perfect relationship with no problems? How is it ok to ruin one relationship to elevate another?

I understand that many versions of the myth try to downplay Hades' actions, and even make it so Persephone actually falls in love with him and there is no rape. But it doesn't change that this relationship was problematic, and meant to represent the loss of innocence.

Then fans have the gall to claim this comic is feminist and then claim on top of that that Demeter and Persephone's relationship was the same in the myth? These fans clearly don't know the myths, and neither does RS.

Making Hades a good person is fine. Changing it up a bit to make Persephone's loss of innocence something else is also fine. But ruining Demeter and Persephone's relationship? Especially when Persephone has to spend half the year with her? So horrible.

2. im sorry, but rachel cant introduce KRONOS coming back and then dropping it for several episodes to focus on a stake-less trail and persephone not knowing what lingerie to seduce hades in. like thats too much of an earth shaking development and huge stake plot point to just ignore for months to focus instead on something as minor as hxp's relationship, which only points out a huge flaw: why is hxp's relationship so minor in this? isnt the whole point supposed to be about them?

3. I think LO completely dropped the ball over Hades’ characterization.

From the first ep I thought ok, this is good, we have some bones to see he’s not that lucky in love and is just tired and lonely, and while ignoring the creepy actions towards Persephone, I thought ok, Artemis hates him, Hestia hates, even Ares hates him, maybe once Persephone finally sees the underworld and probably gets to know him it’ll be a clever twist and they’ll be proven wrong. The underworld will turn out to be fair and just, the citizens will love Hades, he’ll be revealed to be a good leader and king and not like his brothers, it’ll be like everyone saying Hades of myth isn’t actually that bad, and it’ll help reinforce why this sweet and bubbly Persephone wants him, she sees the real him, not the mean rumors and assumptions, this is perfect.

And then it just didn’t happen. The exact opposite happened, actually.

We’re shown the LO underworld is cruel and unjust, where the poor dead are forced into slavery and Hades created a harsh class divide with him and him only on top, the citizens hate him, the underworld gods don’t trust him and openly seem ok if he’s taken out of power, he’s not a good leader and king and doesn’t even want the job yet keeps it for his own ego and grip of power m, and on top of it all he is just like his brothers, if not worse. He loves to get violent over any little slight against him, he hoards wealth and resources to enrich himself while his citizens starve and struggle to survive, he’s corrupt, he controls all the media and laws to bend to his will, sleeps with his brothers wife for centuries behind his back while claiming to be holier than thou, he has sex with his secretaries who are made dependent on him for any way to survive, and now he lusts after his barely legal intern who is also now dependent on him for her way to survive, and that’s only what I remember off the top of my head.

LO perfectly set up to prove Hades isn’t the devil or the false pop culture assumption that he’s evil and to show some actual facts from myth, and yet Rachel only ended up reinforcing exactly that and even making him even worse with her made up ideas, all while thinking having Persephone ignore or excuse it somehow makes it not bad or even a good thing. It’s honestly kind of impressive just how bad of writing that actually is.

4. Chapter 172 is not that interesting. It’s setup had me excited to see Hephaestus and Hera and learning more about echo, but it’s cut so short. Because again the story can’t leave HXP out for 2 seconds.

I can also see why Zeus is gonna go insane.

5. i agree w/ other anon. LO should have pulled a PJO or a BoZ and just made up OCs and have them interact with the gods than whatever Rachel thinks shes doing, which is lying she's being accurate and faithful while completely changing all of it, removing what is needed, and adding what isnt so that it lines up with no actual myth besides like, various 50 shades fanfic she read in 2015 and some popular tumblr text posts.

6 . the animation studio behind blood of zeus literally can only draw one face for the men and one face for the women and they were still able to make the gods all look distinct and hot while LO can't even bother to use more than 6 colors and can only have the women look as tiny as possible with the biggest boobs while the men are all just lego men.

7. ////FP SPOILERS////

Okay so like I stopped reading LO way back before season 1 ended, and a majority of my knowledge of the series comes from what I read here on your blog which is enough for me lol and I decided to read the latest 5 chapters just to see what's up (on zahard. I refuse to give the actual series any views)

And I just. Could not take the whole scene with Daphne running from Apollo seriously? The anatomy and art inconsistency was so distracting that i genuinely could not find it serious. Even when Thanatos discovers her hibernated body I couldn't take it seriously because of how she looked?

And when Hades had that call (??? Was it a call? Or his inner dialogue? I couldn't really tell ngl) with Zeus and said he's causing Persephone unnecessary distress, and that she didn't pose any threat. B!tch??? She killed a ton of mortals??? She has no control over her powers???? She's literally a fugitive for the aforementioned things??? She apparently woke Kronos up? (Idk if anyone knows about that, again my knowledge only spans to whatever I read here) Hello????

And I have a lot to say about the chapters starting the trial but I'll only mention one thing; Hades saying "I don't think blindly supporting my little brother would be doing him any favours (as a ruler)" had me cackling. This is coming from a guy blindly supporting a girl he's literally only known for a few weeks, who's like what, only recently turned 20? Sit tf down Hades you're not cool, you creepy ass overgrown smurf.

Overall I still hate this series lmao. Regarding art though I feel like I wouldn't be so miffed about the anatomy much if the character designs were consistent and the story was compelling. They literally change hairstyles and body types frame by frame, and it's distracting.

The timeline from what I read here is laughable. 4 years in publication with almost 200 chapters and you're telling me only like a month has passed canonically. That's wild and such poor writing.

And as someone who literally will sympathise with any lead character pretty quickly, the story makes me hate them. It makes me want to root against them. I also hate the fact this trash is somehow top ranked on webtoons when so many other stories are far better then it.

Anyway, many thanks to this blog for existing and allowing me to dump so much text here to vent out my hate for this series lmao. You the mvp fam, hope you're having a good day 🥂🥂🥂

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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