#this quote is basically a summary of the age of madness

[trevorendeavors]

HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE

Now pass the phone to me.

GUYS.

There is no way these parallels are a coincidence.

I am 99% sure that Dana Terrace was referencing Kirby when making the Collector. For context, I've not seen For the Future yet, so please no spoilers beyond the trailer. I haven't seen anything other than Luz's palisman, that one thirty second clip from the owl club, and an irrelevant screenshot of Hunter.

Also plz don't spoil FTF in the comments or reblogs :(

That said,

TW: Discussion of Cults

Canonically,

Kirby:

god or godlike being

heavily associated with stars. As in, Hoshii no Kaabi (Kirby of the Stars)

ambiguous gender (referred to as he in American translations, gender neutral pronouns in Japanese)

rides on a star

The Collector:

god or godlike being

heavily associated with stars. "Child of the stars"

ambiguous gender, canonically a he/they

rides on a star

Still not convinced? Well I believe there was a specific game Dana was referencing: (MAJOR KIRBY SPOILERS AHEAD)

In Kirby star Allies, Kirby gains the ability to turn enemies into friends by launching friend hearts on them.

It’s an ability unlocked by a botched resurrection/rebirth of a dead god accidentally granting Kirby that ability.

No seriously, that's how it happens.

Here's a short summary for those not familiar with the Kirby franchise.

Basically, cult leader Lord Hyness and his closest followers once managed to stop an out-of-control being named Galacta Knight (shown below)

However, the people eventually began to fear LH and his ilk, so they preemptively tried to seal them away and erase their existence from history (rude). LH and his people survived and managed to obtain a vessel containing their Dark Lord (basically, an egg that housed a god or godlike being) Cult leader Lord Hyness then attempted to resurrect the god Void Termina.

But the ceremony went horrible wrong, shattering the vessel into friend hearts and dark hearts that were scattered to the stars. One such friend heart landed on Kirby, granting him the ability to quote-un-quote, "befriend" his enemies...

...

... by which I mean brainwash smaller enemies into doing his biddies while exorcising dark-heart-possessed individuals by beating the shit out of them until they were no longer usable vessels for possession. I'm not even kidding, this is actually canon.

Eventually, Kirby, with his amassed allies, confronts Belos, Hyness, who has this to say:

We are the masters of a power driven to the far reaches of the universe, and we have but one desire! Can one such as you possibly fathom how dearly we have clung to this dream across the aeons? How could you! You couldn't! Never ever ever! We who once faced those who were in such fear of our power that they sealed us away and banished us to the edge of the galaxy! US! As if THAT loveliness wasn't enough, they tried to erase our very existence from history! RUDE! Only through our magic were we able to overcome their science and achieve great prosperity! We alone were responsible for stopping that repulsive nightmare of a galactic crisis, yet this is how you repay us! This won't stand! It won't be forgiven! It won't be forgotten! Never ever EVER! Those who called us mad, are you listening? You left us at the edge of the galaxy to be forgotten, then went along your merry way, probably living somewhere pretty and peaceful! But know this! Your future is a farce! You have none! We, masters of a matter most dark, vow to be restored, as foretold in the book of legend, which everyone thought was just a fairy tale! It WASN'T! We have already obtained the vessel that contains our Dark Lord, and he will soon awaken and shower us in compassion! Look! The vessel of our Dark Lord is filling up even as we speak! Now the time for his greatness to enter our world has come! Welcome to a new history! A new age! The age of awesome! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARK LORD! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Grace us, Gloriously Dark Looooooord!

And when cornered, he drains the life source of his closest followers, his priestesses, and uses them as fucking battering rams.

Oh and btw they're all conscious when this happens. If you listen closely, you can actually hear their grunts of pain when they hit the ground.

When that fails, he forces the god-resurrection to fruition by tossing in the priestesses' bodies and his own into the alter, bringing foooooRTH!!!

VOID TERMINA.

A morally neutral being who also uses the same tactics as Kirby to defeat his enemies (except somehow Void doing it makes it evil or something *shrug*). Oh, and Void's implied to be born from the same material as Kirby (or vice versa).

Upon Void's defeat, it's said he may be reborn in another form and perhaps someday... a friend.

AND THEN THERE'S THE OWL HOUSE

In which The Collector, a god or godlike being, was sealed away by a Titan (probably because of their destructive, reckless nature - idk for sure I haven't seen the episode). As an act of revenge, the Collector made a deal with the inhabitants of the titan trapper witches: he would grant them (or more specifically Bill - not GF Bill btw) power in exchange for slaughtering the Titans. The blood of the last Titan (King) would then be used to revive The Collector from his prison.

Then along comes a scrunkly dunkly old human who winds up trapped on the Boiling Isles, a realm populated by witches and demons living atop a carcus. Convinced of the inherently evil nature of the inhabitants, he deceives them into aiding him in their own execution.

In order to pull this off, he enlists the help of The Collector. In exchange for promising to release them, The Collector teaches Belos magic "stronger than anybody's." That is, the Draining Spell.

Belos then professes himself to be able to commune with the dead Titan (the Boiling Isles itself) and thus convinces them to brand themselves with the sigils that would serve as their metaphorical nooses.

The draining spell works, but Belos breaks his promise by using up the last of the Titan's Blood to (attempt to) travel home, only to thwarted by Luz, who traps him in the draining spell.

Meanwhile, King makes a deal with the now-betrayed Collector: stop the draining spell in exchange for their freedom and a game of "Owl House." The Collector agrees, and King follows through on his promise. Well, part of it anyway. He frees the Collector, they stop the spell, but he attempts to escape with Luz to the human realm. The Collector stops this; Luz, her friends, and unfortunately Belos manage to escape to the human realm.

There, Belos goes around possessing and consuming various woodland creatures until he has enough sustenance to possess Hunter, one of his former second-in-commands.

This ultimately fails, which leads to him fleeing back to the Boiling Isles, where For the Future begins.

NOW LET'S TALLY UP OUR PARALLELS

WE GOT:

Horrifically misguided religious leader? Check.

Masked at some point? Yep.

Drains their closest followers and uses their bodies for their own gain? Yep.

Particularly brutally betrays their second in command?

OH YEAH.

Winds up sucked into that very spell themselves? Sorta.

Hyness intentionally sacrifices himself to the spell in order to resurrect Void Termina, whereas Belos is tricked by Luz into getting drained by the spell.

Not to mention we got the fuckin uhhhhh GODLIKE BEING WHO MIND CONTROLS FORCIBLY BEFRIENDS PEOPLE

This could be Void or Kirby paralleling the Collector depending on how you read it. However, Void and Kirby are definitely two sides of the same coin, and if my interpretation is correct, I believe The Collector is meant to be a parallel of BOTH. Neither good nor evil: simply raw power put in the hands of a child too young to comprehend or manage it.

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Now I'll admit, TOH doesn't follow the KSA story tit for tat. I believe that Titan-trappers take the role of the people who sealed away the eldritch power. The placement of Galacta Knight vs the Titan as who fits in what role is harder determine.

Despite this, there are definitely some pretty solid inspirations.

The aesthetic of FTF very clearly draws inspiration from KSA. Hell, KSA was originally released in 2018, around the time Dana was developing the series. It's very likely she drew inspiration from this video game, if not played it herself. There are simply too many parallels to count.

#for the future #Kirby star allies #for the future spoilers #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #owl house spoilers #Kirby star allies spoilers #KSA spoilers #kirby #Kirby theory #the owl house theory #void termina #king clawthorne #belos #emperor belos #kikimora #golden guard #lord hyness #tw: cults #tw: execution #trevor talks #A LOT IN THIS ONE #LIKE HE STRAIGHT UP RAMBLES #jamming to the KSA ost while writing this

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Summary: After finding out about Nate and Leia, Nikki decides to get back at them.

Prompt: Character B guiding the speed of Character A’s hips as Character A grinds against them. (From @dumplingsjinson)

Verse: The New Age

August 10, 1995; 9:15 PM

“So I’m guessing you know about Nate and Leia…” Nikki started. She was so mad at them, especially Nate. How could he act so mistrustful about her and Trevor yet turn around and have an almost kiss with Leia? And Leia…she thought they were friends, yet she pulls this shit?

Not to mention Nate’s hypocritical bullshit; being all jealous about a tutoring session with Trevor, yet almost kissing Leia. The worst part was that he hid it. And acted like she paranoid for pointing out his distance.

But that wasn’t even the part that hurt the most. What hurt the most was that Gwen knew and didn’t once mention it. They hung out every goddamn day and she just lied to her face. All this time she thought that she and Gwen had a connection, but that wasn’t enough to get her to tell the truth. She was just done. Done with Leia. Done with Nate. And done with Gwen. Just done with being humiliated.

Jay nodded, “Yeah Leia told me. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry they did that to you. You didn’t deserve that.” Even though they weren’t close, he knew that Nikki deserved better. Nate may be his best friend, but he wrong for what he did.

A faint smile appeared on Nikki’s face when hearing that. “So I’m guessing you aren’t doing well either? Given that you were singing to Les Mis and looking like you’re about to cry.” Jay scoffed, wiping his tears. “No. I-I wasn’t crying. T-There w-was something in my eye.” That earned a chuckle from Nikki. “Oh, is that so?” She playfully punched Jay in the arm, making him laugh.

Jay chuckled, “No, I’m fine really. I’m just…hanging in there. I mean, Leia said that she wants to be with me but that she wants to be single for a bit. And that she and Nate are better as friends. They were on a picnic video chat and I…” His gulped when seeing the shock on Nikki’s face. “You didn’t know…”

Nikki sighed, “No, I didn’t. But thank you for being honest with me. At least someone was.” Her fist balled up in anger. So not only did Nate almost kiss Leia while they were still together, but they basically went on a date behind her back. Fuck them both.

Jay looked back at Nikki, “She doesn’t want me to wait around for her, but I don’t know how to move on. I mean, you’ve seen what happened with Serena.” Nikki nodded, “Yeah.” Just then, a thought came to her mind. Maybe Leia and Nate should get a taste of their own medicine. See how it feels to be humiliated.

Nikki pulled Jay in for a kiss, caressing his cheeks. Jay was taken back; aside from the person her family lived him and in the group, they weren’t super close. But he wanted the pain to stop. And Leia herself said that he shouldn’t have to wait for her. That he had a right to move on.

Jay moved on top as Nikki laid down on the bed. He got up to lock the door and went back on top to kiss her, taking off his shirt in the process. He began to drown himself into Nikki, trying to forget everything.

Nikki moaned as Jay left kisses down her neck. She sighed, feeling him tear off her pajama blouse and bra. This was so worth it. Leia and Nate would be pissed for starters. And the sex was a lot better. Jay seemed to really know what he was doing. She looked down to see that her pants and panties were off. When did he...

Jay grinned, "While you were screaming 'oh Jay, you're a God'." That made Nikki roll her eyes in response. Does he ever take a day off? Great, and now I'm quoting Gwen.

She pushed him to the side and went on top of him. The raven-haired girl went back to kissing Jay, unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. Nikki got off the bed and turned back to the slender man. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

Jay exhaled, “Third drawer.” Nikki nodded and grabbed it before went back on top. She put the condom on his member before letting him thrust into her. Jay kissed her sloppily, going back on top of Nikki. Nikki was guiding the speed of Jay’s hips as he was grinding against her.

Jay buried his head at the crook of his lover’s neck. This may have not been the best decision, but that would be decided in the morning. Right now, it was time to move on.

Nikki panted against him, her energy going down. Despite feeling completely empty, this wasn’t so bad. Jay was a lot more skilled than Nate and seemed to consider her pleasures.

The two broke apart, laying next to one another. Both tried to catch their breaths before looking back at one another. “Do you have any water?” Nikki asked, running a hand through her hair. Jay nodded, “Right on the stand.”

#that 90s show #t9s fanfiction #my fanfiction #jaynikki #jay x nikki #nikki x jay #fwb ship #my drabbles #my verse is canon #takes place right after the end of s2 e2 in my verse #cw: smut

[corvuscrowned]

28. In Emerald in the Sky, what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about Draco and Harry?

24. How did you come up with title for Loverboys?

29. Send me a word. If it’s in your WIPs, include the sentence and a short summary of the fic. Word: just

hi evil!! it's you!!!

28. post-fic when harry is young and draco is older, they go for dinner and harry tells the waitress that draco is his astronomy professor and harry is just a young innocent student and they're having an illicit affair but true love knows no age so it's fine, and the waitress is profoundly weirded out by this when she leaves harry is like, why are you mad?? it's hot!!

24. it was one of very few times that a title just sprang into my head and i was like, yeah okay that's it. i think it's smarmy and condescending so it fits the tone... and then right before posting i got cold feet about it and asked you if it sucked and you said, and I quote, bc i just pulled up the conversation, "It's a good title." that's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me thank you

29. despite fully knowing better, i'm working on another fic that will update on every full moon of 2023 (probably). it'll basically chronicle harry discovering that he's trans, but because i'm me i guess it will involve some overcomplicated and unnecessary subplots that are of the marauders-era nature? we'll see. anyway:

“I’m burning all of my dresses and heels,” Harry says, her heeled foot bobbing arhythmically. “The next time someone asks me to come to something that requires a dress and heels, I’m just going to show up in a a suit.”

Ginny snorts. “You say that every time.”

“I mean it this time,” Harry says.

“You say that every time, too,” Ginny says.

ty evil!

#thank u for putting the questions in the ask thats a nice touch #ask

[chynandri]

it's been a while since i read a basic era story. i finally finished devil's mansion! this one was... interesting...??

Notes

what the HELL IS THIS STORY

i knew from the premise that this was gonna be. a trip.

when ibara and hajime roleplay as cats, it’s cute. when ritsu does it, it’s unbearable. my toxic double standard

Key takeaways

i kind of understand why ritsu hates rei now

tsumugi is strange and meddlesome as ever

rei acts like his age for once

hinata and rei dynamic is kind of cute

rei is an atheist?

Quotes

’i don’t have the vigor to behave myself like a young man, and as such choose to act like a senior citizen’ HELPPPPPPPP

idk if i can survive reading this story. it’s only the second chapter. not only has rei chosen to be a BOOMER he’s chosen CRINGE

GET ME OUT OF HERE WHAT IS THIS ROLEPLAYING

ok this was pretty funny maybe this story can redeem itself

rei’s anti-glasses stance gets worse and worse

ok tbh…. i also make exaggerated crying noises so maybe i can relate to rei a little bit. hinata is like ‘have you tried not being depressed sakuma-senpai. works for me all the time’

what THE HELL IS GOING ON

Summary

sakuma family lore. they have a vampire like family line and rituals and rei is one of the few members who can survive in the sunlight. ritsu is mad that rei broke his promise to stay with him when they were younger, because ritsu was not as immune as rei. and rei had different ideas about using his immunity? and wanted to reach out to the world? which leaves behind ritsu. but now he is being more responsible and will fulfil his duties as the next head of the family. JEEZ

this was a surprisingly meaningful story near the end, past the cringe parts… why was this important information hidden away in a gacha story 😭

#chyna reads too #i dont hate anyone in enstars but i can be rather critical or unserious ⚠️ #enstars

[eddysocs]

Introducing: Martina Hampshire

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy

Face Claim: Torrey Devitto

Full Name: Martina Grace Hampshire

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Marti, Marti Gras, McFly

Age: 30

Myers Briggs Type: ESTJ

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Love Interest: Arizona Robbins, Nicole Herman

Occupation: Pediatric Resident

Collections: Stuffed Animals

Style/Clothing: Martina doesn’t go crazy for fashion. She’d even be content to wear her scrubs on her days off. Basically, if it’s comfy, she’ll wear it, though she does prefer solid colors rather than patterns and she absolutely loves purple.

Signature Quote: "I love kids. It doesn’t mean I want them myself. A family isn’t incomplete if there’s no child."

Plot Summary: In her last year of residency, Martina Hampshire transfers into Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. On her first day she’s already thrown into madness while on Arizona Robbins' service. Then, as if her day wasn’t already crazy enough, she pisses off fetal surgeon Nicole Herman and in the span of twenty four hours she wants to quit. Arizona finds her broken down in an on call room and provides her the comfort and strength to push through. Once she survives that year, she and Arizona both undergo Nicole's crash course in fetal surgery, and the bond that forms between the three during that time cannot be broken.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @chickensarentcheap, @endless-oc-creations, @unheolycs-ocs, @fawera, @themaradaniels, @that-demigirl

#oc: martina hampshire #fc: torrey devitto #fd: grey’s anatomy

[ladyxenax]

I'd love to hear more about your Insider WIP! Also your original work "Hell for Lovers Heaven for Enemies" intrigues me by the title, and so I'm curious to know the premise of that too 😊

Insider fic: His Scars

the full longassed title is 'His Scars Are On My Heart, My Scars Are on His Hands'

quote that serves as a summary: Memories of you are like a knife in a wound that can't be pulled out without risk of bleeding. I don't touch this wound. I'm afraid and don't want to be "treated", I'm used to living with it. Therefore, this wound will never heal.

obviously it's post-canon, they met at the point in Yohan's life where everything was put on pause

Yohan tried to live an ordinary life, he worked as a paralegal at a small firm; he even dated a certain handsome prosecutor for a while but they returned to being just friends

Seonoh came to Yohan seeking help and answers, he was mad and thought it was Yohan's fault for him almost being burnt to death but actually he knew that Yohan would never hurt him like that willingly - that's why he showed Yohan scars on his body, it wasn't a gesture of trust but something more complex, maybe attempt to redeem himself

Yohan lived in that apartment that Sooyong left for him and let Seonoh stay there where he could keep an eye on him - it was better than sending Seonoh to prison again

in my headcanon Yohan's feelings for Seonoh are deep and painful, yet it is impossible for him to have sex with Seonoh at the moment no matter how strongly Yohan desires it - he can't accept it yet

but oh well they will learn how to accept each other sooner or later because it's their fate.

Original: Hell for Lovers Heaven for Enemies

this used to be a kdrama Voice fanfiction but I decided to switch it over to the Japanese setting

basically it's a story about a police detective and a serial killer; the detective kidnaps the serial killer and makes him a prisoner, the rest of the world thinks that the killer is dead

the profiles of the characters: Nakamura Akito - 40 yo, inspector, worked in the First Investigation Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, has a legal and criminological education background. After the attack was seriously injured by Koizumi, spent several months in the hospital, suffered a nervous breakdown due to a divorce and the death of his daughter. Reinstated to the same rank two years later, transferred to the Shinjuku Police Station. Nickname "Maou" - The Devil. Special features: scars on the neck, on the cheek from the bridge of the nose, on the shoulder and abdomen. Dean Koizumi - 25 yo, director of a construction company, son of an influential businessman from an American mistress. Lived in the States until the age of 16, high IQ, got a degree in economics and a degree at age 20. Serial killer with 6 deaths. Hot-tempered, aggressive, sociopathic, schizophrenic. Sakamoto Shiori - 45 yo, commissioner, the first woman to head the First Investigation Department. Nakamura's former direct supervisor who sent him on a forced leave and, on her orders, he was transferred to the Shinjuku precinct. Had a fling with Nakamura after his divorce. At the moment they maintain exclusively friendly relationship. Kimura Takeru - 27 yo, Nakamura Akito's partner, assistant inspector. A former hacker who narrowly escaped a criminal record.

#jtbc insider #plot bunny #fanfiction #original story

[boldlyvoid]

Million Dollar Man | chapter two

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Hello, I am projecting again, so have some Todoroki/todoroki centric headcannons, my fellow touch starved dorks with daddy issues:

Every time before he has to go home, holidays, school breaks, etc. he is anxious the entire week beforehand

He often has a hard time sleeping, getting panic attacks/nightmares/PTSD flashbacks/etc.

He has recently gotten into memes and vines just to annoy endeavor, and quotes vines as much as he can around him, often leaving Endeavor in a confused stupor

He purposely calls every other adult “dad” in front of Endeavor. Midnight? Dad. Aizawa? Dad. Nezu? Principal dad sir.

After being introduced to social media by his fellow classmates, he makes several accounts for his various conspiracy theories, that all gain quite the cult following

Originally it starts as an accident, but eventually he takes immense joy in watching the varying emotions of his classmates as he delivers puns and dad jokes, with the most expressionless face

We all knows he’s touch starved, it’s not even just a headcannon at this point, but I still feel the need to put it here. But after spending a long time with class A, and the Izucrew in specific, he’s come to really like hugs and cuddling

He has started to consider using makeup to cover his scar. Also just using it in general to make his sperm donor father mad

He has one specific playlist that he listens to, and it’s titled “my old man is a scumbag” filled with trauma leaden songs and spiteful songs. However, he also made a playlist for endeavor, willed with songs like “f*ck you,” “set me free,” “ok boomer,” “monster,” “choke,” and “parents”

That being said, he also makes playlists for people with songs that remind him of them. Emotions are weird, and music makes them easier/more evident

One time Present Mic punched Endeavor in the face. Present mic is now Todoroki’s favorite teacher, and claims that that, along with the time he and the ozucrew spray painted “endeavor sucks” on the side of his agency, are his two favorite days

Once when he was in the car with his father, he played “daddy issues” by The Neighborhood, out loud, on repeat, for a half hour; all while staring at him

The izucrew got him to seek therapy

He might not be good at understanding emotions, especially his own, but he’s gotten good at helping people with their own. He’s very blunt, and people often need that when trying to sort out their feelings. He helps in that arena.

He has switched the sugar and salt before, just to watch the pure disgust on endeavors face after realizing he put salt in his sugar

Someone once told him that he was, “really mature for his age” to which he responded, “thanks, it’s the trauma.” The person has not spoken to him sense, and Midoriya made him another appointment with his therapist.

The class has gotten him loads of plushies after learning about the severe lack of plushies during his childhood. Even his teachers have participated in this

He did not understand praise for the longest time, and still doesn’t really know how to take it. He mostly just stands there awkwardly. The Izucrew is trying to get him more accustomed to, and comfortable with praise and compliments

He really likes animals, especially soft and fluffy ones

Much like Izuku, he has very little self regard or self preservation. He and izuku are being hypocritical and trying to help each other with that

Again, fairly hypocritical, but in ways that he won’t even notice. Like, he’ll run into one of his classmates who have woken up from a nightmare, and he’ll talk them through it and get them tea (...) or ice cream to help them feel better. But then when he wakes up from a nightmare, he’ll sit there trying to talk himself down from a panic attack

Even after endeavor starts “trying to make a change” he still doesn’t feel safe around him, if trust him, and still has nightmares about him, but keeps invalidating himself. One time, he ran into Izuku after this happened, and izuku told him that he did the same thing with nightmares of bakugou (I’m writing a fic about this, and felt the need to basically include the summary I guess?)

Todoroki has never done anything fun before going to UA. The izucrew makes it their mission to go somewhere/do something every month, that Todoroki missed from childhood: going to the zoo, an aquarium, an amusement park, the arcade, etc.

He has a pretty low self esteem thanks to endeavor’s A+ parenting, the Izucrew is trying to help him with this. That being said, criticism does sometimes get to him

Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, or just when he can’t sleep, he’ll text the group chat with random conspiracy theories. He will record the varying responses and takes them evidence and/or collateral

Class A has tried to teach him the art of sarcasm. They are now unsure if he still doesn’t get it, or if he does understand and is just pulling on their leg and being sarcastic

I will add more as I continue to project. Have a good day

#bnha #mha #mha todoroki #izucrew #anti endeavor #bnha shouto #todoroki shouto

[mizmatched]

please tell me about the wild shit. i am far too busy riding the high off of sheep tubbo canon to sit through that bullshit myself

the c!dream apologist doc, a summary:

-the author basically says that the phrase  “Character Dream has done nothing wrong ever,” isn’t correct before immediately calling themselves ‘ a genuine apologist of his character.‘

-the author states that he is not really as bad as every one makes him up to be

-the author says that their are no real villains in the dream smp and that makes it unique. they then immediately call schaltt ‘a greasy bastard who showed no appreciation even towards his most loyal servants‘ and offered no explaination on why schaltt was ever a not a villain, directly contradicting themselves.

-they say that because dream does not stream, we can’t see his perspective and therefore there are way more people against him. the direct quote is ‘The issue with this system is that characters who don't stream don't get to represent themselves properly to an audience.‘ however the author fails to realize that this is the entire point of dream not streaming. 

-’Dream, on the other hand, was an incredibly attentive friend. when he hurt George by dethroning him, he did it not with malice, but with the genuine consideration that he would be making his best friend both happier and safer. However, this was twisted on him: “just say you hate me” made Dream look like the bad guy of a situation he’d started to help, not hurt. Sapnap also doubled down on defending George, which only entrenched a villain narrative further for Dream’s character. ‘ this quote speaks for itself. this is literally undermining the entirety of sapnaps character arc into villainizing dream. 

-the author then says that george was dethroned because cc!george asked cc!dream to dethrone him, and there was no actual malice involved. 

-The author claims that dream treated both sam and punz well, even though they were ‘hired, subordinates that would have received very different treatment under Schlatt.‘

- The author then asks why the audience gives wilbur and techno a ‘pass’ after they manipulated tommy, but not dream.

-' Once again I have to believe that this is due in part to Wilbur and Techno being SMP streamers. If Dream were to show an audience his point of view, I have no doubt in my mind that more people would show his character understanding. ‘ 

That. is. the. entire. point.

-’ For example, let’s talk about Tommy apologists. A lot of Tommy apologists are newer fans of the SMP who don’t understand that he was the primary cause of most of the conflict on the SMP. When Tommy acts violently or irrationally, it can be attributed to his age, the stress that he is under, and the circumstances that bring the SMP to a constant state of war. I don’t fault Tommy’s character for this, but what I dislike is the idea that he can’t then face consequences for his actions. No matter how understandable he is as a person, he is also a political pin. He represents a threat to the peace on the SMP, and a nation that has caused nothing but problems since its conception. ‘ 

this person is starting to sound exactly like how c!dream talks and its disgusting. this is scary

-the author then proceeds to explain that dream ‘can do nothing’ but destroy tommy’s power. dream needs to tear down tommy as he has been ‘falsey built up as a hero’

-the author then proceeds to dis on l’manberg a bit calling it ‘ built upon division, raised by war, and causes even those uninvolved in the original foundation of the nation to partake in or be caught in dangerous, unnecessary, war and bloodshed. ‘

-the author then ‘debunks’ the theories that dream represents any sort of oppressive government, by saying that he is for the abolition of states and an anarchist

-author even argues that dream cannot be authoritarian-left because he is pro religion, as he founded the church of prime

-author goes into further detail about the types of government dream cannot be but that one was the funniest excuse

-’ Dream is not a ruler, a government, or any kind of authority figure in this sense. What he is, is tired and jaded. I’ve described my opinion on this in a previous video and I will do so again. Prior to Tommy’s whitelisting, the SMP was (mostly) peaceful—people were gathering resources, the anarchy was well-maintained, and people were progressing well. Even when conflict arose, Tommy was the one who continued aggressing further—this isn’t the point of this portion of the document, but I recommend rewatching “So I Started a Minecraft War VS Dream” on Tommy’s channel to understand what I mean. Dream’s intention has always been peacekeeping. Yes, by force, if necessary, but this doesn’t make him an authoritarian. If he is personally connected to the world, then he understands the history of nations, and how quickly they fall into violence. We saw it with L’Manburg and we saw it much earlier with The Village That Went Mad. Nations have never and will never find a peaceful resolution, and Dream isn’t required to allow them to sprout up just because the temporary guests of the world want them to. He’s the one, in the end, that watches them crumble. Dismantling them is an act of peace ‘

this is the furthest i got. might continue later, but the doc is SO LONG and my brain can only handle the stupidity for so long. i would like to go into further detail about why this doc is wrong, not only because of the takes but the nature of its evidence, but i am so tired man. 

#dream smp #c!dream #c!dream critical #miz speaks #im tired man #tommyinnit #jschatt

[themangledsans0508]

Bad Days

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Summary: Sometimes Marceline had bad days. Sometimes they were because of arguments. Sometimes she just needed to vent to her girlfriend about it.

Words: 1201, Oneshot

Warnings: None

Characters: Marceline, Princess Bubblegum, LSP (mentioned)

Ships: Bubbline

Additional Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, ranting to gf, 

Sometimes Marceline had bad days.

The door opened and slammed shut, the vibrations sending shockwaves through the house that made the pictures sway. Bonnie looked up from the treaty she had been drafting, setting it on the table in front of her.

“Marcy?” There was a groan in return. That wasn’t a good sign. She got up from her seat, pushing her chair back in so that it wouldn’t drive her mad later.

Marceline’s ears were back. Her dark crimson eyes were sad and angry, her hair loosely dangling around her face like a cloak. Her fingers were curled into fists, her lips turned downwards into a frown with her fangs peeking out. Her stature was similar to that of a toddler who had gotten into an argument and was told: “you’re stupid.”

“‘Just keep LSP distracted,’ they told me. ‘Make sure she doesn’t get in the way of Finn’s date,’ they told me. They never warned me that she would kill a man to get some good gossip!” Marceline shouted. Bonnie gently pushed her hair back behind her ears so she could see her face better.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked softly. Marceline sighed.

“I guess.” She threw herself down on the couch, bouncing slightly when she hit the cushions. Bonnie sat beside her with her hands neatly folded in her lap. “I don’t know where to start. It isn’t even that big a deal.”

“Start from the beginning, for a bit of context,” she suggested.

“Okay, beginning. You remember when Jake called me a few days ago asking for a favour? Well, he wanted me to make sure that Lumpy Space Princess didn’t get all up in Finn’s business. Apparently, he was going on a date, and LSP was basically dying to find out with who. Don’t know why she cares so much, she said it was the “tea” right now and she “needed to know who landed the hunk.” Sucks for her because even I don’t know who Finn went out with, Jake wouldn’t even tell me if it was a guy or girl or other. No species, age, or kingdom. I even tried to bribe him.”

“Maybe he wants to wait a bit before he makes it official. Also, he might be worried that you’d harass whoever he’s interested in.”

“Why would I do that?” Marceline asked. Bonnie twirled her hair.

“You’re like his big sister, and you’re kind of protective. Plus, you have the potential to tell me, and the whole Flame Princess break-up was kind of my fault in a way,” she explained.

“I wouldn’t get involved unless he gets himself in trouble. The kid has to learn somehow, and he won’t learn a thing if we try to protect him from everything.”

“He’s severely traumatized. I think protecting him is understandable,” Bonnie stated.

“I meant in the department of love. It’s best for him to figure out as a teenager just like all other teenagers. Can I continue my story?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, so LSP somehow found out about the date and we ran into each other just outside of Lumpy Space. She was going on and on about how she had to know and I was trying to tell her that no, she didn’t need to know because I didn’t need to know. Then she tried to say that I know nothing about love because I’m, and I quote, “fucking the most stuck-up bitch in all of Ooo and probably everywhere else” which, no, I’m not, and it kind of pissed me off. So maybe I said something insulting her taste in men and then she came for my music. For a girl who acted like a die-hard fan, that was surprising. She also called me a “punk-ass whore” whose only call to fame was “having a daddy that controlled all demons.” Plus some other low swings at my style and life along with more digs at you that may or may not have started a fistfight.”

“You got in a fistfight,” Bonnie repeated.

“Yeah. Obviously, I won. But I am now a wanted woman in Lumpy Space. Worth it but damn some of the things she said stung. I’m also fuming because of what she said about you, since calling you a stuck-up bitch was probably the best of everything she said.”

“Are you still angry and upset, or just upset, or just angry?” Bonnie asked. Marceline thought for a moment.

“Mostly upset, but also angry. Because first off, she doesn’t know you, she knows Princess Bubblegum. The professional. And if she wants to call you names then I have some choice ones for her. Second, I put my heart and soul in my music and I know I have fans, and every song is from my emotions and for some little shit to insult it without even thinking about that is an offence to every musician out there. Third, my dad is the only reason I’m famous? I’m the fucking vampire queen, proud musician, half-demon, a survivor of the Mushroom War, a survivor of the Gum War, slayer of dragons and vampires, former caretaker of the Ice King, the girlfriend of the Princess of the Candy Kingdom, a partner in crime with Finn the Human and Jake the Dog, and so much more! Her only claim to fame is harassing people, being a royal runaway, and a general problem.” Marceline huffed. “She went straight for my pride and it took a hit.”

“Well, you obviously know that she was so wrong about those two things. Insults coming from Lumpy Space Princess mean nothing to me because she’s had it out for me for years. But you are the best musician in Ooo, although I may be a bit biased,” Bonnie reassured. Marceline chuckled.

“More than a bit.”

“Hush, you. You are also a hero in general since you failed to mention that. You have saved my life on many an occasion, as well as the boys, Simon, the Candy Kingdom as a whole, and all the humans on Ooo. LSP doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Bonnie pulled Marceline into a hug where she lingered. She ran her fingers through her thick black hair, working through the knots.

“How do you always calm me down?” she questioned.

“I don’t. You talk through how you’re feeling. It has nothing to do with me.”

“It has everything to do with you. You listen to me. If we were still fighting, I probably would’ve razed a village by now.”

“Those villagers should thank me then,” Bonnie joked. Marceline took a deep breath.

“Thank you. For just being there for me,” she murmured.

“Thank you for defending me. Just know you don’t have to, it’s the burden of being a ruler.”

“You don’t have to support me but here we are.”

“I don’t have to, but I will because I love you,” Bonnie reasoned.

“I love you too. So much. You’re a blessing.”

“That’s a bit much, I’m just a bubblegum person.”

“My bubblegum person.”

“That is true. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. Thanks to you.” She grabbed Bonnie's hand and ran her fingers over her knuckles. "Always thanks to you."

#adventure time #bubbline #bonnibel bubblegum #Marceline Abadeer #chara writes #fanfiction

[troop-scoop]

Mistakes & Regrets XVIII

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Swearing probably, memory (In italics), a firearm.

• • •

“Dad, I’ve got it!” You told him, making him step back. For someone who was almost always dependent on your parents for everything, you could be stubborn and self assured. 

Will only shook his head, the protective earphones over his head, while the instructor showed you how to hold the gun in your hands. “I still don’t like this.” He told Thomas when he walked into the next room where he and Daniel were sitting by the bulletproof glass to watch you.

Daniel hopped down from the chair he was standing on, going to the restroom while WIll took his spot in the wooden chair. “You want her to be scared of guns? This is a good way to be scared of them.” 

Will scoffed a bit, taking off the earwear. “She’s never scared of anything. She can watch horror movies at night and not need all the lights on.”

“She didn’t get that from me.” Thomas jokingly defended. 

“Yeah. . . me neither.” 

When you’d been born, Will cried for an hour while you slept in his arms. Because while he knew he wanted kids, he didn’t know just how much until you held his finger in your hand. But at the same time, he’d never been more scared, even with what he’d been through as a kid. 

“Will,” 

“Tom?”

Will looked up at Thomas while he took his seat next to him, a hand on his shoulder. “Do you need to start talking to the therapist again?” 

Will shook his head. “No, I’m fine.”

“This isn’t fine, Will. The plan wasn’t to have you working from home the rest of our lives because you’re worried.” 

The moment you’d been handed to Will, as a crying, pale, and small little mess wrapped in a blanket, he’d had this feeling that he needed to protect you at all costs, like something terrible was going to happen if he didn’t. It was why he had rules for both you and your brother to follow. 

A muffled shot went off from the other side of the wall, and it made Will jump a bit. Barely a second later you came out, brows furrowed and a crease in the bridge of your nose. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I don’t like it.” You said, walking over and sitting by Will's legs. 

“Was it scary?”

“No. I just didn’t like it.”

• • •

You sat across from Steve, looking down at the gun you’d brought. The chrome reflecting your appearance, even though it was dark and shaped oddly because of the different indents in the metal, as well as the finger prints you’d left on it. 

“Why are you even here if you don’t believe us?” Dustin demanded in a harsh tone, directing it to Max. 

Or Maxine. Which is the name you grew up calling her. And if you were being completely honest, knowing that these people, who had been family and who had big roles in your childhood, went through things like this. And that maybe, the entire time, you’d been there, freaked you out.

So then the question arose of, who taught who? 

Daniel talked about a time paradox theory once, didn’t he? About if you traveled back in time with a lightbulb, and gave it to Thomas Edison, who really invented it? You, who brought it to the past? Or Thomas Edison? Would it be a forever long loop? 

Were you always supposed to end up here? Feeling like all you had was your grandmother, uncle and Steve? All of the phrases and lessons your uncles and aunts taught you that you’d then said back to them now, is this year away from home, part of some big, fucked up loop? God you hoped not. But then maybe you could stop blaming yourself. 

“Just go home.” Dustin added. 

“Dustin,” You said softly, not liking how he was being rude. Max had every reason to question them about what was happening. Nothing about it was believable. 

Max blinked at him for a second before pushing off of the seat she was in “Geesh. Someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?” She climbed up the ladder disappearing on top of the bus. 

“That’s good. Just show her you don’t-”

“Steve.” You interrupted, catching his attention and shaking your head. “Care.” He finished, playing with his lighter and looking at the younger boy. 

“I don’t.” Dustin stated. “Why are you winking, Steve? Stop.” 

You grinned a little, making eye contact as Steve looked at you with a bit of a smile on his face as well. “Don’t be weird, Harrington.” You told him softly, only getting a nod from him. 

You were never one for big groups of friends, but you knew that your parents would be worried if you told them you only had one, who was graduating soon and would probably be off doing his own thing come August, too busy to hang out with a sixteen year old. 

Steve wanted to go to college, but whenever he spoke about it, it always sounded like he wanted to go not because he genuinely wanted to, but out of obligation. Because someone was expecting him to. He applied to a college back in September, with an essay you helped him on. 

“You hear back from the college in Chicago?” 

Looking up to you again, Steve shook his head, a bit of hair falling in his face as he continued to play with his lighter. 

Sighing, you placed the gun down next to you before reaching your hands out to him, he gave you a look of confusion, before smiling and grabbing your hands, pulling you closer to him. You ended up with your hip against Steve’s thigh, while you rested an arm on his knee that was bent and pointed to the ceiling. 

“What about the one in California?” 

Steve sighed a bit. “I should know by Christmas.”

“Ya know, if it helps, even just a little, California’s expensive. You’ll have to pay to do your laundry, rent is really expensive, and college is already expensive enough, I don't think you’d need all of that piled on top.” 

“Laundry costs money?” 

You didn’t mean to, but you laughed, nodding a bit. “Yeah.” You told him. “You would be able to just drive down to mommy and daddy’s to do your laundry if you went to the one in Indianapolis.” 

Steve smiled at you, handing you his lighter for a moment, and your first realization was that it was much heavier than the Bic lighters you used to be able to get at the liquor store down the street from the condo you and your family once lived in. 

“Or I could do it at your place.” He pointed out, and it made a genuine and lazy smile come to your face. 

“Or you could come to my place.” You agreed, and even though it was stupid, it made your heart almost flutter. The idea that Steve would go to your place to do laundry rather than his house seemed silly, but you were for sure more fun than his almost 65 year old father and mother in her early 40’s. 

You shared a small smile with him, before looking away and down at the  lighter he’d handed you, flicking it open and making an ‘o’ sound when the small flame ignited. “Let there be light.” You joked, looking back at Steve. 

But he was already looking at you instead of the small flame you held, an absent-minded smile on his face, almost a goofy looking one. 

“What?”

“You don’t have issues.” He observed. “Family issues, anyway. You talk about them like you still love them, and that they loved you. And I mean. . . Carol’s mom never even let her leave the house unless she knew that I’d be the one driving. So from what I know, parents who love you, and care, wouldn’t ever let you move to a completely different town in the middle of nowhere at the age of fifteen, and never even call at the very least. So what happened?” 

You could tell he’d thought about it before. Much like how you’d thought about his own familial life. And while you were sure his was complicated, you were sure your own was even more so. 

Shrugging you looked at your knee, holding the lighter still, letting the small flame illuminate what little it could. Before you could say anything he put his hand on your knee, mimicking you. “Back when all of this was starting, back when I had that stupid party? We had beer, and cigarettes there, and when I told the cops the truth, my dad wasn’t upset that I was getting drunk or smoking, but because I was ruining the ‘family name’” He used his fingers as air quotes. “

He was trying to make you feel comfortable enough to tell him even the smallest amount about what happened to you and your family, and it worked, because looking at the lighter again, you began to speak. “It was the week after freshman year started. . . They decided to pack up and go on a road trip. Like an impulse that my dad had, he’d never been impulsive before. But we went. And Pa- someone got mad at me, so I ran off.” Looking back at Steve you saw the soft gaze he gave you. “I basically ran away because my family was mad at me. And I haven’t gone back. And I can’t.”

A growl echoes from outside, and within a heartbeat, you, Steve and Dustin were at the little opening between metal scrap to look out the window. The fog covered most of the ground outside, making it near impossible to see ‘Dart’ as Dustin called it if it was out there. All you could see was the pile of raw meat and beat down cars. 

Holding onto the sleeve of Steve’s jacket, your eyes darted around, looking for the thing that, more likely than not, was from the place you hated. 

“You see him?” Dustin asked, the bill of his hat brushing against your forehead due to the tight space. 

You shook your head, but Steve answered verbally “No.” 

“Lucas! What’s going on?” Dustin asked, looking to the roof of the bus while you could feel Steve move his arm in your grasp before he took your hand in his. 

“Hold on!” Lucas shouted back. “I’ve got eyes! Ten o’clock! Ten o’clock!”  Lucas’ voice stuttered halfway through, either from being unsure, or scared. 

You pointed to the window, seeing the dark figure that was about the size of a medium sized dog lurking by the edge of the junkyard. “There.” 

“What's he doing?” 

“I don’t know.” 

Instead of going after the raw meat, the thing just stood there, and you could hear the low chittering, it sent goosebumps up your spine, having your grip on Steve’s hand tighten. For a moment all you could remember or even think about, was when you hid in a treehouse, occasionally looking through a crack between two slats of wood to look down below to see one of those. 

“He’s not taking the bait.” Steve stated the obvious. “Why is he not taking the bait?” 

“Maybe he’s not hungry?” Dustin suggested. 

“Maybe he’s sick of cow.” Steve suggested right after, but it came off as more of a statement than a question like Dustin’s. He stepped back from the window, his hand still in yours as he continued to stare at the window for one last moment in thought. 

Steve looked to you, his expression unreadable as you gave his hand a light squeeze. “What are you thinking?”  You inquired, voice low. 

He looked down to where you’d previously been sitting, grabbing the gun and handing it to you, grip first. 

Letting go of your hand he stepped towards the door without saying anything. You reached out to grab him, demand what he was going to do, and probably tell him it was a stupid idea, that he’d get himself killed. But that was just Steve, right? Doing things that seemed stupid at first, until it actually worked out in his favor. 

Usually, you chalked it up to luck, dumb luck, but still luck nonetheless. But if it was just that, that simple four letter word that was always brought up on Saint Patrick’s Day, then it was going to run out eventually. 

But you trusted him, so like an idiot, you didn’t grab him. 

“Steve? Steve, what are you doing?” Dustin demanded, worry clear in his voice. “Steve?” You reached out for Dustin’s shoulder, watching as Steve grabbed the bat. 

Turning back to look at you guys, he said “Just get ready.” He turned back around and went to the door. 

You could feel your heart rate speed up, the blood in your veins go ice cold for a few seconds out of fear, and your hands were unsteady as you held the metal lighter in hand, having snapped it closed when you heard Dart outside. 

The loud creaking of aluminum was heard as he opened the door, and for a moment, you found yourself asking any god there was to make sure Steve didn’t get hurt. You were raised by two men who were told all their lives that anyone who was attracted to someone of the same sex would burn in hell, or that they were a sinner. It was no surprise that you weren’t raised with religion. Who would want to raise their child in a religion that condemned something they couldn’t control. 

The doors creaked again as Dustin closed them. Looking down at your gun, you could hear your dad’s voice asking you if it was scary, and while as a child, it wasn’t, it was now. All these years older and you’d grown afraid.

“What’s he doing?” Maxine demanded as she got to the bottom of the latter, going to the window where Dustin was watching. 

“Expanding the menu.” He answered. 

Turning the safety off of the pistol, you walked towards the door, stopping at the first seat and watching carefully from the small opening there. 

Through the fog you could see him swing the bat, getting himself ready as he planted his feet.  “Steve, watch out!” Lucas yelled from the top of the bus. 

“A little busy here!” Steve shouted back, not turning around, Dart and him would be having a staring contest if the thing had eyes. 

“Three o’clock!” 

You turned to look at Dustin and Max who were already staring at you, seemingly waiting for your next move. But there wasn’t much of one you could make. Knowing Steve, and the manner that he left the bus in, He’d be furious that you left the bus. And while you were never one to listen to a boy not much older than you, or even middle aged teachers, you didn’t know what you’d do if you left the bus and one of them got hurt. 

“Shit.” You mumbled seeing more in the direction Lucas was yelling about. You move the two feet to the door, Dustin following your lead as you pulled open the rusting doors. 

“Steve!” You shouted to get his attention as Dustin did the same.

“Steve! Abort! Abort!”  

You held up the pistol, your index finger finding the trigger and firing as one of the creatures began to sprint in Steve’s direction The bullet barely grazed it. 

Steve rolled over the hood of a car as Lucas and Max joined in on yelling at Steve to get him back inside the bus. 

You didn’t have much time to think, one second being on your feet, and the next flat on your ass, back against Dustin’s leg as Steve landed against you. Feet pushing the door closed. 

One of their arms burst through, and the kids ran to the back of the bus while Steve got back up and began to hit the thing’s limb with the bat. 

Pushing yourself up off the ground when you heard Dustin on his walkie and them all scream and get up from the ground you made your way over, as a loud thudding came from on top of the roof. 

Max looked at you, before back up at the emergency exit above her. THe fear was evident on her face before she even let out the scream which had you and Steve both running over, with you grabbing Max and Steve pushing the four of you behind him. 

“Out of the way! Out of the way!” He yelled, before directing his attention to the dog like creature that was looking down at the four of five of you. “You want some? Come get this!” 

Mid growl, the creature looked up, chittering at nothing before he turned and hopped off of the bus, shaking the broken down vehicle in the process. 

You were stunned into silence, but you quietly turned the safety of the pistol back on and tucked it away. 

Looking at the floor beneath you, you felt someone grab your hand. Looking up you saw Steve looking at you, quietly mouthing the words ‘you okay?’ to you. Nodding you gave his hand a half-hearted squeeze before he began to lead you to the front of the bus, letting go of your hand to open the door and quietly step out. 

“What happened?” Lucas questioned, as if any of you would know the answer to his question. 

“I don’t know.” Max responded

“Steve scared ‘em off?” Dustin suggested in a more inquiring tone while you stepped off the bus, looking at Steve while he looked off in the direction ‘Dart’ and his friends ran in. 

“No. No way.” Steve answered, turning to look at the middle schoolers. “They’re going somewhere.”

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[anika-ann]

Hands Too Cold, but Heart of Gold - Pt.2

The Partnership

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Matt Murdock x reader (no SR x MM x r)

Word count: 2250

Summary: Avenger!reader AU, love triangle. Daredevil is so-so warming up to the team... some of its members anyway. Steve is too busy being furious with you. Or is he?

Warnings: pissed off Steve, mentions of violence, swearing, fluff, mild angst…? 

Story Masterlist

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If anyone was watching, they probably thought they were high and hallucinating. The quinjet basically landed on water, opening precisely for you to just leave the pier and enter the ramp lash entrance without faltering in your steps. You walked in, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen on your tail, the tension in his shoulders obvious.

“Hi, Elsa. Looking as good as ever. DD, good to see you again,” Tony’s voice welcomed you, confirming your suspicion. Everyone was now here, probably. Wonderful.

“Mr. Stark,” Daredevil acknowledged him with a nod.

You, on the other hand, ignored the greeting. If he was starting with Elsa, you were not about to speak to him unless necessary, even when he told you that you looked good – hell, it had been like an hour since he had seen you. Jerk.

“Wow, look at you, kiddo. Good job. Daredevil, we haven’t met yet-“ Clint stood up from his seat, hand extended.

“Meaning you haven’t stalked me and tried to get me to join your team?”

Clint wasn’t surprised or concerned about the distance the masked man kept, withdrawing his hand easily. “Yep. Name’s Clint Barton.”

The Devil just nodded again, not giving up his own name. Shocker.

“Daredevil. Welcome on board. Hey, our new recruitment expert.” Tasha gave you a significant look saying ‘brace yourself’. You picked up on it immediately.

“Hey, Natasha. Is Steve mad?” you asked innocently despite knowing the answer for sure.

“Yes,” sounded from behind you quietly, a brief warning from the Devil, as the man in question appeared, his footsteps heavy and angry.

“You are in so much trouble, missy!”

You made a face. “Steve, do not call me ‘missy’. It’s the on the top of the bad words list, seriously, who the fuck taught you that?” you teased him lightly, the humour leaving you when you found yourself under his strict gaze. Not just strict; worried. Hurt. “I’m not sorry for turning it off. You weren’t exactly helping.”

“I appreciated it,” Daredevil supported you unexpectedly and you eyed him, fighting a smile, unable to resist the warmth of satisfaction in your chest.

“Yeah, well, the job is done. Congratulation. Now turn it on again, or so help me god, I’ll cuff you with powers-restrictors and you’re sitting this mission out,” Steve grumbled, spinning on his heels, returning to the cockpit without another word.

You blinked in surprise at the harshness, heavy guilt settling in your stomach. Surely it wasn’t such a big deal? No, there hadn’t even been a real danger; Steve wouldn’t be so pissed about something like this, not normally. Something was wrong.

You left Daredevil’s side, making your way after Steve.

“Leave him. He’s just a grumpy old man,” Tony hummed, drinking some energy drink through a straw.

You ignored him. This wasn’t grumpiness, this was anxiety. Steve was anxious about something and it wasn’t you turning off your comms.

You entered the cockpit, hearing Clint trying to socialize with the Devil while Natasha interjected with the plan so the Devil would be brought up to speed.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Anderson,” your captain growled, pretending to be perfectly focused on piloting a plane that could just easily run on autopilot. The tendons in his forearms were so tightened he could cut something with them.

You gulped. Anderson. The spy name you were given by S.H.I.E.L.D. after your real persona had to die. No one on team called you that. Ever.

Crap. This is bad.

You sat down next to him despite his protest.

“That’s too bad. Because-“

“I don’t care about apologies.”

You scoffed. “Good, ‘cause you’re not getting one.”

His statue-like posture shifted and his eyes turned to you for a fraction of a second before returning to staring ahead blankly, pretending to see what was in front of them. He didn’t say a word.

You bit your lip, covering his right hand with yours gently. His fingers twitched, but otherwise he didn’t react to your gesture. You ran your thumb over his knuckles.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on? And don’t try that bullshit about being angry because of me cutting you off. You knew it was a good move. Talk to me, Steve,” you whispered, observing his hard expression, wondering what he was hiding behind it. Steve had always been good at perceiving your emotions – and thanks to the way he had opened to you, it went both ways. But now, he was closing off and you hated it. “Please.”

Steve remained silent. It might seem he didn’t even listen to you, but you could tell he was struggling with something. Steve was… a sweetheart. A kick-ass serum-powered stubborn reckless sweetheart. He cared for people. He worried. And he thought the serum had not only made him the most famous American hero, but also transformed him into Atlas – he believed he needed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders and protect everyone else. You knew that this was why your crush was pointless – he would always saw you as the newbie, as the little sister who needed protection and couldn’t bear the weight of what he was carrying – like for example right now.

“There’s something out of place,” he said quietly and you supressed the rush of joy into your abdomen at his honesty. And silenced the ‘you mean beside the fact the daughter of the Secretary of the Treasury was kidnapped from her private school together with three other girls, taken by a human trafficking ring?’, knowing now was not the time. The Secretary was out of his mind. This would be a STRIKE team mission, but he demanded Captain America and the Avengers. “Something just doesn’t feel right. Maybe paranoia is to getting me-”

The Secretary demanded the Avengers; for some reason, Steve didn’t think it was enough and wanted the Devil on it too; because he had a bad feeling about this. It all made sense now.

You squeezed his hand and he turned it up to catch your hand in his and reciprocate the gesture, not caring he let go of the controller – the plane was still on autopilot then. He really had been sitting here only for show. You mentally rolled your eyes.

“Well, you’re old enough for that, but I don’t think it’s paranoia, Steve.” His blue eyes met yours, allowing you to glimpse at the unsettling uneasiness inside of him. “You have good instincts and you have every right to trust them. I know I do.”

His posture slightly relaxed, the corners of his lips rising just inconspicuously. “Thank you.”

“I’ll keep the irresponsibility to minimum. Even smaller minimum than usual. I promise. I’ll be on the highest alert,” you reassured him softly, sensing his stiffness resolving completely. Oh dear god, this man worried for others so much. He needed something light in his life.

You squeezed his hand one more time, rising to your feet and patting his shoulder, determined to light up the mood by quoting him. “If they hurt me, I’ll hurt them back. And I’ll walk it off if they kill-“

“Don’t say it.”  

His hand shoot up to your wrist, stopping you before you could finish and leave. You met his eyes once more, curling your fingers around his own wrist.

“I’ll be careful, Steve. I promise. Just try to do the same, okay?”

He smiled at the open display of care; it was nothing rare, yet, he would probably always find it precious. He was Captain America, he was meant to worry about others; you could understand why he was moved by someone else taking the role of the concerned friend.

“Go meet the Devil properly. You’re paired with him.”

You blinked in surprise, tilting your head to side. “Why me?”

“ ’Cause he seems to trust you enough to join the mission,” Steve stated, sounding as if it was obvious.

Oh. Okay, you could see his point.

“Are you saying the others don’t trust me then?” you demanded, pretending to be wounded. Maybe not completely pretending. You were the newbie after all, you would understand if they would be reluctant to do so even after the missions you had had together.

“Oh come on, Snowflake. You know we do.”

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You entered the larger space only to find Daredevil in the company of Clint and Tony. Tasha had probably run him through the basics of the mission and now was getting ready, while the guys were trying to interrogate the temporary addition to the team.

The Devil shot you a brief smile as you appeared and the other men noticed you too.

“But seriously. Is it Lucifer? Or is something like Raphael, like the archangel, and you’re trolling everyone?” Tony demanded and you snorted, the corners of Devil’s lips rising higher.

“No, Mr. Stark. It’s neither. Give up.”

You pated the billionaire’s shoulder. “You should suit up. We’re almost there. Plus I need to talk strategy with my partner.”

Clint grinned at Tony’s shocked expression. The man to be Iron Man gaped at Daredevil, pointing at him accusingly. “That’s not fair! Why do you get to be with the cool one?”

You rolled your eyes at the lame pun while Clint just snickered, getting up to prepare his gear.

“No, seriously. I bet I’m paired with the old man again.”

Daredevil shrugged. “Birds of feather flock together.”

You burst out laughing at the daring man who pointed out Tony’s age.

“Motherf-“

“Language!” you called out, your voice supported by three more, including one from the cockpit. Tony raised his chin, his hand imitating an offended diva gesture, which somehow activated his suit that started wrapping around him.

“Savages, all of you.” He turned his back to you and you approached the Devil, sitting next to him.

“That okay? You being paired with me?” you asked quietly.

“Of course. I get to be with the cool one. Can I ask what your abilities are exactly? Just to know-“

“Sure. Though you pretty much experienced it. I can create and manipulate ice, lower temperature of anything to almost absolute zero. It… can get nasty, but I’m trying to avoid that.”

“Understand. I don’t kill either.”

“I know.” He huffed out a laugh, less wry than you would expect from someone who just found out you had done a lot of reading on them. “You have a very good hearing and you kick ass. Anything else?”

He licked his lips, wavering. “Pretty much everything is amplified. Not just my hearing.”

Your eyes went wide in surprise. What? How— as in everything? Like his vision, sense of touch, sense of smell, taste too? “I’m not sure-“

“Would you like a demonstration?” You nodded without thinking. “Alright. Uhm… your heartbeat-“ just stopped, you wanted to say, because what the fuck- “is slower than average. You’re using a shampoo with… lilac, but there’s something I can’t really place. It’s adding to your aura, which is somehow colder – not because of the temperature, that’s normal, I guess maybe the device under your right ribs has something to with that – but… something cold, fresh.”

You felt your mouth fall open. Holy shit. He… how the hell did he perceive all that? Including the device that kept your body temperature in check?

He extended his hand and hovered over yours on your thigh. You wanted to ask what was he doing, but the answer came before you found the courage.

“Your hands, they are a bit colder and I can feel them… bursting with energy even when you’re not doing anything. It’s— I’m sorry. I’m scaring you. I didn’t want to-“

“It’s okay,” you blurted out, your voice unnaturally high and in stark contrast to his quiet and measured. He was scaring you a little, okay, but you had practically asked him. And you lived with a bunch of strange people, this shouldn’t freak you out, and it didn’t, it was just… “Surprising. But okay. Shocking, maybe. Fascinating. Terrible – how do you live like this? Knowing so much about people?”

You were glad he didn’t mention he could probably see every pore on your skin and- “Jesus, wait, you don’t have an x-ray vision too, do you?”

He chuckled, relaxing as he realized you weren’t scared or offended. “No. No, I don’t have an x-ray vision. And I promise I wouldn’t peek… without your permission.”

You let out incredulous laugh. Did he just… flirt with you?

“Good to know you’re a gentleman, Daredevil.”

“What do I call you?” he asked softly, tilting his head curiously. It was incredibly cute.

“Hm?”

“I know you heard me.”

You shrugged and settled with honesty and light joking. “Anything you want, I guess. Frostbite. Snow Queen. Really, there are number of options.”

“But not Snowflake,” he suspected, his voice falling even lower, sending your heart racing.

“No… uhm, I would rather if you didn’t call me that, yeah. It’s…”

“Too personal. I understand. Anderson?”

“Fake last name. Agent Anderson. What I became after I… died. You can go with that,” you offered, pushing down the unpleasant feeling it gave you.

“You don’t like it.”

“I don’t,” you confirmed with a shrug. Then you offered him to call you your first name, because that made the most sense really.

He just smiled, a boyish smile you wouldn’t expect on a face of man who beat up people in back alleys on regular basis. Then again, you really should know better by now, considering who you worked with.

“I’ll think about it.”  

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Part 3

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[mynumberfivethings]

i have another blog where i write fic for another fandom and i talk it out a lot w anons mostly so others will see those interactions and say something along the lines of: “oh man, i love this idea, i’d love to write it too but ur already gonna do it, so no point” but i constantly encourage them to write it anyways bc i am the type of person who loves to read and re read the SAME concept/trope over and over bc i enjoy it so much, so like, what? ten similar stories written by ten different writers? SIGN ME TF UP pls! u know? 

and the fact is, there hasn’t been a genuinely “original” idea in forever, so ya know, fuck it up ppl! it’s fanfiction! idc! 

so when ppl get mad about others writing v similar fics (as long as its not an obviously word for word copy stolen from the original work) i just cannot wrap my head around said anger? 

like, my longest WIP in ao3 rn is this tua AU im really enjoying working on and i remember being in the shower in early september one morning and getting the idea, which is basically: ooh, what if the temps commission decided to save five fifteen years into the apocalypse instead and he worked for them for a couple of years and he broke his contract at age 30 and after doing some math decided that the best way to stop the apocalypse from ever coming to fruition was to murder reggie??? but then he gets stuck raising the rest of his siblings (all of who are only 14, since in this AU he’s only been missing a year in their timeline)---and basically i had this idea and thought oh shit, this would be so cool bc there’s SO MUCH to explore, like reginalds death, five being mr. mom, grace gaining full autonomy thanks to five, pogo finally owning up to some shit, the kids realizing the extent of the abuse they suffered and getting to be KIDS! the temps commission eventually hunting five down! vanya’s meds could be addressed and everyones shock at learning she has POWERS! like, damn, the possibilities in my head were ENDLESS 

so as soon as i hopped out of the shower i wrote the general gist of the idea down in my phone notes app and left it there for like two days? only bc as much as i felt this fic calling my name i also knew it was going to be A LOT and i wasn’t sure if i was up to the task. so two days pass and i end up writing the first chapter, editing, revising, etc and i look at the final product and im happy w it so i post that bitch, and the next morning i wake up to this person complaining in my inbox that i ripped off their idea, and i looked at their fic (the titles are SO SIMILAR!! it’s a quote from season 2-”I’m the daddy”) and the summaries are also very similar, and they posted it literally two days before me, on the VERY  same day i had the idea originally and i just think its so funny bc like, BRUH, i was over here like look at me w my original ass idea, i love this AU, omg, big galaxy brained bitch over here that i am, hehehe, only to find out that our brain cells, from probably thousands of miles away connected very briefly on that early September day to come up w the exact same concept, like. damn. 

i did read their fic tho, and thankfully they took it in a v different direction and so while the general idea was the same, the stories differed SO MUCH so i was just shook, like, dude, did u even read my story??? 

BUT ANYWAY, all this to say: there has never been, nor will there ever be, an original idea, if we’re in the same fandom, i guarantee we’ve all shared ONE single braincell at some point and come up w the same fic idea, gif idea or meme idea and i think that’s fuckin swell honestly.  

#not tua #technically #writing #fics #ao3 #i've never understood ppl getting big mad over this type of stuff tbh #unless the person is literally plagiarizing word for word and its stupid obvious they stole ur work then its all inconsequential #im in the state of mind of oh shit cake! #sees the same cake only w different frosting next to it #oh shit more cake! #sees the same cake only its three layered #oh shit moooore cake?!? #like #pls #feed me all the cake #i love it

[qrbie]

The Masterlist

Hey. I know it’s been ages since my last fic rec, but my motivation is slowly building again and I think I’m going to have a big one coming up soon. Meanwhile, I tossed a ton onto @0nceuponafanfic, so she might have something brewing for y’all. Anyways, I’ve been updating this thing, so if you ever need a pile to fall back on when I’m MIA, here you go!

Please tell me if I’m missing something, like a trigger warning or a link to someone’s Tumblr. Also don’t be afraid to rec me your favorite fics or even your own fics! I wanna see them. If you want to request fic recs, I’m open for those too! Even if you don’t have fics or even a specific purpose, come to my inbox and mess around. I’m bored and want human interaction.

‘allo people! yeah yeah yeah It’s been AGES since the last update so I’mma dump some new fics into here soon. I’m also gonna fix up the organization a bit. so sayonara and see ya later!

As always, stay hydrated!

Happy pride, everyone!

Last updated 6/23

1-Chapter bits of fluff or angst or something else

one hell of a hook | A TodoBaku fic... but don’t let that drive you away! This is an amazing fic, so please give it a try before you judge.

Mafia Au | What if Present Mic was a yakuza boss and Aizawa was a spy? (There’s a lot more to this, including a lot more art, over at @nartothelar‘s blog)

UA Music Conservatory | a series of one-shots in an AU where UA is actually a music school.

Silent Shadow | has the potential to evolve into something bigger. Nomu!Midoriya is Kurogiri’s protege. So cool.

Present Mic’s Awesome Mixtape 2.0 | Aizawa doesn’t like any kind of music. Shocking, right? After discovering this, Yamada has a new goal. Find a type of music Aizawa likes.

cultivating something so divine | Vet!Kiribaku, with so much fluff and animals and mutual pining that even the hardest of hearts can be softened.

The story of how Midoriya Izuku won the Sport Festival | I love a good dose of Crack Treated Seriously, and here’s some.

Trash Goblin Finds Love | “Bakugou. This is the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.”

president of the krbk club | Whenever something exciting happens, what does Midoriya do? Whip out his notebooks, of course. So what happens when Bakugou isn’t pushing Kirishima away?

It's Hard to Get Past Some Things | Whenever Midoriya’s drunk, Todoroki’s his designated caretaker. What happens when drunk Midoriya decides to talk about kids (or pups, whatever)? (A/B/O)

it's just the little things | Bakugou’s interactions over the years (stealing from the official summary here)

The Knock-On Effect | There’s only a couple types of knocks that Bakugou likes. Kirishima’s knocks in the middle of the night are one of them.

Smile for me, would you? | Unlike the rest of us, Present Mics has goals, and actually follows through with them. This goal? Make his neighbor, Shouta Aizawa, smile.

Shadowed Soul, Electric Eyes (We'll Be Okay) | What if Tokoyami and Kaminari, people with completely different quirks, got quirk-swapped?

A Matter of Pride | How everyone in BNHA came out. That’s it. It’s so fluffy, though.

firedancer | Unlike the rest of these, this one has the tiniest bit of angst. So little you’d need a microscope, though. Whenever someone falls in love, romantically, platonically, or any other way, a flower appears on their skin. Kirishima has a ton of flowers, but where are Bakugou’s?

A Mile in New Shoes (and A Mile Too Far) | Artist!Bakugou is invited to his first house party... Luckily he has three guys showing him around.

Boy things | Ashido loves her friends, but sometimes it gets lonely being the only girl in the Bakusquad. Good thing they understand!

come home to me | Kiribaku might’ve gotten a telepathic connection... There’s so much fluff in this one!

one to ten | Kirishima wants to date Bakugou, but he’s gotta climb the ladder of friendship first!

Get Mad! | Bakugou teaches Eri how to cope, and Eri returns the favor.

bakugatsu | Yeah, I know this is 20 chapters long, but it’s basically 20 drabbles compiled together by the amazing wonhaebunny!

a mix of six | Probably my favorite series of all time, no matter the fandom. What happens when Aizawa and Hizashi adopt Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and Eri?

KiriBaku Week 2020 | A series by PoorUnfortunateSoul - full of fluff!

Safety In Numbers | A little bit of fluff and a lot of parental Erasermic.

Multi-chapter Stories

How To Get Adopted Without Letting Your Dad Know He's Adopting You, A Guide By Class 1-A | Good old fashioned school fluff. (WIP)

Dandelion | No masterlist is complete without at least one fic from the legendary Broken Realities, right? So here’s @owlf45‘s fic... (there’s a lot more! Check out the Broken Realities Collection on Ao3 for at least some of them... I bet there’s a lot more floating around.) (WIP)

Phosphenes | A Naruto/BNHA crossover, Mina is reborn from Naruto, and learns to navigate life even with such a big burden on her shoulders. (WIP)

Flour Power | Kirishima and Bakugou are supposed to take care of a sack of flour for a school project. What could go wrong?

Not really a villain, but close enough | “Aizawa didn't expect the raid to go so well. he didn't expect the informant to be so useful and well-mannered. who was hi kidding? Aizawa didn't expect the informant to be a kid. but the green-eyed boy cuffed to the interrogation table was wiling to help, and Aizawa wasn't one to look the gift horse in the mouth“ (WIP)

green haze | Vigilante!Midoriya is known as the Green Haze, a vigilante, Eraserhead’s supposed to capture. Shenanigans happen.

2am Knows All Secrets | One of those classic Kiribaku fics that trickle through the ranks. Lots of fluff, with good ol’ tropes like sharing a bed and mutual pining and Good Friends, and-it’s great.

The life of a hero | Such a good series. It’s so amazing. It gives angst and pain but then soothes it over with fluff, but then it tears you apart... and then it gives you life... a great read.

The Last Resort | This is basically pure angst. It’s so painful, but it’s such a good story... Shinsou was sold as a young child to a yakuza. This yakuza would rent out people for their quirks... This is an amazing read, but don’t expect any fluff from this. (Check the tags! WIP)

¥300 Shampoo | When Aizawa’s working on a book at the cafe, he certainly doesn’t expect someone pulling his hair. He definitely doesn’t expect getting a free haircut out of it, either.

quote love unquote | Take the official summary “When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.”

lovin is easy | Blasty doesn’t get “feelings,” so here’s five times Bakugou doesn’t get love and one time he does. (WIP)

The Empath & The Mind Reader | Bakugou is a mind reader, and Kirishima is a empath. If both of them can literally know what the other person’s feeling/thinking, why are they still dancing around each other? (WIP, Contains smut, Anxiety attacks)

and finally I see the world in color (the violet stands out, thanks to you) | This fic deserves a LOT more than just 76 kudos. Sometimes people miss out on amazing fics just because it’s a femslash. Momojirou, where Yaoyaorozu is a businesslady who is bored with her life and everything else, until she happens upon the rambunctious band Dark Shadow. Seriously, please read this! (WIP)

Behind The Scenes | A KiriBaku actor AU. What happens when you start falling for your co-star - and your on-screen love interest? (WIP, It’s rated E for smut, but there isn’t any yet)

We Didn't Start the Fire | What if Touya decided to make something out of himself instead of becoming a villain? This is amazing, by the way. (WIP)

it seems i'm never letting go | Here’s how I summarized it to myself... “Koi no yokan... will Blasty experience it? (His sister left)” By the way, koi no yokan is basically love at first sight, Japanese-style. (WIP)

Lips Like Blood | What happens when Bakugou, a mage, falls in love with the one person who can’t love him back? (WIP)

Charm Me, Loser | A Hogwarts AU that has no right being that ingenius and amazing. My only problem with it is sorta small... There’s already a wizarding school in Japan... Why aren’t they going there? (WIP)

Gotta Get Away | Tsuyu and Bakugou are out getting some new hero merch together because of the new buddy system at UA. What happens when they’re mistaken for a couple? (WIP)

Opposed to the Typical | A fashion AU. This is ridiculously good. It feels like the author was actually in the Japanese fashion industry! (WIP, smut, past child abuse, mental health issues)

One Day at a Time | Pretty genius idea, actually. Bakugou and Uraraka are trapped in what is essentially a time-speeder-upper. What’s going to be a day for their classmates is going to be a year for them. What will they do in that year together? (WIP, it’s rated Mature but it’s pretty innocent so far)

The UA Quarantine Collection | Basically, a bunch of authors got together and made a ton of one-shots of what Class 1A is doing in quarentine. Technically it isn’t a coherent story, but I’m counting it as one. There’s two versions, a clean version and a version with all the smutty bits. The smutty one’s the second story in the series. This one’s linked to the clean one. (WIP)

Midoriya Fuckin' Izuku | This is an amazing fic! It has a ton of TWs, though. Make sure to read the tags before starting it! (WIP)

Seeing Double | A very good, and very long, fantasy AU. (WIP, smut)

Broken, but Still Good | Bakugou was rescued, after four years, from an illegal alpha fighting ring. Can Kirishima, a beta, help him back to society? Pay attention to the tags. (WIP, A/B/O)

Broken Wings | Kirishima’s a dragon who was rescued from the dragon slave trade by the mysterious Bakugou Katsuki, I don’t know what else to say. (WIP)

The Roast of Class 2-A | Have a crackfic. (WIP)

The Space Between | Midoriya’s a photojournalist who is just starting out. One fateful night, he goes to photograph the Antiheros in concert. (WIP, mild smut)

A Fissile Family | Bakugou’s been kidnapped by the League of Villains again. They’re actually sorta a weird family. (WIP)

Mochi Mochi | Just take the official summary.��“Ochako never saw a problem with DM-ing an internationally known actor her grocery lists, absolutely certain that he'd never see them. That is—until he replies. And who the hell does he think he is to tell her mochi isn't real food?”

Green as the Leaves, and Red as a Rose | A TodoDeku flower shop AU. (WIP)

remember my name | Post-UA, Bakugou realizes that some things are for forever.

Blinding Shapes | What happens when soulmates, a blind abstract artist and a burnt out barista meet?

a heart swelled to bursting | Mind the tags, here. Training camp part 2 for Class 2A. (WIP)

manly man falls for manliest man | What happens when businessman!Kirishima meets his idol, and maybe biggest celebrity crush ever, actor!Bakugou? (Smut)

Miscellaneous Stuff From Other Fandoms

I have some Harry Potter fics lying around somewhere, so I’m going to add those later.

Stucco Hearts | One of my absolute favorite soulmate fics ever, from Percy Jackson.

Christmas and Chill | A old series I sorta just came across again from PJO.

The Florist and the Punk | Maybe another old series from PJO.

Hearts Need Love | Keep an eye on the tags! This is my favorite PJO fic of all time.

Our Songs | It’s good if I spent half an hour trying to find it again. It’s a Solangelo songfic.

Some random writers I recommend (A lot more coming along-I’m in the middle of a ton of different fics right now)

aloneintherain | @captainkirkk

wonhaebunny | @wonhaebunny

rosedvst

Sif (Rosae) | @intothedarknessigo

kiritime

sinderellaa

aloera | @aloera

Argentina | @junepixel

KuriKuri | @letaizawarest

#the pleb's fic recs #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heros of olympus #percy jackson #fic recs #kiribaku #bakushima #jiroumomo #tododeku #dabi is a todoroki #bakusquad #actor au #band au #mind reader #empath #artist au #coffee shop au #kacchaco #businessman au #flower shop au #league of villains #soulmates #fantasy au #fashion au

[zhydoesart]

Remus

First/Previous Next

Trigger warnings: past abuse, food, mentions of eating

Relationships: background romantic LAMP, familial DRLAMP, familial/platonic Dukeceit

Word count: 1.9K

AO3

Summary: The Sanders manage to rescue a friend of Janus' from an abusive household, but removing someone from a damaging situation doesn't just magically fix all the trauma.

When Patton had pulled up in front of Janus' school, Janus (age 9) had practically bounded up to him, hand in hand with another boy about his age.

"I made a friend!" Janus had told Patton excitedly. "His name is Remus."

The other boy had grinned, and his front teeth had a gap. "Hello! Nice to meet you, Mr. Sanders!"

"It's nice to meet you too, Remus." Remus had held out his hand, and Patton had stifled a chuckle as he'd shook the small hand.

When Janus (14) had come home from his friend Remus' house crying, Patton had immediately known something was wrong. Janus had told him a tale of violence and described Remus' bruises and Remus' parents harsh words and Patton had to do something.

He still doesn't know how they managed to win custody. They'd had a lawyer friend of theirs, Remy, do most of the actual law stuff, but they'd reported Remus' parents to the CPS and had somehow managed to get custody over any of the other possible parental candidates. He's so, so grateful that everything worked out, for Remus’ sake. He deserves better, and hopefully Patton and his husbands can provide that for him.

Remus lives with the Sanders now that his parents are in prison for two years. They'd had to get another bed, and he shares a room with Janus.

Patton is walking past Janus' door when he hears crying. He stops and listens; it's definitely crying. Janus is at the mall with Logan and Roman, so it must be Remus.

Patton knocks gently on the door. He doesn't get a response, so he eases it open.

Remus is sitting on his bed, arms curled around his knees, which are pulled to his chest. He's crying, and Patton bites his lip.

"Hey there, ki— Remus." He's been deliberately not addressing Remus as his kid, since Remus is not his kid (as he keeps reminding himself).

Remus glances up at him and sniffles, but he doesn't speak.

"Can I come in?" Patton asks.

"Well, actually, it's 'may I come in,'" Remus corrects a little cheekily. "I learned that from Logan."

"Of course you did." That's just like Logan. Of course he's teaching eighth graders about can vs. may, Logan always used to pester Patton whenever he'd use the wrong one. "So, may I come in?"

Remus smiles weakly at Patton's attempts. "Yeah." Patton closes the door softly behind him, settling down next to Remus on his bed.

"Is this about your parents?" Remus nods. "Do you want to talk about it?" A shrug. "Okay. Do you want me to stay with you?" A nod. "I can do that." Patton slides back so he's sitting on the bed with his back to the wall, sort of like how Remus is sitting but without the upright fetal position.

Patton watches Remus out of the corner of his eye. He's worried about him. They may have gotten him out of a bad situation, but that doesn't magically make it all better. Trauma doesn't go away as soon as you leave the situation that caused it.

"Can—" Remus coughs, and Patton shoots him a playful glare. "May I text Virgil? He’s upstairs painting. Do you think you'd want to talk to him? He's been in… a similar situation to yours." Remus nods, resting his chin on his knees. Patton nods in return, quickly sending a text to Virgil.

Virgil enters the room cautiously a few minutes later, dried paint stuck under his fingernails because he hasn't had the time recently for a deep scrub. He quietly greets the both of them, sitting down on Remus' other side.

"Do you maybe… feel like talking?" he asks, and Remus nods again, shifting around into a new, more comfortable position.

"I can leave if you'd like," Patton offers, but, to his surprise, Remus grabs his hand.

"Don't go. Please."

"Okay. I won't leave, I promise." Patton feels so much fatherly love for this boy who isn't even his own, and while he's only known Remus for just over 5 years, Remus is just as much an important part of his life as Janus is. "Is it okay if I touch your hair?" Remus makes a small sound of agreement, and as Patton plays with his hair, he can feel Remus relax.

"So." Virgil is serious, his brows furrowed, his eyes unsmiling. "What your parents did to you wasn't okay. I'm sorry.

"I used to be a foster kid. I was never adopted, and I just bounced around from family to family until I turned eighteen. I had some good caretakers and some fucking awful ones."

"Language," Patton murmurs, still playing with Remus' hair. "Please don't teach the eighth grader swear words." He wants to help Remus as much as he can, and that includes not stressing him out. Normally he would have called that out a bit louder, but it's just Virgil and Remus here and currently they're both easy to startle.

"Sorry, but there's no other way to describe just how awful they were to me other than to go into detail." Virgil shrugs, staring at a spot on the bed covers where a thread has come loose. "Long story short, what they did to me affected me physically and emotionally and mentally. And it wasn't just the one family either—I was unlucky and it happened with two different families. I had to go to therapy for years before I really felt better." He tries to smile down at Remus, who's watching him with an unsure expression.

"Is it…" Remus' voice is hoarse, and he clears his throat. "Is it wrong if I miss them?" His question is little more than a whisper, and he seems to shrink on himself as he asks.

"Not at all," assures Virgil. "It’s not bad and it’s not wrong to feel like this. They're still… your parents, even if they hurt you. They raised you for fourteen whole years. That's a long time to live with someone and not miss them when they're gone. They're family."

"I don't want them to be my family," Remus grumbles, and Patton makes eye contact with Virgil. He and his husbands have been discussing adopting Remus, but they'd agreed to wait until Remus said something to even approach the idea.

"Remus." Patton smiles as Remus' green eyes, so reminiscent of Roman's, focus on him. "We've been discussing this for a little while. Well, as soon as you came to live with us, actually. You said you don't want them to be your family, but what if we became your family?"

Remus stares at him blankly. "Aren't we already basically family?"

Patton loves this boy with all his heart.

"That's sweet, but I meant, you know…" Remus' eyes are still confused.

"What he's trying to ask is if you want us to adopt you." Remus' head swivels around to look at him as Virgil speaks, then back to Patton with wide eyes.

"You… want me? You'd really want me as your son?" Remus' eyes glisten and he's suddenly vulnerable.

"Of course." Patton squeezes the hand he's still holding. "You're… well… you're sweet and thoughtful, and while you may be a bit impulsive and reckless at times, we can provide the bandaids." Remus laughs at the joke, and Patton lets out a relieved breath. "So what do you say? Janus' brother?"

"Yeah." And Remus hugs Patton with reckless abandon, and Patton laughs though he's almost crying, and Virgil takes a discreet picture with his phone and sends it to his other husbands in the group chat with a message briefly describing what had happened.

When Roman and Logan return later with Janus and fifty dollars' worth of items they didn't have before the trip, Roman immediately sweeps Remus into a hug like he always does with Janus, spinning him around, and Remus had thought this was a thing Roman only did with Janus but he's happy, really, truly happy for the first time in a long time. And when Roman sets him down, Logan and Janus are standing by the door looking amused, and he runs over and pulls them both into one simultaneous hug. Logan is taken aback but pleasantly surprised, and Janus hugs Remus back with everything he's got because Remus is going to be his brother and this boy absolutely deserves the happiness he hasn't been able to have in so long.

A little over a year later, Remus is officially declared a Sanders, Remus Sanders, it's music to his ears. Patton takes the whole family out for ice cream, except Janus finds out halfway there that Remus has never had frozen yogurt and so they make a detour and go to get frozen yogurt instead.

Remus is amazed by all the flavors. "There's so many," he keeps saying, and finally Janus says, "Wait until you get to the toppings," and Remus looks where he's pointing and his jaw drops even more.

Despite all this, when it's time to check out, Remus only has vanilla frozen yogurt and no toppings.

Roman frowns. "Don't you want anything else?"

Remus blinks. "Can I… get more? Is that allowed?" His parents, Roman reminds himself, and he barely keeps himself from growling in frustration at those horrible people who damaged such a wonderful boy.

"Yes, of course it's allowed!" he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air, and Remus steps back. "Shit. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not mad, I promise."

"You are mad," Remus says.

"Okay, yes, I am mad, but not at you." Roman sets down his fro-yo, running one hand through his hair. "How about this: you go absolutely apeshit, okay? Pick as many flavors as you want, and as many toppings as you want, yes, even the ones that aren't fruit. We'll pay for it, I promise." Remus doesn't appear convinced. "Look, I'll bargain with Logan. Just go! You're a kid, eat like 6 different flavors of fro-yo and all of the toppings if you'd like."

The second time they're ready to check out, Remus steps up to the counter with a bowl practically overflowing with multicolored fro-yo and various chocolate-adjacent toppings. He spots Logan's and Virgil's questioning looks. "Look, Roman said, and I quote, 'Go absolutely apeshit.' That's what I did."

Patton turns on Roman. "Did you swear in front of the child?"

"Hey, hey." Roman holds his hands up disarmingly. "Yes, I may have said apeshit—"

"Don't say it again, then!"

"—in front of the child, but he needed a little speech, okay? And we all know my best, most passionate speeches come with swear words and that can't be helped!"

"Well, you could certainly have chosen a different word," mutters Patton, but he's not really mad. Remus knows this argument happens at least once a week, but the cashier, a man with a nose piercing, doesn't know this, and so he looks slightly uneasy as he rings up their fro-yo. Of course, the cost for Remus' is much higher than it had been before, for a very good reason. They get it for here, then choose a table outside, or rather, two adjacent tables, since they can't fit six people around one small round table.

Remus has never been happier as he savors the frozen yogurt on his tongue and Patton and Roman continue their little staged argument. He thinks he finally understands what family means.

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Taglist:

@moxiety-my-love @celeste-tyrrell @whispers-stuff-in-your-ear @bitteryjittery-andveryglittery @treasureofpriam @acompletemusicalnerd @unicornofdarknessstuff

#ts love ties a family together #sanders sides #ts sides #ts fic #ts fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders side fic #janus sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #ts lamp #dlamp #ts dlamp #drlamp

[quietlysatan]

An Invincible Summer - ShanaStoryteller, AO3

Link: Here!!

Rating: T for read the warnings, but don’t worry too much because of them

Favorite Quote(s): I legit wanna tattoo this next quote on me somewhere

"Oh, the things that can be accomplished through ignorance of their impossibility," 

And this Straight Up Fact

“There’s no such thing as cheating as long as you win,” Natsu says, and the brat’s not wrong.

This one’s just funny

“Chouza,” Inoichi forces himself to say evenly, “Your teachings produced Ebisu and goddamned Gai.”

“Genma’s pretty normal though,” Chouza sighs, “I never could get through to that boy.”

Gently Gai casually caring about Kakashi’s well-being is my entire reason for living, speaking of which if someone wants to come be my Gai that’d be really fucking nice because us Kakashi’s don’t do too well on our own

He hesitates, but says, "Not that I do not find your newfound mentorship to be a most youthful endeavor, but -"

"I don't know," Kakashi interrupts his friend, "I met her while she was taking her genin exam and she, I don't know, adopted me or something. She just keeps showing up."

Gai nods thoughtfully, "Stubbornness is a useful skill to have when trying to cultivate a friendship with you." Kakashi elbows the other man, but doesn't protest besides that. "She's a good cook."

And this one because I love it when people Get It, ya’know?

That's really why he won't say anything, why he won't reveal that the Kyuubi's container and the fourth Hokage's child is still alive: they already killed him once. Naruto and Shikamaru are the same age, they would have been in the same class, and the idea that anyone could want to harm his innocent, precious son makes his blood boil 

And this one, for accuracy

"This sounds like a most youthful endeavor. I will bring Anko! She will fan the flames of youth in our young Konoha blossom!"

Both Itachi and Kakashi look at Gai, horrified. "Please don't," Itachi says weakly, like he knows it'll fall on deaf ears but he has to try anyway.

"Don't worry," Gai attempts to assure them, going into his Good Guy pose, "They will produce youthful flames of feminine excellence!"

"They're going to burn down Konoha," Kakashi says flatly.

Gai's hair and teeth sparkle in the sunlight, and he doesn't attempt to deny it.

Another important one

"The world is a terrible place," she says, and she has to swallow before she speaks again, "and it's full of terrible people. But I don't have to be one of them." 

I love that Natsu-chan has great balance, this is my number one favorite character trope, and I wish more people would write it

She bends down to look at him upside down, and Itachi can feel that she's not using chakra to stick onto him, and sometimes her balance just isn't logical. 

I just love the idea of tiny genius Naruto, and I love that Natsu-chan is a seal master at like, fucking seven and a half lol

Itachi knows it's actually far more complicated than that, but just as he does not tell her minutia of the past shinobi wars in their history lessons, she does not overcomplicate her explanations of sealing. Usually he's grateful for that, but when she appears to break every known law to sealing and chakra, he's not.

"That's," he blinks and he's not going to tell her it's impossible because it clearly isn't, "new," he settles on.

A mood honestly

Inoichi now feels the urge to bang his head against the table top, because 'a huge pain' to Natsu is 'literally impossible' to everyone else.

Another mood honestly

Inoichi watches his former genin dig in with resignation. “When are you guys going to start picking up the tab? Feeding you all isn’t cheap you know.”

Hana swallows her mouthful, “Sensei, I am but a lone healer’s apprentice –“

“I have been a chunin less than a month,” Kabuto pouts, wounded, “and already you seek to profit-“

“Do you have any idea how much sealing paper and ink costs?” Natsu demands.

“Okay, okay,” Inoichi grumbles, but it’s not very effective considering he’s smiling, “I take it back, jeez.”

Okay so, since this is a 100k+ word fic, I’ve been doing this thing lately literally just now on this fic review where I only feature quotes from the first chapter (Depending on length.) but, I’m making an exception because I’ve never seen these three characters and my thoughts on them summed up so well by someone I don’t know which is to say anyone, no one I know cares about my interests really lol

"Maybe a little," he admits grudgingly, "Sakura's really smart, but she acts dumb for some reason. And her endurance is really bad. She probably would have been failed on that alone if she didn't have such good aim with shuriken. And Sasuke's good at like, everything, I still don't get why he didn't graduate earlier. He's just so-" Kiba rubs his hand over his face.

"So what?" Hana prompts, even though she's heard this particular complaint before.

"Sad," the genin sighs, "He's miserable all the time, and he works hard and if you yell at him for long enough he'll work with you, but - crap, I don't know. He's got this really great poker face so you think he's just a big jerk, but I can smell his emotions, the big idiot, and he's just this sad lonely kid who won't listen to anyone."

Hana hums, because if she opens her mouth she'll probably start cursing the Hokage and his dumb rules and his dumb ideas, and that is not the type of thing that leads to a long life.

Just one last quote because dudes, guys, pals, friends of mine it’s important and you should all stop and read it.

 “Thanks for being cool with – everything. I’m really happy you’re not mad at me for not being honest with you.”

“You are my friend,” Gaara says warmly, “and you have always been honest about that.”

Words & Chapter(s): 136,306 words of greatness, and 6 full chapters of nicely done completion

Summary: When Naruto is five, he's gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead.

Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy. 

(Guys I swear on my cool as fuck username, and all around internet personality as practically satan and probably Lucifer and whatnot that nobody we like stays dead or severely injured)

Score: 13, this is one of my favorites for a reason, this is actually my second technically third time rereading this in as many weeks

Pairing(s): Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, background Haku/Zabuza, but don’t worry anything you’re thinking of is addressed quite nicely in the fic ultra background but still there’s a lot of relationships and I’m not going to tag them all

Warning(s): Naruto technically dies more than once because this is Naruto we’re talking about but they also technically don’t??? You gotta read it, but basically temporary character death, only the bad guys stay dead in this one.

Nobody knows that Naru-chan lived so there’s that angst for you, however, to be fair it’s not like this whole story is just characters mourning and crying and whatnot, at this point it’s mostly just passing thoughts and memories which, again, to be fair, does almost feel worse at times... Huh, regardless it’s not overly angsty

Kakashi is adopted whether he likes it or not by Natsu-chan, we love both of our emotionally fucked over fair-haired ninja in this house so you won’t have to worry about that sorta fic coming outta nowhere from me BTW... but anyways, Kakashi freaks out a bit, much like the abused dog he always reminds me of, but Natsu is the sweetest and most gentle, yet forceful person he could’ve possibly caught the attention of. (This is canon)

The Akatsuki are still bad, BUT ITACHI ISN’T technically SO WHO FUCKING CARES!!!! (The Massacre still happens tho...)

Mentions of The Flower District and what that implies, and also things a Kunoichi might definitely do

Oh my fucking god the Hyuga... Who would willingly do something so horrible as that? Of all the things... Warning for... The Hyuga branch family situation, it’s dealt with nearly as soon as we are informed but, gods, my blood ran cold, and my face whited out, my sister thought someone had died when she saw my face haha,,, who the fuck does this? And do they die? In canon I mean? I think I only watched up to the chunin exams or Pein’s attack, I can’t remember which tho...

Natsu cries because people are nice to her sometimes. And honestly that’s fair, I burst into to tears once because I imagined someone kissing my forehead softly so, Natsu is completely valid... Sidenote, I’m touch-starved and have no cure for this beyond younger siblings and my cat because I don’t have the ability to ask my mom for a hug without literally gross sobbing and I have A Thing about embarrassment sooooo... yeah if anyone has some therapy justu for me that’d be nice

Mentions of Gross Men that apparently want to have Natsu’s increasingly growing collection of the absolute most dangerous people she can befriend pay them a visit. And by that, I mean an old fuckwit has the gall to leer at a TEN-YEAR-OLD and a FUCKING THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD!!!!!! Ugh, I hate those kinds of pathetic worms.

On that note, there is technically underaged things going on, but they are also Ninja soooo???? They’ve killed people and are technically in their version of an army, and by the laws of their lands they’re all adults, actually I’m pretty sure by shinobi life expectancy Kakashi is middle-aged, Inoichi is a senior citizen, and Hiruzen is a walking corpse tbh

Alcoholism??? I don’t really think it is but I’m not sure, but some characters do drink often, and usually when stressed courtesy of Natsu and co. but still... I don’t actually know if it is because it doesn’t actually happen much, more like every few weeks/months

Mentions of past sexual assault, and attempted past sexual assault, neither happen in fic or to any of our main characters, the experiences are not graphic though they do talk about it in chapter five, it’s not to graphically described.

Also, a bunch of off-screen lemon

A Thing (That I copy-pasted from the author so that all of you will see it and not say a single word against it.): If you thought Natsu was too mature for her age - she has seen and been through some really horrible shit. But also: my cousin has, since he was like 4, hung out with kids that were about 4 years older than him because those were the kids that were in his neighborhood or whatever. Point being, even after he started school, his main group of friends was consistently older than him. He very quickly adapted to that, and to this day (he's 12) hangs out with that same group, and considers children his own age 'kids' because he adapted to the behavior of the group he was surrounded with. I hardly believe Natsu would be any different.

And also

4. Quick little note because some people mentioned liking my portrayal of the Sandaime. I base his decisions/motivations (and Itachi and Danzo's to a certain extent) around this quote by Clementine von Radics: "It is so hard to live half monster, to hurt everything you love by trying to protect it wrong."

Pros: Watching Natsu just casually disregard the idea of gender with little to no thought is the greatest thing anyone will ever experience beyond, I dunno, the party we’re all gonna collectively throw when soggy Cheeto dies (I still haven’t decided which song we should make chart number one when that happens)

Given that I’ve technically read this three times you should already know the writing is fucking amazing, like, whoa, mind blown type of amazing, like, wow, so good, I usually hate rereading something I’ve read before, and especially so soon after the fact but geez Louis is this fic amazing

Natsu is just as easy to fall in love with as Naruto, and they are still the same people with slightly different personalities as is to be realistically expected with a situation like Naru’s was.

Also, GENDERFLUID REPRESENTATION DONE FUCKING AMAZINGLY IS ALWAYS A PLUS!!!!!!! 

The author manages to convey a very realistic genderfluid character in an incredibly believable manner, while also still keeping Natsu/Naruto themself. They’re still the Naruto that we knew and loved, but they’re different too, as is to be expected. when Natsu is a girl no-one stumbles, she is a girl without a doubt, even the author doesn’t trip up on societal expectations, and when Naruto is a boy there is next to immediate acceptance of this fact with absolutely zero (0) Zero bullshit from transphobes, which, as a genderfluid person myself, is always fucking nice to see. You’ll have to read it to know more though.

Natsu running around creating seals is honestly the greatest thing ever, and the end scene with the village made me cry a lil bit, and dammit this fic is so fucking good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, there’s a scene, where Natsu heals Kakashi, and the way the author handled explaining the intimate not sexual relationship between two of my favorite characters ever is just, so subtly beautiful, the sibling-bond these two have is beautiful, and a part of me wants to cry sometimes when I read it, and usually do cry a little when I get to this scene, and only partially because of what happened directly before it.

I love the way everybody just gets up and moves past their trauma and just decides to politely ignore it, oh they still have it, they still deal with it, but they care, and they are careful about it, and even though it hurts them like a knife-wound to the kidney in slow-motion they still get back up and keep fucking going. That’s hella admirable and I can respect that, I can respect even more that they slowly but surely let themselves heal as time moves on. This fic is beautiful on so many different levels but it is this one perhaps, that is the most magnificent. Perhaps.

Sasuke is adorable and depressing and adorable and I love it. And Ino is still a bad bitch but she’s a kid so we only see it like a handful of times in the first two chapters. The Akimichi/Yamanaka/Nara are all great, and I occasionally pity Inionchicause like, he’s putting up with a well-informed seal genius that’s still hyper, a slightly frightening medic-kunoichi with giant dogs, another slightly more frightening medic-nin who isn’t the greatest fighter but damn can he be intimidating and also really good at pointing out “Certain Things” while judging you about them which, honestly, is my greatest pastime. Itachi is so sweet and then so tragic oh my gods, and Natsu never even considers giving up on him. Kakashi is so sweet, and he slowly becomes less of a beaten dog as time goes on and I just love all of these characters.

Except for Hiruzen. Well, no, I still love this particular incarnation of Hiruzen, for all that he’s got one hell of a pathetically small backbone, I get why he does shit. But that doesn’t make me happy. Still, he’s better than dumbledouchebag. Granted that’s not difficult, and you might have to actively put an effort in to be as bad as that guy, but still. Plus, his hearts in the right place, and he’s less about the greater good then... certain disgraces to teaching and being in charge of a large group of people... Hiruzen is actually kinda sweet and admits he has issues and actually has an excuse that’s understandable for the shit that he pulls which is great, if sadly uncommon.

Anyways, Sakura is terrifying, and I remembered why I had a crush on her. She’s so badass, also, she ends up Princess Mononoke basically which, honestly, is fucking great, and the best thing we could’ve asked for, I love all of these characters so much!!!

Aesthetic: It reminds me off beefy stew (We don’t eat beef, so we used vegan soy beef stuff instead, and it was just as good.) it reminds me of the warmth, and friendship, and home that I felt after my mom and I make dinner together with nothing but a little music on and jokes passing back and forth between us. It reminds me of scraping my knee and having my friends help me to their mom, it reminds me of loyalty and compassion. It reminds me of dancing outside at night, alone in the forest with nothing but the moon for company and wind for music. It reminds me of the first time I realized that I could love someone despite their gender and that I should despite mine. It reminds me of finely spun handmade lace, and all it’s delicate while also reminding me of the sturdiest of steels, it reminds me of so much. It reminds me of acceptance, and understanding, and so much more. If I were to say what food and drink it reminds me of, I’d say chicken noodle soup, and sweet lavender-lemon tea.

Music Aesthetic: So, I made a playlist while I was reading this the first time around, and instead of a gif or twenty like I would usually prefer to do I’m going to add that playlist. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbhXmTSBbAyjk0m1b4BZUp3t0RHL83LDK

But if I were to add a gif or two it’d be these

Because something about this fic reminds me of rainy days with tea and baggy clothes.

Every time Natsu/Naruto decided to fight ever, to be honest.

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