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project: make you love me (jyh) | three.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 4.8k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, we all know seonghwa is a dick but he pulls something that makes him even more of a dick (if that's even possible?), yunho 🥺, we finally say hello to yeosang!!

"Thank god lab was cancelled today. Can finally eat a meal in peace." Soobin sighs. "Here." He shoves his fries over to Chaery. "Too full now."

"Yay!" She claps as she takes the plate and begins to chow down on the rest of Soobin's curly fries. "They're so good. I can't believe they're already out of this when the cafeteria barely opened 30 mins ago."

"There's visitors on campus getting lunch so—" Seungmin shrugs. "Visitors getting free food and leaching off of us poor college students."

"At least the frozen yogurt machine is working!" Chaery adds.

"For now. They'll probably eat that shit up and end up breaking the machine, too. You know, visitors doing what visitors do best."

"Stop. Be nice." You scold him. "They're literally just high school seniors."

"Yeah.. so, visitors?" Seungmin furrows his brows. "I said what I said." You snort just as you finish up your frozen yogurt cup and place it down onto your tray.

"I heard that new mochi donut place opened in downtown." Soobin nonchalantly adds as he scrolls through his phone. "We should go before practice."

"We should." Chaery squeals. "I wholeheartedly agree with you for once!" Soobin furrows his brows at her before [playfully] threatening to take back his fries.

"Are you driving? I'm kinda low on gas." Seungmin asks.

"Yeah, why not?" Soobin shrugs, being the first to stand and drop off his tray. "Meet us at the library after class, Chaery?" The rest of your group follows and agrees in unison.

"Mm, sure. Guess I'll just wait around there, then. I do need to get some homework done so I can study all night." Chaery adds before looking at you. "Hey, you're seeing Yunho in class today right?"

"Sure am."

"Gonna sit next to him?" You chuckle.

"Chaery, sorry to break it to you, but that one time was a coincidence. He just didn't have anywhere else to sit."

"Whatever you say. I'm sure you'll find him in the same seat today."

"What are you, cupid?"

"Whatever you want me to be. As long as I can get you the fuck away from Park Seonghwa." She pretends to gag, making you laugh.

"You're too much."

"Call it what you want, I just care about you." She swings her arm around you as your group walks over to the library. It's quite busy at this time— lots of foot traffic, with people in and out of classes or hanging out. You, Soobin and Seungmin bid farewell to Chaery as she heads into the quiet section of the library to get work done, while the three of you head upstairs to your classrooms. There's still about 5 minutes to spare, more than enough time for you to head to your seat and settle in before class. So, you do just that— head to your seat and settle in.

Except to your surprise, Jeong Yunho is sitting in that same seat next to you.

You pause in your steps for a second before continuing to walk over, observing as he types away at his laptop. You're sure he can feel you coming, but he doesn't do much to acknowledge you until you take a seat. He glances over at you with a small smile, muttering a soft:

"Hi."

"Hey Yunho."

"How was the rest of your walk?"

"My walk?" You raise a brow before it clicks in your head. "Oh, right! With Chaery. Yeah, it was good. How was yours?" You chuckle as you take out your notebook. "Were you able to get some sleep that night?" You remembered. Such a minor detail for Yunho, but you remembered.

"Uh, yeah. Enough to suffice."

"Good." You chuckle. "By the way, thanks again for sending me that stuff. It's super helpful."

"Glad it is." Your eyes glance up to Dr. Nelson walking in and setting his things down on the front desk. Your smile fades when Dr. Nelson begins class and starts talking all this nonsense about a major paper assignment.

"Might have to bother you again for more help with this later." Yunho chuckles a bit and shakes his head.

"You're not a bother. I don't mind." He says close to a whisper. You give him one last smile before diverting your attention back to Dr. Nelson, jotting down some notes about his topic of the day.

Class goes by as it typically does, with you being able to work with Yunho on another in-class assignment. He asks about the rest of your afternoon, and you tell him about your plans with friends, dance practice and your evening class. He simply nods before explaining that he'll be working on some other projects for the remainder of the day. It falls silent a majority of the time you're working with him, however you don't mind keeping up the conversation. He's easy to talk to, and quite frankly, you don't find Yunho the least bit intimidating or awkward.

At least, you couldn't pick up on it during your interactions with him.

You're just hoping he's fond of your company, too. Hopefully, you don't annoy him— especially when you ask for help.

"Don't work too hard, okay?" You say as you pack up your things and start to head out of the classroom. Yunho follows shortly after, slinging his backpack strap over his shoulder.

"Mm, I'll try. I do have lots of things to cross off, though."

"Would you like me to get you a mochi donut to give you some energy?" He laughs.

"That's very nice of you, but no thanks. I'll be good."

"Okay. Suit yourself." You tease before waving at him one last time. "See ya around?"

"Yeah." Is all he responds with. He watches as you meet your friends and head downstairs, with Chaery waiting for your group at the bottom of the steps. He smiles a bit when he sees you hug her like you haven't seen her in years, becoming fond of how good you look being happy.

You should be happy.

He doesn't know much about you yet, but he does appreciate your energy and how kind you are around him.

Meanwhile, you're enjoying the walk down to the lot with your friends. You're happy to be reunited with your bestfriends, class wasn't too bad for the first time in ages and you're off to get some good mochi donuts. But of course, you've come to learn that these things don't last, and they don't last for one reason only—

"Hey." Seonghwa says, catching you as he walks out of the gym. "Can I talk to you for a second?" You sigh as you slow your pace, letting your friends walk ahead.

"Seonghwa, I don't have time. We're literally about to leave."

"Just 2 minutes." Your friends look back at you, Chaery making it very obvious of her distaste for him. He doesn't care much though, because what Seonghwa wants is what he gets. He won't stop until he gets it. "Please, 2 minutes."

"Fine." You cross your arms. "What?"

"You're still upset?"

"Why wouldn't I be, Hwa? Tell me one good reason."

"I said I was sorry. We were just talking. I didn't know I couldn't talk to my classmates."

"Right. Just talking even with your other classmate who stepped out of your car that morning, too?"

"Baby." He groans a bit. "She just needed a ride. Why do I have to explain all of this to you? You know I wouldn't do that."

"Unfortunately, no. I don't know. I don't know what you're up to when we aren't together."

"And I'm telling you now. Stop listening to other people and assuming. Just talk to me and ask me." He says. "I hate when we're like this. I don't want you mad, and I just wanna move past this." He actually sounds a bit worried, but you know better than to just let your guard down right away because he has hurt you before. He has done things 'behind your back.' He has made it very clear what you were to him. "Besides, it's not just me. That whole thing with Yunho—"

"No. You don't get to do that. You don't get to drag him into this." You shake your head. "This is such a waste of time, and we're just going in circles. I need to go." You turn but he gently grabs you by the wrist to stop you.

"Okay, okay. Baby. I'll stop. I'm sorry." There he goes again. At this point, all you can do is stare at him. You have nothing else to say, and you're not sure what else to do. Seonghwa is going in circles and you know it's because he's sorry that he got caught;

Not because he is truly and genuinely sorry about being a dick and treating you this way.

"Y/N, let's go. We don't have much time before practice." Soobin calls out, his eyes glued on Seonghwa.

"I really need to go."

"I'll come pick you up tonight then, okay? After practice." You don't say anything— don't do anything really— besides give Seonghwa one last look before turning on your heel to head back to your friends. "I'll be there." He says as you continue walking, letting out a deep sigh.

"Sorry." You climb in next to Chaery in the backseat and buckle in, with Soobin driving out of the lot.

"It's cool. We should just go so we can get back in time. Hyunjin will never let it go if we show up late." Seungmin says.

"We'll just shove a mochi donut in his face, he'll be okay." Chaery responds, texting away before turning her attention towards you. "Babe, what was that about?"

"He was just trying to apologize for how it's been."

"How.. what's been? He's always been this way so what's the difference?"

"I don't know."

"Are you seeing him later?"

"I guess."

"He better make that the best damn apology anyone has ever seen."

"Let's hope so." You give her a pursed smile and shrug.

Soobin takes the quick drive into downtown, pulling up to a parking spot just around the corner from the new mochi donut shop. There's a few people waiting in line outside, but it moves quick. The four of you fall in line, each chiming in about how the day went and anything new that's happened. Soobin starts to discuss plans for Christmas break that'll soon peak around the corner— explaining how he plans to go home and spend time with his baby cousins who will be in town. You find out Seungmin and Chaery also plan to go home every now and then. For you, you're not really sure what your plans are. Perhaps you'll fall in the middle since you do love seeing your mom and older sister, however the space and freedom is always nice.

The line continues to move bit by bit until your group is finally at the front. Seungmin orders two boxes to bring to the studio, while the rest of your group orders individual donuts to try out. Before eating your donut, you snap a picture and immediately think about Yunho. You second-guess texting the photo to him, but you do it anyways— hoping it will give him some kind of boost of energy for his evening.

Which, is fair. Because Yunho is in the library already struggling to get through some of this project.

you: here's your donut! i'll eat it on your behalf.

Yunho chuckles a bit to himself before responding.

yunho: thanks. 😊 really appreciate the support.

you: hopefully you can feel the boost of energy from here!

yunho: already do!

You giggle and set your phone into your pocket before continuing on with your friends, mentally preparing for your own evening of practice and class.

Yunho makes his trek to the back parking lot like he usually does at this time, not expecting many people to be around. It's exceptionally chilly tonight that he sucks in a sharp breath to prevent his teeth from chattering too much. He does a little shimmy too, hoping it'll shake the feeling off from his bones until he gets to his car.

God, this walk couldn't be any longer.

As he finally arrives to the back lot, he catches you sitting at the same bench that he saw you sitting at last time. He lets out a breath and shakes his head, slowly walking to his car to give Seonghwa some time to make it to you before he climbs in.

Too bad that doesn't fucking happen.

He tried, he really tried to walk as slow as he could in this cold weather, but he couldn't prolong it any further. He pops his trunk and tosses his bag in, contemplating what his next move is when he sees you wiping away at your face. You're crying, and sitting in the cold— it's a damn shame he can't molly-whop Seonghwa's ass into the next lifetime right at this very moment.

"Fucking dick." He mutters to himself when he climbs into his car and drives over to the entrance, quickly hopping out to jog over to you with his extra jacket in hand. You don't really notice him though [and he doesn't wanna scare the hell out of you], so he stops at a certain distance before clearing his throat. You turn to him with watery eyes, but you manage to put on a tiny smile for him anyway. Probably to try and hide the fact that you're crying over Park Seonghwa, but it's too late.

He knows.

"Yunho, hi." You wipe at your face once more. "What're you doing here?"

"I was just about to leave, but I saw you sitting here."

"Oh, no. Don't worry about me. My ride is.. coming." You pause a bit in between words.

"You sure?" Yunho cocks a brow up and you nod. No.

"Yes." You lie anyway. Truth be told, you know Seonghwa isn't coming at this point but you still hold onto hope. It's been close to a fucking hour and you ridiculously hold onto hope. You glance at Yunho but his facial expression shows that he doesn't believe you one bit.

He knows, he knows.

So, he gestures towards his car and purses his lips together.

"It's freezing. If you really wanna wait for him, you can wait in my car until he gets closer." Is all he says. Wow, he really knows. "I just can't let you wait here any longer by yourself." You look at him and immediately know through his look alone that he's not gonna let this one go. You simply give him a curt nod before standing. He extends his arms out when you get a little closer, draping his jacket over your shoulders. It's a thick zip-up, and Yunho's scent lingers on the fabric. He smells good, you think— hints of an earthy, woody cologne he uses, mixed with laundry detergent. "You can wear my jacket for now to warm up."

"Yunho, you really don't have to."

"I do." He says in a gentle tone. He swings his passenger door open, allowing you to settle in before hopping in the driver's seat. He instantly turns up the heat before sitting back and scrolling through his phone, picking a song on his playlist to play softly in the background.

"He's not coming." You say close to a whisper as you fiddle with your fingers on your lap, Yunho cocking his head to the side to look at you.

"I'll take you home then."

"No, it's alright. I can call my roommates—"

"We live in the same community, it's not a problem Y/N." He chuckles.

"Right. Thank you." You look up at him and he gives you a toothless smile before driving off. It's a little awkward, embarrassing even, that you were caught crying over somebody who didn't deserve the tears. Somebody who stood you up and left you in the cold, somebody who didn't even care to text or call. Somebody who is probably getting busy as we speak—

Yeah, definitely undeserving.

You almost wanna cry again as you look out the window, feeling so incredibly small and stupid for this shit. But, it's like Yunho knows what's going on in your head, what you're feeling like. He doesn't have to ask, and quite frankly, he's pretty pissed himself that Seonghwa could just continuously leave you out in the cold like that. Who the fuck does that?

"You deserve better." Yunho says, running his finger across his bottom lip as he continues to keep his eyes on the road.

"I know."

"I don't know the whole story, and I can't say I understand, but you can't keep hoping Seonghwa will change for you. He's an absolute dick."

"Yeah, he is." You admit it with a whisper. Yunho won't say anything more though, he didn't necessarily pick you up to lecture you.

"Is there anything you need before going home?" You shake your head.

"No, just wanna get home and get comfy."

"Okay."

"I definitely need to get you lunch now." He chuckles and shakes his head.

"You don't owe me anything."

"So, you don't wanna have lunch with me tomorrow?" You look at him all doe-eyed and he can't help but smile bigger. You're cute.

"Never said that. I just don't want you to repay me for anything."

"Just this once?" You pout a bit. You're so cute. "We can go to that new brunch place in town."

"If you wanted to hang out, you could've just asked." He smirks and you let out a small snort.

"Funny." You turn to him. "Seriously. If you're free, let me buy you lunch. At least something to say thank you for keeping me warm and out of the cold." He nods.

"Sure. I have a good break in between classes tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll just text you when I get out of my class then." You lean your head back against the headrest and stare out the window, exhaustion slowly starting to hit you. "By the way, that literature review you helped me with? I got an A on it."

"Sweet. Nice to know I can be of help." You chuckle.

"You're a lot of help." Yunho smiles to himself as he continues to drive, a comfortable silence falling in the car for the rest of the way.

When he pulls into the lot, he snags a parking spot near his building just because he knows he'll walk you over to yours. It's a small, tightknit community, and the walk to your building is merely across the parking lot, but it's his priority to make sure you get home safely. He does a slight jog to open your door before popping the trunk to grab your things, handing you your bag with a soft smile on his face.

He's cute.

"Well, I'm there, so.." You point towards your building. "See you tomorrow?" He shakes his head.

"Come on, I'll walk you."

"Yunho—"

"It's a quick walk."

"You do too much for me." He looks at the ground and lazily kicks at the fallen leaves.

"I don't think so. This is the bare minimum, and it's quite obvious someone hasn't been putting in the effort." He sucks on his bottom lip while looking at you.

"You can say that."

"I don't mean to say this in an attacking manner or anything."

"No I know, Yunho. I know you wouldn't do that."

"Good." He stops in front of the stairs that'll lead you up to your unit.

"Thanks for everything tonight."

"Anytime."

"Goodnight Yunho, walk safely." He lets out a small laugh.

"Goodnight Y/N." He watches as you slowly walk up the steps, only turning when he feels satisfied enough to leave you.

"Oh, Yunho!" You call for him around the corner of the steps and poke your head out. "Your jacket?"

"You can just give it to me tomorrow."

"Okay. Goodnight!"

"Night." He chuckles, digging his hands into his pockets as he walks off to his apartment.

Per usual, he steps in and hears his roommate yelling at his computer screen while locked away in his room. His roommate is cool and all, but they talk here and there; not too often. Yeosang is usually minding his own business with his own group of friends, in and out of the apartment with the occasional guest over. Other times, he's locked in his room while playing games. He cooks ramen a lot, and he typically asks Yunho if he wants some— which is nice of him, and he's grateful. Yunho is okay with being in his own company for the most part. As a matter of fact, it's less of a headache that way since he doesn't have to worry much about others around him. He's always been quiet and more reserved, moreso just for the sake of his own peace. He doesn't go out of his way for people, so he finds himself chuckling at the fact that he pulled all that shit for you. Not saying you weren't worth the trouble, but it felt so out of character that he wasn't sure what he was trying to do here. Though, he can say he does find comfort in your company and he can't say that for a lot of people. It's easy for him to feel relaxed around you even though he hasn't spent a lot of time with you outside of the classroom. It's just who you are and how you carry yourself. Your aura, your personality.

It's nice, refreshing really. You don't have to try to be these things, it comes naturally.

Suddenly, Yeosang's door swings open and he's walking out in a baggy black tee and sweats. Yunho decides he'll cook up some spam.

"What's up, dude." Yeosang grabs a water bottle from the fridge.

"I'm about to cook some spam, do you want some?" Yeosang shakes his head.

"I'm good, thanks. Had dinner earlier." Yeosang looks at him with a brow cocked up. "Surprised you didn't grab anything on your way home?"

"Was gonna but got caught up with something as I was about to leave."

"Something or someone?"

"Someone." Yunho shrugs.

"Are you seeing someone?"

"What, no?! I just ran into Y/N and she was having a rough night."

"Y/N? The junior messing with Park Seonghwa?" Yeosang says and Yunho rolls his eyes. Unbelievable. You can't even spell your name without Seonghwa nowadays.

"Uh, yeah her."

"Surprised that's still a thing." Yeosang does a slight head tilt. "He must have some feelings, right? I've never seen him hold onto someone for so long the way he does with Y/N." Yunho shrugs. He doesn't really wanna talk about this right now, let alone think about you and Seonghwa. Because what does Yeosang even mean? Feelings?

The truth is that Seonghwa is a dumbass and that's that.

He doesn't do feelings.

"He left her out in the cold for close to an hour, so. Highly doubt it's that." Yunho says with a subtle hint of venom in his words. Yeosang catches on though, even when Yunho tries to avoid eye contact and continues to quietly cook away at his spam.

"Poor girl. She really deserves better." Yunho finally looks at him for a brief moment, but gives him a quick nod before returning his attention to the pan.

"Sure you don't want any?"

"Positive. Thanks." Yunho shrugs just as Yeosang begins to head back to his room. "Alright, calling it a night." Yunho nods in acknowledgement before Yeosang can shut his door. Once he's finished cooking, he shuts off the heat, cleans a bit and takes his bowl into his room.

The only lights bouncing off of the walls are from his computer screens. There's something soothing about sitting in a dimly lit room at this time of night, especially when Yunho finds his mind wandering. He's eating and catching up on his show, but he's not really catching onto anything that's happening or what's being said. Before he can even think about what he's trying to do, he picks up his phone and pulls up your message thread. He chuckles to himself a bit re-reading the message you sent him with a picture of your mochi donut.

Cute.

He doesn't really think much about other people, but he's wondering if you're okay. He still can't believe Seonghwa left you out in the cold, and he knows you have been crying.

No, he needs to give you space. You give him some attention and now he's acting up.

No, Yunho.

Chill the fuck out.

He sighs to himself and shoves his phone to the side, erasing every possible text he could draft in his head because he won't send you a text. He'll let you be. He'll give you your space, let you be in your own peace.

Besides, you might prefer to recover alone. Recharge alone. Be alone.

He hopes you are okay.

He hopes you are warm and comfortable, and that you aren't crying over Park Seonghwa's dumbass.

Hopefully, sleep finds you.

But tonight, he doesn't think sleep will find him.

"Hey." You shuttle into the apartment and toss your things aside. "Chaery and Soobin aren't home yet?"

"Hey, no. They have some studying to get done and wanted to do it at the library." Seungmin's eyes glaze over you. "I thought you were gonna be with Seonghwa?" He asks as he cooks himself a cheese quesadilla.

"Well, he never picked me up."

"What?" Seungmin furrows his brows as he angrily shuts off the burner and turns to you. "I swear I'll fight him. It's freezing outside. Doesn't he know that?"

"I know, Seungmin. Please don't tell Soobin or Chaery, I don't wanna hear it right now." He sighs heavily and shakes his head as if to dismiss his thoughts.

"Fine, whatever. I just hope this finally gives you enough of a reason to stop messing with him." You look down, feeling like a child being scolded by their parent. "So how did you get home? Whose jacket are you wearing?" He comes closer to inspect you.

"It's.. Yunho's."

"Yunho? How did you get Yunho's jacket?"

"He saw me waiting out in the cold and gave me his jacket."

"He took you home?" You nod.

"Yeah, when I told him Seonghwa wasn't gonna come."

"I'm really glad he was there."

"I am too. He even walked me to the steps before leaving."

"God, Y/N. You've gotten so used to the way Seonghwa treats you, and to be honest, I hate it. He's a piece of shit. Just date Yunho." You sigh.

"Not you, too."

"I mean, I'm partially joking, but Yunho has already done more for you in these past days than Seonghwa has the past months. You're my bestfriend, and you know I love you. You're way too good for him."

"Yunho and I are just friends, classmates even. We don't really talk like that."

"Still, he manages to help you when you need it the most without asking for anything in return. Says a lot about his character."

"I'm just gonna go shower." Seungmin sighs when he sees you hauling your things into your room. "I still have some homework to get done."

"Do you want me to make you some food?"

"Sure, whatever you whip up, I'll eat." You give him a small, but somewhat defeated, smile. "Thank you."

"Of course." And with that, you head in for a long, hot shower, unsure of how to feel tonight. You knew you needed to stop messing with Seonghwa, but you weren't sure why it was hard for you to cut him off. Maybe it was the attention you received behind doors, Seonghwa being a different Seonghwa that showered you in love, care— even though you knew he didn't entirely mean it. That he didn't genuinely care or feel for you, that he can't commit to you and only you.

He likes the idea of you the most, not you.

But Seonghwa wasn't the only thing occupying your thoughts, it was definitely Yunho, too. You couldn't help but wonder where all of that came from when you didn't know much about him and he didn't know much about you.

Maybe you were used to the way that Seonghwa treated you. It's not that Yunho was doing too much, it was the fact that you already expected less.

You were used to less.

Not even the bare minimum.

Hopping out of the shower, Seungmin has a hot bowl of rice with a sausage and egg omelett sitting on your desk along with a piping hot cup of green tea [drenched in honey, just the way you like it]. You smile and dig in, scrolling through your phone to see a notification from Seonghwa—

seonghwa: fuck baby, i'm sorry. something came up

seonghwa: where are you?

seonghwa: i'm so sorry about everything, i know we've been fighting lately and i haven't been my best towards you. i'll make it up to you, i promise

seonghwa: baby please, talk to me. can i come get you now?

You roll your eyes and toss your phone aside, pulling out your laptop so you can finish up your homework. You don't feel like responding to Seonghwa, and you don't feel like thinking about him any longer.

He's already taken up too much of your time and effort.

You slip on your headphones and power through the rest of the assignments you had left. It wasn't much, and it doesn't take long, so you begin to draft out bits and pieces to your literature paper.

Suddenly, you think of Yunho again.

A small smile is etched across your face when you remember his company tonight. You really are truly grateful he stepped in and brought you home.

Maybe he's on his walk, you're not sure. But, you don't want to be a bother.

You just hope he's okay and that he's taking care of himself after tonight.

He deserves it.

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fluffyfantasticducky · 1 year

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Mischievous Matching

☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki is a trouble maker, always one to cause trouble, but he meets a mortal that is even worse than him and he finds himself absolutely powerless and victim of your stupid outdated pranks, but he finds himself to be putty in your hands.

☆ Word Count: 7,656 (good thing I didn't know what to do with this prompt, eh? This is just the second longest fic I've done.)

☆ Notes: My first request! Yay! 🥳Loki is a smitten little lee. I'm really bad at doing pranks so I did the worst and oldest pranks I remembered, because it's funny Loki not growing up on earth wouldn't know any of them. Also, it's not said outright, but in case of doubt the reader's mutation is super-elasticity because guess who started watching One Piece 👒🏴‍☠️.

☆ Warnings: Very bad and outdated pranks, other than that it's just pure fluff and flirting.

Loki thought he was smug. He had always been the smart brother, growing up constantly tricking an entire realm of Gods and Goddesses, he was very little used to people being smarter than him. Of course, he knew a couple of them existed, his mother was one he could never lie to. Odin more often than others saw through his deception and caught him playing pranks on Thor. But when you grow up in a Realm that values more your physical strength and at most your ability to come with war strategies… You come to believe you’re bound to become complacent, and it becomes a matter until… well, what always happens.

Loki would’ve never expected his match would come from Earth. Quite frankly, he had expected humans would always stay the same, kind of like Asgardians did. But they didn’t. Humans (for the most part at least) didn’t have magic or supernatural skills, so they chose to be inventive, they created modern civilizations purely thanks to the fact that humans chose to play smarter.

He wouldn’t admit it, now that Asgard settled on Midgard, and he got to see what humans did with technology… it was sort of admirable how much they had made purely with ingenuity. Only a bit.

There was Stark, who had made a technological empire and entire armies just with just machines, humans like the sanctuary where Strange lived or the Maximoff girl that had learned magic despite their incompatibility with it, or the bug hero’s mentor that figured a way to alter the size of matter itself. Not to mention the Avengers had managed to take him down, a God his ancestors used to venerate without question.

Perhaps some humans were in fact, formidable.

Still Loki could get away with a ridiculous number of things simply because a lot of humans were just that gullible. His illusions had already started wreaking havoc in small towns where his illusions had turned into rumors of what he learned humans called UFOs… although, to be completely fair, he was, by definition, an alien.

But the true meaning of formidable he found in you.

He met you one night he was allowed to visit New York and he decided to mess with passerby Midgardians. He simply sat on a bench of the park casted the illusion of a Ratatoskr and let humans do their thing. Truth to be told, while the creature wasn’t necessarily scary, it was gonna be interesting when the young ones noticed a talking squirrel and he saw some children excitedly trying to catch it, which may or may not have been actually endearing. But the real fun came when the parents became hysterical. Chaos ensued and Loki couldn’t hide a smile.

“That’s yours, isn’t it?” a voice asked, and you sat beside him.

He looked at you perplexed.

“It’s just… it kinda sticks out that you seem even more amused than the actual children playing with that. It’s supposed to be Ratatoskr, right?”

He didn’t expect anyone to notice, he had sat at enough distance that he couldn’t be related to what was going on, and he had a book on his hands so no one would relate his amusement to what’s going on.

The illusion vanished as he lost focus, surprised that you noticed him. He couldn’t hold back a soft laugh through his breath when a woman in her middle age let out a screech threatening to call the cops on an invisible talking squirrel. And to his surprise you laughed too.

“Man, I enjoy seeing your everyday soccer mom lose her marbles at whatever, but actively seeking their wrath takes courage.” You laughed.

You stretched out your hand and introduced yourself with a firm handshake which Loki surprised himself returning and giving away his actual name.

“W-Wait… like the Loki, Thor’s little brother… The Asgardian that… you know… over a decade ago did… you know?” you asked perplexed, not daring to say the actual thing.

Loki tense up, not knowing how you’d act next. For all he knows maybe the police force would end up showing up after all.

“Damn, so what they say is true” you shrugged. “You are a softie now.”

“What they say?” Loki gasped out indignant.

“Yeah, it was over the news a bit after the second snap, Ironman and your brother gave a press conference to explain you were in peace with Earth and it was Thanos’ brainwash.” You explained as a cheeky grin formed on your face. “Ergo, you are a softie.”

Loki was speechless. You knew who he was, you knew what he had done to New York, and yet you were poking the bear with a stick without an ounce of fear in your expression.

“Listen well, mortal, I–” Loki huffed.

“Pfft! I didn’t know Gods blushed.” You laughed heartedly.

“Hang on just a minute!” Loki protested as he became aware of the heat on his cheeks “I am–”

“Surprisingly fun to be around.”

He opened his mouth and closed it again as he found himself with no witty retort for your teasing.

“Thank you, I suppose” was all he could say, with less spite than he usually had when he spoke with mortals.

“I was gonna go grab a bite, wanna join? It’s a bit boring eating alone” you offered.

His stomach growled and he took the offer, partly because he was very hungry and both you had caught his curiosity. You were an odd one, that was for sure.

“So…” you wondered. “Is it true you’re staying with the Avengers?”

“Why do you wanna know?” he asked back.

“Curiosity” you smiled.

A question like that could’ve easily triggered an alarm, but for some reason it didn’t. And you didn’t lie.

“Yes, my brother decided to join the quarters to live with his friends and he took me with him” Loki admitted.

“Took you with him? Like an updog?” you arched an eyebrow in a way that made him feel slightly sheepish.

“Excuse me? What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“Updog.”

“What about it?”

“What is updog?”

“Not much, what’s up with you?” you wheezed before letting out a dorky laugh.

Despite the fact that the All-Speak did not allow him to understand a place’s lingo he understood he had fallen for a stupid Midgardian joke.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I had to try, oh… oh god, I hadn’t met a anyone who didn’t know that one yet, but I had to try. I like you already.”

Now he was convinced, you were definitely an odd one. Not only did you not fear him, but you were bold enough to pull practical jokes on him and teased him for falling for it. It got on his nerves.

But he couldn’t help but follow you around. You kept teasing him the entire trip to a sandwich shop.

“What do you want to eat?” you smiled.

Loki stared awkwardly at the menu, he recognized some of the ingredients, but he had never been to a place like this. And he wasn’t used enough to human food to make an informed choice.

So, you stepped up and asked him a couple of questions about the food he liked and made a choice for him.

“You can punch me in the arm if it’s not good” you winked at him.

Loki surprised himself smiling at you.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

But it was really good. It wasn’t anywhere near as refined as what he was used to eat, but it was surprisingly good. And you even paid for his food, which spared him the uncomfortable conversation over why he had no money despite leaving in a millionaire’s house.

“Hey, I live a bit far away, do you mind accompanying me home?”

Loki wasn’t sure why he accepted, but he found himself following you around, risking getting lost in New York City since he didn’t really know the area that well just yet. But he got on the bus with you and followed you home.

Which to his surprise… was the compound he himself lived in.

“Wait… D-Did you…?”

Loki felt betrayed. Of course. He should have known Stark would send an agent to find him, no one really trusted him, and they had to assign him a nanny to make sure he–

“I’m glad I ran into you” You spoke, interrupting his train of thought. “I still feel anxious coming so far out of the city alone, sorry if I cut your trip short.”

That caught him off guard. Were you not follow him? He didn’t sense a lie, but perhaps he was still a bit distracted.

“You mean you found me by accident?” Loki asked.

“Yeah, I’m not used to the headquarters being a home, so I need to get out to stretch my legs every once in a while. Otherwise, I feel… I don’t know.”

“Imprisoned.” You finished, as Loki’s lips let out the exact same word in almost a perfect synchronization.

Again, no lie.

“Hah… yeah” you smiled. “Sorry, I probably sound like a brat, complaining about living in such a big place.”

“No, I understand perfectly.” Loki found himself say in soft tone.

Loki walked with you inside and accompanied to your room. The sight when you opened the door was rather dismal. Just a small bed, a desk. But the bed was interesting, or more like what was on top of it. A stuffed little bear with a green bow on its neck, and a travel bag. He assumed they did go with Director Fury’s intention of having the trainees educated like soldiers until they completed their training.

After that day he felt more interested on helping with the training of newer recruits, thing he crushingly refused to do before meeting you. But it was his excuse to see you more. And as he imagined, you were among the best recruits. You weren’t the strongest, nor the fastest, and definitely not the tallest given some mutants came to be even taller than him. But you were agile and flexible, and you worked harder than anyone else to make up for any shortcomings you could have.

And you were smart, the smartest in the group. Loki had seen Stark give tests to the recruits and your results always came among the best, and more often than not, you were on top of those results.

“You did it again” Loki would congratulate you.

“It’s just a number on a paper” you always replied back, “that doesn’t mean I am going to be good on the world out there.”

“And yet your leg is bouncing with excitement” Loki pointed out.

You laughed and placed a hand to your knee to make it stop.

“The ego boost is still appreciated” you replied, a bit sheepish.

You were his favorite of all the recruits. Not that it was a title most competed for, a lot just gave him wary looks when it was his turn to train recruits, after all who wanted to have the man who once terrorized Earth as the class teacher. But you always helped to control the group, willingly volunteering for sparring with him for demonstrations and even while everyone else got a partner you chose him, even when that meant it’d be ten times more difficult than picking another mutant.

But once again, that allowed him to get closer to you.

“I’m telling you, it’s magic!” you assured him pointing to the water bottle as you sat next to him.

“Sure, it is.”

He knew you had no magic. He had read your files –for purely professional reasons, like personalizing– and knew of your abilities. But he also had no clue how you had shoved a coin bigger than the bottles neck all the way to the bottom.

But he didn’t like that playful giggle of yours, it always meant trouble.

“Look inside if you don’t believe me.” You said placing your eye on the bottle orifice to get a better look at the coin.

He sighed and mimicked what you had done, pressing his eye to the bottle’s finish to get a better look and see if he could figure something to get it out.

“I don’t see–”

In a second you had squeezed the bottle and splash him in the face. Which was noticed by a few recruits that let out quiet laughs, unlike you who were giggling shamelessly at his expense.

“You! You... traitorous, cheeky, despicable, insolent–” Loki huffed as he latched onto your ribs and squeezed them repeatedly making you double over in laughter.

You batted his hand gently after about a minute as you regained his composure.

“Oh god, you’re my favorite thing ever, it’s been years since these pranks stooped working on everyone else” you laughed.

Loki huffed. “I wasn’t living here years ago.”

“Oh, I know that’s what makes it funnier” you laughed and patted his shoulder.

Other trainees were looking at him amused, but he noticed they seemed a lot less tense now. As if some of that fear they had was gone. It was… weirdly nice. So, he just sighed and rubbed his face with sleeve to dry himself off.

“You cannot expect me to go easy on you after your little stunt” he asked as he stood up.

“Mm, it’s already, I like rough treatment anyway” you winked at him.

That made some other people in the room as Loki’s cheeks heated up lightly. But he still smirked.

“We’ll see about that in a few minutes, won’t we?”

You were also what humans called, the class clown. And your favorite thing was to prank him. It was all harmless stuff, like when you started a game the entire class to start a game every time, he used Asgardian or just outdated expressions like “Norns” or “Heavens.” Or that time you taped giant googly eyes to your chest, so he had a hard time giving a lecture as he got the urge to laugh every time he glanced at you, and even had the audacity to tell him, “Hey, my eyes are up here!” as you bounced, making the googly eyes bounce all over the place. That time where you filled his locker with confetti and balloons.

It was embarrassing because despite he’s nature, he had no way to get back at you. His illusions didn’t faze you one bit, and the concept of pranks for a god weren’t particularly safe for humans, your style was weirdly benign, and he couldn’t match it. And everything he tried repeating from your pranks wasn’t really surprising.

He used to think nothing could ever bother you at all… Until he was wrong.

He found you one night by the roof, sitting with your legs hanging on the edge, but the little border made a secure railing that kept you safe. You had been gone for hours, even skipping training, and he saw a half empty bottle of Vodka behind you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he sat beside you.

“Wasting time, and Tony’s reserves” you joked bitterly. “Watching the forest.”

“It is a lovely night” Loki admitted. “But you were missed at today’s sparring. It is obvious I’m not nearly as tolerable without you around.”

“Just relax, they’ve already warmed up to you” you sighed. “No one likes a stiff teacher.”

It was true hay whenever you made him laugh everyone else seemed to ease up as well. He always attributed to your natural charm and that you relished embarrassing him. But… people were a lot less wary around him lately.

“What made you skip?” he asked.

“It’s the 13th anniversary since my mutation manifested” you sighed and you reached your arm into the sky, it stretched for a few meters before it regained its normal shape.

“I thought people here celebrated that” Loki inquired. “You act as if a partner abandoned you.”

“I don’t know, I think I miss being normal… well, more normal” you chuckled humorlessly. “Not feeling like an actual monster.”

Loki could relate to that, realizing that you are different means you will never wake up with the same concept of yourself, because as it turns out, you are a mistake, a cosmic improbability and turns out, you’ve never been like anyone else around you.

“You are not monster, you’re a–”

“Oh right, because mutant sounds so much nicer.”

“Does it upset you?” Loki asked. “Being the way you are?”

“Yes. No. A little? I don’t know, it’s like a dream living in the Avengers home.” You sighed. “But… don’t you ever get the feeling that rather than wanting to have you around they’re just don’t want you to go rogue? I mean, I get it, with all that’s happening with the Banshee black market…”

Loki couldn’t help but laugh at that. If anyone understood what you felt, that was him. You were a mutant, which granted was becoming much more transcendental these days. More with the mutation enhancing drugs circulating, SHIELD and other organizations were putting a lot of energy to make sure less mutants went on a rampage. But none of you actually had major lists of crimes on their backs, unlike Loki. If anyone was being monitored that was Loki.

Even if he was technically an official Avenger already, it always felt like it was all because of his connection with Thor and at most that he was already highly trained, better than most other Avengers.

“I assure you that they do not think that of you.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “The Incorporations of Mutants Program is simply to remove mutants from a dangerous environment.”

“Yeah, free of Banshee and even add some mutant soldiers to their ranks, it’s a win-win situation” you spoke bitterly.

A part of him felt weirdly nostalgic. His mind took him back to the treasure vault of Asgard, his words reverberating on the walls: «So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here until you might have use of me?» And now, more than a decade later, he found himself defending his father. This was just the same, you weren’t necessarily wrong… but it only a piece of the picture, the hurtful bit of a picture.

“You’re right to feel that way.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “But know that these people care about you… even if their original intentions aren’t as selfless. Trust me, I would know.”

“That’s surprisingly mature for a prince that’s technically younger than me.”

He felt his cheeks warming up to your comment and scoffed out a laugh. Of course, even in a vulnerable moment you wouldn’t let the chance pass to tease him.

“What can I say? I am not just devilishly handsome, charming, and tremendously intelligent,” he smiled, “there’s gotta be some wisdom to balance it all out.”

That made you laugh in that way that made his heart flutter in his chest. And before he knew it, you had rested your head on his shoulder. He felt his cheeks heat up and a smile make its way to his face. Had it always been so difficult concealing his excitement?

“You forgot humble and down to earth” you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“What can I say, darling?” he smiled, “I’m a perfect man, I am completely irresistible.”

“And you still can’t get a date” you smile nudging his side.

“Not my fault there” Loki chuckled, “I’m quite particular when choosing a lover.”

“Right, and you being insufferable has nothing to do with it” you smiled as you grabbed his side and gave him a few squeezes.

The feeling made him jolt and let out a strangled gasp. Of course, you little brat always took advantage of this silly weakness of him ever since you found out.

He remembered the day you found out, quite vividly.

It was a holiday, so most recruits were out for a couple of days with either family, friends, or a new fling. Even some of the Avengers with friends out of the compound left for a few days. So, it was the super soldiers, the Maximoff twins, Vision, Thor, Loki, and you.

Your family had left for a trip, so you had no reason to leave the compound. Loki was thrilled that he would have you practically to himself. He felt those butterflies deep within his chest every time he saw you alone in a room. Of course, he kept his cool as best he could, still being the same mischievous charmer he’s always been, despite feeling like a giddy kid at the sight of you.

Even the most ordinary of mornings were blissful with you around. Even things like breakfast you could always make a monotone activities fun. Like right now, making Thor and the Maximoff twins laugh and sing around with you while you were whipping pancake mix on a bowl. It was some sort of little dance party while you cooked.

Loki couldn’t help but stare and chuckle softly.

“Loki, good morning” you smiled as poured some mix on a frying pan. “Wanna join us for breakfast?”

“Is it required for me to squirm around like a possessed worm like you’re doing?” he joked.

“Yes, it is imperative that you do, otherwise the pancakes will come flat” you quipped back with a cheeky smile.

“Come on brother, I know Midgard dancing is very different from what we used to see at home,” Thor intervened, “But it is quite fun, give it a try!”

“That’s the attitude, Thor-nderstorm” you grinned as you continued to dance.

“In that case I think I’ll just do with some coffee” he cleared his throat as he spoke.

“Come on, brother” Thor insisted, shameless —or rather, clueless— as usual. “It’s fun!”

“Hey, no shame if he can’t do it” you said, “Not everyone can dance.”

Loki laughed.

“If you call that «dancing», I’ll let you know I am actually a great dancer” he stated, just so you knew.

“Loki, if someone has to inform me of their traits, I have learned not to believe that.” You challenged him.

He looked away, focusing on the black liquid dripping into the coffee pot, trying to think of anything else that wasn’t you. Just the coffee, dark, bitter, that he had to keep himself from drinking before bed or it’d deprive him of sleep... Just the way you…

“ACK—!” he was brought back by the squeeze on his sides that made him jump and hold back a yelp.

He was ready to yell at Thor, when he saw the outstretched arms and you looking at him from the other side of the kitchen, the hands returned to your hips. Everyone was looking at him.

“Oh, you’re back” you saw his rosy cheeks a bit confused. “Honey?”

“Excuse me?”

“What do you want your pancakes with? Honey?”

“Uh- I… I- no… Um, I didn’t— I…” he couldn’t even look at you.

But you gave him a reassuring smile.

“I recall you like them with honey” you smiled, “It’s Thor that likes them with maple syrup.”

“That’s correct” Thor beamed happily.

“Don’t finish it all you hoarder” Pietro quipped as he wrestled with the blond for the bottle of syrup.

He sighed quietly, thankful that they had moved onto the next subject. He served himself his cup of coffee and just when he was going to turn around, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and that gently traveled all the way down his side and caused him to shiver.

He looked at you with daggers in his eyes before checking on the rest that were focused on eating and didn’t notice anything, thankfully. You just look at him and chuckled, before handing him a plate with neatly piled up pancakes with honey and some a small mix of berries you knew he liked.

“I didn’t know all Gods were so ticklish, I thought it was a Thor thing” you whispered. “…Good to know.”

You might as well have buried him alive after that. But, to his surprise you didn’t tell anyone. No one brought it up, not even Thor, who was already painfully aware of how cripplingly sensitive Loki was. No, and the anticipation killed him for the next day or two.

You didn’t bring it up once until one night you had the entire compound to yourselves. The doctor Foster had invited Thor over to «watch movies», not that anyone bought that for a second, the Scarlet Witch had gone on a date with the Vision, Barnes and Rogers were out on a party thing and had taken the Maximoff brother with him to further introduce him as part of the team. So, it was you and Loki completely alone.

You were reading on the couch on the weirdest positions, with your head upside down and the book inelegantly hanging on the air as you red upside down with your back arched as it seemed you’d fall out of the couch any second.

He grinned. It was the perfect chance to get you back. He made sure to be very quiet as he approached you and moved very slowly so you wouldn’t notice him —human earbuds were a blessing for his mischief, but they were not infallible— and right when he was towering over you. He squeezed both your sides.

“AAAAAAHHH!” you screeched as you fell off the couch.

Loki looked over to where you were laying on the floor where you had a hand over your heart.

“Loki! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You scolded him.

What? No blush, no squeaky voice, no stuttering, no nervous shifting or even a giggle? No nothing? Were you that good at playing dumb? No way.

“What was that for?”

“I am sorry, I simply can’t resist when someone is vulnerable like that” Loki shrugged it off and sat on the couch, hoping you wouldn’t ask him to elaborate. “What are you reading?”

You sat back up next to him and showed him the baby blue book with pink letters and a couple kissing on the cover. One of those romance novels you liked.

“Is that the one you told me about?” Loki asked.

“It’s the one” you grinned and noticed the book beside him. “What are you reading?”

“Just old Asgardian poetry” he said, showing you the book, despite knowing you don’t speak Asgardian. He noticed the look you gave him, with an arched eyebrow and a smug grin, “It’s old even for me. Just old love poems.”

Your eyes sparkled like absolute diamonds, and you scooted closer to him, your face just inches from his. “Can you read one to me?”

He felt his cheeks flush at your excitement, and the clumsiness. But he cleared his throat and opened it on the poem he was reading. But he decided to be smug and read it just like it showed, in old Norse.

“Oh, so funny.” You growled and jabbed his sides.

Loki nearly jumped out of his skin and barked out a laugh. A laugh that didn’t go unnoticed given you quickly followed that same movement that had made him squirm. He very did a very poor job at concealing his reaction.

His brain quickly felt fuzzy, he could feel his restrained laughter echoing in his chest, and even still a few snickers were slipping out. His arms felt like worms just clumsily trying to find your hands to push you away. His face was impossibly hot and surely a dark shade of red at this point. His mind was on its knees begging for him to succumb and allow his body to laugh. And that’s exactly what he did when your hands sneaked past his arms and gently wiggled against the skin on his armpits.

“Wahahait! Stohohohop that!” he laughed.

“So that’s what your laugh sounds like” you teased him. “Hm… it’s actually kinda cute.”

“Stohohop this or ehehehehelse!” he latched his hands to your forearms but found that he didn’t even have the strength in himself to push you away.

Maybe it was that subliminal fear that he knew how fragile humans were. Maybe he was just that stupidly ticklish. Or… maybe your fingers were warm, and soft… and you had never given him this much attention.

He had fallen back on the couch, and you sat on his waist, straddling him with your legs on each side, and your hands were now exploring every bit of his torso to see what got him to laugh the hardest, your eyes were looking for every reaction, and your words were dedicated solely to tease him. He truly had you all for himself right now.

And it was driving him crazy.

“Mohohohortal! Cease this ahahahahat once!” he cackled. “It’s ahahahahan ordeheher!”

“Oh?” you smiled in a made that made his insides tingle, “I don’t think you’re in any position to make that call~”

Your thumbs dug into his hipbones that made him arch his back as he let out a loud screech and followed by a stream of guffaws. You laughed along with him, and it almost made this torture worth it.

Worth it, not more bearable.

“Plehehehease, no more! I surrender!” he laughed as he clumsily slapped your forearm in what he had learned was a sign of giving up.

“Wait, seriously” you asked, a bit surprised that you had actually gotten to him.

“Yehehehes, please, I yieheheheld!”

And thank gods it worked. You immediately stopped tickling him and helped him sit back up.

“You okay there?” you smiled at him, and his only response was tackling you to try getting some well-deserve revenge.

Ever since that night you had tormented every once in a while, by tickling him silly whenever you felt like it. But somehow you always had the decency to make it behind closed doors, where no one could see him laughing like an idiot at the mercy of a mortal simply tickling him. And… laying on your bed at late hours was very much worth it, the books he brought to read for you could always wait.

Loki and you chatted for a few hours and soon you sober up enough which relaxed Loki enough, but he noticed your conversation turned more melancholic, contrasting with your grumpy drunk rant earlier. You talked about your family, old jobs, and a department you owned before moving in on the compound.

“Can I tell you something funny?” you smiled sadly, and he nodded. “I miss being ticklish.”

“Well darling, I think that’s been enough alcohol for you.” Loki said as he grabbed the bottle and made it vanish away from you.

“I mean it!” you laughed.

“You’re insane.”

“It’s… I used to laugh so easy… Now every poke, every squeeze, every jab…” you poked your side and your finger sunk in your skin. “It’s… I don’t know… absorbed? I don’t feel anything like I used to.”

He remembered, the time you tickled him silly, how he attempted to get revenge, and how poorly it ended for him.

He latched his hands to your sides and squeezed you thoroughly. He crawled his hands over your belly, he pinched your ribs, and skittering his fingers under your arms. He experimented on every inch of your body.

But at most you gave him a soft breathy laugh, more amused than ticklish induced.

“Sorry Loki, I’m not that ticklish” you smiled trying to be apologetic, but you seemed more amused.

Your armed stretched and wrapped in circles around his bicep to pin his arm upward and still stretched enough to reach and tickle under his arm.

Needless to say, this time he didn’t get a break so easily.

“I doubt there is any actual downside to being the way you are” Loki encouraged you, “I’d give anything to not be… you know…”

“Cripplingly ticklish?” you smiled and elbowed his side making his face flush.

Norns, where had the days gone when he used to be a charming silver-tongued flirt? He used to be swooning men, women, and mythical beings alike, but your silly teasing for some reason had him blushing like a young boy.

“I-It’s… not how I would have phrased that…”

“I would” you cut him off with a giggle and poked his ribs, making him jump and barely hold back a squeak. A squeak.

“Right… Nowhere near the point I was trying to make” he sighs.

“I know… I just miss that intimacy” you sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, tickling was fun when I was little, it’s a nice way of being close to others” you sighed as you rested your head against his shoulder. “And I wish I could have that. Usually I get «no, it’s unfair since you’re not ticklish» and well… No more fun for me.”

Close to others.

He gulped at the warmth of your body as you leaned on him. His heart was racing, his hands were sweaty, his face was burning, he felt a knot in his throat and his breath was hitching.

“Tickle me then.”

“What did you say?!”

What did he say?!

Loki had been through the toughest training regimes growing up, he’d been deadly injured in battle countless time before he even turned 1000 years old, he’d withstand the most merciless tortures, and had been clinically dead more than once. But ever since he was little the one thing he couldn’t stand, was getting tickled. It was so bad to the point where the only people who could tickle him were his parents and Thor… who also had the advantage of being about three times stronger than Loki.

He remembered vividly the last time he was tickled past his limit he had lost control of his magic and unintentionally sent Thor to the healing room for two days (although he had been too proud to admit it had been an accident). The fact that you had left your last encounter tickling him unscathed was a miracle.

“Are you serious?” you asked him, looking at him suspiciously.

Truthfully, he didn’t know if he was. He was so convinced he hated being tickled, that he couldn’t understand why the idea actually felt… Exciting? Appealing? He tried convincing himself it was just the idea of having your hands on him.

“Yes, how bad can it really be?” Loki nearly wanted to die when he felt his voice crack in nervousness, and he had to clear his throat. “You’re just a human, after all.”

“Oh, is that so?” you chuckle. “Mm, I might take you on that offer then.”

You squeezed his side and his breath hitched.

“W-Wait, don’t!” he gasped and grabbed your hand.

“Oh, here better?” you grinned and used your other hand to squeeze above his knee, which made him jolt and grab your other hand by reflex.

“Gods, you do not make this easy” he chuckled softly.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable” you smiled genuinely. “I still appreciate the intention.”

The disappointed look on your face was all the motivation he needed, he pulled you towards him and sat facing you, guiding your hands to his sides as he felt his face burning. How terminally insane had he gone?

“Do it before I change my mind” he said firmly.

“Pfft!” you giggled, “You’re crazy.”

“It would seem so” he smiled. “Let’s get this over with…”

You chuckled and you started skittering your fingernails along his sides. Loki’s jaw tensed immediately as he felt his lips started twitching upward.

“Aww… you’re so ticklish, Loki” you smiled as you kept tracing your fingers up and down his sides, from his hips to his upper ribs. “It’s so charming.”

He cursed his choice of wardrobe today, and Midgardian fashion in general, he could have used a good layer of his Asgardian leather armors. Now a cotton shirt and black jeans served him very little as your finger tormented his sides.

And he was starting to giggle already.

“Yohohohou’re such a pehehehehest!”

“C’mon… it is pretty cute how you laugh,” you smiled, “your voice is so deep but your giggles are so light.”

“I’m nohohohot cute! Hehehe- Hey! Dohohohn’t touch thehehehere!” he giggled when your hands wiggled towards the sides of his belly.

“Oh, your pwetty tummy is so ticklish, isn’t it?” you cooed doing bloody baby talk, “You so cute~”

“Stohohohohop!” he guffawed. “Do nohohot patronize mehehehe!”

He hated how well you had learned how sensitive his stomach was. You had tickled him about three times total prior to this peak of insanity, but the weak spot that was his entire abdomen didn’t go unnoticed from the first time.

“I’m sorry, it’s so hard not to tease you when you have such a cute way of laughing.”

“I’m nohohohohot! Stop sahahaying that!” he protested between laughs.

“You should see yourself” you smiled at him. “The way you scrunch up your nose and stick your tongue out ever so slightly is so endearing!”

“Shuhuhuhut up!” he laughed as he bent over to try protecting his belly from your fingers.

You were being so gentle to him, simply skittering your fingers over his shirt. Being anyone else, that might have just gotten a few giggles out, but he was so ridiculously ticklish, especially there. That this delicate taunt to the skin had him hysterical.

“No mohohohore!” he pleaded, “Not thehehehere!”

“Not where?” you asked innocently. “Here?”

And you poked gently over the patch of skin right below his navel.

“Cuhuhut it out! Gehehet away from my stomahahahach!” he cackled, “I’m behehegging you!”

For some reason you decided to listen and move from his gut, moving to poke and knead his ribs, even doing those unbearable ticklish pinches around him.

You had a hellish ability to have him in stitches.

It kept going for a while, you would explore a spot, have him giggling like a child and then move onto the next to start over, not giving him a chance to get used to any sensation or spot.

“Dahahahahahahahaharling, plehehease!” he laughed, “thahahat’s so bahahahad!”

Seemingly that phrased worked and it stopped you giving him the chance to catch his breath, he placed a hand over his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he tried refilling his lungs with air.

“You little imp!” Loki panted “I was being so nice to you!”

“So was I” you smiled, “I’ve tickled you before, you know how bad it can be.”

Surely you were right, but the way you said it, almost like a promise, made Loki’s cheeks flare up, not that it would’ve been noticeable given how his face was flushed from laughing.

“You’re a menace” he chuckled, as he ruffled your hair “How come I’ve grown so fond of a little nuisance like yourself?”

“What can I say? I’m irresistible like that” you laughed as you rested your head against his arm.

He chuckled as he felt a lingering warmth spreading from where you were resting against his arm to his chest.

“Maybe you are” he sighed with a smile. If only you knew.

“Loki… can I ask you something?” you looked up at him.

“What is it?”

“Are you happy… living here?” you asked. “Or… have you never thought of running away?”

His face darkened. It made sense, but the idea of you thinking of him as a potential traitor stung worse than every awful thing said to or by him in stupid fights with Thor or his parents when the arguments got heated.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, you lived in a castle, with luxury, prestige, fame and power” you spoke, “isn’t this too little for you? Don’t you feel trapped?”

Now that reasoning he didn’t expect. He smiled at you fondly.

“You make me sound like a spoiled brat” he chuckled.

“Aren’t you?” you chuckled.

“Of course not, I am the epitome of humility” he claimed, making you laugh. “But… answering to your question… I used to feel trapped, every day I’d be plotting my escape, how to make my great escape.”

“And we won't hear a word they say…” you chuckled.

“What?” he smiled.

“Nothing, The Great Escape is a song, continue” you smiled.

“And trust me… at first… I tried, they didn’t take long to catch me analyzing their security systems and patrolling schedules in a chance to sneak out. I was given so many last warnings and caused Thor so much trouble. Until… eventually I realized… I had nowhere to run to” Loki spoke sadly, “And eventually I stopped trying, this was all I had, and I had to make the best of it. At least my brother was around…”

“Aw, so you do care about Thor” you smiled as you nudge his side.

“I did not say that, and you are not to tell him that” Loki spoke in a fake seriousness. “His ego is big enough as it is.”

“Oh, you’re criticizing him about his big ego.” You laughed, and Loki’s heart fluttered, “You should tell him, he would be very happy that his little brother loves him.”

“Perhaps I will one day” Loki smiled, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…”

“Diva” you muttered under your breath, making Loki chuckle.

“…Eventually I resigned to living here,” he continued. “And one day, the Incorporation of Mutant Program was introduced.”

“I’m still not over the fact that we were named the IMPs” you laughed, making Loki snicker.

“Are you kidding? That was the only thing I considered salvageable of you all at the time.” Loki joked, earning a poke on the ribs from you, “…Among the other Avengers I was requested to instruct the recruits. Which I refused to do.”

“And then you met me” you smiled.

“And then I met you.” Loki agreed. “Which made it all more bearable, you at least provided me with some challenge and entertainment.”

“That’s a really twisted way to say you like me” you chuckled.

If you only knew…

“Would you believe me if I said I did?”

“That’s fair.”

The triggered something in him, a moment of bravado that made him want to risk everything and tell you.

“Are you sure of that?” he asked, as he gently placed a finger under your chin, and pulled for you to look at him. “Even if I said you drive me completely crazy?”

Oh, the look of shock that adorned your now blushing features was delicious.

“Even if I said that I think about you on every waking moment, and that just for the sake of that smile of yours I’d withstand the most barbarous tortures… That for the longest time now you’ve had my heartstrings wrapped around your fingers, playing me like a puppet at your will just for the sake of you one day maybe looking at me the way I look at you.”

“What…? Wh— L-Loki… I— you—!” you stuttered.

Your face was red, but you didn’t seem repelled by his confession. Thank goodness. He thought maybe giving you some time to organize your words was the best thing he could do.

“Why me?” you finally asked.

“Why not?”

“I’m not particularly strong, powerful or attractive” you stated. “Even among just the other recruits.”

“I beg to differ, it takes a lot to render a god helpless like you did earlier.”

“Because you allowed me to” you retorted.

“Because I am crazy about you” Loki said gently.

“Why?”

“You’re stubborn, you get on my nerves all the time, you question and defy my authority every chance you have, and you have no fear of the consequences of crossing a god, especially one with my history.” Loki chuckled. “That takes a lot of courage.”

You smiled at him shyly, and oh gods, the amount of self-control it took not to tackled you and kiss the daylights out of you was ridiculous.

“You are funny, and witty, you have these innocent eyes that make me want to blindly believe you every time you pull one of your stupid pranks on me.”

“And you fall every time” you smiled as the pink shade returned to your cheeks.

“I fall every time” he whispered with a gentle nod. “I fall every time you smile, every time you laugh and every time you look at me as if I was someone interesting and worth getting to know better.”

“You are worth getting to know better… Hell, you’re worth risking a friendship for…”

“Risking a friendship— Mmph?!”

Before he could process what you had done he was already melting against your lips that were sweetly pressed against his.

He felt your fingers sneaking behind him, brushing gently against his neck, which made him laugh softly against the kiss before they continued their journey to his head, where they started playing with his hair in a way that caused him to swoon. In return he placed his hands on the small of your back, brushing his thumbs against you.

And you let out a giggle.

“What was that?” he asked amused.

“W-Wait, do it again!” You smiled brightly.

Loki smiled and brushed his fingers gently across your back and you let out a little giggle.

“It tickled!” You exclaimed.

“Oh did it…?” he smiled and experimented by gently scratching your sides and belly, just soft caresses with his blunt nails over your skin.

And you were giggling like a happy kid.

“Would you look at that…” Loki taunted you. “The little springy mortal is ticklish after all.”

You just rested against his chest as he tickled you, not protesting or squirming at all, just happy giggles. He supposed it made sense, pokes, squeezes, and jabs did nothing, but your skin was still sensitive enough to react to caresses, and it turned out it was all he needed. He took his sweet time exploring every little spot on your body that made you giggle.

Perhaps tickling was fun after all.

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hiraunia · 2 months

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With the final chapter of TCWKTM by @crinklytinfoil upcoming I have decided to celebrate with more doodles. YAY!

(Did I say upcoming, I meant release. Apperently I posted this 3 minutes after the last chapter updated)

I don't know why I have decided that Shrike always wears those night vision goggles(?) now but they look cool at least(GOD I LOVE THEM).

I think I've finally gotten a hang of Dani's hairstyle for my design which is a blessing because in order from the easiest to hardest hair texture to draw is Coily>Straight>Locs>Wavy>Braids>Curly with a jump of times 4 from braids to curly(My hubris for giving Cyan short curly hair has and will continue to keep biting me in the ass).

Speaking of Cyan, I've also updated him. He always has eye bags now cause he feels tired now, more so than the start of the fic at least. Since, unless I've missed something, he's still wearing Black's suit I felt I should make it a part of his outfit. One of the issues I was having when I drew him though was that we still call him Cyan but he wasn't wearing cyan anymore which is an issue when I read the story but when I drew him it just felt odd. My solution to that hangup of mine was to keep the suit and belt black’s but give him the gloves and boots so there's at least some cyan still on him since I don't think it was ever stated that Johnny cut those off, there wouldn't be a reason to and they would fit him better than Johnny's anyways. He also isn’t wearing his backpack thing or helmet(not that I ever drew anyone with theirs anyways) since I figured they probably lost it or some shit. In this pic no one is wearing theirs but that’s just because I wanted them to look like they were chilling, Cyan straight up doesn’t have his.

Funnily enough this is the one that took the least amount of time to make, I started it yesterday and finished it like now though I do attribute that to a stroke of sudden inspiration that I was able to draw in my sketchbook so honestly most of the work was the coloring.

Drawing these guys just kinda being silly is so fun it's unfair, especially Purple. This man has done so much bullshit, I should shoot him on sight but the moment I pick up my pen he appears, the motherfucker! A pretty fun aspect of these purple are, as you can see, he's using Grey's skin. While I'm pretty sure in the story he looks the exact same I figured it would be more fun for drawing purposes to mix the two of them together to create some distinction rather than just drawing Grey with a purple suit.

My design for Grey had him as average height but more stout(at least comparatively for my artstyle) while Purple was a little more scrawny and tall which worked well for what I wanted to do. His bangs are center parted when Grey's bangs are gathered in the center. Also I drew their expressions differently, when it's Purple I draw his more bitter/sour, I decided that most of his expressions are squinty and tend to furrow the brows while Grey's are more, I'm not sure how to put it, genuine?

As you can probably tell I really enjoy trying to come up with the character's designs myself but I know when to throw in the towel and admit someone did better than me. I tried to come up with a design for Olive/Finch myself but I just could not come up with one I liked even equally let alone more than @krysmcscience 's design. They really captured their energy well so I’m just using theirs.

Ayy, I drew my take on good old Johnny boy. I think I did a pretty good job making him look older without him becoming a mass of wrinkles.

Drawing Flayer's ship was pretty fun, I've been trying to draw backgrounds and objects more so it was good practice. We obviously don't know what it actually looks like yet other than it is made of flesh and metal so I definitely had to just make shit up. For these bitches sake I hope it's bigger than what I designed because it is going to suck otherwise. Just as I'm typing this I kinda already wanna redesign it though.

I went for something more simple based of the premise that ships are complicated and difficult to make; the whole thing is kinda supposed to look like the flesh is doing a lot of the work to keep it together to compensate for a lack of technical knowledge and skill but just now I remembered that Flayer was the head of the mechanics so she almost certainly has more than enough knowledge and experience to make a good ship on her own even without the flesh. Oh well, I can redesign it when we learn more. I'm keeping its face though, the face was a completely but incredibly happy accident.

Also, I find it interesting that the Imposter’s missions are usually about them destroying biomechanical technology but one of Flayer's named imposter abilities is to use her genetic material to create machinery that fuses artificial and organic material.

Bounus Doodles!

I'm pretty sure these were all drawn sometime before the new year but they were all I had and I didn't want to post one image of doodles so enjoy them now.

While I am still proud of Brown and Devon making out I think my favorite doodle here is Cyan and his judgmental ass face. Why is he staring at Finch like, he is not in any position to but judging like that.

I also borrowed Kry's designs for Red and Umber, I couldn't help myself for Umber, it was just too perfect!

Not sure how I feel about my take on Skeld!White(Finnegan I CANT-). I'm not sure if it's just I'm so used to seeing Kry's design that anything else feels weird or just that I made him too baby faced and princessy. I tend to draw men that are very pretty and feminine so I think I went overboard when I tried my hand since he was usually described similar to how I would normally design a man.

#among us #fanart #the crewmate who knew too much #crinklytinfoil #hirart #hirantalkstoomuch #Wait why do the colors look so much better on my phone than my monitor?#My computer is so fucked up its not even funny

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sweetiesicheng · 1 year

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halazia - 01

word count : 2,538

warnings : yunho and reader take a bath together

author note : ahhhhh, i’ve been wanting to post more of chapters, but school is already kicking my ass. i think i have at least three and half more chapters written (thank you winter break), but i also have other stuff to write as well. hope you enjoy!

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another day came by, and you happen to have work. the boys take turns bringing you to work. at least one of them accompany you when you leave your home, just to make sure you're okay. despite learning the different areas of the realm relatively quickly, they were always worried that you would get lost without them. plus, they wanted to make sure you were safe and not scared.

"do you want me to pick you up later?" jongho asks as you two approach the daycare building you work in. he holds your hand while also holding a tote bag for you.

"i'm only here for a few hours," you mention. "i could walk over and meet you if you want," you suggest.

jongho nods his head in agreement, "that works. then me, you, and hongjoong could go home together if he's done working for once."

"okay," you smile at him and both of you stop in front of the place you work at.

"it's miss y/n!"

"hi, miss y/n!"

"miss y/n! miss y/n! i flew!"

"hello, my sweeties!" you greet the children as they run over to you, obeying the "no flying" rule that is in place at the daycare. most of them learn to fly at a young age, but they are still in need of training once they are old enough to attend school. "i made cookies for after lunch today," you mention.

"cookies!"

"yay!"

the children start playing together outside with your two coworkers already telling a few of them to be careful. jongho helps you bring the bag of cookies in despite you telling him that you didn't need help carrying it. (he just wanted to look helpful and strong, but he also wanted to steal a cookie for himself.)

"i'll see you later," he says to you.

you nod, "see you later, sweetheart." he leans in a bit, and you give him his usual kiss on his forehead.

he leaves the small building. you notice him opting to walk instead of flying, but the main government building as you call it wasn't too far away anyways.

"miss y/n, miss y/n," one of the kids calls out to you as she runs over to you, "is that the super strong one?" she asks about jongho.

you smile at her, "all of them are super strong," you reply, but you knew that she was wondering if jongho was the one that played with them last time.

when jongho visited the day care, he showed off his strength by trying to lift all of the children who were present that day. he actually was able to lift all of them, and he played with them some more before leaving to train that day.

"but miss y/n, is he the one that lifted all of us?" the girl asks.

"mhm, he was," you answer her question.

"the next time he comes, i wanna play with him again! he lifted so many of us last time!" she says.

you smile and nod at her request, "i'll let him know. go play, you need to get hungry for the cookies!" you say and she runs off to play with the other children.

—

once all of the kids left the day care with their parents, you and your coworkers clean and straighten up everything in the building.

"y/n, do you want to go ahead and leave? we don't might staying behind," one of your coworkers, chaeon, asks you.

"no, it's fine! i don't mind helping out," you reply with a smile right as you tossed a few toys into a box that was decorated to look like a pirate's treasure chest.

the three of you talk about your lives while cleaning up for the next day. once you were done, you and your coworker eunha left while chaeon stayed behind to file some paperwork.

"have a good one!"

"bye!"

you head further into town, heading towards the center of the realm. you eventually reach where hongjoong works.

the building reminded you of the depictions that humans made and drew of the heavens. buildings made of marble and with pillars surrounding them; more of the dipcition of where the greek gods live actually.

you walk into the grand building and walk through the lobby, passing by workers and other officials who you have seen a few times before. you make it to the staircase in the center of the lobby and start walking up.

"babe?"

you turn around and see wooyoung standing at the bottom of the staircase. a huge smile appears on his face when he realizes that you're the one on the staircase. he runs up to you and throws his arms around you.

"hi," you smile and hug him back, "what are you doing here?" you ask, knowing that he would usually be helping out at one of the orchards nearby.

"oh, i'm done for today," he mentions and stops hugging you. "come on," he says and holds your hand, "let's see if they're done working."

you two head upstairs together and walk towards the back. you reach a set of double doors, and wooyoung knocks on one of them.

"come in!"

wooyoung opens the door for you and both of you walk in. you notice jongho trying to file papers with hongjoong sitting at his desk as the door closes.

hongjoong looks up and smiles, "hello."

"hi," you wave as both of you go up to him. "almost done?" you ask, peeking at the papers on his desk.

"i'll pretend that i almost am," he replies and reaches up to kiss you.

"how was your day?" jongho asks, appearing by you with a file in his hands.

"good. the kids want you to come by and play with them again," you mention.

"oh, i can definitely do that. they're fun to play with," jongho replies and you kiss his forehead, just you like did in the morning. "hyung, can't we finish this up tomorrow? let's go home," he says to hongjoong.

the king sighs, "that'd be more work for tomorrow, and that would mean you would have to come here again instead of training with seonghwa." hongjoong sits back in his chair looking at the three of you.

"the three of us could leave, and we go have fun together," wooyoung suggests, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"hey, you aren't going to do anything without me, smug bastard," hongjoong says to the younger with a slight frown. "if you guys were so kind enough, then you could help jongho file some things away while i finish this."

wooyoung huffs in response. you look at him and run your hand through his hair. "come on, let's help him," you say to him.

with a clear pout on his face, wooyoung gives in, "fine," he says, turning away to start helping.

"angel, let wooyoung and jongho do the work," hongjoong says to you.

"hey! come on, hyung!"

you shake your head with a smile and a laugh, "it's fine, babe."

as hongjoong finishes more paperwork, you, jongho, and wooyoung file things away to be delivered to other officials around the realm.

as you help out, you hear someone knock on the door. a correspondent comes in to retrieve most of the documents before leaving.

"can we leave now?" wooyoung asks, sitting on one of the couches with you in his lap. the three of you ended up on the couch after helping.

"i'm hungry," jongho mentions, leaning against you and wooyoung. you play with his hair and hear his stomach rumble, causing you to laugh.

suddenly, someone's phone starts to ring. you watch jongho sit up, patting his pants pockets. he stands up and digs his hand into a pocket before taking his phone out.

jongho answers the call and puts the phone on speakerphone, "what?" he asks, laying back down like he was seconds ago. you look at his phone screen and saw san's name.

"what are you doing?" san asks.

"with the love of my life, hongjoong hyung, and wooyoung hyung," he answers, making you smile.

"hey, she's the love of my life too," san says.

"and mine," wooyoung speaks up, "what do you want?"

"i'm bored."

"come over. we're waiting for hyung to get done with work," jongho says to san.

"should i tell everyone else to come?" san asks.

you and the two guys next to you look at hongjoong. he most likely senses you three looking at him, and he looks up at the three of you. he smiles and nods his head before looking back down at the papers in front of him.

"come over, and bring dinner. i'm starving," jongho says before hanging up.

—

after some time, the rest of the guys arrive to hongjoong's grand office, even yeosang, who works pretty far away in comparison to the rest of you. he even said he flew as fast as he could from the border office that he was working at to join all of you.

"and then the kid dive rolls away before missing the arrow," seonghwa explains his day while holding a drink in his hand.

"don't you tell them that the machines are always on?" yeosang questions.

"i do! they just don't listen to me," seonghwa replies.

you were now seated in a plush chair with a plate in your hand. on top of the plate was a small piece of cake.

"sweetie, do you want anything else?" yunho asks you. you shake your head as you eat another bite of your cake.

"hey, san, don't hate me when i say this—"

"i don't wanna go on another mission!" the angel immediately interrupts with a whine, "i just came back, hyung!"

"but we really need these messages sent to the borders," hongjoong says to san. "yeosang isn't going to the western border until next week," he adds.

san crosses his arms and stares at hongjoong.

"i'll go look for another plushie for you."

"fine."

—

a few hours later happen, and hongjoong is finally done working. (well, that's what he says at least.) all of you leave the building and walk home together.

as you make your way home, you sense something behind you. you turn around to see seonghwa behind you, who smiles.

"what?" he asks.

"oh, nothing..." you reply and he takes longer strides to walk next to you. he holds your hand, interlacing them together. "thought i sensed someone else with us," you mention.

"i'll knock them out," wooyoung says to you, overhearing what you had just said.

"no, i would," san interjects.

"listen here mother—"

"guys, chill please."

"oh no."

"again? really?"

you reach your home, where guards open the front gates for you. you make your way towards the house and most of the guys decide to do their own thing for the rest of the night.

—

"you seem tired," yunho comments.

"just being in here is relaxing," you reply.

the two of you are taking a bath together. yunho gently holds you against his chest while you two stay in the large tub, big enough for maybe twenty people.

why do they have a tub that big in the heavens? who knows why?

"we should get out soon," yunho says to you, "the guys are gonna complain that i'm being selfish by keeping you to myself," he says with a chuckle before kissing your neck, "but i wouldn't care."

"i don't either," you say to him with a smile, "but you have to get up early, so we really should get out of here."

he sighs, "yea, you're right. do you want me to grab you clothes?" he asks.

you shake your head, "it's fine."

yunho gets out of the bath and wraps a towel around his waist. you follow him and wrap the second towel around yourself.

"see you in the morning?" yunho asks you as you two exit.

"see you in the morning," you smile and he kisses you.

both of you go to your separate rooms. when you had moved to the heavens, there wasn't a room for you. but of course, a little magic and you instantly had a room. the room had mainly white furniture with a few pieces that were made of concrete as decorative pieces.

just like hongjoong's room, you have patio doors that lead to the balcony. your bed is neatly made (and hardly used since you almost always slept in another room). a few dressers and clothing racks are against two walls with your vanity next to one of the dressers. in one corner, you have a gray bean bag, matching the color of the concrete furniture decor that linger in the room.

you grab clothes from one of the dressers and set them on your vanity table. then, you sit down at the bench at your vanity and grab a small jar of lotion. you open the jar and rub the lotion on before putting your clothes on. then, you go into your private bathroom and get ready for the night by washing your face and brushing your teeth. a little skincare afterwards and then you head out of your room, looking for any of your lovers who are still awake.

you walk down the hallway of the house and stop at the door that leads to mingi's room. you knock on the door before peeking your head in. the room is dark except for the light that emits from mingi's computer screen. you can tell that he has headphones on and is focusing on something, so you decide to not disturb him.

you close the door and walk through the house, passing by a number of different rooms before reaching the other hallway. you knock on another door before opening it, peeking your head in again like you did earlier.

the lights had been dimmed, but you can clearly see yeosang laying on the fluffy rug by his bed with a face mask on his face.

"what is it?" he mumbles, not wanting to move because of the mask.

"almost done?" you ask, walking in with the door closing by itself behind you.

you sit down next to him. "mhm, you can do the honors," he says to you. you carefully take the mask off, and yeosang opens his eyes. "hi."

"hello," you smile. yeosang sits up, taking the mask from you and heads into his bathroom for a second.

you decide to get into his bed and get comfy, ready to go to sleep for the night.

"comfortable?" yeosang asks. you look over and see him standing in the entranceway to his bathroom. he taps his fingers to his face, making sure the product was in his skin.

"you bet," you reply with a smile.

about a minute later, he joins you in bed and snaps his fingers to have the lights turn off.

"do you want to come out with me in the afternoon? i'm going to go shopping," yeosang mentions, "and we could go by the garden," he adds, mentioning one of your favorite places to visit.

you nod, "okay."

"okay," he smiles and kisses you. "sweet dreams."

"goodnight, sweet dreams.”

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plus-i-miss-you · 5 months

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HI HI?? oops.. sorry for caps.. ehem

Protective Muu kusunoki. X reader T2 :3 (the reader can be gn or female!)

Ty Ty!

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"i just care about you a lot! is that a bad thing?" (fem!reader)

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♪ note: hi hi!! hopefully i did our queen bee justice and i went with fem!reader, i just thought it'd be fun <3

♪ summary: the first trial is over and you and muu are safe!.. for now, at least. and she's happy, sure, but she can't deny that she's just a little bit worried about the possibility of you not being forgiven this time.

♪ warnings: the reader character is assumed to be voted innocent after the first trial and also there are some parts where muu is clearly much more worried about the reader than she's worried about haruka, but it's mostly done as a joke.

♪ of course, muu got voted innocent! there was no other way this trial could go, right? and of course, you got voted innocent as well! ehehe, good for you two~ now you two can have even more fun together! muu just keeps requesting more and more stuff for both of you. look at this bracelet she got for you! and you will let her brush your hair and paint your nails later, right? come on, just let her spoil you already! she just loves her girlfriend so much, she has to show it at least in some way!- oh, did she just call you her "girlfriend"?.. but she was pretty sure that you two are already dating.. well, you are dating now. congrats.

♪ muu keeps saying that she understands that everyone here had some kind of reason for their murder and she probably can't judge them, but also every time she sees a guilty prisoner next to you, you can notice that her face expression becomes a little bit more anxious and she quickly tries to come up with an excuse to make you leave.

"y/n!~ come here, do you think this is tasty enough? no, no, i need your opinion!"

you have no choice but to sit down next to her, but the moment you see her smiling because she finally got some attention from you, you honestly can't say you regret it.

♪ she just worries a lot, please try to be more understanding! like.. she's confident that she will be voted innocent again this time, surely es doesn't want to risk haruka's life, haha.. but she's not so sure about you. what if something happens to you? what if you get voted guilty? what if es doesn't forgive you? what will muu do then? she has finally found someone who she can trust and who is so, so precious to her, she can't just lose you like this!..

"um.. muu.. i'm sorry, but you being so confident that you're going to be forgiven and still not being sure about my own verdict is kinda.."

uh.. again, she's just really worried about you!

♪ even though the way muu has become attached to you is a little bit concerning, she really does care about you, even if her ways of showing it are kinda strange. yes, y/n, her feeding you a huge piece of cake before even trying it herself is her way of showing that she cares. she also shares her accessories with you and if you want, she would love to do your makeup too. she just wants you to feel like a queen as well, haha. oh, speaking of accessories, if you want the same hairclips haruka is wearing, she can tell him to give them back- oh, you don't want them? okay. you deserve something much more pretty anyway.

♪ when it's getting late, sometimes muu just refuses to go to sleep without you and begs es to let her share a cell with you at least when it's nighttime. es tries to act strict at first, but then muu just throws a tantrum and the poor guard doesn't have a choice after that. and right after they sigh and nod, muu immediately wipes her tears away and goes "yay~" and runs to have a sleepover with you. es starts to wonder if they have made the right decision. you two spend the first three hours talking about stuff, even though it's mostly muu doing the talking, but she's still grateful to you for listening to her. she really needed someone who can just.. pay attention to her, listen to her voice and understand what she's saying.

♪ when muu starts to fall asleep (and she does so without any warnings, she can easily fall asleep in the middle of her sentence), she pulls you closer and you can feel her hugging you tighter and tighter. if you even try to resist, she will mumble something that sounds a lot like "don't go.." while still asleep (probably), so. yeah, you can't leave her now. you just sigh and wish her good night and don't even notice how you start falling asleep as well. you also don't notice how a small smile appears on her face.

#💌 requested!#milgram #milgram x reader #muu kusunoki #muu kusunoki x reader

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just-late-roman-republic-things · 7 months

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Part 3 of Cato Causing Problems: In which Cato single-handedly invents the filibuster for all the wrong reasons.

(It's Caesar. The reason is always to fuck over Caesar.)

It's 60 BCE, and Caesar's returned from governing Spain! He managed to start a war, kill a bunch of people and steal enough shit to get out of bankruptcy, which in Roman society is apparently a good thing. And he would very much like to hold a triumph for that, please. The Senate says sure.

Except, of course, for Cato.

See, Caesar also wants to run for consul. But to do that, he has to be in the city limit, and he can't enter the city limit without giving up his right to hold a triumph. So he also asks the Senate to let him stand for office "in absentia" - scare quotes because he has arrived in the outskirts of Rome, you could chuck a lemon at his head from inside the gate, but he still needs to get an exemption to run for office and also have a triumph.

This isn't all that unusual; Pompey, Crassus, Marius, and other generals have all been granted that exemption in the past. The majority of the Senate is in favor, too.

But Cato isn't having it. So he uses a procedural rule in the Senate meeting to start talking. And keep talking. And keep fucking talking, until sundown when the Senate is required to disband, thus preventing a vote from being held.

I need to emphasize at this point that Caesar has not actually done anything to Cato, except for sleep with his sister and disagree with him in a meeting. Cato has attempted to literally have Caesar killed at least twice, possibly three times, and is still mad at a man he hasn't seen in two years.

Anyway, Caesar's forced to choose between either holding a triumph (by which point the election will be over) or running for the consulship and losing his triumph. Caesar's like "Eh, I'm brilliant, I can always start another war," and runs for office. He wins, because he's Caesar (and may have bribed people) - but not before Cato and his buddies freak out and start bribing other voters to vote for Cato's son-in-law Bibulus.

The Roman system, however, had the delightful and terrible feature of electing the top two candidates to the consulship, which meant that Caesar and Bibulus now had to co-parent a nation without killing each other for an entire year! Yay...

Bribery is a blurry concept in Roman elections. To some degree, candidates were supposed to be ingratiating and generous to voters as a sign of respect. Elections were the one time the common man had power over the aristocracy, and people expected some appreciation in exchange for the "gift" they bestowed by electing someone to office. But what one candidate might call a courtesy to the citizens, his opponent might call bribery and corruption.

Caesar almost certainly engaged in what we'd consider bribery by modern standards, at least for some of his elections, but it's not clear whether he did so beyond the cultural norms for his time. Many unsuccessful candidates claimed the victors used bribed even if there was no evidence for it. Caesar was never actually charged with bribery ("ambitus") even though many of his contemporaries were, and a conviction would've prevented him from taking office. And, despite the optimates' better reputation, they made bribes, too.

This also had a deeper, nastier echo ten years later: after conquering Gaul, Caesar wanted to finally get his triumph, and to run for the consulship in absentia again. Cato, again, denied Caesar the chance to do both. But the stakes were so much higher after ten years of political polarization, and that time, Caesar wasn't willing to give in.

Adapted from Julius Caesar and the Roman People, by Robert Morstein-Marx, pp. 109-116)

(Part 1, Part 2)

#every time a politician filibusters they're invoking the ghost of cato #who would probably get mad at them for wearing pants to work #cato the younger #cato causing problems #julius caesar #jlrrt reads #robert morstein-marx #julius caesar and the roman people #caesarhell #jlrrt essays

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im-a-matt-girl · 10 months

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if you have the time, could write about going berry picking with matt and cody? just the three of them spending the day picking your favourite berry together and then when they get home, they all bake something together and cody makes a mess with the flour.

"Boysenberries"

"What are boysenberries?" Cody asks me from the back seat of the car. He is five years old, so he loves asking questions about the world. He's never eaten a boysenberry before.

I turn around to look at him from the passenger's seat. "It's a mix between a blackberry and a dewberry," I explain to him. "You like those, right?"

Cody's eyes grow big and shiny. "Yeah!" he says with an excited smile.

"I didn't know that," you tell me.

"Mhm, it's true," I say. "They're my favorite berries, but I've never picked them before. Only eaten them," I giggle.

"So, wait, how do you mix them together? Is it, like…?"

"You take a paintbrush, brush the pollen off of a dewberry flower, and then brush it back onto a blackberry flower. It's called cross-pollination. The result is a boysenberry."

Your jaw drops open. "That's so cool," you marvel.

"So, that's what we're going to pick?" Cody asks us.

"Yes," I nod. "And they said we can keep whatever we pick ourselves, so make sure to pick as many as you want, okay?"

"Yay!" Cody cheers.

When we arrive, the bushes are filled with the ripe, juicy boysenberries. "Now, be careful," I warn Cody. "Sometimes there are thorns, like this. They will poke you, and it will hurt. so just gently take the berry off, like this." I demonstrate how to safely pluck the berry from the bush, and then I help him do it once himself. "Got it?"

He nods silently.

"Okay. I'll get the ones on top, and you get the ones on the bottom, okay?"

"Okay," he says, a concentrated look on his face.

I pick as many boysenberries as I can, because I want to be able to make a pie with them, in addition to having enough to eat by themselves. I fill up a large container, with Cody's help.

You have filled up a small container; but I notice that the tips of your fingers are tinted purple, and so are your lips.

"Have you been eating them?" I whisper to you.

You look around with a guilty expression, trying not to laugh.

I giggle. I'm glad you like them. At least now I know that none of these berries will go bad. I give Cody your small container on the car ride home, and by the time we arrive back, the container is empty. "I see he takes after his father," I remark, looking at you sideways.

This time, you fail to suppress your laughter. I love your laugh.

"Do you want to help me make the pie crust?" I ask Cody, once we're inside of the house.

"How?" he asks me.

"I want you to be the mixer," I tell him, getting out a large bowl. "I'm going to put flour and salt and sugar in here, and I want you to hold this whisk and stir it up as much as you can, okay? Mezcla."

He nods, focusing as hard as he can to hold the whisk with both of his small hands as I get the wet ingredients together.

I put the wet ingredients into a medium-sized bowl and whip them together with a fork. "Okay, now I'm going to…"

I turn around to add it to Cody's bowl, and there is flour absolutely everywhere. He is mixing as hard as he can, throwing more flour around him.

"Oh, Lovey!" I sigh, scooping up the flour and putting it back into his bowl. "Here, let's be gentle," I tell him, putting my hand over his and helping him stir more slowly. "I should have put an apron on you," I giggle, brushing the flour off of his clothes with my hand. I lean down to kiss his little head.

When the pie is in the oven, I set the timer and turn the oven light on, so that Cody can see when it's ready. He sits in front of the oven, looking into it intently.

"It's going to take a long time, Baby," I tell him.

It doesn't deter him. He continues to sit patiently, cross-legged, with his hands folded in his lap.

When the pie is almost done, you come walking into the kitchen. "What smells so good?" you ask me.

"Pie," I smile at you.

You notice Cody on the floor next to the oven. He has since made himself comfortable there, lying down on his side with his head propped up on his hand.

"Are you excited to eat the pie?" you ask him.

Cody nods silently, not taking his eyes off of the pie, which has begun to bubble up from the holes in the crust.

"I think it's done now," I say. "Can you please pick him up and get him away from the oven so I can open it?" I ask you.

"Come here," you say, gently scooping Cody up into your arms. "Mom's gonna get us some pie," you smile at him.

We sit down at the table and enjoy our boysenberry pie with scoops of vanilla ice cream together, as a family. It's simple moments like these that I cherish the most.

#matt sturniolo x reader #fic #op #ask #anonymous #pov: yours

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titleknown · 8 months

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KAIJUNE NEO: NEON TYGER

My name isn't really important. Well, not important to anyone reading this anyway.

Just know I was a homeless girl, and it was still better than the house I ran from. I once lived in a place that literally fell apart the moment I had to run from a police sweep. One time I got bitten by a water moccasin and had to bite the flesh of the wound out to keep it from spreading.

Not fun. But, then it happened. Like a Star of Bethlehem I saw it and like a falling star it hit me, and it... spoke to me. And it changed me, on the inside.

The men in the green suits took me right after. Compound was nicer than the streets. MREs were better than dumpster-burgers. Could have done without the interrogations. Or the tests. Or the fact that I couldn't leave. Or that they didn't treat me like a human being. I think they never asked my name. There's a lot of things I could've done without, really.

But it was there inside me. Speaking without words. It showed me things. Things beyond our mortal ken, from spaces before and beyond, only now beginning to show their face.

I'd seen inklings, bits of those things emerging, but that big picture, that huge, cosmic scope. It talked to me. It didn't want to talk to them. Said their hearts were too tainted or something. It's hard to paraphrase something that doesn't talk in words.

And then, one day, I got out. I think the men in the green coats said something about vivisection before it happened, something about "failure to co-operate." and the It didn't like that.

So for the first time, it changed me. I don't know how to describe it. Like, its that speaking-without-words thing, I think it'd sound like a porno if I tried. It was... visceral, powerful, amazing. I'll say that much.

And wouldn't you know it, something else broke out too when I did. Poor thing. there's a lot of pain in there. I'd feel sorry for it if it didn't want me and everyone else dead. Still kinda do, can't blame 'em.

I suppose I'm now some kind of messiah-thing, it calls itself a Space Queen, though it says it's a rough translation. Oh yeah, it's learning to talk with words. Given some time. It's not good at it, but it's nice to have a friend in my life.

It lets me wander around the globe, doing what I can, which is more than I thought but less than it'd hope, changing back to me-me to keep my head down. You can kinda tell it's changging me on the outside a bit, I think it called it "syncopation," it's mostly in the eyes.

I don't really need to eat anymore at least, so that helps if I'm getting the folks around me a burger I don't need. There's a lot of bad amongst the street-folk I'll admit, but there's a lot of good, and that's what keeps me going, I think that's what keeps it going too.

It's taught me to broadcast too. So, if you got lucky enough to see this before the men in the green suits come, now you know about the giant lady you keep seeing on the news punching bugs n such. Don't worry, they ain't got shit to track me. They ain't got shit to cage me.

If you see me up close, know I see you. I like you, mostly. But then run because you don't want to get in the middle of what I'm trying to pulsar at, or whatever the hell it calls it...

-Unknown radio/television broadcast, recieved by 50 million listeners in the area of Las Vegas, Nevada

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So, we have our Ultraman stand-in, Neon Tyger, named after the song by The Killers, which again, did inspire a lot of the tone of the story as well as the name.

I will add, while calling her a "space messiah" was meant as a bit of glibness on her part, akin to calling Superman Space Moses, friend of the blog @partlysmith did point out that does fit really well with Tsuburaya's whole thing of Christian symbolism with Ultraman, and I kinda realized after that the additional idea of her living amongst the homeless and marginalized while doing good is another parallel to good ol Oily Josh.

So yay, I was accidentally more clever than I thought!

Ability Notes: You know Ultraman? Basically, she does Ultraman stuff, albeit more Jack Kirby/70s psychedelic genre fiction + neon-related of course.

Bonus Trivia: The species of the "it" has different names depending on what gender of lifeform they're bonded with, Cosmic Men for male, Space Queens for female, and a whole host of esoteric ones for the other genders.

Also, the Cosmic Men have in fact shown up briefly once before in my work, and they're meant to be inspired by spacesuits, in the same way Ultraman is inspired by Grey Aliens!

And, in that grand (exceedingly late) Kaijune tradition, this character and all related narrative elements are under a CC-BY 4.0 license, as long as I, Thomas F Johnson, am credited as their creator.

#my art #my writing #kaiju #kaijune #creature design #ultraman #sculpture #diorama #photomanipulation #kaijune 2023

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wordsbymae · 1 year

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Oh what about Farmer with a horse girl? Does he have horses. My dream is to basically be a hometeader so I keep wondering what his farm has.

Oh yeah, he has horses!! Ok, so this is how I view his farm. He has the homestead of cause, which is this pale yellow colour (for some reason? it's not even a colour I like, but it's what I imagined it as when I wrote the first one). It's two stories with a wrap-around porch and has big white shutters with those pretty shaped cut-outs.

Then the infamous barn is the stereotypical red and white barn. But it's seen better days. The red is more of a dull/brownish red and the white has chipped away and now it's more wood than paint.

I see him having a few fields of wheat/barley. This is more of a way to feed his animals rather than a profit. But if he has enough left over he will sell.

His main profit is his bulls. I don't see him being able to sell cattle for meat or anything too intensive. It's mostly just him and he only gets seasonal workers to help with the harvest or just when he needs them. So instead he runs a bull stud. Breeding the best bulls in the state. It's a small operation but he charges a hefty price for quality so it works. He has about 2 bulls he keeps for 4-5 years before replacing them, and about 30-50 cows/heifers depending on the season.

Then he has his pigs, thats how his father made his money breeding boars, but pigs are noisy as all hell, so the farmer has it more as a side project rather than the main source of income. He has a pair he keeps and he then sells the litter.

Then he has his chickens, a good 20 of them. One big red rooster and all the rest hens. He sells the eggs he doesn't want either as produce or as incubator eggs. He has this huge chicken coop he built himself.

Then he has one or two dairy cows. He breeds them with his bulls and shares the milk with the calf. Or sells the calf depending on if it's a bull calf. Doesn't sell the milk, but uses it for himself (after pasteurisation of course). He'll most likely sell the heifer calf later on.

Then there are the horses. He doesn't have many. Maybe one or two and they're used as transport mainly through his fields or to round up the cattle. They aren't anything special either just quarter horses, but they get the job done. I can see the horse girl reader just falling in love with them and getting mad when they find out he calls them Horse, and Also Horse. Reader will braid their hair and beg farmer to let them go for rides. He agrees as long as he's with them.

Then he's got a cat that just roams around. He doesn't even own it really. It just showed up and never left.

Then there are his working dogs. If I hadn't implied he was from the Us south/Texas, I would have given him kelpies. They are the best working dogs! At least in my biased australian opinion. I was thinking of giving him cattle dogs (blue/red heelers), cause they are recognised in the States but cause his cattle are breeding stock he won't want the dogs to be overly aggressive and bite their heels (they can be trained out of them but easier to get another breed).

Ok, I did some googling and cause I have three kelpies myself, I'm giving him some. I don't care if the us doesn't recognise the breed (rude) but it's not unheard of for them to be used in the States. So yay! Anyway, he only has two cause he has such a small herd. They aren't inside dogs cause they are primarily working dogs so they get this nice kennel outside. And cause I love country music and by extension, he does too, they are called Pancho and Lefty.

He also has a veggie garden and grows most of his own food. If you are a vego/vegan DO NOT go into the small shed out the back. That chicken he took in there does not come back out alive.

Anyway! Hope you liked it. I got a bit over the top

tag list: @floraroselaughter @psyche-entwined-in-love

#star :)#farmer oc #farmer yandere

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gendervapor14 · 7 months

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two fights for freedom ~ chapter three: hope remains

It was hard to miss him. Near impossible. The guy was a giant compared to the citizens flocking him, barking about their perks and their discounts. He had his arms full with a huge basket of goods, and some kid beside him was holding onto a growing armful.

“Who is that guy, Genzo?” Nami questioned sweetly, “I don’t recognize him.”

Neither did he. “Stay here, alright? I’m going to go interrogate him.”

“Stay here? In the middle of town?”

Her eyes batted innocently when he looked her way. Maybe that wasn’t the best advice in hindsight.

“Go back to the orchard, then. Help your sister.”

“Yay!” Nami threw her arms in the air exuberantly, bustling off towards her home. Bell-mère could chew him out for this later. There were more pressing concerns.

Nearby vendors hardly looked his way when he approached. Not with the berri signs glimmering in their eyes. “Hey, hey, enough.” Genzo called out, which finally warranted some attention. “Everyone get back to your booths.” He ordered with a strong extension of his arm. The stranger and his kid shifted their focus towards the authority figure. “You two. I don’t recognize you. Who are you, where are you from?”

“We’re travelers.” The blond spoke in a friendly baritone. His hair was a bit unkempt, all waves and curls from the humidity. Jeans, boots, a crisp, clean button-down. He wasn’t from the East Blue. “Call me Dante. And this, this is my kid, Paul.” He plopped a hand over the teen’s spotted hat. Hard to believe they were related in any way. Dark hair, darker, splotchy skin. At least he was wearing shorts. He offered nothing but a silent wave, while the other arm awkwardly managed the bulk of his basket.

“Travelers.” Genzo repeated, as the townspeople listened on in silent awe. “Why have you come here, of all places?” He eyed between them fiercely, “And how?”

“By…boat?” Dante’s reddish eyes darted about as he chuckled nervously. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, how did you get past the Arlong Pirates?” Genzo bit out, tired of this blissful oversight.

“The…Arlong Pirates…?” That dopey grin started to melt.

oops i forgot to post this snippet on tumblr. here it is!! i just finished a draft of chapter 11 tonight and we're about 1/3 of the way done with my outline so she's lookin like she might be about 30 chapters. i think i should be able to keep up with the weekly posting for now.

title: two fights for freedom rating: M category: F/M, gen content warnings: graphic depictions of violence status: incomplete, three chapters, 9,637 words relationship: rosinante/bell-mere, cora & law, rosinante & hatchan, bell-mere & rosinante & law & nami & nojiko, rosinante & genzo, bell-mere & genzo characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law, nami, nojiko, genzo, nako, hatchan, arlong, arlong pirates additional tags: canon divergent, fix-it, everybody lives, pre-arlong park, angst with a happy ending, angst and feels, fluff and humor, hurt/comfort, scheming, suggestive themes, sexual tension, limes (yes i'm bringing limes back), eventual smut, romance, slow burn, arguing, financial issues, broken bones, references to depression, referenced alcoholism, mental health issues, canon backstory, mentioned doflamingo, non-canon backstory (giving bell-mere a backstory), found family, medical inaccuracies, blood and injury, trafalgar d. water law is a little shit, developing friendships, more tags to be added later (?) summary: freedom for one means adventure. exploring all the world has to offer, while avoiding the occasional haunting. freedom for another almost costs an arm and two daughters. a home, a village. perhaps freedom is best sought back-to-back. {a cora and bell-mère lives au}

♥

#genwrites #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #arlong park #bellemere #bell mere #bell mère #genzo #nami #nojiko #donquixote rosinante #corazon one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #hatchan #corabelle #corabell #two fights for freedom

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lea-andres · 1 year

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This almost wound up in an unwitting person's asks, but I decided last second this probably stands better as its own post.

This isn't set off by anyone in particular, not even the person I almost yeeted this rant at unprompted. So I'm not mad at any one individual person, just at the fandom as a whole tbh.

It's no secret I love me a good villain redemption arc. A villain having some sort of moment that makes them want to switch sides and stop being so horrible, and all of the emotional hardships that follow as they struggle both to obtain the forgiveness and trust of the heroes they used to fight so bitterly with but also to find it in themselves to forgive themselves? And those moments of tension where something goes wrong and they slip up and some people point at them and go "See? They haven't changed, they can never change." And the anger, hurt, and feelings of betrayal that follow?

Ooh, that's the good shit. I'm a sucker for it. I've obviously got my thoughts on how it'd go for the Hooligans if we really REALLY wanted to focus on the emotional hardships of a full blown redemption arc (TL;DR: Bark has the easiest time with the transition from bad to good, Bean has "Harley's Holiday" style troubles where he's just a little too weird for the average person to stomach despite his best efforts to be good and nice, and Fang has the hardest time and hits the level I like to call "barely housetrained" where he's still a nasty piece of shit and barely anyone trusts him but at least he's not actively evil anymore? Yay?), but we're not getting into that again today.

No what we're getting into today is how SOME OF YOU like to just skip all the meat and potatoes and jump STRAIGHT TO THE END AND ONLY GO "LOOK AT HOW SOFT AND UWU THIS VILLAIN IS NOW!"

"How did we get here?" I ask eagerly, craving that sweet, sweet content.

"IDK, LOL" comes the response, followed by more soft fluff.

It makes me want to chew my hands off.

Even if you don't really want to focus on that part, even if you're not confident you could tell that story as well as someone else could, you should at least HAVE AN IDEA! You can begin with the end in mind, that's fine, but we need something connecting point A to point B! Even if it's just an awkward rambley SparkNotes summary! I'm crazy enough that It's better than nothing!

I'll spare you guys the same ship rant AGAIN, but some of the ships floating around here have the same problem. Yeah yeah, soft domestic bliss, you can set up Sonic characters on a dartboard, get two at random, and draw them sweetly canoodling. BUT HOW DID WE GET HERE???

Some of you skip over the real good part to get to the point you think is the good part and it drives me fucking bonkers. It's about the journey, not the destination, or something. IDK.

Alright, I'm done for now probably, back to our regularly scheduled bullshit. 😎✌️

#sonic the hedgehog #lea's a dumbass

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choking-on-dandelions · 10 months

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Good morning, dearest friends! I'm delighted to say we're back from up north and it was a BLAST!!!

So first of all, whoo. what a drive. From the heart of the city to the softspoken winds of the water it was erm, give or take about 5-6 hour car trip. Ya girl got pockets of car sickness but I managed not to throw up so yay!

The four of us traveled through Traverse City and omg THE CROWDS BRO I COULDN'T. We did weave through the people to catch the air show, that was so cool! All you heard was the planes ripping through the sound barrier as you watch them do their tricks and spins and barrel rolls through that bright blue sky. They looked so close that you could reach out and touch them! So many cool tricks! The people were a little less than stellar, only because I get panicky in big gatherings, but the cherry pie was worth it. Soo worth it.

Okay, now, off to the Sleeping Bear Dunes! We arrive in fair time and pull up to the BIGGEST piles of sand I've ever seen with my own two eyes! I get nervous, a little dizzy just looking at this beastly climb, and immediately predict this is going to be the funnest nightmare ever. (I was right btw!) We all take a whiz then start climbing, each of us donning our breeziest most death-proof clothing we packed, and right away I resort to scaling the FIRST dune on my hands and feet, growling and howling like a monster and chasing after my boyfriend while other tourist watched and laughed. It was all fun and games until about the 11th pole marker on our never-ending hike. How long did it take, you may ask, to get through these sand hills? I will tell you, dear friend:

It took us, in grand total, a whopping 6.5 hours to get from the car, down to the beach, back to the car, all without the relief of adequate shade from any trees, and running dangerously low on water after we saw for ourselves that there were no facilities on the shore. No bathroom, no water fountains, just sand and lake and lots of cool rocks. We rationed the water we had for about the last 3 miles of our hike, only sipping enough to wet our mouths. When I tell you we got burned bad. My back is just now starting to peel. Turns out, after all was said and done, we had mistakenly taken the longest and steepest path there was coming and going. But we did it! And we didn't even need to call the rescue team (good thing too, hello $2,000 rescue bill, no thanks)! But watching some of these other people hike our way WITHOUT ANY WATER OR ANYTHING, I was like '???' So we went out of our way coming back to warn others that they might want to turn back and prepare for the worst. They were grateful to say the least lol.

From there we carried on towards Cadillac and meandered around the country roads until we found a cozy little hole-in-the-wall bar and grill and stopped off for dinner. The food there was excellent! My friends Cassie and Annette got a giant ceaser salad and mac n cheese with a side of fried cheese curds, my boyfriend David got a burger with fries and a side of mac n cheese, and I nibbled on a plate of veggies with a few fries on the side. I got something super light because I suspected I'd doze off in the car right after eating; sure enough, I was right lol.

From there we drove about an hour to our hotel room and packed it in for the night. Super nice little place, we lucked out and got one of the best rooms with lakeside view and a backroom door leading straight to the heated pool room. Everyone else stayed up for a bit, I was knocked out lol. We slept a few hours, got up the next morning and showered and whatnot, then took off for the local beaches for some serious rock and shell hunting. We found some neat stuff: David found some cool Petoskey stones and me and Cassie and Annette were chasing shells around the shore. We found a bunch of big snail shells and a few clamshells, I was hoping to dig up some gemstones somewhere like how I did out in North Carolina, but sadly no such luck this time. But that's okay. We beach hopped for a few hours, had a few seltzers in the sun, then began our journey home, saw a haunted-ass barn and belted out some car karaoke for a while.

Y'all, it. Was. The. BEST!!! It was the getaway we all needed and some amazing bonding time, even though we all nearly died out on the dunes lol totally worth it! We're already planning another vacation for next year, we wanna go gem hunting up in the mountains. Gonna be bomb!

I'm so glad to be home though. It's good to be back!

#bunnygirl speaks #vacation #michigan #traverse city #sleeping bear dunes #great lakes #summer fun

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nokingsonlyfooles · 4 months

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I'm staring to get scared...

I've been scared, but let me unpack this for people who don't understand me as well as my spouse...

Oh. Good. Yay. Right? Justice?

No.

Biden, in a statement, said his actions would help make the "promise of equal justice a reality." ...The pardon also does not apply to those in the U.S. unlawfully at the time of their offense.

Here's the thing: If the law is unfair (and it is) is it fair to say, Well, only #Real Americans deserve to have that unfairness addressed? Is "equal justice" the intent here?

Justice isn't a goddamn bag of Oreos. It is good for you. You don't have to seal up the bag and go, "Ya know, that's enough for right now. Don't want to eat the whole thing in one sitting! Let's save the undocumented immigrants, who are also disproportionately punished based on race and class, for later." No! You're not done yet! You're not allowed to pick out the ones you don't like and call yourself fair and just! And, btw, the unopened bags of Justice have been piling up around here for quite some time. You have a lot more to do.

And, if we're going to look at this in the spirit of bipartisan compromise (between two parties who keep saying the other party is trying to destroy democracy?!?) I'm not comfortable with who has been assigned the consequences of the compromising. Neither are a lot of other people who share my heritage. The US government is looking to legislate more people into illegality even as we speak. I think the decision has been made on who's going under the bus so that "democracy" can continue. It's (among others) the folks fleeing political unrest and violence fomented by the US out of anti-communist paranoia, social scapegoating, and a desire for cheaper fucking bananas.

It is possible to legislate "these people don't belong here" without banging on a podium and screaming about ultranationalism and polluted blood. That's the way we've done it for generations, only Trump started saying the quiet part loud and some folks got nervous.

I'm pretty fucking nervous, too, but for vastly different reasons.

This is a cold equation. This is being pushed through and publicized in the runup to the election. Biden is a friend to American Voters and let's define who those are and who they should be concerned with.

My fiction-based musing on trolley problems and who we're willing to throw under the bus to save someone who matters to us is still unpublished. Probably will be for a couple more months. But it has been on my mind because I'm seeing it play out in real life, again and again and again. We are exhausted from pulling levers and deciding who dies. A lot of us don't even consider it anymore. We accept the premise that politics means somebody has to die, and we pick a victim who bothers us the least. But how are you deciding who bothers you the least? And is that okay? And why do we have to keep doing it?

I will accept that we can't save everyone. The decisions come fast, and the decision-making process is slow. But this thing where we create law-breakers and then shrug and go, "Oh, well. They have less value to society," is some bullshit. And if you didn't notice that before, the messaging of, "It's no longer expedient to do this to marijuana-users, so let's do it to border-crossers - but, shhh, don't report it that way," should hammer that home. It's just another dog whistle for a racialized minority, one that apparently didn't turn out quite enough for the Democrats in 2020.

You don't have to wait for Trump to see politicians taking it out on their enemies while in office. It's just that the professional, civil ones confine their retribution to whoever the American public is willing to throw away. It's not personal. It's political. YOU get to decide who we kill next November! Well, we've already reached an agreement on immigrants, Palestinians, women, and Blacks - but you can raise or lower the volume on their screaming, and decide whether the folks in charge are gleeful or disapproving. And is there anyone else you (the majority of voters) are willing to lose? We're always listening! Just let us know! We may need to kill a few more people in the spirit of bipartisan compromise and we'd like to upset you as little as possible.

I can't accept that this is the cost of doing business anymore. I'm fucking ashamed I accepted it for so long in the first place.

And... And I'm terrified of sitting up here and watching voters mechanically make choices between ever larger groups of potential victims as the only options on the ballot conspire to rack up the price.

#us news #politics #i have got to stop reading the goddamn news before bed #haha but this headline seemed so positive!#bam! right outta left field! oh they've decided “illegals” are the problem now #and they're not going to give me a box to check to say “no they're not”#now what?

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sugarakis-p2 · 11 months

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Security: Mr. Compress Chapter 6

[You are a security guard at a museum with a personal secret when you have the misfortune of crossing paths with the league of villains. Stain’s first surviving victim with amputee legs ex-hero called the Void (aka Void=reader x Mr. Compress) Origin chapter and previous chapter 5]

The heist went off without a hitch and now you are hitched! Yay!

Warning: Mentions of suicide, cheating, marriage, quirk kink, smutty smuts, cussing, cannon divergence

"Fuuuuuccccckkkk!" you wailed to the ceiling.

It was bad enough that you got lost in the Hall of Heroes. It's such bullshit. What is worse is you are lost in it with Shigaraki. He smirked like a ghoul watching your ass sway as you walked.

"Do you want to? I can try to make it quick," Shigaraki leered. You growled at him in disgust.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" your words dripping with venom, "Even if I did. I am sure there was an agreement that no one was going to talk about it again."

You hissed at him like a poisonous snake. He snickered like a smug asshole and followed you like an eager puppy. Only he was putting too much faith in your navigation. You stopped to get your bearings when you felt scrawny, worm-like limbs wrap around your waist. You made a strangled squeal and jolted in Shigaraki's arms.

"Hypothetically, I can still remember how tightly your wet pussy clutched at me, seeking comfort, sweetly offering me solace. How that body begged for more. It was only satisfied when it was drunk on cum from my cock. Like a good little slut that knew its proper place and was obedient to its leader," he whispered in your ear. Pressing the hard-on hidden by his jacket against your ass. You shudder in disgust while rolling your eyes.

"Ugh! Who talks like that? We're not in a hentai or a romance novel. Pathetic," you snarked, pulling away to the right. This is starting to look familiar. The map was up to date, and you are beginning to wonder if there is a quirk at work here. A harsh grip on your wrist brought you back to meet Shigaraki's cruel crimson eyes.

"Fine then. I'll be blunt. Submit to me because we are sexually compatible, and I can take better care of you. I like Compress, but he is an assistant to the main act. He is always hiding during a real fight. Take my gracious offer and be mine," he rasps coldly. He removed the severed hand from his face to see his demanding expression pierce your soul. It sent chills down your spine.

"We're the ones taking care of you," you point out. You move to pull from his grip, only to have him press you against a wall to invade your mouth with his tongue. Shigaraki has become a nightmare and a good kisser, it made your heart flutter in fear and lust, and you hated it. He shoves his hand between your legs, rubbing his fingers over your clothed pussy and moaning in your mouth. You don't want to feel anything but contempt for Shigaraki. You have had enough of him toying with you.

"You're getting wet for me," he breathed between kisses. You bit the tender flesh of his lip, and he jerked from you, a tint of red staining his lip. He touched your bite, pulling his fingers away and examining the blood. Rubbing his fingers together, unconcerned with your bite as he gets a whiff of you and combines your slick. He smirks and licks his fingers before putting Father back on his face. That made you shudder again, but at least he had let you go.

"You are such a brat. A cute one. But a dumb brat, nonetheless. When you are done playing with him, you'll run to me. I'll take you back. Nice and hard the way you like. I don't run like others we know. Step aside. I'll take the lead like always. Hang back," he snarls, walking ahead.

Such an asshole, you think as you follow along. He decays a wall and creates an exit straight through the building.

"Shigs. I'm with Mister Compress. Get over it. I'm sure you'll be crawling with poon after the big revolution. We are already getting quite the reputation. Chicks dig power and scars. I think we make better friends than lovers," you sigh. He looks at you with his evil red eye around the fingers of Father, and you take a step away from him.

"I don't want some other chick or just be friends. Never say anything that cliché and disgusting to me again," he gravels through gritted teeth. He reaches out and touches the wall, making it crack and crumble. It was ominous and set you on edge. You don't want to talk about this anymore. You will be friendly and hope he gets the hint that's where you want him to stay, in the friend zone.

"You haven't been getting enough sleep or enough to eat since we have been fighting that giant callus. Let Mister marble you, and we'll pick up some food afterward. You're pushing yourself too hard. We didn't need you to be on this job," you tell him before a coughing fit from the dust in the air.

"If I weren't here, you would be lost and alone with him," Shigaraki seethed. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Helping Shigaraki, has everyone exhausted. The doctor gave them some money, but the truth is they needed more, and they had been eating nothing but dried noodles.

"Fuck you are cranky. It would help if you ate something other than noodles and energy drinks. It's doing a number on our bodies. I've already gained weight, but you are losing weight. Plus, I want to see my Mom. It's been a while since I've seen her," you tell him. He crumbles another wall. You squeak in shock when he is in your face, pulling your hair and pressing against you, shoving his knee between your legs.

"I'm cranky because my ex-hero slut hasn't figured out how things are and made the right decision on who to pick. I loathe hearing you two fuck. You should be opening this yappy fucking mouth to catch my jizz and licking the cream from my tip. Not saying stupid things," He snarls. You are shaken at how he has trapped you again. He grinds his knee harder against your clit and threatens to lay all five fingers on your throat as he pulls Father off to kiss you. You giggle.

"Make that super cranky," You tease with a huge grin. He looks so enraged, and you know that expression all too well. He wants to ravage you and is about to when you both hear Twice calling for you. With a growl, he decays the wall you are pressed against and pulls you away, muttering and scratching himself. It's ok, you think. You would have used your quirk had he tried anything serious. These are just growing pains until Shigaraki is adjusted to his role.

"Ex-hero, dumb slut. Giving other men that look and your pussy. I hate that. Try to friend-zone me again. Forget about your Mom. We're your family now," He mumbled.

"Awwww, Shigs. Never knew you cared so much?" You chuckled when you met with the rest of the group. Leaping into Mr. Compress's arms. Whispering in his ear. He nods and uses his quirk on Shigaraki.

"Presto!" Compress says as threw him to Twice.

"You have three hours before Gigantomachia comes for him. The marble will pop in two. Void and I will get some food and meet you at campsite four," He tells them as you make your way to your SUV. Spinner has become good at boosting cars, so you're not worried about their ride situation. But you have remained untouched by the heroes and used your vehicle. The seats are plush and soft, with a faint scent of leather. Sako looked across the seat at you with intense desire in his eyes. You felt her heart beating faster as he reached out and cupped your face in his hands. He leaned in and softly brushed his lips against yours, sending a thrill through your body.

"First big heist. I want to fuck on the treasure before we give it back," you gasped. You could feel Sako smile against your lips as his kiss deepened. His tongue ran along your lips, tasting you as if he wanted to savor every moment. The kiss grew more passionate as both lost yourselves in the moment, hands exploring each other's bodies, your hearts pounding with anticipation. By the time they finally pulled away, both of you were flushed and out of breath, their hearts still racing.

"Do you have loot? Everything that was on the list?" You asked between gasps for air.

"Of course I do. I'm not a low-brow amateur. I bought us some time so we can go to the love hotel and fool around," Sako purred. You couldn't help but giggle.

"Fool around, huh?" You teased and watched him blush. It made your heart flutter. When you hear a cough coming from your back seat, both of you cringe in astonishment when you remember giving Spinner your spare key. Toga was a surprise, though.

"Way to go, Mister," Toga giggled, hiding her blushing face behind her hands. You both pull apart, chagrin washing over you. You know it's not that simple, not with your quirk. The twin-size hole inside you, the one your Uncle warned you would only grow with each generation, looms large. You glance at Toga and her psychopathy and realize that perhaps it would be better for everyone if you never had kids. Spinner interrupted your thoughts.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we need a lot of supplies, and we figured you needed help mailing the items to the family. I ordered them online, and they are pay on pick up, so cash only. It would be better if we used a car that wasn't boosted. We are less likely to get caught," Spinner explained when a text came in. There go your plans to fornicate on gold, but this would be easier with help.

MOM: The carrots are on sale near Mike. Bring Hiro and visit your mother.

You throw your car into gear and speed your way down the roadway to the screams of shock and terror of everyone in the vehicle.

"My love, I don't mean to question you! But getting the attention of the authorities by speeding might be counterintuitive to what Spinner suggested," Mr. Compress says, buckling his seat belt and holding his hat in terror as you weaved through traffic like a mad woman.

"MOM SAID CARROTS ARE ON SALE!" You screamed in utter terror. When they stared at you like you were insane, you briefly explained, "It's code for an emergency. Near mikes is the safe house."

Your heart is pounding. You are so scared of what you might find. Praying that Mom was ok and nothing terrible had happened. When you see the safe house at the docks, her car was still in the parked in front, the front door wide open of the warehouse, you panic. You barely parked when you jumped out, glad the SUV jerked to a stop on its own as you raced into the building.

You are going to kill anyone that hurt her. You burst in to see your Mom in heavy makeup talking to an ex-con cult leader like they were old friends. You know this guy. He was your Mom caught over twenty years ago. You are next to him in a split second, and your fifty-pound prosthetic metal leg swinging to cave in his head when you hear a gasp and look to see Tetsuo. A flawed man you felt so close to, he was like a brother, squeaked like a scared mouse. You can't let him see his masterpiece kill.

You push the kick higher at the last second. The priests smile and say, "My god, it has been forever. You have gotten so big." The equilibrium is thrown off, and you tumble head over heels into the wall. Sako and your Mom are helping you stand as you feel the need to fight instead of flight. You wobble on your feet when your Mom turns to hisses at Sako.

"I will take care of this. Get out of that damn cosplay now. It's your wedding day," Mom hissed to Sako, whose eyes darted between you in deep concern.

"Whaaaaaa?" you stagger on shaky legs and blurry vision. His wedding? Who the fuck is he gonna marry? You'll kick her ass too, is your hazy thought.

"She seems disoriented. I won't leave my wife like this," Sako said, steadying you. Mom shoved him away. It seemed rather aggressive for Mom to do that to her future son-in-law. She was so in love with him but now she seems angry and your not sure what to do. Is she angry your not married yet?

"The one taking your trouble child," I babbled incoherently at first, causing them both to knit their brows in concern. You flipped out, "Mom! How can you toss me away like this? Do you seriously think I'm that pathetic? You have to get rid of me right away like this and by that guy? What the hell, Mom? I get that the wrong kid died. But why can't you love me too?" Mom's face twisted into pure grief at your words.

"How are you here?" Sako hissed to Mom.

"Shut up! Get dressed. I need to talk to my daughter. We'll talk later alone," Mom hissed back. Shoving Sako towards Tetsuo, he smiled awkwardly and guided Sako to his tux.

"Nice jacket, man. Dude, you need to upgrade that arm." You could hear Tetsuo say as they walked away. Mom grabs your hand and drags you to an office turned into a changing room, where she grabs your face and holds your cheeks to make you look at her.

"Let's get something straight," she said, her voice heavy with grief. "I died the day your Father did and all over again when your Uncle killed himself. The only thing that kept me upright was my sweet girls. It's because I love you is why I worry. Do you think Voids are the only ones that hurt without the other? The bringers always want to make their other half happy. That's why we plaster a stupid smile and try our best. I'm scared without me, you'll try to take your life again. But having a husband to look out for you might give you a renewed purpose in life. Do you love him?" Mom asked, her voice trembling with emotion, tears streaming down her face and ruining her makeup. Puffy bruises, scratches, and mild burns showed under the tears.

The question hit you like a ton of bricks. Tears streaming down your face, you look at her in disbelief and asked, "What happened? Who did that to you?" Your voice was full of rage. You are ready to kill whoever dared to hurt your Mom. But then, you saw her face, twisted in love, and heard her words.

"Baby, do you love him?" She asked again. You took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, "Yes, I do."

"Then marry him today," she said. "Life is short, and something big and scary is happening in this country. Look out for each other, be happy, and fill your heart with love instead of sorrow."

At that moment, you understood. No matter how hard the world was, Mom was still here to teach you how to live it. And you are ready to do just that.

"Ok, Mom. Since it seems you planned for this, what do you want me to do?" you asked nervously. Mom ran and showed you the dress she got. It was your grandmother's.

"Oh my, Mom…. that is a lot of slanted ruffles," you gasped in dread. She opened the backup, and it was a slutty hero costume with a veil and a butt ruffle, "I'll go with the first one. Grandma had some taste."

"Hey, your father loved this dress," Mom huffed.

"Oh yeah, I did all of Void's prosthetics. No offense, but what you have on is low-grade black-market trash. After the wedding, let me take a quick scan and mold. I'm even working on quirk tech that can make it so that not only can you feel your fingertips but use your quirk. It is easier if you have a spacial quirk like Void's. One that hovers above the body," Tet was saying.

"I'm quirkless," Mr. Compress lied. He was adjusting the sleeve on the Armani suit. Tet rolled his eyes and nodded to where Toga and Spinner were eating and talking to the cult leader, Promenade. That concerned Sako a little. Can't have everyone running off to a cult.

"Don't worry, man. Void's Mom told me what's up. We've been friends forever, bro. Just think of me as family. I'm here as a witness because those two will be no good for a legal wedding license. It's wild that the person most in the dark is Void. How could she not know her Mom knows everything," He was saying when he looked beyond Compress and gasped.

Compress followed his eyes and looked down the path towards the bay's open doors. He can see the sun setting in the distance, bathing everything in a golden light that twinkles on the ocean. He takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the eyes of all the guests on him as he grips his heart and pants, but his attention is focused solely on you. You look absolutely stunning in your white gown and veil, your skin aglow from the light. He is overwhelmed with emotion, his eyes filling with tears of joy. He can't believe this beautiful woman is about to be his wife.

"She looks so pretty," Toga squealed.

As you slowly walk down the aisle with your Mom, Sako can't help but admire your beauty, which twists something in your gut. When you ran back and puked in a box, your mother held your veil back. Mom gives you a flask. You rinse your mouth, spit, and then drink the rest.

"I'm ok," you announce. Sako can't help but chuckle. He can't take his eyes off you as you compose yourself and approach him. When you finally reach him, you gaze into each other's eyes and share a moment of pure bliss. It's a moment he will never forget.

"You look devastating. My heart almost stopped. You are so beautiful," Sako said, taking your hands into his. You blush and smile, running your thumb over the metal of his fake hand.

"I vomited," you grimaced.

"I saw. I don't care. I still want to kiss you and be the one to hold your hair back the next time," he smiled.

"I love you, and I'm sorry my mom is crazy," you grinned back. Toga squeals, and then there's a hush in the room as the preacher Promenade steps up to the front, looking at the happy couple. The Prominade's voice is strong but gentle as he speaks. You wonder why it was this guy. Villain hero relationships happen but you never thought this guy would be back in your lives.

"Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy; it does not boast; it is not proud. It does not dishonor others; it is not self-seeking; it is not easily angered and keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." you look deeply into each other's eyes, the love between them palpable. The preacher continues, "These are the vows you have chosen to make to each other - to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and health, for richer or for poorer, until death do you part."

The preacher smiles, silently encouraging you to look to each other for strength and reassurance and exchange rings. You are surprised when he takes one from Tet and puts it on your fingers. This is your Mom's. Finally, Promenade raises his hands and ends with a blessing.

"Bless you both and keep you in love. You may now kiss the bride."

Mr. Compress pulled you in and kissed you. Lips meet in a tender kiss. Everyone around cheers and claps, feeling the love radiating from the newlyweds. Toga bounced in pure excited joy. The kiss is slow and passionate, like a promise that you will be together forever. You are breathless when he finally pulls, and the room erupts in cheers and applause. You look into each other's eyes with pure love and devotion, knowing this is only the beginning of your incredible journey together. You really are not alone. Spinner starts playing. Could it have been me by the struts? Sako pulls you into a twirl.

"I wanna taste love and pain! I wanna feel pride and shame," You both shout during your first dance. Your mother takes the next dance with Sako, and you run to Tet to embrace him in a full-blown bear hug, "TET!" Sako ignores that and focuses on Mom.

"How the hell did you escape? Is Dabi all right?" He hisses. Mom scoffs.

"Bastard is just fine. After you left, so did his bedroom eyes. He said something about how he was giving me more of a chance than I ever did my daughter. Whatever the fuck that means. He hunted me like an animal in this area. I lost him and called in a lot of favors for my daughter," she said, almost breathless from the dance. Mom reaches into the pocket and hands him a vial. He looks at it and quickly makes it disappear.

"Was that a rape drug you find so vile?" Sako smirked. Mom's eyes narrowed.

"No!" She spat, her voice rising with each syllable. "It's a fertility drug for you. Take it! Knock her up tonight, dammit! Don't be so naïve. The hero world is about to erupt into chaos. Do you want your wife caught in the crossfire? If she's pregnant, you have an excuse to keep her safe from the madness. Give me the grandbabies you promised, and do it NOW!"

As Mom walked away Sako, he spots you signing the marriage certificate. Sako was hoping against hope that she'd fixed the problem of his legal name or the marriage date. But now, should he be caught, he realizes the consequences could be dire for you. It has became clear to him that Mom was right. He had wanted to keep his beloved wife away from the chaos of war. As you convinced Spinner to dance with you, this was the first time you had seen a guy so awkward to walk in a circle for a slow dance stiffly, Sako approached Tet and Promenade.

"Ahh, hello there. I'm Promenade," the preacher greeted Sako with a sad sigh, looking fondly at you, "It seems like only yesterday she was a little girl, and now she's married and in love! How time flies..." A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"My wife said her Mom captured you?" Sako asked.

"Yes. Then I escaped, feverishly plotting my revenge. I tracked her family like a bloodhound, and soon enough, I had captured Void's twin sister. Little did I know that it would eventually lead to my mental breakdown. But, alas, I was rescued by the Bringer, who provided me with the help I needed. Anyhoo, all that remains is for you to sign here and here and your seal here. We backdated for when you were performing in Vegas. You both got drunk and only tracked her down recently. That's the story. Please, stick to it. We did a lot of research for this story. If you are caught, she can say whatever she needs and maintain spousal rights if she wishes," Promenade explained.

Tonight, you and Sako will be bound together forever. Nothing else matters more than this momentous occasion. The moment when you become his wife is when your life together truly begins. You'll be giving him the greatest gift of all, a legacy. This will be the ultimate proof of your undying loyalty and devotion to him, a promise that you will never part. You and Sako could not be more different than his ex. You are brave, strong and have a creative spark that she could never match.

The woman was shy and dumb as a box of rocks. But more than that, your moral compass is free and flexible, never leaving him feeling restricted or suffocated. Tonight, you forge a bond that cannot be broken. It is a vow of unyielding loyalty and unconditional love that will last an eternity. He will fight with all his might, use any means necessary, and keep you in his arms forever. All is fair in love and war, and he will not hesitate to go to battle for you. He will stop at nothing to ensure that the ties that bind you to him are unbreakable.

Sako was giddy, dancing, sharing cake, and having an overwhelming sense of relief. He was sure he would be able to fulfill your needs. His favorite part was lifting your skirts and rustling underneath, where he licked the tender flesh of your inner thigh, marking his territory, while he locked your new legs place, A wedding gift from Tetsuo. Sako slowly slid a garter belt added as part of the wrapping and tossed it. It landed on Dabi's head, who was calmly eating cake. You squealed in delight, wiggling each individual toe, and showed off your amazing dance skills as you flipped and twirled. Right to Dabi, who licked frosting off his fork.

"Dabi, what are you doing here?!" You exclaimed, frantically searching the room for your Mom. With his distinct look, you knew that if your Mom spotted Dabi, she'd immediately recognize them as members of the League and would be horrified to learn that her daughter had married a villain. You had been filled with a mixture of fear and excitement on your wedding day, but now you were just filled with dread. You finally found happiness again after losing your sister and were determined to keep it.

Dabi's voice was as casual as ever, but when he uttered, "I was looking for your mom," anger and paranoia flared inside you. You became a fortress, a shield of protection that would not let anyone through to your Mom. You were ready to fight for her with all you had to.

"Why are you looking for her?" you ask.

"I don't see her, so it's safe to enjoy the party, right? Besides, I think you give her too little credit," Dabi said.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? What the hell do you know about my Mom and our relationship?" You sneered when Sako appeared and guided you away from Dabi, "Get him out of here before my Mom sees him." You hissed, gesturing sharply at Dabi. He grinned wryly and continued to eat his cake, seemingly unfazed by your anger. Sako was conversing with all the other members here when Tetsuo handed you an envelope.

He took your hand, and with a gentle squeeze of your finger, his eyes widened with a mix of fear, love, and hope for you. His sincerity was unspoken, but the message was loud and clear. "Your Mom said it was your wedding present. She needed to get Promanade home and couldn't say goodbye. I'm so happy for you, Void. You look gorgeous, and I've never seen you more radiant. I'll get your husband's measurements and get started on his arm right away. Here's my number, and if you ever find yourself in trouble, call me, and I'll come running. You and your sister have saved me countless times, and I want you to know that you can always rely on me."

The heat of shame swells within you. You can't bring yourself to reach out to Tetsuo, the one person who has always looked up to you and your sister with admiration. Your pride has always been a wall between you and the one person who would never judge you. You didn't want your Mom or Tetsuo to be dirtied by you. You had desperately hoped that your beloved Mom and Tetsuo would remain untouched by your crimes. But when Stain came after your sister, thinking that your crimes were hers. He left no mercy in his wake, brutally severing your legs as a warning and crushing your heart when he murdered your sister. You didn't want the same to happen now that you're in the League of Villains.

"Hey, do you think my mom was banging Promenade?" You ask. Tetsuo chuckled.

You slowly slide your finger along the envelope's seal, your heart pounding in anticipation. With a deep breath, you tear it open, and inside, you find a card key to a luxurious love hotel. I paid for two days. You carefully pull out the letter behind it, and your heart stops as you read the words. It's a job interview acceptance letter from AU.

Your mind reeling as you stare at your husband. Sako had always been attractive, but lately, he had transformed into something truly divine. His body was a perfect combination of strength and grace, his muscles toned and defined. He moved with an air of confidence and power, every gesture a masterpiece of effortless beauty. He was a vision of perfection, and it was impossible to look away.

Your Mom had applied you to that Hero school without you even knowing. You feel the weight of the job offer in your hand, and you know that Mom wants what's best for you. But when Sako appears, you quickly stuff it back in the envelope, only showing him the key card, and you can't help but feel a thrill as he sweeps you away when you go to the love hotel.

Sako's hunger was insatiable as he stepped into the room. His strong hand caressed your breasts as the other encircled your waist, lifting you off the ground and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down, ready to satisfy his craving. His eyes widened with a desperate hunger when you were in the hall. He snatched the vial from his pocket, and with a single gulp, he swallowed its contents.

The vial vanished as if it had been nothing more than an illusion. He was ravenous for you, and nothing could quench his desire. That little quirk drug might have had a touch of aphrodisiac. He grabbed your hand and slid the card with you. The tension made him unable to hold back longer. You both had been so reserved on the drive here, on the elevator up, your heartbeats thundered in your ears the entire time. A part of him wanted to pop you in his mouth and roll on his tongue. The relief of knowing you can't get away and that you are utterly his was overwhelming, like a hungry beast. The quiet anticipation pushed him to the edge.

"Sako!" you exclaimed, flopping on the softest bed ever. "Let's go take a shower. We've been dancing all night, and it's time to wash away all the sweat." You paused, your gaze shifting to the menu with all the amenities here. "Oh, look!" You squealed, your eyes widening in delight. "They have a lover's tub for two!"

"No! I need you now, baby girl. My desire for you is so fierce. I can barely contain it. I feel feral. I want to ravish my wife in her frilly wedding dress. I don't think I've ever seen you so cute," he teased, "I love you so much. I need you now. Legs on, I enjoy the sound of metal on metal. Be a good assistant, follow my directions, open your legs, and let me work my magic." He orders.

His eyes blaze with lust, and you can't help but tremble with anticipation. You've never seen Sako look so predatory before, and it sends a thrill of excitement through your body. You bend your knees and spread yourself so wide they touch the bed. Sako's eyes smolder with desire as he seizes you, taking you in his arms, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss that roughly presses you into the bed. His hands gently caress your breast with a sharp tweak of your hardening nipple.

Sako moves down, leaving a trail of nips along your neck, soft hair has been getting longer because of your camping, and it tickles your cheeks. He moves lower, yanking down the front of your dress in one swift movement. His tongue traced circles around your nipples before continuing down her body with his hands. His hands rummaged under the layers of your skirt, his fingers lightly brushed against your inner thigh, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure through your body.

He moved his metal fingers higher, tracing circles around your most sensitive area over her panties. You gasped as his fingers found the edge of your panties and ripped them away. Before you could react, the metal hand scraped your skin. It had been falling apart for a while, sending a jolt of pain. You yelped in surprise, your quirk activating in self-defense. It opens. All the objects that had been placed inside you had never moved or wiggled.

"Pull it out! Pull it out!" You screech with hysterical giggles. You had never felt anything like it before; it tickled through your center like a lightning bolt deep inside your body. Sako grips you still.

"I've witnessed bullets enter your quirk," he said, his mischievous grin widening. "So, I know I'm not doing any harm. But when I touch you here, I can feel how aroused you become. You are so damn wet from a little fingering here."

As his fingers began to explore the inner depths of your quirk, his touch gentle yet firm, you squirm uncontrollably. Sako's metal fingers teased and tantalized, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy and agony. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your body, in arts, you didn't know existed as he explored every inch of you. She moaned in pleasure, terrified you were about to piss yourself or kick him across the room, as his fingers moved deeper, pushing you closer and closer to the edge that plummets into the unknown. Finally, his fingers found your sweet spot, and you let out a loud cry of bliss, tears ruining your makeup.

"SAKO! No more. I think I'm going to pee," you whine pitifully. He grinned, his fingers dipping in and out, faster and faster, pushing you over the edge into a blissful state.

"Go ahead. I'm not stopping. You are a wet mess, and I've never been this hard for anyone. Your cute expression is driving me wild. Your quirk opens an inch above your skin, so thrash as much as you want, dear. I can't feel anything, but there is a light resistance; when I try to pull away, something is trying to draw me in. Do you feel anything when I put you in my mouth as a marble?" He chuckled.

"Please, slow down. It's like you're reaching through my center, and your fingers are tickling me from the inside," you beg. Clinging to him desperately, the waves of pleasure washed over you, body shaking, toes digging into the mattress, the overwhelming newly added sensation.

"I am a villain, the love of my life. Those lewd sounds are only making me want to tease you more. Your desperate plea has my heart beating wildly with delight. You have given me exactly what I have been craving all my life, the perfect assistant, an acknowledgment of our passion that burns like wildfire. You are mine, and I want you to feel it with every ounce of your being. Proclaim your desire, give voice to the love that blooms between us, and I will treat you with tenderness and devotion. Say it! Tell me you need me, that I am all you have ever wanted. Tell me you love me, scream my name when you cum, and I will enfold you in my arms, never letting go," Sako grinned. He used his other hand to plunge into your sopping-wet pussy; you immediately came from his fingers.

"Sako! I'm cumming!" You scream, your breath coming in short gasps. Your hips jerk, and your body quivers as intense pleasure spreads from your center and floods your entire body. Your legs are trembling, and your hands are tightly clenched into fists as your body is overcome with waves of intense pleasure. You groan as your entire body shakes in rapture, back arching up to meet Sako's talented hands, experiencing the most powerful orgasm of your life. He pulled his fingers out, and you lay there, still shaking with bliss. You had never experienced anything like it before, leaving you completely satisfied.

He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke, his voice low and husky, "That's a good little assistant, stunning reactions, my sensitive baby girl. Pulling pleasure from you is like pulling a rabbit from a hat." He licked his fingers and his lips hungrily as he continued. "You squirted my tasty girl, and now I'm about to show you a trick you've never seen before. It's so hot, and it will make you sweat and moan for me. You ready?" He asked. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close. His hands trailed up your body, sending shivers down your spine. You felt his breath on your neck as he whispered, "It's time to take my cock. Stand, place your hands on the wall, and stick out your ass for me. Let's make some magic together."

"You already know how to strip me bare, including my heart, Sako," you murmured over your shoulder. Sako pauses, trying to cover the blush creeping over his face with his hand. You can almost hear his sexy scolding as he blushes.

"My cute naive girl. I have so much more to teach you. Hold still, and you

"Yes, please," you moaned

Sako bends down, his lips finding the back of your neck and shoulders, biting and sucking, marking what is his. He pulled away, and before you could react, he grabbed your hands to keep them on them up against the wall.

"I am going to fuck you so hard. It would help if you had support. Don't move," he growled, forcing himself in all at once. You gasped with pleasure as he entered you, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. His thrusts were hard and fast, and your moans became louder with every passing moment. He continued to move his body against yours, his hand gripping your hip and wrist tightly as he moved. You clawed the wall as you felt your orgasm approach, and he moved faster and faster, pushing you over the edge and into pure bliss. You are so sensitive from the first crazy experience; no one has ever played with your quirk like that; you don't know how you can last. Your legs are shaking, and your entire being has never felt so full and vulnerable. You feel him in sharp sensation as his cock slides in and out, over your sweet spots, making you mewl and drool. Sako is ruthless in his pounding of your pussy. Grinding deep, shivers of ecstasy rocked your body. You gasped when you felt his cock swell inside, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through your body. He pulled your hair to look up at him, back arching in painful ecstasy.

"That is a beautiful face. You feel so good. The best I ever had," he groaned before kissing you.

His hips bucked harder. You could barely breathe; you closed your eyes, tears streaming down, your body trembling beneath him as the intensity of the pleasure increased.

"You like that? I can feel you clenching on me when I. Hit. This. Spot. Right. Here," he moans. He moves his hand from your hair to your jaw, shoving his fingers in your mouth, which you suck on immediately like an infant. He thrust harder, and you moaned; he had never been this feral. His movements became faster, more urgent, and soon your orgasm was building up to an unbearable level. Your chest presses hard against the wall. You screamed his name around his fingers as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. An intense heat fills your center, spreading as you moan like a bitch in heat for him.

"Ahh! So good. I'm cumming," Sako growled. Your eyes open to watch through blurry tears. His face twisted in a lewd loving expression of pain. Your entire body shakes with satisfaction, and a rush of hot liquid runs down your thighs. His thrusts became slower and softer until, finally, he stilled. His cock is still twitching deep in you. Your head slumps against the wall. He hugs your middle as if he might lose you. His hot body dripped sweat over your quivering body, creating a cooling river on your goose-bumped flesh.

The odd sensation of feeling in your metal legs is not the same while you stand in a pool of hot cum mixed with your own. You wiggle your toes, hearing a squelching, and shudder. How can you forget something like this but always feel your heel itching? Both our breaths came in ragged pants, your body still trembling with bliss. You felt his lips on your neck as he whispered your name. His hug became tighter as he pulled you back onto the bed. You lay together, connected, before handing you the room service menu as he wiped you down first with a warm towel. He was so considerate and devoted. You felt love radiating throughout your being. You didn't notice when he trapped you in his arms.

Sako leans close as he whispers, "I want you to stop taking birth control. I want you to have my babies." His metal fingers trace over your belly, where he had planted his seed. You can feel yourself melting under his touch, shivering as you succumb to the pleasure he brings. His sack tightens at the thought of making you look so slutty. No one else can make you look like that, not even Shigaraki. The way he turned you into a mess, wet and pliable for him, the thought of it makes him hard all over again. The screech of metal on metal brings you out of your shock. He lifted your leg under your knee.

"Wait! Sako, ah!" You groaned as he sank his cock back into your overstimulated sex, "I can't think like this. I'm lightheaded! This is a bad time."

He ran his fingers along your jawline, then turned your face to him over your shoulder. Sako looked into your eyes, his fingertips lightly pressed into your cheek. "That's the problem, my love," he said softly, his voice like a gentle caress. "You think too much. We both want children, and there will never be the right time."

The clink of metal and the light scrapping sounds filled the room as he inched himself into your quivering pussy, gradually holding you open for him. Sako's gaze was so intense it made your heart race. His lips were so close you could feel his breath graze your lips.

"Let's make the time," he said tenderly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. You looked into his eyes and knew then that nothing else mattered. You were lost in the moment and almost obeyed without argument.

"We talked about this. After we change things," You groan. Sako bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He held you close and kissed you with passion.

"My dearest, my love, my life. You have seen what is coming. A real change is upon us, and I'm afraid we may not survive it. After meeting your mother, I have been filled with doubt that I am the right companion for you. I cannot bear the thought of not being able to protect you." his voice quivered with emotion, his expression desperate and pleading. In contrast, you pursed your lips in annoyance.

"You once said that my quirk had endless potential. Let me protect you because that's what I want to and can do," your voice trembling with rage, pulling away when his eyes darted to your legs. You swing them over the edge of the bed. Your voice broke as your vision blurred with tears, "You don't think I can protect you because I failed to protect my sister."

"No," he says. Sako tenderly brings his hands up to cup your face, his metal-clad thumbs wiping away the tears that have stained your cheeks. He looks deep into your eyes. The love you see there melts your heart. "It's because I know you will recklessly throw yourself in front of me. I will fail to protect you as you will protect me, and that is not partnership. I want a piece of you. One piece of you that I can protect." His words were like cold water dowsing the flames of rage that had flared in you. You feel a wave of shame washes over you, threatening to draw more tears. You had wanted kids. You had promised Sako, and it wasn't about quirks. It was about love, and you don't want to fight, but things keep needling at you. The timing could have been better.

"Ok. You're right. Like always. But I want to try after I talk to the doctor ok," Your voice quivers as you take a deep breath, your eyes pleading with him as you say this. You reach out to him, your hands trembling, as you wait for his response.

"As you wish. I understand your point, and I'm glad you want to be sure there are no complications before deciding. It's important to talk to the doctor first, and then we can discuss further after our honeymoon. Let's try and keep the peace between us and move forward together," he says. He wraps himself around you as he joins you at the edge of the bed. Sako pulls you onto his lap, his length abruptly entering you. He caresses your lips with his, and at that moment, you know that he truly loves you and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy. His free hand trails up your body, sending tingles of pleasure through your veins. He begins to bounce you up and down on his length.

"Yes," you whimper in agreement, your breath heavy with emotion. He trembles as he holds you close, your bodies united passionately. You feel his heart beating against yours. You know he will stand by your side no matter what. His thrusts become more demanding as if he can't get enough of you.

"Let's make our dreams come true," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. His hands grip your waist firmly as you both reach the crescendo of your pleasure. You moan in ecstatic bliss as the sensation of pure lust washes over you both. You nod, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he wipes them away tenderly.

"Yes," you whisper, "Let's make it happen."

Y ou lay in bed together. Sako looks so handsome and innocent when he is asleep, a hint of a five-o-clock shadow only making him more rugged and attractive. His toned body, a product of the grueling battles against Machia, is silhouetted in the dim light. You hold your breath as your phone pings with a text message; you snatch it up, hoping against hope it's your mother explaining why she had to leave your wedding early. Your heart sinks as you read the words, and you feel the tears forming in your eyes. You turn to Sako, wanting to wake him and take comfort in his embrace, but you can't bring yourself to wake him. You take a deep breath and settle back into the sheets, resigning to face Shigaraki's wrath alone, biting your lip in worry.

CrustySIDS : Congratulations on your wedding. Welcome to the family. We are so excited to have you join us. I bet Compress is overjoyed to have you in their life forever. You are really going to crush his heart with the weight of your lies. I look forward to it.

You stare at the screen, your heart racing. No matter how hard you try, you can't shake the dread that has settled in your stomach, twisting and threatening to vomit up your ordered meal. You can imagine it now—a tired, worn-out Shigaraki looking up to see a happy Toga gushing about the wedding they were at. Spinner tries to avoid Shigaraki's icy glare by busying himself with heating the leftovers when Shigaraki finally asks if this is true. Toga shoved a plate of food in his face, her expression overly joyful.

"We even saved a slice of cake for you. Void was beautiful, like a twirling cake," Toga chirped eagerly.

Shigaraki stared at the cake contemptuously, his mouth curling into a sneer. He slowly took a bite, swallowing the lump of dough, but the sweetness of the frosting couldn't mask the bitterness that lingered on his tongue. He takes his time and measures his words before he texts you. Toga had said you were beautiful, and it made him want to vomit. He was certain Compress was staring at your lewd face as if you were some whore who would take any cock that came your way. The way you looked when you came on his cock. He slams his finger down on the send button, the sound echoing through his mind like a thunderclap. His eyes flash with pure hatred, and his body vibrates with anger. He stands there, his fists balled and his jaw clenched, radiating an aura of pure, unbridled loathing.

"Twice. Let's find the big baby. I feel like I can destroy the world," Shigaraki sneers.

Yeah, you can imagine the whole thing. When you are with the League, Shigaraki steals glances but treats you and Sako no different than before, alone he is a snarling beast who wants to hump you to death. You can't wait until some villain fan girl comes along and lets him get his teen angst out. He always came off as sheltered, and All for one, did that poor boy any favors.

You stand and run to the bathroom. Puking, praying Sako didn’t hear you. A dreadful feeling started to sink into your middle. You peek out the door at Sak, a line of light falling on his face. Still asleep. You brush your teeth and rinse out your mouth. You text Shigaraki back, on the verge of being sick again.

Me: We'll be back in a few days with more supplies. OFC, I'm happy to stay with the family forever. Don't just drink energy drinks, have some real food too.

You crawl into bed, your new legs unlatched and set aside. They are lightweight, and the interface with your neural link works great, but the end caps still burn with a dull ache. You gritted your teeth and tried to ignore the pain, taking a deep breath before curling up in a ball and closing your eyes. You felt the familiar warmth of Sako, but something was different. You are different. You're a wife and maybe a mother soon. You are no longer the same person who had crawled into bed just moments ago. You had been transformed, and the future suddenly seemed uncertain and filled with possibilities.

"Are you ok, baby girl?" Sako stirred and mumbled. His broken metal arm was set aside. The intensity of your embrace was palpable, and you felt your bodies becoming one as your lips met.

"Go back to bed," before kissing his forehead. You felt his heart beating faster as you caressed his face and whispered, but he resisted, holding you tight in his embrace and refusing to let go. You looked into his eyes and saw the fire that burned within him, the desire that he had to be with you. You felt the same way, so you pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, your bodies becoming more intertwined. You moved together in a passionate dance, your mouths exploring as your hands caressed each other's skin. Seconds felt like hours as you explored one another, time standing still in that moment.

Finally, spent, you both fell asleep in each other's embrace.

The tension in the air was palpable as you entered the League of Villains' camp. Shigaraki couldn't take his eyes off of you. He is a menacing figure, eager to get you alone to overpower you with his intensity. You shake your head. You already talked to Sako about helping Shigaraki, and you agree that staying is the best hope for the changes you both wanted. It was clear that his upbringing had not been kind, and as a result, his emotions were constantly bubbling to the surface, taking a physical toll too. So, he will get the chance to vent all his bullshit today. You unwrap a hot plate of food for Shigraki and set it next to him while Sako kisses you on top of his head.

"I'll try and distract Machia with Twice while you grab something to eat," Sako said behind his mask.

"Be careful and be sure you don't use my car. I love not having to pay for parking, but not if I toss it. Machia will rip through it like tissue," You shouted at Sako's retreating figures.

"I'm not that basic, sweet waifu!" Sako shouted back. You smirk to yourself. You are a terrible influence on him with your bad mouth. You give Shigaraki a pointed look, noting that he has yet to touch his food. His expression is one of intense concentration, and you can tell he's thoroughly considering the situation. You wait patiently, watching as he shifts his gaze from the food to you, his mouth quirking slightly at the corners.

"I am too weak to lift the plate. I need my energy. How about you feed me?" The corners of his mouth curved up, a quirk of joy in his eyes that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of a cliff.

You felt the air around you suddenly become thick and heavy, as if the atmosphere was trying to tell you something. He uttered the words, and you felt like the force of his gaze was pulling you in. His smile was almost mesmerizing, and it made you reconsider your perception of him- Shigaraki, normally so spiteful, anti-social, and deviant, yet here he was, with the eyes of a man reaching for his dream. You felt a chill run down your spine and a shiver of anticipation as you realized you were standing in the presence of something greater than yourself. He is a fundamental change. The ripples of his actions can already be felt throughout Japan.

"Of course, little brother. Anything for my Shig-chan. But we need a spoon. Pull one from me," you smirked back. His eyes widened in surprise, quickly recovering as he slowly reached out his hand and hovered it over your chest. His face contorted with a mix of emotions - rage, desire, confusion - before he called out for a spoon, obviously taken aback by his own actions. He stood there, still and silent, as if frozen in time, his eyes still searching yours for answers from you, when a spoon appeared, "Good job, little brother. After all, I'm so happy to be a part of a family. Although I'm here to help you, let me feed you as you asked."

He grunted and ate like an infant for a long awkward moment.

"Don't call me brother. We will never be that. I am your leader and the next king. Know your place, which should be under me. But since you are a member of the League, you can do what you want," He growled. You chuckle. A strange leading tactic that allows him to recruit any whacko. Some day you can imagine it being an issue, but for today you are going to take it. You can hear the snapping of branches. Machia was coming. You hold your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. Time has stopped as you watch them size each other up. Every inch of you is on edge, waiting for one of them to break through. Since your wedding night, you have waited for this moment. Shigaraki shifts to fight.

You place a hand on his shoulder, "Finish your dinner. Let me try." Shigaraki's eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold before him, shoveling food into his mouth at lightning speed. You activated your quirk, spreading it wide like a shield to protect you and Shigaraki. Machia stomped on you with all his might, sending shockwaves through the air and the ground. The force of his blow made you feel like you were being crushed under a mountain. You gritted your teeth and held your ground, protecting Shigaraki from the onslaught.

"It does not feel there," Machia growled. You grinned. Nothing alive can enter your quirk. It causes a force field effect that causes the other to feel numbness in their limbs. You stood a little straighter, feeling the triumph course through you. But then he lifted his foot again, and you felt the impact of his stomp through your quirk. You were sent crashing into the ground, your endcaps screeching in agonized pain. You felt a surge of panic as you realized you were entirely at his mercy. Stomping on you is something that you felt through your quirk, making your endcaps screech in utter agony; raw power can beat you. It is something you hand never experienced before. You tried to keep your composure, even as you felt a cold chill of fear creep up your spine. You forced a grin, hoping Shigaraki wouldn't notice your unease.

"Can't feel. Does not mean it is not there," Machia scoffed menacingly, his eyes narrowing. Ignoring her husband and swatting away Twice's Shigaraki doubles, his gaze was fixed on Shigaraki. Suddenly Machia starts to burrow. Your heart races in a panic. Under your feet is a weak spot you have been unable to resolve. You are not immune to your own quirk. You lose it mentally and cringe in fear. Shigaraki, who finally finished and reached out to grab you around the waist. Your training kicked in, and you captured him back, using your new legs to leap at heights the others couldn't reach. You panted heavily, your face a mask of shock, when you saw Shigaraki grinning manically.

"Thanks," Shigaraki graveled.

You can see the rage and joy in Shigaraki's eyes as he fights, jumping off the ledge and flying toward Machia. He's determined to prove to Machia that he is the next king and will never be his equal. You can only watch helplessly as the fight escalates, feeling powerless to do anything but slump, rest, and be tossed aside. You can only hope that neither of them will be seriously injured. The last time you felt this was Shiketsu High. Suddenly, Machia lunges forward, his fist flying toward Shigaraki's face. He quickly twists mid-air from Machia's attack, smacking the fist and decaying a portion of Machia's fingers that quickly regenerate. Machia retaliates with a powerful kick, sending him flying across the clearing. Shigaraki quickly recovers, landing on his feet like a sleek cat, and charges towards him, throwing a flurry of slaps, each narrowly missing him. Until Shigaraki sets both hands on the ground, decaying the ground. Sako is popping rocks to appear and help keep the rest of the League in the air. It was a ballet of violence you missed. How did he move like that? The soft Shigaraki you knew wouldn't have been able to pull off a move like that a week ago. You barely heard Toga. She asked you if you were ok, but you didn't care about anything but the dance. You grip Toga with a mad laugh.

"I didn't think I could fall in love again. Don't be afraid! The dance of death is as old as time, and we all have to waltz at some point. Trust your heart!" You said this as you jumped too.

Opening your quirk at your bent knees, you unleash a powerful force that slams into Machia's face, sending him staggering backward. Compress throws a rock covered with living moss at your feet, providing you with a perfect launch pad. With your false legs, you could sink into your quirk and pass out from the intense vibration of pain coursing through your body, but with Sako's help, you all can remain air born.

The fight is quick and hard, and you feel a thrill you haven't felt in a long time. You have the most experience of everyone in a real fight, but even you are learning new things with this new family. You never felt more in love as you embrace the adrenaline coursing through your veins. This is precisely what you've been missing, a real fight. You honestly love every part of this and hoped it would go on forever.

You are panting from your last fight with Machia, your quirk growing stronger, and learning new ways to use it that you can only find with an enemy like Machia. Your husband keeps Machia off you while you rest when some asshole bops you on the head with some paper. You quickly open your quirk, and you're ready to punch off the head of whoever dared to touch you. You freeze in shock as you realize it's Shigaraki. He shoves an AU interview letter and a positive pregnancy test in your face, causing your stomach to drop and the water you were guzzling to come up in a puke. You can barely comprehend the words coming out of his mouth, but you know one thing for certain. Your life is about to change drastically.

"We need to talk," Shigaraki rasps with an evil grin. An hour later, you are hugging everyone goodbye. The sun is setting as you say your final goodbyes. Sako takes your hand and leads you to the road, where he will return the road to give you your SUV. You can feel his eyes searching for answers, but you don't have the strength to meet his gaze. You can feel the tension between you, the unasked questions, the unspoken words. You both stand in silence for a moment before he finally speaks.

"You told everyone that you had an opportunity to be a spy. That is greatly needed since those UA brats have been poking their nose in our business. But I suspect there is more than that. I wish you would tell me why you're leaving," he says softly. You turn away, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes.

"I can't," you whisper. "I know you're curious, but this is something I have to do," I reply. "There's more to this than meets the eye. It's a chance to make a real difference, and I can't pass it up. I can't tell you why I'm leaving, but I promise you it's for the best."

He takes your hands in his and holds them tightly. "Please," he pleads. You swallow hard, struggling to find the words.

"It's just something I have to do," you finally manage, your voice trembling. He looks at you for a long, tense moment, his eyes searching your face for answers. You can feel his hands trembling in yours, his grip gradually tightening. You know he can sense something is wrong, and the thought of it terrifies you. You are a coward. You cannot even bring yourself to tell him the truth. That you are pregnant, most likely with twins, your quirk always makes it twins. You wanted to be sure before you came to him with that news. The conversation with Shigaraki was ominous. Remembering it made your mouth snap shut with a shudder of fear. He releases your hands in disbelief that you are really not going to tell him, and you can see the hurt in his eyes. You know he can feel it too. The distance between you grows further and further apart with every passing moment.

"I understand," he says. The tears that you've been fighting finally spill over. You force a smile and take a deep breath.

"Thank you," you whisper. Sako pulls you into a tight embrace, and you let yourself cry. After a few moments, he pulls away and looks down at you.

"You know I'm here for you, no matter what," he says. You nod, taking his words to heart and feeling deeply guilty. You look into his eyes and give him a small smile.

"I know," you say.

"You can do whatever you need to with your mouth. Prison and spy rules are similar," He smiles back, takes your hand, and kisses your wedding ring with love, "Go." He says. You take one last look at him before getting into your car. He stands in the fading light, watching you drive away.

You parked in the driveway and cried. No one else may forgive you. The whole League may end up despising you for crushing Sako or Shigaraki's heart or for driving a wedge through them. But your mother will never turn her back on you. She will hold you close as you spill your heart out. Every. Single. Thing. How it was your fault, your sister was murdered, how you profited from villains and the galleries, how you became part of the villains. How you cheated on Sako, now you are expecting and don't know who the Father is, how you must take the UA job so maybe, just maybe, you can keep Sako's love and keep him safe. Her eyes fill with tears as she realizes the weight of your confession, and she pulls you closer, whispering: "It's going to be alright. I'm here for you, and I always will be. You're not alone. I will always love you. But I am disappointed in you." The only way a mother can. Your heart may break, but she will not reject you.

You are thrown off. Your Mom didn't come running out. You find the hidden key and slowly walk up the driveway, feeling a sense of dread wash over you. You reached the door, your hands trembling as you tried to fit the key into the lock. Tears streaming down your face, you finally opened the door. You expected your Mom to be there to greet you with a hug, but instead, the house was silent. You stood in the entryway, disappointment and sadness overwhelming you.

Tears streamed down your face as you quickly realized the magnitude of your mistake. You walked into the house and froze in surprise. Everywhere you looked, the décor had changed. Your mother and Father's belongings were no longer in the main bedroom. Pictures of you and your sister were scrapbooked and incomplete on the dining room table. When you walked into the room you shared with your sister, the one that held her ashes, you were met with a nursery. Your heart sinks.

Things started to click into place like clockwork slowly. How could you have been so stupid? Dabi. Dabi had smirked and been looking for her. (snap) The villain preacher at your wedding. Sako smiled and said not to worry. (snap) Your trustful floating feeling between Sako that first night. That same feeling with Shigaraki when he handed you the drug. (SNAP!) Those fuckers!

You have had plenty of trauma with your Mom. She can get away with being fucked up. Those two drugged and fucked you under the influence. You gasp. Looking at the room. (snap) Your Mom was in on it. (Snap) the birth control. Shigaraki was sneering about quirk breeding!

"Oh, my god. How dumb," you cry and laugh hysterically. What you felt was utter betrayal and then….freedom. All your stress was tied to a red balloon. It was a brick stress, and you did not think the balloon could handle it. But it turns out the balloon is as fucked up as you. A wave of relief as you laughed harder. You don't have to feel guilty. Re-heating leftovers and re-watching Tootsie until your Mom came home.

"This does not age well," you said to the empty room. Your heart pounded as the seconds dragged by, and your mother still hadn't come home. You had tried calling her and texting her, but no response. Panic began to set in, and desperation drove you to send frantic messages to Sako, Dabi, Shigaraki, Toga, and Twice throughout the night, yet none responded. You were utterly exhausted from the sleepless night of worry and fear but couldn't give in. You had to maintain your composure and plaster a smile on your face as you sat in front of Principal Nezu, the most intelligent creature on the planet. Your heart raced in fear that he might be able to see through your façade and discover your deceit. The rest of the committee was nothing to be impressed by. Midnight was a vapid harlot, All Might was a himbo of the highest degree, and Gun Quirk was a skill any bored American could master.

In comparison, they were mere pebbles, gravel that paved to Nezu, only meant to be stepped on. As soon as he stepped into the room, it seemed like the air was sucked out, and all that was left was a paralyzing fear. Just one glance from him made you weak in the knees and filled your stomach with dread. Nezu was a force to be reckoned with. He could see through you. The greatest risk factor was Nezu.

"Tell us? How did you mentally cope with Stain cutting off your legs?" Nezu asked. Your smile twitched, but it did not falter.

"Oh, Nezu! You almost sound like an American! So blunt, if only I were older," you grinned, pretending to like tea. Nezu's chuckle echoed through the room as if charmed, but you cannot rely on that. Suddenly, a ping from your cell pierced the awkward silence, sending a shiver of dread down your spine. You could feel your hands shaking as you reluctantly reached for your phone; your entire body tensed with anxiety. It took all your strength not to look at the message and silence your phone.

"Sorry for that. Well!" you began, stress mounting more that the text came from Dabi of all people.

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