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lampmanliveblogs · 1 year

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A few things to unpack here, and unlike what I spent the majority of the previous post talking about, these things are actually important to the plot and characters!

So first and foremost, neither Luz, nor Hunter seem to be doing all that well. Which is to be expected after what they’ve been through recently. Luz listed a few of them. She feels guilty for having helped Philip find The Collector’s disc.

As I mentioned previously, Hunter really does not want the others to find out about him being a grimwalker.

Of note is that he seems to have figured out that he is indeed a clone of someone Philip knew, another human who was also a witch hunter. So he’s got double the reason for him not wanting the witch kids to find out.

Now, he’s missing some important context. Like, you know, the fact that Caleb wasn’t a witch hunter, but a much kinder soul than his brother Philip. Also, I feel like the kids would be savvy enough to realize that a clone of a witch hunter does not a witch hunter make.

(speaking of Caleb & Philip: we’re obviously going to learn more about them and their backstory. At the very least I’d like to know the name of Caleb’s awesome girlfriend. I am also still holding out hope that the prediction I made all the way back in Yesterday’s Lie will come true and that Jacob Hopkins or the Gravesfield Historical Society will play a role in that. Jacob obviously wouldn’t know what went on in the Demon Realm, but he might know enough to make Gus put the puzzle pieces togehter with the memories he saw when he used his trauma spell on Philip)

And don’t think I missed that we have Luz & Hunter worrying about what the others will think of them, and we cut to this shot of Amity and Willow, their respective love interests.

Pictured: One of the guys in your DnD group brought his girlfriend who knows nothing about DnD with him for a session and now she has no idea what’s going on.

I like this screenshot, because it looks like ”Philip” is about to jump into the garbage where he belongs. It’s subtle imagery like that that makes me appreciate this show all the more.

I wanna take a brief moment to mention another one of my theories/predictions.

It’s obvious that this exile to the Human Realm will not be permanent, our group of Exiles will find themselves back in the world of demons and magic. Camila even said as much right now. But the big question is ”how?”

Exactly how the portal door works was never really explained, but there is one component that we know for a fact is needed that it cannot function without, and that is Titan’s Blood. Now, we do have a Titan, and one who would be willing to donate a bit of his blood if it meant bringing Luz & the gang back, but I have a feeling he might be a bit busy dealing with his new best friend.

There is still the possibility that King will somehow manage to open a new portal, maybe with a bit of help from Eda & Lilith. But again, King might be busy playing Owl House with his new friend, the celestial toymaker.

Is there any way for the Exiles to get to the Demon Realm? Not without Titan’s Blood, and there is no Titan’s Blood in the Human Realm… that we know of. Hear me out here: at some point in the past, after Philip created the portal, but before he lost it, he could have made a short trip back into the Human Realm and hid some Titan’s Blood there.

And while I’m making wild, unsupported guesses… Jacob had a history book showing a building similar to where the Gravesfield Historical Society now resides from somewhere around the early 1600s, meaning that building has been around for a long time.

Is it a bit of a stretch? It’s a lot of a stretch, but it’s the only realistic way I can think of how the kids would get back to the Demon Realm. I’m probably hilariously wrong, but whatever. If I keep making predictions, eventually one of them will be at least sorta right.

Of course Gus is losing his mind over all these cool human artifacts. Good to see him being happy again, we love to see it.

Continuing on with the trend of me noticing tiny background details and missing things in the foreground: I immediately noticed what looks like a wedding photograph on the shelf there, but didn’t notice the box that says ”Manny” until I rewound the scene to get a better screenshot. I’m gonna go ahead and wager that is the name of Camila’s late husband and Luz’ father.

Manny is, of course, a shortened form of Emmanuel, a hebrew name that means ”God is with us.” It’s also slang for a male nanny. I knew these things beforehand and did not need to look them up.

Speaking of things I already knew and did not need to look up, the little flag in the box is the flag of Puerto Rico and the big flag on the wall is the flag of the Dominican Republic.

Hm… is this a joke, or a trauma response?

Although to be fair, I feel like a lot of people react like that whenever they hear an alarm clock. Still, it’s too bad none of these kids know any construction magic, because, ah… I feel like that hole in the floor is just the first of a long series of damages to Camila’s house.

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s3e1 #thanks to them

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 2 years

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Not BTS related.

You said you read i don’t know what kind of book you enjoy reading. I also enjoy reading w lot (im broke buying books). Something that bothers me is how people treats problematic books. I don’t know if you have heard of All for the game trilogy/captive prince trilogy(both touches really really hard topics). But i can’t understand why people says the books shouldn’t exist? That the authors are problematics for writhing about such topic? And your in the wrong if you voice your liking to them/recommend them? And i started feeling bad for liking/enjoying them. Why does writing about thing like violence/ the r word thing and others bad? Im trying to understand people point of view and i don’t wanna feel bad for enjoying someone that people says is bad. Does that make me a bad person? I think im struggling

Reading is fun to me but i feel bad for enjoying some books. You totally don’t have to answer that.

I never heard of that trilogy, but I did look it up to see what it's about. But since I didn't read the books, I'm not going to form an opinion on it, so I will use my reading experience and the authors that I read to try and explain my point of view on this debate.

There are many aspects to be taken into consideration, but I will try and keep this brief because I'm not a literary critic and this blog is not really the place for it. First, what we have to aknowledge is that there is a difference between the author and the narrator, even when it's a first person pov. Opinions expressed in the text do not automatically mean that they belong to the author. This is fiction we're talking about. Nabokov wasn't sexually attracted to 12 year olds just because he wrote Lolita. That's one thing. A second would be that even in the case of ''problematic'' authors, a word that I wish wouldn't be used at all, as readers we are able to get informed and understand that some of their views that do transpire in their texts regarding their racism, misogyny, classism, elitism and so on can be analyzed through a historical lens. We are all products of our times and some people are ahead of their time, but not the majority. We live in a world now in which being politically correct is a given, or ''woke'' and we think that this is how it's supposed to be, but perhaps in 50-100 years later, society's views could be completely different, perhaps more evolved than now, or will take a different shape. What I'm trying to say is that we shouldn't completely dismiss such authors, but instead, knowing their background will help us in having a broader perspective. Should we all stop reading Virginia Woolf because of her antisemitic views and completely disregard her literayr style that has had such a big influence on the 20th century literature? My own opinions on books and authors are mostly formed around two theories: Barthes with the author is dead line of thinking and historical criticism when the case requires it.

Now, I believe that so called problematic aspects can be divided into two categories. One would be made out of issues that I talked above, and the other one involves mature categories, such as violence, abuse, heavy sexual themes that are seen as toxic, anything that in fanfiction terms would end up tagged as dead dove don't eat, etc. To me, this is slightly ridiculous and I'm putting this mildly. Just because I read books that deal with that, it doesn't automatically mean that I condone it.or maybe I do like that in fiction, so what? Characters and stories should not be pillars of morality, especially given that morality as well is quite a subjective thing, influenced by religion, culture and the specific time we're living in. Should I feel bad that I read Marquis de Sade, Michel Houllebecq, some Murakami? Am I a bad person for liking John Fowles's The Collector because it's about a guy who kidnaps a woman because he's obsessed?

I think that reading and specifically talking about books should always be a nuanced discussion. We shouldn't just put some authors in a pile and say we don't need them anymore because of reasons. How would we learn anything if we think like this? And what's the point of fiction if people aren't allowed to explore even darker themes and not be judged by it? I think this is the effect of the ''problematic'' labels that are used nowadays, YA books that are slowly being cricitised through a moralistic lens and the influence of the tagging system in fanfiction which is used for helping people navigate triggering topics. I am personally against that because never in my life when I bought a book by an author that I was interested in, have I felt the need to know if it has a happy ending, if someone is violently tortured or the sex scenes are humiliating for a character. Good stories make us think, challenges us and stand out due to their literary style. Those are the criteria that I usually have in mind.

My advice to you is to do a little research on this topic, see what's the current debate from all sides and then try and see if your current opinions are challenged by that in any way.

#bmt asks #bmt fiction talks

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it-is-so-mean · 2 years

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Evil bitches in jail- BFF’s

This is sort of a remake of what I wrote on Wattpad, anyways... Enjoy!

“La la, la de da da~” Jokers voice got higher for the sake of his opera finale “LA LA LAAAA!” He started clapping and yelling bravo before laying back onto his prison-like bed.

“Jesus Christ, finally”

“For someone so excited for me to stop I didn’t hear an applause”

“It wasn’t your best work, champ” I finally closed my eyes and relaxed to the silence.

The setup we had was three concrete walls, a metal bedframe bolted to the wall, thin mattress with a blanket, a bookshelf (also bolted down) with a few books we got to pick out when were good little inmates.

“If you don’t like my singing than what do you suppose we do?”

"A nap for me, a strait jacket, and a mouth covered in duct tape for you," I said, thrilled he gave up on the shrill vocals.

“Fine, I see how it is"

I looked around my bare cell walls, now feeling bad for sort of hurting the clown's feelings. My books, I'm a big fan of reading and he's a good manipulator, pretty smart guy honestly. "Are you a fan of reading?"

"That's what I was doing until you barged in"

"~I've got books we can trade~"

I heard bedsheets crinkle and his throat being cleared, "What do you have?"

"Well now, that depends on what you're willing to give up"

"I have The art of war; Thinking: Fast and slow-"

"I'll let you keep that one, you know, because the thinking slow part" I smiled to myself, but got silence from the other end ", continue"

"The social animal; and several about mysteries. What have you got?"

"Wow, you’ve really have some big boy collection there. Here are my possible trades, the collector; IT , The Shining, The Exorcist , some book about sailing and- well shit"

"What?"

"The rest are some old taxidermy magazines and an autopsy textbook"

"Boring. I just can't believe these idiots let us have books"

I chuckled and laid back on my bed when I heard him do the same. "Yeah, that's why you and I have gotten out so many damn times, but they'll always bullshit their way out of fixing stupid systems"

"Okay, weirdo, do you wanna trade?"

"You still want to?!"

"Sure, don’t have much to lose"

"Oh, I just thought that you thought my books were stupid"

"Kind of, what one do you want?"

"Can I have Social animals!?"

"Kay"

"What do you want?" I jumped up and sat in front of my neat stack of books.

"The collector"

"Alright! Just pass it through the top"

"How am I supposed to know you'll give me mine~?"

"It's not a billion dollars and I'm sure you could call a guard"

"Fine-" the book slid delicately off his fingers and plopped down on my side with a thud.

I picked up the book and examined in thoroughly, checking the covers and several pages, he really kept it in mint condition. I picked up my end of the bargain and walked over to the wall. The bars seemed to be a lot higher up than I remember, I think I'm too short...

"What's taking so long?"

"Heh, sorry one sec"

Still, I stood on my tippy toes and kept the book on the very edge of my fingers, but even then I was off way too much. "Uhhhh, Joker?"

"What?"

"I can't reach the bars"

Behind the wall I could hear deep bellows of maniacal laughter, through the short breaths he took he said "What?! How tiny are you?!" I can hear the genuine noncarved smile in his voice.

"Hey! I'm average!"

"What a guy thing to say!" Que more maniacal laughter.

"I'm not a guy, idiot" oops

"Well, well... Doesn't that explain some things"

"I can try and lift the book really high and you can reach through and grab it"

"Honey, I don't care about the book"

"That's a shame, sweet readings then clown"

"Aww, are you ashamed of your gender?" He started to tap on the bars with his fingernails.

"No"

"Alright then, enjoy your book, love~" He giggled and retracted from the bars.

-----------time skip bitches!------------

"You're no fun when you don't talk to me, I don't care if you’re a girl. I still haven't gotten my end of the deal"

As much as I want to laugh at him and tell him off, I can't because then I would break my silent treatment streak and he would win.

Heavy boots tromped down the hallway towards our cell and I figured it was time for my therapy, but as I stood up to be escorted the guards walked right past me, to Joker's cell.

"Sorry kid, we're here for the clown"

"What?!"

"Not my orders, get back to your activities"

I laid back in my bed and started reading again.

"Wow! Aren't you pretty? Just wait until I get out again darling, I’ll be sure to take you with me" The wretched clown winked as he passed by my cell.

I rolled my eyes and went back a sentence to where I had stopped paying attention.

#joker #ledger joker #the dark knight

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familyagrestefanblog · 3 years

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Ml Meta analysis: Adriens current absents, season 4 structure and theory on whats to come

Here I am back again with my endless rambling.

I'm just as worried for our cat son as everyone else (maybe even more) which is why I tried figuring out for my own sanity why he is so absent currently.

Upfront I wanna warn yall that I wrote this post in one rush this night and therefore had no time to do alot of editing. So things can probably get a bit more messy than usual but I tried to write it clearly, while writing 2 other ml essays as well. This is the one drawback of having so many episodes in such a short time, I have no time to write my posts x3 I had another theory planned for before Optigami airs but I don't think I can manage before tomorrow.

But let's not waste any more time. Grab a snack and here we go:

It's 2am right now but I think I just realized why Adrien/Chat Noir is being sidelined so much recently.

Sure, yes, it'll come into play in the very obviously set up Ladynoir drama later on but what I wanna talk about now is more the structure of how s4 is most likely written in terms of both Marinettes and Adriens side of the story. And then deep dive a little on why I think so.

You see season 4 is now reaping what has been built up from s1-s3, but this also includes that you have to take the time now to properly recreate the new possibilities out of the loose pieces of the broken status quo.

Seriously, season 4 has to handle and reinvent ALOT. The show got now officially announced to have 7 seasons, which is exactly the amount of seasons Astruc said they have story for. I couldnt find the official tweet from Thomas himself but I one from another source:

And now look take a look at the possible shows structure:

- s1-s3 was the first status quo and built up everything so now they can pay off after pay off while...

-... S4 is now the transitional season where the old status quo gets left behind as we work towards the new one.

-I have nothing to proof this of course, but in the same sense it would now make sense that s5-s7 where/are planned to play out under the final status quo. If I'm not wrong at first the show was under contract for 5 seasons, which would mean that after the transitional season 4 there was only 1 season of the final status quo for sure. Still, done right it could have been worth the wait. But this isn't where Miraculous will end. The show actually got the 7 seasons the creator wanted and THIS is how I think the long term plan makes the most sense. Nothing all too complicated but still hella effective in its execution.

But now back to our two main characters, because Marinettes and Adriens development are the two aspects that will raise the show to the intense heights of the s5-s7 status quo.

From s1-s3 Marinette was the active player but she was hardly involved with the actual PLOT of the show, since most of the plot and backstory of the show lies directly with the Agreste family. She only started to get her own plot when she literally created a new one by getting involved with the miraculous lore, because the closest Marinette got to the Agreste plot was "The collector".

Adrien in the other hand was always literally right in the middle of the plot but he wasn't enough of an active player to bring us further either.

Season 4 is now going to add the missing parts for both of them and as the very beginning of the season showed us: there are going to do it SEPERATLY.

This is why "Truth" and "Lies" have been structured the way they are (One Marinette-centric the other Adrien-centric). Yes, Marinette and Adrien are meant to end their story victoriously together, but they are simply not the people they have to be to become such a powerful team. Certain aspects of their journey they have to do... basically disconnected from the other one. The "Miracle Queen" endcard shows it quite nicely as well where they are heading now: away from each other.

Obviously the season started with Marinette growing into her new guardian status including everything miraculous related, since she is the main lead and because the new ways the episodes can now utilize everything Miraculous need to be established first before we deep dive into the messed up Agreste mystery.

So while I totally agree that it is annoying to get so little Adrien/Chat Noir content currently I also understand the practicality behind it. As I said, before s4 Marinette was the active main character who mostly didn't really have her own plot. So now adding her plot aspect and have her ACTIVELY figure everything needed out means that right now Marinette/Ladybug is the active focus main character who is solving a huge part of her s4 character arc. That simply drowns out Adrien as the currently still mostly-inactive secondary main character who, yes, may be right in the middle of the shows emotional + villain plot/lore/backstory, but that side of the story simply isn't in focus at the moment.

And I gotta say, I'm kinda glad they're doing it this way. Because I'm gonna be honest, when the season starts giving us Adrien/family Agreste episodes like "Lies" and "The collector" (in this case "Gabriel Agreste" for example) again, I don't want the narrative to be forced to spend time with something guardian lore based just because they didn't took their time to do it earlier.

So, as we see on the s4 episode raster "Gabriel Agreste" is episode 9. Honestly, I expect most of it (especially the ones near the beginning, so ep. 5 included) til that episode to be Marinette based the way everything else til now did (besides Lies obviously and Guilt trip didn't hardcore focus on Marinette/Ladybug either and that's because it's after "Gabriel Agreste") in the spirit of "Truth". It's just the needed set up from Marinettes side of the story and I can live with that.

Because we actually saw the change after "Gabriel Agreste" already in "Guilt trip".

I don't know why some people pretend like Chat almost cataclysming himself after hearing how guilt-eaten Nino is for Adriens sake isn't a huge indicator that the episodes afterwards will not only acknowledge but also DEAL with Adriens/Chats situation and problems. Remember, we are talking about CHAT NOIR here not Adrien Agreste. The show has always portrayed and acknowledged ADRIENS issues very straight forward and with the proper seriousness (especially when it comes to his family), whereas Chat Noir was often mostly used for comedic purposes with some exceptions of his problems being properly delt with (since Marinette/Ladybug was mostly oblivious to them, since Adrien keeps them hidden so well). But now in "Guilt trip" LADYBUG was confronted head-on with just how much negativity Chat has inside and how quickly and extremely he drowns in it.

Sure, correct, the episode also has his negativity "washed away" rather quickly by Ladybug opening up to him on how important he is to her

But this is in character for both of them as "Lies" very clearly showed us that the way BOTH OF THEM behave here is where the problem lies. There Ladybug was freaked out after Chat threw his life away once again but quickly accepted Chats very direct avoidance of the confrontation, since he seemed to be alright to her.

Something I also find noteworthy here is that Ladybugs dialog is "Seriously, you need to stop doing this to me!", which is.... a VERY Marinette-centric way of acknowledging the problem.

It completely shifts the issue away from Adriens extremely alarming self-harmful/suicidal tendencies and instead only calls out how it affects Marinette (whose feelings here are definitely valid, don't get me wrong!). It showcases perfectly how unaware Marinette still is of her partners inner tumult at that point and also parallels how Marinette called Adriens life "perfect" at the beginning of the episode (This is no shade towards Marinette, in general the entirety of "Lies" is about showing us just how harmful Adriens Chat Noir persona actually IS to him so these two moments of her being oblivious to Adriens and Chats immense problems very much fits into that episodes narrative and sets up what's about to come. I still have an entire essay in the making for "Lies" but, guys, it's just getting longer and longer. I suck xD).

So the fact that an episode after "Gabriel Agreste" brings this scenario back, just a little different but ALOT more revealing of Adriens immense problems to his partner, is VERY telling. Besides other things it tells us that this happens at the beginning of the arc that deals with (at least) Chats issues since Ladybug is still way too quickly too ready to accept her partner as "completely fine" again just because Chat makes it seem that way (while some negativity increasing guilt bubbles still to stick to him.).

And yet, others have already pointed it out that Ladybug IS noticing what Chat wanted to do and reacted accordingly...

she just didn't speak of it the way it is because it overwhelmed her, which calls back to Ladybugs "You have to stop doing this to me!" dialog.( For a great breakdown of her dialog HERE is a link to @flightfoot post)

In "Lies" Marinette was way too stressed by her new guardian role to even consider Chats side of it and therefore only spoke of her own, but in "Guilt trip" she's already past that stressful arc. So here she is immediately able to recognize Chats suicidal action for what it is, come to his (much needed) aid and lift her partners spirit the best she can by emotionally opening up to him (which is something we KNOW is incredibly hart for Marinette).

The difference between her reaction in "Lies" and in "Guilt trip" shows that Marinette has her guardian role already mostly handled and is now mentally able to be there for others again, so the extremely Marinette-centric "Truth"-like episodes are mostly passed. Now the episodes can bring Adrien/Chat Noir more into the game again and even shift to "Lies" - like episodes because MARINETTE can pay more attention to him again and isn't faced with something new, important and overwhelming Miraculous related every step she takes.

And THAT is extremely fair from a narrative standpoint.

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I really need to stop elaborating so much on these posts because I'm only NOW actually getting to the point of where Adriens journey will disconnect for a while from Ladybugs. Sorry guys.

Okay, to understand where I'm going with this I will have to quickly explain how I always saw Chat Noirs place in the Ladybug+Chat Noir vs Hawkmoth war ever since s1.

Because here is the thing: Adrien wasn't able to truly leave the battle field ONCE since the origins. Marinette was completely out of Hawkmoths and Gabriels reach once she detransformed, which balances out her basically being the personification of the good sides force. And Gabriel literally decided whenever or not the battle is even ACTIVE right now! Besides that he is in complete control of his own actions and environment, which gives him all the necessary time, safety and downtime he needs to act as the personification of the evil sides force.

Marinette and Gabriel always knew when they were safe and off the battle field, but ADRIEN never had that and it left him LITERALLY right in the middle of both Ladybugs and Hawkmoths sides.

You see, because before Adrien became Chat Noir he basically was part of Hawkmoths side just by default. He was born into this family, that's his father and lost mother and everything he knows. Adrien didn't/doesn't even have to KNOW that he is part of Hawkmoths side, he's his son at some level he just IS! And I'm not saying this as anything negative, Adrien coming from Hawkmoths side is literally the reason why he became Chat Noir!

Because whereas Gabriel is having the time of his damn life as evil terrorist, created out of tragic and sinister circumstances, ADRIEN on the other hand couldn't handle his families environment and very same circumstances anymore and accepted the role as Paris' hero to escape his heritage for a while.

Keywords being: a WHILE.

Something unique about Adrien I always loved is the fact that he is the villains abused, isolated and overworked SON, who becomes a hero to escape his depressing life and YET it was never Adriens intention to LEAVE IT. Adrien merely wanted to use his time as Chat Noir to let of some steam and breath freely while doing some hero work so he can go back into his civilian life and try to one day successfully ment his broken family. He couldn't handle the current situation anymore but he still always saw worth in his family/father. I have SO MUCH respect for that!

But him not intending to leave his family and instead regaining strength as Chat Noir to continue to hold onto it came with the downside of him not being able to fully become part of the good sides people/force either. Hence why Adriens/Chats place always felt so lost in comparison to Ladybugs and Hawkmoths clear positions. He's caught in between their extremes trying to balance out BOTH at the same time. What an impossible task!

So he couldn't put in the same focus as Ladybug into being the good sides force because he is literally burned out from his civilian life on Hawkmoths evil side. But he also couldn't be involved as an ACTIVE member of his fathers evil force, because he chose to find refuge in his friends and as a hero on Ladybugs side.

Adrien unknowingly is part of BOTH the shows two extreme moral sides of good and evil and this season we will see Adrien/Chat Noir grow into his own within BOTH sides as well.

Because he simply couldn't have done so right away in s1. Now after 3 seasons Chat Noir is more than solidly established as one of Paris Heros and his time with Ladybug, the other heros and his normal friends helped him greatly to find his place on the good side. "Lies" set this up as Chat Noirs arcs starting point that now he has to stop connecting "being heroic" strictly with following Ladybug (as Marinette is the STAND IN personification for the good side, she's still a flawed human being like everyone else and not the ultimate force of perfect and good. Big difference.) just as he has to start looking past his fathers sympathetic moments/qualities to see that Hawkmoth isn't a 100%, inhumane monster just because he is the stand-in personification of evil in their fight, but the man he calls Father and still needs to be taken down. (I talked about this in more detail on THIS post)

Adrien has to seperat himself from Ladybugs path and focus on his family and I believe it'll start with the much dreaded (but expected) Ladynoir fight.

Funnily enough, what I'm talking about was actually already set up in "Frozer" I just didn't remember that for a bit. In "Frozer" we saw Ladynoir having a fight which caused Chat Noir to go his own way in the episodes battle.

I always found it interesting that the episode didn't had Chats decision, to not follow Ladybugs lead here, turn out to be a huge mistake. Almost every other show would have done so but now I think I understand. This episode and s2 in general SET UP the s4 conflict, s3 LEAD UP to it and now s4 DELIVERS it.

So what happened in "Frozer" is a direct parallel to what about to go down:

Ladynoirs fight will cause Chat Noir to not simply follow Ladybugs side anymore the way he used to, but note, he DOESN'T leave the good side AND they make up again in the end after Chat saves Ladybug from the akuma. He just does things on his own because he isn't on great terms with her for a while. "Frozer" showed Chats decision to not only NOT be a mistake but also a necessary part of defeating the akuma, just the way it'll be in s4. Damn, Adrien breaking away from Ladybugs side, the way she (unintentionally tho) did at the beginning of the season, to focus more on himself and his family will be the game changing factor, when Adrien will have his completing arc where he goes from "not active character within the villain/backstory plot" to "ACTIVE character within the villain/backstory plot".

And we already saw with Marinette how many fast breakthroughs we get through these completing arcs. Which is also a reason for why Adriens/ Chats arc comes later in the season, because BUDDY. Once Adrien starts to actively uncover his families mystery and fathers secrets Gabriel is SCREWED! Adrien will gain the needed inside knowledge that complements Marinettes Miraculous power; and reunited they can take on whatever the hell kind of scale the Agrestes plan actually is.

So how to end this post? My biggest intention was to raise hope for everybody (myself included lol) who is right now very concerned and upset about how side-lined our boy is at the moment. But I prefer doing so in a way that actually works with canons context instead of sugarcoating what I don't like. And Adriens/Chats current position I definitely do NOT like but accepting it as realistic outcome from s1-s3 and set up for the escalation for both Ladynoir and his home situation gives it the proper purpose and pay off (narrative and character wise) that it SHOULD have.

Basically, the endcards of "Truth" and "Lies" show it perfectly.

It looks like ShadowMoth is turning a blind eye towards Adrien/Chat Noir because of Ladybugs new guardian status and "greater importance". But Gabriels tunnel vision on Ladybug will leave him vulnerable to his own sons secret actions against him and Gabriel won't see it coming until its already too late.

#Miraculous #Miraculous ladybug #ml theory #ml analysis #ml season 4 #ml show structure #Adrien Agreste #marinette dupain chang #Gabriel Agreste #Chat Noir #Ladybug #Hawkmoth #ml forshadowing

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nh20tensin · 3 years

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Telling the AoT boys you love them for the first time.

⚠️There should be little too no spoilers⚠️

Mostly fluff

Gn reader

None of this is has been proof read

Ft. Levi Ackerman,Connie springer,Armin arlert

Levi Ackerman

We all know that this man is touch-starved so it was hard enough for him to let you even Remotely close in anyway

He would probably deny the fact that he care for you

He wouldn’t know that he loved you till you said something about it

It was a cleaning day you decided to help Levi and his squad clean (this man forced you to clean)

You didn’t mind I mean as long as you were with him

You knew you loved him for some time,you just didn’t know how to tell him or in fear that he would hate you(who knows why he would) but you only thought about worst case scenarios

“Oí “

“.....”

“Oí”

“....”

“BRAT”

“Huh?”

“What the hell are you doing”

You gave him a confused look

He points down to your feet

You were sweeping with the dust collector facing the opposite way so that no dust is going into the pan

“Oh shit sorry”

“Just pick it up “Levi spoke

The rest of the day went by

It was dinner time you Decided to sit with eren,Armin,jean,and Connie

(The girls where training)

“Yo is she even listen to us “ a buzz-cut boy said

“ probably not” said Jean

Eren threw a small carrot at you

“😐”

“You were zoning out” a blonde boy said

“I’m not really myself right now....I’m going to go to bed”

They all nodded and told you goodnight and bye

On your way to your room you bumped into hange

“AHHH SORRY IM IN A RUSH” they said

“It’s alright are you ok?”

“I’m fin-“

They stoped talking you gave them a confused look

“Why’d you sto-“

They put a finger on over your mouth

5 mins pass the finger hasn’t left

“Sorry i thought I heard something ”

The finger moved

“Thought you where in a rush “you said as you walked hange followed

“Never mind that what’s up with you?”

“Nothing.............How do I tell someone I love them”

(Ofc you would eventually regret asking hange but desperate times call for desperate measures😪)

“oh”

“Oh”

“OOHHH”

“YOU LOVE LEV-“

You cover their mouth

“Shut up or I will Carve ur eyes out”

Hange nodded

“Will if you really Want my opinion....just don’t make it a big deal”

“Why Not”

“You shouldn’t have to make it special ,anyway if you really do love him and just tell him “

Knowing Levi he would hate it if you made it a big deal so you took the advice and made up your mind

One week passed and you finally thought of the perfect way to tell him

You would make him his favorite tea(you aren’t allowed to make his tea considering you suck at it)

” what did you do” he said in a stern voice

You walk over to his desk and sigh

“ I have something to tell you and besides my tea skills aren’t that bad”

“ last time I drank it I ended up in bed for a week”

“I promise it’s better just trust me”

He reluctantly put the cup to his mouth and drank

“I love you “you said

He almost sit out his tea he didn’t know what to say or do

How could someone so perfect love someone so....him

“What did you say” he said

You repeated yourself

You climbed in his lap

“I love you Levi Ackerman “

God he loved the way you said his name

He didn’t know what to say but what he did say broke your heart

“Why” he said in a voice below a whisper

“What do you mean why?”

His hand found his way to your waist his face hidden in the crook of your neck

“Why me ?”

You knew he could get insecure but it still hurt

“ Levi I knew from the minute I saw you that I would love you for the rest of my life and I don’t wanna rush you to say back to me because quite frankly I know how hard it is for you but I’m telling you now because this is how I feel you are the one for me no one else do you understand me please say you do”

All memories he thought he forgotten about his mother came flooding back in

And you could’ve sworn you felt a tear but when you looked there was nothing

He looked dead in your eyes and said

“I love you too” in a very soft voices he gave you a rare smile

You brought him in for a very long and meaningful kiss

“Hange Made the tea by the way “

“I know”

Connie springer

A relationship with this man can be one of two things very fun and chaotic or more serious and loving

Which ever version you happen to be in it won’t matter because it will always be happy

“Hey Connie have you told y/n you love them yet”

He froze up and realized that he never actually told you though he was in love with you he just never thought about telling you because he thought you knew

“What’s it you you horse face”

“Nothing....it’s just The two of you have been dating for six months I’d start to feel a little self-conscious if you asked me”

“Well I didn’t so stop “

Jean and Sasha stay laughing

“CADETS IN LINE” Levi yelled

The next day

“Hey Armin if I hypothetically possibly maybe was in love with someone how would I tell them?”you said while looking at the ground

“ well it really just depends on the person and how far along in the relationship you are with them I can’t really help you how to tell them but I sure can encourage you”

You roll your eyes and sigh

“Thank anyways”

You walk back inside considering you were training outside with Armin(obviously beat him because you’re a bad ass)

You ran into Connie right now I’m going inside you both fell to the ground stared at each other and started laughing like you’ve never laughed before you were mainly laughing because you were nervous as hell to tell him you loved him he was laughing because he loves the smile that was on your face

you both helped each other get back up Connie looked at you and ask

“were you training”

“ depends what answer do you want to hear”

“....”

“Fine I was “you admit

“ it’s 11 at night”

“ and your point is”

” at the rate you’re going you’re going to end up dead by the time you’re 25”you said sarcastically

“ as if you’d be able to live without me though”

You froze didn’t know what to say or do you just nervously laughed it off and walked away

he looked at a very confused but I thought you needed space considering you just got done training it was dark out you’re probably tired he thought

It’s around two in the morning you wake up something inside you just burst so you get up out of your room and find your way to Connie‘s room you knock fiercely

“ Open the door Baldy”you say sternly but in the soft voice

“ what are you doing it’s like two in the morning you should go to sleep “he said while opening the door

you force yourself into his room and sit down on his bed

He followed you confused on why you were here but he just stared at you not wanting to say anything basking in your beauty

“ Connie I’m about to say something that I might regret well not regret but do you know where I’m going with us”

“Huh”

“I love you “

his eyes shoot open he thought this has to be a dream right there’s no way that this is real

You pinch his arm so he knows he’s not dreaming

“ say it again”

He couldn’t help but smile so much that he felt like his face was gonna melt

At first he thought he was looking at you in disgusted minutes later it was a face of happiness and he was proud in his own kind away

“I L/N F/N AM IN LOVE WITH YOU CONNIE SPRINGER”

“ I love you too but you know I was supposed to tell you first”

“Oh?”

“ this whole thing with Jean and Sash and our relationship”

“It’s.a long story”

He brought you in for a tight hug that ended up in a very intense make out session

The both of you woke up in his bed in the morning he looked at him and he woke up

“I love you”

You both said in unison and you ended up laughing you both really did love each other and it was a funny love story .

Armin arlert

As smart as Armin is he has no idea what to do when it comes to a relationship

True he wants to give you all the love in the world but he’s clueless when it comes to things like that but he will know when he’s in love with you

He will go to Mikasa, Eren,hell even Levi if he will listen

“ listen kid I don’t know what to tell you all right do you love them just tell them I don’t see what’s wrong with it”Levi said while drinking tea

“ but sir it’s not that easy what if they doesn’t feel the same way”Armin spoke

Levi sighs not really knowing what to do

“ The two of you are dating right so of course they feel the same way”

“Damn kids and their commitment issues”he muttered under his breath

Armin saluted him before exiting the room

His mind was in 1000 different places having no idea what to say to you so we did the next best thing any person would

He ignored you

(Asshole)

He didn’t want to ignore you or make you feel bad he’s just caught up in his own brain to actually think about anything

It’s been a week since you guys last talk

“ i’m sure he doesn’t hate you he’s been ignoring us to” eren said

Mikasa nodded

“ it’s been a week did I do something wrong is he mad at me?”

“ even if he was he wouldn’t take it out on all of us at the same time” Mikasa stated

you take a deep breath and sigh

“ The both of us will try and figure out what’s happening OK can’t promise you like the answer though” eren said

“Ok...”

The both of them left the room

Little did you know Armin was listening in the whole conversation he wanted to make it up to you just didn’t know how

” I don’t hate them” armin said

Eren then said “ then why are you ignoring them and us they don’t deserve this”

Eren was pissed off because he knew how much you were hurting

“ seriously Armin there’s no need to lie you’re mad at her just tell them I’m sure they will understand besides you’re also ignoring us did we do anything?” The tall girl spoke

“I love them”

“😮” Mikasa and eren

They spent the rest of the day talking about his feelings and how he should make it up to you or more importantly tell you

“ just follow us it’s not a trap or anything”eren said (this bitch it was FYI)

Mikasa used her scarf to cover up her giggles

“ can I just sleep in peace”

“NO!”

You couldn’t really tell who said it as you saw Armin standing right in front of you

You turn around to see no one‘s behind you those bastards left the room before you could even check

“ look if you’re mad at me I don’t know what I did but I don’t really feel like talking anymore I just want to go to bed please”

“Wait now please I’m sorry i’ve had a lot on my mind I just needed time on my own”

“ and you couldn’t tell me or let me know not even Eren or Mikasa you’ve noticed all week do you know how bad I felt thinking that I did something wrong ”

There was a moment of silence you saw that look in his eyes the one that made you fall madly in love with him you couldn’t be mad at him you loved him and everything you were pissed about steered clear

“ I love you more than I probably should if you were anybody else I’d probably kill you right now”

He looked up from the ground he was staring at

“What “

it didn’t take him long to understand the situation

“I love you too in fact I love you more that’s what I’ve been thinking about all week and how to tell you”

You both ran to each other in a hug tears falling down his eyes making you want to cry as well you really did love each other

The next day

“ i’m guessing you finally told them” Levi said

“ yes Captain thank you for your advice” as he saluted him

“ don’t thank me you’re the one who grew a pair and finally told them”

#levi heichou #armin attack on titan #aot headcanons #connie springer #head cannons #ackerman clan #fluff #armin arlet x reader #mikasa ackerman

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lyssismagical · 3 years

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dependent and fair

my first ever commission !! Thank you so much @wombatking I hope you enjoy!

tw for broken bones

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If there’s anything MJ hates, it’s having to be dependent.

Living with only her father and her three younger siblings, she’s always been a caretaker, not someone to be taken care of. It makes her uncomfortable whenever she’s in a position where she needs help from others.

Her father works ninety percent of the time to singlehandedly afford four children, leaving her to do most of the parental things like cooking and cleaning and helping her siblings with homework.

When she gets together with Peter, they’re definitely a work in progress.

Neither of them know how to accept help, be taken care of, and they both like to take care of others. There’s a lot to learn, but they’re willing to learn together.

As a show that she’s learning to let him take care of her, she lets him take her out to dinner, his treat.

It’s not like either of them really have money to spend on things like dates in New York – neither of them have jobs. Peter’s a full-time superhero and MJ watches her siblings every evening, but May gives Peter twenty bucks, Delmar gives him another ten for cat-sitting, and a grateful civilian gave him fifteen.

Sure, they can only get the cheapest things on the menu at the decently nice Italian restaurant Peter chooses, the salad and the pasta without any add-ons, only water, and a shared dessert.

But they have a wonderful time, and that’s really all that matters.

They have to walk home from the restaurant, no leftover cash to spend on a taxi, but the night is warm with a gentle cool breeze, and Peter wraps his jacket around her shoulders and holds her hand, swinging between them as they walk leisurely through the streets of Queens.

MJ turns down the alley she normally takes on the way home from school, a decent shortcut to cut the trip in half. Peter stops her just as she gets her shoe into the first rung of the tall, black wire fence separating the alley from the street.

“Are you sure this is safe?” he asks. His hand has gone clammy in hers, nose twitching in the telltale way it does whenever his anxiety spikes. She can’t help the small, gentle smile that tugs at her mouth, a smile she normally reserves for only her little sister.

She tries to keep up an impassive, cold expression as much as possible. The idea of showing any vulnerability makes her shudder. But Peter’s always been so open, so genuine with everything he does, it makes MJ more open to trying.

“I take this shortcut twice a day,” she says, it really isn’t a big deal to jump a fence. Especially not when she has a literal superhero at her side. “It’s not a big deal, c’mon, we’re going to miss my curfew if we don’t take a shortcut.”

Peter makes a face, shaking the fence like he’s testing its sturdiness. And then he jumps, casually, easily, right over the fence.

“Show off,” MJ says, starting the slow, human, climb over the fence.

The one thing she didn’t take into consideration, however, is the pair of slightly heeled flats she’s wearing. It’s a little more complicated than her regular pair of old sneakers.

She slips and Peter can’t move fast enough to catch her before she hits the ground, ankle rolling and making an awful crunching sound, cursing under her breath.

Peter, however, does catch her before her legs give out, slowly helping her to the pavement.

“Are you okay? That didn’t sound good. Do you think it’s broken? I should call your dad, or my aunt, or maybe Tony. I should get you to a hospital, right? Are you feeling okay? I-”

“Woah, hold on a second,” she says, cutting off Peter’s rambles before he can devolve into panic when she needs him to level-headed. “Help me up. It’s probably just a rolled ankle.”

He keeps a strong grip on her elbow and waist as he pulls her up off the pavement, but the moment she puts any weight on her bad foot, she’s crumping into his chest, gasping in pain.

“Shit,” she goes like it’s any help at all.

“Let me call your dad,” Peter pleads, lowering her carefully back to the ground. “And then I’ll swing you to the hospital. Even if it’s nothing, I’d feel a lot better if you got it checked regardless.”

She lets out a huff, reluctantly nodding in agreement.

Peter steps a few feet away to call her dad, explaining the situation quickly but efficiently. He promises three times that he’ll get her to the hospital safely, and that he’ll call the moment they have news.

When he turns back to her, he’s already pulling his Spider-Man mask on.

“Up you go,” he says, lifting her into his arms bridal style. “To the hospital we go. Maybe, if we’re lucky, May will be the one to see us.”

“Go slow, okay?” She’s not nervous. She would never admit to anyone that she’s nervous of swinging with Peter. But last time she went, she puked the moment they hit the ground.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

“Queen,” she corrects half-heartedly, shifting in his grip to make her ankle twinge a little less.

Peter grins, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Of course, my queen.”

She barely remembers the trip to the hospital or the wait to be seen by a nurse, she keeps her head tucked against Peter’s neck, blocks out the pain as best she can.

Before she knows it, she’s seated on the edge of a bed in a hospital room, Peter at her side, hand still in hers, a nurse coming in.

“Didn’t expect to see your name tonight, kiddo,” May says, offering a sweet smile. “Let’s get that ankle checked out.”

X-rays are taken of her ankle, May gets her a cup of water and a few snacks from the vending machine, and she’s told to rest until the imaging is done. When it is, she’s shown the photographs of a clear break in her ankle. Peter looks like he might cry when he finds out she broke a bone on their date, but he doesn’t say anything self-deprecating or guilt-ridden, just squeezes her hand a little tighter and presses his mouth to her shoulder.

May’s the one who wraps her ankle in a cast, gives her plenty of instructions, and then gives her a pair of crutches.

Peter’s hand gets clammier and tighter the longer it takes, and by the end, she’s a little worried she might’ve broken a hand bone too with how much worry is seeping into the grip he has on her. She stays entirely calm, almost careless the whole time, because she knows if she shows pain, Peter will probably fall apart. He’s seen enough hurt, enough breaks, enough injuries in his lifetime, she doesn’t have to add hers to the list of things he blames himself for.

And either way, she doesn’t need his sympathy or his worry. She’ll be fine. She doesn’t need him to look after her.

MJ’s dad is there by the time they’re done, and she doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone. She kisses her boyfriend goodbye and that’s it.

On Monday, she walks – or well, crutching – into school like nothing is different.

Peter’s waiting for her at her locker, empathetic frown on his face. He lifts his wrist, also bound in bandages.

“We match,” he says, lifting an eyebrow. “Patrolling mishap last night.”

“At least you heal in like two days. I’ve got to keep this on for like six weeks.” She struggles to balance her crutches and open her locker at the same time. Peter watches her carefully but doesn’t move to help her for now. She’s already irritable and he knows what buttons not to press.

She balances her books in her arms and then huffs in irritation when she realizes she won’t be able to carry them all and crutch to class without risking falling.

“Will you at least let me take those?” Peter says, already reaching to stack her books on top of his. “I feel awful. I shouldn’t have let you climb that fence.”

“I don’t need help,” she mutters. She doesn’t want to need Peter’s help. “And don’t coddle me. I made that decision.”

“Then let me carry your books because I’m your boyfriend and I like doing nice things for you.”

She rolls her eyes. “Just this once.”

For the rest of the day, Peter persists on doing nice things for MJ, completely unrelated to her injury, he says, like carrying her books and opening her locker and pulling out chairs for her. She doesn’t say anything, if only because she doesn’t want to make a fool of herself when she struggles to do it on her own.

By the end of the day, she’s beyond grateful for the help Peter’s given her without any expectations of anything in return.

It’s simple how nice it is to be taken care of.

She’s spent her whole life being the caretaker, and now, she’s been gifted somebody who will stop at nothing to take care of her.

She’s not exactly sure how she got so lucky, she doesn’t feel like she’s done a whole lot of good to deserve such wonderful karma, but she’s going to do everything in her power not to lose it that’s for sure.

They’re lying in Peter’s bed, door open with May’s voice drifting into the room where she’s humming in the kitchen, when she finally voices her thoughts.

“Thank you.” It’s not as elegant as she thought it would be, but it conveys her gratitude just as well, she can’t remember the last time she said those words.

Peter’s arm tightens around her waist, pulling her in without jostling her leg. “You don’t have to thank me for doing the bare minimum.”

“You put up with my stubborn ass, I think that’s more than doing the bare minimum.”

“I just wanted to help, that’s all. I’m sure you would’ve done the same if it were me.”

She pokes his injured wrist. “Except I didn’t.”

“I’m a superhero, Em. I don’t think it works exactly the same.”

And it doesn’t, he’s right.

He’ll help her take her books to class, find a safer shortcut, take her on a redo date, carry her up the stairs so she doesn’t have to try with crutches, help her in anyway she can throughout this.

And she’ll hold him when he wakes up with a cry of misery, nightmares of how he got his own injury plaguing his sleep. She’ll kiss his forehead and promise him that he’s okay, that she’s okay too, that he’s safe and sound with her. She’ll pull him close when the tears cease and hum to him, the same songs May does, until he falls asleep. And she’ll be there every time after the first too.

Relationships might not be equal. She can’t tend for his wounds because he heals at lightning speed, he doesn’t have to soothe any nightmares, she doesn’t need to help him with his family, and he doesn’t need to her worry about her every evening. But it’s fair. She’ll be there for him in any way she can, and he’ll be there for her in anyway he can.

“Thank you,” she repeats nonetheless.

“I love you,” he says.

She smiles, leans into his warmth the same way she’s been leaning into accepting his help. “I love you too.”

#lyss writes #peter parker #spiderman #michelle jones #petermj #peter parker/mj #mjpeter #spideychelle #spideychelle fic #may parker #ned leeds

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awxward · 3 years

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Potential

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I had the idea of Juza hugging Kumon and his mom, crying bc he was finally able to audition/get accepted into theatre, and then I wrote this.

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gift for @xxxbookaholic

Juza had told his mother and brother about his dreams of being an actor a lot. They supported him through it all. He went to auditions for the school plays and was turned down immediately. In his first year of middle school, he stopped going to auditions. What was the point if he was only going to be turned away in the end? Juza had long since given up hope on his dream, yet now, just a few years after he had given up he got to see his cousin on stage. Muku who had always been anxious and shy was standing boldly on stage and being a new person. Juza wished he could do that. To stand on stage and be someone that people would be afraid of or start fights with. He wanted a place to escape. After the play had ended, Juza got up to leave, he didn’t want to embarrass Muku by showing his face backstage, besides Mom was back home with Kumon who was sick with a fever and could probably use some help around the house. A small flyer caught his attention. He wasn’t sure why he grabbed it, he just knew he had to keep it away from his family. He had long since given up on his dream to stand on stage, he hadn’t auditioned in years, he hadn’t been to a theatre in years before tonight, and still, he found himself folding the paper into a small square and shoving it in his pocket.

Mankai Company is looking for actors for the new Autumn Troupe. Auditions are going to be held tomorrow, August 28, at 9 am in the Mankai Theatre.

When Juza got home he kept the paper in his pocket so it wouldn’t be found and put his jacket on his bed. All auditions ended the same for him. He knew he’d be turned away at the door. If he didn’t tell mom or Kumon, well it’d just keep them from feeling sad for him. He went to check on Kumon who was sleeping, and made his way back to his room to get ready for bed. He fell asleep to thoughts of standing on stage.

The next morning, Juza got ready quicker than normal. He didn’t want to be late to the auditions. Better to be early so nobody else could see him get turned away as soon as he walked in. He checked his jacket pocket and sighed in relief, the paper was still there so nobody knew. He checked on Kumon, who was still sleeping and feverish, before hugging his mother and telling her he’d be back a little bit later.

Juza would have been on time had it not been for the punk Banri following him and trying to pick fights with him every other minute. Now, because he had to spend so long trying to ditch Banri, he was late and would have to deal with the embarrassment of everybody seeing him turned away at the door.

He looked at the theatre sign. Maybe he could just walk away now and forget about all of this.

“Excuse me, are you here for the Autumn Troupe auditions?”

Juza turned around, very surprised at the sudden voice next to him. It was a shorter man with glasses and a really bad sense of style.

“Don’t be shy, come on in!”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Isuke Matsukawa, the manager at Mankai. The director is inside with the Summer Troupe and a couple others who just walked in. Would you like me to show you to the stage where the auditions are going to be?”

Juza was confused. This short man, Matsukawa, was offering to show him to the stage for auditions? Was he really not going to be turned away? Would he actually have a chance? For the first time since he saw the paper, he wished he had mentioned it to his mom and brother. They’d be so happy he’d get to actually audition.

“Thank you. That would be nice, sir.”

“You can drop the sir part, it makes me feel old. Anyway, follow me!”

Matsukawa led Juza into the theatre where he had been the night before, watching Muku shine on stage. Today he saw the summer troupe in casual clothes and two boys who were chatting with everybody there. In the middle of the group was the odd one, the only girl. She had long brown hair that went down to her waist and Juza thought her eyes looked like they were the same color as caramel.

“That’s Izumi Tachibana, the director. She’s doing the auditions today!”

Juza suddenly felt his heart drop. Girls tended to avoid him or run away from him and if she was doing the auditions, she probably wouldn’t take him seriously, if she even let him up on stage at all.

“Director” Matsukawa called out and Izumi looked up and smiled. “I found someone interested in auditioning!”

He led Juza down to the group, and suddenly he was standing next to Muku.

“Ju-”

Juza slightly shook his head. He didn’t want them to think any less of Muku because they were related. It’d be best if Muku didn’t talk to him casually.

“What’s your name?” Izumi asked as Matsukawa made his way outside.

“Juza Hyodo.”

“Hi, Juza, I’m Izumi Tachibana, the director of Mankai Company. The summer troupe is here helping with auditions!”

“I’m Muku Sakisaka.”

“Kazunari Miyoshi, my dude! Nice to meet you!”

“I’m Yuki Rurikawa. Yes, I wear dresses and yes, I am a boy. Hack, just because you’re a celebrity doesn’t mean you happen to be exempt from introductions!”

“I know that! And I’m not a hack! Tenma Sumeragi, Summer Troupe leader.”

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiii! I’m Misumi! Do you like tri-tri-triangles?”

This was a weird bunch of people. “Nice to meet you all and triangles are cool I guess?”

The purple haired one, Misumi smiled at him and shoved something in his hands. “Here’s a Mr. Triangle for you! He’ll give you good luck!”

“Misumi.” Izumi called out. “We’ve talked about this. You have to ask if it’s okay to give them a Mr. Triangle.”

“Because people may not like it being shoved at them and I need to wait for an answer?”

“Exactly! I’m glad you remember it, but you should apologize and ask if he wants to still hold it, okay?”

“Okaaaaaay.” Misumi turned away from Izumi back to him. “Sorry for shoving a Mr. Triangle at you. I should have asked if you wanted to hold him before giving him to you, because it’s rude to randomly shove things at people and I should have waited so you could answer. Do you still want to hold Mr. Triangle?”

Juza smiled at him. ��If it’s okay with you, I’ll hold him. Thank you.”

Misumi smiled. “Yay! Juza likes the Mr. Triangle!”

“Alright boys, if you’re auditioning I want you to line up in front of the stage! Summer Troupe, you can sit down along the first row if you want.”

Juza made his way to the stage next to two others. A man with brown hair and a scar on his chin and a boy with red hair. They both smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I found another one interested!” Matsukawa burst in and Juza felt his heart drop as he stared at the face who was beside him, Banri Settsu.

“I didn’t say I was interested, asshat! I was looking for someone to fight!”

“What are you doing here?”

Banri noticed Juza standing there. “That’s my line, asshole.” He took a step forward and Juza followed suit. Red hair looked like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Brown hair had a look on his face that Juza couldn’t read.

“Well, this isn’t very peaceful.” Brown hair spoke up.

Suddenly Red hair’s face lit up. “I know you, Juza! You go to my school!”

Banri shot off another insult and Juza fired one back. They kept this going until a voice cut through.

“Will the both of you stop with the shouting! If you don’t wanna be here then leave. The only fights that should happen in theatre are stage fights!”

Juza and Banri both froze to see a blonde man standing in the doorway with a very serious look on his face. Juza stepped back beside red hair. Banri stood on his other side. Izumi’s face lit up. Juza noticed Muku looked scared. If he learned that the blonde man had somehow hurt Muku, he would fight him right here.

“Thank you for coming! I didn’t think you’d make it!”

“Wait, Sakyo was the other person you scouted for Autumn?”

Juza filed this information away. If Muku knew the man’s name was Sakyo and looked scared of him, something might have happened and Juza was ready to throw punches if he learned of any incidents.

“It’s the Yakuza.” Green hair said, Juza thought they said their name was Yuki, but he couldn’t remember.

And then his full line hit Juza as red hair spoke up. “Y-yakuza?”

“Now, now, looks can be deceiving.” Izumi spoke up. “Sakyo has watched over the theatre for years. He knows and loves this company more than anybody else here. I think he’s a necessary asset to us.”

“So he’s not just a scary debt collector?” Tenma asked.

“Can we stop with the idle talking and get on to acting? I have other things to do today.” Sakyo spoke up.

Izumi nodded and gestured for him to join the line and then passed lines to everybody. “When you boys go up on stage I want you to introduce yourself and tell us your experience with acting, then recite the lines I gave you.”

Brown hair went up first. “My name is Omi Fushimi, I’m a uni student at Yosei University, and I’m in the photography club. I’ve never acted before.”

Juza thought Omi did well. His voice was loud and clear, even if he didn’t know how to move. He finished and Izumi gestured for him to join Summer Troupe in the front row.

Red hair walked up. “My name is Taichi Nanao, and I’m a second year at O High! I’m a total newbie to this as well!”

For being a total newbie, Taichi did amazing. His voice was loud and clear, and his actions were a bit clumsy, but you could tell what he wanted to show.

Izumi pointed at Banri and he went up. “Banri Settsu, Hana High third year. Never been on a stage before.”

Juza hated to admit it, but Banri was good. He had good timing for pausing and expressed his emotions clearly, his voice was loud and clear. He was even better than Taichi had been.

“Are you sure you’ve never been on stage before?”

“Yeah, but it ain’t no problem for me.”

“Alright. Can you come join the others on the front row? Juza, you’re next.”

Juza was terrified. “I’m Juza Hyodo, a third year at O High. I’ve never acted before.”

He went through his lines and when he was done he looked into the audience seats. Summer Troupe looked intrigued, Omi had a sad smile on his face, and Taichi gave him a thumbs up. Banri started laughing.

“You are the worst, Hyodo, I swear-”

“Banri, if you are going to bully Juza or anybody else you will not be allowed to join this company do you understand.” Izumi had a steely look on her face and Juza imagined that if she got really angry she’d be scarier than the Sakyo guy.

“I want to join the theatre, please.” Juza ignored Banri and bowed as low as he possibly could.

“Stand up, Juza. You can join.” Izumi smiled softly at him.

“Really?”

“Of course. Go sit in the front row.’

“How do you plan to improve Hyodo’s acting?”

“Izumi makes training regimens for each actor so they can work on the things they struggle with! They’re really fun and the others are always happy to join you if you want them too! They helped me be less anxious!” Muku spoke up. Summer troupe nodded.

“Yeah, Sakuya, the Spring Troupe leader, said that she’ll adjust the regimens as needed!” Tenma added on. “She does her research and thinks about what would be best for each actor to develop and grow, both on and off stage!”

“So he’s really going to join?” Banri seemed like he was trying to convince himself it was a joke.

“It’s better to have someone with little talent and lots of passion than someone with some talent and no passion. If you don’t like it, you can leave, the door is back there, boy.”

“What’d you just say to me, you old man?”

“Alright, both of you, stop it. Juza is joining and that’s final. Juza, you can come find a seat down here.”

Juza sat beside Misumi and pulled the Mr. Triangle out of his pocket. “Do you want your triangle back?”

Misumi smiled at him. “You can keep him! He’s going to bring you good luck!”

Juza smiled at him. “Thank you, Misumi.”

Sakyo walked on stage. “I’m Sakyo Furuichi. I work with the Ginsenkai Family. I acted as a kid, but I haven’t been on stage since.”

Though he said he hadn’t been on stage since he was young, Juza could tell he remembered the basics. His voice was clear and smooth, and his actions were clumsy like Taichi’s but he was able to cover up some of the clumsiness by changing his actions.

“Welcome, boys, to the Mankai Company Autumn Troupe! Now, for some smaller details now that you’ve joined. Mankai company has dorms that are available if you want to stay there. If you are a minor, I will need to call and talk to your parents to get their permission. If you don’t want to stay in the dorms, or you are unable to, you can still travel between the theatre and your house.”

The other four boys volunteered to stay in the dorms and after some phone calls Banri and Taichi were allowed to join Omi and Sakyo in the dorms.

Izumi turned to Juza. “Would you like to stay in the dorms? Moving day is next Saturday.”

“Can I talk to my family first and talk to you about it later?”

Izumi smiled. “Of course. Sakuya from Spring Troupe is usually here practicing, but the others come in often as well, so stop by here and someone can lead you to the dorms to talk to me, okay.”

Juza nodded. The boys all went their separate ways.

Juza felt like he was in a dream his entire walk home. For the first time in his life, he was able to audition and he got accepted in, even though he was so bad compared to everyone else. He opened the door. “I’m home.”

“Welcome back, Juza!” His mom poked her head around the corner. “Juza, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“His mom wiped her thumb across his face. “You’re crying. Did something happen? Are you hurt?”

“I- actually, is Kumon awake?”

“Yeah, his fever went down a bit. He’s been waiting for you. Let me check you for injuries.”

“Mom, I’m not injured, I swear, but I need to talk to you and Kumon together, so I’ll bring him to the couch, okay.”

“If you insist you aren’t hurt, I’ll believe you, but if you are lying to me, you’ll be in trouble.”

“Understood.” Juza smiled and made his way to Kumon’s room. He knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

“Hey, Kumon. Are you feeling better?”

Kumon beamed at him. “Yep! My fever went down a bit! Are you crying? Is everything okay? Did you get hurt? Does mom know?”

“Kumon, I’m not hurt.”

“Pinky promise?” Kumon held up a hand, pinky extended.

Juza linked their hands, “Pinky promise.” Kumon smiled. “Good.”

“I do need to talk to you and mom together. Are you feeling well enough to go to the couch?”

Kumon nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Juza stayed by his side as they made their way down the hall to the living room. Kumon sat on the couch and tried to catch his breath. Their mom walked in and handed Kumon a glass of water before sitting down next to him. Juza sat across from them on the other couch.

“I didn’t tell you where I was going today.”

“Yes, you did leave that detail out when you left.”

“I found a flyer last night. For auditions for a theatre troupe.”

Kumon looked up with wide eyes and his mom smiled at him gently. “Is that why you were crying? Did you get turned away again?”

“No, they let me audition.”

His mom and Kumon froze for a moment before smiling like crazy.

“What happened, Juza?” Kumon was vibrating in his spot.

“I got accepted into the theatre company.” Juza was aware that tears were falling down his face again, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care as his brother and mother ran over to hug him.

“Which theatre company did you join?”

“Mankai Company.”

“I’ve heard of them somewhere.”

“Auntie and Uncle mentioned them. It’s Muku’s theatre troupe.”

“You’ll be acting with Muku!”

“No, Mankai is split into four sub-troupes based on the seasons. Muku is in the Summer Troupe. I am in the Autumn Troupe.”

“That’s amazing!”

“There’s more. They have dorms. The director wanted to know if I’d be interested in staying there. Moving day is next Saturday, and she’ll need your permission to allow me to stay there.”

His mom smiled at him. “Do you want to stay in the dorms?”

“I do. There are other actors there I can learn from and I want to stay close so I can get along with my troupe mates.”

“Then I give my permission.”

“I’ll visit often, I promise.”

“Juza, what’s in your pocket?”

Juza pulled out the Mr. Triangle. “When I first walked into the theatre one of the Summer Troupe boys, Misumi, shoved it in my hands. He said it was a Mr. Triangle for good luck. He also told me I could keep it.”

“That was very kind of him.”

“It must really have good luck in it! You get it and then you can audition for the first time and you get accepted into the same troupe as Muku!

Juza smiled. “I think you’re right, Kumon.”

“When can I talk to the director about you staying in the dorms?”

“She said that tomorrow there’ll be guys in the theatre who can take us to the dorms to talk to her.”

“I wanna go too.”

“If your fever is still there, you’ll be staying in bed. If it’s gone, you have baseball practice.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Don’t worry Kumon. I’m sure you can stop by to visit the dorm sometime.”

“Okay.”

The next morning Juza wove through the streets with his mother until they were in front of the theatre. Juza opened the door.

“Citron, I don’t think that prop can be used as a sword1” A pink-haired boy was frantically trying to take a prop away from a man in a foreign looking outfit, who was laughing as he swung the prop around. The pink-haired boy looked up. “Oh, hello! I’m Sakuya, leader of the Spring Troupe! Can I help you?”

“I’m Juza Hyodo, this is my mom. I auditioned yesterday and needed to talk to my family about the dorms. I was told I could come here and someone would be able to bring me to the Director?”

“Nice to meet you, Juza! Nice to meet you, ma’am!” Sakuya smiled and jumped off the stage, the other one (Citron?) following close behind. “Just follow us!”

“Hi! I’m Citron!”

“Hello. Thank you.”

Sakuya and Citron led Juza and his mom down the road until they were in front of a large dorm building. Misumi was laying on the ground with a boy Juza didn’t recognize from auditions. Kazunari and Yuki saw Juza and made their way over.

“Hey! It’s Hyodle! What’s up, my dude? You here to talk to the director?” Kazunari was bouncing with energy.

“Hyodle?”

“Sorry, Friendly McExtrovert here gives everybody nicknames like that. I’m Yuki, in case you didn’t remember my name. There were a lot of names to remember yesterday.”

“We needed to talk to the director. Sakuya and Citron brought us here.” Juza looked around and realized the two had disappeared.

“They probably went back to the theatre. If they brought you here then they probably went back to clean up and lock up the theatre. They’ll be back soon.” Yuki turned and waved for them to follow.

Inside was chaotic. Several boys were running around. A couple of boys were arguing in the corner about something. Izumi stepped out from the hallway and all the boys froze.

“Please keep it down, I’m on the phone with Sakuya. He did well on his history test so he gets to choose what dinner is tonight.” She looked up and smiled at Juza and his mom. “I’ll be with you two in a moment, please, have a seat.”

Several boys finally noticed Juza and his mom standing awkwardly off to the side. Izumi stepped back into the room. “Would you two like to talk in the courtyard outside? Or maybe the kitchen?”

“The kitchen would be fine, dear.”

Juza and his mom followed Izumi back.

“Your name is Juza Hyodo, right?”

Juza nodded.

“Great! I wanted to make sure I remembered it properly.” She sent a smile to him and directed her attention to the side. “Are you his parent?”

“Yes, I’m his mother.”

“I’m assuming you’re here to talk with me about whatever decision you’ve made regarding the dorms.”

“You would be correct, dear. I wanted to let you know I’m giving permission for him to stay here.”

“That’s great! Saturday is move in day and we’ll decide roommates then too! Do either of you have questions about anything?”

“I have a few for you, dear.”

“Okay, ma’am. Juza, if you don’t have any questions you are more than welcome to go introduce yourself to the spring and summer troupes and explore the building.”

Juza nodded and got up.

This would be the start of a new Juza Hyodo.

#juza hyodo #kumon hyodo #a3!#my fic #autumn troupe

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etherrealoblivion · 4 years

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A Joint Effort

Prompt: I just thought of this for some reason, but imagine everyone in the bau all high as fuck, in one room together.

Words: 1,905

A/N: for the bad b*tches in my MGG group chat. Love y’all.

Content Warning!!!!: Drugs (weed)

MASTERLIST

It had started out a regular Friday evening. Well, as regular as a Friday evening could be for the sorry few that worked in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.

After a particularly draining case, the team decided a night out would be the best way to unwind. More precisely, Morgan decided and convinced the others with much help from Garcia.

So that’s how a mother, a genius, a spy, a hacker, a playboy, a boss, and a millionaire all ended up stumbling home, drunk off their asses down the empty streets of D.C.

Sadly, J.J, who had been the designated driver, didn’t get the memo until after her fourth drink. Garcia, the messenger, was a little late on delivering it. By then, everyone else was already wasted so Hotch figured it was time to go home. Or, actually, to crash at Rossi’s place. He was nearby and had enough bedrooms for everyone to rest peacefully, although the team had a slight notion that the party wasn’t quite over.

This thought was confirmed quite quickly for as everyone plopped down amongst the plethora of cozy chairs in Rossi’s living room, Morgan found the millionaires liquor cabinet, shamelessly helping himself to the array of drinks there.

However, before he could indulge too far, a small wooden box caught his eye as he was about to select a fifty-year scotch.

Alcohol didn’t seem to affect his profiling skills as he deduced what was in the box as if there was a note written on it.

Smirking, Morgan wondered whether or not his team members would. Rossi would, for sure. Garcia, definitely probably. Hotch? Reid? Hmm.

“Hey, Rossi,” Morgan said, putting on a voice of drunken interest, “what’s this box, here?”

Rossi’s head snapped to where he was standing, confirming his suspicions. Before he could speak, Reid piped up, stammering slightly.

“That’s an 1870’s oakwood Captain James box. Collectors quality. Only four hundred were made.”

“Isn’t that a lot?” Garcia asked, taking off her heels.

“Yes, for the era. But three hundred and seventeen were lost to the ocean on the shipwreck of the Casterberous. Interestingly enough--”

“Actually,” Morgan butted in, slowly opening the box and smiling as he saw what was in it, “What I was more interested in was what was in the box.”

Rossi, always composed, shrugged and stood walking towards morgan.

“What can I say? In our line of work, one tends to need to . . . destress every now and again.”

Hotch snorted, finally realizing what the mystery box contained. Dave had told him of his habit, but Hotch never really given it much thought. Everyone had their vices.

“What’s in it?” Prentiss said, trying to steal a glimpse.

“Wait . . .” Garcia paused for a moment, shot Morgan a look to which he smirked knowingly, then burst into laughter, clutching her sides and rolling back on the couch.

J.J looked from Garcia to Rossi, the latter standing with his hands in his pockets, looking sheepish. She quickly put two and two together.

“Oh my god!”

“What?” Reid was still confused. “What, what is it? What have I missed?”

Morgan raised his eyebrows at Rossi questioningly to which the older man nodded softly. So Morgan placed the box, lid open, on the coffee table. So that everyone could see the set of pre-rolled cigarettes laying on purple satin within.

Prentiss smiled.

“Well, well, well. David Rossi, do my eyes deceive me, or is that Acapulco gold?”

Everyone but Reid laughed, who was looking at the cigarette curiously.

“I don’t understand. Cigarettes? Prentiss used to smoke, I don’t see the big deal.”

J.J. pat his head.

“You’ll learn, Spence. You’ll learn. May I?” she directed the last part to Rossi, gesturing toward the box.

He waved a hand.

“Be my guest. As long as no one is uncomfortable?” he phrased it as a question.

Murmurs of assent filled the room, everyone but Reid and Hotch reaching for one of the neatly rolled cigarettes in the box and Rossi going to fetch his lighter and put on a quiet record for background noise.

“J.J? You don’t smoke tobacco?”

Morgan laughed. Pretty boy was a genius at most things. This not being one of them.

“Spence,” J.J. took the lighter from Rossi and lit her cigarette, a pungent smell quickly filling the room, “it’s not tobacco.”

A look of comprehension finally found its way onto Reid’s face, causing everyone looking at him to shake with laughter.

“Oh.”

Morgan slapped him on the back, handing him a lit joint. “‘Oh’ is right. Now listen, no peer pressure, Pretty Boy. You get uncomfortable, stand up, and go to bed, no judgment. But, if you wanna chill out for a while, get that genius mind to calm down, take a puff of this.” And Morgan brought his joint to his lips, steadily taking a drag and blowing it out with practiced expertise.

A moment of hesitation was all Spencer needed, quickly reassured by the ease with which his friends and colleagues began to smoke. Then, he brought the joint to his mouth and took a deep breath.

As expected, he coughed immediately, a horrible hacking noise as blue-ish smoke expelled from his mouth and nose.

His friends started to giggle, already feeling the high hit them.

Hotch finally decided to join in after a few minutes of watching everyone enjoy themselves. Reid recovered surprisingly quickly, barely coughing the second and third times and not at all by the fourth.

It suddenly occurred to everyone that they’d all been silent the whole time. Garcia, of course, was the first to rectify this.

“Okay, when was the last time everybody got high? Go.” She pointed to her left where J.J sat sprawled out against her.

“Um. Oh god. Three months before I found out I was pregnant with Henry. Although I’m not sure you’d count that as ‘high’. It was one hit from a bong at this party I went to.”

“A party?!” Prentiss said, surprised. “When? Where?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!” everyone exclaimed.

“Okay! Jeez. It was when we had that weekend off after the Garner case. I went down to New Orleans to see Will and . . . one thing led to another.”

“Is that why you kept texting me asking for pictures of my cat?” Garcia giggled, absentmindedly petting J.J’s hair.

“Yeah. . . I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a robot. Don’t ask.”

After a bit of laughter, everyone recovered and it was Hotch’s turn next.

“Four years ago. After the Nieman case in Tampa. Haley was the one who suggested it. It did help me relax, but the taste is something I couldn’t stand.”

Everyone nodded slightly, accepting this answer as valid.

Rossi shrugged, gesturing to the now empty box. Clearly he had smoked recently, probably within the month so the question passed to Morgan.

“I’m gonna be honest. I . . . partake whenever we have free time.”

“So. . . ?” J.J asked.

Morgan sighed.

“Last weekend.”

Wow. Garcia started to laugh which caused a domino effect on the rest of the team. Reid was finally relaxing into the feeling, laughing along with his friends.

“Y’all think that’s real funny, huh?” Morgan said, unable to stop the smile forming on his face.

“Yep,” Reid said through another puff, suppressing a cough. “Only because it makes so much sense.”

“Oh yeah?” Morgan got a mischievous look in his eye. “Okay, Prentiss. Your turn.”

Emily, who had been laughing heartily, suddenly froze, looking nervously around the room.

“I, er, I don’t recall.”

Morgan chuckled.

“Well then, allow me to refresh your memory. Last weekend I’m minding my own business when I get a call from Emily here. She’s going off about how expensive movie tickets are and how it’s cheaper to buy back-alley weed. I tell her not to worry, I’ve got my hands on the good stuff right here. Needless to say, within the hour we were both high off our asses.”

Prentiss had turned bright pink, taking a sip from a water bottle she’d withdrawn from her purse. Looking back, she should have known better than to hide her face from a group of seasoned profilers.

“Oh, damn, Emily!” Garcia bounced on the couch, shaking J.J who groaned. “Why didn’t you tell me! You know I am always one phone call and thirty-five minutes away.”

Emily glanced at Derek, smirking. “That’s the problem, Pen. Sometimes you can be a little . . . much.”

Garcia gasped softly, “Emilia, you offend me. I’m offended. I’m chill! I’m a chill person,” she added, a little shrilly, sending the group into yet another fit of laughter.

“What? Look at me now! I’m relaxing on the couch, totally at peace.”

In her defense, she was. Absentmindedly braiding J.J’s hair and working out the knots in it. One sharp pull made J.J wince.

“Ow! Yeah, ‘at peace’ my ass.”

“Shush! Reid, go.”

Spencer opened his mouth but Morgan spoke first.

“Aw, come on, Baby Girl. You saw how Pretty Boy here coughed. He hasn’t touched a drug in his life.”

“I-”

“Oh, come on. People don’t only cough when they’ve never smoked before. Besides, he went to Caltech AND got a doctorate at MIT. Those Ivy Leagues have the most toked up students anyway.”

“Well, I-”

“Nah,” Morgan interrupted. “Pretty Boy’s been sober his whole life.”

“Actually . . .”

Morgan’s head snapped to Reid, as quick as he could under the influence. Which, in retrospect was not all that quick.

“Kid. You’re telling me you’ve done this before?”

Reid went even pinker than Emily had.

“Not, uh. Not exactly. I’ve certainly never smoked a joint with anyone. But, well. That wasn’t the question.”

“What was the question?” Garcia asked.

“You’re the one who asked it!”

She simply shrugged, reapplying her lipstick smoothly. The high was slowly wearing off everyone.

“You asked when the last time everyone got high was,” Reid explained, his hands gesticulating wildly. “While I have never smoked - really no one should, the things it does to your lungs - I have ingested marijuana before.”

“What!?” Morgan and Garcia exclaimed, prompting an even louder Shh from Rossi. Hotch was smirking softly, lighting several candelabras around the room, attempting to clear the air of the stench.

“What?” Reid asked, annoyed at their shock. “I might be nerdy but I’m not a prude.”

Prentiss laughed and remarked to J.J, “Next thing he’s gonna be telling us he’s not a virgin.”

“Actual-”

“Stop, right there, kid,” Morgan butted in, settling down on the couch for the night. “That’s not the kinda thing I wanna hear about right now.”

“But you were curious about me getting high before!”

“Yeah, that’s your business.”

Prentiss butted in, “Besides, we should just focus on the now. It seems while we’ve all partook before, but never together like this. This time it’s a… a…”

“A joint effort,” Reid said, glancing around the room with a playful smile.

A collective groan followed his quip and several pillows were thrown his way.

“You’re lucky I’m barely stoned,” Garcia said. “I’d come over there and give you a proper pillow fight.”

Rossi leaned forward over the old box.

“Ladies, gents,” he lifted the purple satin lining revealing several more pre-rolled marijuana cigarettes, “the night is still young.”

And so, the FBI profilers hotboxed David Rossi’s living room, laughing about nonsense and learning much more than they’d wanted to about Spencer Reid’s sexual history

#criminal minds #spencer reid #emily prentiss #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #hotch #penelope garcia #david rossi #fanfic #fanfiction #thank you alanna

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unbury-the-gays · 3 years

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(hello, zkretchy but on my main blog here to throw out a little, kinda even, package of those ask meme asks into here and simultaneously stopping myself from just asking all of them)So I politely ask for Numbers 2 (and 3 actually add that in), 13, 17 and uh 25 or 27 idk how far you all are with any possible future dealings - also congrats on 45kwords! Thats a lot of them holy shit and well done!

Hi, zkretchy, thanks for the ask! We had lots of fun brainstorming these.

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?

So I know you said one sentence, but we'll do you one better: one word.

Kiyan about Adrien: Bastard. Adrien about Kiyan: Mine!

That about sums them up at the moment, really.

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

Kiyan would make a sour face and insist he saw nothing worth complimenting in the bastard, but if you made him be honest he'd admit he's attractive and smart and fun to argue with. But he would struggle to say it to Adrien directly, for a couple reasons. The first is that Adrien would be absolutely insufferable about it. He'd just be so incredibly happy about the slightest compliment from Kiyan and that much extrovert energy is just Too Much for Kiyan. Also, he has difficulty forming compliments because they're not really something he's familiar with, either giving or receiving.

Adrien is a bit cautious about giving Kiyan compliments directly at the moment, because he correctly identified that Kiyan does not know what to do with them. But he's getting bolder about it. He tells Kiyan he's beautiful when he finds him in the waterfall. And he's absolutely talking Titus's ear off about how awesome Kiyan is 😂.

Ultimately they both suffer from self-esteem issues that make compliments complicated, but they respond very differently.

Adrien needs to hear compliments. Knowing Kiyan finds him attractive, interesting, and smart would absolutely thrill him. Adrien wants to please him, wants to be wonderful to him, wants to be admired and take anything and everything, even the smallest praise.

On the other hand, accepting a compliment would make Kiyan uneasy, at least initially. That would be something he would have to learn. It's not that he finds receiving compliments unpleasant. It would just be strange and new to him and would require him to deal with his low self-esteem.

13. Name something they would never do for the other person.

This one was interesting! Considering that they both have a selective morality and don't hesitate to either kill or die (Adrien is almost looking for an opportunity to get himself into a dangerous situation, and Kiyan may not want to die, but he shielded Adrien with his body without hesitation, so), the usual limits don't really apply. They would burn the world for each other, and the people living there, because neither the world nor the people have offered them anything that they would consider valuable so far. So they would kill and die and do other bad things for each other. And it would be disturbingly easy for them. But what they wouldn't do for the other is change who they are.

Kiyan's instance of this is practically canon: Adrien offers him a position as his kept man and Kiyan runs away. That offer is what breaks the hold that his fascination and attraction to Adrien have, the bond they are forming. He wouldn't give up on going on the Path, he wouldn't give up being a witcher, because it's an integral part of who he is. Neither his pride nor his temperament would allow him.

Adrien is more complicated. Despite being overbearing and possessive, he is willing to make concessions for Kiyan. He is willing to change so that this relationship can work. Despite the fact that he doesn't understand many things and does many things wrong (and from wrong reasons), he is willing to cooperate as long as he sees that he can gain something from it. But submission is not in his nature. The more Kiyan tries to take control, the more he will fight for it. He understands relationships entirely as a play of dominance and control because those are the only relationships he's ever known. Adrien is afraid of being controlled, but the only way he knows is to control back. He can't really conceptualize a relationship that is equal and doesn't rely on control. So he understands that Kiyan doesn't want to be controlled, but he pushes because he doesn't know any other option and he needs to be in control more than he wants to be what Kiyan wants. The thing is, Kiyan doesn't actually want to dominate the relationship. He just wants Adrien to stop treating him as a possession and be his equal. But Adrien doesn't know how, and so he rebels against what he perceives as a threat to the one thing he won't change.

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

For Kiyan it's definitely scent. Adrien wears a rich scent with a combination of Ofieri spices that reminds him of his mother, and Kiyan has definitely noticed. Also because witcher senses mean the scent is very strong and he's used to keeping track of scents like that. Adrien also smells of horse a lot, which is comforting.

Adrien likes to keep Kiyan's drawings, when he eventually is allowed to see them. And seeing drawings by other people always makes him think of Kiyan. Also he's a collector and has a gift-giving love language even once he gets over the whole possessiveness issue somewhat, so he does a lot of "oh, Kiyan would like that" type thinking, building a little Kiyan catalogue in his head and then gifting the things (slowly so Kiyan doesn't run off, he learned his lesson with the strawberries and courtesans offer 😂).

25. What moves do they know work on the other?

I know you said 25 or 27 but we answered both 😅. They were fun to think about because we hadn't thought about sex a lot with them since they have such a long way to go before they're in a place where they can do things like explore kink 😂.

In general, something that works on Adrien is when someone needs him. Not just sexually, but with everything. This applies not only to Kiyan, but also in a way with his relationship with Gisbert and also in a way with his guards - these people need him; without him they would have nowhere to go. So even if Adrien weren't in the mood for something (not just sex, though Adrien not in the mood for sex is hard to imagine) if Kiyan admitted he needed it, it would chang the mood. Kiyan doesn't know this yet, but it's not that hard to figure out. What Kiyan knows at the moment is that it is really enough for him to be alone in the same room with Adrien. But that's more of an action of unresolved sexual tension than of an actual thing that would work. Playing hard to get or making something into a challenge also seems to work. Right now it's because of the UST, but once they resolve it they could probably have some fun with playing with that deliberately.

With Kiyan, it annoys him how arrogant, possessive and pushy Adrien can be. So the more Adrien shows these traits, the more Kiyan will say no. But when Adrien shows more humility, as he sheds his arrogant asshole mask and shows his more vulnerable face, Kiyan doesn't quite know how to fight it. Kiyan has a hard time saying no to an actual vulnerable honest request because he genuinely does care for and desire Adrien. If Adrien can be vulnerable enough to say "please," Kiyan can't resist him. (Adrien noticed this but, being someone who sees everything as a power struggle, thought it was about humiliating him. It's an exhausting way to live. He needs so many whacks with the "be a better person" hammer.)

27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share?

Ok so overall, they defintiely get kinky but don't go in much for the D/s side of things. They both need control of their own mental state too much to ever really give that over to each other. But Kiyan's witcher senses make sensation play very fun, and Adrien is totally down for being tied up. Adrien's active imagination also makes for some fun roleplay, which Kiyan indulges.

Also for Maximum Angst, Kiyan used to enjoy bondage and pain stuff, but after Ireneus he can't stand them 😭. Only soft gentle things for our witcher, which Adrien is more than happy to provide.

And then we got side tracked by a scenario and had two very different responses to it.

The scenario:

Kiyan tying Adrien to bed, gagging him, Adrien all horny, and instead of going into action, Kiyan takes this opportunity to finally go to meditate in peace.

Gav's thoughts (aka what Adrien is thinking):

Adrien tied and gagged and impossibly turned on and all he can do is lay there and watch Kiyan meditate, completely serene. Reminds them of all the times Kiyan kissed him and ran away at the beginning. Only now Kiyan is still there, Adrien can see him, and he can't touch or talk or do anything. It's not about Kiyan being in control of Adrien, it's about Adrien accepting that he has no control over Kiyan. He just has to wait and hope Kiyan will choose him

Advena's thoughts (aka what Kiyan is thinking):

Kiyan comes back from the Path tired, but Adrien missed him a lot and doesn't give him peace. So they have sex once, twice, three times, Adrien is generally insatiable and Kiyan is finally like: Hey you wanna try something different? And Adrien, all excited, of course he wants to. So Kiyan ties him up, gags him, and finally has a moment of peace.

So that was amusing. Basically, extrovert boyfriends are exhausting and like to read symbolism into your attempts to get some peace and quiet 😂.

Thanks again for the ask! These were fun to answer!

#asks answered #zkretchy #baekuras #kiyan #kiyan/adrien #lemon #n/sfw #headcanons #ask game

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themetaphorgirl · 4 years

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(1/1) This is at_the_chamber_door from A03. I've got a Boarding Alternate Universe headcanon--study groups! Maybe if everyone's loaded with work, projects, or upcoming tests, they'll get together at night (preferably at a round table, ha) and work. Well, work-ish: The only people actually working the entire time are Hotch, Alex, and JJ. I'm running out of characters so I shall send another ask with a part 2!

drabbles are supposed to be short. this is about 2,000 words. oops.

I hope y’all like it though! I love these kids with my whole heart.

my writing tag | the boarding school AU

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JJ rifled through her piles of papers, frowning. Her biology info packet was in there somewhere, she just knew it. But maybe she could wait and work on biology later, maybe she should work on history first.

“Okay, you guys, I’m starting to freak out,” Penelope said, knocking over her stack of rainbow-colored gel pens. “How bad are midterms? Like...really. What should I expect?”

“They’re not bad, as long as you study,” Hotch said absently.

Penelope dropped the gel pens she’d started to pick up. “I’ve forgotten how to study!” she shrieked. “Oh my god! Everything in my brain has been erased!”

Spencer perked up. “Ooh! It could be lacunar amnesia!” he said. “That’s when-”

“Spencer, no,” Hotch sighed.

“Take a breath, baby girl,” Derek said, scooping up the pens and handing them back. “You’re smart, you’ll remember stuff.”

She set the pens back into rainbow order. “You say that now,” she said. “What if I do forget? Or I forget which exam is at which time? Oh, god, what if I sleep through them!”

“You’re not going to sleep through them,” JJ reassured her. “I’ll wake you up.”

She turned back to her own piles of notes and worksheets. This was the sixth time that Penelope had freaked out in the last two hours, and doubtless she’d freak out a few more times until midterms were over. At least since they were studying together, other people could chime in and help calm her down.

They’d agree collectively to spend Sunday studying together for their respective tests. As a group they had overtaken the seventh floor common room, lounging around in their pajamas, piling up textbooks and coffee cups and snacks. Hotch, Alex, and Spencer sat at the round table while Dave sat between James and Emily on the couch; Penelope and Derek sprawled on the rug in front of the silent television. JJ had claimed a corner of the room for herself, spreading out her papers in small piles.

James pulled his binder close to his chest and frowned. “Dave, are you copying off me?” he asked.

“No, never,” Dave said. He ate another handful of pretzels. “Absolutely not. I’m copying off Emily.”

James squinted at Dave’s mostly-empty notebook page. “You are copying off me!” he accused. “Do your own work, Rossi, Jesus.”

“Okay, then I will copy off Emily,” Dave said. “And she won’t know because she’s listening to music.”

“Fuck off,” Emily said absently, her airpods still tucked in her ears.

“She’s not even in any of your classes,” James pointed out.

Dave shrugged. “Whatever, it’s fine,” he said. “I’ll get into college either way.”

Penelope dropped her sticker-covered composition book. “Oh, god! What if I don’t get into college?” she said.

“You’ll get into college, Pen,” Alex said. “Don’t look so far ahead. Focus on this week’s tests.”

Penelope huffed in frustration. “JJ, do you have your notes from biology class?” she asked.

“Uh...yeah, somewhere,” she said. She rummaged through a stack. “Hold on…”

“JJ, can you find anything in there?” James asked. “It looks like everything you own exploded.”

“I have a system,” she explained.

“You can borrow my notes!” Spencer said. He leaned forward to stretch across the table; Alex caught him before he could tip out of his chair. “Here! Do you have any questions?”

Penelope frowned. “That’s it?” she said. “A single piece of paper? And...your handwriting is completely illegible.”

He shrugged. “It makes sense to me,” he said.

“Spencer, sit down before you fall on your face,” Hotch said. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

Dave threw a pretzel at Emily. “Hey! She’s not studying!” he said. “Repeat, Emily Prentiss is not studying!”

“Narc,” she shot back, scooping pretzels off the couch and throwing them back at his face.

“Everyone!” Dave said, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Emily Prentiss is online shopping! Shopping for-” He leaned over her shoulders. “She’s bidding on a seventy-five dollar tee shirt on eBay.”

Emily slammed the lid of her macbook shut. “That tour got canceled after three stops, it’s a collector’s item!” she said.

“Emily, didn’t your mom say that she was going to cancel your credit card if you got below a C on your history midterm?” Alex asked, tapping her pen against her chin.

“Just the Amex,” Emily shrugged. “Also, that pen isn’t capped.”

“Oh! Shit.”

Spencer frowned. “Can I borrow somebody’s computer really fast?” he asked. “I don’t think this source is correct.”

“Here, munchkin,” Emily said, holding out her macbook. “Just for Miller’s satisfaction, I’ll study for my history test. You can borrow it for now.”

Hotch caught the laptop from Spencer’s small hands and set it down on the table. Spencer squinted at the keyboard. “Where’s the control key?” he asked.

“It’s a macbook, squirt, it’s a command key.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “God, see, this is why I stick to my chromebook,” she said. “Everything makes sense.”

“Your chromebook is the size of a novel.”

“I know, it’s easy to carry.”

Spencer scrunched up his face, pecking at the keyboard letter by letter with his index fingers. “Can somebody type this for me?” he asked. Hotch silently pulled the laptop closer and typed as Spencer spelled out his question.

With Emily distracted by her argument, JJ stole her pillow from the couch and propped it up with her piles of papers, getting comfortable. She bit back a yawn. Studying was exhausting work.

“Okay, I’m done,” Spencer announced. “You can have your computer back, Emily.”

“Thank god, there’s only ten minutes left in this auction and I need this shirt,” she said. Alex rolled her eyes and put on her headphones.

Derek pushed himself off the floor. “Pretty boy, if you’re taking a break-”

“Oh, it’s not a break, I’ve memorized everything.”

“Show off,” Dave grinned.

“Okay, since you’ve memorized everything, you wanna go down to the vending machine in the lobby and get more drinks?” Derek continued. Spencer frowned. “You can pick out something for yourself.”

“Deal!” Spencer said. Derek handed him a handful of crumpled dollar bills.

“Hold on, caro,” Dave said. He dug out his wallet and handed him several more dollars. “Get enough for everybody.”

“Thanks!” Spencer said, and he took off, his little socked feet thumping down the stairs.

“Walk, please, before you faceplant again!” Hotch called. The footsteps faded, but did not slow down. Hotch sighed.

“Derek,” Penelope said. “Derek. Derek Morgan. Chocolate thunder. Pay attention to me.”

“What?”

She thrust a folded paper fortune teller in his face. “Pick one!” she said.

“Pick one what?”

“You have four options, pick one!”

JJ raised an eyebrow. “You’re making cootie catchers?” she said. “I thought you were worried about getting into college.”

“First of all, where I come from, we call them fortune tellers,” Penelope said. “Second of all, I’ve decided I’m not going to college, I will never be able to pass these tests, so I will never get a college degree, so I will just play my ukulele on street corners for the rest of my life.”

“You can always get a college degree and play your ukulele on street corners,” Dave pointed out.

“Derek, please, pick one,” Penelope begged.

He looked at the phrases. “Uh…koala bear, I guess,” he said.

“Now pick a number.”

“Um...three.”

Penelope unfolded the fortune. “You will fail your midterms, flunk out of school, and play the dulcimer in Penelope Garcia’s busking band,” she read. “Oh, that’ll work out nicely.” Derek shook his head.

Spencer ran up the stairs, arms laden down with soda cans. “I’m back!” he said. He dumped them on the floor. “Maybe don’t open them right this second. The carbonation-”

“We’re cramming enough knowledge in our heads today, we don’t need an extra lesson,” Emily said, scowling at her history textbook.

Spencer’s lower lip dropped in a pout. “Don’t make that face,” Hotch warned. “We’ve talked about how sometimes it’s a bad time for facts.”

“I’m not pouting. And there’s never a bad time for facts.”

“Yes, there is,” Derek said. “Like now, when we’re all trying to study.”

“Except me, I’m going to join the circus,” Penelope informed them.

“I’m trying to study too, you guys,” JJ called from her fortress of papers and books.

James rubbed his temples. “Guys...please…” Dave threw a pretzel at him. “Goddammit, David.”

“I was just trying to explain that the carbonation-”

“No!” Emily said, tossing a pillow at Spencer. It bopped him in the face and knocked him backwards.

“Jesus, Emily!” Derek exclaimed.

Hotch buried his face in his hands. “For the love of god, you guys, stop.” he said.

“I’m sorry!” Emily said. “Spencer, wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to smack you, you were just really getting on my nerves, please don’t tell Alex.”

Alex looked up from her chromebook and took out her earbuds. “Hm?” she said. “What’s going on?”

“Emily hit-”

“Penelope said-”

“David threw-”

“Oh my god,” Alex said. “Okay, okay, stop. Just...stop, everybody. One at a time, please.”

Hotch dragged his hands over his face. “I just want a little peace and quiet,” he mumbled into his palms.

“Spence, I’m sorry, really,” Emily said earnestly. “Are you okay?”

Spencer sat up. “To quote Anne Shirley...I am well in body but distinctly rumpled in spirit,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“What’s the translation?” Emily asked.

He pushed himself up off the floor. “You threw a pillow at my face, and I think I’m mad about it!” he accused. “And yes, I know I’m pouting, and I don’t care!”

“Oh, now you’ve done it, Prentiss,” Dave said.

Hotch got up from the table and stomped over to them. “That’s enough,” he said. He picked up Spencer under his arms and plunked him down on Alex’s lap. “Emily, you are six years older than him. Chill.” Dave snickered. “Dave, stop making it worse.”

“Penelope, you’re not going to busk on street corners or join the circus, if you take a second and stop freaking out you’ll realize that you know more than you think you do,” James added.

“Yes! Thank you,” Hotch said. “Derek, you need to take this seriously. You have to keep your grades up or they’ll move you from varsity down to JV. And Wallace will get your spot.”

Derek scowled. “Fuck Wallace,” he grumbled.

“And JJ…” Hotch paused.

“What?” she said. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“No, you’re the most well-behaved, but...why are you upside down?”

JJ blinked. She hadn’t realized how she got there, but sure enough, she was lying on a scattered heap of worksheets with her heels propped up on the wall. “I don’t know, these things happen,” she said. Hotch sighed.

Emily scrambled off the couch. “Okay, okay, I know tensions are running really high right now,” she said. “And I know some of it is my fault-”

“You knocked me over like a bowling pin,” Spencer sulked.

Alex adjusted him on her lap. “I think you’ll live,” she said, and he crossed his arms.

“Stop reminding me! Jesus, I’m trying to apologize!” Emily said. “What if I order pizza for everybody? It’s almost dinner time anyway and we’re all stressed, we should take a break. Will I finally be forgiven?”

Spencer opened his mouth to argue. “Yes,” JJ said immediately. She rolled over to sit up, shifting her papers around. “Oh my god, yes, please.”

“I’ll always vote for pizza,” Derek said.

Penelope looked down at the half-a-dozen fortune tellers scattered around her. “Maybe a break will help me focus again,” she said sadly.

Emily crouched down next to Alex’s chair. “Spencer?” she said sweetly. “Am I forgiven?” He huffed, blowing a lock of hair off his forehead. She poked him lightly. “Am I? Am? Am I?”

His mouth tilted. “Can I tell you the facts I was going to say?” he asked.

Emily sighed. “Yes,” she said. “Go ahead, Dr. Reid. Tell me everything you know about carbonation.”

“You brought this on yourself, Prentiss,” Hotch pointed out.

“I know. I know.”

#au: patron saint of lost causes #criminal minds fanfiction #caitlin writes things #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #david rossi #jennifer jareau #james blake #alex blake #emily prentiss #derek morgan #penelope garcia #these babies are so precious #spencer keeps ending up on alex's lap and I don't care #emily is a terrible role model #jj is an organizational disaster

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Dryadprowl? But I wanna see cute baby bluestreak😘😘

“Y’re full o’ knots,” Jazz said as he lay his servo flat between Prowl’s shoulders. Prowl knew it to be true. He could feel all of them but he still flinched at the glyphs.

“I suppose,” Prowl replied, not knowing where this was heading.

“I wish I could offer ya an oil bath but we don’t even got private washracks. Gotta share it wit the entire floor.”

“I am fine.”

“Mhm,” Jazz hummed. “Hang tight. I got an idea.”

Where was he supposed to go? Prowl watched Jazz retreat to the berthroom he shared with his twins. Where it was the nanite gel or the massage, Prowl’s shoulder felt significantly better. He wondered if it was only temporary, but even if it was, if Jazz was willing to assist him again, perhaps he might be able to heal without significant complications. Jazz returned carrying a basket filled with odds and ends. As he sat down next to Prowl, he offered him a big smile. Even though Prowl could not see his optics through the visor he wore, Prowl was certain that smile reached his optics.

“Just gimme a couple o’ kliks. See if I remember how to put this thing together.”

Prowl only nodded, and he watched with both anticipation and curiosity as Jazz screwed long poles into curved pieces of metal and then screw the poles to a long, horizontal piece. It was a frame, of course, that was what it was. Jazz tested it and it rocked from side to side. The smile on Jazz’s face fascinated Prowl. There was a warmth and a wistfulness to it that Prowl could not quite understand. As he watched his captor/savour work, the thing came together. Jazz flipped the basket upside down and screwed the frame into place. When Jazz righted it Prowl felt foolish that he had not recognized the thing for what it was. This was a bassinet, a beautifully crafted one, with etchings along the trim and covering the canopy. The inside was lined with soft foam and a thick pad. It was by far the prettiest thing Prowl had ever seen.

“It is beautiful,” he said.

“My ‘genitor built it,” Jazz said with the sweetest smile. Prowl flinched internally. He could not let down his guard so easily. “He’s good with his servos. Ric’s practically his clone. But we both take after ‘m more in looks that Ori or Geni.”

“You miss them.”

“I do. Sunny ‘n Sides have only seen ‘em for a few kliks here ‘n there ‘n it’s not right. They should know their grandcreators.”

“Have you thought of slipping off with them?”

“O’er ‘n o’er. It would put the whole caravan in danger ‘n we’ve never quite made the leap. Y’re gonna be good for us, Prowl. Y’re gonna make us take the leap.”

“Oh...”

“Ori ain’t gonna just hand ya off to my genitors ‘n dust off his servos. He’s gonna wanna see ya home, whate’er ya decide home’s gonna be. I do to... Least I can do.”

“I think you have done the least already,” Prowl said. This was close to forgiveness as he was willing to offer at this point in time. His spark was still freshly wounded from having Bluestreak ripped away from him.

“Why don’t ya see how he likes it?” Jazz suggested when he finished hooking some pretty little crystal carved in the shapes of the stars and the moons to the canopy.

Prowl had hardly gone a moment without Bluestreak in his arms. The mega-cycle’s separation was the longest they had ever been apart. But they were not apart, Prowl was right here. Still, he hesitated, lightly stroking Bluestreak’s back as he considered the canopy. He did not believe Jazz was looking for an opportunity to take advantage of him, Jazz had already had every advantage. Gingerly, Prowl set Bluestreak into the bassinet and pet his chase, cooing softly. Bluestreak blinked up at him, then cocked his helm as he looked up at the mobile hanging just out of reach. Bluestreak reached for them, giggling and babbling, as he pulled his necklace to his mouth and sucked on one of the crystals. It dulled. Already he was coming into his own as a dryad, though his root crystal would not be mature enough to leave Prowl’s spark chamber for vorns yet. Out of curiosity, Prowl rocked the cradle every so gently, just to see what Bluestreak thought of it. He watched his creation’s optics dim.

“Ain’t that a pretty picture,” Jazz said. “It’s good to see it used again.”

“Have you been keeping it for your next creations?” Prowl asked

“Ain’t creatin’ again,” Jazz replied. “Ain’t right bringin’ anymore into this. I figured some mega-cycle they might have creations, so I’ve been savin’ it ‘n the one just like it for when they’re grown.”

“Thank you for lending it to him,” Prowl said.

“I thought ya could use a break,” Jazz declared. “Yer shoulders are outta alignment. Yer a bit twisted. Considerin’ the way ya were bein’ kept, it makes sense. If ya wanna lean back against the couch, I can see ‘bout maybe gettin’ ya sorted out.”

“Okay.”

Jazz was not going to hurt him. Prowl reminded himself of this fact as he hugged the pillow as he knelt backwards on the couch. His perception of Jazz behind him was fuzzy as he was standing between Prowl’s doorwings. He was close and it was intimidating, but Jazz would not hurt him. Before he began the massage, Jazz poured oil on Prowl’s back, intentionally tipping the nozzle into gaps within Prowl’s armour. It coated his protoform. When Jazz activated his magnets the oil immediately warmed and Prowl could not stop himself from sighing.

As Jazz smoothed his servos up Prowl’s back, his thumbs pressing firmly against his spinal struts, Prowl sighed. It sounded more like a moan. He was afraid Jazz would get the wrong idea but there was no sign of arousal in the Polihexian’s frame. Jazz worked his digits and the oil into Prowl’s back until the tension bled away completely. Prowl’s optics dimmed to black as Jazz massaged his shoulders and neck. While Jazz carefully worked the knots and kinks from Prowl’s cables and slowly drew his spinal struts back into line, he hummed, and Prowl found himself drifting, not into recharge but something blissfully close. His battle computer hissed caution, but Prowl’s spike of awareness faded as Jazz’s clever servos massaged oil into his poor doorwing joints.

When Jazz drew his servos back, Prowl was almost disappointed. But the massage had done exactly as Jazz had intended and Prowl felt loose-limbed and relaxed in a way he never had before. Bluestreak whimpered and Prowl scooped him out of the bassinet and cradled him in the crook of his arm. His creation started fuelling as soon as Prowl dropped him a line. He had never been so relaxed holding Bluestreak. There was no terror of dropping him. Punch and the Twins returned with a large blue quartzite shrub they had planted in a heavy tub. When Jazz’s originator saw the bassinet he smiled.

“Now that was a brilliant idea, Love.”

“Rocky bye bitty,” Sideswipe cooed.

“He is fuelling right now, but you can help me rock him a little later if you can be gentle,” Prowl offered. The mechling beamed. More surprising was the way Punch and Jazz beamed.

“This outta do ya for a few mega-cycles,” Punch said and he set the shrub down next to what had become Prowl’s corner of the couch. “Y’re lookin’ better, dearspark.”

“Jazz helped me,” Prowl explained. “I forget when I last felt this... good.”

“He has a knack, don’t he?” Punch replied and he smiled at his creation. “I promised the mechlings goodied energon. I’ll make us up five mugs.”

“Sounds great, Ori,” Jazz replied. “Ori makes the best goodied energon.”

“I have never had it,” Prowl said.

“Y’ve never had goodied energon,” Sideswipe gasped.

“Different cultures got different fuels,” Jazz explained with a little chuckle. “If ya don’t end up likin’ it Prowl, Sideswipe’ll be happy to steal it from ya. He’s lil fiend for it.”

“You really do not need to waste all this fuel on me,” Prowl said.

“Ain’t a waste,” Jazz replied.

The Twins were fascinated by Bluestreak, Sunstreaker even more so than Sideswipe though he spoke considerably less. He watched Bluestreak fuel from his chosen perch at Prowl’s side. Prowl did not mind it. Sunstreaker was an innocent mechling, and he found his curiosity really so dear. Jazz told his mechlings to sit all the way back when their grandori brought out their treat. The mugs were steaming and Prowl wondered how he would be able to drink his when Jazz came around and tucked pillows around his lap. Bluestreak wiggled as he was lain onto the pillow, still tucked into his Prowl’s chassis, still firming latched on his fuel line. Punch set a mug the steaming fuel into Prowl’s good servo. He took a sip. It was creamy and sweet, and Prowl smiled.

“It’s good, right?” Sideswipe said. “It is,” Prowl agreed.

Maybe Prowl did not want to trust Jazz, but he did. Maybe he did not want to forgive Jazz, but he did. With forgiveness, begrudging or otherwise, came a need to make right, or to give thanks with more than glyphs. Though Prowl still did not know where he intended to lay down his roots. The more he considered it, the less he wanted to return to the Grove, and not only because he believed they would reject his creation, but because of all the ways, they had rejected him, even as they had used him. What Prowl did know, was where he could begin, and that was enough for now.

“I had a thought,” he said, savouring the sweet fuel. “I have an acquaintance out of the Crystal City who deals in rare plants. Mirage has purchased my offshoots regularly for many vorns. If you take me to the Crystal City, I will make an agreement with him to produce as many offshoots as he requires in exchange for the ransom you need.”

“It’s a hefty ransom,” Jazz said. “I can’t imagine he’d wanna buy that many plants. I can’t imagine it’d be safe for ya to produce that many.”

“I produce a particularly rare variant of nobile quartz,” Prowl revealed. “So long as I can connect to a sturdy host, I will be able to produce what is required without undue strain. As far as I understand it, I am the only producer of this quartz. Mirage would have no issue selling my offshoots to his collector friends at a tidy profit.”

“If y’re sure ya won’t hurt yerself,” Jazz said.

“I am sure,” Prowl replied. The fact that Jazz was so concerned about his health and safety, especially considering his own brother was on the line, made it impossible for Prowl to hate him anymore. It was kind of annoying.

#anon-e-miss writes #maccadams #dryad!powl #thief!jazz #tf prowl #tf jazz #etc #ficlet

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lokislittlesigyn · 3 years

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A Day’s Work - Pt.2

Click for part 1!

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: Some slight/implied language. The Collector being creepy (again).

Summary: The Guardians of The Galaxy have been, well, guarding the galaxy on their own time. But when a handsome reward for the safe return of an Asgardian princess is released, they may get more adventure than they bargained for.

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The Guardians stood in a dark alleyway of Knowhere, trying to avoid prying eyes. Rocket returned to the group, having just spied on the Collector.

”I got good news and bad news. Good news is, I know exactly where the princess is. Bad news is, she’s already locked up tight in Tivan’s little freakshow.”

"Tivan already knows who we are, we can't just burst in." Gamora crossed her arms. "We may have to act like we're selling something ourselves."

"And what, just use one of our own as bait?" Rocket sat up on a barrel, Groot next to him.

"Gamora's right. We outta beat Tivan at his own game.. But how do we get the princess out of the cage?" Peter shifted his weight.

"I can rig up a deciphering doohicky with one hand tied behind my back. You just gotta keep the Collector distracted for long enough." Rocket smirked.

"Okay.. Well, while I am admittedly super handsome, I don't think Tivan would want to buy me. Plus I'm the leader, and the leader never acts as bait." Peter glanced at Gamora.

"If you think I'm going to offer myself up to be a pet for Tivan, Peter-"

"I am Groot."

"What?" All eyes turned to the small tree seated next to Rocket.

"I am Groot."

"Wait wait wait - you want to do that?" Rocket blinked.

"I am Groot." The tiny creature nodded, shrugging.

"Hey, Groot's got a point.. I mean Tivan wanted him before, right?" Peter glanced around. "It's a good enough plan. Not a great plan, but.. It'll work. We've got limited time anyway, right? With a reward like that, somebody else is bound to be looking for the princess."

Gamora shrugged in agreement.

"Yeah, all right. It might work. Maybe." Rocket huffed.

"I do not understand why we don't just destroy the Collector's collection like before, but so long as we retrieve the princess, I will be satisfied." Drax nodded firmly.

"Great. So we're all in agreement." Peter nodded. "Guardians, out."

The others stared at him.

"...Uh. Yeah, let's go." ~~~~ “I present Tanaleer Tivan, The Collector.” A pink woman lead the Guardians to the Collector. Peter was flanked by Gamora and Drax, who carried a small sack. There they stood before Tivan as Rocket broke off from the group, skittering around to the backside of the princess’s cage - already starting to hack in.

"The Guardians of the Galaxy." The Collector's tone was harsh. He turned on his heel, facing them.

Peter swallowed. "Hey, Tivan. You did a great job, uh, fixing your place up.. Looks great.." He met eyes with the Asgardian, who stared at him apprehensively. She seemed to have a strange collar on - whenever she moved her mouth to speak, no sound came out. He looked back at Tivan.

"What do you want?"

"We want to give you the best damn offer you've ever got." He snapped his fingers, motioning to the table. Drax stepped up, dropping the sack on the table, then stepped back. "Go on. Open up." Peter nodded at the sack.

The Collector glanced at it, then took a curious step forward. Grabbed the sack and opened it.

There stood a tiny, baby Groot.

"I am Groot."

The Collector raised his brows at the group.

"Yeah, he's too small to be any use to us now," Peter shrugged, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops. "Figured you might like to have him, seeing as you liked him so much and all.."

"Will he reach his previous size?"

"Uhhhh-"

"Yes." Gamora cut him off. "It's a matter of time. Time we can't spare, seeing as keeping a child around is so dangerous.."

"Of course." The Collector sounded unconvinced, but interested. "And what does he do?"

"Do?" Quill faltered. "Well, he can grow vines from his arms. And his back. Basically anywhere."

"He dances." Drax piped up. "Clumsily."

"I am Groot."

"Hey, quiet down, pipsqueak." Peter feigned anger.

"And he eats about twice his weight in food. Daily." Gamora shifted her weight.

"Yeah- Yeah he does. But he'll eat anything. Literally anything. Maybe even one of your other, uh.." Peter glanced back at the princess, then at the Collector. "Collector's items. So keep him by himself."

The Collector took another moment to examine Groot. Picked him up, glancing him over. Then placed him on the table, scratching his chin.

"... Eight million units." He gazed at Peter.

"We'll do fifteen."

"Twelve."

"This is a one of a kind creature here, Tivan," Peter motioned toward Groot, who stood proud, chin up. "Look at him. He's a specimen."

The Collector began pacing. "Twelve million."

"Fourteen and he's yours."

"Thirteen."

"Fourteen," Peter shrugged.

Tivan huffed. Glanced at Groot, then seemingly in pain, glared up at Peter. "Thirteen and a half."

"Tivan..." Peter sighed, glancing over Tivan's shoulder at Rocket, who gave him and thumb's up. "You've got yourself a deal."

Tivan smirked, opening his drawer to grab the money - then KABOOM. Rocket exploded the lock on Sigyn's cage and the door swung open. She screamed silently.

"What-" The Collector turned to face the sudden noise, but Drax grabbed him, tackling him away. "Get off me-!"

Gamora and Peter rushed over to help the Asgardian. She stared at them, scared, but let them cut and break the strange wires that connected her collar to the cage. Soon, she was free.

She coughed, struggling to leave the cage. "Thank you, whoever you- AH!"

Gamora grabbed her, hoisting her over her shoulders. "Let's go!"

"Drax!" Quill called. Drax came running, and Rocket scooped up baby Groot before the group, ran, rather sloppily, from the premises.

Rocket pulled a small device from his pocket.

"Wha- Rocket, is that a bomb? Did you rig a BOMB?!" Peter glared.

"What? I've gotta have some fun!" He pressed the button. Behind them, a louder, larger explosion sounded. He cackled.

"Why is the rabbit talking?!" Sigyn shrieked.

"I am not a rabbit!"

~~~~ Sigyn sat in a seat on a strange ship, gazing apprehensively down at the tiny tree-like creature before her.

He glared at her, arms crossed, apparently convinced he was the most ferocious thing in the galaxy.

She was convinced.

"You been keeping an eye on our guest, Groot?" Quill walked in, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"I am Groot."

"Interesting."

"I am Groot..." He glanced at Peter. "I am Groot!" He turned, glaring at Sigyn, who shifted back slightly. She glanced at Quill, then at Groot, then back again.

"What is he saying?"

"That's none of your business." Peter walked closer.

Sigyn swallowed, looking Peter up and down. Dirty boots, jeans, a t-shirt, and a red leather jacket... She examined his face. Blushed gently. "Who are you?"

"Call me Star-Lord." He smiled.

She blinked. "Star-Lord?"

"Yeah. Star-Lord. And my crew, who you met when we saved your butt, are the Guardians of the Galaxy." He pointed at Groot. "That little guy is Groot."

"I'd put that one together myself, actually..." Sigyn shifted in her seat. "Thank you. For saving me."

Peter shrugged, sashaying into the room, and kept a casual tone. "Eh. Nothing personal, really..."

"No, thank you. I.. I was afraid I'd never leave that horrible place.."

He glanced over his shoulder. "You wouldn't have if it weren't for us, princess."

"Why does everyone think I'm a princess?"

"Uh, because you are."

"But I'm not-"

"You are." Gamora walked in. Sigyn visibly tensed, eyeing the blade on Gamora's hip.

"I'm not."

"The kidnappers that grabbed you must've given you something to cloud your memories. You are a princess, you just don't know it."

"That's ridiculous."

"All right, then." Gamora crossed her arms. "Who are you?"

"What?"

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"I-.." Sigyn stopped short. Name. She had a name. She just couldn't place it. "I... I-I don't remember my name.."

"Where are you from?"

Sigyn gulped. "I don't know."

"How old are you?"

"I don't know!" Tears welled up in her eyes. "I-I don't know. I must be.. Must be whatever you are, right?" She looked at Star-Lord.

Peter shrugged. "Not exactly.”

She glared at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well-" He was cut off by a blaring alarm. The whole ship shook. "What was that?!"

"Uh, Quill!" Rocket popped his head in. "Might wanna come see this!" The Guardians hurried to the cockpit. Groot hopped up onto the back of a chair. An enemy ship was baring down on them, brandishing its many energy blasters. The audio on the Milano stuttered, then a static-y message came through: "Guardians of the Galaxy. Ashok of Sakaar sends his regards."

Peter's eyes widened. "Oh, son of a-"

The enemy ship fired.

"Shields up- come on!" Peter swerved to miss another barrage. "Rocket, I need those shields working!"

"I'm on it!" Rocket skittered off, Groot following close behind.

Sigyn gasped as another blast hit, grabbing onto a chair for support. "Wha- Why are we being attacked?"

"I got into a bar fight, okay?!" Peter fired back at the enemy ship. "I'd rather not talk about it!"

"But if you're Guardians of the Galaxy, people shouldn’t attack you-"

"Don't want to talk about it!"

The Milano swerved again, barely dodging another hit.

"Gamora, could you put our guest somewhere else?!"

"With pleasure." Gamora grabbed Sigyn, leading her to the back of the ship, and sat her down. "Stay here."

Sigyn swallowed, bowing her head slightly - obeying. Gamora went back to the cockpit. The Milano was hit. "Peter, we've got to take out their guns..!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it!"

"Ha!" Rocket yelled, running back into the cockpit, "Shields are up! Give 'em hell!"

"'Atta boy, Rocket!" Quill grinned, turning onto the enemy craft and firing at will. The enemy blasts barely grazed the Milano, and after a mere few minutes of fighting, the other ship retreated.

The Guardians cheered. Peter turned to beam at them, "And that, people, is how you beat-"

The others were all staring out the cockpit window. Peter turned, following their gaze. An enormous, hodgepodge ship had arrived. The tinier ship seeming to join with it, meld with it, and begin repairing.

"I do not think we beat them," Drax pointed out, as multiple tiny ships emerged from the larger one, surrounding the Milano.

"You think?" Rocket sneered.

The Milano shook as the enemy ships grabbed it, towing them in to a hangar on the larger ship.

"Well, Guardians, any ideas on how to get out of this one?" Quill swallowed. ~~~~ The Guardians, and Sigyn, stripped of their weapons and belongings, were thrown in a cell. Around them, other cell-like rooms contained various species of aliens. The control panel on the outside of their cell displayed a flickering message: PETER QUILL, "STAR-LORD" GAMORA, DAUGHTER OF THANOS DRAX THE DESTROYER “ROCKET RACCOON” “GROOT” SIGYN LOKIWIFE OF ASGARD RETRIEVAL FOR ASHOK OF SAKAAR Sigyn sat in the far corner of the cell. "How did a bar fight escalate to this? Is that normal in space?"

"I don't know, princess, you tell me." Peter huffed. "This sucks.."

"I feel no sucking sensation." Drax furrowed his brow.

"I-.. Never mind."

"Quit sulking." Rocket walked over to the cell bars. "This whole place runs on electricity. Bet these bars do too. There's an easy way out of here." He touched the bar- "Yow!" -and received a shock. He growled. Drax laughed.

"Oh, shuttup!" Rocket bristled at Drax.

Sigyn stood, staring at the ceiling. "...Is that a vent?"

Gamora followed her gaze. "It's minuscule."

"So is your tree friend.."

They exchanged a look. ~~~~ "Okay. Now you gotta go up in there, and walk that way-" Rocket crouched in front of Groot, pointing to the outside of the cell, "And then drop down on the outside. Right?"

"I am Groot."

"Good. Then you're gonna reach up to the control panel and press the big blue button. That'll set us free."

"I am Groot."

"Excellent. Now say it back to me."

"I am Groot.."

"Uh-huh."

"I am Groot.."

"Yeah."

"I am Groot."

"No- No! Not the orange button, there might not even be an orange button! Blue! Blue button!"

Sigyn glanced over. Bit her lip, stepping over to the pair, and sat down.

"Hey. Uhm. Groot?"

The tiny creature looked at her. She held out her arm, pointing to the blue fabric. "This color. Blue. Blue button."

Groot reached out and touched the fabric. "I am Groot."

"...What'd he say?" She glanced at Rocket.

"He said it's soft."

"Does he at least understand what color the button will be?"

"Groot, what color is the button?"

Groot pointed to Sigyn's arm.

"Well, what do you know.." Rocket picked up Groot. "All right, buddy, let's see if this works."

Drax lifted Groot up into the vent, which they'd finally managed to pry open just enough. "Be free, tiny, stupid Groot." Pattering footsteps sounded above their heads, making their way toward the hallway outside the cell. Stopped.

"C'mon.. C'mon..." Rocket stood, watching, waiting.

Seconds later, Groot dropped down from the ceiling, landing with a clang. He shook his head, standing.

"Ha! Yeah, baby! Okay, now press the blue button. Blue button!"

Groot walked over to the wall. Stared up at the panel. Blue button. Orange button. He reached up.

The cell doors doubled.

"No!" Rocket pounded the door, "Blue button!"

A moment later, the door opened.

"Yes!" Rocket was the first out of the cell. He scooped up Groot, placing him on his shoulder. "All right, let's move."

"We'll stick together. Find our stuff, then the Milano, and bust out of here." Peter stepped ahead of the group.

"What about the others?" Sigyn glanced at the other captives. They were beginning to wake up from dazed naps, ask for help, gaze out at her and the Guardians with desperation in their eyes...

"We don't know these people."

"But.." Sigyn faltered.

"They could be murderers. Robbers. Kidnappers - like the guys that took you."

She swallowed. "...They could also be a very nice distraction." She looked at Quill. They stood a moment, locked in a silent battle of stubborn wills.

"...Fine. But if any of them try to kill us, that is totally on you."

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queenangst · 4 years

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Fluffy prompt: Number one pro hero Deku is constantly seen walking around wearing the hero merch of his previous UA classmates while he's off duty. (Because once a fanboy, always a fanboy). Many candid shots exist of him wearing Ingenium running shoes, a Ground Zero hoodie, some Shouto athletic wear, etc. His old classmates decide to get decked out in Deku merch and do something to surprise him.

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“Where the hell did you get that shirt?”

“Uh,” Izuku says, glancing down at his shirt and flushing, “the store?”

Kacchan drops his head down on the desk. “Deku,” he says, nose squished, “you’re wearing one of the test print runs from before they switched the design. Of my limited edition shirts. You shit, I don’t even have one.”

“Didn’t you give it to Eijirou?” Izuku chirps, pleased.

Kacchan lifts his head back up and points with an accusing finger. “One, I did not, I gave it to Dad, two, I am not that nice.”

“You just said you gave it to Uncle Masaru!”

“That’s not nice, it’s filial piety, dumbass,” Kacchan says. “What I’m saying is, how the fuck did you get that shirt?”

“It’s your merch!” Izuku defends. He crosses his arms over his chest. “You think I’m not going to get my merch-loving hands on test prints of the limited edition Ground Zero: Gold Collection shirts you are very wrong.”

Kacchan looks a bit offended. “And you’re wearing it with Half n’ Half’s… the fucking, headband? Deku, your outfit doesn’t even match.”

“Bakubro,” Eijirou says from where he’s entered clutching a cup of steaming coffee. Oh, he looks tired—after the rescue last night Izuku hadn’t been expecting to see him at all. “This guy lives out of workout gear and hero merch.”

“They’re comfortable.”

“Are we talking about Deku’s clothes?” Ochako asks, popping around the corner. “Oh— Kirishima, call just came in about your rescue, they have a little more paperwork for you.”

“What?” Eijirou asks loudly. “I can’t hear you.”

Izuku exchanges a look with Kacchan and snickers.

“Oh, if we’re talking about clothes… I love the Ingenium shoes!”

Izuku sticks his leg in the air, showing off the running shoes—they’ve got little engine pipes on the sides. “Aren’t they great?”

“I mean, how much money do you even sink into this stuff, dude?” Eijirou asks. He’s very pointedly ignoring his paperwork in favor of leaning against one of the desks and drinking his coffee.

“As much as I need,” Izuku crows. “I just think you guys are all great, and I wanna show off how cool I think you are!”

“Nerd,” Kacchan spits.

But Eijirou and Ochako ‘ aww’ at the same time.

“Alright,” Kacchan says, standing and stretching, “I’m out of here if you guys are gonna be fuckin’ saps. Don’t forget we’re going to dinner for your birthday, Deku. Do not cry.”

“Can I cry now?” Izuku asks, because his mouth is already trembling.

Kacchan punches Izuku’s shoulder as he leaves. “No.”

After he leaves Izuku wipes away a few tears anyway. Eijirou finishes off his coffee and sets the empty mug down.

“Did you guys see the latest Creati interview?” he asks. “I’d die for Momo.”

“Me, too,” Izuku and Ochako chorus at the same time. They look at each other and laugh; at some point Ejirou really does have to go to his paperwork, but they keep him company and enjoy the time together.

It’s rare pro heroes get to relax, but after the call from this morning, Izuku, Ochako, and Kacchan have been forced to take the rest of the day off. They’d all decided to spend the day hanging out, crashing Ejirou’s agency because it was closest. Izuku’s grateful for it as he walks with Ochako, the two of them about to get lunch for everyone.

“So your birthday plans are just dinner tomorrow, right?” Ochako asks. “Seven?”

“Yeah,” Izuku says, “it’d be earlier but I have a meeting until six.”

“On your birthday?” Ochako pouts. “Cruel.”

Izuku laughs. “The team said they were going to bring cake though, so… it can’t be too bad. But I told them they didn’t have to, but everyone just laughed, Ochako.”

“Mm,” Ochako says. They go down the street to get bento boxes. Ochako’s smiling. “Well, I think you’ll like tomorrow.”

Izuku blinks at her. “What’s that mean?”

She grins, reaching over and poking his cheek with a finger. “You’ll see.”

Before Izuku can ask her what she means, she takes off running, and Izuku laughs and runs after her.

Izuku’s birthday is— kind of an ordinary day. He spends his morning evacuating people from a train crash, carrying people in his arms and on his back until every person is accounted for amongst the burning wreckage. He’s got a deep cut on his arm thanks to that, but it’s bandaged alright and the medic procures a sticker to put on top and tells Izuku happy birthday. So it’s great.

Then in the middle of his lunch break a villain attacks Izuku’s agency, and he’s not about to let his poor interns deal with that alone so he brings his chopsticks to the fight and finishes eating after the villain’s passed out on the floor.

He does paperwork until four, has a call with a reporter, takes a break to talk to Mom, and then he has other work to take care of. Gets to the six o’clock meeting tired and cranky, but the big green smiley face on the cake his team gets him makes him smile, too.

He nearly forgets about his own birthday dinner until he stumbles out of the meeting office and there’s streamers everywhere.

Izuku stops.

“Huh?”

“Surprise!” the entire room cheers. Izuku’s mouth drops. Green and black streamers are taped to the ceilings and the walls; there’s shiny balloons. A stack of presents is resting on Izuku’s desk.

And in the middle, waiting for him, is all his friends and family. And they’re all—

“What is going on?”

“Deku!” Uraraka cries happily. She’s the first to throw herself at him, and they go a little airborne as they hug. She’s beaming. “Happy birthday!”

“You’re- you’re- you’re wearing…”

Her eyes crinkle at the corners, and then she winks. “We’re all in Deku merch, duh! Because we love you!”

“I—”

And they are. Like, everyone. Shouto’s in a hoodie that’s styled like Izuku’s old costume before the upgrades last year; Kacchan’s decked in Deku green, and his shirt has the both of them on it; Toshinori has a set with a design from the latest line, based on Izuku’s favorite All Might shirts. And Izuku looks around at everyone wearing his merch and bursts into tears.

“Happy birthday,” the group says, and Izuku cries as they gather for a hug.

“You guys…”

“You’re our hero, Deku,” Yaoyorozu says, smiling, “and we wanted to show you.”

“Number one in our hearts,” Sero calls, patting Izuku’s back and ducking under Kacchan’s hand. “Nearly there in the rankings, too—ow!”

Izuku laughs, wiping his eyes. “I’ll get there.”

Sometimes Izuku doesn’t feel like a hero, like his dream is too true that it can’t be real; that he’s in a place he couldn’t have imagined, once. But looking around at all of his heroes wearing his merch he doesn’t think anyone will let him forget.

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spaceskam · 4 years

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it’s smarter to be lucky than it’s lucky to be smart

for @malexweek day 1: meet ugly! warning for mild violence

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"How'd you like to make some money?"

Alex looked up over his drink to the set of pretty eyes across from him. They belonged to a face Alex knew well, a little older and a little more hardened than he remembered, but the eyes were the same.

"You sure know how to rope a guy in," Alex said, putting his drink down and smiling. Kyle rolled his eyes.

“I know how to rope you in,” he said, sitting down and leaning back, “So, you wanna?”

“I’m gonna need more information.”

“There’s this guy, he’s a collector,” Kyle said, looking around before leaning forward and raising his eyebrows, “You know, a collector.” Which was Kyle’s not-so-subtle way of saying he collected alien artifacts.

“Okay, and?”

“And I think you would benefit from him,” Kyle said. Alex snorted a laugh.

“No one’s listening, just spit it out,” Alex prodded. Kyle narrowed his eyes at him which just made Alex even more amused. He missed Kyle. You know, even if he was always scared of taking risks or getting his hands dirty. “Alright, I’ll do it, whatever it is. You clearly need help.”

Kyle took a deep breath to bury his annoyance.

“Tomorrow, 6 PM, I’ll text you the coordinates. Wear a suit.”

“Always.”

“A pen? You went through all this trouble so I could steal a pen?”

Alex’s day job was working IT for a big, boring office building. His hobby was stealing from the guys who owned big, boring companies. He was a good con man, always had been. He hadn’t gotten caught since he was six and didn’t understand the concept of security cameras. So Kyle bringing him to an alien dinner party to steal a pen felt like a waste of his talent.

“It’s not just a pen,” Kyle hissed, grabbing him by the elbow and tugging him to the front door, "It's made of alien technology, it can help translate the thousands of pages we can't read."

"Why do you want to translate it? You sound like those guys who want to blow up the Sphinx of Giza to see what's inside," Alex told him, "Gotta have what's not ours, right?"

"Wrong," Kyle said, squeezing his arm. Alex grinned.

"I like it when you get all rough."

"Stop," Kyle groaned, "I need it because those papers are the last thing I have that might tell me where my dad is." Alex very quickly got serious.

"Okay," he agreed, "I can get it, don't worry."

"Thank you," Kyle breathed, letting him go before knocking on the front door of the large house that was already bustling with humans and aliens alike.

Shockingly, the owner himself, Michael Guerin, answered. He was just like the pictures: slightly tamed curls, a specially tailored paisley suit, and a charming smile tying it all together. A martini glass was in one hand, resting in a fist full of expensive rings. Alex knew those rings. He'd stolen some just like them from another rich alien with an ambiguous job. It was like their calling card. But this alien was much more attractive and his eyes immediately landed on Alex.

"Forgive me, I would know if you were in my invite list," he said, voice smooth and fitting.

"Well, I know who you are, Jay Gatsby," he said and Michael smiled wider, "Oh, sorry, Freudian slip."

“He’s my plus one,” Kyle interjected. Michael reluctantly gave him his attention. “You didn’t specify if there was anyone off-limits.”

“There isn’t,” Michael said, eyes drifting to Alex again, “And if there was, he would not be on that list.”

“Alex,” Alex introduced, deliberately excluding his last name. Michael nodded, looking him up and down slowly despite Kyle saying he was his plus one. Alex raised an eyebrow and Michael just hid his grin behind his glass as he took a sip.

“Come in,” he said after a few seconds of staring.

They walked into the house and Alex’s mind immediately started to calculate when would be the best time to sneak up the stairs and to his office where the pen was. Kyle had shown him a map of the place that he’d gotten his hands on. Up the stairs, hang a right, fourth door on the left. The pen was on his desk, probably, blending in with regular ones that looked just like it.

“So, Alex,” Michael said, leading the way towards the main room. Alex didn’t let his eyes linger on the stairwell or the balcony from the second floor that overlooked the large dining hall. It’d be harder than he wanted to sneak up there without someone noticing. “What do you do?”

“I work in IT at Pryze Inc,” Alex answered. Michael gave him an impressed look. “It’s just IT.”

“That’s where it starts, though, just IT. Give it a few years, you’ll be something great,” he said. Alex hummed, stepping past him to steal two champagne glasses from a caterers tray.

“I’m already something great.”

“I can believe that,” Micahel breathed.

“We all can,” Kyle agreed, accepting the second glass from Alex’s hand. They both took a sip and Michael looked between them.

That’s sort of how it went for the next hour. Alex made small talk and tried to find a good way to slip away. Michael eventually had to make nice with other people, but his eyes did stay on Alex for most of the night. It was a little more than infuriating. Did he know why he was here? Was that why he was watching him?

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, watch my drink,” Alex said, tilting his head at Kyle. He seemed to understand well enough and grabbed the glass from him. Alex dragged his hand over his arm as he passed, heading for the bathroom.

There were two options, he figured. Either the bathroom excuse would make Michael go the fuck away for long enough to let him get upstairs or, if it didn’t, make he could get Michael to show him upstairs himself. The man was clearly interested.

Alex checked himself in the mirror before pulling out a flask from his suit jacket pocket. He poured a little bit of acetone over his fingers and then dragged them over the underside of his jaw and then dabbed some on his lips. If Michael wasn’t going to leave him alone, he might as well distract him some other way.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw that he made the right decision because Michael was still fucking lingering. He either knew exactly what Alex was here for or Alex was hotter than he even realized. Both were entirely plausible.

Alex walked right up to him.

“You’re not subtle,” Alex said. Michael grinned, his eyes drawing towards his lips and his jaw. Alex decided not to let his smug smile show.

“I’m rich, I don’t have to be.”

“Yeah, well, rich is boring,” Alex responded.

“You really believe that, Robin Hood?”

“I do.”

“Right,” Michael said, enunciating the word deliberately. Alex tilted his head.

“Why don’t you show me upstairs?” Alex asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Michael led the way and Alex looked over the banister to wink in Kyle’s direction. He gave a small smile of encouragement and Alex absorbed it, ready to woo this rich alien for long enough to steal the pen. Then he could leave and never deal with him again.

Alex became more sure than ever that Michael didn’t know why he was here whenever he took him directly into his office. It was pristine and well put together, something out of a movie set that didn’t factor in that most people left shit out on their desks in real life. There was a pen cup in the right corner. Four of them looked identical, but only one of those four had that distinct blue tint to the metal clip.

“Have you ever modeled?” Michael asked, “Because I think you would be fantastic at it.”

“Funnily enough, I never was interested in that,” Alex said, turning his back to the desk to make it seem like he hadn’t spotted the pen, “I’m more about brains.”

“So am I,” Michael agreed, stepping closer.

“Are you? I would never have assumed that. It seems you like the show of being rich,” Alex said easily. Michael shrugged.

“Maybe it’s just the best way to meet new people when you’re in my position,” Michael said. Alex eyed him.

“Maybe.”

He got closer and Alex waited for him to go in for a kiss. He knew he would. They always did. And, inevitably, he fell right into that trap.

He pressed into Alex’s space as he kissed him which made him stumble a step back against his desk. Perfect. Alex grabbed his jaw, holding him in place as he let him get a little intoxicated off the taste of his lips. It was just too easy.

Alex used that hold to switch places, pushing Michael into his own desk. He stepped between his thighs, all but holding him in place with one hand on the back of his neck and one on his jaw. Michael seemed to enjoy being manhandled which worked for Alex on more than one level.

It was a slow process. Alex kissed him, drawing out little, pathetic sounds. Alex grinned against his lips and slowly let go of his jaw. He kissed him harder and Michael grabbed his hips, pulling him in closer. Honestly, if he wasn't on a mission, he'd probably let himself get carried away. But, Alex was on a mission and he opened his eyes through it all, checking that Michael was completely distracted before memorizing where the pen was on the desk. He slowly started to edge his hand in that direction, pulling on Michael’s hair for good measure. He groaned in response.

It was a slow process, but Alex managed to slip the pen up his sleeve and hook the clip onto the little armband he had beneath his shirt. Too easy. Way too easy.

Alex kissed him for a few more seconds, but he stopped it when Michael’s hand started to wander.

“Probably a bad idea,” Alex breathed, “We should get back downstairs.”

Michael nodded, reluctantly letting him go. Alex was halfway to the door when he felt an outside force wrap around his arm and the pen was taken from him. Alex snapped his attention to Michael who was still leaning against the desk. He no longer had that kissed-out look on his face.

“You should know who you’re dealing with,” Michael said simply as the pen hung in the air between them. Alex stared for a moment before he dug his hand into his jacket pocket, putting out a little vial of yellow powder. He unscrewed it and tossed it in Michael’s direction easily.

“And you should know who you’re dealing with.”

In the few seconds that it took Michael to get over his shock, Alex dove forward and caught the pen before it hit the ground. Then he turned and quickly exited the room, slipping it in his pocket. Michael was right behind him.

Instead of heading down the stairs, Alex decided to save them both the troubles of making a scene and took a right. He ran down the hall, grinning with satisfaction, and Michael ran after him, decidedly less giddy. Sure, this technically was him getting caught, but Alex knew he was still going to get away. He always did. This was no different. Simply a temporary setback.

The last door in the hallway was a closet that apparently had a secret little latch that led to a set of stairs that led outside. The house was old enough to be built in a time where servants were commonplace and that was a nice way to make sure they didn’t directly interact with your company. Alex was going to use it as a getaway.

He quickly closed the door behind him once he got in there and shoved a conveniently placed umbrella beneath the doorknob. Alex was smiling ear to ear as he found the latch and ran down the steep staircase, taking them two at a time. Kyle would be outside with the car running, waiting for him to just jump in and they’d peel off. He just knew it.

However, when Alex busted through the door, Michael was standing in the way.

“How the fu‒” Alex started to ask without thinking. There was no way any human could make it all the way down the winding staircase and out the door and all the way to the side of the house in the same time it took Alex to get down those stairs. But, then again, he wasn’t human. So, instead, he stopped talking and just threw a punch.

“Alex!” Michael exclaimed, somehow shocked again, and Alex broke into a sprint towards Kyle’s car.

But the car wasn’t started. And Kyle wasn’t in it. He was outside of it, sitting on the hood.

“What the hell are you doing?! I got it, let’s go!” Alex said. But Kyle just gave a smile and shook his head. A feeling of dread slowly started pooling in his gut. Did he really let his childhood fondness for Kyle distract him from a fucking trap? Was that what this was?

Alex turned and saw Michael coming closer, wiping his bloody lip with his thumb.

“You have good instincts,” Michael said as he neared them. Alex was already trying to figure out how he could get out of this. He could run down the street, maybe hide in the shed of one of the other rich people he lived near until the next morning and people wouldn’t be looking for him. “You think fast and you trust yourself. That’s a good quality to have.”

“This was a setup,” Alex said, whipping back around to face Kyle, “Why the hell would you set me up?!”

“Just listen to him,” Kyle urged, nodding his way, “You’re not in trouble.”

“You still set me up!”

“Yeah, set you up for an interview, one you clearly passed,” Kyle said. Alex’s eyebrows furrowed.

“An interview?” Alex asked. Kyle again gestured towards Michael. Alex slowly turned to face him again, feeling more confused than he cared to admit.

“I run a little underground business, so to speak,” Michael said, “I have a collection of alien artifacts, but it’s harder to get my hands dirty, so I have other people do it for me. Whenever I needed a new face, Kyle suggested you. And he was right. If I didn’t know exactly what you were stealing, I probably would’ve had no idea. And you still almost got away. I could use someone like you.”

“Sorry, I’m freelance,” Alex spat, feeling betrayed as he looked back to Kyle, “You could’ve told me what was going on.”

“If you knew it was a test, you would’ve gotten too cocky. I wanted to show him what you’re actually capable of,” Kyle said, “Don’t be mad.”

“You could quit your day job,” Michael said, “You could make this your full-time gig.”

“You’re a piece of shit, I don’t want to work for some guy who collects artifacts,” Alex said.

“Better than working for Pryze,” Michael pointed out.

Alex stared at him and then Kyle. He didn’t know what to say or how to feel about any of this. He still felt wronged, but also…

“So what do you say,” Michael asked, “How’d you like to work for me?”

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soft knocks

This had probably been your best holiday yet, you just weren’t ready to admit it. Something was missing and you just couldn’t put your finger on it. You took a step outside, onto the porch of your family home. You’d made yourself comfortable on the cushioned outdoor furniture. Your legs folded in as you looked out at the falling snow.

Comfortable and quiet. Time to be alone with your thoughts, to see what it was scratching at the back of your skull since the previous day. Were you forgetting something? Or maybe it was a gut feeling that something was about to happen? You were lost in the various branches of your thought process until the sound of soft knocking snapped you out of it. You turned to see a familiar face peeping at your from the door frame.

Now here you were, your lover of five years taking the space next to you. A mug in either hand as he made himself comfortable. You did the same, cuddling into his side as your drink was handed to you. For the passing moments, you continued your investigating, until-

“It’s cold.”

“Well, it is snowing Sho.”

“And we’re outside.”

“We are.”

“Why?”

“You followed me.”

“No, I brought you the tea you're left on the counter.”

“I was coming back to it.”

Your exhale visible as you looked out over the snow covered lawn. You were pulled in closer, your temple resting against his collar. An attempt to steal what warmth you had to offer. The porch was screened off, that didn’t stop the biting cold from prickling the outsides of your hands, your palms kept temperate by the mug you held.

“Why’d you come out here?” He asked quietly. So quietly compared to the boisterous merry making in the home behind you. “Because I knew you’d follow me.” You smirked. “We’ve deduced that already.” You glanced up at your significant other, reaching to the brim of his beanie to pull it down over his ears.

“Thank you for coming, Sho.” You smiled. “Thank you. I know this,” You motioned towards the home with your head, “isn’t really your desired atmosphere.” Just as you finished you could hear your sister screaming “Nobody move!” she’d already lost an airpod.

“I would’ve had to meet your family eventually.” The hero chuckled. “Isn’t that how this whole relationship thing goes?”

“Well, yes, but still. You flew out just to do that, and I’m very grateful.” You giggled. “Best Christmas gift ever.”

“So you don’t like the matching sleeping bags I bought us. Got it.”

“No, silly!” You gave a light nudge. “I love them.”

“Is it the collector’s edition of Sire of the Bracelets? I knew I should’ve gotten the box set.”

“I love that to- wait, it comes as a set?” You sat forward. “What set?” Shouta raised a brow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You rolled your eyes before taking a sip of your tea, going back to your nestled position. “Sho.”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember our first Christmas?”

“I could never forget.” He chuckled again. “Your first one in Japan, and you invited me, of all people, to your apartment.”

“Of course I did!” You piped. “If I was going to have a party then I wanted all my friends there...none of them showed up, but stil…” You tried your best to hide your oncoming frown. “That just meant more food for us.” Shouta held you a little tighter, his hand running the length of your arm.

The invite was extended to him, yes, but you secretly didn’t think he’d come out. Let alone be the only person to actually show up. When the clock had reached two hours past the posted start time, you’d started to lose hope.

You found yourself standing at the apartment’s sliding door. Staring out and onto the street looking for any familiar cars. A cab dropping someone off out front. Maybe a driving service with one of those neon lights in the window doing the same thing? Dropping off one of the would be attendees. Your hands fiddling anxiously at the ball on your Santa hat as you rationalized reasons for everyone’s absence.

They had families. Significant others. Prior engagements. It was no big deal, really. Yeah, no big de-

That’s when there was a soft knock on your door. Your head snapped in its direction, startled but excited to see who it was as you went over to answer.

A soft knock to match the softest and sweetest of people.

The shock of Sho’s presence had worn off quickly when you took in the color of his sweater. You’d never seen him in anything other than black. Granted this blue shirt could be mistaken for black in the right lighting, it was still unexpected.

You greeted him a little too eagerly, moving aside to let him in. A small white box in his hand as he glanced around quickly. “Did I...Did I miss it?” He asked, a smidge of disappointment in his tone. “No, but everyone else is.” You mumbled the last part as you closed the door.

“Oh…” Sho nodded slowly. “I brought cake.” He held out the box to you. “It’s small.” He explained as you lifted the lid to see the decorative Christmas cake. “I thought there’d already be too much by the time I got here.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away.

“No,” You shook your head and smiled. “This is just enough.” With a quick check of the time you gave an accepting sigh. “Wanna get started?”

There the two of you sat, at the kotatsu, eating and talking about life outside of hero work. It was nice, and as the sun set you were kind of glad it was just the two of you.

And it started with the softest of knocks.

“I made a few promises to myself that day.” You spoke up, done reminiscing. “Like what?”

“Well,” You started. “I promised myself I’d talk to you as much as possible.”

“You’ve kept that one too well.” He smirked into his mug before taking a sip. “Wooow!” You let out an honest laugh. “I promised I’d tell you one day how happy I was when you showed up too.”

“You did that the next day.”

“And I meant it!” You gave a firm nod. “I made my own promise that evening.” Sho stated, moving to stretch the arm that was holding you. “Oh yeah? What was it?” You perked up as he adjusted to face you a bit more. “You remember when I was leaving?”

“I dooo.” You smiled with content remembering the absolute shock on his face when you took advantage of the mistletoe you had hanging over the door. How red he turned when you jumped just high enough to kiss his cheek before he turned to leave.

“I promised myself I’d do whatever it took to get more of those from you.”

“Did you keep that promise?” You grinned.

“You tell me.” Sho held out his free hand. A tiny, velveted, black box resting in his palm.

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