also i have no clue how these two work would anyone care to explain

Voltron Headcanons

Though Shiro is able to censor himself, the only one who can actually make him swear is Matt. The guy is insufferable and can literally make the calmest person fly off the handle.

Hunk is the only one that knows that Lance is bi. Hunk watched him hit on a guy and get rejected and humiliated in middle school, and was sworn to secrecy once they entered the Garrison because Lance didn’t want anyone making fun of him.

Hunk is also the only one that knows that Lance has a bit of a crush on Keith. He figured it out on his own, because Lance still denies having feelings for him.

Lance knows that Keith is autistic, but doesn’t saying anything. Lance himself has ADHD and shares a few stims with Keith, like going on walks in the middle of the night. Sometimes they pass each other. Neither of them mention it.

Lance once asked what gender Pidge was attracted to, and she replied with the cryptic answer of “I don’t know, but definitely not lizards”. To this day, he still doesn’t know and Pidge won’t tell him.

When Keith revealed that he was part Galra, Allura was the most surprised, but Lance was the least. He had suspicions that Keith was hiding something, but he only put two and two together once Keith and Allura decided to run away because they thought Zarkon was after them - why else would Keith believe that the Galra had tabs on him?

Coran acts oblivious to the interactions the paladins have with one another, but he’s actually scarily good at reading and interpreting emotions.

Allura sees the paladins as a family unit, and her close relationship with the original paladins transferred to the newer ones. This is why she finds Lance’s flirting to be awkward - she sees the blue paladin figure as a caring brother.

Pidge has stated that her brother is incredibly smart, and Shiro can attest to that, but he sometimes does incredibly stupid things. The stupidest thing she can recall is that he once drank so much that she was able to convince him that he had six fingers on each hand.

Matt is actually very laid back, and is sometimes very manipulative. He used this skill to convince younger students at the Garrison to cough up their lunch money, and the older ones to do his homework for him - not that he couldn’t do his homework, just that he didn’t want to. 

For fun, Matt would see how far he could push someone, often getting his peers to participate in stupid things, like hacking into the training simulator. This is how he met Shiro, who somehow fell for Matt’s ploy and ended up in detention with him the next day. Shiro was often his victim, but ended up becoming Matt’s impulse control.

Though Pidge seems relatively calm, she’s very stressed when at her computer. The only one who can tell is Shiro, who’s spent enough time with Matt to recognize it. He’s usually the one to deter Pidge from the screen when she’s had enough.

Matt and Pidge both have the habit of staying up late on their laptops, which is responsible for their poor eyesight, though Pidge’s is a combination of the laptop and becoming accustomed to wearing an extra pair of Matt’s glasses, her eyes adjusting to the prescription over time.

Shiro thought that Pidge was Matt upon initially seeing her after being rescued, but realized that it was Katie the moment she opened her mouth - Matt was loud and cocky, where she was quiet and insightful.

Both Shiro and Keith have a habit of stealing pens, but for completely different reasons. Shiro takes a pen, uses it, and then leaves it in the most random spot, whereas Keith puts them back where they were before, leaving Shiro to wonder where he left his pen.

Hunk is a complete neat freak and no one is allowed near the kitchen at all because once Coran put a knife in the wrong drawer and Hunk lost his mind trying to find it. He also tries to keep pens away from Keith and Shiro as much as possible.

Keith legit knows how to throw knives at people and once threw one Lance’s way to shut him up during training. It grazed his ear and Lance almost peed himself, and Keith had never felt more sorry in his life. Needless to say that everyone (even Keith) agreed that Keith is no longer allowed to use knives on the training deck when there’s someone else with him.

Allura is very good at keeping secrets. Unknown to the others, the mice tell her everything. 

Everyone is waiting for Keith to wake up one day and be purple.

Pidge is the ultimate matchmaker without meaning to. Every pair that she glances at and thinks “are those two dating?” will end up together within a short while. This excludes Keith and Lance, who she predicted would be dating about a few weeks after she met Keith, and so far no such luck.

Keith made the bomb that he set off at the Garrison himself. He got the ingredients at a local store that sold construction materials. The owner gave him a few weird looks, but didn’t say anything.

Keith is actually really intelligent, but he lacks social skills. When Lance asked him to help out with the Voltron cheer, Keith knew that Lance wanted him to say “-tron” but couldn’t grasp why, so he just blurted out “Voltron” to try to give Lance the clue that he wasn’t making any sense, and that Lance should try to either explain or change what he was saying so that Keith could understand. It makes him angry that Lance couldn’t make out what he was trying to say, and blames this on a mix of him not being able to understand, as well as Lance being stubborn.

Lance had become Keith’s unofficial translator for social cues. The two have come to an understanding in which all Keith has to do is look at Lance a certain way and he will explain for him.

Having to be precise in engineering and technical work, both Pidge and Hunk are very artistic. Both of them have notebooks containing drawings of the planets they’ve visited, aliens they’ve met, and concept art of the other paladins. Most of these concepts stemmed from the idea of “what would Keith look like if he were fully Galra?”, or alternatively, “what would the others look like if they were aliens?”

Lance understands just as much as Pidge and Hunk when it comes to machinery, but he creates his own terms and concepts so that he can grasp it easier, which is why he can’t understand what they’re saying when they “techno-babble”. It took him a while to figure out that Keith is much like him in this way, but instead of techno-babble, Keith gets confused with what Lance would consider ordinary conversation.

Pidge swears a lot but Keith is the only one who’s witnessed it and no one believes him. On the other hand, Keith’s language is actually pretty tame.

Lance commonly uses innuendo and Keith understands them all and it makes him uncomfortable. What he doesn’t know is that it’s Lance’s way of flirting with him.

Pidge constantly messes with Lance by pulling the genius card and getting him to believe the stupidest things. Lance knows that none of the things Pidge tells him are true, but he likes seeing the others get a laugh out of it.

If anyone tried to hurt Pidge, they wouldn’t have any time to run because the other paladins would’ve killed them a good ten times over.

Hunk is pan, Pidge is ace, Lance is bi, Keith is gay, Allura and Coran are straight, and Shiro is…… *x-files theme plays*

The humans of the Castle of Lions all have inside jokes. Shiro is Space Dad, Galra Keith is funnier than normal Keith, Lance acts surprised whenever someone refers to the fact that Pidge is a girl, “we do not mention the knife incident”, Lance referring to them as the Power Rangers - stupid little things.

Hunk knows many languages and Lance knows Spanish. They both have conversations in Spanish when they want to talk in private, but also have a game where they switch to Spanish just as Keith walks in the room and have a normal conversation while glaring at him - “how was your day?” *glare* “fine, yours?” *angry grumbling* - and it confuses Keith.

The paladins got in the habit of throwing things at each other when asked to pass them. They’ve gotten so good at it that they barely need to look where they’re throwing.

Keith is hyper when he’s sleep deprived and it creeps the shit out of everyone mainly because he’s a lot nicer, especially to Lance.

Keith and Lance sometimes end up switching jackets. The first time they did it on a dare, but they got used to just picking up whoever’s jacket was closest to them at the time and returning it later. Hunk thinks it’s adorable.

When Keith and Lance start arguing, you can bet Pidge is in the background going “just kiss already.” Hunk busted a lung laughing when he heard, Shiro was confused, and Keith and Lance forgot about their argument to instead protest on why they definitely weren’t going to kiss (to both their dismay).

Keith honestly didn’t remember Lance from the Garrison, but developed a crush on him after becoming paladins. He couldn’t understand why Lance hated him so much. In reality, Lance had a crush on Keith since seeing him the first time at the Garrison, and chalked up his feelings to jealousy of Keith’s skill, which developed into their one-sided rivalry.

Blue is always talking to Lance about how he should really go talk to Keith, dropping hints that they should get together. Red is more subtle and prefers to pest Keith with comments like “just fuck already.”

Shiro rants in Japanese when he’s frustrated, usually putting his hands to his face and mumbling to himself until he either calms down or everyone else goes away. This rarely happened, but back at the Garrison, Matt used to put a hand on his shoulder or rub his back until he stopped.

Matt had special goggles made during his time with the rebels to replace his glasses. 

Matt is openly gay and makes jokes and puns about it at every possible chance he gets.

Matt used to believe that Shiro died in the arena after stabbing him in the leg to take his place, but after hearing that the Champion became a pilot of Voltron, he sat down and laughed, crying tears of joy.

Other than Keith, only Matt knows that Shiro’s real name is actually Takashi, coining his nickname “Taka” back when they were in school.

BTS x Modern Magic!AU

i haven’t written something for all the boys in a while, so i decided to get back in the groove with this cute lil bangtan au ive been thinking about,,,,,,enjoy~


  • vampire 
  • he’s never actually bitten a person before because he grew up in a family of, to put it politely, “vegetarian” vampires. but even when it comes to drinking animals blood,,,,he feels horrible about it
  • like he’s always on the brink of starving because when he has to go out and hunt for food he like,,,like he catches a rabbit but he lets it go two minutes later because he’s like “i can’t,,,,it’s too cute,,,,,,,”
  • ever heard of a vampire having an ethical dilemma when it comes to feeding on an animal’s blood? no? well meet namjoon,,,,,,,,who all the other vampires said read too much ‘human’ philosophy and got tricked into being so damn humble
  • but you, who once took a philosophy course with namjoon in your class, figure out pretty early on that he’s a vampire
  • mostly due to his clumsiness as in ,,,, he was drinking red stuff out of a bottle that said ‘tomato juice’ but he had been picking at the label and it came off just in time for you to see under it the words ‘pigs blood’ and you were like what now
  • and namjoon begs you to not tell anyone he damn near cries and you’re like i wont ????? obviously you’re not dangerous if you’re here around people and haven’t attacked anyone by the way how long does that bottle of blood last you
  • and he’s like ,,,,,,usually others drink two of these a day but i make one last a week and you’re like what?? why ??
  • and he’s like “i ,,,, feel bad drinking blood,,,,,,,even an animals,,,,,like it died for me. it died for my sins,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like bro that’s deep but you do know that’s how the food chain works,,,,,and he sighs like yEAH ,,,,,,but i feel so bad,,,,,i need to go mourn the pig that died for this,,,,,
  • and you’re like in shock because what now is he seriously a vampire but also,,,,,,,you’re very intrigued and you’re like it’s kinda endearing how sulky and pouty he gets over literally????? eating his lunch 


  • potion brewer 
  • kind of runs out of a black market for other wizards and witches, but some humans find out about it through like back doors and things like that
  • he specializes in two things: truth potions and love potions. those are the most popular 
  • and other brewers say that it’s immoral to brew potions that tamper with peoples emotions like love potions or potions that force someone into only telling the truth but does yoongi really care? no. you know why? mmmmmmmmmoooonnnneeeyyyyy
  • what does he use in his potions? oh you know the usual rose thorns, goblin fingernails, unicorn horn, some interesting parts of fish, the fangs of a fallen vampire,,,,,,, the usual magical hocus-pocus ingredients that anyone who isn’t acquainted with magic would probably be horrified to touch 
  • yoongi’s brewing pot is passed down from generation to generation, just like how the families familiar is a crow,,,,things like this are just signature to the min wizards
  • and so you know,,,,you have no clue these people even exist until a friend of yours gets mixed up with it and comes running to you for help and you’re like ???? what you bought a love potion from some good looking guy in an alley and now he wants you to pay him an obscene amount of money??
  • and you go with her to meet ‘yoongi’ who explains that if your friend doesn’t pay up he’s got means of blackmail that could ruin her forever and you’re like “ok how much is the debt?” and when he says the number you damn near die,,,,,,,and you’re like “can i exchange anything else???” and yoongi thinks for a moment and he’s like “you can pay off her debt for her.” and you’re like how boy i am B roke and he’s like “easy. you work for me now.”
  • and with that he pulls you over and erases this whole thing from your friends mind in a matter of seconds and you’re like wwwwwhat,,,,,,is,,,,,happening and he’s like 
  • “first order of business, you need to drink this.” and he passes you this like black, bubbling drink and you’re like what ew no and he’s like hey. you belong to me until the debt is paid off
  • and so you drink it, and it surprisingly tastes like licorice and suddenly you notice an inking become visible on your skin and it’s a tattoo of a black crow that goes up you forearm and you’re like ????? rubbing at it with your finger and yoongi just laughs and is like
  • “it’ll stay on till we’re done here, let’s go human” and you’re like holy god what have i gotten myself into  
  • meanwhile yoongi is just like,,,,about you,,, like they’re cute,,, humans are usually not my style but ,,,,,hmm,,,,,,,he’s definitely interested in seeing how you two will get along ^^


  • clairvoyant 
  • really tired and bored of always being able to see the future and the outcomes of just about anything
  • will occasionally see the lottery numbers for the next day and ‘casually’ buy that card and ‘casually’ drop it beside someone who might look desperate for cash 
  • people have tried to become his friend simply to backstab him and take away his power, but thanks to his power he can see their plan and he’s like lmao yeah no get away from me or ill knock you out with my frying pan
  • “jungkook don’t run that way you’re bump right into namjoon and- oh there they go, namjoon make sure you don’t fall on your side it’s gonna hu- oh he already fell. whoops.”
  • you know jin because you work at a coffee shop he frequents and it’s really interesting because,,,,,,,if he focuses on you he can see that you’ll be quitting this job in the next 4 months to do something else and whenever you’re like “it’s really busy” he’s like “don’t worry, you won’t be here forever”
  • and you think he’s just being a kind, empathetic soul but lmao no he actually knows you won’t be there forever
  • but one day something happens that really startles him you guys are talking while you’re getting his change and you go “i wonder when ill meet the love of my life, valentines day is around the corner and it makes me so sad.”
  • and jin ,,,,, out of curiousity tries to focus on you and see how your love life will play out,,,,,,but he can’t. like at all
  • and he panics because is he losing his power???? but no if he focuses on your co-worker he can see that she’ll meet her husband in about 2 years on a trip abroad but you???? nothing
  • and when he gets home he calls up his mother, who has the same power and he’s like what does this mean??
  • and his mom is just like jin (: you know how clairvoyants can’t see their own futures? and he’s like yes,,,,,,
  • and his mom is like (: that (: means (: that (: person (: is (: part of your future honey~~~~~~!!!!!
  • and jin is like ,,,,, oh my god ,,,,,,,, 
  • and the next morning when he comes in he looks up at you while ordering and wow holy moley where you always this attractive,,,,,,


  • necromancer 
  • “guys i know you’re all dead, but you’re all my friends anyway. and no none of you can possess my body, you guys know that’s against the rules.”
  • started ‘accidentally’ summoning the spirits of the dead at a young age because apparently drawing a circle on the floor in chalk and then just sitting in it ,,,,added in ofc with hoseok’s magical aura was enough to pull all the ghosts that haunted the entire block into his room
  • and hoseok can conjure up the dead just about anywhere he goes and most of the time he doesn’t speak with their physical forms, but their energies still stuck on earth
  • and it’s a really cool ritual to get an actual physical body to come back to “life” but it involves too much blood and too much chanting for hoseok to ever try
  • and you are a strong believer in how ghosts are made up and fake and hoseok always chuckles under his breath when you’re like “the dead stay dead” and you wanna know why
  • so you keep pestering him and hoseok is like even if i told you you wouldn’t believe me
  • and you’re like try me !!! and he’s like “ok. i can call out dead people’s spirits and talk with them” and you’re like
  • well you’re like LOL you’re write i don’t believe you and hoseok huffs because fine let him prove it
  • and he’s like “you know how your family cat died when you were younger?? his name was mr. oreo right?” and you stop laughing because,,,,,how does he know that
  • and hoseok is like “when i call out a spirit i can do it by trying to call out spirits that follow alive humans. mr. oreo is following you right now. he keeps thinking you’ll get home and give him belly rubs.”
  • and you’re frozen because,,,,,holy hell how does he know that,,,,,,,
  • and hoseok is like “believe me now?”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,THATS SO COOL HOSEOK YOU’RE MAGICAL
  • and he’s like,,,,w,,,what??? because he DID NOT expect this reaction but at the same time he starts grinning and jumping up and down like “yeah!!!!! im magical!!!!!!” and you’re like omg grabbing his hand and you’re like we need to go to a cemetery or something we have to go talk to spirits!!!!!
  • and hoseok is like yeah we do- wAIT what cemetery heck no they’re creepy
  • and you’re like ?????? how can you find them creepy you literally bring back the dead
  • and he’s like nope. no. let’s just go over to my place and watch a ghost flick instead,,,,,,,,,,,and maybe ill try to summon the spirit of this old lady who lived above me before and you’re like cool sounds like a date
  • hoseok internally: screaming because you called this a date dghkbljfs


  • healer 
  • every part of him feels like it could heal any wound, from his smile to his soft hands to his sweet voice. but in reality it has to do mostly with his breathing and with concentration of his energy into the wound it’s actually a super tiring process and jimin usually passes out after healing just one person
  • but you know,,,,,,he’s still a glowing angel literally
  • it actually all matters on what type of illness the person has. for instance he can cure rashes with the touch of his finger, things like colds he has to focus only a bit of energy, but big bleeding wounds he has to hold his hands over the gashes or scratches and focus his energy into reviving the skin and tissue
  • and it’s really cool to watch because he emits this ring of golden when he’s completely focused and it looks really pretty,,,,,,,,aside from the fact that it’s literally like physically draining jimin of his own energy
  • you’re his assistant,,,,,since he faints after healing and needs his sweat dabbed from his forehead and things like that
  • you guess you’re a nurse,,,,,but jimin is much more magical than any doctor and he usually only heals other magical beings because if modern scientists found out about his abilities he’d probably just be taken in for experiments
  • and some of those beings are far from human looking, like jimin can also heal dragons and mermaids and even rejuvenate certain magical plants. 
  • you yourself don’t have the ability to heal like jimin, but jimin trusts you since you’ve been childhood friends and sometimes after a hard days work
  • he’ll go “you know,,,,,,out of everything my power can do it can’t work on me,,,,,,” and you’re like what do you mean you can heal your scratches just like everyone else’s
  • and jimin embarrassing smiles to himself and he’s like “yes,,,,but i can’t heal my own heart from my feelings,,,,,” and he like looks over at you from behind his eyelashes and you’re tilting your head a bit in confusion and he just chuckles
  • and you’re like ???? and he’s like “it’s ok though,,,,,,i have you to heal those feelings,,,,,,,,” he whispers this part so you don’t really make it out but,,,,,,,,lmao even in a magical!au,,,,jimin is quite the romantic 


  • animal whisperer
  • from horses to dogs to ants to snakes to birds to fish
  • he can understand and talk to them all,,,,,,and you’d be surprised how gossipy animals really are 
  • most other magical powers are inherited through family genetics and/or constant study of witchcraft but taehyung’s talent is singular to him because most people can only speak to one kind of animal,,,,,taehyung obviously can talk to them all
  • and people rumor that it’s because he was raised by wolves or something dumb like that. but it has more to do with the fact that taehyung just loves spending time with animals and so,,,,,,,he just picked up on as much as he could
  • and his favorite thing to do is to talk with domesticated pets. a lot of the times the stories are sad and dark, but sometimes the pets just spill embarrassing secrets and stories about their owners that make taehyung roll over in laughter
  • and that’s exactly what happens with you. as you’re walking your dog taehyung comes strolling by and asks if he can pet it and ofc you’re like sure!!!! and when he leans down
  • the dog is like “did you know every morning my owner turns on the same song,,,,,,,fire? i think is the name and they just dance around to it singing into a bursh like it’s a mic. isn’t that hilarious”
  • and taehyung can’t hold back his laughter and you’re like ???? and looking up at you taehyung gives you a once over and he’s like “i didn’t expect you to be the silly type.”
  • and you’re like ?????
  • and taehyung is like “i like that in someone, business on the outside but actually kind of goofy. im taehyung by the way, i also sing into a brush like a mic.”
  • and he sticks out his hand and you’re like wait what how does he KNOW,,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,,,,,goofy??
  • and taehyung is like “your dog here told me kindly about your dorky side, it’s cute though.”
  • and ofc you think he’s joking but tbh he’s handsome and sweet so you’re like “do you have a pet? i want it to tell me something funny about you too so we’re even hehe”
  • and taehyung grins and looks down at your pup and while you’re distracted taehyung is like “hey , do you think i have a chance?”
  • and the dog is like “with my owner? no way. they’re too cute for.” and taehyung is like hEY did i just get insulted by a dog
  • (but dw taehyung,,,,,,obviously you wouldn’t say no to a cute date with him????? right~~)


  • werewolf 
  • incredibly playful in and out of wolf form, loves pulling pranks and challenging older wolfs in the pack to play fights
  • which is not surprising because when he shifts back into human form, his arms and legs are all bruised up from those play fights but jungkook thinks they make him look really cool and strong
  • everyone swoons over his athletic body and they’re like WOW he must swim or play volleyball to have such strong upper arms and legs
  • lmao no it’s that when he’s in wolf form he spends like 85% of the time running around like crazy,,,,,,,like a literal puppy
  • his wolf form is really pretty,,,,his coat is a light brown but the fur around his ears and paws gets snowy white
  • and his eyes get sparks of blue between the browns of his pupils
  • the only problem is he’s reckless and so sometimes he’ll get too excited and parts of him will shift without him knowing
  • which is how you find out he’s a werewolf because you’re over at his place beating him at video games and jungkook gets way to riled up and stands up and you look over and you’re like wait
  • why does he have a tail????? and ,,,,,,, are those,,,,,,,,,,ears on the top of his head?????
  • and once you’re like uh jungkook i think you’re mutating,,,,,,jungkook is like oH DAmmit the pack is gonna kill me
  • and you’re like the pack,,,,,,,???? and jungkook is like “well im halfway there might as well show you the whole thing” and before you know it he’s shaking his upper body and suddenly,,,,,,,,in the living room of your friend jungkook’s house is a big,,,,,,,,,,wolf
  • and you’re like WHAT IN GODS NAME but then the wolf like nudges the controller with his nose and points to the screen of the paused game with it’s paw and you look at it the character on the screen is named jungkook
  • and you look back at the wolf and you’re like,,,,,,,y,,,,,,,you’re,,,,,,,jungkook?!??!??!
  • and in a moment the wolf begins to shake it’s head and jungkook comes back to his human form and you’re like WOAH and he’s like “it’s cool isn’t it????”
  • and you’re like “y-yeah but also,,,,,,,,,” and your eyes are closed now and you’re like “you’re naked. please put on some clothes dog boy”
  • and jungkook is like DOG BOY
  • but also he runs out of there because right shifting,,,,,leaves one exposed
  • but when he comes back you’re like,,,,,,much more comfortable with the fact that your friends a werewolf and you’re like 
  • “hey,,,,,,,can people hypothetically ride,,,,,,wolves like on their backs??”
  • and jungkook snorts like iM never letting you on my back
  • (but he actually ends up letting you get on his back in his wolf form because jungkook likes you and will never admit it but he wants to show off by running through the woods with you on his back and the face you make when you end up seeing how fast he is makes jungkook’s ego like x100000 times bigger and it’s cute ,,,,,,,,,,,, werewolf boy in love) (get the pun?)

anonymous asked:

I'm really excited to see if you think of the 'bedroom scene' (this sounds so weird) as a good or as a bad thing since people seem to have very different opinions about this moment

(‘bedroom scene’ sounds excellent and I’ll defend that name until death lmao)

OK YOU ASKED FOR IT,,, IT’S LONG BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS :P The way I see it, the scene wasn’t as extreme as most people make it out to be. It wasn’t overwhelmingly positive but it wasn’t drastically negative either. It was… a scene. A shared moment between them that gave us insight about how Lance thinks of Keith and what Keith still needs to work on as a leader.

It beings when Lance comes into the room. He knocks and waits for Keith to acknowledge him but there is not a single doubt in his mind that Keith will allow him into his room. He marches in without hesitation and Keith moves aside, no questions asked. Lance had known that Keith would listen to him. 

That’s a huuuuge improvement from s1. S1 Lance would never have considered going to Keith about his problems and s1 Keith would have probably just stared at Lance in confusion, blocking the doorway. Not here though. Keith is happy that Lance visited him. As soon as Lance admits that he wants to talk about something that troubles him, Keith starts smiling. 

It’s honestly adorable how happy he is. “Wow, it really must be bothering you if you’re coming to talk to me.” He’s just- he’s so happy, he even made a joke, he was delighted that Lance thought of depending on him when he needed help. We already know how much value Keith places on “bonding” but this was a crucial moment for him; Lance has shown that he supports Keith in the first few episodes of s3 but supporting someone and trusting them with your own troubles are two different things. Lance trusts Keith, he really really does and Keith is finally starting to realize it.

Then Lance says it’s because he is the “team leader” now. Keith’s expression falls.

But here’s the thing. Shiro was already back at that point. And I mean back as in ‘already in his new outfit and out of his room’-back. It makes sense that Lance wouldn’t want to burden him with heavy decisions but this is not a heavy decision (even if Lance might think otherwise hah). If he still thought of Keith the way he had thought of him in s1 he would have gone to Shiro with this.

So why did he choose Keith? Multiple reasons, probably - because he didn’t want to bother Shiro, because Keith has actually seen his skills on the battlefield and is the only ‘battle-leader’ qualified to make a decision, because he knows Keith would listen, because he knows that Keith would never lie to him, because he trusts Keith. Lance is insecure and he doesn’t like to show it, even when he told Coran about his homesickness it was Coran that approached him. Not here though. Lance approaches Keith out of his own free will. Between Keith and Shiro it’s probably easier for Lance to show this side of himself to Keith, someone he sees as distinctly human/reachable (they are “neck to neck”) as opposed to someone levels above him (his “hero”). 

Then the whole spiel starts. Keith… at first Keith genuinely doesn’t understand what’s going on. Lance is like “I’ve been doing some math” and Keith is like “lol ok yeah your math is correct”. Then it slowly dawns on him as Lance keeps explaining his reasoning. He follows along until “maybe the best I can do for the team is to step aside”. 

By then the importance of the moment has fully sunken in. He understands that Lance is serious about this but he doesn’t understand how he reached that conclusion. He’s like “what are you talking about?!” and when Lance tells him that Keith would want his best soldiers on the front line - excluding himself with that statement - Keith can’t even begin to explain how wrong that is. The thing about these two is that they raaarely have heart-to-hearts and in those they have had it was usually Lance comforting Keith or Keith just… going along with whatever Lance initiates.

But that doesn’t work this time. Lance expects him to take the lead and so Keith does what he always does when he is confronted with emotions like insecurity: tell Lance (or himself) to suck it up and deal with it. He didn’t mean any ill by it, it’s just how Keith usually deals with feelings. He shoves troubles and doubts aside and focuses on what he can do. He lives in the moment, Lance lives in the future. “Stop worrying about who flies what and just focus on your mission. Things will work themselves out” was genuine advice from Keith^^’

[it might also be a failed attempt at offering comfort - Keith doesn’t really believe in things working themselves out, so when he says that he’s basically telling Lance that the team is going to work it out. Which is exactly what happens later, Keith was ready to give up his lion and stay at the castle ship. There is no way Lance could have known that on his own though… and I’m not sure if Keith was even consciously aware of what he was implying with these words :’D]

[flat out rejection to discuss things his friends worry about is not new behavior for him either - he did the same thing back in s2e1 when he Shiro asked him to lead Voltron in case he’s not there anymore. He dismissed Shiro’s concerns with “stop talking about that, nothing is gonna happen to you”. Keith is just plain bad with words, it’s definitely something he needs to work on,,,]

Anyway, Lance’s reaction to Keith’s words is an immediate draw back. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks.” Which is completely understandable, anyone in his situation would have felt as if their worries just got dismissed. And Keith realizes he has fucked up, he calls out to him with a sad expression:

Before making that one “leave the math to Pidge joke”:

It was an attempt to cheer Lance up and Lance recognized the joke for what it was, so he smiled. He smiled because it was a joke and to let Keith know that his efforts are appreciated, but the joke didn’t make the lack of help from before any better or worse. Lance has gotten nothing out of it besides being able to guess that Keith probably cares about him - but he already knew that, otherwise he wouldn’t have approached him in the first place. Keith got out of this that Lance needs support, even if he has not the slightest clue on how to provide it (and he isn’t the type that would go to other people with this issue; not if Lance has approached him privately). 

This scene wasn’t a “big klance moment”, it was just one step of many in their relationship. They are developing slowly, from ‘rivals’ to tentative friends. I don’t think that Keith helped Lance much, there is definitely a loooot of langst still coming up thanks to his failure of supporting him here, but I don’t think that he destroyed the fragile foundations of their friendship with this either. Lance might hesitate or choose not to approach him again if he has more self-confidence issues but I doubt that he blames Keith for that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The same way he had his reasons to not approach Hunk, Pidge, Allura or Shiro this time he might have his reasons not to go to Keith next time. That doesn’t mean he values their developing relationship any less :D

Abandoned (Harry Hook Drabble)

A/N: Hey, so this was inspired by prompts given to me by @butterflywingednight and @thilda. It’s basically just Harry’s thoughts and feelings on Uma’s departure for Auradon the night of the Cotillion. I didn’t really mean for it (lbr, I totally did), but it kinda gave way into a poly relationship between Harry/Uma/Gil. If that’s not your cuppa tea, then it could be read as a close friendship/camraderie between the three. I might do a part 2 with an interaction between Harry and Uma, but for now, this is between Harry and Gil (my two sweet boys who I will protect forever). Also, sorry if both boys seem OOC, I was just trying to show the potential vulnerability that Harry possesses and that Gil isn’t as dumb as people think. Enjoy xx


Harry Hook couldn’t tell time, but he knew that much of it had passed since Uma had fled to go through the barrier before it closed. The Cotillion had began at six pm, as the reporters announced to the kingdom over the television. The dusk sky bled into night as the clock ticked on methodically. The young Scottish pirate grew anxious, as he didn’t know what was going on over in Auradon. The last thing he and the rest of the crew saw was King Ben’s gift for Mal, his one true love, before the connection was cut. The Captain hadn’t show face since, and no one knew of her whereabouts. The last Harry had seen her, she was explaining her plan to him, Gil, and the others.

He didn’t enjoy the thought of his Captain over in enemy territory without him, but he trusted her enough to let her leave alone. She was strong and cunning, he knew that. But his nerves weren’t settled, still, as Ursula’s Fish and Chips slowly became vacant as the night wore on. The distant sound of music and fireworks were all that could be heard. All of the other pirates left, trusting Uma’s right-hand man to keep things under control. And that was what terrified Harry. What was he to do now? He has no clue how to run the crew as smoothly as Uma did. Sure, he was intimidating, could keep the pirates on a leash enough to not allow the both the literal and metaphorical ship to sink. But Uma was wise beyond her years, she knew everything about the sailors that she could use to benefit herself, to easily manipulate anyone on the Isle into doing her bidding. She was made to be a leader, a Captain. Although Harry was the son of one of the best pirate Captains (he would say the best, if he knew Uma wouldn’t make him walk the plank), but he didn’t have half the skill that the young sea witch possessed.

Harry was known by anyone who crossed his path to be rash, and a bit unhinged. That was why he and Uma worked so well together; she was there to keep him in check when he became too reckless. Who was going to do that now that she was gone? ‘Not gone,’ Harry thought to himself, ‘she wouldn’t leave us here forever.’ The young lad kept repeating this to himself in his head, if only to appease his worry. But no matter how many times he tried to reassure himself that Uma didn’t abandon him them - no, she was going to come back. She had to come back - Harry couldn’t stop the frown from forming on his handsome face. He began to pace, muttering to himself, his pirate hat abandoned on the bar.

This was how Gil found him not thirty minutes later. He was worried, not only for his Captain, but for the First Mate. The brawny teen wasn’t considered bright by any means, but he knew those two more than anyone. He knew that Harry would be distressed over the mere thought of having to run the crew. Despite his charming facade, the middle Hook child wasn’t always confident. If he couldn’t properly be a leader, he would let his father down, and that was one of his biggest fears. Gil tried to quietly enter the restaurant, but to no avail; he accidently knocked into one of the tables, causing Harry to startle. Gil became even more worried for his companion, because this wasn’t like Harry at all. He was always on guard, even around his own. No one on the Isle could be considered trustworthy.

The two young men stared at each other with deer-in-headlights looks for a few moments before Gil slowly made his way over to the other. “Um, no one’s seen Captain around shore, but Desiree and Jonas are keeping look out. Just thought you should know.” Gil spoke quietly, but the words still pierced the air as if he had shouted them. If it were possible, Harry’s face seemed to fall even more. He nodded, straightening up as if to seem more in control of his emotions. But Gil knew that wasn’t the case. Neither boy said anything as they sat together at the nearest table, their knees bumping into each other underneath. Harry found comfort in knowing the other was there.

Gil was someone he could rely on, someone he didn’t feel as obligated to put on a mask in front of. Gaston’s third son was the most open-minded, non judgemental person Harry had ever met, and that was rare for a VK. Gil was one of the only people that the young Hook felt no need to impress, because he didn’t feel threatened by him. That was hardly the way he felt with Uma. And yet, he cared for them both so deeply. Uma made him feel like he should live every moment to the fullest, like he was a wild animal freed from a cage. Gil, on the other hand, brought him a sense of peace. Harry took comfort in the jokes and sheer happiness from the other boy. They were like his dark and light, night and day; he needed them both to balance himself out. At that moment, Harry needed calm, to not worry. Even just being in the presence of the blonde eased him a little. The warmth of his legs in between his, the sound of his soft breathing filling the still night.

Harry let himself speak, not caring about the emotions leaking into his voice. “I dunno what I’m gonna do. I never… I never imagined doin’ anythin’ without her, ya know? She’s always been by muh side.” Though he spoke softly, Gil heard the worry in his words loud and clear. He looked the Scot dead in the eyes as he replied. “She has a good reason for doing this, you know that. She will not abandon us.” Whether he meant “us” as in the whole crew, or as in Harry and Gil, it didn’t matter. Harry didn’t doubt their truthfulness for a second. He brushed his fingers against the other boy’s hand that rest on the table top, the two sitting in silence, waiting for their Captain to return.

anonymous asked:

Lotor may trust his Generals but not necessarily care for them. He is known to use people for his own agendas. Why would he blame Acxa for failing to stop Voltron when all she was doing was following his orders down to the last detail? That in itself gives a clue to how Lotor really sees his Generals. He trusts them sure but he also kind of manipulates them. He makes them believe his duplicitousness is ok and that he should never be held accountable for his mistakes.

I’m not really sure where you read that, and I’m not saying that to be argumentative, I’m saying that because I genuinely don’t get that impression anywhere in Lotor’s behavior.

We see Lotor discussing, with the team, exactly how he engages with the main empire and how he manipulates people like Throk. They’re the people he discusses his real feelings with behind Throk’s back.

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Imperfect Pt. 3 [Batsis]

@kpkarlee @jadedhillon @dc-comics-imagines @cleopatra-isis

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I know it isn’t that good, but I really wanted it to be out. I know people waited so I hope I didn’t disappoint :)

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1314

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3



Bruce didn’t need a case in addition to the headache [F/N] had given him, but apparently luck wasn’t on his side.

A sigh left his lips as he approached the Commissioner, who stood next to the light source of the iconic beam of light. Damian and Dick were not too far behind, also annoyed that they had a case that night–actually, only Damian was. However, Bruce knew that the case would be about the incident Dick informed him of earlier.

“Commissioner.” said Bruce.

“Batman.” Commissioner Gordon nodded his head, “there’s been another murder.”

“So I’ve been told.” Bruce stated. “You need my help.”

The Commissioner cleared his throat. “Actually, this case isn’t mine.”

Bruce frowned. “Then whose is it?”

“It’s mine.” said an all too familiar voice that made Bruce’s eyes widen. He saw his own daughter–the same daughter that made herself drunk in less than an hour at the party and went around flirting with literally every man in the hall–step forward. She was dressed modestly, a sight he wasn’t used to.

Shock and confusion filled Bruce’s head. What was she doing here? Why was she involved in the case? Was this even his daughter? His [F/N] was a party animal who flung herself at every man in her sight. She was a careless, impulsive woman stuck in her teens.

“[F/N] Wayne?” he asked, keeping his tone leveled.

“It’s Agent Wayne, actually.” she smiled, showing her badge. Bruce almost choked on his own saliva.

A CIA Agent?!

He tried to keep himself composed but his head was spinning as he tried to wrap it around the idea of [F/N] being a CIA agent. It was difficult to believe, especially after everything he saw and heard. When he was with her she was a spoiled kid with no sense of responsibility.

However, he also knew that it could all be an act. After all, he also built quite a reputation for himself as Bruce Wayne. It seemed that [F/N] did the exact same thing… and she fooled everyone.

That was when he realized his own daughter had crafted the biggest lie of them all, and that he had no clue who [F/N] Wayne truly was.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” said the Commissioner. “Miss Wayne, if you require assistance from the law enforcement, you know where to find me.” 

“Thank you Commissioner.” [F/N] smiled. As soon as Commissioner Gordon left the rooftop, her smile dropped. 

Damian stood next to Bruce, looking just as shocked. “How did you become an agent?” he managed to utter out, his tone mocking. 

[F/N] approached them but stood a distance away. “Is that the tone you should be using on your older sister?” Her lips twitched upwards. “I guess that’s to be expected.” She failed to mask the pain in her voice.

Damian made a surprised noise. She knew about their secret identities too?

To Bruce though, that didn’t come as a surprise. If she was a CIA agent and managed to keep it a secret from a family of detectives, she definitely already knew of their nightly activities.


“All along. I just never told anyone.” she admitted, “except Dick.”

Everyone turned their head to Dick with a glare. Dick brought his hands up in defeat. “Hey! She told me literally two hours ago!”

Bruce sighed and turned back to his daughter, looking at her once again. It was the first time he was looking at her, truly looking at her. He wanted to be angry with her, but he couldn’t help but also feel a sense of pride.

It was a strange feeling, mixed with the guilt of how he treated her all these years. She wasn’t a disappointment. He didn’t do anything wrong. 

[F/N] Wayne turned out fine. In fact, she turned out amazing. Not only was she able to create a misleading image of herself, she was able to fool her own family while being a CIA agent despite being so well-known, and she hadn’t gotten caught yet. That took skills, a lot of skills.

He couldn’t think of anything but the way he looked at her whenever she came to visit, the horrible things he said about her to Alfred and the boys. He was disappointed in himself for not discovering her secret earlier, for not realizing that his [F/N] would never turn out like what she made them believe she turned out. 

She was his daughter, a Wayne, his own flesh and blood. He should know that she wasn’t like that at all. 

But did Bruce really know his own daughter? After all, he missed so much of her life, especially when he devoted his life to fighting crime. He took in other children, training them and often leaving for weeks to months on missions. [F/N] Wayne, his daughter, his dear, sweet daughter, was always alone. 

Upon the realization, Bruce begun to understand why she chose to lie, why she chose to be her own person.

“Never mind any of this, we have work to do.” said [F/N], her eyes hardening. “This case is very important and I’d like to catch the one responsible as soon as possible.”

She began to explain the situation and what they had so far and it was dire indeed. She told them how if it got really bad she may have to call the CIA and FBI and she clearly expressed her desire not to do that.

“Please find out all you can about the suspects. Don’t do anything rash that may alert them of our presence.” said [F/N] once she was done.

Bruce nodded solemnly; this case was obviously important to her and it was the least he could do.

“What about you?” asked Damian.

“I will be doing my own investigation, utilizing the resources of the law I have access to.” [F/N] answered. “The victim surely left his research and progress somewhere as well. It may contain valuable information, so I’ll be looking into that as well.”

Damian nodded, staying silent. He had long since recovered from his initial shock and as he watched his older sister speak, he couldn’t help but come to the same realization as their father and gain a level of respect for her.

“Thank you.” She gave them a bittersweet smile that showed her happiness of being with her family, but the unbearable pain of years of being the other child.

Dick left quickly and dragged Damian along, leaving Bruce with his eldest daughter. He glanced at her and saw she was avoiding his gaze. He sighed and decided to say something.

“You sure you can handle this?” he inquired with concern.

“I’ve been in much worse situations than this. I’ll be fine dad.” she muttered.

“Care to tell me a few examples?”

“Russia, North Korea, Iraq, Sudan, to name a few.” she listed, “the government sends me to act as their spy in those countries. My job is to keep an eye on the other governments, make sure there aren’t threats. Sometimes I’m called to smuggle out several people, sometimes I have to infiltrate an organization. It’s really all over the place. I do whatever the task calls for.“

To her surprise, Bruce chuckled lowly. “What?” she asked. After all, she had never seen her dad smile before, not around her.

“You’re more like me than anyone thought.” he stated.

“Yeah, well… I am your daughter.” [F/N] retorted, “even when I don’t act like it… even when you may not see me as a daughter.”

“[F/N]…” Bruce trailed off, wanting to say something to reassure her, but what could he say? What could he possibly say right now?

[F/N] shook her head and took a step back. “Let’s just get going. We have a case to solve and time is not in our favor.”

Without another word, she left the rooftop, leaving a loud silence in her wake.

My feelings on the PLL Finale

This is the post I promised about all of my feelings about the finale and the show, now that it has come to a close. I don’t have many good things to say about it so I am warning you now before you start reading. If you enjoyed the finale and are the kind of person whose mood (and in turn opinions) can be affected by those of others if they don’t match their own, don’t read on. Unfollow me, because a lot of what I post or reblog from now until I stop using this account will not be positive.

I envy any of you who loved the finale, as I mentioned yesterday, because this show has been really close to my heart, and I wouldn’t want to be the person who ruins those memories for you because I know how easy it is to change your mind about how you feel about something if everyone (or at least the majority) around you doesn’t feel the same way as you. If I were you, I would guard my feelings fiercely (if I were content with the finale) and keep away from all accounts that might make me second guess my views. However, if you are interested and can tolerate diverse views, or if you share the same frustrations as me, you’re welcome to read on!

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There’s only so much you can do, Neil thought, sitting on the couch. 

Matt out was getting dinner, staying only overnight.

He still hated it, being alone. He’d spent too much time alone, and had never opted for it, if given a choice. 

Long distance meant he didn’t have one.

It wasn’t like his fifth year at Palmetto: He had purpose, and he had a role to fill. A team to bring to success. A coach with a careful eye, an almost-friend to become close to. 

There was nothing like that here, in New York. 

He was living in the most horrible of apartments, because he was paranoid. He’d made the cut, but pleasing the Moriyamas depended on how well his team would succeed that season. 

That wasn’t purpose. It was survival, all over again. Eating because it was necessary, sleeping because it was necessary. 

And fuck – even Exy. He felt the same rush when he leapt and slung a ball just out of reach of the goal keeper’s net, but the ever-present weight still sat on his shoulders. Knowing that he couldn’t play this sport just because he loved it, but that he had to give what he earned over in exchange for his life.

He wouldn’t be able to quit exy, even if he was starting to hate it. 

Which he was. 

Practise reminded him of when he willingly agreed to signing his life down, because he’d thought there hadn’t been any other alternatives. There had been alternatives. Neil of all people should have remembered that: There was no one way to get out of a sticky situation. It was never simply life or death. 

He should have offered something else. There was a buzz in his brain that he couldn’t ignore, and it made it difficult to think, but there had to be some other way he could have done it. 

A way that wouldn’t have torn him and Andrew apart, putting hundreds of miles between them. 

Maybe – maybe if they were together, actually together – this wouldn’t have happened. 

Exy was – had been – everything. To Neil. But he knew that he would put Andrew above his career, which whittled down to the simplest of facts Neil already knew: He would die. For Andrew. To keep Andrew alive. To keep Andrew happy. 

Blindly, Neil thought that Andrew thought more or less the same. He’d had enough of repeating his old mantra of I’m nothing. He wasn’t nothing. But he wasn’t anything to Andrew. 

Six days, no calls, no texts. Absolutely nothing, not since Neil had sent the i know about him. 

Foolishly, he’d called Nicky. 

“Oh. Neil.” Nicky was foolish and in perfect love with a man who was in perfect love with him. “I – Maybe Andrew’s just an open-relationship person. It might not mean he doesn’t–” Nicky cut off unsubtly, because no one ever mentioned it around either of them. They didn’t know what it meant. “–you. Not any less. Some people just are – bigger than one person.”

But I’m not. Neil wasn’t. He was the narrowest of pin holes: He was pretty sure that there would only be one man he could feel this way for. For the same man to be able to see beyond Neil was – a pretty absurd idea. 

Nicky had apologised, Neil had nodded despite it being a phone call, knowing Nicky couldn’t see him, and hung up before he could hear another one of Nicky’s sighs. 

He’d turned to Matt, instead, who lived in Augustus but was up in New York. He’d said he was visiting his mother for the week – Neil knew a lie when he heard one – and promised to come over. 

Half of the scotch bottle on the table in front of Neil was empty. The buzzing in his head wouldn’t go away. 

“I’m back, buddy.” Matt eyed the bottle. “Too drunk to eat?”

“I’m not drunk.” Neil’s voice sounded quiet and small. 

“I’m sorry, Neil.” When Matt was already halfway through his container of take-out.

“I don’t understand why people are apologising.” Neil was just stabbing his food. He wasn’t hungry. 

“It’s a way of trying to connect with you, on an emotional level.” Matt had never laughed at Neil fumbling around with how to talk to people as a person. He’d always just been blunt and factual but forgiving and understanding when Neil fucked up or didn’t know what to say. 

Neil really appreciated that. 

“He cheated on you, Neil. That’s what it is: I can see you trying to work it out under those curls.”

Neil stabbed at his food again. “Makes me sound like some distressed wife on a reality TV show.”

“He didn’t tell you. You never agreed to it. That makes it cheating. Nicky’s ‘he could just be an open-relationship’ is bullshit and you know it. You know him better than all of us.”

“I want to ignore it.” Neil hated how raw it sounded. “But I’m mad, too. I don’t understand it.”

“You’d think he’d be more careful.” Mat murmured. 

“What, like it was an accident?”

“No. But you’re you. And he knows you. You’d think he’d be more –” Matt couldn’t find the word he was looking for and eventually clamped his mouth shut. 

“I’m not exactly sure what that’s supposed to mean. But it’s – if he needed to find someone else, then what don’t I –” 

“Have that he’s looking for? Yeah.” Matt dropped his container onto the table. “Yeah, no. Neil. There’s absolutely nothing you should have to do to make him stay. You’re not unsatisfactory or not enough. If Andrew wasn’t happy with you, then fuck him.”

That hurt. “But what if I was happy with him?” 

Matt shut his eyes. “That’ll be the hard part, Neil.” 

Neil looked back at his food. “You think I should end it.”

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Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Jason is the P.E. teacher and you’re a fifth grade teacher. You both don’t exactly get along, but students wanted you together.

Key: Y/N= your name, L/N= last name

It was just another school year when the elementary school hired on a new physical education teacher. The last one didn’t exactly take to the students very well and was subsequently fired. Jason Todd decided to start teaching because he thought it would be a breeze, also there were people there that could help him, right?

You were one of the fifth grade teachers and you loved teaching. It was your passion, something you had wanted to do from a young age. The kids loved you and you cared for everyone of them equally. This year was going to be interesting because a brand new teacher was going to be trying there luck with the students. The students that went to this school weren’t angels per se, but they weren’t difficult if you didn’t know how to deal with children. As a teacher, you respected that the students had to have P.E., yet it was always such a bother on your schedule. Because of that, you never made it a priority to help or really talk to the P.E. teacher.

The first day was upon you and you, as always, weren’t ready. Even if you spent the entire summer getting ready, you could never be ready for the first day of school. You played all your “get-to-know-you” games and as you finished the last one, it was time to go to the gym.

“Okay guys, line up oldest to youngest then we’ll go to the gyms for P.E.,” you spoke with an excited tone and all your students rushed up asking each other their birthdays. After they lined up and you double checked, you took head and marched your way to the gymnasium. You had the student fill into the gym and sit on the floor in front of the office door.

You knocked. No one answered. You knocked again, a little harder. The students snickered as there was still no answer. You banged on the door, “Hello?” You took out your keys and searched for the one to the door. You opened the door to find a frazzled man tearing up the room. “Sir,” you sighed, exasperated, “do you need help?”

Jason spun around and collected himself. “Uh, no. No, I’m good. I’m good.” He gave a flashy debonair smile.

“Well, if you’re ‘good’, would you like to teach this class?” You nodded to the students behind you. They were all laughing and giggling because of the teacher who thinks he can handle them.

“Right!” Jason strode out of the office and stood full height in front of the children. This quieted them down. “Alright class,” he began, he looked them over with a fire in his eyes. “Who wants to play dodge ball!” The class screamed in delight, scrambling to their feet.

You shook your head and started to head back to your classroom when a hand grazed yours. “Hey, I never caught your name.” Jason looked at you expectantly.

“Y/N L/N, and yourself?” You sounded slightly annoyed.

“Jason Todd.”

“Well Mr. Todd, I’m off to my classroom. You’ll bring them back at the end of the period. I expect them on time, not a minute late. Also, George has asthma. I hope you know how to take care of that.”

Jason nodded, “I’ve got it all under control. Nothing to worry about here.” As he finished his sentence, Amelia was hit so hard, she fell flat on her back. A minute passed and she sprung right back up.

You turned back after you saw she was uninjured. “Okay… just don’t let anyone die,” you spoke uncertainly, doubting the ability of the new guy. Jason encouraged you to leave and you walked away, worrying about the safety of your kids.

“Hey little dudes! We have five minutes left, so let’s clean up the balls and get ready to head on back.” The class period was easier than Jason expected, with the exception of a few minor injuries. The students groaned, but did as they were told.

Annabel, a girl with golden pigtails, hopped up to Jason. “Mr. Todd? Do you like Ms. L/N?”

Taken slightly aback by the question, Jason stuttered, “I mean yeah- I guess- I mean she’s nice, I think.”

Then the hoard of little children came flocking over asking questions. “Mr. Todd do you like like Ms. L/N?”

“Mr. Todd, would you marry Ms. L/N?”

“Mr. Todd-”

“Mr. Todd-”

“Enough! Guys! We have to get back on time. If we don’t, Ms. L/N will never like like me, okay?” Getting the message, all the children lined up and waited to be guided back to their class.

About halfway through the school year, your students started to act strange. They began to ask very personal questions like ‘What’s your favorite restaurant?’ or ‘What is the best thing in a guy?’. the questions weren’t exactly foreign to you as a teacher, but they always were strange and unexpected. It wasn’t until they started to act odd as they went to P.E. that you began to get curious.

“Ms. L/N do you like people who speak other languages,” Amelia probed.

“Yes Amelia, it’s quite the talent. I have a question for you: why do you want to know?” You watched as the students blushed and snickered with each other. “I feel left out, what’s the joke?”

George spoke up, “We’re just curious! There’s nothing special!”

Gosh kids are terrible liars. “Well okay. Look at the time, let’s line up!”

You strode to the gym, a million things on your mind, unaware of the little giggles that arose from behind you.

Unbeknownst to you, your class had been relaying the information they were gathering to Jason. They were working to get you and him together. Jason found it endearing that they were so interested in your love life, but he never actually planned to make a move. When the students arrived at the gym that day, he noticed the way they acted and the way you had no clue.

“Hello Ms. Y/N and hello to you kids. There wouldn’t happen to be anything you want to say, would there?” He look knowingly to the students and they all giggled more.

“No Mr. Todd,” they sang in unison. That’s when you knew something was up. Your students were never so perfect, not even for the principle. As your students began to file in the gym, almost all of them ‘casually’ bumped you and Jason towards one another. Annabel was the last push that was so surprisingly strong, you fell onto Jason. 

You blushed furiously, “I’m so sorry. I lost my balance. Sorry.”

“You’re good,” he chuckled. He held you in his arms longer than accepted, but you didn’t move. You were lost in his eyes. You had never really taken time to look at the handsome man causing you to turn beet red. Jason looked at your face and felt like he was seeing you for the very first time.

The moment was cut off by the groans and tittering behind them. Broken from your trace, you stepped back. Jason, disappointed from your retreat, smirked knowingly. “I don’t know about you, but I know you pretty well and I think we’d be perfect for each other. How ‘bout a date?”

You nodded, “Yes! I mean, yes. That sounds like a plan. Friday?”

Jason smiled, “It’s a date.”

You heard cheers and turned to the children who were running around and bouncing excitedly. Their plans worked!


A few years later, Annabel, George, Amelia and the others weren’t shocked to find out that their favorite teachers in their last year of elementary school had gotten engaged after lord knows how long. They all got together and decided to visit you two, but not after pitching in to buy a wedding gift.

The students made there way into the school and followed their feet to their old classroom. They peaked in and saw you talking to a class.

One, two, three…

The kids burst into the classroom shouting a chorus of “Ms. L/N!”

Shocked, you took a minute to remember the faces that stood before you. When you did, you began to say hello to everyone. Telling them how old they look and how old you feel. They laughed. “What are you all doing here?”

“We came to congratulate you on the engagement! It took long enough,” Annabel, golden hair in a single braid, sang.

You laughed, “Well, I was just about to take the class to P.E., would you all like to tag along?” The older students agreed excitedly. You shook your head, smiling, “Okay. Everyone, line up youngest to oldest!” Your former students took there spot at the back of the line, chittering excitedly. “Hush back there!” They quieted down, but still chatted.

Your class filed into the gym and you met your fiance with a kiss. He smiled, “Hello Ms L/N.”

“Mr. Todd. You have visitors.” Curiosity filled the man and he peaked beyond your shoulder. His face lit up as he saw the crowd of previous students.

They came in and said hi and bickered excitedly with their previous teachers. They explained why they came and how happy they were for their favorite teachers.

“Also….we have a present!” You and Jason began to deny the gift. “No, no, no! We insist!”

Amelia passed you a bag. In side the bag was two pieces of wood with something written on each. The first said ‘Do you need help’ with your name written underneath. You laughed and read the second one ‘Uh, no. No, I’m good. I’m good.’ with Jason’s name written as the byline. You looked at him and he gazed at you.

Your first words to each other. It was perfect.

Memory Loss - BakuDeku

Summary: One day, Bakugou wakes up and doesn’t remember any of the events that happened the day before. Then, he finds out why…

Rated: PG-13 (for swearing and it’s sad man)

Pairing: Izuku x Bakugou

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Inspired by this promptEvery night you wipe all of your memories from your brain. Every morning you realise your amnesia was intentional. Everyday you find out why…

I don’t want to feel like this anymore …

Ring, ring, ring! Bakugou’s phone shakes on his bedstand. His eyes weakly open up and he takes it, swiping the screen to shut it off. The alarm notification disappears from his screen and he groans, putting his head into the pillow.

“What day is it today…” Bakugou flips back over, putting the phone close to his face. The screen slowly come into focus. It was Friday. He had work on Fridays. What time was it…

“Shit!” He jolts up, seeing that it’s almost 8am and he needed to get to the office.

Quickly scrambling out of bed, Bakugou throws on a shirt and tie, plus some slacks that he swore were clean. He fixes his tie in his mirror then sprints out, nearly forgetting his briefcase.

Once he has everything he needs, he heads out, hoping to grab the train and make it to work on time.

Luckily, the train is kind to him and he managed to squeeze in just as it is about to close its doors. He takes a gentle breath and plops down on one of the available seats.

Leaning back on the window, he looks onto the Japanese cityscape. He loved this city, not just because it was vibrant, but because it was beautiful. What a place to live. It was continually in flux, people going in and out. There was always somewhere to be.

The train calls his stop and he runs out, checking his watch. It was 8:45, he might just make it to the office in time. Trying his best to speed walk, he manages to get to the office right on time.

“I’m here!” Bakugou says, sweaty and in a daze. Uraraka, the general receptionist for the offices in his building, looks at him funny, “what are you doing here?”

Bakugou takes a couple fast breaths, spitting out a word in between, “what?”

“…you’re from the law office right?” She asks, handing him a tissue.

“Yeah,” Bakugou takes the tissue, wiping away the sweat on his brow with it.

With a soft chuckle, Uraraka says, “you do know you’re supposed to be on a retreat this weekend, right?”

“R..retreat?” Bakugou was so confused.

“It’s on my calendar,” Uraraka tilts her head, “says you all have today and this weekend off.”

He didn’t have any notice of a retreat…did he? He pulls out his phone and checks his email. There it was, loud and clear, an email he received yesterday. It outlined the retreat and asked those not going to reply. Bakugou scrolls down and there was a reply from him.

“I said I wasn’t going…” Bakugou looks back up at Uraraka.

“Well…” she thinks then says, “that’s quite strange…”

His eyes go back to the email, and they responded that he was welcome to just take the weekend off. Why doesn’t he remember?

“Yeah,” Bakugou then quickly shakes his head and puts his bag on his shoulder, “sorry, I…I’ll just go.”

“Have a nice day, Bakugou!” Uraraka waves then goes back to typing on her computer.

Why can’t he remember…he assumed if it was something like not having to go to work, he’d remember. It was all so strange. Bakugou taps his forehead a few times then he realizes…

“I don’t remember yesterday at all,” Bakugou tries to think back but nothing is coming up. He doesn’t remember what he ate for breakfast. He doesn’t remember if he was early or late for work. He doesn’t even remember working.

Bakugou hops onto the train home and tries to force himself to remember what happened yesterday but…he just can’t. It’s like the memory just disappeared.

When he gets back to his apartment, he decides to look for some clues. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary inside. There were dishes in the sink and food in the trash so he must’ve at least ate yesterday. There were no signs of anything unusual.

Pulling out his phone, he looks to his messages for some answers. There wasn’t much out of the ordinary. He had the usual work emails he had to send out to clients. He had spam emails on his personal account.

Switching to text messages, he looks to see if anything stands out here. There was also nothing. It doesn’t seem like he has sent out any text messages or replied to anything yesterday. Then he sees it.

What is this app?

On the third screen of his phone, Bakugou sees a strange pink app. It has the logo ‘ML’ on it. He taps on the app.

“Hello, Bakugou,” the app’s home screen speaks to him. “Are you ready to wipe?”

“What the fuck,” he looks and sees that there are three options on the screen.

Full memory wipe, partial memory wipe, daily memory wipe.

Suddenly, he tosses his phone to the side. He was so confused. What the hell was this app doing in his phone! There was no way he downloaded it himself. What the hell does it mean by full memory wipe?!

Bakugou quickly grabs his phone again, exiting out of that app then goes to his search app. He sees that he had searched about this app yesterday. He clicks to read the result. There’s a website for the app, which is called Memory Loss. It was an app where you can wipe your memory of either the day before, up to a certain date or…forever.

“Why would anyone want such an app…” Bakugou says out loud then lays back on his bed, “why would I want this app…”

Bakugou scrolls up and down the app and sees, customer service number.

“Fuck,” Bakugou scratches his head, “this must be some mistake. Maybe I clicked it on accident…”

Bakugou dials the phone number available on the website and waits, going through a list of automated messages before finally getting to “speak to a representative.”

“Hello!” A male voice comes up from the other side of the phone, “my name’s Kirishima, what’s yours?”

“Bakugou,” he says into the phone. Why did Kirishima feel…familiar?

“Oh,” Kirishima replies. There’s a brief silence before Kirishima coughs and then continues talking, “I see that you went for it.”

“Excuse me?” Bakugou spits back, irritated. Did he talk to this man yesterday?

“You must be confused,” Kirishima says calmly. “Would you like me to explain?”

“Yeah, fucking explain why I don’t remember what happened yesterday at all,” Bakugou practically yells into the phone, “did you guys wipe my memory without my permission?!”

“Sorry, sir, we don’t do those sorts of things. All memory wipes are given out through explicit permission by the person who wants it. We have you giving us permission on file,” Kirishima pulls it up, “would you like to hear it?”

“…hear it?” Bakugou clutches his head, putting his phone on speaker. He gave someone permission to wipe his memory? Why can’t he just remember?

“Before we wipe your memory, you must speak with a representative who will gauge your situation and then ask for your permission,” Kirishima explains, “I was the representative you spoke to yesterday and I suppose I get to also speak with you today. Not many of us get to experience what happens after a client receives treatment.”

“So you…you heard me tell you to wipe my memory?” Bakugou tries to find anything in his brain that would make sense of all this.

“Yes,” Kirishima says. “I did. Would you like to hear it?”

“Yeah, just fucking show me, because I don’t believe it,” Bakugou groans, still puzzled on why he would do something like this.

“Alright then,” Kirishima goes to click the play button, “I would advise you to sit down for this bit. It’s not incredibly…pleasant.”

Bakugou lays down, holding the phone against his chest as Kirishima plays the phone call they had yesterday.

“H-hello,” a tearful voice comes out of Bakugou’s phone. Was that…him?

“Hello,” another voice appears, “my name is Kirishima, may I ask you what your name is?”

“Bakugou,” the voice says shakedly.

“How may I help you today?” Kirishima responds back in a gentle tone, typing in Bakugou’s information.

“I want it gone,” past Bakugou announces into the phone, his loud request echoing into the current-day Bakugou’s apartment.

“Ah, I see that you have selected ‘daily memory loss’,” Kirishima’s voice is still calm. He must be trained to handle disgruntled people. “May I ask why? We must have it on record to gauge whether or not this treatment is something you should undergo.”

“I don’t want to remember what happened today,” Bakugou clearly says. “I don’t want this in my head. I want it to go away. I want the pain to go away.”

“Is there something that pains you?” Kirishima asks.

“Yes,” Bakugou replies.

“May I ask what it was?”

“I can’t,” Bakugou’s voice begins to crack, the tears are now being visibly heard. “It’s too much. I just want it gone.”

“Alright,” Kirishima says. “We have two options for you. As a safety mechanism, as your future self may not remember, we will store your wiped memory for them to experience in case they need to. You can opt out of this if you would like but we recommend it.”

“I don’t care if you keep it,” Bakugou tells Kirishima, “I won’t ever want to experience this memory again. I promise you.”

“May I ask for something that would indicate that in case you happen to call in the future? What would you tell your future self to explain to them not to relive the memory?”

“Fuck…” Bakugou takes a deep breath, “I would tell my future self that…”

Bakugou sits in his bedroom, clutching his phone. What was it about? What was so bad about yesterday that he had to wipe his memory?

“I would tell him that it’s about Deku,” Bakugou’s past voice echoes into his ear. “He’ll know what that means.”

“Very well,” Kirishima says, entering everything into the database. “Everything is now set up for you to wipe. Please follow the instructions on the screen and I hope this treatment will alleviate your pain.”

That is the end of the recording. Bakugou puts his phone to the side and puts his face in his hands. What was the past him talking about?

What about Deku?!

“Hello?” Kirishima says through Bakugou’s phone, cutting him away from his thoughts, “are you still there?”

“Show it to me,” Bakugou sternly replies.

“I’m sorry, I don’t-”

Show me the memory,” Bakugou states strongly. He needs to know what happened.

“Are you sure?” Kirishima asks him. “Remember, there’s a reason you erased it in the first place.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Bakugou nods to himself.

No matter what it was, if it involved Izuku, he had to know.

Izuku is the love of his life…or at least, he was.

It would be incorrect to say that Izuku and Bakugou broke up amicably because…they didn’t. Bakugou marks it down as the worst day of his life. It’s the reason his apartment is so quiet…

Occasionally, he finds remnants of Izuku’s presence and he breaks down. Bakugou remember that day all too well. Whenever he thought of Izuku, his mind never flashed to the good memories they shared. It always went straight for…

“I’m sorry, Kacchan,” Izuku says, carrying the last of his things out of Bakugou’s apartment. “I’m sorry it had to be like this.”

“You don’t have to go,” Bakugou cries out, grabbing onto Izuku’s sweater. “Please, don’t go.”

“Please,” Izuku begins to tear, trying to move out of Bakugou’s grip, “I have to go.”

“I can change!” Bakugou pleads with every ounce of honesty in his body.

“If you could change,” Izuku looks right into Bakugou’s eyes as he says, “you would’ve already.”

“But I will,” Bakugou drops down to the floor, holding onto Izuku as tightly as he can, “I’ll stop working too late. I’ll make time for you. I promise.”

Then comes the crashing of all the things Izuku had in the box he was carrying. They were all books from his time in college. He too, falls onto the floor, which loosens Bakugou’s grip of him. Izuku manages to hop back up, walking backwards towards the door, opening it as he watches Bakugou reach out for him, tears streaming down his face.

“You’ve made enough promises you couldn’t keep,” Izuku looks away, biting his lip, “I’m sorry, Kacchan. This is goodbye.”

“Deku!” Bakugou shouts towards him as Izuku opens the door, “please, Deku, come back-”

The door slams shut and Bakugou is left speechless in a pile of Izuku’s things. Izuku never came back for those things. It took Bakugou a while before he could clean up the mess as every time he tried, tears would form in his eyes and he had to stop himself from panicking.

It has been only a few weeks since then. Bakugou had finally gotten his life back together. He took the time to better himself. He paid attention to what he needed…and he finally had stopped thinking about Izuku.

Whatever happened yesterday must’ve been worse than his break up. That’s what scared him because he never thought anything worse could happen to him than that.

But he was wrong.

“Alright,” Kirishima pulls up the memory. “Please lay down and plug in your headphones.”

Bakugou follows Kirishima’s instructions. Once he is laying down, he plugs in his headphones, putting them into his ears.

“Relax,” Kirishima’s voice is steady. “You’re about to relive an entire day. It will feel like a whole day, but the whole process will only be an hour or so. You can leave at anytime. You just need to say, ‘I don’t want to see this anymore’. Do you understand?”

“I do,” Bakugou closes his eyes.

“Starting up the memory, now.

Kirishima’s voice fades away as Bakugou wakes up. He checks his phone. It was early, 7am. He stretches his arms up slowly and rolls out of bed.

This is my normal routine, Bakugou thinks. Wake up, shower, eat then leave for work.

That’s why there were dishes in the sink. Bakugou ate a simple breakfast and left them to wash later. What was strange was that he normally wash them when he got home. Something must’ve happened before he got home.

Bakugou goes through his normal commute to work and he got to the office early. He waves at Uraraka as he walks in.

“Hello!” Uraraka says, “clocking in?”

“Yep,” Bakugou leans over the counter, “Bakugou Katsuki.”

“I know,” she chuckles, “I’m not that forgetful.”

“Ah, yeah,” Bakugou scratches his head nervously, “I just forget sometimes that you aren’t new anymore.”

“I’ve been here for a week now!” Uraraka exclaims happily, “and I like it a lot.”

“I’m glad you do,” Bakugou says with a smile.

Uraraka blushes slightly, “well you’re all clocked in for the day. Have a nice day, Bakugou.”

“You too, Uraraka,” he nods his head and leaves for the elevators.

Pressing the button for the seventh floor, Bakugou stands beside a crowd of people who are from different offices all over the building. Everyone was well-dressed and he smiles. So far, so normal.

When the elevator finally gets to his floor, Bakugou goes to his office and sets down all his stuff. He grabs some paperwork that he’s finished and goes to turn it in. His office just finished a huge settlement case and today was the celebration party for it.

The celebration party! Bakugou thinks. It was yesterday!

He completely…forgot. The retreat must’ve been announced as a reward.

“Early as always,” Sero, one of the fellow lawyers in his firm, pats him on the back as he pours himself a cup of coffee in the break room.

“You say that but you’re always earlier than me,” Bakugou raises his coffee cup, “to us, for another case won.”

Sero taps his cup against Bakugou’s cheerfully, “thank god, I’m exhausted.”

“Tell me about it,” Bakugou groans, “I don’t think I’ve slept better than I did last night.”

He ends that line with a chuckle and Sero joins in on the laughter. As they share a laugh, Todoroki, the firm manager, walks in.

“You two are enjoying yourself,” Todoroki smirks.

“Well,” Bakugou shrugs, “how can’t you, we just finished a hell of a case.”

“That we did,” Todoroki says, a slightly happier tone than usual, “come on, meeting at 9, remember?”

“Fuck!” Bakugou slaps Sero in the shoulder, “how are we both early and forgot?”

“Don’t blame it on me!” Sero chuckles.

“It’s your fault,” Bakugou laughs, “you’re the one who caught me up in small talk!”

“Come on you two,” Todoroki gestures. “You’re holding everything up. We got a nice announcement to make.”

“Nice announcement?!” Sero and Bakugou say together in unison.

“It’s a…surprise,” Todoroki walks out of the room and Bakugou and Sero look at each other, mouthing bonus with a shared smile.

Their eyes shine. The last case made the firm a lot of money so they’re hoping for holiday bonuses earlier!

Bakugou and Sero rush into the meeting room and their entire firm was already there. The clock strikes 9 and the meeting begins. It was the standard meeting, debriefing about the case. Then the end was the notable occasion.

“Alright then, onto the good news,” Todoroki flips to the next slide on the screen and in big letters, the words Company Retreat appear on the screen.

Everyone begins to cheer happily and Todoroki gives off a soft smile. Bakugou looks over at Sero and they high five.

“Since nearly everyone voted for a company retreat last time, we will finally be having our long awaited retreat this weekend,” Todoroki announces.

“What’s the occasion?” Iida, another one of the lawyers in the firm, raises his hand to ask.

Sero yells out, “are you finally going to tell us about the person you’ve been dating?”

Everyone knew that Todoroki had been dating someone for the past few weeks but he refused to tell anyone about them until now. Everyone suspected that it was Momo Yaoyorozu, of the competing firm across the street but that theory was debunked when a few of his coworkers saw her dancing with her assistant Jirou.  

“I’m not dating anyone,” Todoroki folds his arms, “I’m engaged.”

“WHAT?!” The company erupts.

Who is it? Bakugou wonders. They have only been dating for a few weeks…that was a fast engagement.

“Yes,” Todoroki nods, “and we plan to get married this weekend. We’ll be having our wedding at the retreat and you are all invited.”

Everyone is slightly stunned at how nonchalant Todoroki is about this whole situation. Even Bakugou knew he’d be pretty ecstatic if he was getting married. It meant he would’ve met the love of his life.

He thought that he already did.

A pain pings in his heart as he tries to push away his thoughts of Izuku. Taking a calm breath, he shakes it away and jumps back into company mode.

“Since you will all be invited to the wedding,” Todoroki explains to everyone, “I should introduce you all to my fiancé.”

Everyone leans forward with wide eyes, looking back and forth. Was it someone in this room?!

Todoroki turns towards the door leading out of the meeting room and says, “come on in.”

Bakugou felt like his eyes popped out of his head at that very moment. He knew that hair anywhere. He knew that face anywhere. And he knew that smile anywhere.

This is the moment Bakugou’s heart sinks. Now he understood what Kirishima meant by reliving his memory. Because not only did Bakugou feel the pain past Bakugou felt yesterday, he was feeling that exact same pain now. It was double the heartbreak.

“Everyone,” Todoroki turns his fiancé towards his coworkers, “this is Izuku Midoriya. The love of my life. The man I will be wedding this weekend.”

Everyone was cheering, saying congratulations. Izuku was smiling, looking around the room, nodding. The smile washes off his face as his eyes catch Bakugou’s. Bakugou was looking at him and the pain he was feeling was indescribable. He wore the pain on his face and Izuku knew. It felt like…betrayal. How could he be engaged only a few weeks after they had broken up?

What does it mean?!

Bakugou quickly stands up and just storms out of the room. No one notices him go except for Izuku. Todoroki doesn’t even notice, rather he just turns to his coworkers and tells them that an email will be sent out in regards to the retreat and that they are dismissed for the day to pack. Izuku excuses himself to go to the bathroom and runs out, trying to find Bakugou. Everyone keeps Todoroki busy, as they come up to congratulate him on his wedding.

“Bakugou!” Izuku calls out as he sprints through the office. “Bakugou!”

No reply. Izuku runs all around but he can’t find Bakugou.

There’s only one thing he can do now. Izuku takes a deep breath and says, “Where are you, Kacchan?”

“Don’t ever fucking call me that,” Bakugou walks out of the bathroom, wiping the tears from his eyes. “You lost that right.”

Izuku stands, speechless, taken back by the sheer ferocity in Bakugou’s eyes.

“You know,” Bakugou points right at Izuku, “I always thought you were the fucking idiot. I actually believed that you loved me. It turns out that I was the fucking idiot. You played me for a fool.”

“That’s not true!” Izuku exclaims, tears flowing out of his eyes, “I did love you!”

BULLSHIT!” Bakugou yells back at him, “how can you say you love me when you broke up with me because I worked too much! You always said that I didn’t have enough time for you. You think Todoroki has time for you! He’s the manager of my firm. If anyone doesn’t have time, it’s him. So don’t act like I’m stupid, don’t act like I don’t know. You never loved me.

Bakugou’s mind starts to fog, his head starts to spin. He felt nauseous. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe all the pain he was suffering right now. He couldn’t breathe. The air was getting stuck in this throat, the tears forcing themselves out of his eyes. He felt like he was going to explode.

“Bakugou, I never wanted to hurt you,” Izuku sobs, reaching out to Bakugou.

Bakugou slaps his hand away, “don’t fucking touch me. How could you do this to me?”

“I didn’t know…how would I know!” Izuku cries, dropping onto the floor, wiping his tears with his hands, “I can’t help who I fall in love with…”

“How long,” Bakugou asks.

“What,” Izuku looks up at him and Bakugou grabs him by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

“How long did you have an affair with Todoroki?” Bakugou holds him tightly by the neck, watching Izuku’s skin turn blue.

“I don’t know what-” Izuku tries to speak but Bakugou’s hand grips harder.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me,” Bakugou screams at him, “how long?

The tears drip onto Bakugou’s hand as Izuku breathes out, “three months.”

Bakugou drops Izuku onto the floor, shaking his hand. There was a visible bruise on Izuku’s neck. Bakugou didn’t mean to hurt him…he just…

“When…when did it start?” Bakugou looks over at a panicked Izuku.

“A-at the company party,” Izuku clutches his neck, “Todoroki…he came up to me. He talked to me while you were off with your friends.”

Bakugou’s mind went wild. He began to question everything. His mind was melting.

“W-why,” Bakugou begins to break down, crying uncontrollably, “why did you have an affair?”

“I don’t know…” Izuku grips the carpet floor and exclaims, “You were…you were always working. You were never at home with me. You never spent time with me. Finally, someone paid attention to me…sadly it wasn’t you.”

“I worked hard because I loved you,” Bakugou backs up into a wall, putting his hands over his eyes, “I wanted to give you the best life and this is what you give me in return. Pain, suffering, you broke my heart, Izuku.”

“No,” Izuku shakes his head, “don’t call me that. Please…please, Kacchan!”

NO,” Bakugou stands up, walking over to Izuku, “Kacchan and Deku are fucking dead. You killed them when you slept with another man.”

“No, I didn’t mean to,” Izuku cries out, “I love you!”

“Shut up!” Bakugou shouts at him, “you didn’t love me! I may have loved you but now I know that you never loved me.”

Bakugou storms out, clutching his heart. He can hear Izuku calling for him, calling for Kacchan. But the Kacchan he knew was dead. His heart was black and now, it was gone. The emptiness that Bakugou had once thought he could repair came back. There was no way he could win this battle again.

“I don’t want to see this anymore,” Bakugou shouts and the memory ceases. He rips the headphones out of his ears and tosses his phone across the room. It hits the wall with a bang! but it doesn’t break. Kirishima’s voice echoes quietly throughout the room.

“Hello? Bakugou? Are you there?” Kirishima is concerned, as he also watched the memory, “are you alright?”

Bakugou has his hand over his mouth, biting the inside of his palm. The pain he felt with his teeth digging into his skin was nothing compared to the pit of emptiness that was eating him away inside. Now he understands what past Bakugou meant by I want it gone…

I don’t want to feel like this anymore…

“Bakugou, please answer the phone or I will have to send an officer to come check on you!” Kirishima shouts through the phone.

Bakugou blinks a few times and a tick appears on his face. He felt hollow inside. His vision went blank.

His body moves on its own, out of his control, mindlessly. He gets up and picks up the phone, putting it against his ear.

“Kirishima,” Bakugou breathes out with a strange gentleness. He no longer feels anything.

“Yeah?” Kirishima replies, worriedly, “are you alright?”

“Can I erase specific memories?” Bakugou asks.

“I-I suppose you could-”

“Yes or no,” Bakugou states in a strong tone.

“Yes, you can,” Kirishima gulps, “it’s…possible.”

“Okay,” Bakugou nods. “Can I call you back in a few minutes?”

“Certainly, just give me a few moments,” Kirishima says, typing away, “please check the home screen of your Memory Loss app for me.”

Bakugou goes and clicks on the app. The home screen has lost its three options and now just says, Special Request.

“Does it say ‘Special Request’?” Kirishima asks.

“It does.”

“That’s good,” Kirishima nods to himself. “When you click that, you should be automatically transferred back to me. I will see you in a few minutes, Bakugou.”

“Yes,” Bakugou lightly nods, “I will see you soon.”

The phone call ends there and Bakugou grips his phone tightly, contemplating what to do next. Then he decides to do four things. First, he goes to grab his laptop. He signs into his office’s website and clicks ‘submit resignation’. When asked for a reason, he says he must leave to go back home to his parents. The request is processed immediately and approved. Second, he calls his mother.

“Bakugou?” His mother asks, “why are you calling at such a strange hour, aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Ah yeah…” Bakugou scratches his head, “I actually quit.”

“You quit?!” She says back, shocked, “why?”

“Wasn’t feeling it…” Bakugou sighs, “I’m feeling a little homesick. Do you mind if I come home for a bit?”

“Oh, honey…” Bakugou’s mother’s voice is gentle, “of course you can.”

“Thanks,” Bakugou puts his hand on his heart with a sense of relief, “I’ll be home sometime today.”

“See you then,” she says to him.

Bakugou then hangs up the phone to call his landlord. The third thing he had to do was cancel his lease for this apartment. There was no way he could stay here. He tells his landlord that he will be taking everything he needs with him today. Everything else can be tossed or sold. Too many memories he needs to forget, he doesn’t care what happens to them.

Lastly, he looks back at his phone and at his photo album. He had a lot of photos of Izuku that he has yet to erase. Today was a better day than any. He goes to his phone’s settings and wipes the entire thing. He only needed his parents’ phone numbers. He didn’t care for anyone else. He didn’t want to care for anyone else anymore.

Now he thinks about what he’s about to do. He couldn’t risk feeling this pain ever again.

How could a single person bring him so much agonizing pain? Bakugou thinks back to his older memories of Izuku. To their childhood. They were friends, despite Bakugou’s bullying in the earlier stages of their lives. They met again later, after Bakugou finished law school and Izuku got his degree in hospitality. They both had good jobs. They were both happy together. And then something changed. The affair, Bakugou thinks, that must’ve been it.

Bakugou had never felt so much agony in his life. All because of one person. Never again will he ever have to feel this way again. It ends today.

Pulling up the ML app, Bakugou clicks on Special Request. He waits as it connects him back to Kirishima.

“Have you done everything you need to do?” Kirishima asks him.

“Yeah, I did,” Bakugou says. “So…what do we do now?”

“You want specific memories erased, correct?” Kirishima pulls up the confirmation forms on his screen.

“Yes,” Bakugou takes a deep breath, “I want all the memories I have associated with Izuku Midoriya erased.”

Kirishima is silent for a while, typing away, then he says, “it looks like you will be erasing a lot of your memories, as there are a lot of linking memories that you have associated with Izuku.”

“What does that mean?”

“Ah,” Kirishima thinks for a bit then explains, “it means that there are a lot of memories that involve Izuku but he’s not present in them. Like a discussion between you and a friend. You’ll lose that discussion completely. Is that something you are okay with?”

“That’s fine,” Bakugou tells him.

“Okay then,” Kirishima enters in that permission. “Then I have it prepared. When would you like to do this?”

Bakugou looks around his apartment and says, “when I’m on the train back home.”

“Alright,” Kirishima completes the wipe. “It is ready. When you’re on the train, just click the ‘Partial Memory Wipe’ button on your phone and follow those instructions. It shouldn’t take you too long. Would you like me to auto-delete the app after your wipe?

“Yes, thank you,” Bakugou gets up from his bed. “You’ve been a lot of help, Kirishima.”

“No problem, Bakugou,” Kirishima says back, “I hope this treatment gives you the happiness you desire.”

“It will.”

“Have a nice day, Bakugou,” Kirishima’s voice then fades into a beep.

Bakugou takes his phone and puts it in his pocket. He quickly piles all his clothes into his suitcase and anything he thinks he needs, like his laptop and school diplomas. Everything else that’s sentimental, he leaves behind. Grabbing all the things he has deemed essential, he leaves to get on the afternoon train back home.

“Hey Ma,” Bakugou calls his mother from the train.

“Yeah?” She asks, slightly puzzled.

“I should be there in an hour,” Bakugou explains, “can you call me sometime before then, telling me that I’m going home?”

“…why? Would you forget?” She jokes.

Bakugou fakes a laugh and says, “maybe I will.”

Biting his lip, he waits for her response. She just goes, “sure, whatever. You need to eat better. All those nights of ramen noodles are bad on the brain.”

“I will, Ma,” Bakugou rolls his eyes, “you do know I’m going home, right? You can just shove whatever food you want down my throat.”

“It doesn’t seem like you’ll remember that you’re going home,” she chuckles. “I’ll call you later.”

With a heavy heart and a soft smile, Bakugou ends the call. The train arrives and he gets on, finding a seat. He plugs his headphones in and goes to the Memory Loss app, clicking the Partial Memory Wipe option.

Are you sure you want to wipe your memory?

Bakugou taps ‘yes’ and closes his eyes, putting on his headphones. The memories of Izuku begins to fade from his mind and the pain he feels in his heart starts to disappear…


A strong, loud ringing tone jolts Bakugou awake on the train and he looks around in a panic. He looks down at his phone and his mother was calling him.

Why was she calling him…why did he have a suitcase with him…where was he?

“Hello?” Bakugou answers his mother’s call, “why are you calling me?”

“You can’t be fucking serious,” she says in a joking tone, “you must be suffering some kind of memory loss! We should get you to a doctor soon.”


“You told me to call you half an hour ago, remember?” His mother explains, “you quit your job and you’re coming home to stay with us.”

“Ah,” Bakugou scratches his head. He doesn’t really remember but he feel like his mother is telling the truth, “I suppose you’re right. It does make sense since I have my suitcase with me.”

“I knew that job of yours was no good,” she says. “Those long hours at the office are getting to your brain. Fuck the money, I’m glad you quit. Come home and get your brain back.”

Bakugou starts to laugh, “when did you get so funny, Ma?”

She smiles over the phone, Bakugou can’t see it but he knew it was there, “I’ve always been funny, excuse you.”

“Well,” Bakugou smiles back, “I’m actually sort of glad I’m going home. I needed a break.”

Bakugou doesn’t really know why he needed a break, but he could just feel like he needed one. He doesn’t really question his memory loss. He doesn’t really understand why he doesn’t care. Maybe because he doesn’t have anything to be care about anymore. All the memories he once cared for were gone. He was a blank canvas now.

“I’ll pick you up from the train station,” his mother announces.

“See you then,” Bakugou clicks the end call button quickly. He was thankful that the phone call ended.

He was really tired of phone calls for some reason.

Once the train gets to the right station, Bakugou walks out and sees his mother waving at him. He hops into his family’s car, throwing the suitcase in the back.

“So, why did you quit?”

Bakugou shrugs. He can’t actually remember why he quit. But he did and he told his mother so it must’ve happened, “probably because my firm was shit and we worked too much for ridiculous cases. And I’m a little homesick.”

“That’s true,” she nods with a smirk, parking in the driveway. “You should find some work around here then maybe go overseas. Remember that American firm that wanted you? You should see if they’re hiring.”

“Right, I should go contact them,” Bakugou nods. He remembers the American firm. They had amazing pay and lighter hours, plus they offered him a higher position in the company. He doesn’t really remember why he didn’t take the job.

“Are you hungry?” His mother opens the door and lets him in.

“I could eat,” Bakugou says, “I don’t really remember if I ate today.”

“Alright kid,” she pinches his ear and Bakugou yells ‘ouch!’, “you’re eating some fish stew. It has Omega-3 vitamins, you need it for that degrading brain of yours.”

“Okay, okay!” Bakugou laughs, moving her hand away then running up to put his suitcase in his room.

He walks back downstairs and sits at the dining table, waiting for his mother. She’s washing dishes as the stew is heating up.

“Here, let me help,” Bakugou walks over and starts washing the dishes for his mother.

“At least living alone made you learn some home skills,” she pokes his cheek lightly.

“Very funny,” Bakugou rolls his eyes but ends it with a grin.

“Oh, did you hear?” Bakugou’s mother asks, putting the heated soup in a bowl, “that little Izuku boy you used to play with, he’s getting married.”

Bakugou looks up at his mother from the sink and says:

“Who is Izuku?”

Ah yes, I love a good long angst. This was fun to write…so I wrote a sequel. Read it here!

Save Myself - Part Two

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary:  One day a girl comes to town. And the information, and money, she comes with could break up an entire town.

Word Count: 1,289

Warnings: swearing, happiness

A/N: I made a part two!! ayyyee!! hope y’all like it!

Part One  Part Three

Originally posted by riverdalerundown

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Now What? || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

word count : 1,084

pairing : Jughead x Reader

warnings : teenage pregnancy.

summary : After a night of random passion, you find yourself pregnant with Jughead’s child. Now you are so scared cause you have no clue how he’ll react.

a/n : please practice safe sex!! it is so important on so many levels; not even just to not have kids but also with other diseases and other things! take care of your body; your temple!! 


     You didn’t expect to find out that you were having a child. It was one night of blind passion. Jughead and you weren’t even exactly friends, just two lonely souls passing by. But not you were bound to him through something you didn’t even plan on having until way later in life. You felt panicked, if you told your parents they would kill you and force you to get rid of it. Tell anyone else and it runs the risk of getting back to Jughead or even your parents. You were stuck in a spiral of having no one to turn to, you had no one to help you. You had thought about every option possible : abortion, adoption, or keeping it. You couldn’t stand to get rid of the baby in any way so you knew you just had to keep it. 

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anonymous asked:

suigestsuxsakura headcanon? :3

Suigetsu could care less about girls. Karin pretty much soured any sort of potential romance for him because of her overbearing personality, so he tried his best to steer clear from girls.

After the war was over he DID NOT GO BACK TO OROCHIMARU OKAY. He did not. In no way whatsoever did he even think about it. Sasuke casually invites (and by that i mean just tells him to go) Taka to Konoha where they can hang out and introduces him to his other team (Kakashi, Naruto, and Sakura) with, y’know, Sasuke’s special way.

But you know, Suigetsu isn’t a complete idiot. He’s heard stories at times from Sasuke about this pink-haired chick that was ‘so annoying’ and ‘obsessed with him’, so he only knew THAT side of Sakura from when she was younger. He saw her during the war and how amazingly strong she was, but ANYONE THAT WAS INTERESTED IN SASUKE UCHIHA SEEMED TO BE A GIRL THAT HE WAS 100% NOT INTERESTED IN.

During their stay in Konoha (which wasn’t even really a short visit, more like a much-needed year-long vacation). He pretty much was glued to Juugo or Sasuke because who else would he be with? Karin was loud and everyone in Konoha was creepily happy and super friendly. Still, Sasuke was Sasuke and do you know who Sasuke hangs out with? Naruto. And do you know who Naruto hangs out with? Kakashi, Sakura, Sai, Iruka, Shikamaru, AND SO MANY PEOPLE. 

Suigetsu isn’t partial to so many people and he also wasn’t a fan of Naruto’s obnoxious flailing and speeches about friendship. He felt he didn’t belong. Not in Konoha or Oto or Kiri or really anywhere. And it pissed him off that Sasuke just laid around with this blonde freak that only talked about ramen all the time???

“So, yeah, I’m going to take off.” Suigetsu is a good guy. He doesn’t want his shitty attitude to ruin Sasuke’s happiness or whatever. Probably just going to collect the rest of his swords or do mindless work until he realizes what he really wants to do with his life. 

He’s leaving. Getting his things packed, complaining about how little money he has, and trying to guess how long it would take to get to Kiri and find out some clues about where the rest of the swords are. Until Sakura drops by to give some medical books to Karin for her to look through. (They all share their own room since they’re so used to sharing rooms, okay???)

It’s pretty awkward at first. I mean… like really awkward. ‘So you’re leaving?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘It’s Suigetsu, right?’ ‘Uh-huh.’ ‘Back to Kirigakure?’ ‘That’s the plan.’

Sakura is ready to go back until she spots a picture of Taka together on one of the tables, probably belonging to Karin. She laughs a little, kind of embarrassed, while Suigetsu stares at her like ‘wtf??’. She explains that while Sasuke was gone with Orochimaru, they didn’t really know what was going to happen with him. She admits that she wondered who he was with and if he ever felt alone.

“Seeing this just reminds me of our own photo as Team Seven. In a way, I’m glad he met you all. Being with other people made it easier, I’m sure. Especially when dealing with his brother.”

Suigetsu just scoffs. “Pfft. Yeah, that was a big pain in the ass, though. Following him around all the time and having to make sure he was okay. Do you know how many times I’ve almost died because of him?! He’s the worst guy in the world! And now, he’s spending all of his time with that whiskered-face weirdo who’s always going on about udon or whatever and it drives me crazy! I swear, the Uchiha guys show no appreciation!”

Sakura plays along. “Definitely. It’s always a little grunt or two instead of a proper ‘thank you’, right? So rude!”

Suigetsu drops what he’s holding to continue his little rant. Honestly, this is the first time he’s let off some steam in a few weeks. “Finally! Someone who gets it! I’ll tear my hair out if I receive ‘hn’ as an actual response again! The guy can’t bear to say a word or two?!”

Sakura just nods her head, looking back on the picture. “I get what you mean, but you know, Suigetsu… When you’re off running errands or doing something else… Sasuke-kun tells us all about Taka and how you guys kept him stable for the most part. He relied on you guys and, after all of his problems, really is very grateful for your loyalty to him.”

Suigetsu kind of feels bad now. But I mean it’s not like the stuff he said about Sasuke WEREN’T true. Why can’t the asshole just say that stuff to his face???

“So are you still going to leave?”


“You were packing up. Heading to Kiri, yeah?” She puts the picture down and heads over to Suigetsu. “Or maybe… you could stay a little while longer? Talk to Sasuke? I’ve heard from quite a lot of people that it take a while to warm up to Konoha’s… ‘suffocating’ hospitatlity.”

Suigetsu is kind of suspicious of her. “Why do you want me to stay so bad? What, is Sasuke making you do this?”

“You’re one of Sasuke’s bonds. It may not be obvious to you, but to him and Naruto, having bonds are pretty special.” She pats him on the back and gets ready to leave. “Anyway, it’s your choice, so do what you want.”

So Suigetsu is having a hard time deciding what to do. Does he leave? Stay? WTF???? This girl that he barely knew just comes waltzing in and messes up his clearly thought-out plan and ruins it! He’s pretty much throwing a temper tantrum by the time Karin comes back and looks like an idiot. 

So he stays. And he learns she’s right. He gets used to the shopkeeps always telling him good morning or the random passerby asking how his day was (like is this an assassination attempt?? why are you asking about MY day???). He still kind of avoids Naruto, but mainly due to headaches and the fact that it seems like Naruto just drains him of all his energy. BUT HE’S TRYING. Sasuke even notices a bit of a change and they just nod to each other in acknowledgement. And it doesn’t take long for him to start spending more time with Sakura.

She wasn’t at all like how Sasuke described her. She was smart and strong and she barely ever spoke about Sasuke! She did have a scary side to her, but Suigetsu tried his best to not annoy her like Naruto did. It was becoming very obvious to everyone that Suigetsu was starting to crush on her and Karin had her chance to finally tease him about being infatuated with someone. She even told Sasuke about it. THE NERVE–

Sasuke just takes it in stride. It kind weirded him out at first, but he’s like eh. He’s pretty much Suigetsu’s wing man after finding out even though Suigetsu doesn’t even fucking know that Sasuke knows. Sasuke is not one to talk about such personal matters. So what does he do? He’ll make plans with Suigetsu, Sakura, and Naruto then challenge Naruto to a spar, leaving Suigetsu and Sakura alone. He’ll bail on plans with Suigetsu while Sakura is just so conveniently leaving the hospital after her shift, so she can join Suigetsu on whatever him and Sasuke were supposed to do. Get it now? Sasuke is very subtle and it doesn’t take too long for Sakura to start feeling a bit cozy with Suigetsu as well.

In the end, they do get together and Sasuke’s all smug, but no one really knows why. Hey, it’s his way of truly thanking Suigetsu, I guess.


Suigetsu and Sakura are terrible negotiators when it comes to dates. They’re either going out with friends (because it’s easier to go with the flow) or staying home.

When it’s really hot and they’re all swimming at the beach or whatever, Suigetsu will melt into the water and scare her. It always works. He loves pranking her.

He tries to be suave and smooth, but he ends up failing a lot of the time. He’s just not very good at flirting. Give him puns or making her laugh and he’ll land it every time.

Suigetsu can be very jealous and will often ice Naruto whenever he can. Both because he knows that Naruto once fancied her and because he just doesn’t like him. 

Sakura thinks his snaggle tooth is the cutest thing in the world. Just his sharp teeth, in general. She thinks it’s kind of sexy tbh.

Sakura can be jealous too. If they go to beach where Suigetsu shows off his swimming, she’ll hear a few ladies commenting on his physique and just his overall appearance. She’ll give them the death glare until they stop their gawking.

Karin’s always asking for the latest gossip from Sakura, so she has extra blackmail to make him miserable. It’s fun to see him squirm. Sakura’s pretty oblivious and Suigetsu just wonders how Karin knows that he’s severely ticklish???

Suigetsu tries to keep PDA to a minimum around Taka, but he’ll slip up every now and again. He’ll give her big hugs or kiss her forehead and Karin and Sasuke throw up in their mouths a little. Super embarrassing to him.

Mebuki honest to god thought he was a demon that seduced her daughter. She doesn’t trust him at all until Sakura pretty much begs her that he’s a normal human being that likes big swords. Cue her mom snidely remarking if he’s compensating for anything. They do not get along, but Kizashi loves his puns so he’s invited over often.

Suigetsu likes to cook, often showing off his ‘cutting skills’ with a bunch of meals and always a bunch of knives.

He also, to the encouragement of Sakura, to open his own restaurant. It’s a great way for him to cut things while also looking cool. Sakura thinks so anyway. His food’s good too! Naruto’s always telling him to put ramen on the menu and Suigetsu just looks into the camera like he’s on the office or something. He’s so done.

They also have a bunch of kids. On the first one while she was pregnant, Suigetsu was terrorized with the thoughts of having some screaming brat and having to clean up after it and why did he succumb to such desire, etc. After their baby boy was born, Suigetsu was in love. Kids are super ridiculous and they say hilarious things and he just had so much fun. Sakura put a stop to his begging after the fifth child. Three boys, two girls. She was finished lmao

She one time caught him trying to sharpen their teeth and wow what a sight that was lmao He never did it again even though they would have looked SO CUTE as he often says it. He also calls Sasuke and Juugo their uncles and Karin is the grandma.

Tyler Seguin- Pool Party

So @penguinxii sent a few Tyler Seguin prompts.

I took this in the direction of finding out Tyler wasn’t (any longer) who everyone said he was.

Word count: 977
Warnings: Tyler Seguin shirtless???

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It was off season for both football and hockey so Dallas was throwing a huge house party for all the local teams. You worked in PR for the Dallas cowboys so you always found yourself at these type of events. Always having to keep a blind eye to all the shit the boys on any team were pulling with girls, drinking, and whatever other irresponsible things they can get into.

You were aimlessly walking around with a beer in your hand. It was a beautiful house and there was a giant pool no one was taking advantage of. Going along with the rest of the party, you simply acted like you totally didn’t pack your bathing suit although you were wearing it under your dress. The only person taking advantage of the weather and environment was Tyler Seguin. He was sitting down next to the pool with no shirt on and short swimming trunks. God, he looked so good. And intimidating as hell from how good he looked.

Deciding to grab an extra beer, you walk over to him.

“Hey, thought you could use some hydration since you’re soaking up all the sun Dallas has to offer.” You hand him a beer. He peers over his sunglasses and smirks while taking the beer from your hand.

“My name is (y/n). I do PR for the cowboys.” You introduce yourself.

“Tyler. I sometimes hit a puck around for the Stars.” He takes a sip of his beer, “you’re the first person to come up to me all day.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re the only person here with a clue that it was a pool party. Those abs and tattoos can intimidate anyone.” You nervously laugh, taking a big swig of your beer. Drinking more frequently
when you are nervous.

“Didn’t seem to intimidate you.” A smile creeps up in the corner of his mouth.

“Well, I’ve had a few and got the courage to finally approach you.”

“HEADS UP!” One of the football players yelled as he ran into you trying to catch a pass. Before you could move out of the way you were pushed into Tyler’s lap. His arm quickly wrapped around your waist.

“You good?” He asked. You took a second to catch your breath after taking in how beautiful he looked the close you get to him.

You nodded in response since you couldn’t form words. A light chuckle escaped his mouth.

“Were you planning on swimming?” He raises his eyebrow while swirling his finger in the bow on your neck from your swimsuit top.

“Yeah, but you’re the only other person who seemed to get the memo about it being a pool party.” You rolled your eyes.

“What’s stopping us?” He nudged you off his lap then ran and dove into the pool.

You quickly removed your dress and followed him in. All the drunk players were cheering for your and Tyler’s pool entrance.

After a few minutes of splashing around and encouraging more party goers to get into the water, you and Tyler got out of the water.

“Where in the hell are the towels?” You screamed, running towards the house. Tyler followed closely behind. Both of you dripping wet and laughing at how ridiculous you look in comparison to everyone around you.

Once in the house a player stops you while Tyler continues searching for towels.

“Hey, be careful (Y/N) with him.” He said, his hand on your shoulder.

You shrugged him off.

“I can handle myself. But, thanks for looking out.” You scoff.

You heard all the rumors about Tyler. He was a womanizer. But, you were having fun. It was all playful. Honestly, you could use some positive male attention after babysitting football players all year.

Suddenly you heard your name being almost sung out from the top of the stairs. You make your way up the stairs to see Tyler gleaming as he holds up a pile of fresh towels.

“I found ‘em!” He says with a smile lit up across his face.

You grabbed a few and began drying off. Finishing off by wrapping one big towel around you and walking into one of the guest bedrooms. Tyler followed suit.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, why do you come to these offseason events? I mean, it’s usually just significant others and the occasional groupie or two.” He asked, sitting down on the bed next you with a towel wrapped around his waist. You shot him a confused look.

“I work for these boys. They’re as much of my teammates as any other player. I know these get crazy sometimes. So, as the head of PR, it’s good to know the whole truth before things get leaked and I have to shut down the coverage.” You explain, while thinking you really don’t have to explain yourself to Tyler. He shrugged in agreement to your statement.

“If you don’t mind ME asking…” you take a quick breath, becoming nervous at the thought of asking the next question, “clearly you don’t have a significant other here. So, where’s your groupie?”

He seemed to expect that question coming. With a sigh, he replies, “I’m kind of over that phase. I fill my void with dogs. Dogs are great. They last longer than one night stands too. And they make me happy. Also, they have no idea how much money I make. They just care that I can throw a tennis ball across the yard.”

Fuck, why did he have to reply with such a genuinely sweet answer.

“I like dogs.” Is all you managed to reply with. A small smile crept across his face.

“Would you like to meet mine? I just got a new puppy.” He got excited to show off.

You nodded.

“I think I’d like that. And, I think I kind of like you.”

Originally posted by mrsmariacrosby

Dani is a great hero but...

She might make a better (and more disturbing) villain. She would be the hardest for Danny to fight once she was stabilized because she has all the same powers as him and they seem to becoming in faster than his are (bc Danny didn’t know about his ecto blasts till he was in a fight but dani had them at a few days old). Dani was probably never taught how to read or write so it would make for an interesting weakness. But their would also be Danny trying to save her from herself but Dani doesn’t see much wrong with what she’s doing as long as no one drops dead. Even then I don’t think she would fully grasp death in the way others would bc she helped kill the other clones without any remorse. And she might no realize she killed someone due to her own ghostly powers she can tell their soul is still where she left it so it’s fine.
But it might get the attention of other rouges that there’s a new power house in the game and when they go to meet her they are floored by it really being a little kid who doesn’t really understand the world or the way it works they all make a silent agreement to keep her from doing anything too bad that once some parts of life fall into place for her she won’t feel too bad about it (or she might just turn out like all of them and not really care). But they start seeing her more in other hero’s cities while she travels. Even though she’s a criminal she’s still a kid who just doesn’t really understand and Danny just kept going on about justice but all she really has for justice is the dictionary definition not the feeling behind it so she doesn’t feel bad.
What freaks the heroes and villains out though is how causal she is when she mentions how abusive Vlad was to her without blinking. She’s planning a heist with captain cold and her accidentally wacks her with something and after he apologizes she just says “it’s fine my dad hit me harder and he never apologized” and doesn’t even blink and Len is just haunted by how causal she is about something like that.
She’s facing Batman down in Gotham after teaming up with poison ivy and Harley Quinn to rob a green house because she’s never seen the plants they were keeping there. Batman tells he can get her help she needs, she doesn’t need to go down this road and Dani just doesn’t get it “the person who built me didn’t want me why does anyone else?” This just shocks Bruce because batman doesn’t get shocked and her just lack of real self preservation went facing down people she’s met before like if she’s met a hero or a villain once before she’ll just stay put to talk with them as if they didn’t fight the last time they saw each other.
Dani is just a disturbed child tries to fit in with the rouges and eventually ends up getting adopted the central city rouges, but is prone to disappear and show back up with shop lifted post cards from other countries.
One day she leaves on a trip after telling heat wave that she’ll be gone for two days or so she’s off but she isn’t back in a week and the rouges start to put off crimes until they know where she is, but two weeks pass and Dani is just gone. They don’t have a clue where the kid went and after four weeks one of them but they never found out who told the flash, Dani was missing. Flash knows that Dani has been working with his rouges even though she should by all accounts be one of phantom’s but for some reason she just told him the mayor of the town freaks her out. So he tells phantom and the look on his face told the flash Phantom knew why she would disappear and told him it could be the guys in white and explained they were government ghost hunters or it could be the man who created her. And the thought of the man who made a child so disturbed that they would ask why someone wanted them and it was okay to not of apologize for hitting them made ever rouge in central city gear up for the most painful beat down they ever gave to someone.

Let Me Love You

Summary: Because of her bad past with relationships, reader has doubts about her and Carl.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,887

A/n: As I said in my update this will be the last fic I upload for the next two weeks bc I have exams coming up and I won’t have time to write. After that I will be writing a lot more so for now, enjoy this fic :)


You sat in the house you shared with Glenn and Maggie, arms hugging your knees to your chest as you stared out into the field protected by the wall of Alexandria. You were thinking about wether you should go talk to Carl, your best friend and partner, at least until now, about what happened.

You’d been avoiding him for two days, which was extremely hard since you only lived a few houses down from each other and were assigned most of the same jobs. But you couldn’t see him, at least not yet. Not after what you saw.

You asked Olivia to change your shift at the pantry and even went as far as to ask Maggie not to let Carl in if he came by. It felt wrong to do these things but you knew you couldn’t handle seeing him right now.

In fact, you were thinking about calling the whole thing off, since that’s what you do best. You had to admit, you hadn’t had a great experience with relationships before, so now with this great connection between you two, you didn’t want to let it go. But after the whole situation you thought maybe it was for the best. Maybe he deserved to chose his own path instead of being tied to only you, with him free he could do and kiss whoever he wanted.

You remember the incident that happened two days ago. You had just woken up and Carl wasn’t there beside you so you checked downstairs, still to find no sign of him. So you decided he probably just went to his shift early and got dressed to go meet him. Once you were ready, you headed outside to be shocked at the sight of them together across the street.

You watched as Enid grabbed his face and kissed him. But that’s not what hurt the most, it’s the fact that he didn’t pull away quick enough. The kiss lasted a few seconds before he removed her hands and stepped away. You could tell he was saying that what happened wasn’t right but that didn’t erase the fact that he wanted to kiss her.

And that’s why you’d been dodging him, you couldn’t come to terms with the possibility that he actually did want to kiss her. That he might actually want to be with her. You couldn’t get these thoughts out of your head which only led you to believe the situation was worse than it was. You’d go back and forth with yourself, saying it was just a kiss and it didn’t mean anything and then reverting back to thinking he wanted her instead of you. This war in your mind only made you more upset to the point where you didn’t even want to see his face. Maybe you didn’t want to be with him either.

You’d always found it easier to just leave when things got tough in relationships, even before. You thought it kept you from getting hurt and it was easier than staying only to have it end up in pieces anyway. However, a small part of you had a hunch that this time was different, that this time he actually wanted you to stay and not just leave things be, which is how it had been in the past. And you noticed throughout the time you two had been together he always seemed more attached than the others had been. He also told you often how much he cared for you which you weren’t at all used to. But still, you thought you should follow your gut and spare you and him the pain of moving past this.

You planned to go and talk to him but before you could even get up from your bed your door creaked open to reveal a worried Carl standing in the doorway. He sighed in relief when he saw you which made you wonder how long he’d been looking, and he probably thought you weren’t here since you told Maggie you were avoiding him. At least she did her job.

He walked over to where you were and sat next to you on the bed. “Where have you been?,” he asked curiously. “I haven’t seen you in two days.” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to show it wasn’t as big a deal as he was making it out to be.

“Here,” you replied blankly. He frowned, upset that you weren’t seeming into the conversation, which you weren’t as him actually being here proved to be more difficult for you to say what you wanted to say to him.

“Have you been avoiding me?,” he blurted, finally realizing what’s been going on.

“Um, I guess I have,” you laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He didn’t find it funny at all.

“What the hell, y/n. Why?,” he inquired, now growing a little frustrated. You would be too if the person you loved just disappeared for two days without a word, but you weren’t the one who kissed someone else.

“The fact that you don’t know why amazes me. It really does,” you scoffed. How could he really not know why you’d been acting this way? Did he really think even if you didn’t see, that you wouldn’t find out?

“Okay I honestly don’t have a clue what I did to piss you off so… you’re gonna have to tell me,” he explained nervously. If you couldn’t tell by his voice you knew it from how he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and started sweating more than he was when he walked in.

“You know what you did, Carl,” you sighed, also getting frustrated that he’d clearly forgotten about the entire kiss thing. It took him a few moments to fully understand what you were referring to but when it clicked in his mind you could tell by how his eyes darted to the ground and he said something under his breath.

“Oh shit,” he muttered.

“Oh shit is right. How could you do that to me?,” you asked, more to yourself than to him. The regret was plastered onto his face when he looked over at you, but it was soon replaced with confusion which you didn’t quite get until he spoke.

“Y/n, Enid kissed me. I didn’t want her to…I didn’t know she wa… I don’t feel that way about her, you gotta believe me,” he insisted.

“I saw you. You didn’t pull away or tell her to stop, you just let it happen…” you trailed off, now trying to fight back the tears.

“You’re right. I should’ve pulled away and I didn’t. But only because I was in shock that she would do that since she knew about you and I,” he tried. “But I did tell her that I didn’t like her that way and that I was with you. Only you,” he added.

“You know what, Carl? It’s fine. Just forget about it. But we need a break,” you demanded, trying not to let your voice show the tears you were holding back.

“Y/n, I…we can-,” he tried but you cut him off.

“We can what? Just move on? Pretend like it never happened? That’s not how it works, Carl,” you sighed. “It’s easier this way.”

“Why do you try to walk away when things suddenly get complicated?,” he blurted, now standing up.

“It’s just better this way,” you stated while choking back the pain in your throat from refraining from crying.

“Why do you talk like that? You run away the second something goes wrong even when you don’t want to. Why is that?,” he barked, moving closer to you.

“Because that way I don’t get hurt,” you implied, now standing up as well.

“No ones gonna hurt you anymore, y/n. Do you not understand that? You don’t have to run away from me,” he pleaded, slowly lifting a hand up to touch your cheek.

“Everyone I’ve ever let in has left me and I won’t be able to handle it from you. I just won’t,” you broke, letting the tears stream down your face while he swiftly wiped them away with his thumbs.

“I’m not gonna leave you. Not now, not ever. You don’t have to shit people out anymore. Just let me love you. Let me love you, y/n,” he spoke kindly as he cupped your cheeks and continued wiping your tears away. His eyes searched yours for any sign that you might have changed your mind. You watched his pupils move back and forth, anxiously awaiting your response.

You stared at him, wishing you could feel the slightest amount of regret for the decision you had made in your mind, but you were so in love you didn’t even care. You knew you had let yourself fall in too deep and there was no coming back from it, no way you could retract the love you felt for this boy, Carl Grimes. But even though you’d made up your mind you still found it incredibly hard to tell him as it would officially start you down the path that wouldn’t stop, you wouldn’t be able to just leave anymore. If you let him in there was no erasing it.

“Please say something, y/n,” he pleaded after moments of silence as a result of your lack of courage. You opened your mouth slightly to speak but nothing came out, and in response he dropped his hands from your cheeks and began to step away. He sighed when you still didn’t say anything and started increasing the space between you, giving you one last chance to do something, which you took.

Almost instantly, you rushed over to him and closed the distance he made by gripping his shirt in your fists and pulling his mouth down to yours, blushing when you felt him smile through the kiss.

You released your grip on his flannel, slowly unclenching your fists and letting them rest on his chest while he grabbed your hips and swung you into him.

Finally, he broke the kiss and moved his hands from your hips to your cheeks, guiding your eyes to look into his. “Y/n, I would never do anything to hurt you and I hope you know that you are the only person I want to kiss. There’s no one else and there’s never going to be anyone else because I love you,” he declared before gently kissing your forehead.

“I love you, Carl Grimes,” you requited, unable to keep the smile from forming on your lips.

You had finally found the one who wouldn’t trade you like the others from your past, the one who wouldn’t toss you aside when there was someone else to toy with. You loved him for it, for how kind and genuine he was. How he loved you for you and not just your body. He treated you better, right, how you should be treated. He didn’t take advantage of you even when he had plenty of opportunities to do so and you were grateful for that. That you had truly found someone who you didn’t have to walk away from, who you knew you could be with. All you had to do was let him love you.

Originally posted by stayinlove

Engraved Pt. 2

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Words: 5102
Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost
Pairings: D.O. X Reader (main), Chen X Reader, Kai X Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sex, violence, blood, no smut or anything, something that might be seen as sexual intimidation but both parties are okay with it.

A soft chuckle left your lips as you watched Chen sway his hips a little too much as he walked to the bathroom, naked. You left the warm comfort of the cover to search for your panties, which he had of course managed to fling over his desk lamp. Slipping them on, you went to his closet, searching for something to wear.
“Here, you’re looking for this aren’t you?” Chen wrapped an arm around your waist and handed you a deep red sweater. It wasn’t anything special, but it was really warm and soft so you liked wearing it when you were here.
You pulled it on and smiled at him, pecking his lips. “Thanks.”
“You okay?” he asked, frowning. 

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Request: Business call - Part 1

Request: I would like to request, a story out of Tigs POV. Where he should call someone for club business, but he has a wrong number and ends up at readers phone. At the end they end up together.. perhabs a bit smut if it’s posible for u :)

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of alcoholism

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Tig’s POV

There was so much work to do; they had been in runs and countless meetings lately, doing everything to help SAMCRO’s president. Jax Teller had been trying to change the MC’s path, to make it right and at least close to what his father had devised for them. The club would be out of the gun business, but there were still many loose ends to tie up.

Tig absolutely hated the “I know a guy who knows a guy” talk and the last thing he wanted to do was that call. He was supposed to call a number Chibs had given to him and settle a meeting with a person, someone who was interested in doing business with the club. He just had a feeling this couldn’t turn out good. However, orders were orders and he dialed the number.

“Yeah?”, the person on the other side of the line answered. The voice was muffled and Tig couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman, but it seemed he had just awakened him or her.

“Hm…Who is this?”, he carefully asked.

“Who is this?”, the person repeated.

“What?”, Tig grimaced. He didn’t have time for jokes.

The person growled, “Are you the guy from last night?”, now he knew it was a woman talking. It was supposed to be a man, he was sure Chibs had said a man, “Shit! I thought I had given you the wrong number”

“Apparently, someone did that”, Tig sighed.

“What?”, the woman clearly had had a blast last night, sounded like she had a hangover, “Aren’t you sweet? Calling me on the next morning… Listen, it was great, it truly was, but it was one night thing, I’m not looking for a relationship okay”

“Good to know, but-“, Tig chuckled, “I’m not the guy from last night”

“What?”, she asked again.

“I was trying to call someone, a business call”, Tig didn’t even know why he was bothering to explain the situation to her, “They must have given me the wrong number”

“Oh sorry business man”, the woman sighed on the other side, “Have a good day”

“Thanks. Have a good day too”, he mumbled and was about to hang up when something caught his attention, “Wait… Girls really do this thing of giving the wrong number?”

“Hm…Yeah”, he could tell she was thinking he was weird and anxious to end that call.

“I wouldn’t know”, Tig admitted to the stranger, “I’ve never called back”

“Uh oh”, she mocked and giggled, “A business man and a heartbreaker”

“No, I’m not the one who gave a poor man the wrong number”, he laughed, thinking a wrong call had never been so nice.

“Ouch!”, the woman laughed.

“Sorry to bother you”, Tig apologized, “Sounds like you had a great night, go back to sleep”

“Yeah, I did”, she said but didn’t sound so happy anymore, “Have a nice day business man”

The line was silent and Tig stared at the phone for a minute. He should have told her he wasn’t a business man, but then, he had to reason to do so, she was just a stranger. He sighed and decided to find Chibs, complain about the wrong number and try to get the right one before Jax ask about the meeting.


My phone never rang, only my best friend and boss had that number. It was a burner phone that I would throw away in a few weeks, so I didn’t bother much when that man called me this morning. He had the wrong number and I tried to be as nice as I could with a headache killing me. When I hung up, I laid down and tried to sleep again in my hotel room. I smiled, remembering the confused man. Yes, we girls give guys the wrong number sometimes. No, he wasn’t bothered, he said he never had called back. Heartbreaker. Yes, I could say I was one. I would never stay or give the right number. I couldn’t get attached, ever again.

Tig’s POV

Chibs had finally found the right number; Tig called and settled the meeting for the next day. He had a beer with his brothers, let a crow eater give him a massage and went to bed. Sons would have to be up early and Jax wouldn’t tolerate people late. It was the middle of the night when Tig woke up with his phone ringing. He growled and grabbed it on the nightstand.  

“Hello”, he barked, not bothering to be nice to whoever was awakening him.

“What’s wrong with you Cindy?”, it was a familiar voice, but it sounded distorted, weird. The woman calling laughed and Tig finally recognized her, “Cindy? Answer me!”

He didn’t know her name, so Tig called her the first thing it came to his mind, “Heartbreaker?”

“Who?”, she snorted and then cursed about something that had just happened with her.

She clearly was drunk and didn’t know his name either, “This is business man”, he used the nickname she had given him that morning.

“Oh man! I’m sorry”, she whined, “I was trying to call a friend”

“Are you drunk?”, Tig cut her off, suddenly getting worried. She was alone somewhere, drunk, confused. Besides, when he had called that morning she seemed to have a hangover and she had been drinking again. Something was wrong with that girl.

“I’m not sure”, the woman mumbled, her voice shaky, “How many shots you must have to be drunk? Shit! I can’t find my car keys”

“Okay, you are drunk”, he sat in bed, turning the lampshade on, “Tell me where you are, I can pick you up”

“I don’t know you!”, she scoffed, mumbling again about the car keys.

“I’m not a serial killer doll”, Tig sighed, already grabbing his jeans to put them on.

“No”, she laughed, “You’re a business man”

“No quite”, Tig smirked, “Now tell me where you are”. Suddenly, the line was silent just like that morning, “Damn girl hanging up on me again!”, Tig cursed and tried to call back, but she didn’t answer.

He got up and began to pace around the room. He wasn’t the regular Lancelot, not even close, but he was worried about the girl, he couldn’t tell why, he just had a feeling she would get hurt somehow. It was frustrating; he didn’t have a clue about her, no name, no address, just a phone number.

A phone number Juice could track, so Tig ran to the boy’s room and kicked him out of bed. Obviously, his brother wasn’t happy about being awaken in the middle of the night and Tig refused to explain why, just threw the laptop to Juice and told him to track a number. In minutes, Juice had a response that didn’t please Tig. She had a burner phone, he couldn’t track it. He thanked Juice and let his brother go back to sleep, telling himself to do the same and let the girl handle her problems alone. However, he couldn’t close his eyes.


Charming had a few bars where someone could hang out, some of them nice, some not. I worked in a nice one, earning enough money to pay for my hotel room, food and gasoline. My shift started by the end of the afternoon, when working men walked in to have a beer or two after a long day. I served drinks, I talked, I ignored the old and ridiculous lines and when I was off duty, I had a few shots. Okay, maybe I had a few more drinks than I should and left the bar tripping on my legs. I knew where I was, where my car was and how to get back to the hotel, but for some reason I thought it was a good time to call my friend, Cindy. That was a sign I had drunk too much.

The rest of the night was a blur and I woke up in my car, the morning sun hurting my eyes. I had a confused memory about finally find my car keys and pass out inside the vehicle, but what was bothering me was a conversation on the phone. I grabbed it from the passenger’s seat, searched through the calls I had made. Yep, I had called him. The mysterious man who had called me last morning. Why in the bloody hell I hadn’t erased his number?

“Idiot”, I said to myself as I dialed again.

Tig’s POV

The meeting had been good, SAMCRO had a new business partner and Jax’s plans were going well so far, but something still was bugging Tig. He knew what it was and he was feeling a bit stupid about it, but he couldn’t help it. He was still worried about the woman, Heartbreaker, and being grumpy, just minding his own business and not actually talking to anyone. His friends had no idea what was going on, but they knew it was better to leave him alone.

Tig noticed a missing call on his phone when they got back to the clubhouse, but before he could check it, the phone rang again. He recognized the number and walked outside to answer it.

“Business man?”, she yawned at the phone.

“Are you okay?”, Tig barked and then regret it, not only about how he had talked to her, but also for being worried to someone he didn’t know. It was surreal.

“Yeah?”, she yawned again, “I saw a hundred calls on my phone and decided to call back to ask what stupid thing I said to you, maybe apologize too”

“Yes, we talked last night, you hung up on me and I tried to call back, but you’ve never answered”, he admitted, sighing, “You don’t have to apologize for anything, but you were drunk and trying to drive. What happened?”

“I fell asleep on my car, woke up this morning and drove back home”, she explained, “God, I have the worst headache ever!”

“Jesus! Girl what were you doing?”, Tig growled.

“You’re too sweet business man”, she laughed, “Business man… What’s your name by the way? You can say a fake one if you want to”

“Alex”, he blurted, not actually noticing he had said his real name.

“Nice name”, the woman said, “You can call me Y/N”

“Nice name”, Tig repeated, making her laugh.

“I’m sorry for calling you in the middle of the night Alex, it won’t happen again”, Y/N promised, “It was a pleasure talk to you again, but now I need to go back to sleep”

“Take care”, he mumbled, but the line was silent again.


Y/N. Why did I say my real name to him? I was always someone else to everyone I met. However, this guy, Alex, not only knew my real name, but I also had called him back to apologize and say I was okay. I never did that. We didn’t know each other and he only had found me because someone had given him the wrong number. It didn’t matter, I would leave Charming soon. Another city, another phone and Alex would be just a nice memory, a nice stranger I once met.

To be continued…

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STILL CHASING (Part 1 of 2)
Dr. Flug x Demencia

A/N: Okay I personally love this ship to no end. It’s an interesting dynamic to work with and I’ve really enjoyed it. Also, for pacing purposes I’ve decided to split this one into two parts! After the second part of this story comes out, I will be jumping around between ships and things, and hopefully will be back on a more regular schedule. More about that later, but until then, please enjoy!!


Demencia scurried down the halls in her usual lizard-like manner, skewwing picture frames and generally undoing all of the work 5.0.5 put into tiding up the manor that morning. With the day well underway, it came as no surprise when she heard voices coming from the lab.

“You useless idiot!” Black Hat was yelling at Flug again, probably for no good reason. Demencia looked around the door to see the poor scientist cowering in fear from Black Hat.

“Who in their right mind would need this you incompetent fool?! Why did I even bother employing you when all you seem to be capable of is trivial junk like this?!” The insults just kept coming. Demencia, with some effort, tore her eyes away from her boss and scanned the room. On the table sat a half finished device, but Demencia hadn’t the slightest clue as to what it did. All this science stuff flew mostly over her candy-colored head.

Eventually Black Hat, tired of Flug’s sub-standard work, went storming out of the room, grumbling to himself and leaving Dr. Flug a shaking, nearly crying mess. Demencia stayed still as he passed her, not wanting to evoke his wrath further. Sure, she worshiped Black Hat, but it was too early to become the focus of his rage today.

Once Black Hat was safely out of view, Demencia made her way into the lab to see Flug, with his head on the table. He appeared to be reconsidering his life choices.

“Ah! Don’t worry about it Doc!” Demencia said cheerfully, patting Flug on the back, “So what if you made and invention Black Hat didn’t like? I’m sure someone will buy it.”

“I’m a failure Demencia.” Flug groaned without moving his face from the table, “How will I ever become a great villain? Answer: I will not. I will not become one.”

“Shut up, Flug!” Demencia said, pulling up a seat next to him, her arm going comfortingly around his shoulder, “That’s quitter talk, Mister! And I don’t take quitter talk from the man who literally found a way to make thoughts manifest themselves physically.”

“Demencia I-” Flug turned slightly to look up at her.

“Or what about the time you robbed that bank all by yourself, just to let off some steam?”

“I mean I-”

“Or how you made 5.0.5 just to annoy Black Hat?!” By this point both hands were adding emphasis to her words while she talked.

“That’s not why I made him, Demencia.” By now Flug had lifted himself from the table, and was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Look! The point is, you are one of the most evil guys I know, besides Black Hat, and I don’t like it when you beat yourself up like this. That’s MY job.”

Flug sighed, actually feeling better after Demencia’s small pep talk, “You know what, you’re right.” He said, “I shouldn’t beat my self up so much.”

“That’s the spirit Flug!” Demencia said, hitting him playfully (although it did hurt quite a bit) on the shoulder, “Now come on Flug! Tell me what you were making!”

“Just a new type of bomb for Black Hat.” Flug began to explain the invention, overjoyed that Demencia was actually listening. He admired her quite a bit, with her bubbly attitude and confidence in herself. He could never tell anyone for fear of ridicule, and 5.0.5 didn’t really understand what Flug meant when he talked about her. In fact, Flug himself didn’t have a full grasp on his emotions, but he did know that he cared about the lizard girl, and having the feeling returned a bit made him quite happy.

“Well, I didn’t understand most of what you just said,” Demencia smiled, her head turned sideways as she tried to comprehend all of the information Flug threw at her, “But I do know that it sounds really cool and more importantly…super destructive.”

“Yeah,” Flug laughed, “Or at least it should be once I’m done with it.”

“Well I’m sure you can do it.” Demencia said, hopping off the work bench, “I don’t really understand what Black Hat was so upset about.”

“You still chasing him?” Flug asked, worried about her. Black Hat rather obviously didn’t return her feelings, and Flug was right here, willing to give her all of the attention she needed. Sure she could be annoying, and loud, and destructive, but that was all part of why-

“Of course!” Demencia answered his question with painful enthusiasm, her eyes turning into hearts while she spoke.

Flug sighed, of course. How could he ever hope to compete with someone like Black Hat. He was so evil and suave and confident. And what was Flug? The awkward assistant.

He watched her run out of the office, towards the kitchen. “You better not touch my lunch!” He called after her, settling back to reality. The reality where Demencia enjoyed teasing him, where he lived separated from her in the lab, where Black Hat was the only thing she could see.

With a sigh, Flug set back to work. Determined to become the feared scientist he always wanted to be. Maybe then someone would respect him.

Demencia scurried along the halls once again, happy to have helped Flug and blissfully unaware of his feelings. He was no fun to pester when he was sad.

She began looking for Black Hat, and found him in his office. He didn’t look up from his work to address her, he would rather not waste the effort at this point. She made her way to his desk, and pierced over his shoulder at his work. She thought her stealth brought her so close to her boss, when really it was his current interest in preparing for his next meeting and apathy at anything she concerned herself with.

Nothing she did could catch his attention. Nothing. And demencia left the office feeling frustrated and confused.

She wanted attention from him, in any form. Not getting it made her frustrated. And the confusion…well…

Demencia expected him to yell, to scare her with some delightfully horrifying display of his powers, but this time Black hat did nothing. She always interpreted his anger towards her as Black Hat trying to deal with his “true feelings”. Where any normal person could see that Black Hat did not love her in any way, Demencia saw the opposite. She always thought that he lashed out at her and rejected her affection so openly because that was all he could do to avoid being swept up in his love for her.

So then why didn’t he seem to care at all this time? Could it be possible that he…that Black Hat didn’t….

Demencia didn’t want to finish the thought. She tried to brush it off, and tried again after her, or should I say Flug’s, lunch. But the busy man ignored her once again.

The idea hit Demencia harder than an organ appearing from underneath her. Without Black Hat’s affection, what was her purpose? The answer: Destruction.

I Love You, You Pay My Rent: Chapter Two

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Nico had been living with Will Solace for almost three days. In that time he’d broken Will’s washing machine, found out Will had an aversion to fortune cookies and, well not much else. Will spent a lot of time out of the apartment which kind of led Nico to question why Will even wanted anybody around unless Nico’s sole purpose was a live, moody burglar alarm. If that was Wil’s logic then he was going to be solely disappointed because Nico was pretty sure Nico would either manage to miss the burglary completely or be too busy hiding under the bed to fight the intruder off.

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