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anothertimdrakestan · 1 year

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Hi Elle!! Hope all is well 💕💕

Can I request a headcanon or fic of where Dick and y/n have been in a serious relationship for a few years and OC has become a “mom figure” to all the other batboys. So when the batboys misunderstand Dick and OC getting into a big fight somewhere, they both come home (either to their place or to the manor) to find that the batboys have moved/thrown out all of Dick’s things because they love OC that much??

Thank youuu ☺️

Ahhh this is such a cute little idea!! Thank you so so much for the request it’s lovely to see an old friend <333

Found Family - Dick Grayson x Reader

Steph gave you a sympathetic smile as she poured the rest of the wine bottle into your now empty glass. “What’s wrong hun? Because if it’s boy troubles I will personally castrate Richard if he hurt you.” Which only made you sigh as you nodded. Her eyes widened, you and Dick never ever fought, and this foreign emotional territory was a shock to you too- hence the wine.

“Dick asked me to move in with him, but I’m not ready to leave my place! I love Gotham, and I’m not sure Bludhaven is where I’m meant to be. But I also know I could never leave him. I just told him I needed more time to think and I think he took it really personally. It’s not that I’m not ready to live with him, I’m just not ready to leave my life here even if it is just a town over.” You said, happy to put into words the emotions swirling in your chest.

“What?! You are NOT leaving Gotham anytime soon. What on earth would I do without you here?” Steph exclaimed, putting down her glass to pick up her phone, fingers typing frantically.

Less than a minute later, Tim was jogging into the Manor kitchen, “Dick’s tryna take Y/N from us? Over my dead body.” And before you could tell him otherwise, the young hero burst out the room, clearly on a type of war path.

“No! I love Dick and you guys, Bludhaven is great! I just need-”

“Taking down Richard has always been on my bucket list.” Damian’s snarky voice echoed through the manor as he stalked out the same door as Tim. You scrambled up and after him, but Steph side stepped in front of you, “don’t you dare try to fix this, we’ve got it!” Which only made you more nervous for the future of your relationship.

Before you knew it, another bottle was opened, and the colors of the Manor living room were awfully fuzzy. You were pretty sure you’d seen Jason, Tim, and Damian zipping in and out of the manor, each repeatedly promising an increasingly violent demise for your boyfriend, who’s radio silence was only making you more anxious. Steph, while physically with you, was terrifyingly glued to her phone, sending text after text- even taking the occasional call, but she was speaking quiet enough that your tipsy-mind couldn’t process the words flying out of her mouth.

You truly weren’t sure how much time had passed when Dick burst through the manor shouting “Stephanie Brown where the hell did you hide her!” And before you could shriek with excitement, Dick appeared in front of you, his eyes frantic until he saw you were okay.

“Dickie!” You cooed, outstretching your arms so he would scoop you up into a hug. And he did. He was breathing heavy, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he took a deep inhale. You were just giddy to see your handsome man, squeezing him tighter, wrapping your legs around his waist, happy to be carried as you weren’t sure you could stand in your current state.

“What on earth did they do to you sweetheart,” Dick mumbled, walking back towards the kitchen so you could place you on a counter, you leaned back to look up at his eyes. He swiped a hand over your cheek, you assumed you were still warm from the alcohol.

“She’s. Fine. Can’t say the same about you you selfish monster,” Steph slurred her speech, pointing an accusatory finger at Dick who gave you both a confused look.

Almost like a sitcom, the three other boys burst into the room, as if on cue.

“Step away from the woman Grayson!” Jason shouted as Damian lobbed the nearest manor antique he could get his hands on at Dick, who of course caught it effortlessly, setting it down next to you on the counter.

“What the hell is going on?” Dick raised his voice, but Tim was already in between the two of you, pushing Dick backwards as Damian hopped up onto the counter next to you, silently handing you a glass of water which you graciously took, enjoying the plot unfolding before you.

“No questions at this time Richard, as Y/N’s personal advisor I’m here to state the case.” Tim began, Jason and Damian nodding in agreement. Steph had her phone out, clearly filming the entire argument.

Tim continued, “it has come to our attention that you intend to take Y/N from us.”

“I asked her to move in with me?” Dick looked exasperated but intrigued by the way his brothers had turned on him in your name.

“And in doing so, you’d be removing her from Gotham, and therefore the four of us!” Tim concluded, and at the statement, Jason, Steph, and Damian mumbled angry agreements.

Dick scoffed, “I’m sorry, I thought she was my girlfriend, and you guys love coming to Bludhaven! With Y/N there it’s more reason for everyone to spend more time over there.”

Damian piped up immediately, “we hate Bludhaven Richard, Y/N is the only thing that makes it manageable.”

Jason snorted, “ever realized we only go over for dinner when Y/N is visiting you? Or that Steph only wants Sunday bagels in Bludhaven cuz Y/N spends the weekends there? Did you seriously think we just went over for you?” You cringed as the harsh tone, but Dick didn’t look offended, rather, proud?

Dick opened his mouth to retort, then closed it. Tim spoke up again, “Don’t worry Richard, I’ve already mended the problem at hand.”

Now Dick spoke up, “what the hell did you brats do now”.

“To the Zeta Tube!” Jason called, scooping you and Damian up in one arm and sprinting towards the teleporter, with Dick screeching for him to put you down following close behind. For once, Damian wasn’t squirming out of Jason’s grasp, rather he had quietly grabbed your hand, saying “I hope you love your new home” to you right before the Zeta Tube activated.

When you came through, Jason set you and Damian down happily, and you were situated in a fully furnished apartment. Furnished with your and Dick’s combined furniture. You froze for a moment, feeling like you were in a different dimension until you notice the window in the apartment. You recognized the block corner instantly.

“We refurbished an old safe house! It’s south west Gotham, so close enough to Bludhaven that Dick can’t whine too much, but only a couple minutes drive, or instant Zeta Tube to the manor!” Tim exclaimed excitedly.

Damian piped up, “we stripped Dick’s apartment to the ground to furnish it! Not like either of you will be needing it anyway!”

Dick had been silent, drinking in the new view. But he came up beside you to stare out the window, “I think they just made a compromise for us, but I do want you to love it. What I should’ve said earlier, is that I don’t need to be in Bludhaven, I need to be with you. You’re my home Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned back into his chest.

You spoke up, “I love it, and I love you, and I especially love you guys,” you turned around to face your family. Steph was grinning, Jason was nodding knowingly, Tim was off slightly adjusting furniture placements, and Damian was- wiping away a tear. Not worth pointing out, because he’d deny it anyway, but your heart was bursting knowing the little guy wanted you near just as badly as you wanted to be close to him.

“Tim! Get over here, it’s group hug time!” Dick called, throwing an arm around Jason and Steph while you scooped up Damian, who for the second time that day, wasn’t fighting back. Tim crashed into the hug and your swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest with pride in your found family.

Tim’s phone vibrated and he shouted “Dick! You’re rich! The Bludhaven apartment just sold!” And Dick shrieked, “You put my apartment up for sale in a day!!” To which Damian shrugged, “not like there was anything in there after we were through.” Jason nodded in agreement saying: “yeah, you don’t even wanna know what plan B was if you said no to this place!” But Steph shushed him before he could divulge any more, most likely violent, secrets. You couldn’t help but grin knowing your family had your back no matter what, even if Dick was slightly concerned over his brother’s undying loyalty to you, it made staying in Gotham that much more worth it to you both.

“As your realtor I will be taking 15% of the profit! Gonna go meet the new tenants!” Tim called, beelining to the Zeta Tube before Dick could even try to tell him no. You gave Damian’s hair a ruffle, which he immediately tried to fix, as Jason and Steph nodded, knowing they could be over whenever, but you and Dick probably wanted a moment to get used to the new place.

And suddenly, it was quiet. The bustle of the Gotham streets was faint, and you walked through the apartment which was truly designed perfectly, imagining the dinner parties, late night adventures, and peaceful mornings you’d get to have in your new place.

“As much as I hate to admit it, they did good.” Dick broke the silence. You nodded in agreement, unable to wipe the heartfelt smile off your face, you gave him a peck and said, “They sure did, it feels good to be home.”

I hope you enjoyed!! Thank you again for the request!

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sapphicseasapphire · 3 months

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ok, so, this has been bugging me for a bit today, but, what was Sky's reaction to when he first met Warriors? like there's got to be a strong emotion there given that Fi is also a sword spirit.

so yeah, I'm just wondering what you have planed for that.

(also great artwork it's absolutely stunning and looks really yummy)

((dont question it))

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS, I HAD TO DRAW IT.

(Lore under the cut. Sorry, I have a lot to say about this haha)

Sky’s reaction when he first meets Warriors? Awe.

They find Wars last- or, well, they find his sword. The others are notably confused because they were looking for the hero. The temple that they were led to is completely empty except for a single sword atop a pedestal. Surely their lead was wrong- this can’t be it. Maybe this is the hero’s blade? And he will return to the temple? Or is this just the wrong spot entirely?

While the others are arguing with each other about what to do next, Sky steps up to the blade. It’s… a lot fancier than the ones that the heroes are accustomed to. Gems are inlaid into the guard, fabric is woven around the grip in a familiar pattern. There are diamonds that run down the blade and a piece of blue fabric is tied around the ring of the pommel. This level of decoration is not usually suited for a sword to be wielded in battle. In fact, the only sword that he’s known to be this beautiful and but also effective is currently strapped at his side. As Sky walks closer, he can see the blade glow unnaturally, and his voice echoes through the temple:

“It’s a Sword Spirit,” he’d say, reaching out to the blade but not touching. Not yet.

There’s a mix of emotions when Sky looks upon the blade. He’s relieved, for he had feared that Sword Spirits had been forgotten entirely. His heart aches at the cold weight of Fi at his side, empty and quiet where she used to be full of life. It’s good, he thinks, to see a new sword shine so bright. He’s a little afraid, he’d admit, since he has unsavory memories of a different Sword Spirit. Phantom hands at his shoulders, tongue at his ear, black blades arcing in the air.

Still, Sky can’t repress the way his heart leaps in excitement, a smile at his lips, even as his hand falters in the air. Another Sword Spirit, here, right in front of him. Another opportunity to make things right, to fix things. Oh, how he misses Fi.

“This is the hero we’re looking for.”

And the others would approach, their curiosity piqued by the reverent tone of Sky’s voice. (Note that Sky had just joined them about two-ish days ago? He was the second to last to meet the Chain, the last being Wars).

No one else has met a Sword Spirit before, not even Wild or Time (who, at this point, everyone thinks is a spirit), so they’re all a bit hesitant to accept Sky’s words at face value. Sky explains that he’s met Sword Spirits before, that the Master Sword herself is a spirit. Puzzle pieces click into place but they still need more convincing. They’ll believe that Sky’s correct: that the sword in the pedestal is indeed a Sword Spirit, but they don’t agree that it’s the hero that they’re looking for.

At least, not until the spirit bursts from his sword in a flash of white light, floating in the air as Fi had done so long ago. The eight heroes stand, eyes wide, before the glowing metallic figure. Sky could cry in at the joy he feels as the spirit utters his first words to them:

“Hello, Masters.”

. . .

• Sky inherently trusts everything that Wars says because he trusted Fi. Fi didn’t lie, she was always helpful, and she told him exactly what he needed to hear every single time, even if he didn’t like it. She was calculating and intelligent and Sky (well… Link) could not have survived on the Surface without her. He trusted her with his life. Sky has no reason to think that Wars would ever lie to him, either. Especially in the early days, when he’s more robotic and less human. And so, he trusts Wars to always be honest.

• This will totally definitely 100% not be a problem guys, I promise. Wars would never lie to Sky about something dangerous. And it totally would never result in Sky getting hurt. And it’s definitely not why Wars looks so upset in the sketches I did yesterday. You can trust me. I promise.

• Sky and Wars talk a lot about Fi. Wars is curious about her, since he’s met her before in his own era and doesn’t know what happened to her. So Sky would explain that she went to sleep after his first adventure, and Wars would stare at him blankly.

“Sword Spirits do not necessitate sleep, Master.”

“I-” Sky would look away, something terribly vulnerable in his eyes. His voice would be sad and quiet as he continued: “I know.”

• I know I’ve talked about this before, but Sky is the most knowledgeable about Wars. He understands. And so his interactions with Wars are a lot easier for the Sword Spirit than with the others. The others don’t like being called “Master.” They don’t like the matter-of-fact way he talks, how he calculates every sentence before speaking it, how he uses percentages and simulations to back up his arguments. (How he always wins arguments). And Sky doesn’t necessarily like these things either, but he’s always patient. Always gentle. He allows Wars to call him “Master” because he understands how much Wars needs it. When Wars goes off on tangents and describes every bit of data he can think of, Sky sits and listens and they talk and it’s just so easy. Sky is probably Wars’ favorite, just for that.

• The REASON that Sky is so supportive of Wars goes back to the one thing that drives him through literally everything in his life: guilt. He said goodbye to Fi much too soon. She was just starting to open up, to feel and express her emotions, when their time ran out. He never got to know the person she’d end up to be, and he’s not making that same mistake again with Warriors.

I think I’ve talked about this before? How when Sword Spirits are young, they talk robotically and don’t express themselves, but as they mature and are around more people, they kind of adopt their traits and become a more well rounded person? Fi, for example was only around for what? A few months? Ghirahim had thousands of years to develop. That’s the difference between “According to your social customs, I should provide you with my personal designation. Fi is the name I was given,” and “You may call me Ghirahim. In truth, I very much prefer to be indulged with my full title: Lord Ghirahim. But I'm not fussy."

Sky wants to see Wars grow in the way that he never got to see Fi. He wants to know Wars. Not just as a spirit, but as a friend.

#I answered questions #fanart #my art #chain as cryptids au #cac art #cryptid lore #sword spirit #sapphire rambles way too long #sorry for the lore dump #cryptid sky #cryptid warriors #the legend of zelda #links meet au

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rainybyday · 2 years

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Wayne Spirit Au (now)

IDEA

So, if the Infinite Realms is basically a connection for many many many dimensions do you think Danny would go to the dc dimension after realizing what this means

Like imagine dc is also a fandom in the ‘Danny Phantom’ universe that Danny is a big fan of. He would never think that such a world exists but the idea of it is so cool, and he wish he can go to a world such as that.

But that was before he kind-of-sort-of-possibly-died-and-is-now-currently-half-dead-and-would-you-look-at-that-he-became-ghost-king-what-a-small-world-we-live-in

well, it’s about to get smaller

Now when he finds out that the Infinite Realms is a connection to other realms, he doesn’t think much of it because he thinks it’s like worlds that have a boy Sam or Mr. Lance as president kind of thing. He doesn’t think much of it until he realizes the extent of what “dimensions” means

Finding out that one of your childhood heroes are real in a different world literally blew his mind

So, imagine this young teenage Ghost King DC nerd willingly going to the dc universe to geek out and possible spook his heroes for the heck of it

Oh! IDEA!!!!!

What if he goes to the dc!universe back and forth where to him it would be like a day and it would be weeks or even years in the dc!universe so he would be young even if years pass by. The heroes are being haunted by this weird ghost kids for years!

GASP

WAIT

What if the Bats were his favorite heroes?

Like imagine an excited Danny going to Gotham expecting to see Batman but came during the time when Bruce was still a child and was disappointed, like, he wanted to see big bad batman not a child >:0

But every time he comes back, he would just like watch over Bruce thinking like how this kid couldn’t possibly be Batman while also getting attached to the child Bruce. Durning the night he would tuck him in tighter, hum a tone when their alone or blowing cold air his way when its summertime. The little things.

Bruce thinks it’s his imaginary friend or like the spirit of Gotham

(shot i made another idea in an idea but i’ll come back to that later)

Danny comes back one day to find out it’s been days since the murder of the Wayne’s, and he’s excited to see how the Batman comes to life only to see a devastated crying and depressed Bruce.

that’s when he realized he was waiting for a murder in order to have a child-like enjoyment of seeing one of his childhood heroes for the price of a child to lose their parents

he made a mistake

he wants to fix it but Clockwork refused point blank that he can’t change the past, however, he won’t stop him from taking any action after as whatever he does will affect this universes even more,

After that Danny made it his mission to bring Bruce comfort and protect him from any types of threats from greedy rich higher ups to thieves coming to steal from the Wayne Mannor. He comes back and forth to his world and this world to look after Bruce and learns how the character in his comic book pages became a person he cares for.

He watches him leave to train

He watches him come back

He watches him become Batman

He watches him become a father

(From there I don’t know if Danny would change major things like Jason’s death or even Bruce’s journey through time, but I’ll like to think he does something when it comes to find Damian or even bring in Tim earlier rather than letting him go through that rollercoaster ride he had called a ‘personal life’)

(And yes through this all Danny is still a teenager but he can be around 17-19ish by the time Damian’s 14 or so)

Danny became something of a Wayne protector and Bruce knows that something/someone is keeping him safe as both Bruce and Batman and just let it be. This spirit or thing was there since his childhood so he has a certain attachment to whatever good will this spirit was providing him and pass down the knowledge to Dick and then his children when he notices that the spirit was protecting or helping his children as well

Like:

“B, I didn’t know you have a great singing voice!”

Bruce paused from his newspaper and looked up. “What do you mean?”

Dick pop a piece of bacon in his mouth before talking again, food flying everywhere. “You were humming me to sleep before your patrol!”

“Mouth close Master Dick,” Alfried wiped the counter. He looked at Bruce with a raised eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware Master Bruce had to time to see the young master to bed.”

Bruce took only a second to understand. “Ah. No that wasn’t me. It seems our littler friend likes you chum.”

“Friend?”

“There are many things you must learn when living in the Wayne Manor Master Dick. Learning to find a little help now and again without one of us at present is also one of the number of things you will expecting while at your stay.”

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tashacee · 6 months

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It’s safe to say that everyone in the chain has ptsd or trauma of some sort right? I’m thinking about hero’s aspect!Wild having a nightmare and screaming and talking and begging in his sleep and he can’t wake, and the chain has no idea what he’s even experiencing because they can’t understand him

-🪱

OH BOY I know i kind of touched on this in the original Fic, but hell, Worm Anon, you gave me Brain Worms.

Aspects of A Nightmare

He'd been with them for two weeks. Long enough that the chain was starting to feel like they were getting to know him - or at least getting used to him - but not really long enough that they could communicate with Wild in any sort of meaningful way.

It grated. Warriors was a leader of men, 'The Captain', always in control, who prided himself on being able to relate to those he served with. Sure, he wasn't in the army now and his brothers were anything but soldiers, but still. The point was, he liked to know the people he was fighting with, and despite his best efforts he just didn't know Wild.

It was easy to ignore most of the time. Ah, yes, that was Wild. He likes to cook, fights like a maniac, and will straight up pick you up if you're being annoying.

Sometimes, though, their lack of communication was all too obvious.

Like tonight. Wars was on second watch when he heard it. Wild, but not his customary rumble or the soft purrs he made in his sleep. A whine, long and low and distressed. Like a call for help.

Wars dashed over to him, wondering if somehow a monster had invaded the camp while he was turned the other way, but no.

As usual, Wild was sleeping with Wind cuddled up beside him. While their newest brother's blanket was thin and ratty, barely big enough to cover his massive form, Wind's was vast, more than big enough for the both of them.

Wild had somehow gotten himself tangled up in the blanket as he slept. Wars could see him trying to lift his arms, move his legs, but to no avail. He whined in his sleep, the sound pitiful and terrified.

Warriors didn't know what he was dreaming of. Nothing good, that was for sure, especially if it had to do with his current trapped position.

Wild tried to thrash again, and still stuck, he whined.

Wars bent down. Normally waking up a hero was something best done from a distance. They could be a violent lot, especially when woken from nightmares, but. Well.

It wasn't like Wild could move enough to do anything.

Wars gently touched his shoulder and shook him awake. Wild's eyes flew open in a flash, and as expected he bared his teeth, snarling. Not particularly intimidating, though, given that he was currently a giant cat-burrito.

"Hey." Warriors whispered, glancing over at where Wind was somehow still asleep. "You were having a nightmare."

Wild blinked, coming back to himself, and then looked down at the sheets. As if reassuring himself that it was just a blanket. That his nightmare wasn't real.

He whimpered, a low grumbling noise almost as if he was attempting speech. Then he sniffed and began to wiggle out of the blankets. Wars helped him untangle himself, and then guided his massive brother over to the fire.

"It's okay." he said, not knowing if it was true or not. He didn't know what Wild had been dreaming about, after all. It was hard to comfort someone when you didn't know what you were comforting them about. "It- it's over now."

Wild fixed his gaze on him, his lower lip trembling. He made a few more of those almost-word-mostly-grumbles before his face just. Crumpled. Here he was, this massive, musclebound lion man, dissolving into tears.

And Warriors? Warriors froze. He wasn't proud of it, and it was only for a second, but he froze.

Wild was big. He was strong. When Wars shot him through the shoulder the other day he barely flinched. But whatever that nightmare must have been about, it must have been truly, unrelentingly terrible. Warriors could scarcely imagine what could be so horrible that it made someone as big and strong as Wild sob.

Then his body kicked into action. Like waking them up, giving heroes unexpected hugs could go very badly, but Warriors was on autopilot. He gathered Wild into his arms (well, as best he could, with the height difference) and pulled him into a hug, stroking his hair and rubbing the fur on his back.

Wild sobbed into his chest, twisting his hands into his tunic. He may have tried to communicate again, but honestly, Warriors found it hard to distinguish from the sobs and he sort of hated himself for that. He wanted to talk to Wild. He needed to know what had hurt him so very badly, what had taken his arm and left him scarred and sobbing in a strange place in a strange time. He need to know so that he could go and fight it, make it pay for hurting his brother.

But he couldn't do that. So he did the next best thing. He held his brother as he cried, and helped him dry his tears when he finally calmed down. He made him a cup of tea and sat with him until his hands stopped shaking enough that he was ready to go back to bed.

Warriors knew next to nothing about Wild.

But by Hylia, he would do anything to learn.

#it me #replies #hero’s aspect au #hero's aspect #my writing #i probably should have saved this for the hiatus #but whatever #wild was dreaming that he was put back in the Shrine #and forgot everything again #ah #shrine trauma #you are an excellent stick with which to beat the blorbo #kinda whumpy #hurt/comfort

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gunilslaugh · 8 months

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Hi how are you? ^^ Can I request something more angsty? How would Xdinary Heroes react to saying something hurtful to you during a heated argument? And how would they try to apologize?

Hello, I'm doing good thank you! I hope you're doing well too.

All members ≥ •_• ≤

Summary: When Xdinary Heroes say something hurtful to you during an argument.

WC:~1.9k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

By now with all the shouting back and forth at one another you don’t even remember what was the cause of this heated argument you were having with Gunil. Maybe the both of you were just stressed and unfairly taking it out on each other.

“What’s the point of us even being together!” Gunil yelled very frustrated. Your face dropped and heart sank upon hearing those words. It felt like the world went quiet. A scott left your mouth and tears pricked your eyes.

“I don’t know. What is the point?” You spoke bitterly. You turned away from Gunil ready to walk away. You needed space, time to think. The sight of you beginning to walk away filled Gunil with immense fear. He couldn’t lose you. That would be the worst thing that could possibly happen to him. Gunil quickly catches up to you, trapping your hand gently, but firmly in his.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t thinking. I need you so much, please don’t leave me. You can be mad at me all you want, you're entitled to that, but don’t leave me please. I love you, I'm so sorry. Let’s not fight anymore,” Gunil sounds desperate. You know he’s telling the truth. You didn’t really mean the things you said either.

“I’m not leaving you Gunil,” you turned to face him. “I do need some space though. I’m gonna go to my friend's place for a bit. Let’s sort it out when I get back,” you tell him, placing your free hand over his that was holding your other one.

Gunil was a nervous wreck the whole time you were gone. Once you came back the two of you did talk it out, without fighting and ended it with a loving hug.

Jungsu

Honestly you didn’t think that it would be possible to be in this heated of an argument with Jungsu, but here you were. Both of you grew more irritated as the fight progressed.

“Can’t you just try to see things from my point of view? Why must you always be so stubborn and self-centered?” He shouts at you. You went silent. Is that how he really viewed you? Did he actually think you were that type of person? You couldn’t even think of a response. His words made you feel nauseous. Jungsu seemed to come to his senses by seeing you in your current state. He felt awful. He had to fix this. He shouldn’t have yelled at you. “Y/n, I didn’t mean it. Those things aren’t true. Don’t listen to what I just said,” Jungsu tells you approaching where you stood. He reached out for you, but you pulled away. “Y/n please! I’m so sorry,” He tried reaching for you again only for you to take a step back.

“Why’d you say it if it wasn’t true? A part of you must feel that way at least,” you were finally able to speak again.

“No, no, y/n I was just frustrated and took it out on you. I know that hurt you. I regret saying it. I shouldn’t have said it,” he tells you. Tears glossed over his eyes. Jungsu knows that messed up tremendously. Once more he tries to reach out to you and this time you let him. He very carefully brings you into a hug.

“I’m so so so sorry,” Jungsu sincerely apologizes, you can feel his tears wetting the top of your head. You slowly wrapped your arms around him.

“Let’s not fight anymore,” you tell him and you don’t.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok was feeling a bit insecure about how close you and a guy friend that you have were. He knew that you would never cheat, but he didn’t like how touchy your guy friend was being with you or how he would even blatantly flirt with you.

“Jiseok, he's just a friend. He acts like that with everyone. He would flirt with you too if you weren’t giving him the cold shoulder everytime you two are in the same room,” you defended.

“Even if he’s flirty, how can you just let him flirt with you when you're with me? It’s disrespectful to our relationship. It’s like you don’t care about me,” Jiseok coldly declared. How could he even say that? Of course you cared about him. He was one of the people you cared about most in fact.

“You know what, I'm tired of this. Come talk to me when you’re done being ridiculous,” you harshly told him. Then you walked away to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Jiseok was left alone with nothing but his thoughts. Had he gone too far? He let his insecurity get the better of him. Still he thought it was best to give you some time. He should sort out his own thoughts, so that you can maturely talk to you without causing another argument. It took him about twenty minutes before collected himself and worked up the courage to knock on the bedroom door.

“I’m done being ridiculous. Can I please come in?” He delicately asks from the other side of the door. You got up from where you were sitting on the bed and opened the door. It was the biggest relief for Jiseok. He immediately latches himself onto you. “Y/n I’m extremely sorry. You're right I was being ridiculous, but it’s because I love you so much. Honestly I feel so insecure whenever you’re with him because you look so happy and I’m scared you might leave me for him,” Jiseok reveals.

“Jiseok, I wouldn’t do that,” you reassure him, hugging him back.

O.de/Seungmin

You and Seungmin were usually really good at communicating with one another, so you don’t know how you ended up yelling harshly at each other instead. Words were just flying out of your mouths without putting any thought into them.

“You’re so annoying and clingy. Do you really need reassurance everyday to know that I love you?” Seungmin sighs aggravated. They weren’t the worst words he could’ve said to you, yet they still stabbed you in your heart.

“Fine if you think I’m so clingy then I’ll leave you alone,” you spit bitterly. Beginning to make your way to the front door. Seungmin realized how much he screwed up. He doesn’t want you to leave. That would be a nightmare for him.

“Y/n no don’t leave. I was wrong and just spewing nonsense. You’re not annoying or clingy. I love having you by my side. Don’t go please,” he begged you, rushing after you.

“Seungmin, maybe we need some time apart. I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore,” you said. Inside you know that he didn’t mean the words that he spilled, but you need some time to recover from hearing them.

“You can have time if you need it. That’s understandable, but promise you won’t leave me, that you’ll come back. I can’t lose you y/n especially over a stupid fight, saying words I didn’t mean,” Sungmin pleads.

“I’ll be back Seungmin,” you promised him. You don’t want to lose him either, you love him, but you two aren’t communicating well right now. Both of you need a break.

You left for a while and returned later after having time to gather yourself. Being ready to talk and listen, not argue. When you returned Seungmin bombarded you with apologies. After the two of you talked and communicated like you usually do.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeongjun was not one to argue, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t. That was being proven right now as the both of you stood in the living room exchanging insults. What started the flight was not even being talked (yelled) about right now. Rather it turned into you each shouting hurtful words at each other.

“I really hate you right now!” He exclaimed. He won the hurtful words battle. Those words broke you. Tears quickly gathered and spilled from your eyes.

“You do?” You choked out. The realization of what he just said hit him like a punch in the face. He quickly goes over to you, encasing you in his arms. You tried to push him away, but you were too upset to find the strength.

“No. Oh my gosh no. I’m so sorry. I’m a horrible person. I don’t hate you I promise. I love you. I love you so much. You're the person I treasure the most, please don’t believe what I idoltically said,” he pleads desperately. He is now also crying. Unable to believe what he said. He holds you impossibly closer, scared that you’ll leave him. “Don’t break up with me over this please. I can’t lose you. I’ll make it up to you ok?” The two of you stay crying in each other's arms. After a while you pull away and sit on the couch. Hyeongjun was holding your hand, still afraid that you might leave him.

“I’m sorry too Hyeongjun. I also said awful words to you. Let’s not keep fighting. It’s not good for either of us,” you apologized. Hyeongjun instantly agreed. The two of you then peacefully resolved the conflict that you were having. It took you a few days to recover, but your love was strong enough to overcome the horrible fight.

Jooyeon

Usually your fights with Jooyeon were trivial. They weren’t deep, mostly just lighthearted bickering. That was until this fight. This fight was heated and malicious. Insults were being shouted left and right with no mercy.

“Oh you’re just never in the wrong huh? You’re always right about everything? Can you never admit that you messed up? If you search the word stubborn I bet a picture of you pops up,” Jooyeon says, his voice laced with venom. It hurt like a punch to the gut. You admit you can be stubborn sometimes, but the way Jooyeon spit it out so coldly and the fact that it was him who said it made it feel even grim.

“As if you’re any better?” You retorted, scoffing. You rolled your eyes and began to walk away. You went to the bedroom to have some space away from him. Jooyeon wanted to follow you the moment you walked away, but then he thought that it might be better to cool down for a while. Jooyeon replayed your fight in his mind. He realized that he was being a bit childish. After a while he went to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

“Y/n I’m sorry. It was a very stupid thing to say. Can you please come out, so we can talk it out maturely, without fighting,” he asks. You took a breath and went to open the door. With your time alone you also realized you weren’t being mature during the fight either.

“I’m sorry too. We both were being childish,” you apologized.

“I crossed the line though. I hurt you,” he says remorsefully. He reaches for your hands, you lace yours together with his. “ You’re not that stubborn I’m sorry for saying that,” he apologizes.

“I’m sorry for what I said too,” you apologized back.

“Apology hug?” he suggested.

“Apology hug,” you held each other.

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emblemxeno · 1 year

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Alm and Celica’s argument at the end of Act 2 in Echoes is honestly fascinating when you think about it more cuz yeah it’s easy reading it on the surface level as a lover’s spat (hell I think even Kusakihara described it as “girl gets mad and boy has no idea why girl is upset, just like real life” which bleh) but it grants very good setup. These certain lines from each of them stick out to me most:

Alm: Nrgh… If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I was speaking to a blue blood. My station doesn’t matter, Celica. I’m here because I was called. I have a duty to perform, and I’ll perform it. No more, and no less. [...] Do you think I WANTED this fight? This all started because Lima IV went and angered the empire. If you wish to point fingers, point them at the ruler who failed his people. It’s his fault we’re in this mess.

Celica: That’s not… Well, so what if it is? Maybe you should go become king if it’s such a damnably easy job! [...] You’re awfully free with accusations for a boy with no idea what royalty entails! And now that you’re a “hero,” I imagine the throne is next on the list, is that it?

Celica directly critcizes what Alm is currently lacking as a leader, and Alm unwittingly hits one of Celica’s major insecurities.

Alm is established as having strong ideals and unwavering views during Act 1, but his awareness of the world is incredibly shallow, not made better by how he’s so sure of how the world should be that he’s unprepared for what it actually requires of him and what it means to be a person of influence, be it an army’s commander or someone of high birth, hence why Celica brings up exactly how he’s ignorant to the kinds of burdens that royalty have to endure. That’s why his parts of Act 3 and 4 have him dealing with exactly that: it starts with his Brand being revealed to Berkut, next he gets the Royal Sword that’s supposed to be royalty only, the conversation with Clive about rescuing Delthea, him finding out Celica is a princess, dealing with killing his own father and cousin, etc. And despite it all, what he has to due is think beyond himself and for the world. He can’t focus on his sadness of losing his family right now, as the heir to Rigel’s throne his responsibility is to make sure the safety of Valentia’s people is secured. That’s the burden of royalty that he was lacking, what Celica has had since she was a kid and what she criticized him for, and the piece of the puzzle he was missing.

Celica meanwhile is established as being incredibly aware of the people around her during Act 2. She takes out pirates even thought it’s not in her mission description because she knows the people are suffering because of them, for example. However, she’s distant. She’s closed off. She knows what’s required of her as a princess, but it can seem like she’s being cold instead of responsible. And despite this, she’s still under the impression that she’s not doing enough, hence why she gets as upset as she does when Alm calls Lima a terrible king, because even though she didn’t like him whatsoever, Celica herself sees herself as a terrible princess. In response, during Act 3 and 4, this insecurity of hers gets put into overdrive. She’s helping people yes, but being Mila’s priestess and the newly revealed missing Princess of Zofia starts having her taking her burdens to extremes. She’s convinced that she has to do everything herself, and that Mila is the only way to fix things. This extreme is taken to the point where she’s too self sacrificing and closed off to the pleas of her friends and the situation right in front of her, that everyone involved gets hurt. Her piece of the puzzle that she’s missing, is the day to day perspective, and understanding that the strength of her friends can buoy her; Alm being raised as a village kid means he was set up to have this way of living woven into his character.

In short: Alm sees what’s in front of him, but needs to learn to see the bigger picture because he’s unprepared for what kind of pain being a leader brings. Celica is very aware of the bigger picture, but needs to learn to lean on her friends or else she’ll end up hurting more than just herself in trying to do things alone.

They each have what the other lacks, but are just unable to reconcile early on because they were separated for so long, hence the argument. But y’know. Hardship builds character and all that. And sometimes hardship means unknowingly killing your cousin and dad, or getting turned into a souless monster and stabbed with a sword.

#fire emblem #fire emblem echoes #fire emblem shadows of valentia #fire emblem echoes shadows of valentia #alm fire emblem #celica fire emblem #what's great is that iirc Ascended Celica's forging bonds focused on exactly this dichotomy #with how Askr just fights the problem in front of them with seemingly little regard for the big picture #now i only hope that the (hopefully) inevitable Ascended Alm's forging bonds will complement this

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endofthelinexx · 1 year

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Roses and Flame | 9

Pairing: Female!Driver!Horner!Reader x Toto Wolff, Female!Driver!Horner!Reader x Checo Perez

TW: cheating, language

Rating: Mature, 18+

AN: I’m just going to go ahead and warn you right now, Collins is very much being an anti-hero in this chapter. I let my intrusive thoughts win, I’m not sorry though. This took a hot minute to finish since my life has decided to be literally the most hectic so I am sorry for that. If something in a different language is wrong its cause i used google translate. comment to be added to the taglist!

Word count: 5.0k

Mini Summary: Collins Horner is the eldest of Christian and Geri’s children. She has been raised to be the fastest female racer Motorsport has ever seen and to despise Mercedes while doing it. But what happens when her world turns upside down?

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it, and claiming it as your own.

You did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you finally knocked on the door, waiting quietly. After a few moments it opened and you looked up to make eye contact with the tall man, who smiled back at you, causing you to grin.

“Hello, come on in,” he moved out of your way and you walked in. “You look really good.”

You smiled more and turned around to face him, “thanks, so do you. It smells great too, what are you cooking?”

“Don’t laugh, I’m not that great of a cook so I’m making spaghetti, but I am also making lamb chops. I never seem to mess those up so it seemed like a good idea,” he laughed lightly.

You nodded, “I’m not a good cook either so hopefully that’s not on your checklist.”

“We could always learn together.”

“Yeah, we could,” you smiled, both of you just looking at each other for a moment.

Toto opened the fridge to pull out a bottle of wine, “do you want some?”

“I’d love some.”You smiled, sitting on the bar stool that was at the island as you watched him pour you a glass and set it down in front of you.

“So, you happy that you finally got a break even though it's only a week?” He asked as he went back to focusing on the food he was cooking.

You thought about the last few days, “it’s been a little chaotic, so I’m not sure how much of a break this will be.”

“Oh? What has been so chaotic?”

Sighing, you responded, “it’s a long story I can’t share yet.”

“Hmm, not even a little bit?” He turned to look at you.

You shook your head, “nope.”

“Well, I think you should.”

“No,” you played all tough but the butterflies in your stomach said otherwise.

He nodded, “okay, but I bet you tell me at some point.”“Maybe,” you shrugged.

As you watched him you thought there was absolutely no way in hell you’d tell the man you were currently on a date with that a different man was most definitely in your bed right now. Of course, you weren’t truly dating Toto yet, for now, and nothing was going on with Checo so it wasn’t that bad, but you knew it wouldn’t be interpreted that way.

You were deep in thought when he spoke up, “dinner is almost ready if you want to get plates, they're in that cabinet.” He smiled and pointed. Snapping back to reality you returned his smile, getting up to get plates. You walked over and handed them to him, “thank you.”

“Of course, where are the forks? I can put them on the table.”

He fixed the plates, stopping briefly to point at a drawer, “right in there.”

You nodded, walking to grab 2 forks and 2 knives. Staring at them for a second, you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. This wasn’t ideal, having to hide from everyone, but if you weren’t you wouldn’t be having a date this personal. You hated first dates, the anxiety of being out in public was bad enough, paired with the pressure of having to get to know someone was just so stressful. But being here right now was almost perfect, it felt like you had known him personally for years. You sat the utensils on the table when he came up behind you with the plates, setting them down. Smiling a little more you stood up straight, pressing your back up to his chest. You felt him stiffen up a little bit before relaxing again, you turned to face him, looking up.

“Thanks for dinner.” You spoke softly while he looked back down at you.

He laughed a little, “well you shouldn’t thank me until we’re for sure it actually tastes good.”

“Well that's too bad because I am,” you huffed, he had that stupid smirk on his face for a second before walking over to his seat. You sat down as well, taking a quick sip of your wine as he went to take a bite of his food, “Is it good?”

He nodded, “yeah, thank god.”

You laughed, taking a bite, “I knew it would be.”

The two of you chatted through the whole dinner, laughing and teasing each other, it was amazing. When dinner was finished you grabbed his plate before he could get up, going to wash them in the sink. You could feel his eyes on you as you turned the water on, his chair moving as he stood up. He walked towards you and before you knew it his hands were on either side of you, trapping you in between him and the counter. You almost dropped the plate that you were cleaning when he moved one of his hands to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning down so his mouth was level.“So are we doing this for real?” He whispered and the hair on the back of your neck stood up as you carefully put the plate down.

You were frozen in place for a moment before finally turning around, “if you want to deal with my father's wrath at some point in time.”

“Oh boy, I’d love to,” he smirked a little.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Then yes,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and setting you on the countertop. You gave him a little kiss and he grumbled, pulling you in for a real one and you immediately kissed him back. This kiss felt more real than the last ones, they were more desperate, like the two of you were trying to get as much as you could before it was gone. Now it felt more secure, probably because it was. The two of you spent the next hour kissing like teenagers before you finally pulled away.

“I’d love to do this for the rest of the week, but I should probably go,” you laughed as he moved to kiss your neck.

“How about you don’t go,” he whispered in between kisses, you couldn’t help but tilt your head back to give him more space.

He grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him, you smiled a little, “I really need to Toto.”

“Nope, not happening.”

You opened your mouth to protest when you felt a nip at the nape of your neck, causing you to let out a quiet moan, you could feel his smirk against your skin. He pulled at the satin shirt you wore, untucking it from your jeans before quickly working at the buttons, his forehead resting on your shoulder.

You combed your fingers through his hair, smiling, “Toto.”

He stopped and sat up to look at you, “yes schatzi?”

“I’ve got to go, I know they got pictures of me walking in the building, I can’t let it get suspicious, I’ve been here almost 5 hours.” You gave him a half smile.

He huffed, “that's not fair, for you to wear this top and just leave.”

“Well I need to,” you slid off the countertop and tucked your shirt back in before buttoning it back up.

He was almost in shock, “there’s no way you're about to leave.”

“I am and if you were thinking with your head that's up there,” you pointed at his face, “rather than the one that's down there, you would know that I’m making the smart choice.” You reached out for his face, pulling him into one last kiss, “I had fun.” He nodded in agreement and you turned to leave, grabbing your car keys and opening the door, and walking out. About 30 minutes later you walked into Lewis’ house, Audrey was sitting on the couch with Lewis and Checo who all looked over at you when you walked in.

“Jesus guys, have you been waiting for me?” you looked at them questioningly while setting your stuff down on the counter.

Audrey smiled, “kinda, we were watching a movie.”

“What movie?” You looked over at the tv.

Checo spoke up, “it's about like a fashion magazine and this woman is a bitch to this other girl.”

“Audrey you are not making them watch Devil wears Prada.”

“What?! They hadn’t seen it,” she defended herself as you squeezed in between her and Checo.

Lewis looked at you, “so how was the night?”

“Good,” you smiled and Audrey grinned.

“So do I get to know who you went out with?” Checo looked at the three of you.

You quickly shook your head, “absolutely not, and don’t tell people I went on a date at all.”

“Hmm, why should I?”

You crossed your arms, “I’ll call Carola.”

“Okay, fine, mouth shut,” he forced a smile and Audrey laughed.

You finished the movie with them, heading downstairs followed by Audrey and checo, you looked over at her, “let me change and I’ll come in and talk to you.”

“Okay,” she spoke before walking back into her room while checo followed you into yours. When you walked in you set your phone down on the dresser, looking in the mirror while you took off your jewelry. Checo walked over to the bed, sat down, and looked over at you. You looked at him through the mirror, “Yes?”

“Oh nothing,” he looked away, leaning forward to grab his duffle bag off the floor, looking for a shirt to sleep in.

You sighed and looked back at yourself in the mirror, checo pulled out a shirt and threw his duffle bag on the floor, standing up. You leaned down to open a drawer to grab a sleep shirt of your own and when you stood back up you saw him taking off his shirt, you whipped around while he pulled it over his head, “Sergio, you can't wait 5 seconds or go and change in the bathroom?”

He looked over at you, “why are you being dramatic, it's just a shirt.” You huffed and looked at him for a second, “for someone who is so bothered, you seem to enjoy looking.”

“I’m not bothered and I’m not looking.” You felt your face warm up and you immediately blamed the wine.

“Mhmm, so should I put the shirt I was going to sleep in on, or would you rather me not?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m going to go to Audreys room,” you grabbed your nightshirt and walked across the hall and into her room, shutting the door behind you. “Audrey what the fuck.”

She looked up from her bed, “what?”

“Was anyone going to tell me he was lowkey ripped?” You sighed and sat on her bed.

“Omg stop, he is?” She laughed a little.

You put your face in your hands, “yeah he is.”

“I just spent an hour and a half making out with another guy and I come back here and I’m about to sleep with a different one.”

“Well you’re not sleeping with him, you’re just sharing a bed.” You looked up at her with an unimpressed look on your face and she shrugged, “well unless you were planning on it.”

“I’m definitely not going to.”

“I heard he’s good though,” she pointed out.

“Are you for real?” you shook your head.

“Yeah, that's what I heard.”

“Audrey, what is your problem?” You started laughing and she laughed with you.

“Well you literally just came in here and I could’ve sworn you were kinda turned on.”

You shook your head, “I was not.”

“I heard it in your voice.”

“Oh no, you don’t think he noticed did you?”

She shrugged, “well what did he say?”

“He asked if he should leave his shirt off..”

“Oh girl, your fucked.”

“Stop, no I’m not, he has a wife, nothing is going to happen.”

“Well, Tayla said she’s been cheating on him.”

You got up and went to change into your pajamas, “how would she know.”

“Kelly, they’re good friends which I know is so shocking,” she spoke with the most sarcastic tone of voice.

“That just makes me feel bad for him,” you said as you take your jeans off, looking around for your shorts, “please tell me I brought shorts with me.”

“Looks like someone is about to get a show,” she had an evil look on her face.

“Audrey, I need to borrow shorts.”

“Nope, you need to live with the consequences of your own actions, now go, we can talk about Toto tomorrow.”

“Please, Audrey.” You practically begged and she shook her head, sighing you grabbed your clothes and sent her a glare, heading back out of her room. You stared at the door to your room, dreading what waited for you on the other side. Taking a deep breath you opened it and walked in, he was in bed reading a book. The room was dark except for the lamp that he had left on, he didn’t look up until he heard you shut the door behind you. You tried to ignore him, as you threw your dirty clothes in your suitcase.

Walking over to the dresser, you looked at him over your shoulder and he was practically staring you down, “this a joke right?”

“I forgot my pj shorts in here, okay?” You defended yourself as you desperately dug through the dresser drawers.

He watched you as you got more desperate, “or you forgot them entirely.”

You stood up straight and turned around, “look, I wasn’t planning on a man staying here, I was planning on sleeping in here alone.”

He let you finish talking, watching you get all flustered, “ahh senora, come here.” He put his book down and sat up, motioning for you to walk over, reluctantly you did as you were told. He got out of bed, taking his blue plaid pj pants off.

“What are you doing?” You immediately looked away, looking at his face instead of down.

He handed them to you, “letting you borrow my pajama pants so you’ll calm down even though it’s really cute.”

You looked at him for a second before putting them on, the waistband was a little loose on you, and they were definitely baggy. Looking back up at him, you whispered, “thank you.”

He looked back at you, “you’re lucky I have some self-control.”

“The look in your eyes tells a different story.” You mumbled, you were never going to drink wine again.

“I’m sure it does, but I’m not doing anything about it, am I?”

“No, you’re definitely not,” you looked away and went to walk to the other side of the bed, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Why’d you say it like that?”

“Say it like what?” You turned around to look at him as he stared back at you. He didn’t say anything, just observed you for a moment and you pulled your arm away, “I’m going to lay down.”

You moved to your side of the bed before crawling in, pulling the covers over you as he moved to lay beside you. You furrowed your brow briefly and turned over on your side away from him, you began to let your eyes flutter close, ignoring the immense sexual tension. Once you finally began to relax you felt his hand on your waist, and it wasn’t over the shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat when his cold hand came in contact with your warm skin, you immediately turned to lay on your back so you could look at him.

“Checo,” you mumbled, looking at him with your eyes wide.

He looked away from his hand that was now resting on your stomach, “I’m not doing anything, not unless you ask me to.”

“Good thing I’m not asking,” you huffed and the both of you just stared at each other, waiting.

You sat for a few more seconds and moved to turn around when he wrapped his arm around you tightly, pulling you close to him. God, he did smell good, you didn’t know what it was but you wanted to suffocate in it. You turned around in his grasp to face him, resting your forehead on his chest and letting out a sigh.

You just let him hold you, feeling him mess with the hem of his pajama pants that you wore, “you’re not getting those back, just letting you know.”

He laughed quietly, “that’s fine.”

“I’m sorry, you know, about your wife,” you looked up at him.

Checo looked back at you, “I’m probably half to blame, I’m barely ever home, but I try my best.”

“You definitely can’t blame yourself, so stop with that,” you grumbled and rested your head back on his chest. The sexual tension still lingered even though you had tried to change the topic, it was quiet again.

In the silence, you wondered if your dad would be more unhappy that you had gone out with Toto earlier that day or that you were currently laying in Checo’s arms. Your thoughts were interrupted by his voice mumbling your name, you looked up, and before you could think his lips were on yours. Jeez, you were 2 for 2 today, Monaco treated you well. After a few minutes of passionately kissing, you pulled away, trying to catch your breath as you sat up, your heavy breathing slowly transforming into laughter.

Checo sat up as well when you started laughing, he looked concerned, “what, did I do something?”

“what the fuck is going on,” you were almost in disbelief, and he just stared at you.

“We can talk about that later, don’t you think?”

You kept laughing, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him back in for another kiss, him practically on top of you as you laid back down. You let your hand trail down to the hem of his shirt, you could feel his muscles tense through the fabric before you pulled it up. He pulled away and sat back, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head while you watched, he had a smirk on his face.

“Still not looking?” His accent was stronger than normal and you were so turned on, it wasn’t even questionable.

“Would you shut up,” you looked away and he got back on top of you, leaning down to kiss your neck. Right as you felt a moan escape your lips you heard the door open, you immediately tensed up and shut your mouth. You went to sit up, but Checo held you down as he looked over his shoulder.

“Holy shit, Audrey I thought you were joking,” you heard a dutch accent, max.

Checo opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, sitting up, “Get the fuck out, now.” Audrey’s eyes widened and grabbed the door, shutting it and you fell back down, looking up at him.

“Dios, te deseo tanto (god, i want you so bad),” he exhaled before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, drawing a whine of protest from your lips, but soon was replaced with a moan as he moved to kiss your neck. You felt his hand dip under your shirt and the moment his hand grasped your breast your phone began to ring.

You planned on ignoring it, but Checo looked over and read the caller ID, “It’s your mother.”

You pushed him off immediately, grabbing your phone, you took a deep breath before answering the phone, “Hi mom.” You gave her a smile as checo laid next to you, he scooted over when he realized he was obviously close.

“Hey sweetie, how was your night out?” She looked at you with a questioning glance.

“It was great, we had a lot of fun,” you nodded and she smiled.

“Good to hear, what are you doing now?”

You resisted the urge to look at Checo, “just scrolling through Instagram before going to bed.”

“That makes sense, Checo still staying there?”

You nodded, “yeah, I think he’s upstairs with Lewis right now though.”

“Ah, okay. Well, I’ll let you go, keep me updated with the drama.”

“I will. Love you, bye.” You smiled and hung up, looking over at him. He was already staring at you, you held your phone in your hand, feeling it buzz.

You looked down to see Toto’s name pop up, immediately clearing the notification before checo could see it, “we should probably sleep.”

“Probably,” he mumbled, scooting back to be close to you.

You pulled the covers back up, cuddling up to him as he pressed kisses to your forehead. “You’re going home tomorrow,” you whispered, looking up at him.

“Probably smart,” he hummed and kissed you, you could tell he wanted to continue as did you, but clearly the two of you had some time to think it over. You wanted Toto more, you thought before pulling away from his kiss and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning you woke up cold, when you realized he was gone you opened your eyes. The shirt he fell asleep in crumpled up on the pillow, you reached up to grab it before sitting up. Looking around the room you noticed his bag was gone as well, you looked back down at the shirt. Slipping off the shirt you slept in, you threw his on. It was an old white shirt with a decal and spanish words you didn’t understand, it smelled like him. Before you got up Audrey walked in, handing you a plate with pancakes on it and sitting down next to you.

“I already know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it.”

She had a grin on her face, “wasn’t it just yesterday we had that whole conversation about making bad decisions when it came to men.”

“Shut up, and we didn’t even end up having sex,” you huffed before eating your pancakes.

“Oh, let me guess, you did that thing where when you have 2 seconds to actually think about the situation you realize it’s a bad idea and then you stop.”

“Well yeah, and my mom called me like 4 minutes after you two just decided to barge in.”

She gave you a smile, trying to look apologetic but you knew she wasn’t sorry.

You spent the next few days texting Toto consistently and when you weren’t texting him you were thinking about him. That Thursday, in your extremely hungover state from the crazy night before, he invited you over so he could take care of you since by now he realized you wouldn’t do yourself. You sat next to him on the couch, your legs taking up most of the space even though you had them bent. You rested your head on his shoulder, he was watching some random show that you couldn’t care less about. You took a sip from your glass of water that he got you to take your Advil with.

He glanced over at you, “are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, the tv is a little loud though,” you looked at him, smiling as you messed with the blanket that covered you both.

He took care of you almost all day, making you dinner once again, and it was good of course. You ate almost eagerly, but you did your best to control yourself, this was only the second time the two of you had hung out, he didn’t know you were an animal when it came to food yet and he didn’t need to.

“How about you stay here tonight this time?” Toto spoke, looking across the table at you.

You stopped eating, looking up at him, “hmm..”

“You can take a warm shower, and I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t have any of my stuff,” you pointed out.

“You can use my stuff.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why?” He almost immediately asked, “I want a real reason.”

“Well what if someone saw me walk in?”

“You said no one saw you when you came in.”

“Oh yeah..” You sighed and he looked at you.

In all honesty, you were scared. Scared your father will find out, scared you’d immediately fall in love and get your hopes up, scared you’d never want to leave.

He stared at you, waiting for an answer, “I’ll stay, but make me leave tomorrow or I might stay forever.”

“I make no promises,” he smiled briefly and went back to eating, you smiled to yourself and did the same.

You skipped on the shower since you had one that morning, plus you wanted as much time in bed with him as possible. The both of you stood in his closet, he was looking for a shirt for you to sleep in while you looked around at his clothes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many white Mercedes button ups,” you laughed and he turned to look over at you, laughing.

“Well I kinda need them.”

“True, I always thought you were hot in the black jacket so I’m secretly hoping we have an abundance of cold or rainy races.” You pointed out.

He raised an eyebrow, “oh really?”

“Mhmm,” you looked at him as he stared back at you. “You’re really handsome you know.” You turned around to look at the watches in his watch box, hearing his footsteps behind you. You tensed up in anticipation as he got closer, he gently touched your shoulder as he moved your hair out of the way.

Wrapping his arms around you, you almost immediately relaxed, “I’m very glad you think so.”

“Me too,” you whispered in response, smiling and breathing him in.

His scent was hard to describe, it made you feel like you were wrapped up in a soft blanket. It had masculine undertones but it was almost like fabric softener with a hint of pine. ‘Whatever it was, it was like heaven,’ you thought to yourself, letting your head fall back onto his chest. You took the moment in as long as you could before he lifted you up and put you on the small island in the middle of his closet. Now eye to eye, you stared at him and he stared back, a small smile on his face. He stood there for a moment before going back to looking at his shirts, you watched as he lifted up a light grey one and walked back over to you. He slipped out the hanger and set it down on the marble next to your thigh. You watched him quietly, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed the hem of the shirt you wore.

“What do you think you’re doing mister?”

“Changing you into pajamas,” he had a mischievous look on his face as he spoke.

You crossed your arms, “oh, i see what you’re doing.”

“Well you don’t feel well, so I’m just trying to help you.”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” you grabbed him by his nice dress shirt, pulling him closer so his torso was pressed up against the island and he stood in between your legs. You looked him in the eyes before beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“What are you doing?” He almost laughed as you took your time with each button.

“Well I might as well help you too, don’t you think?”

“I guess so, it is only fair,” he nodded in agreement.

When you finished unbuttoning his shirt he pulled it off and you couldn’t help grin a little bit to yourself. People could call him an old man as much as they wanted but he was almost just as fit as your younger peers, well some of them.

“I stand by my previous statement, you’re hot.”

“Thought you said I was handsome?”

“You can be both,” you laughed, reaching out to mess up his hair.

He smiled and moved to grab the hem of your shirt again before looking up at you, you gave him a slight nod and he moved to pull it over your head. He looked at you like you were a goddess, you smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. The second your lips met his you could feel his hands on your bare skin, moving to your back so he could unclasp your bra.

You pulled away, grabbing his arms, “you know I feel different with you.”

He looked down at your bra he didn’t get to unclasp with defeat before looking back up at you, “do you? How so?”

You laughed softly at the look of defeat in his eyes as he moved his hands down to rub your thighs as you spoke, “I want to date you like how people used to date, I want to fall in love with you Toto, like crazily in love with you.”

“I feel the same,” he nodded in agreement.

You ran your fingers through his hair, “and I want to wait, for you know, the big stuff, for when we love each other if that’s okay.”

“I want whatever you want schatzi,” Toto smiled back at you.

“Even if that means you have to wait to unclip my bra?”

“Of course,” he smiled and leaned in to give you a soft kiss. When you pulled away you threw the shirt he had just taken off you over his head so you could undo your bra and throw on the shirt he gave you.

The second he knew the shirt was on he took your shirt off of his head, looking at you, “schön (beautiful).”

He smiled and lifted you up, carrying you into his room and laying you down on the bed before moving to the other side. He undid his jeans and slipped them off, leaving them on the floor for tomorrow and getting in bed next to you. As he slipped his arms around your waist and you basked in the secure feeling you wondered if this could truly be it for you.

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berrytimefields · 2 years

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good hair days

part one

word count: 1,248

note: this is my first ever fic on tumblr! let me know what you think <3 i really didn’t want to split this into two parts but i really wanted to get this out to you guys! part two is coming later this week! always open to requests! (multifandom friendly)

katsuki bakugou x sweet! fem! reader

summary: days are hard and stressing and the least of his worries are his looks. but i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try and fix himself up a little bit. but why is she so nice to him? this has never happened before. what the hell, i just needed a trim.

warnings: none! some mentions of insecurities and some cursing. probably misspellings too. just cute fluff and sweetness towards an emotionally constipated man 🥂 may be slightly ooc but yolo!

the pink bell jingles lightly as the front door is pushed open, quite roughly as the loud intrusion jars some of the clients sitting inside. a tussled blond tramples through almost taking down a poor lady that stood close in proximity to the new arrival.

“hey sweetpea! do you have an appointment?” the man freezes in his attempt to take off the jacket haphazardly thrown around his shoulders.

“what the hell did you say to me?” the bouncy girl kept her smile from ear to ear as she turned and approached him, current client sitting patiently under the light pink dryer.

the place itself would be his number one red flag if the woman in front of him didn’t already give him an alarming vibe just from her presence alone. her over the top loving personality and the sparkling pink room around him would seem like the heroes worst nightmare, oh that’s right, it is.

he knew coming here wasn’t worth the torture, the idea of two hours spent here surrounded by glitter clouds and rainbows made him want to gag where he stood. yet he couldn’t compel himself to move. still stuck frozen in time as you seemed to get even closer than you had been before.

‘i dont think this shitty woman has any sense of personal space,’

“honey, are you ok? would you like to sit down for a minute?” her voice had the ability to pull him straight out of his trance and get him fixated back on his current state of being. he took another look around, noticing the pointed stares of many other ladies that were disturbed by his flamboyant entrance. he cleared his throat and tried to save his ass from seeming like too much of a jerk too soon.

“i need my hair fixed. now.”

yea still a jerk.

“oh, ok. well it’s your lucky day i seem to have a spot open! usually i’m pretty packed but i think i can make an exception for you sweetie.”

now what the hell does that mean, he pondered your words for a moment. he wasn’t exactly nice and friendly so why were you not apprehensive of his current behavior. better yet, why did you seem to treat him as though you two have close romantic relations. he searches his mind for a few moments to try and remember if a woman, as beautiful as you, had ever spoken that way directly to him. in any sense that wasn’t ironic. he scratched deep beneath the surface and couldn’t find diddly squat.

“ok.”

ok? really. a woman has called you three pet names in the first two minutes of knowing her and you can’t even finish one thought out loud?

“what would you like done today sir?”

now he didn’t like that as much. call him something cute again.

“don’t call me that.”

maybe the wrong approach.

“sorry sweetpea i never caught your name?” he tried to think what kind of reason you could have to possibly need to know his name when you could just refer to him as sweet things for as long as you live.

wait what.

sweet things? him? never.

he’d never been referred to as anything sweet, let alone anything complimentary. he’d barely even got a ‘babe’ before and that usually came from his friends if he has to really be truthful.

“names bakugou. need a trim gets in my eyes,” he couldn’t stand the constant poking of his bangs while he tried to fight crime, as embarrassing as it is for him to admit.

“okay well why don’t you come sit over here, and i’ll get you started up on that cut okay hun?” he felt his heart flutter again and felt to urge to rip it out with his bare hands. he mumbled back a small noise of agreement and followed you to the chair sitting on the other side of the salon. you waited for him to sit down before stepping behind him and running your fingers through his hair. he immediately felt a tenseness in his shoulders. ‘is getting a haircut always this nerve racking?’, well no because you were never the one rubbing your soft fingers through his scalp.

“you have such beautiful hair, i could run my finger through it all day. i guess that wouldn’t be too professional though. would you like me to give you a wash?”

he thinks he might drop dead on the spot if you keep making these propositions. want to run your fingers through his hair for the rest of his days? be his guest. wash his hair and touch him even more? please be his guest.

“yea, please,” oh god he said please. it’s time to get out of here.

“ok babe, let’s get you over to this chair then and get you started on that rinse okay?” you smiled at him through the mirror and started to walk away to start the lukewarm water. he’d never admit to anyone how fast he rose from the previous chair and made his way to you.

as you leaned him back and brought his hair into the sink he forced his eyes up so as to not catch your gaze. you hummed softly as you began to saturate his hair, at the sound of your relaxing voice he let his eyes flutter close as you began the soft strokes through his golden locks. this continues as you washed his hair in such a manner he didn’t know existed. don’t begin to ask him what it was you did to his hair because he hasn’t the slightest idea. after he hears the steady stream of warm water shut off he also hears you begin to step away from your place near his head. at this sound, he can’t help but open his eyes and follow your movements as you grabs a soft pastel towel from a nearby shelf. if you hadn’t turned back to face him he swears his eyes would’ve rolled to the back of his head.

of course, they’re gonna put that thing on his head.

“alrighty, darling let’s get you back over there so i can start taming your mane!” your soft laugh drifted throughout the room as you guided him back to the chair he first resided in.

once he rested back in the pink leather seat you wrapped your favorite rose-colored cape around his neck and he struggled to understand how everything could be such an obnoxious color.

“what’s with this pink shit.”

“it’s my favorite color, makes me happy! don’t you have a favorite color hun?” the smile you gave him was genuine as you started to blow dry his freshly cleaned hair.

“mmm, like orange i guess,” he mumbled and he couldn’t even be sure the woman he spoke to could hear him but he saw you nod your head in agreement wholeheartedly as if you had heard you won the lottery.

“hold on one sec okay? i’ll be right back to start your trim,” he didn’t understand why you seemed frantic all of a sudden but he hummed his agreement as you wandered off to the back of her shop.

bakugou looked up into the mirror and, for the first time that day, realized how his face felt hot and seemed to glow with a pink tint. now, that’s not gonna fly.

in his peripheral vision, he notices you return from where you disappeared to with what seems to be another cape in your hands.

but this ones orange.

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thelibrarian1895 · 1 year

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The Bats Are Trolls

I toy with the idea but haven’t figured how I want this as a full fic so tossing it into the ether, do with it what you will

Concept: Stupid magic user erases knowledge of Bat family from world as part of very dumb plan, Gotham only knows them as rumors and that’s because they’re Gotham’s heroes and Bruce has TONS of magic neutralizing things scattered around Gotham just in case, Justice League knows something is off but can’t quite figure out what’s going on and Batman’s annoyed with everyone questioning him while he’s trying to clean up the mess and the Robins (Robins will be a term that includes Cass even though she’s possibly the only one that never wore the R which is sad and needs to be fixed) decide now is a good time to troll the league (possible dash of angst because Tim’s friends don’t know who he is and the poor boy needs his friends or Tim takes this time to troll them more than he’s been able to for years and Tim is my favorite Robin)

Featuring Batman on Watchtower and for some reason the majority of his kids decided to follow, because they’re all chaotic trolls, and that includes Batman

When JL asks where Batman got all these heroes to follow him

Dick: I’m his love child with Vengeance (Bc one of the driving things that got Dick to be a vigilante was wanting vengeance for his parents’ murder)

Jason: I was told there’d be candy

Tim: Batman and Gotham had an accident and I’m the result, they’re being much more careful now

Stephanie: I was told there’d be candy

JL: Do kids in Gotham not understand that taking candy from strangers is a bad thing? Red Hood said that too

Steph: Have you ever been to Gotham? If you want candy you can actually eat instead candy that’s absolutely drugged and probably full of razor blades or ground glass, Batman’s basically the only source.

Damian: I am the son and heir of Batman

JL possibly a Flash: So Batman had another kid with Vengeance? Or Gotham? How? Are there other heroes named Vengeance and Gotham?

Tim: No, Nightwing’s parent was the concept of Vengeance, mine was the personification of Gotham. *Gestures to Damian* His is the Night, her parent *gestures towards Cassandra* is Justice

JL probably a Lantern: Didn’t Batman ever learn to wrap it up?

Stephanie: Dude, gross, do you ask your dad that kind of thing?

Tim sweet stalker boy who has weird sense of boundaries: He had a vasectomy ages ago, it’s in his medical files, but that wouldn’t really stop someone like the brat’s mother, or certain others

JL possibly Diana: Others?

Tim: Did you really think we’re Batman’s only children? *ignoring implication JL wanted to know about Batman’s theoretical baby mamas*

JL possibly a very worried Clark: How many others? How many other children does he have I mean?

Dick: Good question

Jason: Depends on the day

Tim: I have the current list with me *pulls out book the size of a dictionary*

JL: Why does it say “Hit List” on the front?

Dick: Robin started it and we haven’t had the time to think of a better name that we can all agree on

This is true on several levels, Tim started to put together the book after the nth new kid from a different multiverse to try to help keep things straight for everyone since some of the kids were great like Terry or Father Todd while others were Joker Jr. or a Talon, none of the Robins will admit who named the list and all of them have a terrible sense of humor

Dumb mage’s mistake is eventually undone, JL realizes they’ve met more of Batman’s kids during that point than they have…ever, they really only interact with Nightwing on a regular basis and Red Robin sometimes

#batfamily #tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #signal #stephanie brown #jason todd #justice league #I forgot Duke's last name I'm so sorry #I Remembered! Duke Thomas! I'm so sorry Duke Thomas!

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fr3man · 20 days

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All Too Well - Part 2

Ghostface was well and truly back. Sam and Tara didn’t even get to the police station straight away the previous night, they were nearly shot at the bodega. The group were now being as cautious as possible. Mindy’s version of ‘cautious’ was rounding off the suspects.

The group were now currently sat on the campus of Blackmore University, Mindy stood in front of everyone.

“Okay, nerds! Listen up! As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time... It’s fine. Okay. The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel.”

Anika raises her hand.

“Um, what’s a requel?”

“You’re beautiful, sweetie. Let’s hold questions till the end.”

Anika smiled at her before Sam spoke up.

“Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro. Stab 2 took place in college.”

Tara looked towards Sam.

“So we think the killer is trying to copy the movies?”

Mindy pointed at Tara.

“That is one possibility. Heroes now in college: check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and or body count: check, check and check.”

She pointed at Quinn, Anika and Ethan.

“I don’t like this.”

Ethan said before Molly gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“But it can’t just be about Stab 2.”

Mindy carried on.

“Why not?”

Tara’s eyebrows furrowed.

“It would make sense if this were just a sequel. But we’re not in a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore… We’re in a franchise! And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise.

Sam, Anika and Molly sighed.

“I had a feeling.”

“Rule 1: everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count. Longer chases, shootouts, beheadings. You gotta top what came before to keep people coming back.”

“Beheadings?”

Molly and Chad said in unison.

“Beheadings. Rule 2: whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations. If the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you bet the opposite will be true here.”

Nobody seemed to notice the face Ethan made when Mindy made a comment about Richie and Amber.

“And rule 3: no one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It’s not looking too good for Gale and Kirby. Oh and that’s not even the worst part!”

Chad continues to write in his notebook.

“This is the part where she tells us the worst part.”

“The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic instalments designed to boost an IP. Which means main characters are completely expendable now too. Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardesty, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond - I mean even Luke Skywalker all died so their franchises could live on! That means it’s not just the friend group. Any of us could go at any time… especially Sam and Tara.”

Sam and Tara exchanged worried looks.

“Wait? Any of us?”

Everyone turned their heads to Ethan as he spoke.

“Yeah.”

“Am- am I in the friend group?”

“Yeah.”

“Am I like one of the targets?… At least I won’t die a virgin.”

The entire group gave him puzzled looks whereas Molly hit him on the arm.

“Babe, seriously?”

Mindy looked kinda grossed out.

“TMI, keep it in the bedroom. But it brings us to our current suspects.”

She stepped in front of Ethan.

“Ethan. The shy and dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky.”

“Okay, why am I on the suspect list because I’m randomly Chad’s roommate?”

Ethan motions towards Chad defensively.

Mindy looks at him like he’s an idiot.

“Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could’ve fixed it to get next to us! And the fact that you just so happen to be interested in Molly?”

“Okay, what does Molly have to do with this?”

“Well, we all know how her last relationship turned out…”

Tara and Chad immediately jumped to her defence and everyone else seemed surprised at Mindy’s audacity.

“Mindy, seriously?”

Tara looked at her angrily.

Chad looked very irritated.

“Mindy, come on!”

Molly was staring daggers against her.

“Can you not bring up Amber?”

Mindy shrugged her shoulders.

“Whatever, I’m just saying… be careful…”

Molly furrowed her brows and felt a pit in her stomach.

Molly blocked out the rest of what Mindy said. What if she was right? What if Ethan was the killer? What if he betrays her just like Amber did? She tried to snap out of it and tell herself that he’d never do that but the voice at the back of her mind was telling her to never say never.

She was snapped out of her thoughts she. Sam spoke.

“Okay, so we have our rules and we have our suspects.”

“Wait, what about you guys?”

Ethan motioned with his hand to the 5 survivors.

“I mean, I think it’s pretty safe to rule out the 5 of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro.”

Chad smiled at Mindy.

“Agreed.”

Quinn shook her head.

“Not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?”

Ethan agreed with Quinn.

“Yeah, or if the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more. I mean, let’s be honest here, some of the theories online about Sam are-“

Tara immediately cut him off.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Molly hit him in the arm again.

Anika tried to diffuse the situation.

“Okay, she’s right though. I mean face facts, if we’re all suspects - you’re all suspects.”

The 5 looked at each other worriedly.

Molly gets up from her seat.

“As much as I love discussing which of us I think is a murderer, I’m going home.”

Tara gets up from her seat.

“I’m coming too.”

Molly looked at Ethan.

“I’ll see you later.”

He nodded.

“See ya.”

The pair immediately walked off before anyone else even moved. Tara just knew something was wrong with Molly.

“You okay?”

Molly nodded her head.

“Mhm… just thinking about what Mindy said.”

“Just ignore her, alright?”

“No, Tara she’s got a point. It could easily be him.”

“But it also might not be him.”

“Let’s face it, he’s either the killer or he’s gonna get killed. That’s just how it works.”

Tara linked her arm in Molly’s.

“As long as we stick together as best we can, that should keep us all safe. And I’ll always be here for you.”

They looked at each other and smiled softly.

“Thanks, Tara. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After a few seconds of silence, Molly spoke up again.

“Y’know, he really reminds me of Wes.”

Tara looked at her.

“Yeah?”

Molly nodded whilst holding back tears.

“Yeah. They have the same stupid smile.. and they’re really good at cheering you up. When I first met Ethan I just immediately felt like Wes had come back to me.”

Parts of Ethan made her think of Amber too - the way they’d both comfort her when she needed it, the way they’d let her vent about her dad, the fact they were both the first people she’d go to if anything happened, the way she thought of them as her entire world - but she couldn’t bring herself to talk about it.

Tara and Molly arrived back at their apartment and sat down on the couch together. Not long after, the sound of keys could be heard and Sam came in.

“Hey.. are you okay?”

The girls shrugged.

“I just really don’t want to go through this again.”

Tara put her arm around Molly.

Sam sat down on the couch with them.

“Hey, I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you. To protect you all. Which reminds me, I’ve told everyone to stay over here tonight.”

“That’s a good idea - safety in numbers.”

“Exactly.”

Sam smiled at her.

“Everyone will be here in a little bit so it’ll just be us three until then. If you want, we could go to the store and buy some food so we can cook dinner later?”

Tara and Molly nodded.

“That sounds nice.”

Sam got up from the couch.

“Come on, we should go while it’s still daytime.”

A couple of hours go by. At this point, everyone is at the apartment… except Ethan. He told Chad and Molly that he had an econ class. What was so urgent about a college class with everything that was going on?

Molly didn’t like Ethan’s absence one bit - it was just making her more and more worried. Tara and Chad were the first to notice.

Molly went into the kitchen to get glasses for the dinner table. Tara and Chad were in the middle of cooking when she walked in and her entire demeanour was off. They exchanged a look before Tara put a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey. You okay?”

Molly nodded but her face remained emotionless.

“Yep, fine.”

Chad knew better of course.

“Dude, come on.We know when something is bothering you.”

“I said I’m fine, Chad.”

“We know there’s a lot going on and I know you’re probably worrying because Ethan isn’t here-”

“Chad. Look, I appreciate it but I’m fine, alright?”

Chad and Tara looked at each other again before looking at her again.

“We’re here if you want to talk, okay?”

Tara’s voice was full of genuine care and concern.

“Thanks…”

She left the kitchen and placed the glasses on the table.

Mindy and Molly entered the kitchen a couple of minutes later.

“Sam!”

Mindy called her into the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“We do not have to stay here.”

“Well, too bad. I insist. Safety in numbers.”

Chad had a big smile on his face.

“This’ll be so fun. A little slumber party with the Alive Five!”

Sam furrowed her brows.

“Alive Five?”

“Yeah.”

“The fucking what?”

Molly looked at him with a very confused expression.

Tara looked at him in slight disbelief.

“Did you just give us a nickname?”

“I sure did. We’ve been through a lot together, and it’s a pretty cool nickname.”

Molly and Mindy just looked at him like he was stupid.

“That’s debatable.”

Sam looked down at the floor, holding in a laugh.

“It’s extremely debatable.”

“You can’t just give yourself a nickname, dingus.”

Mindy smiled mischievously.

“Of course I can, dingus, because I just did. Alive Five, up top!”

He lifted his arm, waiting for a high five.

Mindy shook her head.

“No.”

He turned to Tara.

“Down low!”

“Get that away from me.”

He then turned to Molly.

“Come on!”

“Fuck off.”

He finally turned to Sam.

“Please, for the love of God!”

Sam was smiling and it was clear she was tempted.

“Don’t do it!”

Mindy begged Sam not to go along with his bullshit.

Everyone was on the verge of laughing.

“Y’know, I would actually like a little more respect and support from my fellow members of the Alive Five.”

Their attention was then turned to Anika when she shouted them.

“Guys! What the hell?”

She turned up the volume on the TV and everyone went into the living room.

The news headline read ‘PRIME SUSPECT SAMANTHA CARPENTER’.

“We’re hearing from sources inside the homocide division that the prime suspect is none other than Samantha Carpenter, one of the survivors of the Woodsboro killings in 2022, seen here attacking a woman on the streets last night.”

It then showed a video of her ‘attacking’ the girl who approached them after the Halloween party.

“In the wake of the Woodsboro tragedy last year, rumours sprouted online that Carpenter was responsible for the killings, blaming the crimes on her boyfriend, Richie Kirsch and teen Amber Free-”

Sam grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. She walked into the dining room and sat at the table, looking downwards.

Tara cautiously followed her and sat down next to her.

“I know you’re not a fan of the way I’ve been handling things, and that I’ve been giving you a really hard time. But I can say that none of us can relate to what you’re experiencing. And I’m really, really sorry that you have to do that alone.”

The twins, Molly and Anika listened to what Tara was saying to her sister and they were all relieved that Tara was finally getting along with her compared to recently.

Sam shook her head whilst holding back tears.

“It’s not your fault. And I know I shouldn’t care what people think.”

She pauses for a second and wipes a tear of her face.

“It just sucks being this hated.”

The twins and Molly then walked in.

“Hey. Just a reminder, not a single person in this room hates you.”

Chad said as the three of them sat down.

“Okay? We have all been through some fucked-up stuff, and we are coping with it differently. But, I mean we moved here together for one very specific reason… We’re a team.”

Sam smiled at Chad’s words.

“We are the Alive fuckin’ Five.”

Mindy smiled as she said this.

Chad turned his head.

“Thank you very much.”

“I hate myself.”

The twins exchanged a high five and Molly quietly laughed.

“You said it.”

Tara was smiling a lot, as was Sam.

Chad looked so proud.

“That’s what I’m talking about. It’s the Alive Five.”

Mindy looked at Tara.

“Say it.”

“No, I’m not gonna say it.“

“Molly, come on you say it.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Definitely not.”

Chad tried to convince her.

“Come on, it’s got a nice ring to it.”

Sam suddenly spoke.

“I’ve been sleeping with Cute Boy from across the hall.”

The group went silent before they erupted into cheers.

“I fucking knew it!”

Tara clapped her hands together.

Sam looked confused.

“Yes! Chad, give it, come on!”

Chad rolled his eyes whilst smiling and handed Molly $20.

“Knew it from the day you had that hickey.”

Mindy’s comment made the group laugh.

“I feel like we should high five or something.”

Chad held his hand towards and the group all joined hands.

“The Alive Five high five, may we please?”

Tara laughed.

“Don’t call it that but we’ll do the high five.”

Sam’s phone started ringing and Danny’s name was lit up on the screen.

Tara’s face lit up and she held the phone up.

“No, Tara.”

Sam was holding in a laugh.

“Hey, so what are your intentions?”

The group burst into laughter.

“Tara, give it here.”

Tara went to pass it to Molly, the pair of them laughing, before Sam took it back.

“It’s fine. I’ll call him back.”

“Poor guy.”

The sound of Quinn moaning could be heard. Not like it was an unfamiliar sound.

“Oh my god, Quinn and her gentlemen called are back at it again.”

The group looked towards Quinn’s bedroom door.

“She’s getting it too? Okay.”

The group were still laughing.

Quinn’s moaning got heavier and at the same time everyone’s phones went off.

They all got their phones out to take a look. Danny had air-dropped them all a picture. It was of Quinn. Getting attacked by Ghostface.

The sound of Quinn shouting for help was then heard.

The group sprung from their seats and ran to the living room. Anika sprung up from the couch to see what was going on.

Quinn then screamed. Tara ran towards Quinn’s room before Chad pulled her back.

“Tara, wait!”

Not a sound could be heard. The group waited for any kind of noise but there was still nothing.

“Run.”

Quinn’s door burst open and Quinn’s dead body was thrown at the group, landing on Anika and pushing her on the ground.

Anika screamed in terror.

Sam and Molly got on the ground to pull her off.

Chad pulled Tara with him as he ran out the apartment.

“Guys, come on!”

Ghostface stood there and tilted his head, looking at Mindy.

“Oh, fuck.”

He sliced her in the arm with his knife.

She threw herself back in pain, holding her arm.

“Mindy!”

Anika grabbed onto his cloak as he tried to move towards Mindy again.

“Stay the fuck back!”

Molly quickly stood up and tried to pull him backwards. He immediately grabbed her and threw her to the floor and she hit her head on the ground. She held her head in pain, trying to get herself up but by the time she was in a state where she could, Anika was at the other end of the room and Ghostface was dragging a knife through her stomach and she was screaming in agony.

She quickly stood up but before she could get to them Sam came in and hit him in the head with an empty knife block. He fell on the ground, giving the girls enough time to run into Quinn’s room and lock the door.

Ghostface then started pounding on the door before it all went quiet.

Sam looked behind them and saw the bathroom door was still open.

“Molly. Bathroom door, hurry!”

She got up and went into the bathroom but stopped in her tracks and screamed when she saw Quinn’s boyfriend dead in the shower.

“Fuck!”

She then looked up and saw Ghostface standing in the doorframe and screamed again. She tried to shut the door but he kept pushing it open. Sam ran in the bathroom to pull her out and back into Quinn’s room.

They locked the door but he just kept pounding and pounding on it. He was strong so the lock kept unlocking. They pushed a dresser in front of it but it then got pushed backwards due to a hard kick to the door.

Sam and Molly stood with their backs against it to keep him out. Sam then saw Danny out the window, trying to get their attention. She ran to the window and opened it.

“Don’t worry, I got you!”

He pushed a ladder out his window.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You got a better idea?”

“Fuck. No.”

She reached her hand out and pulled the ladder so it reached them.

“You gotta come one a time!”

Sam turned to the girls.

“You three go first!”

“No!”

Molly and Mindy were pressed against the dresser but they were still struggling.

“Guys!”

“Someone needs to hold the door, we’ll send Anika next. Go!”

Sam looked hesitant.

“Go!”

The girls said in unison.

Sam got onto the ladder and started crawling towards Danny’s window.

Mindy and Molly were still trying to keep the dresser against the door.

“Sam, she’s losing a lot of blood!”

“Say something more positive!”

Sam managed to get across and then the sound of Danny and Sam could be heard.

“Come on!”

Mindy looked towards Molly.

“Molly, go!”

“No!”

“Molly-”

“You’re injured, I’m not. I can hold the door. Get Anika on the ladder, then both of you go.”

She hesitated and then moved towards Anika and helped her off the bed.

“You have to go first-”

“I can’t!”

“You have to go!”

“No, Mindy no! I’ll be right behind you, I promise!”

They kissed before Mindy reluctantly got onto the ladder.

As Mindy struggled to make her away across, Ghostface kept pounding on the door. Molly and Anika kept yelling for her to go.

Mindy made her way to Danny’s apartment.

“Guys, come on!”

“Anika, go.”

“What?! No, I’m not leaving you!”

“Anika, go! I’ll be fine, I promise!”

The others continued to shout.

“Guys, come on! Hurry!”

Ghostface pounded on the door even harder.

Molly tried not to cry.

“Ani, please!”

Anika looked at her tearfully before getting on the ladder.

“Oh my god… I can’t! I can’t do it!”

Ghostface is slowly getting the door more and more open.

“Anika, go! Quick!”

Molly is struggling more and more to keep the door shut.

He bangs on the door which prys it open, pushing Molly forward roughly. She tries to push it back again.

“Fuck…”

She looked to see how far Anika had gotten, which sadly wasn’t very far due to her gutted stomach.

Ghostface manages to bang on the door enough so the cabinet is knocked forward causing Molly to fall to the floor.

“No!”

Ghostface approaches Molly and she tries to keep them away. Ghostface grabs her by the neck, lifts her up and shoves her onto Quinn’s bed.

Everyone is terrified for Molly and Anika’s safety.

“No! Molly!”

“Anika, move!”

Molly tries to block him so he’d be at least injured to give Anika more time.

Ghostface slashed her hand and she screams in pain.

Molly’s scream only slows Anika down.

He lifts Molly off the bed and slams her head into the cabinet, knocking her out and leaving her for dead.

By the time she woke up, she was in an ambulance. She tried to lift her head up but winced in pain. She noticed the bandage wrapped around her hand. The group immediately got to her side.

“Molly! Hey, you okay?”

She could hear Chad’s voice but her ears were ringing.

She looked around to make sure everyone was there and okay. She saw Danny, Sam, Tara, Chad, Mindy… her heart almost stopped when she didn’t see Anika.

“Where’s Anika?”

Mindy was distraught.

“She’s dead, isn’t she?”

The group all nodded.

“Oh my god…”

She put a hand on her stomach.

“Oh my god, Anika…”

She looked at Mindy.

“Mindy, I’m so, so sorry.”

She got up from the stretcher and sat down next to her. She put her head on Mindy’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Mindy. I tried to help her but I just let her fucking die.”

She broke down crying as she said this.

“Hey. Hey, it’s not your fault, okay?”

She wrapped her arm around her shoulders.

Chad and Tara sat down with them.

“She’s right, Molly. Don’t blame yourself.”

Chad put his hand on her arm.

Tara grabbed her hand.

“You put yourself at risk just to protect her, you did the best you could, alright?”

“I didn’t do the best I could because she’s fucking dead.”

Tara was taken aback when she snapped.

“Sorry, I’m sorry Tara.”

She shook her head.

“Don’t be.”

Sam put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ve got you some water.”

She handed her a water bottle.

Molly sniffled.

“Thank you.”

The group ended up spending the night at Danny’s apartment whilst the police inspected their apartment, not that any of them could really sleep properly anyway.

The only thing Molly could think about was where the fuck Ethan was.

#Spotify #scream #ghostface #ethan landry #scream fanfic #scream oc #jack champion #sadie sink #scream 6

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Heroes of Olympus MBTI

Percy and Annabeth’s typings can be found here.

Jason Grace - ISTJ

Jason’s past experiences influence his every choice, even when he has amnesia. Throughout his amnesia plot line, he is able to easily pick up on things he has experienced, even when he can’t describe where or how he has experienced these things. His very in tune with current systems of logic, and tends not to question what seems to work, until it goes against his personal morals.

Piper McLean - ISFP

Piper is emotionally guided, and wants nothing more than to be different and separate herself from others in her class and in her cabin. She does so at first by changing her appearance and making impulsive decisions (Se). However, as she grows as a character and becomes much more comfortable with herself, her auxiliary Se becomes less impulsive and more observant. Her inferior Te becomes more developed, and she feels more comfortable fighting for her dominant Fi.

Leo Valdez - INTP

Leo gets lost in his own mind very easily, to the point where he completely isolates himself sometimes. He doesn’t just love knowledge, he over to figure out why and how something works, which comes from his dominant Ti, and he tends to be carried away by all his ideas, created by his Ne. However, he struggles with emotions, more specifically other people’s emotions, as he feels that people are complicated- you can’t fix a human, but you can fix a machine. Leo prefers problems that he can solve.

Hazel Levesque - ISFJ

Hazel’s experiences affect every aspect of her life, so much so, that they hold her back in a lot of ways. She struggles to let go of her past, and things that happened, in fear of being judged by others, or hurt, and she can often be hesitant towards change. Hazel is also a huge supporter of group values, often doing whatever makes other people happy and comfortable, and struggling to sacrifice others values for her own happiness.

Frank Zhang - ISFJ

Frank is very aware of traditions, both involving his family and New Rome. He is crippled by information he has received from the past, mainly his lifeline being tied to a stick, making him less eager to try new ideas. He is also very sensitive to how other people view him, wanting to be a child of Apollo, so he can be accepted as an archer.

Nico di Angelo - INFP

Nico’s emotions are a driving factor for most of his decisions. He in in an Fi-Si loop for most of the first series, struggling to move past his past experiences to the point where it consumes him. As he comes out of that loop, we start to see a little bit of unhealthy Ne as he is constantly overthinking situations, and comes up with a million ways things can go wrong. He becomes really good at using his experience to support his plans.

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano - ESTJ

Reyna is a very confident and strong leader, always taking control of situations, even if it means putting her emotions aside. She is someone that everyone knows to listen to, because she is usually the one who knows best. She is very reliant on her past experiences and traditions, when she is doing her job.

#jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #nico di angelo #reyna avila ramirez arellano #heroes of olympus #ISTJ #isfp #intp #isfj #infp #estj

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BnHA Chapter 340: Now Where Were We

Previously on BnHA: Deku and Iida were all “hey Mei, I know you don’t have a lot of spare time in between constantly launching yourself at people boob-first, and singlehandedly MacGuyvering U.A. into the fucking Death Star, but we were wondering if you could lend us a hand in fixing our costumes.” Mei was all, “sure thing, here’s an upgraded pair of Movie 1 Gloves for you, anyways off you go and have fun saving the world!” Mt. Lady was all, “can you kids keep a secret?? so uh, just between you and me, I’m not a real teacher, and I’m not actually sure what I’m doing here hanging out with you guys right now.” Class 1-A was all, “don’t worry, your secret is safe with us Mt. Lady, well anyways time to assemble our CLASS 1-A SEARCH SQUAD!” The chapter ended with A BUNCH OF DIFFERENT PEOPLE getting ready to DO and/or TALK about A BUNCH OF DIFFERENT THINGS. Classic cliffhanger ending. lol this chapter really did not hold up on a re-read. I’m so sorry BnHA 339. You meandered so that future chapters could hopefully get to the damn point already.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “time to reveal our shocking and completely unpredictable battle plan of splitting up all the villains for more easily digestible mini-boss battles, using our newly acquired trump card, the handy dandy U.A. traitor!” Aizawa is all, “[cracks knuckles] time to drop some motherfucking love and compassion onto my traumatized student in order to talk him into doing this INSANELY DANGEROUS TASK for us, except that somehow I manage to do it in a way that’s genuinely moving and heartfelt and somehow not manipulative at all lol.” Shinsou is all, “hello, it’s me, making my miraculous return after three whole years of plot inactivity, so anyway what have I missed.” Well shit. Glad I’m not the only one, Shinsou.

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(just a handful of quick notes here since it’s been a while! (1) as always, these are my completely blind first-time-reading reactions to the chapter. (2) as of today, I am very much NOT caught up with the manga, but will keep you posted on my progress. currently I have read up to chapter 340, a.k.a. this chapter right here lol. and (3), I have been spoiled about one major thing (explained more in depth here) which will happen later in the series, and while there are no detailed references to said spoiler in this post, there ARE a couple of vague throwaway lines because I have absolutely no self-control. so just giving you guys a heads up for that! if you absolutely don’t want to risk getting spoiled, I would highly recommend catching up with the manga first before reading any further.

anyways, onward!)

OH MY GOSH IT’S SOME BUILDINGS!!!

WHAT A THRILLING WAY TO KICK OFF MY FIRST NEW CHAPTER OF BNHA IN ELEVEN MONTHS. TRULY HIT THE GROUND RUNNING

lol they literally just thumbtacked a handwritten “LOV/PLF COUNTER-FORCE HQ” sign on a wrinkled piece of paper next to the door. how far we have fallen from the days where the heroes were holding their war councils in huge NASA ground control rooms filled with hundreds of TV screens

okay good, at least they went out and recruited Hawks to be one of the people presumably planning this whole thing

one of only two people (the other being Momo) whom I actually trust to be able to come up with a reliably smart plan. fingers crossed this turns out better than his last big Ultimate Hero Final Battle Plan, though!

interesting! I assume they do still know about the whole Aoyama situation though, seeing as they even told Mt. flippin’ Lady lol

OH MY GOSH, RAGDOLL? heck yeah. great to see her finally back in the thick of things again. even if she can’t participate in the actual battle, she’s still a fucking hero goddammit

wow this entire next page sure is something

“every pre-cat-ion” breaking news, we’ve just been informed that there is a warrant out for Caleb Cook’s arrest

MEOW

MYEAH?

NOT YOU TOO, HAWKS

EVIL MEOW

I know that last part is just her randomly tacking her cute dattebayoisms onto the end of this entirely unrelated sentence, but unfortunately the damage has already been done. now all I can think about is the League of Villains out there rampaging in the streets and meowing menacingly at people

anyway, so on to the planning and stuff

lmao wait, what

DID YOU PAINT THESE BY HAND, ALL MIGHT?? DID YOU BUY THEM LAST MINUTE ON ETSY AND PAY A FORTUNE IN EXPEDITED SHIPPING. surely it must be the latter. but can you just imagine All Might sitting at his kitchen table at 3am, hand-painting a refrigerator magnet to look like an adorable chibified version of HIS MOST HATED ENEMY

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

I’m actually on the fence about this lol. I mean, it makes sense on paper. lord knows they had enough trouble taking on just one massively overpowered final villain, so who even knows what would happen if they added a second one to the mix

but the problem with the “just take them down separately” plan is that it means they’ll also have to split up their OWN forces, which are already heavily depleted. not to mention that the BnHA heroes are always at their best when they’re all fighting together. so anyways, yeah, I’m not too sure about this

so blah blah blah, Tomura is now stronger than crusty!potato!AFO, big surprise. and they’ve also figured out that the two AFOs can communicate with each other via radio waves or whatever. okay yeah, but doesn’t that mean that even if you do split them up, they’ll still have a big advantage? unless you figured out some way of jamming their telepathy somehow

“should they attack together, we have no hope of victory” lol if you say so. I’m pretty sure all of the U.A. kids combined with all of the remaining A-list heroes could hold their ground fairly well, but clearly I’m not supposed to be questioning the authority of this statement so ALL RIGHT THEN

OKAY BUT DOESN’T THIS JUST PROVE MY POINT THOUGH

“if they’re so powerful together then why didn’t they team up against S&S?” “because they definitely would have definitely lost.” ????????

anyway so now All Might is saying that they need to separate TomurAFO and Potato AFO (PotAFO, if you will) by at least 10km. so is that the max range of their telepathy or something then? that’s so oddly specific though

“oh and we also need to split up Dabi from them as well” ah okay lol, I see where this is going. it’s finally time for the final battle, meaning we need to assign each of the main characters to their personal final villain, yeah? great. awesome. except that they only JUST got reunited all together as a class again sob. you’re really going to do this to me again now?? just like that?? goddammit

LMAO I completely forgot that Nao’s right hand man is an actual literal fucking cat

oh my god. what I wouldn’t give to have seen his reaction to all of those puns and MEOW shenanigans from a few minutes earlier. just standing there in the corner with a disapproving frown. “I’ll have you know I find this all very demeaning and culturally insensitive” sorry about that Sansa

anyway so now All Might is all “YEAH EXACTLY, WE HAVE TO DIVIDE AND CONQUER ALL OF THE VILLAINS ONE ON ONE! WHAT DO YOU THINK WE SPENT ALL THAT TIME PAINSTAKINGLY BUILDING THEM UP FOR?? IT’S THE FINAL BATTLE FOR FUCK’S SAKE, WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU HAVE US DO, MAKESTE” okay okay fine I’ll shut up now, geez

oh shit lol

somehow I momentarily forgot all about Aoyama. possibly because I haven’t seen him in eleven months!! so this is where we’re finally going to get into the nitty gritty of that “let’s use Aoyama to set a trap” plan that Aizawa shamelessly stole from Kaminari all those moons ago

All Might is all “it’s actually pretty messed up of us to be using this poor boy when he’s already basically spent his entire life being exploited and manipulated by people” and he’s not wrong though, damn

but Nao is all “very true, but to be fair this is the literal apocalypse, and he did technically make his own bed, and also our backs are REALLY against the goddamn wall here,” which is also true. still leaning more toward All Might’s side in spite of that, though. poor Yuuga

OH SHIT, SPEAKING OF???

OH DANG

do they really have to keep him tied up like that?? he’s just a kid for fuck’s sake. and it’s not like they aren’t capable of handling things if he does try to escape, I mean this is Aoyama we’re talking about here, he’s not exactly an all-powerful criminal mastermind

man they both look so fucking sad. Yuuga looks so ashamed. this is every 1-A child’s worst fear. they can go toe to toe with the scariest villains out there and not be fazed. but a disappointed dad??? have mercy, sweet jesus

“so after going back and forth on it a bunch, we finally decided that he’s probably not going to blow up.” thanks for the update, doc. meanwhile I just had a completely unrelated thought about certain spoiler related things, oh fuck. but now is not the time to start speculating about that! not when we have the world’s saddest detention session unfolding right before our eyes

Aizawa Shouta is sitting here wearing an eyepatch and a hospital gown and probably hasn’t showered in like three days, and despite all this he is STILL somehow the hottest character in BnHA and it’s not even close

okay but there are like a thousand reasons why the threat of imminent murder would be infinitely more useful than an actual murder, though. like this doesn’t really make any sense. “why would AFO bother to threaten Aoyama if he could simply blow him up if and when he betrayed him?” uh, gee, maybe because he would much prefer if Aoyama didn’t actually betray him in the first place?? what, do you think U.A. traitors are so fucking easy to come by? in this economy??

awwww

I mean, of course he is? :( man, and now I’m wondering if there’s been a single day since his enrollment at U.A. that Aoyama has not spent being constantly terrified about a whole damn slew of things. this poor fucking kid. Horikoshi please be kind to him oh my god

oh my god, yes, exactly

he’s afraid that deep down he’s a bad person. he’s afraid that AFO will kill him. but interestingly, what he’s most afraid of, is BEING afraid. he’s afraid that if the others put their trust in him again, that when push comes to shove he’ll still be too cowardly to do what’s right

talk about ironic though. because to me, that’s a sentiment that basically confirms that he does have the heart of a hero deep down. I’m telling you guys, every single time you show me a character who is flawed and afraid, but is trying so hard to overcome their fears, and trying with all their might to become better, you will reel me in hook, line, and sinker every. single. time. seriously, how could you possibly not root for this kid now

OH MY GOD YUUGA NO

holy shit. hey Horikoshi, this is me, a certified angst-lover, asking you to tone it down just a little here, goddamn. yes we get it, he is tormented by years’ worth of accumulated fears and regrets and feelings of worthlessness and he doesn’t see any way that things can possibly get better, holy shit, we get it okay??? THIS IS MY FIRST CHAPTER IN ELEVEN MONTHS! THIS SHOULD BE AN OCCASION OF TRIUMPH, SO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU OUT HERE MAKING ME CRY

HOLY SHIT

somehow I forgot just how utterly ruthless this man is capable of being for the sake of his students. this is a dude who literally expels kids on a regular basis just to put the fear of god into them. also he is seriously so goddamn hot. it’s straight up ridiculous

oh wow this whole page just came straight for my heart

Yuuga’s fear as he tries to talk himself into what he fully believes is a suicide mission. Aizawa’s blunt assessment of the heroes being no less ruthless than the villains when their backs are to the wall. but then the way he just HITS him with that “you’re still my student and I’m still your teacher” line, and how he says it with such finality. and then the face Aoyama makes in response!!

OKAY, WOW

ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THIS IS FAIR YOU KNOW!! YOU CAN’T JUST HIT ME WITH THIS BRUTALLY SIMPLE PANEL OF THE TWO OF THEM JUST SITTING THERE WITH ALL OF THE OTHER VISUALS STRIPPED AWAY SO THE FOCUS IS ENTIRELY JUST ON THEM, AND WITH THE WALL BETWEEN THEM ALSO SYMBOLICALLY REMOVED JUST LIKE THAT

AND YUUGA BEING SO SMALL. AND AIZAWA BEING SO STRONG AND SAFE AND STABLE AND FIRM, AND HIM HAVING SUCH UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND COMPASSION FOR HIS STUDENT DESPITE EVERYTHING. “FUCK THAT, YOU’RE GONNA HAVE A HAPPY ENDING BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO AND I’M YOUR SENSEI AND THAT’S FINAL.” okay yep. tears coming now. thanks a lot, Horikoshi. wow. just wow

lol I truly believe that if Horikoshi ever did truly try to kill off one of the 1-A kids, Aizawa would literally come to life and emerge from the pages and straight up murder him

welp. there you have it. absolutely no room for argument there. SENSEI SAID YOU’RE GONNA LIVE, YUUGA, SO I GUESS YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT!

fsdljkf

yep. that’s right. deal with it. dlfkj don’t mind me I’m just gonna sit here dissolving into sobs again

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WARM FOND EXPRESSION GODDAMMIT

I AM ALREADY A PILE OF MUSH, HOLY HECK!! CAN I LIVE. CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE HERE ALREADY HOLY SHIT

wait what

uh. the path of “none of you problem children are allowed to die on my watch, are we fucking clear on that”? that path?? or the path of marching headfirst into very real danger because they have no other choice, because they’re one of the lynchpins in the heroes’ desperate plan? because that latter path is one that I’d prefer to have as few children walk as possible, ngl

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“HELLO, SHINSOU HERE” UH, EXCUSE ME, MISTER, DON’T YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY TO ME? AFTER BEING MIA FOR LIKE A HUNDRED AND TWENTY CHAPTERS AND FOUR AND A HALF ARCS?? YOU’RE JUST GONNA HANG HERE FROM THIS FUCKING TREE ALL NONCHALANT, WITH YOUR FANCY NEW HERO COSTUME AND YOUR SPIDER-MAN POSE THAT YOU STRAIGHT UP RIPPED OFF FROM YOUR DAD?? WHILE SAID DAD SITS THERE CHUCKLING OVER HIS “NEVER FEAR, WE’RE TOTALLY PUTTING SHINSOU IN AMPLE DANGER AS WELL” REVEAL? “DON’T WORRY AOYAMA, WE’RE NOT JUST RISKING YOUR LIFE, WE’RE RISKING MULTIPLE CHILDREN’S LIVES, BUT WE’RE DOING IT ALL TOGETHER AS A FAMILY” truly the most heartwarming of sentiments lmao

well damn. that hype and anticipation is definitely starting to build now. I am so damn fearful for all of these fictional kids’ safety, especially now that I’m watching the War arc play out again in the anime and remembering just how brutal it was. but at the same time I can’t deny that I’m super excited to see the culmination of everything. like, this is IT, though. this is THE moment, THE battle. no more safety arcs. no more training. we are done holding back, and that is as terrifying as it is exhilarating. I am so not ready for any of this, but IT IS HAPPENING WHETHER I LIKE IT OR NOT, so I guess I’ll just do my best to enjoy the ride

-- oh and lastly, I almost forgot. before we wrap up, there’s just one last thing I wanted to add here...

so it begins.

#bnha 340 #aoyama yuuga #aizawa shouta #shinsou hitoshi #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #pleasantly surprised to see that tumblr's image limit is still generous enough to allow me to do my thing here #'preciate it tumblr

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Heroes vs Villains

A/N: I have no clue what this is or what I’m even doing. This has nothing to do with what I am currently working on and honestly I don’t even know where this even came from. I’m blaming sleep deprivation. Any way, I thought I would post it and see what you all think. Who knows, if it gets enough interest maybe I’ll make it my next project.

“You can’t be serious,” Snipe’s voice rang out across the silent office and Aizawa sighed, rubbing at his tired eyes. “She is a convicted criminal and you want to let her loose on the students”. They had been going over this for nearly an hour now and all he wanted was to crawl inside his sleeping bag and ignore them. He wouldn’t get to do that though, not for a good few hours and definitely not till he had justified his decision to the understandably worried teachers that had gathered to watch the horror show that was about to unfold.

“They need to lean and she offered,” Aizawa grumbled, sinking back into his seat. Honestly it was a little insulting that they were questioning him about this. Over the years Aizawa had certainly pushed his students to their limits but he had never intentionally put them in dange and was no different now. Even if he did think that half of them would probably end up in Recovery Girls care before the day was out. “Nothing is going to happen to them, she knows the rules”. Aizawa glanced over at All Might who had come to his defence, the once hulking man now frail and sickly looking. He looked so sure of the fact and Aizawa really hoped it was true. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the girl, just that he knew a past like that was hard to move on from and something like this would bring it all crashing back around her, especially if things went wrong. A possibility he didn’t want to bring to the other’s attention.

“We must put our faith in our students and trust they will be able to handle whatever is thrown at them. They will be graduating soon after all,” Principle Nezu said cheerfully. His beady little eyes were already fixed on the screens, not even nothing to look away as he spoke to them. The whole room fell silent, every one of them watching him intently and waiting for him to say something else but the rodent stayed quiet, sipping at his tea and still watching the black screens like there was something there worthy of his attention. Aizawa probably should be worried about the level of interest Nezu had in this but at this point in his life he was just too tired to care. As long as no one got seriously hurt everything would be fine.

“So that’s it then?” Midnight huffed from where she was lent against the wall, her arms folded over her chest and eyes darting around the rest of the silent occupants in the room. “We just split them into two and see what happens?” That was putting it a little simply but for the most part she was right. Friendships would be tested, students would undoubtedly get hurt and people’s true worth would be known. It was a dangerous game to be playing but it would give the would be heroes a taste of what was waiting for them outside of U.A’s walls.

The small clock struck ten and all the screens flickered to life, flooding the otherwise dimly lit room with a hazy light as it began to flash up small clips of all of his current students in mid fight. They all turned to watch as Present Mic’s voice boomed out loudly from the speakers, a noticeable air of anticipation filling the room despite the earlier concerns. ”Welcome listeners to U.As first ever Heroes Vs Villains 3A slam down. Two teams, twelve hours, five objectives. Will our band of courageous heroes come out on top or will the dastardly villains grind them into dust. Only time will tell so stay tuned because it’s going to be one hell of a fight”.

The screens turned white, the words Heroes Vs Villains: Ultimate Showdown flashing up on the screens before changing to a live video feed of the inside of the heroes base of operations. Groaning, Aizawa slumped down even further into his chair. On screen Iida was already rattling off some complaint about health and safety whilst Bakugou glared daggers at the class rep and Midoriya tried to appease Iida whilst also subtly moving him away from the explosive blonde. This was going to be a disaster, Aizawa was sure of it and if they weren’t careful the villains were going to end up with a solid head start without even having to lift a finger. “3000¥ sais the heroes kick ass.” At some point Midnight had moved next to him, leaning down so she could whisper in his ear without risking the others hearing. On screen a motorcycle raced through the abandoned city, its two occupants seemingly with a clear destination in mind. The villains were on the move.

Smirking, Aizawa offered Midnight his hand. “You’re on.” They shook hands, seeking their deal and never once taking their eyes off the screens in front of them. This was probably going to be the easiest money he had ever made and he didn’t even feel bad about it. You would think by now people would stop underestimating his students, considering all they had been through. After today that would finally stop because none of them were going to give up without a fight and this was going to be one hell of a show down.

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