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makeste · 1 year ago

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BnHA Chapter 407: Wait Why Are You Running Away

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan figured out how to control his quirk upgrade and was totally chill and normal about it. Definitely not terrifying at all. He actually spent the entire chapter smiling and laughing like the wholesome little boy he is. I don’t know why Kid For One is so freaked out about it. He even politely introduced himself using his childhood nickname. Clearly he just wants to be friends with you, KFO!

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “sorry to keep you waiting, here’s the AFO and Yoichi flashback you ordered at long last” and proceeds to serve a nightmarish stew of HUMAN MISERY and RATS and STABBING and CARNAGE and SO MUCH MURDER and THE SINGLE MOST FUCKED-UP CASE OF CODEPENDENCY ANYONE HAS EVER WRITTEN. I was not even remotely prepared for any of this, and if anyone else claims that they were, I will call you a liar to your face. If this chapter had a mouth it would scream. Or just sob, ceaselessly and uncontrollably. I’m really glad Horikoshi is on break next week because that man needs to take a fucking nap. My god.

okay WOW

anyone else read the first two words and just immediately say to themselves, “oh okay, so it’s gonna be one of those chapters”? I mean, I guess we were due for a darker chapter after last week’s Kacchan Comedy Tour. but idk, I just wasn’t expecting “homeless sick prostitute with a drinking problem” levels of dark

AND SHE’S PREGNANT?!

what exactly is this manga rated again? doesn’t this backstory seem just a little bit raw for the impressionable kiddos??

has anyone actually checked in on Horikoshi recently? you know, just to make sure he is okay??

what a fun and wholesome manga this is

the lil baby arm covered in blood with the AFO hole on the palm. lying next to the dead mom hand. what an image to sear into our minds. I guess it’s been a while since he killed any dogs. gotta keep us on our toes somehow

also wasn’t expecting AFO and Yoichi to be twins! that puts an interesting spin on their relationship, because it’s usually a closer bond than even regular siblings. especially with all of that delightful shared trauma from a young age!!

yes, exactly

ohhhh this chapter is gonna hurt me, isn’t it. okay. ooooooookay. let’s do this

OH I’M SORRY, THERE’S MORE?!

Horikoshi my dude. you do realize that their mom dying in childbirth and the two of them just barely surviving and growing up as street orphans would have already been MORE than tragic enough, backstory-wise. you did not have to turn this into a freaking horror show with RATS TRYING TO EAT THEIR NEWBORN SELVES jesus christ

and THAT’S where you chose to put a one year timeskip?!

what the fuck am I reading here, you guys. no please tell me, I am actually desperate to understand

so the narrator is saying that some of the quirks manifested later in life, in “pubescent and pre-pubescent stages”, which is interesting because it’s the first time I can recall hearing about someone actually manifesting a quirk that late. maybe Deku’s old OFA cover story was more plausible than I realized

anyway so eventually it occurred to everyone that they should maybe freaking study this shit, idk. and eventually the researchers concluded that the superpowers came from a new gene that apparently isn’t human. and upon hearing that, society apparently lost its freaking mind. which is fascinating to me because it implies that the turning point wasn’t actually the superpowers themselves, but the realization of what it meant

like, so they were apparently fine with it when they thought it was a “mysterious disease”, but somehow it hit different when they learned it wasn’t actually a sickness at all, but instead the Next Step in Evolution. and it became an “us vs them” thing, as opposed to a “we have to cure these poor people” thing. damn

anyway so now Japan is a dystopia and we’re cutting to a big crowd of merc-looking dudes who are getting ready to attack some “meta freaks”, how lovely

but who is this figure in the shadows

I ask politely, as if it wasn’t already beyond obvious that this is AFO about to wreck some people’s shit

ohhhhh my god lmao

hopefully Katsuki and Deku can take the present day AFO out before he winds up looking like this. because this little fella is clearly demonic and idk if anyone can stop him

you all don’t understand. you need to run the fuck away right now

oh shit it’s already too late for them

it’s too late for any of us. it’s over. it’s all fucking over

((((；゜Д゜)))

AFO I am putting the manga down. I am backing away slowly with my hands in the air. I mean you no harm. please for the love of god have mercy

holy

“you see, we told you he wasn’t human” okay Scientific Research Group, you know what?? you win this round I guess

“HE WAS LITERALLY EVIL FROM BIRTH” HORIKOSHI SERIOUSLY ARE YOU OKAY??

HE WAS BORN AN ARROGANT BABY is literally the most terrifying sentence I have ever read

what the entire fuck

it’s a gorgeous sunny mid-November afternoon outside my window. but no matter how hard it tries, the light cannot reach this place

what kind of moron would throw a can of soda at him. officially the stupidest person we have ever seen in this manga

OH MY GOD OF COURSE IT’S HIM LMAO

(ETA: how come baby Yoichi has clothes that fit him perfectly but baby AFO is just stomping around wearing a tablecloth.)

BABY YOICHI. OH MY GOD. HOW THE HELL DID YOU GROW UP TO BE SANE AND KIND AND GOOD. THAT’S MY QUESTION THAT I NEED ANSWERED RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE LITERALLY A MIRACLE. YOU ARE AN IMPOSSIBILITY, DO YOU KNOW THAT

small and weak, but also so, so cute. all of the cuteness genes went straight to him. no wonder AFO was jealous

(ETA: just want to press pause for a second to speculate about what type of twins AFO and Yoichi are, since it has some relevance to the story, and especially to the OFA/AFO quirk lore. so! at first glance the two of them would appear to be fraternal twins, just based on the fact that they have very different appearances, and also the fact that Yoichi doesn’t have the AFO quirk – no holes in his hands, etc. identical twins are born from the same fertilized egg, so in theory they would both have the same sequence of DNA, which means Yoichi would have had the same quirk as AFO. but that doesn’t appear to be the case. so all of that points to them being fraternal, not identical.

on the other hand, there is one piece of evidence in this chapter that does support them being identical twins, and that’s the fact that per the narration, AFO absorbed most of the nutrients from their mother. a few minutes of google fu informed me that this condition is relatively rare, and only happens in cases where two twins share a placenta, which typically is only the case for identical twins. HOWEVER, for what it’s worth, there have also been rare instances where two fraternal twin placentas fuse together and become a single placenta. AND this apparently also increases the chances of one of the twins gaining more of the nutrients and causing the other twin to have a lower birth weight.

so based on the evidence here, my conclusion is that the two of them are most likely fraternal twins with a case of placental fusion. besides, you can’t tell me that stealing his baby brother’s placenta while the two of them are literally still in the womb doesn’t sound like exactly the type of BS that fetus!AFO would pull, lol.)

HEY!?!

okay?!?!?! well to be fair he did throw that soda at him

oh my god this is so fucked up. in like the best and worst way possible

I genuinely couldn’t ask for a better AFO backstory. it’s so incredibly twisted, and you actually do feel sorry for him. or at least I do. but it’s also beyond clear that this kid was FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL REASON right from the get go. zero goodness in him. literally doesn’t see other people as people. sees them as possessions only. things to rule over. not other thinking, feeling human beings. and that includes his own little brother

but. even if it’s not actually what I would call love, there’s still... attachment, there. it’s the closest he can get to actually caring about someone. guh. just, somehow they have both managed to humanize him, and at the same time made him less human than ever. this manga, man. this fucking manga, though

lmao and here we go. Captain Hero

you know, all those times that I made fun of AFO for not knowing how to read, I never suspected that the twist in his backstory would be that he LITERALLY DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO READ dfksjdlfkjslkdf

but seriously though. because Yoichi appears to be self-taught, and I can’t see AFO having the patience for that, and CLEARLY no one else was around to teach him, sooooo...

oh my goodness it’s actually getting wholesome up in here

what a good fucking boy. poor AFO. fuck me, I can’t help it. it’s not your fault you’re the world’s greatest monster you poor bastard

now we’re cutting to THREE YEARS LATER. okay

is he going to declare war on the glowing baby

typical teenager concerned about nothing but likes and view counts. AFO you would be so much happier if you stopped worrying about all of that and just focused on your own growth

oh, lol. well that was quick

(ETA: r.i.p. Damien.)

“this guy had more instagram followers than me. so I killed him” honey. sweetie pie. you need therapy

omfg

all this time I was wondering who AFO’s middle school lit teacher was who had failed so spectacularly at teaching him reading comprehension. and it was YOICHI ALL ALONG. omg

“and, presumably, that’s how it always was and always will be.” dude. can you imagine listening to AFO’s oral book report on A Tale of Two Cities. “ahem. it was the Best of Times. the end” buddy noooooooo

it was at that moment when Yoichi knew, etc. etc.

oh my GOD I scrolled down to the next panel right after this one and I just IMMEDIATELY DIED LAUGHING

“WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID” ffffffffffffffff I fucking can’t omfg

NOW THIS HUSSY IS STEALING HIS BROTHER AWAY FROM HIM NOOOOOOO

HE’S HIS!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! THAT’S NOT ALLOWED!!!

oh my god the hands. so wait, is this just the standard symbolic BnHA handholding, or are there More Levels To This. when exactly did Yoichi pass OFA on to Kudou. like is that why the sudden close-up and all that? omg

WHAT!!!!

OH THAT’S THE END, HUH? THAT’S THE END RIGHT THERE, AND THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS. I SEE. OKAY THEN. EXCUSE ME WHILE I PUT MY LAPTOP DOWN AND GO INTO THE NEXT ROOM AND SCREAM INTO A PILLOW

oh my god. and break next week too. this is what you guys have been dealing with this entire time huh. I understand your feelings now. godfuckingdammit lmao

#bnha 407 #all for one #shigaraki yoichi #ofa the first #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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katerinaaqu · 8 months ago

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Continuing from Part 2

Guilt (P3 + Footnotes)

"Odysseus" Meriones approached him, "Are you alright?"

Odysseus winced in pain. He hadn't realized he had clenched his fist so hard that it hurt him. He unclenched it.

"Yes..." he whispered, "Yes, I'm fine..."

Odysseus moaned. That baby...the look at that infant's face...Astyanax was gone...he had given his place to Telemachus. Priam's slain face was Laërtes...mourning Andromache was his wife... He grasped his head with both hands.

"Damn you Neoptolemus! Damn you Helen for starting it! Damn you Menelaus for dragging me into this... Damn you Palamedes! Damn you all! Why should I have taken this blood upon me?! Why did it have to be me?!"

He sighed.

"Polites...I want to be alone for a little while..."

"Do you think that is wise...?" Polites asked with hidden meaning.

"Wise!" Odysseus voiced like an echo, "No, perhaps not but I got tired of being wise for now..."

Polites sighed.

"At least add some water to your wine...please Odysseus"

Odysseus dismissed him with a move of his hand. He wasn't much in the mood for anything at that moment. He knew war wouldn't be pleasant but these events of just one night were taking the cake. He was exhausted; sleepless for two nights and a full day and right now the Sacker of Cities, the Man of Many Ways was terrified. He collapsed again and his tears overflowed from his eyes, wetting the table below. He grasped his wet hair with his fingers as if he was ready to uproot them.

"Gods! Please Athena, please, I beg of you...if you love me...p-protect my son! Let the miasma fall on me! Not him! I-I...I just wanted to g-go home! I just wanted to see them again...my Penelope...my Telemachus...! I-I never meant for this to happen! P-Please...! I beg of you if you love me...p-protect my son! Don't let the gods' wrath fall upon their heads! P-Please...! F-Forgive me! I...I just...I just wanted to go home!"

He couldn't decide what to pray for first... Words cascaded out of his mouth without any coherent way or syntax. He only prayed desperately, wetting with his tears the table. Sun was already setting and Troy was taken...but at what cost...

Menelaus and Agamemnon entered Odysseus's hut one after the other.

"I gotta give it to you, Odysseus!" Agamemnon said, "You WERE telling the truth when you said you could take Troy in one night!"

Odysseus was collapsed upon his chair, looking at them with an unreadable expression to his face. The jug was resting empty somewhere after the feet of his seat.

"Hm..." he hummed, "That's me. I am the trickster, remember? I lie, I scheme and I trick. That is what I do"

Agamemnon raised a brow.

"Are you drunk?!" He asked in disbelief

"One more shame to add to the events of this night..." Odysseus replied bitterly.

"Shame? I do not understand. We finally sacked the city. You can finally go home."

"Home..." Odysseus whispered, "I wonder...what shall I say to Penelope when she asks? Or Telemachus? If he asks 'father what did you do and you were away?', 'I was at war, my son', 'did you fight honorably and sack many cities?'... What shall I say for what we've done...?"

"I do not understand you Odysseus. It was your idea"

"Yeah somehow I do not doubt it..." Odysseus mumbled bitterly, "I was wrong, Agamemnon. This was not what I imagined...what I planned..."

He sighed shifting his position a bit to his chair.

"Priam is dead, you know that..."

"Yeah, like we expected to-..."

"On the altar. On the freaking altar, Agamemnon..."

"Yeah I heard..."

"Imagine that happening to any of us...in our homelands. If one cannot respect the holy laws then what?"

He played a bit with his empty cup.

"Priam murdered on the altar...Cassandra raped mercilessly and now Ajax looks for shelter to the very same altar he dragged her out of, to avoid being stoned to death..." the king of Ithaca rubbed the bridge of his nose, "...death...death and fire everywhere..."

"Odysseus..." spoke Menelaus, "I understand that you are grieving, it was not easy or pleasant but..."

"The boy...he was the same age as my son! Thrown off the wall..."

"Odysseus" Agamemnon spoke again, "I honestly don't understand you. Others would fly from joy with your glory. You had a good plan and it worked. Thanks to you we can all go home."

Odysseus's eyes became bottomless. Even Agamemnon had to lower his gaze against it.

"The blasphemy put us under the anger of gods, Agamemnon. Remember that. Listen..."

Agamemnon seemed like indeed trying to listen something.

"The Trojans are not the only ones mourning. We lost many good men too. We lost Achilles. Or have you forgotten?"

Agamemnon sighed deeply.

"His loss...was tragic indeed" he finally said, "we had our differences but his loss was a great price..."

"Quite so..." Odysseus whispered, "was it really worth it? The price we had to pay to sack Troy?"

He shifted his weight to his chair lethargically. He rubbed his forehead with his free hand for a second. The dizziness bad settled for real in his brain. He leaned his head back again, earning a small cracking sound from his neck.

"And since we are at it, I have a question for you, Agamemnon, son of Atreus, the first among the Greeks... What did the Trojans REALLY do to us to deserve such an end?"

"You're drunk! You don't know what you're talking about!"

Odysseus snorted humorlessly.

"Oh, I am drunk, alright. But I know exactly what I am talking about. And you do too. They took Helen, sure, or at least one of them did. But their real crime against us was that they protected their lands...from us. That's what we would have done as well..."

Agamemnon was ready to speak again but Menelaus stopped him.

"Brother, that's enough"

He then turned ti Odysseus sympathetically.

"Look, Odysseus, I understand that it hurts and I am sorry too that I put you through that indirectly, but please do not melt away. No matter what the actions of others was not your choice."

Odysseus said nothing. He only sighed.

"Will you join us at the games later? You are the hero of the day. Your presence is asked for."

Odysseus scoffed.

"Oh I will be there, alright. I never miss a good party!"

Menelaus smiled sadly.

"Thank you, Odysseus...for everything. I really mean it... I will see you later, when you sober up a little..."

He looked at his friend and added;

"And...we shall mention none...of this" he pointed at him indicating his condition.

Odysseus soullessly nodded as if wanting to attempt some humor.

"Thanks...I appreciate it"

Agamemnon was ready to say something but apparently he decided against it. He only sighed and turned to leave before finally asking;

"Will you come to take a pick from the spoils? You deserve it given it was thanks to you we got in"

The tired king made a dismissive move with his hand.

"No. I'm fine with whatever. Just include me to the next lottery" he replied indifferently

"Are you sure? You deserve a better share"

Odysseus smiled humorlessly.

"Last time I chose and defended my choice, we lost Aias the Telamonian. I think we lost enough for one decade, don't you think?"

It was a failure of attempt for humor and he knew it but Agamemnon only sighed.

"Suit yourself" he said defeated, heading for the exit

Menelaus was about to do the same but apparently something made him stop and turn around.

"Odysseus?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you...truly... You gave me back my honor

Odysseus snorted again.

"With the cost of mine..." he whispered bitterly, "Not that anyone ever thought I had any..."

The king of Sparta, though, shook his head negatively.

"To me you will always be the greatest of all Greeks"

The man who endured all torments looked up and for the first tike a small smile rose to his dry lips. That word of kindness was what he needed for his tormented heart to feel some sort of hope. At least there was finally one who neither blamed him nor glorified him. Menelaus saw his torment and responded. That was enough.

"Thank you..." he whispered

Menelaus nodded his head in return.

"Now rest, my friend. We have a long way before us...we are going home..."

Home...the tormented king of Ithaca thought. Yes, finally they could go home. After 10 endless years they could finally embrace their families. Just few more months of journey and Odysseus could finally go home... All he had to do was to learn to live with what he did... He watched both the kings through his cloudy vision, getting out of his tent and Polites coming back in.

"I am sorry, Odysseus! I couldn't stop them!"

Odysseus dismissed him with a hand gesture once more.

"Don't sweat it, Polites. Stopping a king seems impossible. Gods help us with two!"

Polites smiled softly. At least he would gain some of his humor back, he thought.

"Help me get to my bed, Polites..." sighed Odysseus hoarsely, "I need to rest... I am very tired..."

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Oh gosh what have I done?! Hehehehe well not sorry...not really! 😆 I hope you enjoyed this ride.

As you see I tried incorporating some of the Epic Cycle to the situation but I did tamper around with the timeliness. The Epic Cycle is a lovely mess anyways and holds many contradictions with the homeric poems but it includes many things.

Now the fragmentary poem Iliou Persis is sven mentioned how Odysseus throws Astyanax off the walls but most sources have Neoptolemus donit and I do agree with those more. Now in Trojan Women by Eurypedes the messenger Talthybius tells Andromache that Odysseus schemed so that her son would be thrown off the walls and that he persuaded the Greeks they couldn't raise the baby. Odysseus doesn't strike much as a baby killer in Odyssey or even the Iliad although he is known for being cruel in his punishments (see the excecution of the 50 conspiring slave girls) but nowhere jn Odyssey does Odysseus refer to that fact even if he does speak of his regrets for other actions of his and if he HAD thrown Astyanax off the walls himself I doubt he wouldn't have made any reference to it so I believe that Iliou Persis should he treated like Telegony when it comes to the homeric poems; a bit contradictory to the homeric epics (unless there is some lost fragment that tells us how Odysseus went on a rampage he could not remember lol 😆 ) so I made a mixture of all the above to show how Odysseus "killed" Astyanax or subconsciously persuaded the Greeks to do it and I added the role of Talthybius here too.

Iliou Persis seems to also be the most violent form when it comes to the Greek side such as that they offer Priam's daughter Polyxene to Achilles's tomb as a sacrifice, thus causing the rage of Athena (I swear the thing was written by a Trojan lol 😆) Eurypedes mentions how Polyxene was offered as slave to Achilles symbolically so she should serve his tomb. I also added the detail of Odysseus trying to persuade Neoptolemus to choose her as his price to speak Andromache but his attempts are a failure.

Drunkenness was severely discouraged in ancient geeece thus the concern in Polites's words when Odysseus uses it as a coping mechanism for the traumatic events of the night. Moreover the Greeks always mixed their wine with water (thus having the modern name for wine in Greek κρασί which comes from the verb in ancient greek which means "to mix") the wine that was not watered was called άκρα��ον and it was qlmost never consumed unless dipped in bread. The analogy between wine and water depended.

In this story I depict Neoptolemus as somehow a nemesis to Odysseus. Similar to what Agamemnon or Hector were for Achilles. I have no idea why but the idea stuck with me especially since the two are the two candidates for the murder of Astyanax. Somehow I imagined them again as the polar opposites thus the two of them having tension.

Odysseus mentions Thersites who was beaten really badly by him in the Iliad. In other sources it is mentioned that Odysseus has him stoned to death after Theraites attempts treason. In this story Thersites was already dead.

I know that for Palamedes the most famous version of his end comes from Hygenius who writes how Odysseus frames him for treason. However Pausanias mentions from the Epic Cycle that Palamedes drowned at a fishing expedition and that "he believes the murderers were Odysseus and Diomedes". 🤔 somehow I wanted to use a lesser known version plus give a bit room to doubt for instance did Palamedes really fell by accident and Odysseus is guilty for not helping? Or perhaps Odysseus pushed him? Maybe he held him under? Dunno. Leave it to your imagination. I know is not so spicy as the framing story but bare with me hehehe

Talthybius here simply hears "it was Odysseus who planned it" thus sending that information yo Andromache without the rest of the details..

Astyanax uttering a word was totally random. If he were an infant a few months old or almost a year old in Iliad that means he would be around 1 to 1.5 years old when Troy fell so I thought it would be more impactful if the poor baby uttered a word before his end.

The interaction with Andromache was placed there for the dramatics and the impact. When Andromache screams "MY BOY!" I was inspired by the series "The Tudors" when Anne Boleyn laments her final miscarriage (by the way I think Natalie Dormer would make an amazing Andromache!)

The story with Palamedes was also added to make the connection between two mothers and their impact to Odysseus. Plus I thought it would make more sense if Odysseus was furious not only for being embarrassed or that he has to go to war but because Palamedes put his son in danger. (Of course Penelope would be part of that scheme!)

Odysseus refusing to participate at the choice of spoils was just a random detail but as a general rule from Eurypedes it seems that he eats the old Ekavi (Hecuba) as his slave (probably she would be to serve Penelope( so I imagined Odysseus wouldn't want to choose but getting whatever would be lucky for him to further implicate that he wouldn't want anything further to do with the war. He also mentions the incident when Telamonian Aias (aka the great Ajax) went mad when Odysseus won Achilles's armor from him and then he killed himself in shame.

I also wanted to portray the friendship between Menelaus and Odysseus which seems to be really strong since Menelaus always talks with the warmest words for Odysseus.

For further questions and analysis please ask me to the comment section or reblog etc!

I wanna also tag some of my best friends commenters rebloggers etc! Thank you guys! Sorry if I forget anyone!

@loco-bird @aaronofithaca05 @tunguszka20 @doob-or-something @jarondont @prompted-wordsmith @simugeuge @fangirlofallthefanthings

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venusdian · 1 month ago

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The Black Aesthetic - 005.

Previous | Chapter 4

"Being Black isn't an Aesthetic, It's culture."

(This is a mixture of 1st & 3rd POV) - 2.7K Words

Marí

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Friday Morning

I was awakened by the sound of somebody not understanding a bitch is fucking asleep. I snatched my phone off the nightstand and saw it was Tailah calling me. I begrudgingly answered the call.

“What.”

“Well, good morning to you, Marí.”

“Oh, fuck off. What do you want?”

“OOO Language.”

“Tailah, don’t piss me off.”

“I need you to go to Genesis’ school and place a bereavement leave for her.” I slowly sat up on the bed and gasped.

“Ms. Donna ain’t make it?” She lets out a sad sigh.

“She died last night. We’ll probably be in Knoxville for the next couple of days to handle the funeral arrangements and things like that.” Damn, I felt horrible for Devin. He just lost his dad and now his mom. I can’t bear to imagine the pain that he’s going through. It didn’t hurt as much as when my mom died, but if our dad died?

I think I would be in shambles. I love our dad a lot. Even though I found out he was my dad later in life, even when he didn’t know I was his daughter, he always treated me as his own. I feel awful for Devin.

“Yeah, but uhh, I was able to get some documents confirming her death. I already called the school. You just gotta go up there and drop off the paperwork that I’m faxing you right now. Her teacher should have packets for her to complete her assignment while we’re in Knoxville.” I nodded.

“Ok, that’s fine. Hold up! Why ain’t you ask your parents to do that shit?”

“Well, My mom has some things to do at the youth center and dad is busy with the church. Which reminds me, Dad said to call him tonight, he misses you.” I groaned.

“I’ll think about it. I love him, but he talks too damn much and then gets mad when I have nothing to say.” Tailah is just going to laugh. I’m glad she finds it funny because I don’t. That shit is annoying. I be ready to go to bed then, BOOM! Here he comes calling my phone telling me about some damn fishing trip.

“Look, just call him.” I groaned.

“Aight, Tee. I’ma call you when I have everything done.”

“Ok, cool. We’re staying at his parent’s place.” I gasped.

“You want me to drop the shit off too?!” I exclaimed. Tailah kisses her teeth.

“See you soon, Marí.” Before I could argue, she hung up the phone. Again, That dusty bitch owes me.

omniscient

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Alexandra Crane busts open Noah’s office door. Noah looks up and is stunned to see Alex at his office.

“When in the fuck were you going to tell me you cut my studio session for some Instagram thot?” Alex angrily asks Noah. Noah sighs, realizing he had forgotten to tell her that news so her anger is reasonable.

“I’m sorry, Alex—” Alex interrupts him, putting her hand up.

“You know how much this comeback album means to me. For nine months I’ve been writing and perfecting my craft for a perfect comeback. I can’t afford to lose any studio time. It’s already bad enough I have to come to Memphis to record music, taking time away from my daughter—” Noah sighs.

“I understand—”

“DO YOU?! It seems like this is too much for you, and if That’s the case, I can find somebody else.” Noah gets up and shakes his head.

“No, look. I can book another session with Max on Saturday, too. You’re here till Sunday, and we’ll use this time wisely.”

“But, you didn’t answer my question. Why is she also booked for today.” He sighs.

“Because I’ve been neglecting all my clients to focus on you.”

“Well, that sounds like a personal problem. You know, I didn’t have these issues with Marí.” Noah takes a deep breath. He was growing tired of the comparison. Noah was trying his best. He already had his clients, but now he had double the workload, trying to make Marí’s clients happy, too. He just wished they understood.

“Look, Alex, these past few weeks, I’ve been dealing with getting sample clearance because you want to sample the whole damn music catalog. I’ve been calling venues and working with your label trying to perfect your rollout. So, spare me the bullshit right now. I have other clients, not just you. I’ll make sure we have studio sessions until the time you leave. But what I have is set in stone, ok?” Alex stares at him, stunned by his tone and language.

She understood where he was coming from, but it was still the principal. He didn’t even ask if she wanted to cut her studio time. She huffs and storms out of his office. Noah sighs, looking down with his arms crossed. He doesn’t want to admit this was overwhelming for him. But, he was losing sleep trying to please everyone. Maybe, it was time to throw in the towel.

Marí

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I walk into the main office with the paperwork in my hand. I’m tired. That’s all I got. I’m tired and Tailah better be lucky that I love her.

“Aye, they know I’m supposed to be here.” The secretary looks up at me, confused.

“But, I don’t. Name?” She asked with a slight attitude. I glared at her but decided to take the easy route, taking a deep breath.

“Marí Dunlock. I’m Genesis Glenn’s Godmother. She’s supposed to be on Bereavement, and y’all need documents or whatever.” I explained. She begins typing on her computer, not looking up at me. I huffed as I folded my arms.

“Is there a problem?” The secretary asked me. I lick my lips. She really testing my gangsta right now.

“No. But it will be if you don’t fix your attitude.” I threatened.

“If that’s a threat I will have to call security.” She smugly says. Right on cue, Ava comes out of her office. I looked up at her.

“Ava getcho girl before you have to call an ambulance.”

“On who?”

“You.” Ava got in between us.

“Aye, calm down. As much as I would love to watch a fight unfold. I can’t afford to get in trouble and be broke. Shante, I’ll take over.” I mugged her as she mugged me back, I wanted to hop over and beat that hoe ass, but Ava was pulling me into her office. I go into her office, and she closes the door behind us.

“How she died?” Ava’s nosey ass asks me. I looked at her in disbelief.

“You just have no decorum at all, huh?” Ava looks at me, waiting for an answer. I let out a sigh.

“She died due to a heart attack.” Ava clutches her chest.

“My god! That’s horrible.” I shake my head, handing her the paperwork. She takes the paperwork and begins to read it.

“So, you want my man back.” Ava rambles off.

“Nigga, what?”

“You want Gregory back.” I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“What is with this fucking town about me and Greg!” I angrily exclaimed. It’s like this stupid ass town wants us to get back together. Which is fucking weird like don’t they have their own lives or something?! Ava laughs, amused by my irritation.

“Look, Your niece tried to pay Janine to break up with Greg so y’all can get back together.” My eyes widen, and my jaw drops.

“You’re fucking lying.” Ava shakes her head.

“Yeah, she offered her twenty bucks.”

“Oh… I gotta talk to Janine. I don’t want her to think—” Ava smiles, getting up with her messy ass.

“I’ll gladly take you to her room.” I sighed.

“Fine,” I grumbled. We left Ava’s office and headed to Janine’s classroom. I know Gigi had good intentions, but Greg and I are over and will never be together. He’s happy with Janine, and I’m at peace about being alone. Once we arrived at Janine’s classroom, Ava entered the classroom, calling Janine to come outside. Janine looked at her worriedly but came outside, stunned to see me.

“Janine, hey! Look, I want to apologize for Gigi. She’s just—” Janine smiles, shaking her head.

“No, it’s fine, really.” I sympathetically looked at her.

“No, it’s not. I know you and Greg are together and happy. I don’t want to interfere with that.” I reassured her. She nods.

“Look, Marí it’s fine. Honestly, Genesis is a great girl and I know she has a big heart. I wasn’t offended by it.”

“Ok.” Janine and I awkwardly looked at each other. Then she excused herself back to her classroom.

“BOOOO! TOMATOES! TOMATOES!” Ava announced. I rolled my eyes and walked away.

“Where are you going?” She called out.

“I’m going to get Genesis’ schoolwork.” I walked to Gregory’s classroom, knocking on the door.

“It’s open.” He called out. I entered the classroom, and it was empty.

“Hey, Greg.” I nervously called out. He looks back at me and smiles.

“Oh, hey, Marí. I assume you’re here for Genesis’ school work.” I nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Well, come in. It’s on my desk.” I hummed, nodding. I walked over and sat down, collecting everything.

“Greg, I’m so sorry that Gigi asked Janine to break up with you.” Gregory nonchalantly hums.

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. You’re happy and moved on… I don’t want my return to interfere with that.” He looks up at me.

“Your return has actually made me happy.” He admits. I look away. He gets up and walks over to me. He grabs my face, making me look at him.

“Greg, look. What we had is in the past.”

“It is. But?” I shake my head.

“No, we can’t do this.”

“We can’t do what? Talk about our feelings?”

“What about Janine?”

“Marí, tell me, do you still love me?” I looked up at him, stammering.

“w-why are you acting like this?” I finally got out. Greg shrugged.

“I don’t know. I want to suppress it, I really do, but it’s like when I’m around you. I forget all common sense and just want the old thing back.” I pulled away, taking the packet out of his hand.

“Greg, you could’ve stopped me seven years ago but chose not to.”

“If you wanted me to stop you, why did you leave then?” I let out a flustered groan, turning around and looking at him.

“I was scared, Greg!” I exclaimed, then quickly covered my mouth.

“Scared of what?” He further prods. I looked up at him and sighed.

“I was scared of the future. You knew all the answers and I didn’t. I was scared coming back to Anslem because there were things that I didn’t want to confront. When we decided to leave, I didn’t want to come back, and, honestly, I still don’t want to be here. But I am, and I don’t know what’s next.” I confessed, my eyes watering because this stupid ass nigga got me vulnerable again.

Greg places his thumb on my cheek, wiping the tears off.

“Then you should’ve said something, Marí. I would’ve been by your side. I love you.” Greg pauses and takes a step back as I look at him.

“Shit.” He says, realizing what’s going on.

“I should leave,” I muttered. I walk towards the door when he calls my name. I turn around.

“yes?”

“Do you love me too?” I take a deep breath, letting out a heavy sigh.

“I never stopped.” I turned around, leaving the classroom. I could see Greg’s students were on their way back from wherever they were and kept my head down. I did not want anyone else to see me cry. I hurried out of the school and into my car. Once I got in the car I placed my head on the steering wheel, letting out a scream because, WHY?! Why me?! Why Greg?!

Out of all the exes I could be hung up on, it has to be a man who’s in a happily committed relationship. I don’t want to be the downfall of their relationship. Karma is a bitch and I already have enough trauma in my life. I don’t need this shit. My phone rings, stopping me from crying. I look over and see it’s Alex calling me. I sniffled, wiping my tears, and picked up the call.

“Hello?”

“I want a new manager or have you back as my manager.” I groaned, starting my car.

“What’s wrong?”

“He cut my studio time in half for some Instagram hoe.” I rolled my eyes.

“Her name is Courtney, and why do you care so much?”

“Because this is my debut album.” I groaned, pulling out of my parking spot and speeding down the street.

“Alex, You sharing a studio session is not the end of the world. I promise we’ll still have your rollout ready. You just need to make sure Gravity is ready, too.” Alex kisses her teeth.

“They will be. Why you hatin’ on yo aunt.” I rolled my eyes.

“I ain’t. Look, I’m just being realistic. Star’s Sophomore album is in the works, and Noah’s comeback album is highly anticipated. Let’s not forget the Empire merger.” I remind her, pulling up to a red light. I could tell, she did not want to hear that, but it was the truth. That’s why I don’t want Courtney to sigh to Gravity. She would just fall to the waste side while they’re trying to keep their current artists happy.

It just isn’t a good idea, and besides, she needs to build a following for her music before she can even think about getting a label co-sign. Alex lets out a tired sigh.

“I—I know. It’s just when Carlotta suggested that I get managed by you, I was scared, but you quickly eased my nerves and kept the money flowing not just for me, but for Derek too. Have him speak at important Seminars. You made me feel secure about my future. Noah—”

“Noah is trying his best. It’s only been six months since I got the promotion. He’s doing his best. I wouldn’t give him my clients if I didn’t have faith in him. Now, give him a chance. You’re sounding like Star.” I could tell Alex scrunched her face because she and I both knew that wasn’t a compliment. Alex lets out a small chuckle as the light turns green.

“Alright, I’ll let him slide this time. But, Marí?” I hummed.

“Have you talked to Carlotta? I know the last time you saw her was at your mother’s funeral.” I sighed. Carlotta has reached out to me after my mother’s passing but I’ve been ducking those calls. Our last conversation was just— Very emotional and I need my space. As you can see, I don’t do well with emotional conversations. It’s not my strong suit, it never has. So, I have Three Aunts and two uncles on my mother’s side. Out of All of them, Carlotta is the only one who could make me emotionally express how I feel about my mother’s death and that was an intense conversation that I would like to keep between me, her, and God.

I just— it’s a lot.

“By your silence, I’m going to say no. Well, you should call her.” I sighed.

“I’ll get around to it. Look, I have a three-hour drive to Knoxville so I’ll call you when I’m free.” Alex hums.

“Aight, Love you Marí.”

“Love you too.” I hang up the call. I toss my phone into my passenger seat. It lights up. I look over and see it’s an Instagram message. I grabbed my phone and placed it on my lap. I was coming up to the next red light. Once, I pulled up and looked down at my phone, tapping my phone screen. It was a new message. I opened the notification, and I saw the message my heart sank.

“When you’re ready, I’ll be right here.” Attached is a YouTube Video of 112’s Right Here for U.

When this song came out, He sang it to me all the time, in 6th grade. Whenever I was sad or scared. He could not sing, but the gesture was always nice. The last time he performed this song, We were in college and had that dusty apartment. I was sad because life was lifing, and he did a full-out performance for me.

He always knew how to make me happy. I tossed the phone back in the passenger seat. I looked up to see a green light. I sigh to myself. Although the message warmed my heart, I’ll never know when I’ll be ready for him, and I don’t want him to wait.

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soranihimawari · 8 months ago

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Fondly Yours

Delayed Sakusa x Reader (sorry Omi!)

Pairing: Sakusa x friend!reader

Word Count: TBA

Warnings: none? Mentions of injury (reader: head// Sakusa toe stub)

Reader is fem!presenting

The first time you met Sakusa Kiyoomi, you were out on a coffee shop delivery. The MSBY had asked for a coffee run early in the morning from your family ran shop. Regardless, you were on the morning delivery rotation and weren’t prepared to take a volleyball to the noggin.

“Oww,” you rub your head after you spilled the last coffee all over the court floor. Number 15, the outside hitter steadies you and he snaps at his setter who accidentally hit the ball to go astray.

Funnily enough, that’s how your absurd friendship began with the popular outside hitter began. You two hung out every other weekend and one hang out led to a party invitation which led you to a year later where you find yourself.

“Oh c’mon, Atsu,” you whine. You’re all gussied up in your dress blues (your military casual formal wear from when you were [and still] employed with) and you wait on the blonde setter comes out of his room.

“You look sharp,” you say.

“Was it yer idea to have a ‘formal’ for Omi’s 30th?” Atsumu says fiddling with his cuff link.

“Yes,” you laugh and roll your eyes. “Because you all wanted to see me in my old dress blues. Gotta remind youse guys I make a wonderful lady.”

“And who you trying to impress huh? Cause lord knows if Omi didn’t fall fer yer ass ya would be having his birthday party at his penthouse!”

Atsumu’s typically a loud mouth and an instigator of saying rumors that may or may not be true. You raise your eyebrow at him and play it off, but given the heavy hitters in your shared core memories with the man of the hour being told second hand by his closest confidant on the team, you realistically… freeze. Blushing three different shades of lock and peach color. You momentarily gain your motor skills back as you find yourself being escorted to the ride share with Atsumu holding your arm.

Hours later, at the private area of the speakeasy lihnge you’re in, you are all cozy nursing a whiskey smash cocktail next to a very socially drained Sakusa Kiyoomi. Surely there are snacks scattered on the table, gifts—intimate toys and other wise too are haphazardly littered as well—too are noticeable in the dim lights. Here is something not many people know about a tipsy now 30-year old broody volleyball player: he becomes very affectionate. Like a neighborhood feral cat become docile as he rests his head against your shoulder. You hold his hand and give it a squeeze whispering a birthday greeting on top of his curls and you see his lips curl into a small smile.

Yes, you may have an unconventional start to your friendship, but knowing how Atsumu was right, you push that aside the moment you enjoy your privacy away from the rest when said 6’3” volleyball player presses his lips against yours soberly at 5am. The rest of the party is a blur until you recall his team allows you to watch over their more than tipsy friend. You go home with Sakusa to his place, holding him upright as he limps due to stubbing his toe earlier at the speakeasy’s low table before leaving. You help him undress halfway, no belt, no silk button down in bed, and you decide after he falls asleep to go to sleep too right next to him.

That’s how you find yourself nose to nose with him in the dawning hour. His lips suddenly on yours calling you, “pretty” and his mumbling woke you slightly and you, garnering your senses to realize not all of Atsumu’s tale was a lie, you cup Sakusa’s face and kiss him back.

“Sakusa fuckin’ Kiyoomi,” you curse under your breath with a warm groan when he kisses your neck next. “You do that again and ‘m afraid you might need to show me what else that mouth can do.”

“Gladly,” is the last thing you hear before humming an acknowledgment of said dare.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sora scribbles 2024

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 5 months ago

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LMAO ok cw sylus thoughts that i'll post bc i've been trying to wrap head around that trailer anyway 😆😆

more expanded uh... here? 😭

crazy how little glimpses in the trailer make me want to pick apart his brain and go back to the insane amount of potential he has BUT

it's interesting personality-wise because i was actually pegging on the "elegant villain" trope and i'm just surprised they actually made it a reality LMFAO

like he's actually giving. classical music themes... tension-filled slow dancing... enemies to lovers.... kinda vibes... and like a cocky ish attitude that comes off as more of condescending and mocking than annoying/with the purpose of getting on your nerves... because he knows he's in a position of authority over you or something...

and it actually feels like he would say something like "you are as weak as all the rest" and "power beyond reckoning... and you use it as a crutch. such a waste." but also "you'll always come back to me." "looks like you can't resist, hm?" and it's interesting because of the intonation used in all the dialogue we've seen from him so far??? because it's—mocking, undeniably.

but also...

dunno how many of you have played pocket mirror or if it's intentional to have his wording that way but the things he's saying are actually quite manipulating—arguably the same techniques enjel uses on goldia in pocket mirror—especially considering him and mc just met

he says things like:

"you went through all that trouble to get into the N109 zone... i should fulfil my duty as your host"

"you still have to find someone who can pay the price"

"since you can't escape..."

and my personal favorite:

"after all, you and i... we're the same. true kindred spirits."

and despite the mocking/self-assured tone he takes on, the words he says make the sentence about mc... which in turn... like, when you do this? and you make what you're saying about the person you're talking to? it subconsciously makes them feel "special" and "seen". and whether they like it or not, a part of them already has some trust in you. humans are selfish and it's a real thing 😭✋

and maybe mc doesn't have much of a choice considering she's trapped, or maybe she just needs the information that badly she's willing to risk it, but it's also likely that his word choice plays a factor into why she's going along with whatever shenanigans are going on

because it's sneaky, right? they just met, but he's going to play the card of "i'm not the enemy, someone else is, so let's work together" and whether that's true or not, damn like it takes some mad convincing skills to get someone to believe that sometimes 😭✋

and then you'd think like, there's also his story, and why he's the way he is, and how much mc might mean to him... how underneath all the high, mocking attitude he's got going for him rn, there's gotta be a sense of yearning and need for mc for whatever reason as he realizes he needs her, for whatever reason, and it starts to become less of a game and more of reality to him as time progresses and the mocking slowly begins to fade into a person who's gotten himself into this situation too fast he forgot to pick up the little pieces of himself along the way and— and—

#so.... barnabas/jumin/khun a.a. vibes #what a mix 😭#ʚɞ*.ﾟ. lnds #*ੈ♡. rose talks #sylus

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fandoms-rants · 11 months ago

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Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten & Andriel Quotes Part 2:

(Quotes that remind me of (and/or I think they would say in canon or fanfics which I hope someone will write) Andrew, Neil or both of them and/or therir relationship)

“He’s everything she ever wanted. And that’s scares the living shit out of her.” (Andrew about Neil)

“You are the finest, Loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known-and even that is an understatement.” (Neil to Andrew)

"You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain." (Neil to Andrew)

“and eventually you realize that real Love comes down to feeling safe enough to be vulnerable.” (Andrew)

"I crave so much more than just a physical connection. I crave words and depth. I crave who you are and where you came from, your desires and fears. I yearn to know every inch of you beyond the surface." (Andriel)

“She wasn't sure which scared her more, the fact that he wanted to explore her depths and understand her... or the fact she was willing to let him.” (Andrew about Neil)

“Sorry I’m late. I got here as soon as I wanted to.” (Andrew)

“Me, weird? Bitch, I’m limited addition.” (Andrew Always to Anyone)

“So you’re the bitch, that told the bitch, that I’m a bitch. Well listen bitch, it takes a bitch to know a bitch.” (Andrew to Allison**)

“A friend is someone who listens to your bullshit. tells you that it is bullshit and listens some more.” (Andrew about Renee)

“my type of goth is greek goddess persephone goth: all about flowers and spring and the sun with a deep, intimate love for necromancy and death and ready to punch a man at a moments notice.” (Neil about Andrew)

“You are either on my side, by my side, or in my fucking way. Choose wisely.” (Andriel to Everyone Else)

“You want to be on my level? Climb, bitch.” (Andrew to Aaron**)

To love without condition. To talk without intention. To give without reason. To care without expectation. The Spirit of True Love. (Andriel)

“Payback is a bad bitch. And baby, I'm the baddest. (Andrew to the Foxes(Neil **facepalms fondly**))

“Most people barely know themselves. So what does it matter what they think of you?” (Andrew to Neil)

“Act my age? What the fuck is that, "act my age" What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor." (Andrew post-canon, post-ext retirement)

“"Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” (Andriel to Everyone)

“He ran his hands over my past, lingering over the dents and worn edges of my heart. And when I thought he'd run away like the others had... he told me I was a warrior, and that I'd never fight another battle alone.” (Neil about Andrew and quite honestly Andrew about Neil too)

“When you find someone who can make you laugh. Smile. Grow. Lust. Want. Crave. Feel. Make you mad but happy. Keep that. That's euphoria.” (Neil about Andrew)

“"I still hold onto a small, childish hope that there's someone out there in this crazy, wild world so completely, utterly meant for me even the stars will sigh, at last! in relief at our meeting." (Andrew **reluctantly** pre-canon)

"It's impossible,"said pride. "It's risky,"said experience. “It’s pointless,”said reason. "Give it a try." whispered the heart." (Andrew about Neil)

“The most beautiful part to loving a guarded girl is this: when she lets you in, it's not because she needs you. She stopped needing people a long time ago. It's because she wants you, and that is the purest love of all.” (Neil about Andrew)

When your eyes met mine, my soul pointed at you and whispered to my heart, "Him.." (Andrew about Neil, when Neil looked up at him after Andrew took his breath away during their first meeting;)

“When a flower doesn't bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.” (Andrew)

“The most beautiful part is, I wasn't even looking when I found you.” (Neil to Andrew)

“Don't put me in a position where i gotta show you how cold my heart can get.” (Andrew)

**Fyi I don’t like Allison and don’t think her and Andrew will ever get along as anything more than mild antagonist acquaintances who’s significant others are the friend of the other.**

**I don’t like Aaron either but much like Neil I tolerate him for Andrew’s sake. And yes I’m aware they are both 5’ tall.**

*WARNING: About copyright, Quotes come from various places(ie. FanFiction, Tv, Movies, Music, Pinterest) so use in your own fanfic stories at your own.. I can’t think of the word but you know what I mean.*

#aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #quotes #my post

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grimalkinmessor · 7 months ago

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hello it's me from that "afo keeps all the users body au" thank you for answering honestly🥺I do think another way i could go about the au(and torture poor yoichi even more. I love him he's a very pretty man but sometimes you gotta put him through the mental wringer😭but afo already did that) is that yoichi could be in a comatose state/locked in syndrome kinda where the final confrontation between him, afo, and kudou happens and instead of dying(NOT IN PIECES😠) he's just severely Injured and is knocked unconscious where he... never wakes up again... but he can still think, hear, smell and feel worldly sensations he just can't move his body at all. Or wake up. Bruce drags kudou away because kudou is too shell shocked to move so they can't take yoichi with them and afo just gets his mittens on him again(yippie😊yoichi is in my arms again🥰I totally wasn't the one that almost mortally wounded him by trying to kill that disgusting rebel, yes its all that bugs fault that my yoichi got hurt) only to realize that something is wrong because it's been weeks and yoichi STILL hasn't woken up. He's breathing and his wounds are healed but :( so afo takes yoichi to the doctors to figure out what's wrong(I'm not smart enough for the medical stuff so just pretend garaki did something smart with his equipment and figured it out.) "Ruh roh, it seems like ur brother Is suffering from smth called locked in syndrome☝️🥸he's not brain dead though meaning he can hear, feel, and smell sensations he just can't wake up or move his body so... sorry ab that" and afos like "while it's great that he can't run from me again and that he'll need me to take care of him ill miss his sweet voice and pretty eyes🥺doctor figure out a way to process his brain waves into sentences/words/pictures(???) Neeeoooow😤" meanwhile yoichi can hear everything and is just internally screaming cuz that's all he can do. He'll kinda go back n forth between the vestige realm and the front of his mind so if he's sick of afos yapping for the day he can just retreat there. I mean, he won't be lonely for long cuz kudou n them will join but it's gonna take a while.

ok that's the one where afo has his body but what if kudou and Bruce managed to haul yoichi with them while afo is in shock that he "mortally wounded" yoichi? Erm... he's still breathing, they treated his wounds but he hasn't woken up in 4 days. Uh oh. Bruce and kudou refuse to classify him as brain dead cuz he's still breathing on his own so they run tests on him(they had equipment to see quirks so why not some advanced medical tech too?) OK his brain is up and running but his body isn't...(yoichi wiggle the brain wave thingies if you think your brothers an ass!) (~~~~~~) (oh my god ok he's alive) anyway, while they don't know exactly what it's called they have an idea and decide to care for him n stuff till kudou decides to face a very pissed off afo who actually doesn't know yoichi is technically alive cuz hes too traumatized to realize that he gave yoichi an immortality quirk, so basically the rest of the story is yoichis very much alive self being passed on to future ofa users with instructions that are basically (heres the comatose yet very much aware and alive body of afos brother, take care of him and don't let afo know or get to him Kay bye!) In this version afo gives yoichi the immortality quirk in the vault while in the first version afo gives it to yoichi while he's comatose. I'd say about generations 5 to 7 is when afo FINALLY catches on to the fact that he gave yoichi an immortality quirk and just face palms before going on a large manhunt for yoichi where the ofa users just play hot potato with yoichi��(but anon! If yoichi has an immortality quirk why didn't it heal him immediately and wake him up???) Well, when he, kudou, and Bruce were skeddadling from afo, ofa was in the process of transferring to kudou, meaning yoichi was actually in a very vulnerable state, quirk wise and body wise, so not only was that immortality quirk working overdrive, it was also in the process of transferring to someone else IDK PLOT ARMOR OR SMTH😭 anyway, yoichi got "mortally wounded" enough for the quirk itself to panic bc it doesn't have enough reserves to actually save its user so what does it do? It forces yoichi into a coma to preserve that tiny bit of energy to keep its user from dying. It succeeded! but now yoichi can't wake up since it used up the reserves to heal yoichis body and only the "crucial" areas of his brain which bodily autonomy/aka, movement of the muscles wasnt included apparently and now it thinks it's done its job because it's purpose was to keep the user alive😁(oh anon, since you came up with these great ideas why don't you go on and write it?) I can't write for shit lmao if I start this I'll only be able to write down one sentence then lose interest, SECOND OF ALL! these are just ideas, I ain't forcing or asking any of yall to make a story out of it I just wanna get my evil brain worms out of my head to share with people and listen to how others would go about these ideas. Their opinions and takes. And since there's not a lot of afofa sickos I tend to yap to the rare ones out there. Very exciting! Anyway, sorry for bugging you with my long rant, I'm not forcing you to do anything but I do wanna see your evil brain worms process this info especially now that you'll have access to yoichis thoughts on this and hey, if you need his sight for it, locked down syndrome can technically allow the person to blink only so ig he'd only be able to move his eyes and that's it oh God poor yoichi... uh sorry for yapping

Ooo an even more interesting premise 👀 Though I think in the first one I'd go with Yoichi having a lot of existential dread around what state he's in, and the OFA vault would make it worse because, at the time, he wouldn't know what it was. I think it would scare him, because while he doesn't want to be with his brother anymore, entering "his" part of the mindscape cuts off his outside awareness, meaning that he experiences nothing but The Void™ while in that space, which would make him think that going into that space is him walking closer to death. And, despite everything, Yoichi doesn't quite want to die just yet. Give it time :)

I think he'd figure it out eventually though, probably when AFO decides to, uh, enjoy Yoichi's new "compliance" and he decides that death is the better alternative. Then he gets to the mindscape and figures out that it just. loops back around to reality if he walks too far into it. Scream.

In either case though, I think that Yoichi would get pretty apathetic pretty fast. Or—not apathetic, but definitely ruthless. Harsher. He's leading his holders to his comatose body trying to get them to free him and they all keep dying >:( He knows this isn't fair, that he shouldn't keep calling people directly into AFO's arms (and nomu tanks) but that sort of constant numbness would wear him down. Probably much faster than the vault. He wants out, he wants to be slain out of mercy, he wants to be able to move and speak and run again, he wants somebody to save him, he wants his brother dead—his desperation probably kills the holders way faster than in canon, because he keeps pushing them towards their killer in hopes that they'll be the one that can finally save him. Finally stop AFO.

Meanwhile, AFO is trying his best to get Yoichi to wake back up. Because he always wanted Yoichi fully awake so he could banter and moan and scream at him, but now that Yoichi has a direct line to the other OFA holders, he turns out to be a very effective spy. The guards and minions think that just because he's not a physical threat means that they can say whatever they want around him, like locations, plans, plants, things of that nature, and All For One doesn't figure how those stupid heroes keep foiling him so well for months before he discovers just where it is Yoichi retreats to when his brain waves idle. That he's the one leaking information. And then he punishes Yoichi for it, in the very best way he knows how; forcing him to be present and making him feel. For AFO noncon can be corrective 🙏 Domestic punishment.

Plus, on the other side of the coin, if Yoichi was rescued by his vigilantes beforehand but has an immortality Quirk still, then that means that his body gets toted around from place to place with the current holder so AFO can't get his hands on him. This has the hilarious side-effect of meaning that Yoichi gets propped up in a chair at OFA meetings and everyone has to treat him like he's an active part of the meeting, because they all know he's awake. It's incredibly awkward and nobody likes it lmao.

Idk, I think you could have a lot of fun with it! Especially if Yoichi finds a way to still be an active threat :3 My boy is so beautiful and so so spiteful ✨ A little thing like whole body paralysis won't stop him for long!

#afofa #asks #anonymous #one for all holders held au #shigaraki yoichi #all for one #first one for all holder

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toastedwrittenthoughts · 2 years ago

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God, I can't stop watching this scene and I hope you all will bear with me cause MAN!

I GOTTA TALK ABOUT IT!

From what I’ve watched of this series that Richie doesn’t have a lot materialistic wise. … Sure, he’s got his family, his TBirds, his image and now, he's got serious interest in a girl.

I notice that like the other Tbirds he’s got his comb, a zippo lighter, a car...? I say that loosely since its more shared than anything and his Tbird jacket.

I feel like his comb and his lighter are something that he’s gotten as gifts, the car is ‘borrowed’ and Jane’s got his sister as her best friend/campaign manager. His family likes her since they gave her a warm welcome and his parents just gushed at him when he brought her over.

She’s certainly got his attention, both his and his family’s approval (Olivia’s acceptance pending), his thoughts and opinions, his affection and to me, the jacket was the last piece of himself he was willing and wanting to give her. After all, he doesn’t have money to throw around like the Soc’s do and even goes as far as stealing a wallet to pay for their date/hooky day.

So, when this he says;

"I was going to give you my jacket tonight."

And she in turn states; "I don’t want your jacket!"

This. This right here, the look on his face, kill me every time.

Because, Richie, despite being the leader of the TBirds, is very picky on who he 'dates'. This is solidified on the fact that Cynthia states that he doesn’t go on second dates with ANY girl, regardless of social status. And since giving a girl your jacket is a symbol of your commitment to them, Richie was nervous in doing so because he hasn’t ever done it before and damn it if it didn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when he was awkward as he tried to take it off.

I might be making a bigger deal about this than necessary but when he tries to explain what his intentions were to Jane at the party, she rejects the jacket, not only the symbolism of it, but also the last piece of himself...

That to me was like saying “I'm offering you everything I am, everything I've got, and you just… don’t want it?” And the look on his face says that to me.. Like he just hit a wall and now tries to process what she just rejected.

Ooof.

The look on his face never fails to make my chest ache. He's already hurt, but now she's just racking it up with her padding that blow with "I have my own." And I understand that she does.

Personally I would have followed up with 'I want you.' You being him, in general. Not the jacket, since the last time she got a jacket from a guy he wanted to date her in secret becasue of gossip.

But the difference I see here is that Richie wants to be public with her, not hide their relationship away, regardless of the gossip.

But the blow up he has at her I can’t help but justify a bit. Everything he says he’s probably thought about for as long as he’s been interested in her and his fear and pain make him lash back in the same way he is probably feeling.

And he’s right.

They don’t talk about himself much when they are together, it’s mostly about her or the election. Her terms. Then again, when they do talk about himself, hes almost defensive about things. Like him and his grades/school and his family.

But what really kills me is the final jab he takes.

"I know the real reason why you won’t wear my jacket.... Because being with a guy like me, brings down your stock."

This might be his biggest fear verbalized and he just dropped it at her feet. And what does she say?

The three words that always make me want to backhand her in the mouth.

"That’s. Not. Fair."

That’s not fair?! Are you kidding me right now? You wanna be his girlfriend and everything so how about; "That’s not true?"

And what really lands the hurt for me is that she doesn’t deny his statement. Which no doubt makes him come to a realization that he is somewhat right. It's the classic 'a girl like her can't be with a guy like me.' You can tell just by the look on his face that the truth of that, no matter how small, still probably stings like a bitch.

And since she doesn't deny it, to him, its also not fair... She’s letting what others think about her and his ‘lack of status’ sway her and that effects her perception regarding them. Its not fair.

Hence the ‘You’re telling me’. So bitterly defeated..

Like... ShiT.

Dude lost the girl before he could even got the girl...

Anyway, I may be overthinking this, I don't even know if what I think makes any sense but I will die on this hill about this scene.. If they don't right their relationship, I will fight someone...

Anyway, thank you for reading my TED talk.. I'm gonna go hide now, but I would love to hear your thoughts about this...

#grease: rise of the pink ladies #richie x jane #heartbroken #richie valdovinos #olivia x gil #olivia valdovinos

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bonbonthedragon · 2 years ago

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Oh Snap

A bakugou (kinda not really) x Mina x fem!reader -you’ll see when you read it

Warnings: choice of words

About: don’t mess with Minas girl dude

“Marvino’s. You and me. 8 tomorrow.”

You stared at the man, the No.2 pro hero an easy tower like form over you. He smirked down at you, eyes a flame and easily eying you up and down with no shame. It was…well it was intruding to say the least.

“Excuse me?” You crossed your arms.

He again gave you an obvious look. “Do I gotta repeat myself? I want you. So how about a date, sweet heart?”

You walked away. Quite literally, not even batting an eye, turned on your heel and walked out of the coffee shop.

The man blinked a moment. Where were you going? The audacity! Anyone would be sure damn lucky if the- THE pro hero Dynamight asked em’ out. He doesn’t just let anyone go out with him! Let alone ask! Bakugou huffed, eyes following her out until he went to swing the glass door open just to go after her. But he was stopped in his tracks.

“Babe!”

Minas arms wrapped around you, hands shamelessly trailing to grope your ass and give a big kiss on the cheek. Blushing heavily you squeaked, holding breath as your girlfriend lay out what love she could on you in public.

“Hello” you giggled, flushing a cherry red. Giving some distance, you then went in for a quick peck that the other woman accepted easily.

Yellow eyes peeled up and Mina, once she realized, smiled wide. “Bakugou!” She called, waving and wrapping her other arm around her girlfriend.

At the realization, your eyes went wide, blushing and looking away, almost hiding behind Mina. Why the hell were you embarrassed? He’s the one who was fucked!

“This is my-“ Mina looked down at you, “oh- what’s wrong, Sweet?”

You had a hand fanning over your eyes, glued to the ground. “Nothing at all.” You gritted.

“We’ve met” bakugou huffed, arms crossing while he stared.

“Great!” Mina piped, hugging your side harder. She then proceeded to take your hand, squeezing it. “She’s been in America for 11 months! ‘Believe that?” She looked lovingly down at you, “and I finally have her back”

“That’s (y/n)?” Bakugou pointed.

“No.” You frowned, “I’m a random chick from America who found a nice pro hero to fuck for riches.”

Mina bursted laughing at bakugous change in expression.

“Listen here you little shit-“

“No you listen. The only reason you don’t have anyone looking your way is because you have the audacity to believe everyone froths at the mouth for you. Reality? You’re a piece a shit. And don’t ever call me “sweet heart”, sweet heart.” She looked him up and down, “I have a hard time finding many people not attractive cause damn this city knows fashion, and you might be pretty to look at, but your mouth says other wise. Remember you might do better sitting handsome on a shelf with your lips stitched shut.” And you tugged your girlfriends hand. “Come on Mina.”

Mina gaped at her woman and rose a brow at her friend, walking away in disbelief until she started just to laugh her ass off again.

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #my hero academy fanfiction #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #fanfic #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks x reader #my hero academia hawks #mina x reader #mina bnha #mina ashido

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 years ago

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Theme: Broken Glass

Eijiro Kirishima

You tapped the board lightly, gaining the attention of each child who had previously been engaged with whatever toy they held. “Okay, kids, can you look at the clock and tell me what time it is?” One of your fingers rose upwards to point at the said piece of time-telling devices where the hands were in the direction of a raised fist. UA Elementary was still fairly new, being within its fifth year of establishment, and had been an amazing opportunity to get things rolling for you career wise.

“Hero Visit Time!

“That’s right! I’m going to go grab our guest so you be good for the assistant teacher while I’m gone. Why don’t you clean up your spaces while I’m gone that way the Pro Hero can visit each of you?” With a smile, you slipped out the door and with a nod towards your assistant turned to walk towards the principal’s office not too far down the hallway…only to be met by a firm wall which caused the glasses you wore to snap audibly before they disappeared in unknown directions. Panic instantly filled your veins when feeling sharp objects come into contact with the skin around your eyes. “Ah!”

“Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry! Looks like the lenses shattered too!” Large hands instantly cupped your face, preventing it from moving as whatever you collided with shifted slightly away. “Don’t open your eyes quite yet, there’s still a lot of stuff that could get in them.” Calloused fingers carefully drifted across your skin, occasionally plucking away debris that had been threatening to bury themselves within your skin. Part of you was bewildered at the careful motions despite the large digits but it was replaced by amazement when he proudly declared “I wasn’t looking where I was going. This is totally and completely my fault.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You managed to mumble while attempting to put a bit of space between yourself and whoever was touching, “the nurse’s office is right around the corner, if you wanna just take me to her—”

“There! All done! Not too shabby if I say so myself. Go ahead and open them now.”

A scoff sounded from your throat. “No offense but I’m not ready to risk my eyesight. Think I’d rather go to a professional.”

From the darkness came a masculine chuckle. “You’re in luck then because I happen to be one.”

So shocked were you at his words that your eyes opened wide to find a blur nearly dominated by red hovered over you. A flash of white appeared though as a laugh filled the air. “Well, those gotta be the cutest eyes ever! They’re prettier from where I’m standing!”

They thought your eyes were pretty? Honestly you never really thought about them, though lots of others had made mildly flirtatious comments in hopes of you giving them a chance. The closeness should have startled you yet there was an air coming off the man as he retreated slightly while asking if you had contacts. “It’s alright. I always carry an extra pair just in case an accident happens.” Your fingers deftly revealed the collapsible backup pair from their case and slipped them onto your nose. All oxygen within your lungs stalled as the blur was instantly focused into the burly form of none other than— “Red Riot?” Heat flushed within your face when he grinned toothily, missing how his eyebrows rose a bit at your deep bow. “Oh, my gosh, how embarrassing! I can’t believe I ran into you!”

“No, seriously, it’s my fault for not knocking first!”

Realization crashed down on you like a ton of bricks as you straightened, humiliation nearly making you want to run away. “Wait a minute, you’re the Pro Hero who is visiting my class today?!”

Carmine eyes widened. “Oh, so you must be (L/n)! Thought you might have been the assistant!”

“No, that’s me alright,” you groaned lowly while massaging your temples, “I can hear the principal’s lecture now…”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” He winked after glancing around before sweeping up the mess of glass at your feet and disposing them in the nearby recycling. The wide grin he fixed you with was so contagious that you couldn’t help but smile back shyly. “There. No evidence to be found!”

What started as a giggle rose up your throat and slipped out before you could stop it, earning the faintest of blushes from the man as you hurried to smooth your clothing. “W-well, the children are anxiously awaiting for me to bring in the visitor for the week. I understand that you’ll be with us?” Fluttering filled your chest when he confirmed your words with another grin, one of his hands rising to open the classroom door when the knob completely snapped clean off to leave him blinking down at the small object. “Don’t worry,” you chuckled when noting how he sheepishly offered it to you, “it happens more than you think. Just the other day one of the kids nearly melted one of these off.”

“Oh, yeah? I’d love to hear more about it over dinner. Got any plans tonight?”

Your brows shot upwards. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

One of his large hands rose to scratch the back of his head, tousling long crimson hair that reached beyond his broad shoulders. “I’ve learned it saves everybody time when you’re straightforward with your feelings. I can tell already you’re a good person just by the fact you’re a teacher—”

“Or a psychopath—”

“—My point is that I know it sounds crazy but this friend of mine does these tarot card readings and said that usually shattered glass is some sort of omen but that mine was upside down, which is some sort of good thing, and he even said that I might meet someone today.” He chuckled almost nervously, if that was even possible for you to believe. Your jest had earned an amused raise of his eyebrows though. “I don’t normally believe in that kind of stuff but meeting you like this kinda makes me wonder.”

Blinking, you shook off the initial surprise and skepticism of his confession and offered a smile. “Do you like Italian?”

If not for the bright glitter within his gaze you would have thought he was having an aneurysm when he failed to answer for nearly a minute. Visibly he looked as if he were waking from a dream as you waved a hand inches from his face yet the grin that lifted his lips was the brightest you’d ever seen even in magazines. “Only if you do!”

Katsuki Bakugo

“And which volume did you need? Silver Era, yes?” You asked, keeping your gaze locked upon the multitude of shelves. People would be a bit put off from the high shelves but not you. As head librarian of the world’s greatest collection known to the world. Everything relating to quirks could be found within this beautifully constructed palace of knowledge with you as its main caretaker for the last several years. This place was your pride and joy, despite the fact that younger generations were more concentrated on their phones and internet. It was rare that you ever received a request to retrieve something from within the back room. Suspicion rose within your being as no answer came. It wasn’t possible that they hadn’t heard you since the intercom was directly to your left, allowing dual communication from the front desk to where you were, yet there was no indication that the person who had been there moments ago was currently still in the position where you’d last known. Looks like it must have been a prank.

With a sigh, you made to return the book back to its rightful place when a telltale crack sounded. Your gaze rose upwards to its source and paled when the cubby system responsible for holding important objects tilted ever so slightly in your direction with another crack. Maintenance had been meaning to come look at it per your request yet they hadn’t come around recently to do so. Even if that were the case it shouldn’t be that unstable.

Screams sounded from the other room that chilled your blood. Villains were attacking the library! The palm of your hand slammed itself against the panel underneath the intercom, causing an alarm to blare to life along with the multitude of doors closing with resounding thuds. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for such individuals to attempt theft from this place since it held lots of secrets about famous heroes young and old. There probably was a few in here that would be worth a fortune to the right people.

And it was your job to ensure every single one of them were kept safe.

The breath you were in the middle of taking stalled as something impacted the first of several protective doors, causing loud echoes to ring loudly in the air. Four yards of steel made up each barricade, thickening with each level that they managed to bypass, which meant that the room you were in was surrounded by near twenty yards upon each wall. No fire or heat based quirk could met through them, brute strength would only result in the user hurting themselves, making it impenetrable even from the ceiling or floor courtesy of the hollowed trenches below which were lined with spikes and laser motion tracking tranquilizers filled with momentary paralysis serums. Next to top of the line security.

As if in slow motion the lid popped itself clean off to fall first, its corner catching you directly between the eyes which resulted in a loud snap, before it disappeared from sight. A curse rose up your throat when the rest made to follow. If memory served you right then it would be a heavy piece of equipment from a hero’s costume which had been donated to the library. The ladder wobbled dangerously as you attempted to hurry down it before the large internal contents of the cubby could meet your face but you resolved yourself to fate when it passed over the edge by ducking your head and covering it with your arm.

“Do you have any idea how much a pain in the ass it was to find you?” Blinking, your head snapped upwards to find it had been stopped by a familiar green and black gloved hand. Being near sighted had its advantages but this was not the case as the blur it originated from effortlessly placed the cubby nearby before slinging you over its shoulder. “Building’s about to collapse and you decided to lock yourself within this place? For a nerd you’re a dumbass.” A scream rose up your throat as with a blast off the two of you shot upwards straight through lasers until fresh air tickled your sinuses. Gravity took over though and you were soon clinging to whoever held you as the ground rushed to meet you but was then halted by a pair of heavy boots as a growl filled your ears. “So damn loud! Quit your screaming all ready! You’re safe so shut the hell up!”

“Put me down and I’ll think about it!” You snapped without thinking. Something warm and wet met the tips of your fingers as he set you down, oddly with gentleness that was opposite as his tone. Without conscious thought your hand took fierce hold of the moist fabric and tore it with a calculated tug.

“Oi!”

“You’ve got connections so another costume can be made by this evening so shut up and let me treat this.” The tip of your nose nearly brushed against his skin as you squinted to bring the wound into focus. “Looks like you got a piece of glass stuck in your forearm.”

“Just leave it!”

With precision, you activated your quirk which allowed you to hone your gaze closer to the piece of invasive invisible substance and plucked it clean from his flesh. “There, you big baby, now run along to the nurse so she can kiss your boo-boo.” A smirk raised your lips while taking a step back when he bristled. It raised a question though. “Wait, how did it get into your arm? My glasses broke…” The sentence faded into silence as your assistant appeared, handing over a spare pair, and you nearly gaped when spotting the explosive Dynamite himself turn away as if hiding a blush. “How long were you in that room?!”

He spun back on his heel, face appearing inches from your. “Long enough to know that even a damn nerd like you were as stupid as I thought!”

“Is that so?” A cross of your arms nearly made those around the two of you gasp. “If I’m such a ‘stupid’ nerd then what were you doing watching me?” Realization hit you like a slap in the face. There had been a visitor who stopped by every evening just before closing time who’d promised to walk you to your car while conversing about the news you relayed for the last several weeks. Blonde hair, ruby eyes, was always quick to assure you that no casualties happened that day…were none other than the Pro Hero taking time out of his busy schedule to visit with you. That would explain how he knew where to find you! Sheepishly, you shuffled your feet then lightly tapped your elbow against his, earning a blink. “See you tonight at our usual time? I’ll make it up for my comment by buying dinner.” A smirk of satisfaction raised your lips when his face bloomed a dark red as you walked past him with a wink.

“I get my own dates, you damn nerd, so I won’t take no for an answer! I’ll see you then!”

“Looking forward to it!” Your call back over your shoulder was nearly drowned out by the multitude of reporters rushing to get more information about the exchange that had just occurred.

Izuku “Deku” Midoriya

“Now I can look at you whenever I desire!”

Your fists banged against the flat invisible surface confining you to this strange plane of existence. Last night you’d been jumped while carrying groceries to your car and then you’d woken to find yourself within a near suffocating space where your only source of light was the glass before you. Tears slipped down your cheeks as the villain’s eye, which was magnified several hundreds of its normal size, regarded you with joy. “What did you do to me?! Let me out of here!”

They laughed. “I’ve been watching you for so long that I simply couldn’t wait anymore and decided that only I should be the one who can behold your charisma!” Glee entered their gaze. “Which is why I’ve used my quirk to fuse you within my glasses. No one else can see or hear you, only the wearer which will be none other than myself!”

“Please let me go! I’ll give you all the money I have, just please let me out of here!” Your pleas went unanswered.

Time went by, each day stealing away more of your hope and desperation, until something miraculous happened.

An object had knocked into the villain, causing the glasses to fall from his nose, and you could only watch with mild satisfaction when he was placed within a police vehicle. Seemed like someone had discovered he was responsible for the kidnapping that have been happening for a while now. Most likely you’d be unknowingly tossed in the evidence bag to be locked away in their archives where you would slowly fade from existence. The villain had been kind enough to provide you food via their quirk which had put you there but never did they give you more than what you needed to survive. With a sigh, you curled into a ball and closed your eyes. There was only one other option for you but you didn’t want to do it here.

“They forgot that villain’s glasses. What should we do with them, Kaachan?”

“Throw them in the damn trash, Deku!”

“Shouldn’t we at least stop by the station to see if they need—”

“Do whatever the hell you want!” An explosion sounded and then the angry voice was gone.

Silence fell as you turned away from the wall that was your window to the partial outside world. This was it. From this point forward it wasn’t worth you gazing out in hopes that someone could see or help you. Who would have guessed your life would pan out like this? The fate you’d resided yourself to stung as you rose to stand and turned to approach the only other thing that offered you escape when needing a break from the villain staring at you. They’d connected their glasses to the only other glass surface they owned: a single mirror that was kept within their bedroom. This connection only worked if the glasses were close enough to their home residence and lucky- you guess -that you were within range.

Concrete was replaced by sheet rock painted an awful green/gray hue, matching the dull grayscale carpet and bed. From the dresser you could see the partially open closet full of the villain’s minimalist wardrobe consisting several sets of the exact same outfit. There were scratches barely visible on your side of this prison, testimony to the times where you’d attempted to claw your way out but merely resulted in each fingernail nearly uprooting themselves. An ache in your shoulder reminded you of the time you’d attempted to run through it. Yeah, that took a while for it to heal and they hadn’t been happy to see you’d hurt yourself in such a way.

Sinking to the ground, your forehead rested against the glass as tears gathered along your lashes. Could you really go through with it? Anything was better than this sad existence, right?

“I knew it! That villain had the quirk that could allow them to seal away objects within glass and it was speculated he could do that with people! I’m guessing that’s why he kidnapped all those others so that he could experiment or practice in preparation for the one he really—” The rant halted as your head snapped upward, your wide eyed gaze meeting emerald. Their owner, a freckled forest haired man, was moving the dresser as if it were made of paper so that he could approach the mirror. “Sorry! I shouldn’t be gushing about something like that when you’re stuck in there!”

False hope stung worse than his words. It’s not like he could actually see or do anything to help you. No one could. Defeat and doom settled over you like a dark cloud.

“What’s you’re name?”

It’s been so long since you’ve used your voice that part of you wondered how to answer him. It was supposed to be as natural as breathing, right? Curiosity got the best of you though and raised your head. He must have been one of the Pro Heroes who had caught the villain, judging from the costume he wore.

Those emerald eyes of his seemed to glitter when your gazes met. “My name’s Deku. I’m sure it’s been hard for you this whole time, huh? Looks like you could use a bite to eat too. What do you like and I can take you?”

“How?” The question had leapt from your lips before you could stop it. Your voice sounded so raw, broken, coarse like sandpaper. A tilt of your head directed his attention to the mirror’s frame. “I can’t leave this place.”

“Don’t you worry. I’m going to get you out of there.” His lips lifted into an assuring smile, one that made your chest warm. The palm of his gloved hand met the invisible surface. “You have my word.”

“Damnit, Deku, what the hell are you doing talking to yourself?!”

You flinched back as an explosion came from the direction of the next room and turned away when smoke filled the air. It stung your eyes, choked you even, tiny flares of pain blooming across your being. Shouts rang loudly within your ears as something enclosed around you like a weighted blanket. Within the strange plane beneath the glass you’d been lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, but now you relished as warmth seeped into your very bones as whatever it was tightened its hold.

“I gotcha,” Deku whispered lowly within your ear, “you must be (Y/n).” A nod was your answer, tears spilling down your cheeks when realizing that it had been the hero’s arms holding you. They gave another comforting squeeze when you shivered violently, clinging to him as he stood and encouraged you to hold on tight as he turned away from the fuming blonde behind him. Your gaze couldn’t look anywhere else besides those emeralds that were his eyes as he assured that he would take care of you. “For once Kaachan’s explosions actually helped with a mission.” With a smile, he took to the air as red flickering lights appeared across his being.

“Get back here and say it to my face!”

Fumikage Tokoyami

Boredom.

That’s what you felt right now.

A sigh slipped from between your lips when casting a glance towards the nearby clock. It was a physical memory to do so, being as nearly every human being developed the habit, you supposed, yet it didn’t change the outcome of finding the contraption responsible for telling time busted. Neither of its hands had budged the entire duration of your confinement within the glass box. Kidnapping wasn’t a light offense especially considering the circumstances. You’d been caught off guard, causing adrenaline to pound through your system like a drug…or had that been whatever was in the syringe they’d emptied into your thigh? Either way you had woken to find yourself within this odd box that had a spotlight above your head.

How long were you out?

How long have you been here?

What were their plans for you?

Why?

Answers honestly weren’t on your list of necessities right now. You had been slightly amused by the amateurish confinement this was. Single paned, hinges along the north wall which meant that it opened outwards, a large pitcher of water, bucket, two big bags of recognizable grocery items, and the chair you were in was actually quite comfy. Either they had never done this before or you were going to be here awhile.

Regardless of reason or how, you were here now.

“(Y/n).” A voice cooed within your ear as from within your shadow manifested a creature crossed between a wolf and hawk who regarded the space with distaste, “apologies, (Y/n), I suppose I am to blame for this turn of events.”

Your head shook, closing your eyes as the beast nuzzled your cheek. “It was mine for being so careless. I know your range of activity is based upon the moon’s phases and it’s still got a few more nights before becoming full. I should have been more careful.” Umi was the beast which resided within your shadow; you’ve been joined since birth, frightening all who laid eyes upon it. It’s temperament varied depending on the moon’s phases, as does its power, but you both had found mutual partnership for surviving. “Forgive me.”

“Perhaps you were just looking for a chance to meet that other one with similar abilities.” The beast seemed to chuckle as it made quick work of your restraint by means of its glistening fangs. Umi was still much too small to do much else besides freeing your limbs, meaning that you’d be stuck here for at least a little while longer until rescue came or the moon’s phases passed. Tattered pieces of the rope were scattered courtesy of it shaking its head to rid the horrid taste within their mouth. “It has been quite some time since your last encounter.”

“Trust me, this is not what I had in mind for a reunion.”

The light above your heads shattered with a pop, plunging the space into total darkness. Tiny shards of glass fell to lay scattered like confetti upon the cubicle’s top. The sounds had been almost comparable to a wind chime, nearly pleasant, most people would be panicking but not you. Darkness was soothing for you instead of frightening or intimidating. If this was a ploy by your kidnappers than they really were amateurs. Research was a key step that every plan needed.

“The feeling is mutual then. It has been quite a long time, has it not, Dark Shadow?”

“Umi! Little puppy, I’ve missed you!”

A smile raised the corners of your mouth as two recognizable voices filled the air. Calmly, you restrained Umi by wrapping your arms around their torso as shattering sounded. Not a single piece of glass touched you though. Your eyes remained open and quickly adapted as sunlight took the spotlight’s place courtesy of a piece of roofing falling to land somewhere you couldn’t see. There he stood, cape and costume in clear view as you watched him float downward until landing feet from where you were. Dark Shadow appeared within your peripheral vision, instantly earning Umi’s attention, but your gaze remained upon vermillion. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

His head bobbed in a nod. “I truly wish I could return the sentiment. What brings you to such a place as an abandoned warehouse known to be home of a villainous gang?”

“Ah, so they truly were amateurs.” You sighed, eyes threatening to roll when he took in the measly space. “They were using regular knots on my ropes when they should’ve used Sailor’s. Not only that the bags there have the logo of a grocery line specific to this side of town which gave me an idea of location.”

“They were not prepared for such an adversary as yourself, (Y/n), and the fact that you were their first kidnapping target is bad luck on their part.” It was almost too small for you to see but there was no mistaking the slight smirk raising his beak. “The moment Dark Shadow felt Umi nearly sealed their fates. He does not like admitting but he is quite protective and fond of your beast.”

You came closer to him, stopping short of physical contact, the two of you sharing a bigger smile. “Seems like they caught up.”

A glint entered his gaze when figures began appearing from the darkness wielding several weapons. “I simply must repay them for the hospitality that you’ve been given. It is only right and fair that we do so.” Warmth filled your chest as the flash of fondness filled his features before he turned away. “I shall deal with them quickly so that we may return to our conversation. Please be patient for a little while longer, (Y/n).”

And you were more than happy to watch with Umi as the pair easily made work of the wannabe gang who had failed in your kidnapping. It wasn’t surprising that soon every member had been placed within custody. The flashing lights caused both Umi and Dark Shadow to voice complaints which brought your attentions back to one another. “There’s this restaurant I know of where one dines in completed darkness. Shall we?” He offered you his arm, which you wasted no time in taking, and the warehouse was left behind as you began walking.

#mha x you #mha x y/n #mha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya #katsuki BAKUGO #Eijiro Kirishima #fumikage tokoyami #mha deku #mha bakugo #mha kirishima #mha tokoyami

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thesakuragarnet · 1 year ago

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It's Dangerous To Go Alone

Summary: The first chapter/oneshot of my Civilian Social Worker Toya Todoroki X Pro Hero Hawks AU.

Tags: pre-relationship DabiHawks, Civilian Dabi, light angst, mugging, prescription medication, swearing, implied/reference Child Ab*se

Word Count: 1,596 words

AO3 link

SLAM!

The abrupt sound of a laptop being slapped shut breaks the peace of the Musutafu Child Safety Services Agency, scaring the night shift janitor who thought everyone had gone home. The man slowly steps toward the noise, peeking around the wall to take a look. Twenty-four-year-old Toya Todoroki sits in the back corner of the common space, his face in his hands as he deeply inhales. He drags them down his face, stopping just below his eyes as he stares into the darkness, grinding his teeth. If it weren’t for the medication suppressing his Quirk, he definitely would’ve burst into flames already.

Toya had been working on this case longer than he wanted to admit, but he was determined. He never backed down; he never allowed a kid to be given up on…not after the same thing happened to him and his family. There had to be something that could be the nail in the coffin, but everything kept slipping through his fingers. The report deadline for proper evidence and testimony was approaching fast, and his “gut feeling” wouldn’t be good enough. It had happened before; he tried his best to make the case for the kid but was accused of hearsay and speculation.

Toya blinks out of his thoughts, realizing first that he’s in the darkness and second he’s being watched. As usual, time had gotten away from him. It was pitch dark in the streets of Musutafu, and he didn’t feel like talking to anyone, so the bus or the train weren’t options; Toya would be walking home. Toya’s anger and frustration boil over; he bitterly shoves his laptop in his bag before roughly zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder. Without a word, he stomps down the hallway, past the janitor, and out the door, letting it slam shut behind him.

…

“Fucking bastard. Come on. There’s gotta be something I missed,” Toya grumbles under his breath as he thumbs through the pictures of the household on his phone. It was a suburban apartment owned by a single father with a seven-year-old daughter and a Chihuahua. The dad called himself a “businessman”, working in sports management. Toya was given the case after their neighbors called the police, claiming they heard screams and loud thuds. In the end, things turned up empty… almost . He was convinced that this guy was just good at covering it all up.

Thunk.

Toya stops short, holding his breath as he freezes in the alleyway. He had cut through the back side of town because it was faster; he was used to walking through the side streets in broad daylight, but this was the first time he’d been through there after dark. He was too absorbed in his phone to notice the shady figure tailing him, and, now, he can feel a gun barrel pressed up against the small of his back.

“The laptop. Give it to me,” The voice demands. Toya blinks.

“You gonna kill me if I don’t?” He huffs, his mind racing as he tries to figure out how to get out of this. The laptop has all of his information on the case, and, begrudgingly, he hasn’t backed it up onto a separate hard drive yet. He can’t afford to lose it. He won’t let that little girl stay in the house with her abusive father.

“You tryin’ to be funny?” The harsh voice snaps, and Toya feels the barrel press harder into his back.

“I have 20 bucks on me. Do you want that?” Toya snorts.

“I said the laptop . Wise guy,” The criminal growls.

Ssssssss.

Toya’s eyes widen, and, without moving his head, he looks at the time on his lit phone. It’s been an hour past when he would normally take his medication. The morning dose was wearing off. He can feel the fire prickling beneath his skin as his emotions start to run rampant, and he starts to panic.

“Listen. Back off. Please. You don’t wanna do this,” Toya says steadily, trying his best to quell his Quirk.

“I’m the one with the gun here, pal. You’re not in any place to threaten anyone.”

KerCHIK!

The sound of the criminal cocking the gun echoes through the alleyway, and Toya’s heart rate spikes.

“Please. Can I just get something out of my bag? I need it,” He asks, starting to reach for the pocket where he keeps his pills.

“You’ve been stalling for too long. Time’s up, bud-”

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Suddenly, the pressure of the barrel disappears, and Toya whirls around to see the guy pinned to the wall by a myriad of red feathers. Toya raises his eyebrow as he squints up at the struggling man in the moonlight.

“What the fu-”

“Heyyo!” A chipper voice suddenly calls from the air, and none other than Pro Hero Hawks swoops down from the sky, landing briskly beside the eldest Todoroki son.

“You know, you really shouldn’t be walking through this part of town alone at this time of night,” The Pro chuckles before slapping Toya on the back. Toya blankly stares at him, looking the man up and down. He has an enormous pair of elegant red wings and is dressed in quite possibly the most tacky Pro Hero suit that Toya has ever seen.

“Guys, take this villain to the police station. I’m gonna make sure this citizen gets home safe,” Hawks calls down the alleyway, where Toya spots a pair of sidekicks running as fast as they can to catch up. One of them gives a half-hearted thumbs up as he catches his breath.

“Uh, I can get home fine on my own,” Toya scoffs, straightening up his black leather jacket.

“Aw, come on! It’s the least I could do! Besides, I- Hey! Wait a second, I know you! You’re Enji’s kid! Toya, right?” Hawks suddenly smiles, and Toya’s eye twitches at the mention of his father. He feels the flames flickering below the surface, and immediately remembers his original predicament.

“ SHIT !” He hisses, spastically digging through his bag until his fingers curl around the familiar orange bottle. Hawks watches with curiosity as Toya wrenches open the bottle and hastily pops a tablet in his mouth before swallowing it. Almost instantly, he feels the flames slowly shrink back before the sensation completely vanishes. When he catches Hawks staring, he feels unusually self-conscious.

“It’s prescription. Don’t worry,” He mutters bitterly under the hero’s stare, and Hawks puts up his hands.

“No, no. I wasn’t trying to-I mean-I wasn’t. I-” Hawks stutters, and Toya huffs before walking forward to his original route.

“Wait!” Hawks calls, falling into stride beside him.

“I told you, man. I don’t need someone to walk me home,” Toya grumbles, but Hawks just ignores him, putting his hands behind his head.

“You know, some people would kill to have the Number Two Hero, Hawks, to escort them safely,” He chuckles, almost in a teasingly flirting manner. Toya just rolls his eyes in irritation.

“I’m not some people. You’re just another product of a failed system,” He scoffs, making Hawks flinch slightly. They turn the corner together in the labyrinth of alleys.

“Now, you hardly know me. That’s not a very fair assumption,” Hawks mutters, and Toya shoves his hands into his pockets.

“The whole reason I went this way was so I didn’t have to interact with anyone,” He complains under his breath, and Hawks chooses to remain silent.

“Thank you. By the way. For stopping that guy. I’m…not sure what would’ve happened otherwise,” Toya sighs as they reach a fork in the maze.

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all! I’m glad I was flying by!” Hawks beams before adding, “But…you seem like you’re saying that about the other guy.”

Toya’s eyes narrow, and he bites the inside of his cheek, staring at the ground as he walks a bit faster.

“Quirk dampeners. For a good reason. That’s all you need to know,” Toya says flatly, avoiding eye contact. Hawks frowns.

“I didn’t mean to pry, I was just…curious,” The Pro says apologetically, but Toya doesn’t extend the same grace.

“Yeah, well. Maybe you should keep your mouth shut,” He spits as they reach the mouth of the alley that leads to the sidewalk.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to help. Today hasn’t been a good day,” Toya sighs, his harsh expression softening.

“Well, we’re out in the light now. If you want, I can let you go on by yourself. As long as you promise not to use the alleyways,” Hawks shrugs, smiling half-heartedly. Now that they’re in the light, Toya can actually get a good look at him. He’s got a nightmarish tangle of scraggly blonde hair that looks like it’s been hair-sprayed to death, but…his eyes and his smile are the kindest that Toya’s ever seen.

‘It’d be nice to vent all this shit to somebody.’

…

“Wow, so you’re basically a hero without a Pro license. That’s so awesome, man!” Hawks exclaims excitedly as they reach the door to Toya’s apartment complex.

“It’s the only other thing I could imagine myself doing…but…this case is so damn frustrating,” Toya mutters.

“You’ll catch ‘em. I know you will,” Hawks encourages him, flashing a thumbs-up. Toya rubs the back of his neck.

“You don’t really know me at all, Hawks.”

“I don’t have to! I can tell! Anyway, have a good night! I better not catch you using those alleyways anymore,” He winks before flying off into the night, leaving Toya Todoroki alone with his thoughts.

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fuka-petals · 1 year ago

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incoherent and shit rambling on bakery abominations (my ocs) under cut

realized I never really just lore dumped here sooo... can't do too much because I actually am writing a novel (maybe vn if I get creative) abt them but so like they're silly cake people uh anatomy is basically boneless and organless but they have thicker cake layers on the inside that work as bones and they don't need organs because magic there is literally no explanation they're just like the abominations (get it) that just kinda defy all odds and exist, also they don't actually have like hair it's just frosting, their blood is also frosting, and like their teeth is sprinkles and eyes are just frosting and sprinkle stuff that kinda moves, their horns are also sprinkles (all this as in material wise idk) and like they can like die of they have no horns its like a health bar, they also have like silly kids by removing a horn and limb then attaching them then holy hell it fucking grows wtf they also all are constantly in pain due to their wings unless they dont have any or they are extremely light, and also they all look different because cakes have cool decorations, also like humanity is mainly extinct other than like a dozen ppl, anyways like the main 4 bitches are called the peace pastries and like it consists of shortcake (like the silliest main guy ever kinda mascot), zivix, litan, and lily, and like they're all really silly but also dumb but like they don't like shortcake's sister alice who is like a cultist like many of the other abominations because they all either have a god complex or believe those with a god complex really are gods so they worship them anyways alice is like a really shitty person and only values human lives and she also kills a ton of the other abominations and sews their parts onto herself as a sort of "look at me im superior to you" kind of thing so like they set off on a mission to make her sane but like he has basically no contact with her due to this so they gotta go find her by going and taking down other cults through words or force, also there's chantal who follows from a distant them out of an odd gut feeling, and litan avoids him like the plague which he doesn't get why but he has a suspicion about why so that's why he keeps following them, and like launcelot who made a contract with chantal about something that I don't wanna say just yet so like they basically own his soul but she just likes following him around and annoying him like a sibling would, and also there's loretta and spotty who are distant friends to the main silly guys so they're there sometimes... also the whole world is really surreal and freakish now and nothing really follows basic fundamental laws of the universe anymore because it's kinda breaking down, so kinda like a labyrinth from madoka magica but the whole world, also most eat eachother because they're all sweet tooths and have no sense of right or wrong also there's no technology because zivix is a bitch and somehow broke it worldwide while trying broadcast his hyperfixations cause why not it's pretty obvious idk how to write but idc I'll make my shitty story if ppl like it or not

#oc #original character #Bakery Abominations #idk #im too lazy to make this ramble read well rn

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buggie-hagen · 24 days ago

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Funeral Sermon for Daniel (11/4/24)

Primary Text | Matthew 11:25-30

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Dear People of God,

It is common to think that if you are to get blessing from God you gotta be someone special. You have to have done some pretty amazing things. Or at least, you gotta be a really good person. Then, maybe then, if you prove yourself, God will give you a look and hand out some good things to you. In the calendar of the Church, we just celebrated All Saints’—the time to remember the dead in Christ. Daniel was one such saint we remembered. A saint is thought to be the ultimate holy person—they are to have no flaws. A saint is thought to be someone who never uses swear words. A saint is thought to be someone who never sins, or if they do, it’s never anything major. However, that is not the portrait of a saint if you read the Bible. God’s greatest blessings weren’t ever given to especially holy and perfectly good people. No. The greatest saints of the Bible were also deeply flawed individuals. Adulterers. Murderers. Prostitutes. People like David and Job and Rahab. They were saints. But they weren’t saints because they were any wiser or better than you or me. That is actually very comforting for us ordinary people. In fact, God blows out of the water anyone who is so pretentious as to think they have any holiness or goodness they can lay claim to. This is what Jesus is getting at when he says, “Thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and the intelligent and have revealed them to infants; yes, Father, for such was your gracious will” (Matt. 11:25-26). Infants are the ones to whom God reveals himself.

Daniel Hayes, whether he realized it or not, is one of God’s saints. He became one long before he died. Daniel Hayes. The ordinary guy. The dairy farmer. The bus driver. The bowler. The guy who wore matching outfits with his wife. The guy who liked his cup of coffee with his buds. The guy who was a father, a husband, a poppy. The guy who hosted Christmas parties every year he could. He is a saint. Not because he had better spiritual impulses than you or me, or because he was wise or anything of that nature. Instead. He is one of God’s holy ones because God breached his spiritual defenses, God drew close to him when he did not expect it, and God came down to him in the most humblest of forms (Morton). The first time Daniel received the grace of God was on the day of his baptism—a most humble of forms. All three persons of the Trinity were active when the water was poured over his head and God claimed Daniel as his child. God didn’t look at Daniel and say, “Hmmm, what a mighty fine specimen we have here.” No. God came to Daniel when he wasn't expecting it, and wrapped Daniel in God’s word, and gave himself as a gift to Daniel—freely---and most important: unconditionally. The Lord Jesus Christ gave himself as Daniel’s gift when Daniel was baptized. The Holy Spirit made him holy when he wasn’t looking for it. And when Daniel was not expecting it, in the months leading up to his death—God came to Daniel again in the Lord’s Supper—a humblest of forms. Daniel. The dairy farmer, the bus driver, the long-time married man, the cup-of-coffee-drinker, this regular guy received God’s grace as a free gift as he ate the bread and drank the cup—receiving forgiveness of sin apart from works. The end of Daniel’s life was not one that anyone would have liked, being cooped up away from the life he knew. Yet in the Lord’s Supper, God in Jesus Christ once again drew near to Daniel—and made his home in him. God is present and faithful even if we were to find ourselves lying in a gutter—that’s the kind of God Daniel has—that we have. At the time of his death, Jesus, in his goodness, said to Daniel: “I have come to you, Daniel, you that are weary and carrying heavy burdens, I am your rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me. For I am humble and gentle of heart. And you will find rest for your soul. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light” (Matt. 11:28-30). Dear people, you gathered here today. You who loved him. That is the work of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Not to bind and to burden, but to unbind and to lighten our loads. To take off from us the heavy burdens—not to heap them on. Daniel, in spite of all the odds, is now at rest in the arms of his Savior. Because Jesus remains true to his promise—the promise of forgiveness, eternal life, redemption from sin and death. By God’s grace alone, Daniel’s burdens are over. The Lord carries them now, as he always has. Daniel, the one you loved and who took care of you, is now being taken good care of. Now that we cannot hold him for ourselves, there is no one better than the Lord to take care of him. And, when the Lord Jesus comes again Daniel will rise in both soul and body to a future brighter than his past. This is most certainly true.

#name changed to protect anonymity

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mad-rdr · 8 months ago

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March Reads

10 books!

Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail by Ashley Herring Blake (★ ★ ★/5): I loved getting to see Astrid be a normal human being with wants and needs and I especially loved her getting with a woman!! And telling off her awful mother!! (mommy issues hit hard bro)

Blue Monday by Nicci French (★ ★ ★/5): this was such an interesting little mystery involving twins and I loved how Frida was like "I'm a criminal investigator now" and broke like 10 laws. I was also not expecting that ending holy shit (he killed his twins and took his place)

Lady Smoke by Laura Sebastian (★ ★ ★/5): honestly, I'm not sure anything actually happened in this book aside from a weird love triangle, this 16 yr old queen realizing she doesn't know shit and some half-assed revival from the dead “twist” at the end.

Ember Queen by Laura Sebastian (★ ★ ★/5): this series finale wasn’t too bad, I still feel like if it was written as an adult book it could’ve done so much more with the characters and plot, but I’ll accept it. People die, Theo learns to wield fire, and there’s a lot of unnecessary injures. Truly, where would they be without Heron. Don’t get me started on the dream walking.

The Power of Trees by Peter Wohlleben (★ ★ ★/5): this was a good book, if a little more scientific than I was expecting. Definitely made me think about the human relationship with trees and how we really do take them for granted.

By Any Other Name by Erin Cotter (★ ★ ★/5): I love historical tellings of gay people- factual correctness aside. I did not, however, enjoy the incessant use of the word “tis.” If you’re going to commit to 16th century England you gotta do it all the way and not just sprinkle it in here and there. I did loveeee our chaotic asf mc though- he doesn’t know anything except lust and money (and sometimes love)

From Blood and Ash by Jennifer Armentrout (★ ★ ★ ★ /5): finally got around to this book and let me just say… these new high fantasy authors need more editors. Has no one told them that repetition is the bane of my existence?? If I read the word “Maiden” one more time I’m gonna lose it. On that note though, this book wasn’t too bad overall. I found it highly predictable (like duh of course Hawke is the dark prince) but once I accepted I wouldn’t be surprised I was able to enjoy it. I love me a good vampire story and this delivered.

A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Jennifer Armentrout (★ ★ ★/5): someone please tell me why it took the entire book for the characters to move from one place to another. Seriously. There seemed to be little development character and plot-wise and while it was quite steamy... *something* should've happened in 600 pages.

A Crown of Gilded Bones by Jennifer Armentrout (★ ★ ★/5): this book was far better than the second one but I'm still chasing that high of book one. Book three is almost too much, Poppy goes from being crowned to kidnapped to rescued to dying to being revived and "Ascended" all within the first 80 ish pages... and then after that there's still 600 pages to go. In the course of the book her parentage gets "revealed" like 6 times and finally lands on her being a god? It was good, action-packed and smutty, but my god, someone needs to teach this author the skills of pacing.

Iris Kelly Doesn't Date by Ashley Herring Blake (★ ★ ★ ★ /5): this was such a good end to the little Bright Falls trilogy; I love me a good bisexual mess who doesn't know how much love she deserves. I just didn't like the breakup at the end, it felt like the author was trying to add a little angst in there and it didn't really work because we all knew they would get back together. But hey, I'm never gonna pass up a fake dating trope.

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hartigays · 3 years ago

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big brain thot: wheezie being the one to get rafebarry together👀👀

“wheeze, you can’t just show up here like this.”

she hasn’t even gotten off her bicycle yet, helmet still in place and everything. she looks up at rafe with big eyes, rolling them as slowly and dramatically as humanly possible.

“i just did,” wheezie points out, unclipping her helmet and setting it in the front basket of her bike.

rafe eyes her warily, then relaxes a bit. his eyes flicker back towards the trailer. “how’d you even know i’d be here?”

“topper,” she tells him simply, shrugging.

“topper?”

another overly-dramatic eye roll. “yes, topper. he came by looking for sarah and i asked him if he knew where you were. i need help with something.”

“and topper told you i’d be here?” rafe asks, brows raised.

topper is a lot of things, but is he the type of person to send a kid to a coke dealer’s trailer? no, absolutely not.

“i encouraged him,” wheezie replies, a little too vague for rafe’s liking. he narrows his eyes and she sighs. “fine, i kicked him in the crotch until he gave it up. happy?”

rafe snorts at the mental image.

wheezie finally climbs off her bike, standing in front of rafe with her arms crossed. “so, are you going to help me or not?”

he really doesn’t want to say yes. but he’s sort of always had a soft spot for wheezie - she’s one of two people who don’t make him feel completely homicidal.

(the other is sitting back in the trailer, smoking a joint and watching some boxing match on his old as shit tv. the thing has antennas, for fuck’s sake.)

rafe glances back at the trailer again, then turns back to wheezie, scrubbing a hand over his face. “fine. but you can’t come inside, wheeze, i’m serious.”

“why, because of drugs?” wheezie snorts, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “please. i’m pretty sure you smoked weed in my room when i was like, five.”

“that’s not the point,” rafe huffs, his fuse shortening ever-so-slightly. “just tell me what you want.”

for the first time since her arrival, wheezie looks mildly uncomfortable. she bites her lip, looking towards the treeline.

“i want to learn how to fight,” she says, and her voice sounds so small that rafe sort of feels… bad.

which is like a new milestone or whatever, so this is sort of a big moment for him.

“why do you need to learn how to fight?”

wheezie doesn’t say anything for a long stretch. then, her cheeks get red, and the words burst out of her. “i’m getting picked on at school, alright? this girl keeps saying she’s going to beat me up after class and i can only hide from her for so long, you know?”

rafe is mildly taken aback, never figuring wheezie for the type to get bullied. she always seemed self-assured and well adjusted, with a sizable group of friends and an active social life. for a middle schooler, anyway.

“what’s her name?” rafe asks, indignant on his sister’s behalf.

if he had to choose a sister to be the target of bullying, it’d definitely be sarah. wheezie, on the other hand, is just a kid. and if someone is threatening to kick her ass, rafe sure as hell is going to find out who.

“i’m not telling you her name, rafe,” wheezie says. “i don’t want you going and knocking her door down to threaten her or whatever. i want you to teach me how to fight so i can hold my own.”

rafe would probably just kill the kid, not threaten her, whoever she is. but he doesn’t tell this to wheezie, biting his tongue for once.

he rocks back on his heels, then sighs, and beckons for wheezie to follow him into the trailer.

wheezie throws her arms up as if to say fucking finally, following rafe inside.

barry is still smoking on the couch, but when he sees wheezie trailing after rafe, he has the presence of mind to put the joint out with an awkward cough.

“you gonna tell me who your little friend is, country club?”

“i’m his sister, wheezie,” she says before rafe can speak, rolling her shoulders back and holding barry’s gaze steadily.

“wheezie?” barry repeats, then laughs, wagging his finger in her direction. “you funny, kid.”

wheezie gives rafe a look, clearly judging him for his choice of company.

“jury’s still out on you,” wheezie tells barry, eyeing him.

barry actually throws his head back when he laughs this time, and rafe can’t help but eye the line of his throat, his mouth going a little dry.

the worst part is, wheezie notices him staring. she raises a brow at rafe. he just coughs and looks away, regretting every decision he’s made in the last ten minutes.

“look, she wants to learn how to fight,” rafe tells barry. “i figured two heads would be better than one?”

“or you just a pussy and know you can’t beat nobody’s ass, rafe,” barry says, reclining back on the sofa, staring at him through heavily-lidded eyes.

“neither can you,” rafe reminds him.

always reminding him. where rafe has failed, barry has too. rather consistently, as a matter of fact.

“fair ‘nough,” barry says after a stretch, leaning forward again. “two heads, then.”

wheezie coughs, and they both turn to look at her. she gives them a bored look. “are you two done having a moment? or do you still need a minute? because i can step outside if- ”

“shut up, wheeze,” rafe groans, pushing her towards the couch.

they spend the next hour and a half discussing fighting techniques, and the cardinal rules of fighting. the ones rafe and barry abide by, anyway.

there aren’t many. they spend the majority of the time discussing technique.

when wheezie gets sick of listening to them yammer on about the different types of headlocks, she starts to get restless.

“oh my god, i didn’t come for the rules of fight club, alright? will one of you just show me how to punch this bitch in the face?”

both barry and rafe shut up immediately, barry’s mouth dropping open in mild surprise.

rafe just snorts, mumbling fair enough under his breath.

and that’s how rafe ends up watching barry do some sort of shadow boxing with wheezie in the living room. rafe re-lights the joint, watching the scene before him in amusement.

“no, kid, you ain’t gotta do all that fancy shit with your legs,” barry is saying at one point, then demonstrates some sort of kick for her.

rafe forgets sometimes that barry has military training, and despite the fact that he gets his ass beat on a regular basis, he’s a pretty damn good teacher.

the joint is long gone by the time wheezie looks at her watch, cursing.

“shit. rose is gonna kill me,” wheezie mutters, fumbling for her phone.

“just tell her you’re staying at a friend’s,” rafe suggests. “it’s too dark for you to bike back anyway.”

“you could always drive me, you know,” wheezie reminds him. then, her eyes flicker down to what’s left of the joint (basically, the filter) and backtracks. “well, he could.”

she’s pointing at barry, and barry shrugs.

rafe, however, finds himself wanting wheezie to stay. dare he say it, he might’ve actually missed his sister.

he’s pretty sure he’ll regret it later, but regardless he says, “we’ll get you something to eat and you can crash here if you’re too tired to go home after.”

something to eat ends up being freezer-burnt pizza rolls, but wheezie doesn’t complain. she eats her food while scrolling through her phone, glancing up at rafe and barry every now and then.

they’re conversing quietly about a drug deal they have set up later, a big one. rafe doesn’t think wheezie is listening, but he also doesn’t notice the way she keeps glancing up at them, her eyes flickering between them with an unreadable look on her face.

and then, out of nowhere, “are you guys dating?”

rafe looks at her sharply and he sees barry do the same out of the corner of his eye. barry’s mouth had shut so quickly that his teeth clacked together, and rafe can see him rubbing at his jaw.

“what the hell, wheeze?”

wheezie raises her hands in mock-surrender, but still rolls her eyes. “it’s just a question, geez. but thanks for the answer.”

“the fuck is she talkin’ about?” barry asks, his gaze flickering between rafe and wheezie.

“you two,” wheezie explains slowly, looking almost bored. again. rafe is starting to think he’s had a bad influence on her. “you’re dating, right? like that’s why you’re always here, right?”

the latter question is directed towards rafe, and he feels his stupid cheeks betray him, burning red.

“oh, right. you’re men, of course you haven’t talked about it,” wheezie sighs, then stands up and brushes invisible crumbs off her shorts. “well, i conveniently have to use the bathroom, so. use this time wisely, i guess?”

then wheezie disappears from the small kitchen, leaving rafe and barry sitting in thick, palpable silence.

“so… what the fuck just happened?” rafe asks when he can’t take the uncomfortable silence any longer, pointedly not looking at barry.

when barry shifts in his seat, rafe can feel it, and he realizes all at once just how close they’re sitting.

“she thinks… “ barry trails off, shifting in his seat again.

“that we’re dating,” rafe finishes, swallowing around the golf ball-sized lump that has mysteriously appeared in his throat.

rafe can feel barry looking at him. he can feel the heat of his gaze, and wow, wheezie is taking a really long time in the bathroom.

“that what we been doing, country club?” barry asks, and rafe looks over at him so quickly that his neck pops.

rafe searches barry’s face for any trace of humor, but comes up empty.

they’ve been practically living together for months, ever since rafe gave up trying to please ward and joined barry’s little side business. and if he really thinks about it, they have lapsed into something almost nauseatingly domestic.

it’s like. like rafe’s been in this weird, fucked up relationship this whole time, and he’s just now realizing it. and realizing, at the same time, that he doesn’t want it to end now that wheezie has gutted them both and laid everything out in the open, where neither of them can hide.

jesus fucking christ, is he in love with barry? barry the drug dealer?

well, rafe supposes that’s what he would call himself now, too, so. maybe it makes some sort of sense after all.

“i don’t think so, but i think we should now,” rafe finally says. he doesn’t know why he says that last bit, it just sort of slips out before he realizes what he’s saying.

but he doesn’t take it back either.

barry is too quiet next to him. the silence goes on for far too long, and rafe is starting to debate internally whether or not he should dump wheezie’s body in the swamp or somewhere off shore.

finally, barry speaks. “startin’ to think you may be onto somethin’, rafe cameron.”

“so is that a yes?” rafe huffs, already feeling exposed enough as it is. he doesn’t need barry speaking in shades of gray.

suddenly, there are fingers wrapping around his jaw, gentler than rafe would’ve anticipated, and then barry is turning rafe’s head and kissing him.

like, really kissing him. rafe feels like he’s being turned inside out, his insides shifting and adjusting, rearranging and adapting to make room for barry.

it’s not a particularly long kiss, but it’s sure as hell the best one rafe has experienced in his life.

“they teach you that in the army?” rafe asks when barry pulls away, aiming for nonchalant but failing due to the heavy rise and fall of his chest. and the fact that he can’t stop staring at barry’s mouth.

barry just smacks the back of rafe’s head, shoving him lightly. “get the fuck out my kitchen, country club.”

rafe is about to respond when the bathroom door opens, and wheezie pokes her head out.

“ugh, thank god you’re finally done. you should invest in a bathroom fan, you know,” wheezie tells barry, “i could literally hear everything.”

she shudders and gags, barry laughs, and rafe vaults himself out the nearest window.

well, he tries to. barry catches him by the waist easily, dragging him back into his seat. wheezie just rolls her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“okay, well, since you’re done being a drama queen, i think i’d like that ride home now.”

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