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ok can someone PLEASEEEE write a little thingy where like Paul imprints on reader and all that but that scene where he wolfs out on Bella, he freaks out on reader and she gets a scar on her back or smth. I just crave this rn😭 also if someone makes it will u tag me please🥺💋

Fic Excerpt - The Bloody Puppet

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He doesn't remember when everything begins to blur together. The scarlet moon hangs above in all its radiance, lighting up everything it's light touches in a red hue. It's bright, both from the headache it induces and the crimson seeping into his clothes that it lights up and enhances the color. It is bright in contrast to his fair skin that it stains as well. The blood of a vampire ignites in bright valor and color underneath the bright red moon. The crimson seeps into everything it touches; clothing and skin, stained in the ichor that touches his face and slips into the curves of his neck. Eyelashes flutter as do his closed eyelids as the world is drowned out. "-oé." The sound rings in his ears like a chorus. It is a twisted melody that he tries to grasp. It's familiar in a way he can't discern. "Noé!" The yell of his name has his eyelids fluttering open. Recognition comes to Noé suddenly as his mind begins to run again. With vision blurred and mind foggy, he stares openly at brilliant blue that comes into view. That's right. Memories come back to him suddenly, crashing into him in violent waves as he recalls how he came to be in this predicament.

Despite everything, it's still me.

Hi, I'm sanmeikitten. I'm a former psychology student from Parts Unknown. Eons ago, I fell to earth and landed in someone's backyard where I attempted to establish a base to conquer this desolate planet, but was unfortunately mistaken for a toaster. At some point I became quantum entangled with an angel, collapsed into a tesseract, and now communicate with three-dimensional space through an Owl House fanfic. I write a lot. Most of it is meaningless, but a lot of it will make you cry. Here's my pitch for the fic: This is the ongoing Owl House fanfic that I came out of a 21 year fanfiction retirement to write! Mature rated for an overall serious approach to trauma and mental health, with an emphasis on learning to live with mental health challenges through the support of community and found family. Everybody needs hugs; everybody gets hugs. You don't necessarily have to be familiar with the franchise to read it (I wrote it as if to a brand new audience), but you'll get more references and allusions if you are. And it's incredibly queer. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55091485/

Green Bean Stream Scene

Yesmar1020

Summary:

Izuku Midoriya's quirk streams the events of his life to Twitch, and he rapidly gains a fanbase from the second the stream started. Yes, this idea is as cracky as it sounds. Yes, expect Poggers to come up every chapter. And dumb memes. Lots of dumb memes. And other things as we begin this journey into Twitch.

Now with a Tv Tropes Page!

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F F/M Multi

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Relationships: Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako Bakugou Mitsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Characters: Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Inko Bakugou Katsuki Takeyama Yuu | Mount Lady Yagi Toshinori | All Might Other Character Tags to Be Added Uraraka Ochako Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko Kayama Nemuri | Midnight Nedzu (My Hero Academia) Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl Toga Himiko Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) GLaDOS (Portal)

Additional Tags: Crack Crack Treated Seriously Aged-Up Character(s) U.A. is a University (My Hero Academia) Fluff and Angst Harems Izuku's Quirk is a Twitch Stream Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk Other Additional Tags to Be Added Why Did I Write This? This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things Tall Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko Female Mineta Minoru Female Shouji Mezou Hero Toga Himiko Toga Himiko is Not a Villain Polydoriya - Freeform Tall Uraraka Ochako Tall Usagiyama Rumi Mitsuki Bakugo is not married Female Kirishima Eijirou

Language: English

Stats:Published: 2020-09-03 Updated: 2023-01-22 Words: 42,915 Chapters: 16/? Comments: 1,159 Kudos: 3,566 Bookmarks: 1,107 Hits: 146,133

Calm Before The Storm

There were no more Yellows now. Which as a result meant no more mercy, or grace periods. No one would show kindness anymore, not when the entire world was against you. Allies would only be standing in your way. Hindrances to success.

Scott stood at the diving board, staring out upon the server. He could see everyone beginning to head back to their bases clearly. His fingers itched, the way they always did when he was Red, slowly finding his bow and holding it up. An arrow was nocked, aimed and ready for someone's head. He didn't know whose head. It didn't matter in the end. They were all just heads on bodies waiting to be chopped off.

Shaking himself out of it, he lowered his bow and put the arrow back in its quiver.

Gem was sat on the floor with her sword in her lap. A strand of hair fell over her eyes and she hastily brushed it away. She stared at her reflection in the sword, a frown tugging at her lips, tilting it this way and that presumably to find a noticeable change.

Everyone felt different as a Red.

No one knew how. There were no physical differences to before, no changes in demeanour or personality. A player didn't instantly grow cold and calculated with an intense thirst for blood. The bloodlust was always inside of them. It just never arose as a Green or a Yellow. It simmered in their stomachs on a low heat, only to have the temperature rocket up and the pot overflow, teeming with the urge to kill. The need to have blood on your fingers. To feel the weight of a weapon in your hands, or to hold the lever to set off a TNT trap.

Many tried to look for a difference. It was quite common for players unfamiliar with the game to do so. They always believed there to be something wrong with them physically, and resorted to searching for changes in what little time they had on their hands.

They never found anything, sadly, but no one did.

"Gem," Scott began, walking over to her. She lifted her eyes to his for a moment, then looked back down at her sword. "Gem." he repeated, firmer. She paid him no mind. Apparently a reflection was more important than her teammate.

Impulse stepped out of his house and sat next to Gem. He stretched his arms and placed his palms in the grass, running his hands through the blades. Like many other players, his hands were riddled with scars, burns, blisters and callouses. "What's up?"

"That's the problem," Scott replied. "Nothing. Nothing is happening."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Impulse asked. "I mean, that means we have time to prepare for an attack, or a trap." He nudged Gem with his arm playfully. "Right Gem?"

She didn't respond.

Scott leaned in a little closer and sighed. Her eyes had glazed over. Again.

"Third time today." he grumbled.

Standing up, Impulse bent down to scoop Gem up into his arms and made a start for the gate. He gestured with his head for Scott to follow, and follow he did. He opened the gate for Impulse, and the two of them descended down the stairs and walked past the Secret Keeper statue. The mere sight of it was enough to send shivers down Scott's spine and make him want to run.

They stopped by Cleo's first. Unsurprisingly, Etho was there too.

"What is it?" Cleo asked. She whispered something in Etho's ear and he nodded, scurrying off quickly.

Once his receding footsteps were out of earshot, Scott answered. "It's happening again. I'm gathering some of the players."

She nodded, gradually understanding. "Alright, just give me a moment to grab my things." she disappeared.

Scott stood there, impatiently tapping his foot until Etho arrived with Grian in tow. Both of them were holding bundles of blankets with some snacks thrown in there for good measure. Grian yawned, attempting to rub his eyes.

Cleo reemerged a short while later with more snacks and some water.

The group left and headed towards Pearl's, where Scott broke off from the group to retrieve an additional guest. Before he could even knock on the door, Martyn was outside with all his stuff, a small smile on his face.

"Cleo messaged me," he explained. Scott walked alongside him back to Pearl's, where everyone was sat waiting. Some of them weren't able to join them, so it wasn't quite as full a group as usual, but it was still something.

He took some of the blankets from Martyn and laid them out on the floor. Everyone else did the same, then sat down.

Gem was the last one to sit. Impulse had to guide her to an available spot and gently lower her until she was perched on the edge. Her eyes were still glazed, but a fraction of light and normalcy was returning to them already.

Scott sat down beside Impulse, with Martyn's head in his lap. He absent-mindedly twirled strands of Martyn's hair whilst humming a small tune. He couldn't recall where he'd heard it; perhaps in passing, in the space between the games, or maybe it had been playing when he was in a different server. It sounded similar to a drinking song, so maybe it had been from Pirates.

"Now what?" Grian asked. He perched himself far from the others, but close enough to Cleo and Etho to reach them in case of an unfortunate event. His gaze was on Gem, his eyes narrowing mildly.

Etho chimed in. "We hang out. Eat. Talk. And we wait for Gem to come back."

Cleo nodded in agreement, a small smile curling at her lips. Her hand met Etho's, and their fingers entwined.

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It took a while for Gem to come back fully. She'd return in brief fits, then leave soon after. It was like flicking a switch on and off repeatedly, only more stressful and each wait seemed to stretch on for eternity.

But once she started to ground herself, it became easier.

Her thoughts were a swirling mass of death, flashes of red every time she shut her eyes. Something was wrong with her. Something had changed, but what? What had changed so drastically about her?

She looked the same. Felt the same. Even tasted the same, which she tested herself (although maybe she did taste different and simply didn't notice.)

But something about her must have been wrong.

She was wrong. A freak. A creature of her own design or maybe someone else's.

Whenever she came to, she was surrounded by people. Impulse's hand on her knee, fingers tapping along to a rhythm. Scott humming a tune, playing with Martyn's hair, his hums occasionally turning into snippets of song lyrics. Cleo and Etho holding hands and smiling, Etho's head on cleo's shoulder, eyes shut in contentment. Grian watching warily. Pearl next to him with a calming hand on his shoulder.

A pang struck her heart when she came to.

They were all here for her. They'd dropped whatever they were doing, for her.

She was important to them.

Gem fell back again into that whirlpool of thoughts. They swirled viciously in her mind, growling and barking and biting like a pack of rabid wolves. Their fur was the colour of blood, and Their eyes were pools of purple. A strange black liquid oozed from Their fangs and dripped onto the ground. They approached from all sides, closing in slowly, leaving Gem less and less time to escape.

Panic bubbled in her chest and she balled the clumps of her shirt in her hands, trying to remember how to breathe.

"You're okay," Impulse's voice whispered in her mind. Was she? She didn't feel like it. "I've got you."

She almost laughed at the thought. He didn't. Not only because she was here and he was out there but also because no one could ever truly have Gem secure in their company. There was always that thin line, that tightrope of danger she was obliged to walk on. One misstep and she fell back into that world of blood, wolves and that rising sense of fear.

"Gem, we're here for you. Take your time." Cleo.

"You've got this," was a half-hearted encouragement from Martyn. He yelped, grumbled under his breath, then hastily added, "I believe in you!"

A hand gently squeezed her kneecap. She saw it, saw the hand, but not the hand at the same time. It flickered in and out of physicality, not wanting to be there for too long. Then it settled into reality with a firm determination.

Something else appeared, too. A shaky apparition, a figure bathed in sunlight. His wings were folded against his back, his red sweater worn and fraying. There was a scar on his temple, and a bruise on his cheek. A second appeared closer to her, gently illuminated by small floating stars, his pointed ears sharp and alert. Then came another, in a cloak of woven moonlight, a toothy smile revealing her elongated canines.

Then finally came one surrounded by a thick outline of red. There was a pendant around his neck of a hand grasping an hourglass.

They all smiled kindly at her, their faces coming into visibility slowly. Everything unnatural about them faded away until they were simply Grian, Scott, Pearl and Martyn, all still in their respective positions.

"Welcome back," Etho greeted.

Scott exhaled in relief, his hand falling to his side. Martyn frowned at its absence, sitting up properly. His hand crept into Scott's lap and rested on his thigh. A grin curled at Scott's lips.

Gem leaned into Impulse. "I'm tired." she whispered, not trusting her voice enough to raise it much more. Still, her words carried across to the others and a blanket was tossed her way. She caught it easily - surprisingly enough, but that must've been a good thing if her reflexes were already coming back - and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"G'night," Martyn said, letting gravity push him backwards. Scott fell with him, letting out a displeased noise when his back hit the ground. "Let's all have a five minute grace period before killing each other, yeah?"

They all mumbled their assent.

Gem and Impulse lay down, close but not touching. She couldn't touch him just yet; her body still didn't quite feel as it should. But when it did, she'd hug him.

Until then, she'd have to rest.

A Red Life was many things; vicious, unforgiving, spiteful, vengeful.

But they were also kind, gentle and merciful when the time called for it.

Masterlist

Key: Fluff = ☀️, Angst = 💔, Mature = ®️,

Neutral = 😌

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Criminal minds:

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Enola Holmes:

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Fantastic 4:

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Harry Potter:

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Hunger Games:

Katniss Everdeen: - Nighmares With a Side of Comfort 😌

IT:

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Labyrinth:

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Marvel:

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Scott Pilgrim vs. The World:

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Shameless:

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Stranger Things:

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The Babysitter:

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The End of The Fucking World:

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The Lost Boys:

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The NeverEnding Story:

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The Princess Bride:

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Wednesday:

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X-Men:

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#request : fem!reader has an alcoholic/abusive father and finds comfort in colby.

CONTENT WARNING❕implied abuse, mentions of alcoholism.

fluff and angst, with a sprinkle of angry colby if you squint. this is on the longer side, so get comfy.

There was a limit to how much you could take, and god, you were creeping up on it a little too quickly. The yelling, screaming, broken beer bottles and the numerous dents and holes in the drywall, all of it was piling up and you could feel yourself starting to crack.

Losing your job a few months ago forced you to move back home, something you were trying to avoid at all costs. But you had been left with no choice, despite knowing exactly how your father was. Especially when he had a few drinks in his system.

And tonight was especially bad.

Your father wasn’t alone — having invited a few of his work buddies to watch a late night football game. Drinks inevitably in hand. The yelling became louder and louder as it dragged on, his frustrations over his team losing ultimately getting taken out on you.

It got to the point where you were afraid to even set foot out of your bedroom, catching wind of the crude and nasty whispers he’d exchange with his friends when he didn’t think you could hear. Specifically pertaining to you.

You’d finally had it.

You were hungry, tired, and needed to get out of this environment before you lost what was left of your sanity. You slipped into a simple pair of sleep shorts and a worn out, oversized tee before grabbing your phone and car keys.

“Where you think you’re going?” Your father slurred as he noticed you making a beeline down the hallway.

Giving a roll of your eyes, you mumbled, “out.”

Despite being wobbly and uncoordinated on his feet, he still managed to get up and slide right in front of you. Towering over your much smaller frame. Intimidation was his biggest weapon against you.

“I don’t think so.”

You stared up at him, feet planted where they were. You had no intention of moving or backing down, not this time. Your defiance seemed to earn a nasty snarl and curl of his upper lip, scoffing as he glanced over at his friends on the sofa. Both of their mouths twitching up into a smirk that mirrored his.

“I’m going to see a friend. Please move.”

The silence was deafening as he pressed even closer, a silent threat that he could easily lay hands on you if he wanted. And you knew he wanted to. But he didn’t, surprisingly. With a wrinkle of his nose, he pulled back and stumbled into the living room once more.

You took the opportunity to rush right out the front door and down the driveway, sliding into your car as you let out a shaky breath. It was hard to concentrate on driving as you gripped the steering wheel so hard your knuckles were painted white. Ears ringing and heart thumping so hard you thought it might burst right out of your chest.

Not even thinking of where you were going, you weren’t entirelt surprised to find yourself pulling up into Colby’s driveway. Parking and switching the engine off, you marched right up to the front door and knocked rapidly. Hoping to god he’d answer.

And he did.

The door swung open and a confused Colby peered out towards you, eyes blinking as his lips curled into a soft smile.

“Hey! What’re you—” he paused mid sentence once he noticed the look on your face, smile dropping as he opened the door even wider.

Your bottom lip began to quiver and within a split second, you felt your resolve crumbling. The dam splitting open and wave after wave crashing through the narrow channel of your emotional walls. Tears flooded your eyes and already started rolling down your cheeks.

Colby stepped forward and reached out with a gentle hand, placing it at the curve of your jaw.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?”

His voice was low, but sweet as each word dripped fron the tip of his tongue. You gave a halfhearted shrug of your shoulders as you kept your gaze down at your feet. “My dad.”

Something in him switched and you could feel the tension bubble up, his own jaw clenching tightly. He was incredibly protective of you and always had been, especially when it came to your father.

“Did he hurt you, y/n?” It was less of a question and more of a subtle demand for an answer. Because god only knows if you were to say yes, he’d be gone in a flash. Seething and see nothing put pure, hellish red.

You were quick to shake your head, looking up at him through your teared stained lashes. And before either of you said anything more, he wrapped an arm around the small of your back and ushered you into the house. Closing the door behind him.

He pulled you along with him towards the sofa in the large living room, sitting down beside you as he let out a soft, mournful little sigh. “What happened? Talk to me.”

You leaned back into the cushions, pulling your knees up to your chest as your arms wrapped tightly around them.

“It’s suffocating. I can’t fucking do it anymore. His drinking is getting even worse, and it’s not just him. It’s his friends, too.”

Colby’s eyes were glued to you, bright blue burning holes into your skin.

His hand, fingers decorated with the silver rings he always loved to wear, reached out and gently wiped away the lingering tears that were resting just below your lashes. You instinctively leaned right in to his touch, eyes fluttering closed only for a moment before they peeked back open again.

“Stay for the night. Sam’s already asleep and I’m wide awake, I could use the company.”

It was impossible not to smile at the idea of him wanting your company. And you absolutely loved spending time with him, perhaps a little more than you’d ever openly admit to his face. “Really?”

Colby raised his brows, chuckling softly as he nodded in respond.

“Hell yeah, it’s been a while since we properly hung out anyway,” he mentioned as he pushed up from the sofa, holding out both his hands towards you as he wiggled his fingers expectantly.

With a playful roll of your eyes, your placed your hands within his and let him pull you up. There was a brief moment where you felt uncharacteristically close to him, tip of your nose only centimeters from touching his. You could feel the soft puff of his breath against your mouth, heart skipping a beat as it kicked up a notch in rhythm.

You wondered if he felt it too, if his own heart was pounding like yours was. And that was when you realized he still hadn’t let go of your hands. You gave them a squeeze, to which he eagerly returned. Head suddenly leaned down to ghost his lips across the edge of your jawline.

That was certainly unexpected.

“What do you say….” Colby began with a whisper into your ear, slowly pulling away. “What do you say we get comfortable and pick a movie, hm? There’s leftover pizza in the fridge, too.”

Your head lulled backwards as he started to pull you towards the staircase, still not letting go of your hands even as your arms were stretched out in front of you. Lips forming a wide, ear to ear smile as you finally gave in.

“Okay, okay. Is it pepperoni?”

He bit down on his lower lip, letting go of your hands as he rubbed his own together in a cute display of excitement. “With the stuffed crust, too. I’ll heat up a couple of slices, YOU go get comfortable.”

You watched as he sauntered over towards the kitchen, turning on your heels as you called out softly at the last minute.

“Colby?”

He stopped in his tracks, peeking around the corner of the wall with that innocent sparkle radiating from his bright blue eyes. The one you adored so incredibly much.

Your stomach fluttered with a million tiny butterflies the moment you two made eye contact again, struggling to find the proper words in the haze of your own feelings.

“Thank you for, you know…”

He didn’t say a word, he simply hurried back over towards you and hooked his finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up and planting a tender, quick kiss right to the center of your lips. Tongue poking out to trace along his own top one, as if he were savoring the way you tasted once you two broke apart.

“It’s what I’m here for, right?” One last smile and he finally disappeared off into the kitchen.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in, mind reeling as you were left dizzy and infatuated. This was already a much better night than you’d planned it to be.

#1

Danny didn't expect a lot of weirdness when he started this loop. He was sorely mistaken.

The realization came to him when he realized he had retained the previous loop's features and still looked like a 25-year-old gangster, tattoos and all. Not to mention he was staring down at the tiny version of one Johan Seong.

Taking a deep breath of his cigarette he allowed himself another glance downwards, which he immediately regretted.

"Could you give me your shoes?' Johan looked up at him with his big brown eyes shining with a sort of innocence Daniel had never seen on the boy before.

He exhaled the smoke upwards, as far away from the little one's face as possible, then crouched down and extinguished his cigarette on the pavement while his free hand reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a wad of cash that had seemingly traversed back with him and handed it to the wide-eyed boy with the gentlest smile he could manage.

"Take care of yourself" He ruffled little Johan's hair before getting back up and continuing down the sidewalk.

Without hurrying he made his way to a hotpot restaurant, keenly aware of his little shadow. He stopped right in front of it and turned around startling the boy so badly that he instinctively cowered.

"Have you had anything to eat yet?" The man asked, softening his expression so as not to frighten the boy more than he already had.

Johan shook his head and Daniel gestured for him to go in. He marveled at the boy's innocence as his eyes grew larger and he sprinted into the hotpot shop with an expression of childish glee that tugged at the older's heartstrings. This boy had not yet lost the spark in his eyes, though judging by his appearance he had already suffered through the whole cult ordeal.

Daniel chuckled at his enthusiasm and allowed Johan to choose what to order while they sat down next to each other.

"Hey mister, you're really nice!" The boy exclaimed, biting into a piece of meat. "You didn't even kick me when I asked for your shoes and gave me money and everything!"

Danny hummed back while swallowing his own food before wiping a trail of broth off the boy's chin. Johan watched him with keen eyes but didn't lean back or in. It was like the boy was trying to decide whether to be suspicious or revel in this tiny moment of affection that made him feel all fuzzy and warm inside. His mommy used to make him feel like that a long time ago when he was really little but hadn't done so since. Adults only play nice when they want something from you, he reminded himself when the tall dark-haired man retracted his hand and placed the crumbled napkin back on the table before returning to his meal. Something about him made Johan feel safe, something he hadn't felt since they had taken his mommy away, and made him want to cling to him. That's why he had followed him in the first place.

Seeing the boy lost in thought Daniel suppressed a tiny smirk and gently flickered his forehead, only hard enough to wake him from his reverie. He was rewarded with a pout that almost made him coo, but the boy's attention quickly went back to his remaining meal which he once more began to swallow feverishly.

"Slow down." The man chided while handing him a glass of water when Johan accidentally choked.

His actions seemed to have taken a more paternal turn ever since his eyes had landed on the tiny boy, but he didn't really care at the moment. Every bone in his imposing body screamed to take the boy home, wrap him in a blanket and protect him from this cruel world but he suppressed such thoughts. Although his morals had long since been distorted he had yet to completely lose his sense of boundaries. Kidnapping a child wouldn't do, not when he himself seemed to always get into trouble somehow. He didn't even have a place to stay at the moment, so that plan went out the window before it even began.

"Hey, mister", a tiny, high-pitched voice put a stop to his spiraling thought and his tired black eyes clashed with bright brown innocent ones, "what's your name?"

Daniel almost got whiplash with how suddenly his other thoughts paused but didn't show any outward signs of his newfound weakness. The child was making him soft.

"Daniel", he wiped his mouth with a napkin, "and you?"

"I'm Johan!"

His enthusiasm seemed to be infectious because he soon found himself smiling and humming while following along with the small brunette as he chatted about anything and everything. Yep, the child was definitely making him soft. And wasn't that a weirdly welcome surprise?

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In the following days, the two of them kept bumping into each other, and each time they did they ended up back at the same hotpot restaurant.

Daniel had gotten a job at a nearby supermarket that reminded him of his old convenience store, with the added bonus that it paid better and no one dared to look down on him (not that most even could anyway). That way he had the funds to keep taking little Johan to eat at least once a week, although he had yet to find a place for himself. That particular thing wasn't really a problem, since he had long since learned the best sleeping spots in the city during some of his past loops and no one dared to attack him while he slept, out of fear.

In the last loop, Daniel had gotten really jacked up and covered most of his upper body in tattoos symbolizing various things, from his friends to events from other loops and so forth. Unless you really paid attention you probably couldn't tell what they meant, since the man had paid special attention to hiding such details in the very images representing them.

That evening, as he was making his way back from his job Daniel stumbled over a sight that made his blood boil. On the ground was a brunette little lump, covered in blood and bruises, with shards of broken glass and pieces of broken bottles surrounding it. Burying his anger deep in his chest the man stumbled to the child's side, crouching down to take a better look at the damage. No one other than him was around, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.

With his foot, he nudged away most of the glass before kneeling over the unmoving Johan. He breathed a sigh of relief after finding a pulse, took off his ratty black trench coat, and scooped the bundle up into it. Careful not to hold him too tight and risk making his injuries worse Daniel made his way quickly to one of his nearby hideouts in an old abandoned building. Johan stirred and let out a weak whimper when he bangs climbing the crumbling stairs.

"It's okay, just hang on for a little longer. You'll be okay." He hushed the child suppressing the urge to cuddle him until he felt better no matter how much his chest ached at the notion of having to prolong his pain.

"Just a little longer" He promised the half-conscious boy, finally reaching the floor he had claimed as his own.

Without letting go of Johan he reached underneath an old, rotten dresser and pulled out a backpack that was obviously newer than anything else in this room, though, upon a closer inspection, one could see that it was missing a strap and looked torn in places. Daniel didn't once stop whispering reassurances and praise for how well he was doing as he removed the shard from his skin and bandaged the cuts. While relieved that the boy didn't seem to have any broken bones, he still gritted his teeth while applying cream to the patches of sickening blue and yellow covering his skin and wrapping his wounds.

Once he was finished dressing his wounds he wrapped the boy in one of his jackets and placed him on a relatively clean mattress he had managed to procure from a lovely lady at a yard sale, allowing himself a moment to marvel at how much younger and smaller he looked while sleeping. That night he didn't sleep, instead guarding Johan and making plans on returning the favor tenfold to those who had dared to lay their filthy hands on his kid.

When the first rays of sunlight slipped through the cracked window Johan began to stir. His whole body hurt, but not as much as it had when those guys beat him up. He was on something soft and he cuddled into the warmth before his mind caught up with his awake body. Warmth? He lurched forward in a panic before a pair of big warm hands gently pushed his back.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you're safe."

He didn't recognize the voice at first but his brain automatically associated it with safety so he relaxed and allowed himself to be pushed back into what he now realized was a jacket almost three times his size in which he had been wrapped in. The pain in his back flared, but he pushed it away in favor of analyzing the room.

It didn't look like anything special. The walls were cracked and the paint had fallen off in some places. He was laying on a mattress that looked like a dog had bitten off one of its corners. Opposite him was an old wooden table with two plastic chairs that didn't belong to the same set on either side of it and next to it was a dresser that looked like it had come straight out of a haunted victorian mansion.

Finally, Johan's eyes landed on the figure at the foot of his bed and a shy smile bloomed on his battered face. Daniel returned it even wider while leaning towards him and placing a calloused palm on his forehead. The action made him fidget, but he soon calmed down when the man took his hand back, seemingly satisfied.

"Where does it hurt?"

The boy's first reaction was to deny that there was anything wrong with him but the look in Danny's eyes made him think otherwise. Timidly he pointed at the parts where he could still feel the pain, watching with bated breath as the man's expression seemed to grow darker and darker.

Finally, he hummed in the way Johan had learned to distinguish as him having gotten what he wanted and let out a deep breath. Although his hand itched for a cigarette, he remained steadfast in his refusal to smoke anywhere near the boy these days. Instead, he forced on a blank expression and began rummaging through the backpack. He pulled out a bottle of water and a store-bought sandwich and handed them to the child after checking the expiration date.

He made sure that the copycat didn't choke while wolfing down the slightly stale sandwich and reflexively wiped the crumbs off his cheeks after he had finished, lamenting at how sunken they were. He resolved to hound the boy to go with him to the hotpot store more often, if only to make sure he ate enough.

"Why?"

"Mhm?"

"Why-Why did you take me to your place? Why did you take care of me and feed me? You haven't asked for anything back? I-I don't have anything to give you! I can't-"

The boy's broken tirade was cut off by a pair of scarred but warm hands circling around his trembling frame and bringing him into someone's chest. The dam broke, and tears began flowing down his pale cheeks like waterfalls. He didn't even know why he was crying, but the building ache in his chest seemed to have finally bubbled to the surface and overwhelmed him. It wasn't fair! Why did this stranger he had met not even a month ago care for him more than his mommy did? Why? Why couldn't he be a normal kid? Why couldn't he go to school, and make friends, and play with toys?

Daniel listened to the little one wrapped in his arms choke on his own sobs and hiccups while mumbling unintelligibly and his heart shattered. The unfairness of it all hit him straight on and at that moment he found that he didn't care if his shirt was wet with tears and snot and bits of saliva, nor did he care that his work would start in half an hour. He could afford to lose his job (even if it would be a rather nasty blow to his income) if it meant that the little boy who was drifting off to sleep on his chest, having already tired himself out crying, wouldn't be alone when he woke up.

No, he thought clutching Johan closer to himself, he wouldn't let him be alone again. He wouldn't abandon him and he would do his darned best so that he would get a normal childhood.

A Time's Mind

author:

Widow_Spyder

summary:

Gen shut off the TV with a huff, angrily throwing the remote onto the floor before burying his head into the couch cushion and letting himself go.

Oh yes indeed, everyone was having the time of their lives, back in a newly minted world with technology and high rises and working water pumps. Everyone except for one. Because of those 367 days since they saved humanity. Gen had been alone for 322 of them.

3,000 Miles

author:

MRI

summary: Gen had no plans when he packed a bag, bought a plane ticket for New York, and ultimately ran away from home in the span of a night, simply functioning off the need to disappear. Needless to say, taking a transcontinental trip across America via train with a science-obsessed stranger was not what he had expected when he decided to abandon his lush lifestyle in Japan. But even then, Gen couldn't help but want to join the eccentric stranger in his journey of chasing the stars. More specifically, he wanted to chase him.

Your Sweet Scent

author:

cutiefemdom

summary:

Todoroki smirked and pulled back, "and I thought I was supposed to be the socially awkward one."

Bakugou blinked.

"I'm asking if you want to be my heat partner."

𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲.

Cluelessly Courted

author:

Luvplush_3

summary: During Courting Week, Chuuya receives gifts from his long-time crush who is also his best friend. Somehow, he misunderstands everything.

Butterflies and Storms

author:

Chailily

summary:

“That girl in the back! She’s getting away!”

Chuuya whipped around to see that his men were right — one of their assailants was an ability user, and she was using her power to escape.

Shit.

Mori had been painfully clear when he’d assigned this mission. He expected no survivors.

Chuuya dropped his ability’s hold on the six or seven people around him, then kicked off of a nearby wall to propel himself at the girl. She was slowly dissipating into light, vanishing upwards into the ceiling, but before the edge of her coat could vanish Chuuya shot by like a dark bullet, reached out, and just barely grabbed it.

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Chuuya gets transported to the past! Watch him struggle to figure out what the hell’s happening, then enlist the help of a young Oda to get back. But with the past altered, will he return to the same future he left behind?

love's a word (i've always hated)

author: lettuce_bee17

summary:

5 times Riddle tries to say "I love you" + 1 time he succeeds.

Sequel to: "say my name (like it's a bad word)" and "he laughs at my dreams (but i dream about his laughter)"