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empressofthesunwriter · 1 year ago

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Kill La Hero: 01

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

So I had this random idea while I finished watching Kill La Kill (I know it’s fucked up but also really funny and entertaining) that having a super suit like Senketsu would be an awesome and funny Quirk.

So Michi and Ares were born.

This is going to be IzukuXOC Pairing, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it!

Enjoy the ride!

Also made Michi outfits!

Chapter 1: The Girl with the Ribbon

Frowning at her reflection, the female fixed her red glasses.

At least the school uniform was black.

It didn’t look horrible on her with her salmon hair colour and her red, spooky (her cousin Lina’s words) eyes.

“You don’t get prettier, looking into your Vanity Mirror, Michi.”, sassed Ares, the bain of her existence from his place on her head.

She looked up at the sentient ribbon.

He looked down.

If his speaking without a mouth, didn’t make clear he wasn’t a normal ribbon, his looks sure would. He was dark maroon, then in the middle dark pink, followed up by red eyeballs, black scalder and yellow pupils.

“And I don’t need your stupid commentary!”, she reminds him. “Especial today.”

“Why because you are going to a new school? It’s not the first time, Whirlwind. You needed to move here so your Mama could care for your grandparents. It’s not that different when you moved school because you broke someone's nose.”, he really had the gall to say.

Huffing she pulled Ares a bit. The ribbon cried out in pain.

Yes, he could feel pain.

“We are in Japan, you idiot. I’m used to moving to our city in Italy, from school to school, but here I’m a foreigner.”

“I thought Michela, La Vendetta, doesn’t care what people think of her and if they want to tease her she just punches them in the face.”, reminds Ares.

With another huff, Michela grasped her new school bag and went to the kitchen.

Did she really though this piece of cloth would get it?

“Ares.”, she tried again to explain. “In two years I will be finished with Junior High and try to get into one of the big Hero Schools. I can’t risk any more notes in my school records. I want to go to U.A. since Herakles University in Greece is now out of the question. U.A. is the best hero school in all of Japan! Only the best get in. And I intend to be one of them. If I have to play the role of demure school girl I will.”

It was still for a few seconds between them before Ares pointed out: “You have pierced ears, wear large hoop earrings, for your last birthday your parents allowed you a tattoo and your red eyes are creepy. Only your glasses make you look soft. You don’t scream innocent school girl more like Fight-Me!”

Michela could just grit her teeth together.

He wasn’t wrong.

It’s her Italian temperament that always gets her into situations where fist flies.

She wished she had gotten a bit more of the calm nature of her Japanese mother, however besides the hair colour, she came totally after her Italian father.

People never believed her when she told them she was half-Japanese.

In secret, she didn’t believe it sometimes too.

Michela loved her mother and her mother loved her, sadly they weren’t always on the same page.

Her father understood her better.

“Good morning, Michi-Chan.”, greeted her Obaa-San from the kitchen table.

Her grandparents and her father sat already, while her mother was putting the last dishes on it.

She greeted her grandparents back in Japanese, then switched to Italian to greet her parents.

Jiji-San had hearing problems, so he asked what she had said, and she repeated it.

Then she sat down and had to sign.

A traditional Japanese breakfast.

Again.

Since they moved in with her grandparents mother only cooked Japanese, since the two elders were a bit old-fashioned in the food department.

Michela or Michi here in Japan found the red eyes of her father. She saw understanding in them.

They both craved some Brioche with crema.

Father and daughter signed together.

What one endured for the ones you love.

***

Her new school, Aldera Junior High, looked straight out of an anime.

Normally she would enjoy this, but Michi was a tiny bit nervous.

She couldn’t be anymore the tough, fist-fighting girl she loved, so who the heck was she now?

A strange foreigner with a weird ribbon, she heard her schoolmates whisper as she got into the school.

An angry mark formed on her head as she changed her street shoes to indoor shoes.

Just stay calm.

Don’t start swinging.

“You are a bunch of rude kids.”, told Ares a group of a few girls and boys, who were whispering beside her.

This made the little group jump in fright. They didn’t expect that the ribbon could talk.

What Quirk was that?!

The salmon-haired girl just reached up and petted Ares.

“Ares, I don’t care.”, she told him in Italian. “You don’t have to fight my fights.”

“We fight together did you forget?”

It made her smile. When he wanted Ares could be sweet.

Her head holding high Michi walked past the gossiping people, trying to find her classroom.

She found it thankful before the school clock sounded.

“Alright, class, settle down!”, told her new teacher, her new classmates.

He looked at the paper in his hand and turned to her, who was still standing by the door.

“Massaro Michela?”

“Michi is fine, Sensei.”

“Alright, come here Michi-San.”

So she stepped beside him as he shouted into the class.

“Class meet our new student. This is Massaro Michi. She moved from Italy here. Please welcome her with open arms.”

As her mother had explained to her, she bowed in greetings.

“Please take care of me!”

Again the whispers started. Not only her, but she could also feel Ares getting annoyed about that.

“Michi-San, I’m Watanabe-Sensei, if you have a question just turn to me. Now would you like to tell us a bit about yourself?”

Tell this judgemental little bitches something about her.

Oh, she would like to start swinging, however, she got a better idea.

In her thoughts, she thanked again her older cousin Stefano for introducing her to Anime and Manga.

She had the perfect way to introduce herself.

“I’m Massaro Michi. I have no intention of telling you my likes and dislikes. As for my dream…I have a few hobbies.”

The flabbergasted faces of her classmates and the cough-disguised laugh of Watanabe-Sensei were worth it, to not play the demure school girl.

What was she thinking?

She was a rebel through and through.

So she nodded to her Sensei and picked the only free sit in the classroom.

Michi had a feeling it would be a long day.

***

Bored Michi picked at her bento box, while Ares took a nap.

It was finally lunch break and how the girl needed a break!

Here in Japan, they were way beyond the curriculum she had in Italy! It didn’t help at all that she could already speak, write and read Japanese when they were so advanced!

Her mother had insisted on learning Japanese, in the past it had been a pain in the butt, however, Michi was now glad for it.

Maybe she should forget U.A. it was too much work.

“No I shouldn’t think this way.”, she scolded herself. “All I ever wanted was to be a hero. My Quirk is a pain in the butt, but if I don’t use it for good, I would feel so bad.”

Thankful Ares was sleeping or he would hit her for calling him a pain in the butt.

Slowly Michi picked up a piece of salmon with her chopsticks to place it in her mouth when she heard it.

Something hitting someone.

This someone letting out a little quiet hurt sound.

The salmon-haired girl turned around on the bench where she sat.

What she saw made her instantly angry.

There was a small, frail-looking boy with wild green hair that reminded her of broccoli, sitting all alone on a bench, like her and behind him some punks threw paper balls at him.

Oh no, not on her watch.

Like she was fury herself she stood up and raced up to the frail boy before another paper ball hit him on the head. She caught it and threw it right back in one of the bully's faces.

“Hey, you bitchass assholes take someone of your own size!”, she growled.

The bullies were taken aback by Michi's sudden outburst and stood up to confront her.

But before they could say anything, Ares unfurled himself from Michi's hair and glared at them with his menacing red eyes.

"You really shouldn't mess with my girl," he warned, his voice low and threatening.

The bullies hesitated for a moment before backing down and slinking away.

“Thanks Ares.”

Her ribbon shrunk to its normal size.

“Anytime, Michi.”

Then Michi turned to the green-haired boy who was staring at her in shock.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He nodded slowly, still looking a bit dazed. "Th-thank you," he stammered.

"No problem. I can't stand bullies."

“Is...is he your Quirk?”, wonders the boy shy, pointing at Ares. “I...I never saw something like that, it...it’s cool!”

“Thanks, boy!”, preened Ares, puffing himself up. “I’m quite formidable.”

“A formidable pervert.”, deadpanned Michi.

Ares may give her powers beyond imagination, yet the outfit it came in...shudder!

Her ribbon huffed, while broccoli boy titled his head in confusion.

Gosh, he was adorable.

“It’s whatever.”, waved Michi and sat down beside him. He suddenly turned so red, that he was giving competition to tomatoes. “I didn’t introduce myself I’m Massaro Michela but call me Michi, Class 1B. The ribbon on my head is Ares, he is part of my Quirk.”

It took him a while, however, the boy managed to answer her: “I’m...I’m...M-Midoriya Izuku. Class 1A.”

Strange that he didn’t tell his Quirk, but it was none of her business.

Maybe it was an embarrassing one.

She knows this kind of Quirk well.

“Sucks, that we aren’t in the same class. I would love to know already someone nice there, but we can still be friends.”

Midoriya nearly falls over the bench. Did he hear right?!

“You...You want to be my friend?”

Michi shrugged her shoulders.

“You seem way nicer than anyone I meet today. All think me a freak for Ares and because I’m from Italy. In my eyes, you are a good friend materiel.”

Midoriya couldn't believe his luck. He had been dreading lunchtime, knowing he would have to sit alone again, but now he had made a friend.

And not just any friend, but someone who was brave enough to stand up to bullies and had a cool Quirk to boot.

He felt like he had hit the jackpot.

"I'd like that," he said, smiling shyly at Michi. "I don't have many friends either."

They spent the rest of lunch chatting about this and that.

Midoriya, who became fast Izuku, was curious about Italy and the Italian Superheroes she liked.

So told him all about the amazing Seraphina, who had an Angel-Quirk.

She noted that Izuku wanted to get something out of his backpack and Ares and she encouraged him to just get it out.

It turned out Izuku had such a passion for heroes that he wrote about them in notebooks, all he could find out about them.

Michi and Ares were impressed and Izuku nearly cried that someone (A girl nonetheless! And a nice entity) didn’t mocked him for his hero studies.

On the contrary, they helped him add some things too and described Seraphina in their best quality.

Then they talked about the Japanese Heroes and both found out that they liked All Might a lot. Mirko was Michi’s favourite Japanese Hero, but she owned some All Might Merch as well.

Izuku felt in heaven (Michi was turning into a goddess in his eyes) and Michi felt herself relaxing for the first time since arriving in Japan.

Maybe this new school wouldn't be so bad after all.

They continued to chat throughout the rest of lunch and even walked back to class together.

As it was time to part Michi asked for Izuku's phone number, which he repeated stuttering and sweating, such a cutie, and she gave hers.

How Izuku acted getting her phone number felt like she had given him the Holy Grail or something.

Yes, he was indeed a cutie.

With a hair ruffle, she left her new friend.

Never seeing how he happily freaked out that a girl touched him!

This was the start of a beautiful friendship, no question.

25.05.24: I decide to delete the second chapter and start new with this FF.

I hope you all like the new cover art too. :D

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dawn-petrichor-world · 2 years ago

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Next Generation (1)

A/N: A friend sent me this and I wanted to write an HC with them, maybe I will write part two. This drives me crazy, more than all the fics I wrote or plan to write and it gives me anxiety. Happy to share it with you. The reader is mostly "you" I hope it's ok for GN.

You can consider this as an AU because the scenes don't follow the MCU timeline. Some happen during the Blip, some after and some before.

You can skip the character you don't like stories don't follow with eachother.

+4.5k words not proofread.

Warning: Blood, bitch word, and more. But lost of ❤️‍🩹💔/🧨💥/🦋❤️‍🔥

Prompt is "Fall asleep on his/her lap"

Peter Parker:

• In a few weeks, the final exams will start. This is important for you and your parent. Best universities are ready to accept you.

• You are really smart, have the highest scores in your high school, and every student asks for help but there is one subject where you aren't good at all.

• Technology is your worst subject. You hate it. You worked so hard but got the lowest grades all the time.

• You had no choice but to ask another person who is the smartest student in Midtown Science High School.

• Hours since Peter Parker tries to explain to you how it works but your brain is malfunctioning. He's speaking like a Spanish cow.

• You take a break because of your headache, sitting now on his bed you observe all around you while he goes to bring some snacks.

• Of course changing the subject it's hard but when he talks about villains, you find him more attractive.

• After midnight your eyelids are heavy, you can't stop yawning and finally fall asleep on his lap. He's surprised and asks you if you're sleeping whilst you can't hear him already in Morpheus' arms.

• He doesn't know what to do or wants to risk waking you up but he has the urge to remove some stokes on your face, so he acts gently making you purr.

Tony Stark:

• You're 7 y/o, single child and orphan. You deeply love Morgan Stark as your lil sister, spending all your time with her and when the parent isn't around the two of you raise hell together.

• One night, sitting on the ground under a sheet with a light on, Morgan is telling stories about heroes and enjoys making you scream with the villain's part.

• Suddenly the sheet flies and reveals Mr. Stark looking at you with a serious face while both of you scream and laugh in relief. The bedtime is ticking for half an hour now, the story won't change tomorrow so it's time to sleep.

• Every night you are thirsty, even in the Stark House, it's obvious to sneak out of the bedroom, open the fridge, take a bottle, pour a fresh glass of water and drink hide in the shadow when Morgan's daddy moves light blue things in front of him.

• He's moving weirdly on the chair but once on the sofa, he seems painless. He still works, something very important because according to your soul sister when he frowns his brow and is not in bed whereas the outside is so dark that means he's onto something for the superheroes.

• You want to see more but every step you do, your sight is blurry and your eyes heavier. You climb on the sofa put your head on Tony Stark's lap and fall asleep.

• He's not pleased to see you there but waits a few minutes before putting you in your bed.

Steve Rogers:

• Still thinking you're a freak and have to work hard to control this curse, you're standing before the Avenger building with only a bundle of your clothes. There are many people inside, young and old, they're training, using their ability to help weak humans, not able to protect themselves against enemies.

• You read every book you could find, every article on the internet to learn about what you are but anything is clear or helpful and as usual when you're frustrated you need to expulse it.

• Months later, still at the same point without no answer, you go to the gym room, kick a punching bag so hard that it flies through the room and finishes on Captain America's feet.

• He's not there every day but that doesn't mean he's not in touch with all his students. So when it's necessary and he had to interfere, he prefers to do it face to face. Then you sit next to him and tell him everything.

• You spend all your free time training and studying. Go to sleep late and wake up early. You take no break with others, to breathe and think differently.

• Steve points out the fact even with all the training rooms and intense schedules, this place is for people like him, like you, people who feel like outcasts, reject. Staying alone can't change the feeling of being a monster, we need to be surrounded by people like us and feel we're from something.

• Then he starts being more personal and telling you stories about him. All frustration is gone, your nerves are relaxed and even if you love hearing Rogers's stories, he knows it, you try hard to stay focused but exhausted you completely fall asleep on his lap.

Natasha Romanoff:

• After moving on to the Avengers building a couple of weeks ago and you've been evaluated, a wonderful ginger woman chooses you to follow her special training.

• This is particularly intense, you fall on the ground all the time. The punches, kicks, etc aren't light because every night you groan to remove your clothes and watch many bruises on your body and face, plus your reflection in the mirror shows the lower of your lip is slipping.

• She plans several duals where you and other students have to fight with each other and you've been kicked one by one.

• Natasha's personal training is awful each time but without it, that's a hundred per cent sure you'd spend this particular night in a hospital. She literally saves your life.

• After a marathon night for the first time out of the building, some young students and you are involved in an attack by a band of drunk guys.

• None of you are hurt, only them, are suffering badly and after the police officers leave you to come home, the oldest buys many beers and you all finish the night on the roof of your new house

• A few hours later, the music is off, and you are the last of your kind awake who is blinded by a light held by your Teacher of self-defence. And then sits next to you, wants to know what's happened hours ago. You made the mistake to put your head on her lap because you fell asleep before telling her the story.

• The last thing you heard is she finds you so peaceful.

Bruce Banner:

• You're a genius assistant working at the Avengers Tower who plans to create something to save more lives than usual.

• One night you heard about Tony's and Bruce's project and want to help them, even after their failure with Ultron and Sokovia.

• Every day and night you work on this new project, drink too much caffeine, eat not enough and have no social interaction. Then you have burnout, become furious and break everything in the lap.

• Banner who has insomnia, runs to the noises, worrying and thinking of an attack but once in the room, nobody is there. Some screens are still working and drops blood on the floor he follows leading him to a room where there are sofas, chairs and a bar with alcohol.

• While he's healing your hands, he and you talk about your project, he clarifies many points where you were struggling for days then you realize asking for help is what you should do earlier. It's not a bad thing because all your qualifications have their limits. And the fact you're exhausted tricks your minds into resolving some easy tasks.

• It's embarrassing for you because you always want to impress him and Stark but he tells you he is, proud of you and always keeps an eye on your progress.

• This little session of confession and your sleep deprivation make you forget the manner because you rest your head on his lap, ask for a story and he puts a blanket over you.

Clint Barton:

• Your partner Hawkeye and you are in a jet when it was under attack by Hydra, the pilot dies before the crash and only you two are safe, lost in a wood somewhere in Canada.

• Walking hours to avoid the death squad by blurring the footprints you leave behind, stopping those who are really close to catch you, both try to find a living place to contact the Shield to be rescued.

• One of them has a Walkie-talkie on him that you untie from his military vest. Unfortunately, it works with fingerprints and a code to unlock it but the former user can't help you anymore. Doesn't really matter because it's usable to spy on them and predict their moves. Of course, it's not funny when it's easy, right?

• You are sitting on a tree limb, shooting some arrows around you as an alarm to be informed and secure the area. Hydra soldiers are surrounding you, walking closer towards you, while the Archer with the Mohawk is the bait you stop them not deadly by shooting arrows, all that by climbing up and down the tree in a circle.

• Many men are down, one of them still conscious touch you, nothing serious just scratches on your abdomen and your left leg making you fall on the snowy ground.

• Behind a bush, a sneaky bitch jumps out on you, grabs the knife on her ankle to stab your thigh. In time you close your legs, twist a little bit on a side, pull your waist up, all of this, taking support on the snowy floor and kicking her ass making her hit the tree truck.

• When your partner finally joins you, he carries you on his back to an old cabin he found. The fun fact is his bow and arrows are in it since the all-time he was looking for in the jet before the crash. It's full of dirt and ashes, fell right into the chimney.

• He heals you by putting a bandage all around your wounded tight and a band-aid on your torso. After being absent for several minutes, Clint appears with a phone, some cans of food, and water.

• Until the Shield comes, you put your head on Clint's lap, turn your face on his side for more darkness. He was envious telling, he wishes he can fall asleep everywhere like I do, so you point out that your physical health situation required rest and you have no choice but to wait by sleeping even though you'd love to talk with him.

Thor Odinson:

• Witness of the destruction of your homeworld by the Ragnarok and resident on Midgard for a couple of years.

• You wander at New Asgard and see, beside a white sculpture next to the sea, the real destroyer of your world who's talking to his axe. The anger deep down in your heart is now burning and running through your vein.

• Walking towards him with a hateful gaze, two knives hide under your sleeves that you catch when their slip into your hands. At the last moment, he sees you turning around yourself and kneeling to cut him in a different area of his body.

• Without wasting any time you face him and jump to stab him on his perfect muscular chest but he stops you in time. The tip of the knife in your right hand pokes him but the one on your left rips his shirt.

• Once crouch, you push hard on your feet to jump and spin on yourself again as a storm, arms spread to cause lots of injuring as you can but not really powerful he gets some cuts not serious.

• Feet on the floor, you try again and again to stab him, to cut him but he dodges all your moves, even when you jump in the air he predicts it because you always do the same move.

• With the palm of his hand he pushes you, making you fall and your head hit a rock. Refusing to give up even if your left eye is drowning in blood, full of rage this time you run but the voice of King Valkyrie makes you stop. She looks upset by your behavior with her friend, the former Prince Odinson.

• Your grandparents was Hela's slaves and she killed one of their unborn child. Her comeback causes their death. All your friends can't flee the Ragnarok. And your family died in the hands of the Goddess of death.

• The God of Sparkles seems sorry and after bad jokes, he tells you once again Asgard is not a place but the people. Lots of Asgardians have lost family, friends but we can still honor them and their memories by living, spreading love and helping everybody.

• The anger is gone, you start to cry in Thor's arm. Meanwhile, he talks with Valkyrie about your fight skills he finds very impressive but need to be improved.

• Now relief, the night you spent awake walking in the streets reminds you to rest and quickly you fall asleep on his lap. The worthy God finds this adorable and the excitement that you forgive him makes you growl to noisy as he is.

Stephen Strange:

• The night is still the same, full of criminals with vigilantes to stop them but the world misses one of their best pale, you. Because you are stuck on a stupid mountain with weak guys who learn stupid wizardly tricks.

• It's been months since you're there and the only action was thankfully when the gorgeous and powerful Scarlet Witch went to kidnap and kill your multiverse pinball friend.

• Now there's only training, training, training and training, Monday to Sunday. When there's no training you have to study even though you read all the books in Kamar-Taj's library and know them by heart. You really need action.

• Wong has to go to San Francisco, a karaoke night you heard. Sign to hit the road. America knows about your plans and blackmails you to let her go on an adventure with you.

• She tries a dozen times to open a portal and finally gives up when you're calling her out from another room after opened yours. She's still struggling with basics but has no choice if she wants no one teleported to another universe when she sneezes.

• The two of you are walking in a dark room and while she's complaining why the Sanctum Sanctorum and not another place, you're trying to find your way based on your memories.

• Finally in the living room, MAC's sitting on a chair, stars to rummage on a desk next to her and sitting in front of her you do an impression of Dr. Wizard. Both of you stop to giggle when a sound from upstairs draws your attention.

• It's a bad idea she whispers a million times but can't stop to follow you into the new room that looks like a museum. She sticks her nose onto every window that contains artefacts while you're looking for something precisely.

• Half an hour later, America reminds you it's time to go home and perhaps the next week you'll find the cloak. But when you open a portal, a voice is coming from another room and sounds coming closer to you.

• You have to think faster, look at your friend who recognizes the way you look at her and gonna warns you but you spin your hands making move the portal where she is. After she comes back to Kamar-Taj, you run to a closet and stay there for several hours.

• Stephen Strange is sitting on a chair without moving, that's insane. You feel disconnected from reality, the urge to sleep is driving you crazy. Out of control, your head hit the closet's door which is open a few seconds later.

• You fall literally on his arm and try hard to keep your eyes open, unfortunately with no more energy, it's a losing battle. Very surprised he catches you in time and falls too on the floor with you. Angry he tries to wake you up but his cloak blocks Stephen's mouth and arm. Even a herd of elephants can't do anything.

Wanda Maximoff:

• There are plenty of anonymous clubs for people who want to talk and don’t want to feel alone. But how, when everybody knows you because of the several past crimes and the most important fight again Thanos?

• The Westview’s victims are afraid, hate and feel pity for her but one soul felt everything: sadness, anger, and happiness which are not her own feelings.

• An empath is a person who feels every feeling of people all around it. No one can hide a broken heart, burst love, the pain and joy during labor, or the horror to lose everything.

• You’re walking city after city, scanning every person you meet and this is really exhausting. If you could expand your power all around the world it’ll be easy and faster.

• She’s the only one who can help with your ability, the only one who was there for you when she had family problems and the only one who believes in you.

• The most powerful magical gal always found time for you, now it’s your turn to have time and to help her.

• Somewhere in New Jersey, you finally find her where everything starts but nothing looks like home. Something is different, the atmosphere is thick and you can feel the darkness surrounding you even in a beautiful flourishing garden.

• She’s there picking apples, in a casual outfit, her beautiful ginger hair braided, smiling at you when she sees you. You try to hide the uncomfortable feeling running through you about this place, about the darkness, the anger and the sadness living in her.

• Something weird happen. The desire to help her is huge and without the daily training to channel your power makes you back on the first day you struggle with. No there’s something else.

• Tiny bolts of electricity come out of your finger to hit her head pretty hard, it’s hard to get out of your influence but extremely powerful and help by something else.

• To stop you she uses her power and whips the air making you spin and fly to strike the tree and break some of your bones at the same time.

• You whine in pain and cry, Wanda kneels next to you, puts your head on her lap and tells you, she’s not mad at you, she was there to help you once, she is and always be there to help you again.

• She lifts her hand above your head, makes dance her finger and adds that will help you to have nice dreams. And then you faint.

Bucky Barnes:

• Born in the USA, rose in Africa, after the death of your parents you grew up and have been rose with the Dora Milaje, the warrior women of Wakanda.

• One day Captain America comes to see the King and demands help for a man with long hair and only one arm. This second white man sleeps in Shuri's Lab, where she will remove a program out of his brain with Ayo.

• Some nights, you go to visit him while he's sleeping, so peaceful he looks and spy on them outside of Mount Bashenga and after a few weeks, the White wolf is free from the brainwashing.

• The last time you saw him was on the battlefield against Thanos and his minions when he was the victim of the snap. He calls his best friend, walks towards him, starts to crumble in ashes and before he fades away in front of your eyes, you believe he looks at you sadly.

• Five years later thanks to Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark, every victim from the Blip come back to life and those aliens are beaten. Many things have changed in five years, people grew old, are officially a protector of the King, whereas others try to have a life in a new world.

• This is working in your mind, did you create everything you saw because of what you feel? You need answers and luckily you've been chosen to capture Helmut Zero the pet of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier.

• Ayo is disappointed by your actions, in no circumstances you would be touched by anybody and says you have to rid of what is heavy in your heart.

• Next to a pub, you meet James who invites you to drink. Several hard liquors later, you become more talkative and share things you never should as the nights you went to the lab, the night you were in wood to watch his improvement. And the day you cry, thinking he was dead.

• He tells he felt your presence. Spending time with only an arm couldn't affect his ability to protect himself, he was in Wakanda surrounded by amazing people, warriors and Dora Milaje but he felt safer with you around and was sad to be separated from you without exchanging a word.

• You kiss him not on his lips or his cheek either but in between. Beginning a relationship on two different continents won't be a good idea and after your confession, it was the only chance to take.

• The pub is empty now, only the two of you still talking for hours. You decided to take a nap, waiting for a delivery man to come with your food but not sober at all you fall asleep on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you to be sure your head doesn't hit the table.

Loki Laufeyson:

• The royal family and the servants spend time together and even more their kids. Some boys are trained to protect the King, his wife and kids. And some girls by witches.

• You love spending time with the Queen, witches and the servants but more with soldiers when they are training, the only moment to know who's better between you and your best friends, the Odinson.

• Rivalry was born in Loki's heart, growing up in his Brother's shadow and Thor became cocky without knowing what worthy is.

• Things are getting worse when the God of Mischief learns about his origin and in a bad way.

• All Asgardians act differently with him, except The Queen Frigga, his mother or more specifically his foster mother who is still the same with her sons since the beginning. And you, his best friend, who always win every hand-to-hand combat when he's not cheating.

• A terrible event happened a couple of weeks ago, the greatest woman of the nine realms was killed, Asgard will mourn her for months but the renegade is excluded. You have to check on the prisoner.

• She was the only woman who really loved him even if he's not an Asgardian born on the same planet as all of them who live there and he deeply loved her.

• You knock out a guardian, put the suit on, look for his jail cell and find a tall, depressive man. Unsuccessfully, you call him out, knock on the window, he's still sitting there watching the void.

• No more choice, this is necessary. It will take minutes, not enough but it'll be better than nothing and you'd rather ask for forgiveness than for permission.

• You go to close and lock the door, remove the new outfit and astral project yourself in his cell, you kneel next to him. When he comes out of the mist and looks into your eyes, a short light of happiness through it.

• His heart is not broken but devastated, Thor visited him once but you know he needs you too and you're not wrong.

• So you grab his hands, he put his head on your lap and without any sound, any tears shed or words spoken, you feel him crying.

• Time running out, the door is about to break, you kiss the top of his head and move it slowly on the floor and then returned into your body.

Pietro Maximoff:

• You are the leader of the biggest protesting group against weapons and mostly the Stark industry. You try to spread your opinions in a pacific way but you can't control everyone, all their anger's born from years of violence. Frightening people who are tired of their children, parents, friends, and neighbors are killed every day every time and not only here in the USA but all around the world. Death attracts death.

• All events organized by the industry are the best day for The Twin and you to protest in the streets and in front of the building. Information is collected and shared with the other group thanks to the internet, plus actions, orders are quickly executed.

• When the billionaire douchebag came back from Afghanistan things gets worse because he create more than weapons but horrific armor.

• Canceling the plans is the only solution, and tonight is your chance. Some of you break into the industry, split into two teams you try to hack the computer while the second team disappear somewhere else in the building.

• Your senses scream something's wrong, better to keep an eye on them with security cameras. And you were right, they planned to destroy this place.

• Once outside, all of you fight about what happened there, you've been smack by a bitch when you tell them you informed the philanthropist playboy because you are afraid people are hurt.

• The twin are not happy about your action but clearly understand you and protect you from those who think you should not lead anymore.

• The merchant of Death could avoid his lab to blown up, but not your virus to destroy all his files even if it's temporary. You stay positive though, you will succeed maybe you need to join the team.

• The night is not over, there are tensions in your group, and you all need to rest to clear your mind to know what to do next.

• In your private room, on your bed Pietro is sitting, your head on his lap, can't stop to bother you while you fall asleep and next to you, Wanda who gives you hands massage. Despite your opinions, they're still there with you. A little bit disappointed but always by your side.

• They are the real protagonists of what happened and it will not end there because volunteer for something bigger.

Vision:

• You are there the night he was born, it is outstanding to watch. The Avengers are fighting with each other but stop when the God of Thunder appears and strikes with electricity the regeneration cradle and wakes up the new members. All hair on your body is shivering.

• You spend lots of days and nights, watching and studying the security footage to know how he came to life.

• One day Wanda comes back to her bedroom to watch the news about the accident in Lagos. Vis talks with her and minutes later he leaves her.

• In the kitchen you make your umpteenth hot beverage, behind you, he analyses you and points out that you should slow down, it is not really healthy, plus you need to sleep.

• You spend hours talking with him about how he feels to look different in comparison with humans, about all the knowledge he gained before being able to breathe and the fact he will never die.

• Perhaps it could help you, it could save your life against the disease humanity can't cure.

• All the session chemo makes you weak, you put then your head on his lap to rest a little bit before returning to work. He finds that fascinating.

Thanks for reading it. Hope you like it. My Masterlist. My Marvel Masterlists.

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doopy-n-loopy · 4 years ago

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Yandere prompt: Yan!Yamato/Tenzō x reader

This story is related to my Yamato headcannons, so the reader is a female medic nin

// Yandere themes, toxic relationship, mentions of violence

(key: y/n = your name)

"It's for your saftey, you'll see"

Yamato said from across the dark room he kept you in. Your entire body was shaking due to exahaustion and your pants filled the air. It has been the second time you've tried to escape, it's surprising that you we're even able to get out of your room by yourself. Even with all the effort put in, all the sweat shed from your skin, it all went to waste as you were curled up below Yamato, looking like a sick dog while he seemed unfazed. As if he wasn't just chasing you from across the forest.

Earlier that day...

Yamato had left the house he made in the forest to keep you in, it was another normal day for him. Go out, do some minor task that should take about a few hours, and come back home so he can watch over you.

"I'm gonna be back in about 4-8 hours, I love you, y/n-chan "

He said to you sweetly. Showing that he wasn't expecting you to have made a makeshift lockpick out of the silverware he gave to you. He wasn't even sure how you got past the paper seals which would activate if you stepped over them.

Yet you did, you surprised the ninja once again with your stealth and agility. You would have gotten away, but the universe wasn't in your favor.

Unfortunately for you, Yamato overestimated the time it would take to finish the quick job and came back earlier than expected. He knew something wasn't right when he touched the door handle. Something just felt different.

As he walked into the house, he could definitely tell something was wrong. The doorhandle seemed to have been tampered with.

"y/n-chan, I'm home!"

He called out to you. No response but that was to be expected, you didn't like talking to him. He set his bag down onto the dinner table and walked over to the door leading to the basement where you were kept. He went to go take the key out of his pocket when the door shifted open slightly. Yamato stopped midway through rummaging in his pocket for the key and stared at the door for a second.

"y/n?"

He called out downstairs again, this time with a hint of worry in his voice. All he heard was his own voice slightly echoing off the stone walls. He then raced downstairs after no response and looked into your cage, stunned at the sight.

You were gone.

Yamato's disbelief was soon followed up by fear. He dashed upstairs, grabbing his ninja tools and running outside, not even caring to close the door behind him.

You've been running for a minute but to your bare feet it felt like days. Splinters and stones made its way under your fragile skin however you didn't have time to think about that. All you were thinking of was getting as far away from the house before your legs gave out. Hopefully finding a cave on your way.

Being a medic nin means you can't fight. So hiding and running are your best skills, you can hide your chakra and scent as well as use that chakra to propel yourself forward to stretch longer distances faster. Even though your stealthiness has been praised throughout Konoha, almost no one can hide the scent that comes from blood, and your foot was bleeding. That was your biggest mistake.

The sun was setting and you were running out of breath, stopping momentarily to catch yourself. As you leaned against a tree you felt the sharp pains in your foot that came from random things being lodged in there, and winced, immediately sitting down against the tree.

You began working on your foot to get the sticks and stones out as well as patch yourself up, while you were doing that, Yamato was getting closer and closer.

The brunet was running in the direction where you left clues behind- broken sticks, light footprints, sqaushed greenery, and the most noticable: blood. There wasn't much blood but enough to notice right away due to it reflecting the soft orange glow the setting sun had. His mind was racing with horrible thoughts

What if y/n was hurt?

What if someone took her?

Many "what if's" plauged the wood man's mind, he shook himself out of his thoughts after he slowed down for a moment to peer at the tracks, they seemed more recent, the blood wasn't completely dried up. He smiled to himself as he continued running, knowing he was gonna find you and be reuinited with you again.

You took out the last branch, feeling the pain ease a bit. You quickly put your hands over your feet and a soft green glow appeared between your soles and the palms of your hands, sighing in relief as you regenerated the missing skin cells on your feet. You didn't have much time to relax though as you felt your captor's chakra nearing you. You quickly finished up and ran off in the direction you were originally going. If you were wiser, you would have taken a turn.

Yamato came to the tree you sat on, kneeling down to pick up the bloodied wood chips that were just lodged in your feet. He threw them down and continued following your tracks, hoping that it wouldn't get too dark before he found you. It would be a pain to track someone like you in the dark.

You were getting extremely tired and your legs were burning, you reached a small cave and stopped running, deciding to just walk in it. You could still faintly feel Yamato's chakra from afar but you didn't care at this point. You needed to sleep.

Yamato arrived at a cave awhile after you, he looked around to make sure your footprints really ended there, and made his way inside.

There, you were peacefully asleep. You had collapsed shortly after you entered the cave. Yamato's footsteps echoed across the cave walls, waking you up immediately. You saw his shadow that was cast from the light outside sliding along the stone wall of the cave. Quickly scrambling to your feet, you ran deeper into the cave, deep enough to where you couldn't see. Hitting your face against something hard, you realized you've ran into a stalagmite and quickly ran behind it and crouched down, steadying your breathing.

You focused in on Yamato's footsteps, making sure to keep track of his position at all times.

"y/n-chan, I know you're here"

The wood ninja said in a slow, smooth voice which seemed a bit deranged. This made your heart beat faster in fear. As you constantly heard him call out your name, your heart basically jumped out of your chest, you've never been this afraid before.

Then, he went silent. Your heartbeat slowed down and you focused your hearing to try and find him, but to no avail. Until you heard a voice right beside you, which sent shivers down your spine.

"Found you"

The taller man whispered into your ear. You shrieked in terror and jumped about 7 feet back and continued to bavk up. All while Yamato was slowly approaching you.

"Y/N-chan, why did you run from me?"

Yamato said with the same slick tone of voice, continuing to approach you. You stood there in terror before you decided to turn and run away. You yelped as your hips and chest was grabbed by something, quickly restraining your movement. It was wooden beams coming out from Yamato's arms. The wooden beams then swung to the side, hitting you against the cave wall. Yamato walked towards you until his chest was pressed up against your back, the wood he used to restrain you receeded back into his arm and now he was pinning you using his body.

"y/n-chan, why? You know I love you, more than anyone in the world"

His creepy voice was now burned into your memory as his warm breath could be felt against your ear. You moaned uncomfortably but that only got a chuckle out of him.

"p-please"

You begged, choking back a sob. He responded by setting his chin onto your shoulder. You looked up towards the ceiling and clenched your teeth.

"'Please' what, my sapling?"

He responded, planting soft kisses onto the nape and side of your neck.

"l-leave me alone...why are you doing this to me?!?"

Yamato went silent at your response. He didn't like your answer. Before you could react, he quickly took ahold of your weists and turned you around so that you were facing him and he had your arms pinned above you against the cave wall. He had a sadistic look planted onto his face as he pinned you down, his smile was wide and his eyes were fixed on your face.

"Why, my sapling? Why do I do this?"

He said with psychopathic tone

"because we belong together... You and I were meant to be, you know that, my little sapling"

His right hand let go of one of your wrists but he quickly took ahold of it with his left hand so you don't struggle. He brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek. You began struggling about and yamato attenpted to hold you down, but you broke free and hit him with a chakra infused punch, sending him flying to the other side of the cave with a loud crash.

You booked it for your life once again only to be stopped in your tracks by the more experienced man with a wall of wood.

"tsk tsk tsk, that won't work on me"

He groaned, obviously winded from the punch. He watched as you slashed at the wall of wood he created, only strong enough to chip off a chunk at a time. It wouldn't be so bad if the wall didn't regenerate itself.

Yamato snickered at your struggling, it was cute to him. After some time you began to slow down until you dropped to your knees on the cold cave floor. Yamato walked over to you and kneeled down, taking in the sight before him.

"Let's go home, my little sapling"

Yamato said sweetly as he lifted your chin up with one of his fingers so he could look into your dead eyes. The wall lowered down into the ground until it disappeared entirely. Yamato picked you up bridal style and whispered sweet words into your ears. At home, the locks were strengthened and the security was much tighter than before. Yamato was now right on top of you, snuggling with you in your bed. You've gottwn accustomed to his affection. To the point where you now crave it. You no longer want to leave, he's successfully manipulated you into loving him.

Kinda short Ik, this is one of my first times doing a one shot so yeah haha

I'm gonna post a yandere prompt list soon, once I do you can suggest characters for me to write fanfic about

#yandere prompt #prompt #yandere #naruto #tenzou #yamato #yandere naruto x reader #yandere x reader #don't lie he's hot

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lovemalecforever · 3 years ago

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Chapter 12

Family isn't always blood

Alec looked at his Parabatai then to his sister then to him again and sighed heavily before speaking. "Because there is something I want to talk about which needs all of your presence."

"Excuse me!?" Jace exclaimed, "Alec, I can feel your nervousness, what is going on? You're making me scared buddy, we almost lost yo-"

"Jace, calm down. I'll tell you when everyone will be here, and it's nothing bad, okay?"

Even after the reassurance, Jace was still not convinced. He could feel how scared and nervous Alec was through their bond. There were so many probabilities running through his mind, minding that Magnus wasn't there with him when that man never leaves his brother alone.

"Jace, stop. I can literally feel you getting stressed up, I told you, Jace, it's nothing, just... wait for a while."

Jace sighed and nodded. He had met his Parabatai, his brother after a long time, and making him upset or angry was the last thing he wanted. "Sorry Alec, but really, you told Izzy that you're coming but not me? Seriously? Am I not important to you anymore?" he dramatically put his hand over his chest. "You have hurt me, dude."

Alec rolled his eyes. "Stop being overdramatic, Jace. Besides, the look on your face told me that it was worth it."

"Boyzzz!" Izzy interrupted, shaking her head at her brothers for their silliness. "So, big brother, whom do you want to meet first, Clary or Simon?" Out of everyone, Izzy knew really well that Alec considers them family now, remembering the fact that he admitted it when she and Simon visited him.

"It's been long I've seen nugget in training mode. I would like to see her training and meanwhile, tell Simon to come here, I want to talk to you both privately before talking to everyone else."

"What the hell!? Alec, First, stop giving my girlfriend these stupid nicknames, and second what are you guys are up to?"

"Jace, stop." Izzy spoke firmly, "Don't bombard our brother with questions, he just arrived. And, besides, I want to see how Clary's doing so can we move now?"

"Fine, let's go." Jace sighed, and they left for the training room.

While heading towards the training room, Alec didn't miss the changes that had been made at the Institute, especially the weapons room. He knew he made the right decision to make his sister the Head of the Institute when he accepted the post of Inquisitor at Alicante, and she's doing a brilliant job. He couldn't help but feel proud of his sister.

It's been around an hour since Clary started her training, her hair was tied up in a ponytail, she was wearing a perfectly fitted navy blue sports bra with red stripes on it, the back having cross straps with blue-grey yoga pants and red and blue colored sports shoes. Her hands were wrapped in boxing bandages, blowing punches and kicks to the punching bag, which had now started to tear.

"Slow down Parabatai, looks like you're having a bad day, or did you not get it last night, huh?" Izzy teased as she walked towards her soon-to-be Parabatai, a smirk playing on her face, and Jace's face flushed.

"Izzy, Hey!" Clary greeted then held the towel that Izzy offered her. "And to answer your question, both. Bad day because Jace was being an idiot last night, and this morning too." She said, making Izzy burst into laughter.

"Really Clary, discussing our sex life with my sister!? Not appreciated!" Jace said as he walked in.

"She's my best friend, Herondale. I can discuss whatever I want." Clary shrugged and snatched the water bottle that he offered her.

"Oops! Looks like someone screwed up badly." Izzy said while suppressing her laugh, earning a glare from Jace.

Clary almost choked on the water she was drinking and dropped the bottle on the floor in the process when her eyes fell on the third person present in that room, standing by the door frame.

"ALEC!"

"Hello, Carrot!" Alec walked in and laughed when she literally jumped on him. "Get down, carrot, you're drenched in sweat."

"Really! Carrot, Carrot!? Seriously, Alec, I told you to stop giving her names, don't you-"

"I find it cute," Clary said, interrupting her boyfriend and making him dumbfounded. "Alec, when did you come? And where's Magnus?" She asked when her excitement died down and was back on her feet.

"Just now, and Magnus didn't come, I had some work."

"Okay, now I'm jealous, what had Simon done, big brother? Jace? Why do you both treat him like that?" Izzy pouted.

"I like him, but that vampire gets under my skin sometimes. No offense, Izzy." Jace said flatly.

"Izzy, Simon had done nothing, you know I like him, I just don't feel like being like that around him. There's nothing else." Alec reassured, making her sigh.

Izzy's phone buzzed, breaking their chain of conversation. She picked it up to check the message. "It's Si, he'll be here in some time. Your room or my office?" She asked.

"In my room," Alec answered while Jace and Clary kept glancing between the siblings. "I'll tell you both later."

Clary nodded. "I'm going to get a shower, see you later, Alec." With that, she picked up her stuff and left the hall.

"Wait, Clary! Excuse me!" Jace said hurried after his girlfriend leaving the other two laughing at their situation.

"It's good to have her back, you know," Izzy said when they both left the room. "Jace is a different person now, and happier too."

"I know. I can feel it. I'm happy for him, he deserves this. Looking back at how broken he was 3 years ago, I'm really happy that Clary got her memories back. They didn't deserve what happened 5 years ago."

"What's wrong!?" She asked when she noticed an unknown expression clouding her brother's face.

"Izzy, promise me you won't tell Jace what I'm about to say, else I won't hear the end of it."

Izzy raised her brow but eventually nodded.

"You know how much I used to hate Clary when she first came into our lives, she's still annoying, but looking at her now, at them, they are meant for each other, they complete each other. And I'm really happy that they found each other, all over again." He said, having a bright smile on his face.

"You're right, big brother. Jace will never stop teasing you if he'll hear what you just said. And, I agree, they are meant for each other."

Clary came back to their lives almost two and a half years ago. It took her almost a year and a half after meeting Jace at her painting exhibition to regain her memories of the shadow world. When she remembered Jace at the alley of the building where her exhibition was held, Jace frequented their meetings in the hope that she'd remember everything but hid it from everyone else. That was until Simon found out and confronted him, in the process bumping into her becoming the second person she remembered.

Clary always had an empty space in her heart, a void, which kept telling her that something was missing. That was until she met Jace, and she knew that she knew him from somewhere. There were bits and pieces in her mind of a club, bike riding, or some similar events, but they were never complete.

When both boys told everyone about Clary, it was Magnus who advised them to take things slow and not rush her memories. She met everyone, remembered them one by one, Luke being the third one, then Jocelyn, followed by the incomplete memory of her death, which resulted in regaining her memories at a great pace.

What broke the floodgates of her memories was when Jace and Clary were returning from their date, and they were attacked by a shapeshifting demon, which Clary killed with complete ease, shocked at first, but the sudden appearance and disappearance of her runes made her remember that she's a Shadowhunter.

The most beautiful thing which happened between all this was Clary fell in love with Jace all over again, oblivious about their past and Jace's feelings, making him the happiest person in the universe.

When she remembered everything, and stepped into the institute once again, and got all her runes back, she was visited by her mother's soul once again telling her that the Angels had forgiven her, she still has her extra share of powers, but she needs to be careful this time and not repeat the mistakes she made in the past. From that time on she became a completely new person. Better than before, more fierce, stronger, but still stubborn, annoying, and irritating at times.

The most epic thing to happen was Alec and Clary's relationship. From hating each other to frenemies to friends to a weird brother-sister relationship, they came a long way. The bitter comments Alec used to make about her were now more of teasing and mocking in a good way. They had started understanding each other, making everyone around them shocked with their bonding.

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Simon was already pacing in Alec's room when Izzy and Alec entered, making Alec sigh out of frustration. "Stop digging holes in my carpet, Lewis," Alec commented.

"Really!?"

"Boys!" Izzy shook her head. "I can't with you people!" She mumbled, then turned towards her brother. "So, what did you find Alec?"

"Everything!" He answered and explained to them the complete process of becoming immortal. When he was done both of their faces were filled with shock and astonishment.

"So, you have to drink Fray's blood and ask her to talk to Angel Ithuriel on your behalf, that's... interesting. Do you think she'll agree?" Simon asked curiously.

"That we'll see. Are you both okay with this?" Alec asked hesitantly.

Simon and Izzy exchanged a look. "Of course we are, big brother. I'm really happy for you." She hugged her brother tightly. Alec looked at Simon who nodded and smiled at him, he smiled back and mouthed thank you to him.

They broke their hug and Alec sighed with relief. "I'm glad to have your support, but, Izzy, I need advice, I'm confused."

"What is it?"

"Should I wait for everyone to arrive and talk to them tonight altogether, or I'll talk to everyone privately? I don't know how everyone's gonna react, especially Jace and Clary."

Izzy didn't know what to say to that. She looked at Simon than at her brother, trying to form words when Simon broke the silence.

"Um... I don't know what you think, Iz, but I think you should talk to everyone privately, talking to everyone at the same time would mean too many emotions in one place when you don't know how will everyone react which can become uneasy for you. But it's completely up to you." He said carefully.

"I think you're right Simon, thank you. It might take time, but I'll get a fair amount of time with everyone. And I think I'm going to make Jace and Clary wait for the last." He said with a chuckle.

"Now, Izzy, till the time mom and Luke arrive, why don't you and Clary show me what I've asked for!?" He asked with a wide smile.

Simon had a confused expression from his question, making Alec chuckle with the realization that neither of the women had told anyone about the gifts he had asked them to help him make for Magnus.

"Come on then, big brother. It's in Clary's room." She wrapped her arm around her brother's, dropped the silencing rune, and walked towards Jace and Clary's shared room. When they were near their room they heard loud arguments coming from their room making them exchange looks.

"Can we come in Fray? Or are you both going to continue with whatever you were arguing about?" Simon asked while suppressing his laugh, earning a flying pillow from Clary, which he dodged successfully, making Alec and Izzy burst with laughter, and Jace completely embarrassed.

"Are you people done?" Alec asked.

Clary cleared her throat and steadied herself. "Yeah, come in."

"Are you still working on it, or is it completed? Alec wants to see it." Izzy said the excitement was clearly visible in her voice.

"Oh, are you sure Alec? It's not completed yet."

"Completed or not, I want to see both of your's!"

"Okay, it's in my art room."

"Art room?" "What the hell is going on!?" Alec and Jace said at the same time.

Jace was carefully listening to their conversation, making a frown appear on his forehead. He looked at Simon who was mirroring his confused expressions, but no one else, making his nerves rise.

Alec sighed. "Izzy and Clary, may I know why you both kept it hidden from them?" He waved towards Simon and Jace.

"We thought it would be nice to surprise them too, we want to see their expressions when it's done," Izzy said.

Jace and Simon exchanged a look, Jace was about to say something when Alec raised his hand to shut him up. He shook his head in disbelief. "I didn't get my answer, Art room?"

"Oh, my old room, now that I share the room with Jace, I converted that to my personal Art room. Are you really sure, Alec?"

"Yes, and anyways I want it completed before I leave for Alicante."

"Are you sure, big brother? Will you be able to hide from Magnus for that long?" Izzy raised her brow at him.

"Alec, if this makes you relieved, I got permission from Angels to use the portal rune as a permanent rune for me, and anyways I and Izzy are gonna portal to the lakeside to complete all the decorations you've asked for. You can meet us there and take the gifts from us." Clary said.

Alec looked at Clary in disbelief. "You got permission? That's something. Okay then, take your time, but it should be completed by Wednesday."

"We're almost done, big brother. Don't worry!"

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They all walked towards Clary's Art room, Alec was way too excited to see what they've done. Clary opens the door, which was filled with the scent of fresh colors, different shapes of brushes were spread in the whole room and a bunch of them were kept in a pen stand with several watercolor bottles and charcoal pencils on a wooden table in the corner of the room. There were different shapes of canvases filled in the whole room.

Clary went forward and removed a red-colored cloth that was covering a medium-sized canvas, only to reveal 3 frame-sized paintings pinned on the canvas, the 4th one was ongoing and one was empty. Alec's jaw fell on the ground seeing them.

"You... you're painting them!?"

"You like it?" Clary asked nervously, biting her nails, and looked at Izzy.

Alec went forward and traced his fingers over the painting of their wedding, both in tuxedos, holding hands, a look of pure happiness on their faces. "Put this in the center, and frame them properly. Magnus is going to love it. And I do too. Thank you, redhead!"

Clary sighed with relief and nodded with a warm smile.

"What the he-"

"Wow, these are beautiful Fray, so that's not the only surprise you're planning for Magnus? It's so lovely!"

"Yes, there's more Simon. I told you and Izzy alre-"

"What is going on!? And why am I the only one who doesn't know anything!?" Jace yelled.

Alec sighed for the billionth time that day. "Jace, are you really not getting it, or are you seriously not remembering!?"

Every eyes were on Jace now. "Remember wha... oh shit!" He gulped when he realized the paintings were from Alec's wedding to all of their following anniversaries. And it's his brother's anniversary next week.

"Sorry, Alec. I forgot about your anniversary. So, that's why Magnus is not here, you're planning a surprise, huh?" He said teasingly knowing that his brother is bad with surprises.

Alec rolled his eyes and smacked Jace on the back of his head, earning a whiney 'Ow' from him while others burst into laughter. "So, Izzy!?"

"It's in the weapons room, come on!"

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They were all in the weapons room, Izzy had vacated the room for some time, and they were the only five present there. She went towards the right side rack, opened the second last drawer and took out a black-colored box, and walked towards the center table where everyone was standing.

"Big brother, it's yet to be completed. The whole engraving is remaining, you sure!?"

"Engraving?" Others said in unison.

"Yes, Izzy! Just show me whatever is done!"

Izzy opened the box to reveal a set of 3 diamond rings, sitting on fake fingers, two on the base and one in the middle of the finger, each connected with silver chains having tiny emeralds covering the whole chain. It was a really beautiful ring. There was a bundle of diamond cuts sitting on the base of the box.

Everyone's jaws were dropped on the floor. The ring was shining brightly in the dullness of the room.

"Why extra diamonds?" Clary asked curiously.

"These are going to be fixed on the engraving. Alec, thoughts?" She asked, her voice filled with nervousness and excitement.

"Wow! I... I'm speechless. You did a great job, Izzy. Magnus is definitely going to fall in love with it."

"I already am," Clary confessed. Her eyes were shining with the lights the diamond ring was emitting.

"I didn't know my girlfriend was this talented!" Simon said. He and Jace were completely dumbfounded.

They all got out of their trance with a loud squeal Izzy made, way too excited and proud of her work. They all exchanged a look and shook their heads at her.

Before Izzy could say, her phone buzzed and her expressions went from excited to soft.

"What?" Alec asked.

"Mom and Luke are here, you're ready, Alec?"

Alec sighed. "Let's get this over with!"

#asaab #angst with a happy ending #angst #fanfic authors #alec lightwood #fantasy #fanfiction #fanfic #lightwood bane family #malec forever #malec fic #happily married #magnus bane #malec

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ryan-spinel · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER THREE

“Heavenly Bliss”

“What are you doing out so late Spinel.” Connie challenged

“I wouldn't call 5:45 in the afternoon last Connie. Seems like you've been somewhere, caring paper bags.” I smirked

“Well, Valentine, going grocery shopping after school is better than hanging with drug dealers.” Connie provoked

“Well I guess someone was doing more than shopping, I was helping a friend get a date.” I sassed

“Sure you were.” The whore snickered

I have to say, I alway hated passive aggressive bitches. I mean, if your going to be angry show it, instead of being a dick about it.

“Listen to me Spinel, I don't know what kind of stuff you're involved with the Black Hawks. But my father is the chief inspector of the local police agency, and I will have to report any unusual activity your involved in.” Connie warned

“And that's suppose to mean something, my mothers a lawyer.” I bragged

“Sigh, look Spinel. I don't want any trouble. I don't know why you hit me yesterday, but all I ask for. Is that you stay away from Steven, or you'll regret it. He doesn't need someone like you in his life.” Connie threaten

It's cute that she thinks she can scare me. It's you who will be sorry.

“Connie. You sound like Steven belongs to you, you do realize he has a life outside of you.” I smirked

Connie was about to say something, but then she gave be a defeated look. Looks like I won this battle, but haven't won the war just yet.

“Just, please don't go near him. You're not his friend.” Connie added, walking towards me.

Of course I'm not his friend, I'm his girlfriend, his babey, his sweetheart.

At the moment she walks by me, I pulled out my Italian stiletto and used it to tear the paper bag open. Causing the groceries to drop to the ground.

“Gasp, oopsie daisy.” I gibed, walking by Connie irritably picking up her groceries.

It brings me joy to see someone like her struggling. Now time to go home before my folks worry about me.

It's now sundown, I just arrived to my place. I hope my moms aren't worried.

I walked up to the entrance and was going to open the door, however I stopped. I was hearing muffled screaming inside the house, so I ease dropped to find out what they're talking about.

“This has gone on long enough mother, we can't keep denying the problem with Spinel!” Mother argued

“You watch you're tone with me young lady, Spinel is fine. How is her liking someone so awful.” Grandmother Whitney retaliated

“Liking someone, you mean this boy Steven. I got a call from the school that she punched a girl in the face.” Mother retorted

“How is that a problem, Spinel probably had a good reason to do so.” Grandmother Whitney denied

“She hit that girl, over a piece of cake. I was told by Dr.Maheswaran, that her daughter asked for a piece of cake Steven had, and then all of a sudden Spinel hits her trying to slap the cake out of her hand. Accidentally hitting her in the face, causing her to bite her lip.” Mother shot

There was a silent pause, until I heard Momma speaking.

“Whitney, this isn't normal behavior for a girl like Spinel. Ever since kindergarten she's been very violent towards kids her age. We can't keep hiding and ignoring on what she did to Spin-.”

SLAP

“Never, and I repeat never mentioned that women again.” Grandmother Whitney snapped

“Mother what is wrong with you, don't hit Bella again.” Mother raged

“Or what, you won't defend me in court. I had to teach her a lesson for disobeying me.” Grandmother Whitney threaten

“Bella's right Mother, somethings wrong with Spinel. Sigh, God we should have never given her that knife.” Mother muttered

“The reason why I gave that knife is because that's what she wants. She doesn't want makeup and all that girly crap you get her. I know my Granddaughter.” Grandmother Whitney stated

“You can know Spinel inside and out all you want Whitney , but you gave her a weapon. In the past we got calls that Spinel threaten students in elementary, once I got called into a meeting with the principal because Spinel got suspended for bitting a kid, in middle school. Now she's attacking girls out of jealousy. Sigh, Whitney. Spinel is sick. This can't continue, because if it does Spinel will get herself hurt or go to prison. So if you really care for her, you need to stop defending this toxic side of Spinel. She needs help-.” Momma screeched before being interrupted

Ding, dong

“Hey guys I'm back from the library.” I announced

“Come in starlight.” Grandmother Whitney answered

I opened the door and walked to the dining room. I saw my three care-givers sitting at the dinning table drinking tea. Although I noticed Momma had tears in her eyes, and having a red handprint on the left side of her face.

“How was school today Spinel.” Mother coaxed

“It was a wonderful day Mother, I had lots of fun with Perri today.” I clarified

“That's good sweet-pea, did you have dinner at the Fitzgerald home.” Momma faltered

“Yes Momma, don't worry about wittle old me.” I reassured

Although I wouldn't call a tray of onigiri dinner, even though I'm still a little hungry. But I can wait until tomorrow, I don't want momma to stress about me.

“Okay darling, please get ready for bed.” Grandmother Whitney asserted

“I'll see you guys tomorrow.”

Once I finished getting into my cute bun-bun themed pajamas, I walked to my futon going to bed. Saturday is going to be a big day for me, because that's the day Steven and I will be all alone. No Connie to interfere with us. I'll just have to ask him tomorrow at school.

Ring ring

Another day of school went by so fast, and Friday is the perfect day to ask out Steven. Because that bitch Connie has tennis practice on Fridays, that means Steven will be all alone without any interruptions.

In the distance I see the gullible hunk walking off school grounds. I have to catch up to him before it's to late. I raced like hell to catch up to him, trying to catch his attention.

“Steven!” I exulted

“Wha.”

Finally, I got his attention.

“Hey Steven, huff puff huff puff.” I listlessly

“Oh, Spinel. I didn't expect to see you. Are you okay, from Wednesday.” Steven Gasped

“Ya everything is just swell.” I said trying to ease his nerves

“Anyway, sorry to bother you. But would you like to hang out tomorrow. Like get a milkshake, do karaoke or something.” I hesitated

Please say yes, please say yes.

“Sure, why not.” Steven responded

Yes, yes, oh god yes. I feel my heart racing and I'm sweating like crazy. I honestly had my doubts.

I wanted to reply to his answer, but I was so happy I lost my sense of reality. I couldn't stop smiling and my cheeks were like two hot tomatoes. My heart has never been this happy before, it's going to explode.

“Ah, Spinel. Are you okay.” Steven guessed

Just him looking at me made me paralyzed with joy.

“Oh, oh Stevi your so cute. I just want to cuddle you and feed you cookies.” I mumbled

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, okay. Well, meet me at my place tomorrow at noon. Bye.”

And just like that, my man is gone. Tomorrow I need to look my best, also I need to ask a favor from my geeky bud.

“Congratulations on your date Spinel.” Perri cheered

“It hasn't started yet, but thanks. How was your date with Lexi.” I grinned

“Well, I wouldn't call it a date. At least the clan allows me to hang with her.” Perri hummed

“Does Brooklyn know.” I doubted

“Ah, not yet. She still doesn't want me around the Black Hawks. But I still want to see Lexi, I just want her out of the gang.” Perri worried

“Hey, don't worry. Things will turn out okay, Lex is a smart gal and she'll get out eventually.” I encouraged

“You're a great friend Spinel, how can I repay you for what you did.” Perri offered

“Well, I hate to ask but. Can you keep Connie away from Steven all day.” I begged

Please say yes, please say yes

“Your in luck friend, I'm working on a science assignment with Connie. I'll tell her to come to my house to work on the project.” Perri reassured

“Ah, thank God. I owe you big time.” I burst

“No need, that's what friends do.” Perri acknowledged

It's 30 minutes until noon. I have to make up an excuse to go out.

“Hey Momma.” I shouted from my room

“Yes dear.” Momma groggily

“I'm going to the karaoke club with some friends. I'll be back before sunset.” I lied

“Yawn, okay sweetie. Please be safe.” Momma sleepily

I didn't expect it to be that easy, now time to see senpai.

It's a good thing Steven lives less than five minutes away, I would hate to take the bus. But if I had to I would.

I finally arrived at Stevens house, or tiny home to be exact.

His house wasn't as fancy as mine, although it's a cute little home. But what do you expect when your dad is a Uber driver, and rarely gets the dough at one of his garage concerts.

Speak of the devil, I see Greg Universe. On a lawn chair outside his house, playing his guitar and drinking beer. Although I have to admit, even though Greg looks like a loser he's still a good father. Obviously Steven got that suave charm from him.

“Hello Mr.Universe.” I burst

“Oh, you must be Conn- Ah I mean Spinel. Stevens happy that you asked him to hang out. By the way, call me Greg.” Greg sputtered, sounding like he's one more bottle to being wasted.

“Is Steven almost ready.” I inquired

“Don't worry, he'll be out shorty.” Greg reassured, but still looks like he has more to say.

“You know. I'm actually glad that you asked Steven to hang.” Greg confessed

“Really.” I doubted

“Ya I am. Steven doesn't really hang out with other kids outside of school. Even since his mom passed away, he's been very antisocial. Sure he may be out going at school. But when he isn't at school, he just sits in his room. Or sometimes hangs out with his friend Connie.”

I hate the thought of that bitch being mentioned today.

“Steven may hang with a lot of kids, but they're not his friends. I hate to talk behind someone's back, but I feel like Connie and Steven spend to much time together. I'm not saying that they can't hang out, but Steven needs a variety of friends. Because if they don't stay friends Steven will have trouble finding new ones. Ha, I'm sorry I burden you with all of that. It's just my way of saying thanks, I hope Steven has lots of fun.” Greg rattled on

Wow, you think you know a guy. I really misjudged Greg, he must want Steven to have as many friends has he wants. I'm just glad that we're one the same page that Connie is bad for him. That's what happens when two loners become friends, they're obsessed with spending so much time with each other.

“I'm sorry about your wife Greg, she must be very lucky to have a kid like Steven.” I comforted

“Thank you Spinel, it really means a lot to me.”

“Hey dad, I'm going now-oh hey Spinel. It's good to see you.” Steven beamed

“Hey Schtu-ball, here's so cash to have fun with your lady friend.” Greg happily offered

“Dad, it's not like that.” Steven spluttered

“Loosen up Lil-man. I'm just messing with you.” Greg smiled

Then all of a sudden, Greg was whispering in his ear. I couldn't hear want they are talking about. But what caught me off guard was that Greg secretly slipped a condom in Stevens jacket.

Oh Lordy, Steven and I haven't even got to the batters box's yet. Already Greg gives him a condom on the first date, I guess it's better to be safe then sorry. Now Greg has my full respect now, thinking that Steven and I would get dirty. He really wants Steven to have more friends.

Although poor Steven, he must be so embarrassed that Greg is giving him condoms and advice on girls.

“Okay Dad, I heard enough. Come on Spinel let's go” Steven spluttered

“Okay okay, see you crazy kids later.” Greg joked

“Jesus Christ.” Steven mumbled

After Steven got the talk, we made our way onto the bus.

“So Spinel, What would you like to do.” Steven asked

“Well, lets go to that 50s style dinner. I heard they have to best burgers and milkshakes there.” I suggested

“You mean Krazy Kats, (chuckled) it's been so long since I've been there. After that lets go to the karaoke club.” Steven cheered

“Steven Universe, I didn't know you can sing.” I teased

“Well. I can't, the only song I can sing is twinkle twinkle little star.” Steven joked

“Well it doesn't hurt to try.”

“No, it doesn't.” Steven hoped

After a long drive, we finally arrived at Blossom valley Mall.

As the gentleman Steven is, he helped me off the bus. Such a chivalrous lad.

“We're here, so do you want to do first.” Steven advised

“Lets go to the karaoke club first.” I responded

“Cool, lets go.”

“Wait Steven.” I shouted

“Yes Spinel.” Steven smiled

“I, I need you to hold something for me.” I avowed

“Sure, I'll be happy to help.”

I took out my right hand and reached it out to Steven, palm up.

“My hand.” I cackled shyly

Steven looked at me for a little bit, trying to get a grip of the situation. Until he started to smile.

“(Giggling), your adorable Spinel. Of course I'll hold your hand.” Steven beamed while grapping onto my hand.

He. He called me adorable. Wow, he called me adorable, on our first date. Oh god, I feel like I'm having a heart attack because my heart can't stop beating. He's now holding my hand, his soft skin rubbing onto me. How a I going to make it the whole day without fainting.

We happily dashed to the karaoke club. Inside was just like the interior of the Double Deuce in the movie Road House. It was also very spectral, with smoke, flashing colored lights and giant speakers. It was like a rave in here. Steven and I quickly found a place to sit, now looking at which songs we're going to sing.

“Wow, there's a lot to choose from. What are you going to sing.” Steven asked

“(Giggling), that's a secret. You'll find out soon.” I teased

“Always full of secrets I see.”

Well you got one thing right.

“Okay, you can go first. I'll still need some time to choose.” Steven convinced

“Alright kiddo, I'll go first.” I joked

I walked up to the counter and asked for my song. They told me I was on in five minutes. I walked back to Steven to tell him.

“Hey Stevi, I'm on in five minutes.”

“Cool, I picked mr blue sky electric light orchestra.” Steven mentioned

“Interesting choice bud.”

“Alright everybody give him around of applause. (Laughing) okay folks it's time of our next performer, please welcome to the stage for Spinel.”

(Applause)

I skipped up to the stage, getting ready to sing. Although some people would need to read the lyrics on the screen, but I know this song off by heart.

The song began

I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me 🎶

I still feel your touch in my dreams 🎶

Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why 🎶

Without you it's hard to survive 🎶

Here comes the chorus

'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling 🎶

And every time we kiss I swear I could fly 🎶

Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last 🎶

Need you by my side 🎶

'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static 🎶

And every time we kiss I reach for the sky 🎶

Can't you hear my heart beat so I can't let you go 🎶

Want you in my life 🎶

(Freestyle dancing)

Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky 🎶

They wipe away tears that I cry 🎶

The good and the bad times we've been through them all 🎶

You make me rise when I fall 🎶

'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling 🎶

And every time we kiss I swear I could fly 🎶

Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last 🎶

Need you by my side 🎶

'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static 🎶

And every time we kiss I reach for the sky 🎶

Can't you hear my heart beat so I can't let you go 🎶

Want you in my life 🎶

(More freestyle dancing)

'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling 🎶

And every time we kiss I swear I could fly 🎶

Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last 🎶

Need you by my side 🎶

(Applause)

“Spinel that was amazing, your singing voice is beautiful.” Steven praised

“Your so sweet Stevi, it's now your turn to shine.” I encouraged

Now as expected, Steven sucked. But we had a good laugh about it. So far this was the best day of my life. This was true heavenly bliss.

Steven and I weren't really hungry, so we got takeout milkshakes from Krazy Kats. We then found a nice place to sit and catch. On a small green hill under a cherry three.

“How's your mint-chip, butterfingers, Reese's PB cups, Hershey's chocolate syrup with no cherry.”

“It's just delicious, how's your plain boring strawberry milkshake.” I joked

“Hey, it's just as good as yours.”

“(Giggling) I'm just messing with you, you look so cute when flustered.” I teased

“Okay now your just being silly.” Steven gushed

“Puff, (laughing).” Steven and I giggled

“Ha ha hah, Spinel this day was amazing. I'm having so much fun with you.” Steven cackled

This is an amazing day, I just want to relive this moment for the rest of my life. I never expected Steven to have fun with someone like me.

Wait, why's Steven frowning. Did I do something wrong. Fuck, I thought I did everything right.

“Spinel, I should have never given that cake you gave me to Connie. I thought I was doing something nice, but I didn't reconsider on how you'll feel. Although it wasn't right that you hit Connie. But, it was my fault that I blown out of proportion. I'm sorry Spinel.” Steven apologized, on the verge of tears.

“I can just act so stupid sometimes. I don't mean to do anything to hurt anyone, but I do it without knowing. I don't know why I'm like this. Ever since my mom was shanked in an ally by Black Hawk thugs, I just find was to mess up. Dads always stressed about paying the bills and taking care of me. He doesn't need that kind of stress I'm giving him. I'm just a burden. I'm a burden to my friends, my teachers and even my closest friend Connie. I just don't want to keep annoying people all the time, telling me to go away and play kid games. And them saying “your bitch mom got what she deserved”, one time I got a note I found in my locker, saying that it would be better for everyone if I just kill myself. (Sobbing). I feel like the whole world is against me, that everyone has some reason to attack me. Because I keep fucking up all the time. I'm just one. big. fuck up.(sobbing).” Steven bawled

Oh god, I had no idea Steven was in this much pain. It seems like on the outside that he's this layback happy guy. But no one notices that he's breaking and dying inside. Like me.

There was only one thing I can do, I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a tight hug.

“I'm sorry that you're feeling so bad, is this why you wanted to hang with me.”

“No!” Steven screamed

“No, no. I really wanted to spend time with you. I felt guilty for hurting you. But I still enjoyed today. (Sobbing).”

“It's okay daring, I'm not going anywhere. You're never a burden Steven Universe. I know things are stressful for you lately. But please don't consider it. I'll miss you, your dad will miss you, your friends and even your pets. You're important to a lot of us.”

“Lets just say this, you off yourself last year. That means you missed all those precious memories to this day. Your birthday, Christmas and even Halloween. All those events are gone, disappeared.”

“Remember last year. When I started the first year of high school. On Monday during lunchtime, I was waiting in-line to by the canteens fresh baked cookies. I was a limited time offer, only on Mondays. When I walked to the counter and asked for one of their cookies. They said “Sorry kid, we're sold out.” So I started to get upset. I wanted those cookies for so long and now there gone. But out of no where, you saw me. Out of the kindness of your heart you game me half of your homemade chocolate-chip cookie. Even though it wasn't as good as the canteens ones. It was still special that someone as kind as you, would share with me.”

“Don't you see goofball. Your actions have an impact on people's lives, a good impact. If you disappeared, that special moment would never happened. I know we don't know each other well, but I really care about you. Because you cared about me, and I would love to hang out more with you. Those last couple of hours were the best moments in my life so far.”

“(Sniffling) you really think so.”

“I know so Steven, you have a big heart and you care and love everyone. But you need to start loving yourself.”

Steven then wrapped his arms around my petite waist.

“Thank you Spinel, thank you so much.”

“I'll never leave you Steven. Never ever.”

To be continued

#steven universe #spinel #not hate aloud or risk being blocked #stevinel #2020 #yandere #my cute little psychopath au #inspiration #this may not be suitable for all viewers #swearing #first date #cute fluff #babeys being babeys #tw mention of suicide #songfic #everytime we touch #by cascade #tw suicude

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delusion-of-negation · 2 years ago

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I think people lash out in pain sometimes, when it feels like your pain is being belittled and brushed under the rug, or when it feels like someone is "rubbing it in your face" that they have privilege and you don't, or just because their phraseology triggered a bad memory and it explodes out - the people who made the initial post that set someone off are not trying to do any of those things, at least not intentionally most of the time (you find assholes online who are on occasion, but in general that's not what's happening), but it feels that way sometimes and people snap, y'know? I'm not saying "it's not their fault uwu" or "don't talk about having good parents" obviously (I say that because I know the reverse happens too, someone's been hurt by said lashing out, I explain how the cycle of hurt gets perpetuated just to explain the facts of the situation, they are hurt by it and feel like I'm belittling, excusing, rubbing it in their face, etc, and boom same thing happens), but that's how cycles of hurt often perpetuate - through misunderstandings and overreacting out of pain and so on.

I think sometimes accepting the reality that somebody got born lucky and we didn't, and they don't even know how lucky they have it (and we also don't know what unlucky things they have, even if seeing them feels like watching someone who had the universe handed to them on a silver platter while we had to beg for scraps, through no fault of our own, just because we were born into a horrific situation where the people who were supposed to love us most just enjoyed seeing us in pain, but the fact that they didn't have that doesn't mean they didn't have other bad things, even if we can't see them because just like them being blind to their luck all of these sorts of pains are invisible), it can be incredibly hard. maybe even impossible. I mean, how do you just sit there and say "yup, the universe threw me into torture from the day I was born, for no reason, nobody cared, nobody I meet even comprehends what happened to me and they sit there saying things that they don't even see stab me in the chest, and I can't even tell them about it without being considered a chore to be around and cast aside, and I just have to accept that I'll never get that time back, I'll never have happy childhood memories, and my whole life has been ruined by the sickness and lack of resources it caused, I will die young and with nothing and having had no shot at anything more"? like, that's not something you can just let float away like failing a driving test and having to try again, or spilling a cup of tea. so sometimes something shows up that makes you think about the thing you can't rationalise or accept, and it seems dismissive, and the anger bubbles up and you word things awfully.

and professional help often can't actually fix it or make you feel better, it's not magic, it's just talking at the end of the day, sometimes it helps and sometimes it's just not cut out for your situation. lashing out definitely won't help though. it feels like it will, like it'll be cathartic, in the moment, but later you're just embarassed drinking a can of beer and arguing with the voices in your head about why you can't stop being an idiot. breaking the cycle of hurt doesn't make the hurt go away, but it does stop another bit of hurt from forming, so it's worth- you can't accept that you suffered, you can't necessarily fix it by popping pills and talking to a sweet old lady (although that can help get other things in order and clear your head a bit), societal change and compassion from society could help a bit but that can't happen overnight, what you can do is close the tab where you were about to shout at someone and go put a stupid cartoon on for a bit until the feeling passes, punch a punching bag, eat some ice cream, do something for the hurt kid inside you who needs your support, y'know?

the urge to snap might never go away, but part of therapy and life in general is just about learning to cope with situations like that, even if you can't accept the fact that it's not fair that you have to. it sucks, but we're all in this bullshit together, even if- for me, I wanna snap when people like op can't see how flippant and frustrating "get therapy" can come across to those of us who've been in therapy our whole lives and know it can't fix what's going on with us, been through both the absolute worst shit from the medical abuse but also had good therapy and the right meds and it still doesn't fix it, because that happens and it's hard to admit without being accused of just not having the right therapy or of trying to make people give up, but it's just being realistic about the limitations of medicine in chronic health issue situations sometimes. but cussing out people who seem not to get it, and making them feel bad and coming across like an asshole, won't teach them how we feel and it won't make us feel better in the longrun. the only solution to this widespread blindness is to break this dumb cycle, to try to choose your words carefully and be informative. therapy didn't teach me that, making mistakes and growing as a person did, but the anger and unfairness never goes away for me and that's just the life I have to learn to live in.

edit: tl;dr I don't think it's always an issue of punishing the thing you feel is unfair, I think sometimes it's just... misunderstandings and being angry. that's just how people are, it's not always deep. kinda had to ramble a lot to explain why I think that though, sorry.

Really fucking weird how the internet has made it a thing to make others feel bad for having a good relationship with their parents. Y’all need therapy and I mean that genuinely

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lordoftheslytherins-blog · 6 years ago

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I won't be this nice next time. (Peter Parker x Trans! Male! Reader)

Warning: homophobia, transphobia, rape attempt, language. (The character's name is Dan.)

Dan's P.O.V.

I don't like jumping to conclusion, but I think today was definetly the worst day ever. First of all, I woke up late this morning and missed the bus. I had to walk to school and I would have to explain to my mom why I was late at school. Of course the principal would call her to ask where the fuck I was.

At least I only missed my first class, which was maths. Like everyone in the fucking universe, I hate maths. I went to my locker and I wasn't surprise to see papers with 'fag', 'tranny' and 'trash' written on them. I didn't really look at them, I was used to it. It was how I lived everyday.

I went to my other class, boring as usual, and it was finaly lunch time. I looked in my bag for my lunch.

Fuck.

I forgot to make my lunch, since I ran not to be too late. I never bought lunch from school so I didn't have money either. I sat at my normal spot and started to read my favorite book. It wasn't that bad until someone took my book and threw it on the ground. I looked up and saw Flash and his ugly fake face.

"Hey, tranny fag, how are you doing? Did you suck dicks today? Did you change your mind and accept to be a girl?" he said.

"Thanks for caring, Flash! What is it? You're jealous I didn't suck your dick? Maybe it's because the dick of your personnality is probably bigger than the one in your pants." I replied.

I heard some 'oooh's and a smile laugh, the cutest laugh ever. Peter Parker's laugh. I had a crush on him for two years now. He was pretty nice to me, he never called me names other than Dan. I stopped thinking about Parker when I felt a hand take me by the shirt and throw me like my book.

I tried to stand up, by I felt Flash kicking me in the stomac. I had trouble to breathe. I saw pleasure and anger on his face. This guy liked to make my life a living hell. I felt his right foot on my face and this is when I heard someone yelling at Flash to stop.

I openned my eyes and saw Peter walking foward. Flash was about to punch him, but he wasn't faster and Peter kicked him between the legs. Like the coward he really is, Flash ran away.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked, worry written on his face.

I simply nodded and he helped me stand up. I couldn't walk properly so he helped me get to my next class. The two classes left for today went pretty fast, thank God.

After school, I decided to go straight home. Fuck detention, the guy who was supposed to keep an eyes on us was going to sleep the whole time anyway.

I missed my bus, again. It couldn't get any worse ,I thought. I walked down the streets and I heard something. It sounded like a cat. I cursed my love for cats and followed the sound. I was in an alley when the sound stopped.

I looked around but didn't find any cat. I was about to go back to where I was before when I felt a hand cover my mouth. I turned around and was face to face with Flash. I tried to get out of his grip but he was stronger than me. He pushed me against the wall. It hurted like hell.

"Are you sure that my dick is smaller than the one of my personnality?" he whispered in my hear.

"Let me go!" I finaly yelled.

I really wanted someone to hear me and help me. But who would help me? I was just the tranny gay trash of my school. No one really cared about people like me.

I was forced to kneel on the floor, my face right in front of Flash's crotch. Was he going to do this? I was going to be sick. I knew he was a dick , but not in THAT way. He started to unzip his pants when his hand got stuck in something that looked like a spider web. I looked up and saw Spider-Man.

He jumped down from where he was standing before and punched Flash in the face. He shooted webs on his hands and feet so he was glued on the other wall of the alley. I could have laughed at Flash's face, but I felt too miserable for that.

"It's not over, faggy piece of trash!" he said, before his mouth was covered by webs.

"I think it is. Don't ever try to hurt him again, or I'll find you. Maybe I won't be this nice next time." the hero said.

He helped me to stand up. I tried to walk but I couldn't find the strenght to do it. Spider-Man must have noticed it and he took me in his arms 'bride style'.

"Do you live near?" he asked.

"Yes, maybe 15 minutes from here" I responded.

He nodded and 15 minutes later, we were at my appartment. My mom wasn't home yet, so I didn't have to explain why I was with the guy everyone was talking about on TV.

We went to my room and it's at this moment that I broke down. I was good at hiding my feelings, but this time, it was too much for me to handle. Spider-Man hugged me and I hugged him back.

"Why do you care?" I whispered.

"Because I...I like you" he said.

"What? What do you mean? I never met you before!" I asked looking at him.

He took off his mask and saw the guy I liked. Peter Parker. He was Spider-Man? How was it possible? Did he really like me? I didn't understand.

"What? Peter? You-you like me? I said shocked.

"Well, yeah. I really like you, more than like a friend..." he replied, blushing.

I was about to reply but I felt his lips on mine and all my worries went away. My crush like me back and he was Spider-Man! I kissed him back.

"I love you too, Peter."

Maybe today wasn't as bad as I thought after all.

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What we want, have and need — chapter 17

Notes: This is the seventeenth chapter of the Lawrusso and Sam/Robby long fic that I'm posting on AO3 and on Tumblr. You can read the next chapters on AO3 or the previous chapters on Tumblr here. I hope you enjoy this!

He won't give up on them

The sun raises day after day, as if the universe was pretending that fight is gone with no bigger sequels other than suspensions for everyone who was involved on it and an expulsion for Tory. The boy sits at the table, with a mug full of coffee nestled in his fingers and stays there for half an hour or so. His eyes are puffy and his gaze, lost. Every single morning.

Damn, Johnny can’t even say something to his kid, whose girlfriend is lying on a hospital bed. And Robby should say something to Johnny too. He knows Sam’s his father’s favorite student (everybody knows that, duh). But they can’t, because they are back to square one on the “father-and-son relationship” matter. And they both hate it.

Someone knocks on the door one day. Johnny opens it and sees a sleep-deprived Daniel LaRusso.

“I need your help.”

“For what?”, he swallows a pretentious comment.

“To stop Kreese.”

Johnny imagines a reality in which Kreese had just retired when the first Cobra Kai was closed. The tournament would have had a different outcome, Robby’s injury wouldn’t have happened and Sam would be kicking and punching her favorite punch bag.

They cannot change the past, but they can still save those children.

“I also brought this to Robby”, he shows a signed paper. “It’s an authorization for him to see Sam. Can you ask him to go there after lunch so Amanda can go back to the dealership?”

“Sure. Be right back.”

He rushes back into the apartment, Robby only had time to take the mug to the sink while he was gone.

“I’m gonna skip work today and go looking for Kreese”, Johnny informs. “Are you ok to stay alone?”

“Yeah. That’s not like it has never happened before.”

“Oh!, LaRusso signed this”, he hands him the authorization. “He asked you to go after lunch, to replace Amanda.”

“Tell him I’ll be there at noon sharp”, the boy promises and Johnny turns to leave. “Hmm, dad? Can you do somethin’ for me?”

“Anything, son”, Johnny has a little smile when he looks back at the boy.

“Can you take care of Mr. L? And tell him I asked him to take care of you as well.”

They get in Daniel’s car and leave.

If there is something Kreese is good at (besides mentally abusing teenagers), it’s disappearing. They search in the county shelter, but no one has heard of him in six weeks.

After thanking the woman for her time, they head back to the car.

“Where do we go now?”, Johnny asks, looking at the fuel pump as Daniel puts it back in the place.

“Don’t you have any ideas?”

Daniel thinks for a second. There’s a memory – or in better words, the hint of a memory – of a long time ago, that he would pay an obscene amount of money to forget, if he could. Revisiting it is painful, but he’ll do anything to keep Sam and the other children safe.

“There’s someone we could…”, he cuts the phrase when he gets a call from Amanda.

Johnny tries to find the source of that annoying noise.

“Is your car ringing?”

Smirking, Daniel presses a button on the panel and Amanda’s voice blows out on the speakers.

“Hi, Daniel.”

“Hi, Amanda.”

“That hospital armchair ruined my back.”

“Told ya”, the man laughs.

“Anyways, are you busy right now? I’ve got some papers for us to read and we can do a FaceTime call if you are free at the moment.”

“I’m at a gas station”, he talks as if he was confessing a crime.

“And who’s with Sam?!”, yeah, turns out that’s kind of a crime on her book.

“I signed an authorization so Robby can be with her.”

“What is going on, Daniel?”

“I’m trying to find John Kreese. I promise I’ll catch up with all that paperwork tomorrow, ok?”

“Christ… I know we’ve already closed the divorce process years ago, but you can’t hide everything from me, we still run a dealership and raise a child together, in case you don’t remember.”

“I’m sorry, Amanda. It won’t happen again.”

“Right”, she hangs up, or whatever is the correct word for ending a car phone call.

“Sorry you had to hear all this.”

“Don’t worry. That was the most civilized couple argument I’ve ever heard.”

“Did you argue before you decided not to be together anymore?”

“You mean me and Shannon?”, Daniel nods. “No, we didn’t say a word. Everything about us was so wrong that the ending was surprisingly natural.”

“And how did you solve Robby’s custody?”

“Custody?”, Johnny makes a half-spiting, half-laughing sound. “That’s a dish to fancy clients like you. She basically just dropped off the baby with no more than a diaper and a blanket.”

Johnny’s spine gets stiff while the words get out of his mouth without much of an effort.

"Robby thinks he was four when he lived with me for the first time, but he was two days old, actually. Shannon knocked on my door with the baby wrapped in a dirty blanket and said she needed me to watch him while she was gone on vacation. I had no choice but to take him in, right? So, I fixed Robby a crib with pillows in a plastic box. Don't worry, he was so small that there was plenty of space for him”, Johnny stares at Daniel’s shocked face. “Luckily, one of my students at the time had a sister desperately in need of a job, so I could go to work knowing that he was alright. Little by little, I was able to set a proper bedroom for him, with a good crib, furniture and other baby stuff. He was one of those happy smiley children and when I got home from the dojo and saw those little eyes... I looked around the place and realized that everything I had done in the last weeks was for him. And it was worth it. All of it."

"That's beautiful, Johnny, for real", Daniel looks at him. "Why did you return Robby to Shannon?"

"Because I had had eight really fatiguing months. I thought I could use a break and she had to take care of him too. I waved them goodbye on a Friday evening and went back inside. The apartment was so quiet that I took the longest nap I could. Fifty-four hours later, I felt like a new man. All of Robby's stuff were still in his bedroom, because I knew deep inside, he would come back and need it. Indeed, he stayed with me during long weekends and holidays, during which I had no idea where his mother was. But he never asked for her. I guess Shannon didn't have the habit of touching her son. And then, when the cops brought him to me in the middle of the night, I decided not to return him to her ever again. Something had happened and changed him. I asked him lots of times what was it, but he never told me or any of the therapists he saw.”

“You know, even though Amanda and I remain good friends, we needed some space to deal with the divorce process and we didn’t want Sam to be around all that, so I asked Mr. Miyagi to take care of her for a while. Two weeks later, when I went to pick her up, he gave me a box of chocolate milk, patted my shoulder and said: ‘You have the opportunity I never had, Daniel-san. Do not throw it away’.”

“What did he mean by that?”

“His wife died at childbirth along with the baby”, Johnny gasps, “and he was fighting in the war. He never had the chance to see his son grow up, but I had, so he wanted me to…”

“Be the dad he would have been?”

“No”, his head shakes. “He wanted me to just be a dad. I wanted to be a good one, like he was.”

“But you said… oh, I got it. Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I was lucky to have him by my side when I needed someone. Sam’s lucky too.”

“I’m not falling for this again. Please, explain.”

“God. You’re dense, man. I meant that Sam is lucky for having a good sensei like you.”

“Do you really think that?”

Daniel goes on a report of the tournament night, after they went home and Daniel talked to Sam. The men can’t help feeling a bit bad. All the girl wanted to do was bond with her dad through their favorite sport.

“Huh… can I drive? Just a little.”

I could use some time to calm down, he thinks, parking the car to change seats.

“Where does your ‘someone’ live?”, Johnny asks before Daniel can close his eyes.

The route is set on the GPS, after a quick check on Google and at last, Daniel allows himself to breathe slowly, mentally transporting himself to Mr. Miyagi’s old peaceful garden.

Johnny knows he isn’t sleeping, but leaves the man alone and enjoys the nice time he has driving this potent Audi.

The destiny is an Encino-like mansion, but with a bigger yard, where a dozen cars are ostensibly parked, exhibiting the owner’s wealth – and nearly 70% of their personality.

“This thing is amazing”, he speaks softly to let Daniel know they arrived and clenches his fingers on the spinning wheel. “Can you get me one for Christmas?”

Maybe. Were you a good boy this year?

“Are we breaking in?”, Johnny almost doesn’t believe he is asking it to a fifty-something-year-old LaRusso – and yes, Johnny is quite aware that he isn’t much younger himself.

“I can’t afford to ring his doorbell.”

Having said that, Daniel guides Johnny to the backyard. There’s a smaller building some meters away from the house. They can hear a male voice yelling attack orders – probably to a bunch of teenagers.

Johnny takes the lead as they walk closer. In fact, a 13-teen group is facing a ponytailed man, who paces among them as if he could see their livers through their skin.

Recognizing such a cruel tone makes both men feel some chills.

“Let’s get out of here”, Johnny’s voice trembles because he’s fucking terrified. “Kreese isn’t here.”

“I know, but that guy knows Kreese. If we’re lucky, he might even give us a lead.”

Nothing good or useful could ever come from a guy like this, is what John is about to say, however, it takes only a gaze into the brown eyes for him to realize how much Daniel is afraid too.

Suddenly, it feels certain. Not because the situation is joyful – it’s the exact antonym of “joyful”, actually –, but because Daniel wouldn’t want someone else to be by his side when he’s about to face his psycho ex-sensei. And Johnny feels like here is where he should be, not because he promised to take care of Daniel, but because he wants to be with him and help him get through hard moments in life.

He even reaches for the other man’s hand to watch the class being dismissed. Although it’s possible to recognize Hawk in that little crowd, he knows, not that deep down – because it’s clear as day – that the Hawk he taught in Cobra Kai would never keep his eyes fixed on the ground, still, and not bragging about his tattoo.

Daniel pockets their fists together and takes cautious steps inside the dojo.

“Danny-boy?! Is that you?”

“Hi, Terry.”

Daniel freezes. Since the beginning, he knew they were driving to this asshole’s house, but he still freezes while Terry Silver pretends they are old friends.

Johnny doesn’t know what is going on here, but he instantaneously doesn’t trust that old man, so he does his best to finish the conversation.

“We’re looking for John Kreese”, he takes a step in front of LaRusso. “Do you know him?”

“If I know him?”, the man giggles. “We served together on Vietnam. Ever since that, we’re always in touch.”

“That’s good to know. He was here recently?”

“What are you? Cops?”

“No, we are not cops”, the blue eyes roll. “His daughter”, he points at Daniel “is at the hospital, thanks to Kreese and his cruel teachings. We just want to make things right, so if you’d cooperate, it’d be great.”

“Sorry, son. I don’t feel like it”, he gives Johnny an evil grin, marching up to Daniel’s face. “Can I help you?”

Daniel manages not to flinch; however, he balls he left hand around Johnny’s hand on his pocket.

“I’ve already said what we need”, he howls, protecting Daniel even more.

“What are you? His husband?”, Terry turns to Johnny with mocking eyes – that Johnny wants to punch so bad.

“Perhaps I am. So what?”, he is done with this shit. “Kreese was here or not?”

Terry thinks for a second, deciding what he’ll say.

“Yeah, he came by some days ago.”

“Do you know where is he now?”

“What is this? An interrogatory? I won’t say anything else unless you show me a badge or a warrant”, then, Silver realizes a vital information they were leaving aside until that very moment. “Actually, if you don’t get out of my property right now, I’ll call the cops on you.”

An affected LaRusso and a dozen cops is way too much for Johnny to handle, so he just spits on Terry’s face – you didn’t think he would leave without performing at least one offensive act, did you? – and drags Daniel back to his Audi, feeling somehow tempted to pick him up and carry him over his shoulders –yep, he wants to hold Daniel, but that’s not the only reason; he also wants to get there faster and Daniel is walking really slow.

***

Johnny helps a shaking Daniel out of the car and into the house. Daniel lies down on the couch. Johnny watches him falling asleep slowly. Underneath his breath, LaRusso is snoring. Ok, as a teenager, Daniel was a little dick, but now, he seems so small and helpless.

According to the Internet, Terry Silver is a businessman who is often sued by environmental activists – he doesn’t quite understand why, but they must be right – and was the real owner of the Cobra Kai dojos by the time Johnny was a student there. He also was the sponsor of the 1985 All-Valley tournament runner-up: Mike Barnes.

There’s plenty of information about Barnes. In the past, he was the “Karate bad boy”. While he was struggling to be a professional athlete, Johnny might have seen an ad about Barnes and, unfortunately, missed the chance of adopting that nickname, since Barnes’ career ended along with the ’85 final match – in which Daniel probably kicked him in the face or worse.

At 8 p.m., Robby texts him to tell he got home, Amanda bought him dinner – something healthy this time – and asks about Daniel.

Asleep as a baby, he assures him. Everything is under control here.

Thanks so, so much, dad.

My pleasure, he takes a look at the man, who groans and rubs his eyes.

Johnny keeps watching LaRusso rolling on the couch. Now he’s trying to get up.

“What time is it?”, he groans.

“Eight and a quarter”, Johnny sits by his side. “You good, man?”

“All I need is a shower and I’ll be good as new.”

While Daniel is gone, Johnny buys them dinner. He selects the first option on his phone screen and waits. Bathed and rested, Daniel LaRusso really is a new man, who has a sexy businessman look on a regular basis. The dark circles remain under his eyes and will be there a little longer if things don’t turn out right soon, but at least, he’s way better than the man who knocked on Johnny’s door this morning.

“I’m sorry you got into this mess I am.”

“You’re not a mess, LaRusso. It’s all around you, yes, but it’s not you.”

The doorbell rings and Daniel goes fetch their food.

“What did you choose?”

“Mac n cheese”, Johnny smiles proudly, evaluating the paper bag. “Hope you enjoy it.”

“I love mac n cheese”, he shouts happily.

They share a pleasant – although silent – meal. Johnny’s glad his random choice pleased Daniel, but even with all the benefits of a nap and a hot shower, he still has tons of trauma to deal with.

“I found out Terry Silver was the owner of Cobra Kai back in the eighties. Did you know that?”, as Johnny speaks, his eyes don’t get off his plate.

“Yeah, I know”, he’ll understand it. He knows how it feels. “I was his student.”

A fork falls down. Little Saint Daniel LaRusso once was edgy and few-spirited enough to step inside a Cobra kai dojo? Poor Johnny Lawrence wouldn’t be ready to hear this in a lifetime.

“This sounds too low for the kid who kicked me in the face.”

“That kid was scared, so he made the wrong decision.”

Daniel allows Johnny to see his hands. The scars are getting more prominent as he grows old (the wooden dummy wasn’t as soft as Silver wanted Daniel to believe. Not at all). Following Johnny’s example, the man lets his deepest demons out of his chest.

Johnny helps him get upstairs. He can feel the shaking hands over his shoulders.

LaRusso crawls into the bed, burying himself in covers.

“Johnny?”, Johnny stops walking away when hearing his name. “Stay with me. Please.”

“On your bed? Are you sure?”

The man groans in agreement.

Lawrence has his clothes changed for borrowed blue cotton pajamas. The mattress is wide enough for both of them, so Johnny lies down on the edge of it, as distant as he can from the other person.

Thanks to that afternoon nap, Daniel knows he won’t be sleeping again any time soon. Johnny, and Daniel likewise, moves a lot during sleep. He rolls over his belly. Daniel now can distinguish some lines of his face in the shadows.

John Lawrence was that kind of pretty boy during high school and nowadays, he has proven himself to be a wine man – the older, the better. He sleeps with his hands wrapped around the head and breathes slowly. The golden locks messily cover his forehead.

Daniel has never seen anything this beautiful, therefore, he watches it carefully, hoping his brain will use this image in dreams.

When Daniel wakes up, there’s something heavy on his neck. It’s Johnny’s arm. He straightens out of the bed and checks his phone, only to find worried texts from Amanda and missed calls from his mother.

Rise and shine, Danny boy, he thinks, taking a last look at the guy asleep on his bed.

Once he leaves the room, he calls Amanda, just to assure her everything is alright – and he ends up telling her that Johnny slept over.

“Did you sleep together?”

“Hmmm… yes?”

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you sure whether you slept together or not?”

“I mean, yeah, we shared the bed, but nothing happened, I swear.”

“Are you familiar with the concept of ‘ex-spouse’? It basically means you can do whatever you want, ‘cause guess what? We’re not married anymore.”

“I know, but it’s so recent that it feels like it’s still our bed, you know?”

“Oh my God. You have been sleeping alone on that bed for eight years. You should know this is your bed by now. You can share it with whoever you want”, he can hear her laugh-sighing. “I have a meeting in five minutes and since your mother volunteered to stay with Sam, you can work from home today.”

“You’re such a good boss, Ms. Stewart. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. LaRusso. Oh, I gotta go, bye.”

The phone buzzes like a crazy bee due to tons of email notifications. He makes them breakfast, momentarily picturing an ordinary morning, in which he would do Samantha’s favorite pancakes and smoothies and share the meal with her before school.

Cut the crap, LaRusso. When was the last time you had breakfast with your daughter on a Thursday?

"Good morning”, Johnny comes down when the coffee is finishing the brewing.

“Morning”, he rubs his face, it’s somehow beautiful. “Is it coffee? It’s smelling good.”

“Here, have a cup.”

Johnny drinks it at once and he turns back to Daniel with a cute smile on his face.

“Can you get me another cup? This sensei here needs extra energy to kick ass”, Daniel hands a cup with color of a pale piece of wood and a cover in it. “I gotta go to work now, so, thanks for the coffee”, he shakes the to-go cup slightly.

“I should be the one thanking you, so… thanks for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Don’t mention it”, he smiles, still shamefaced. “Feel free to call me if you need any help, ok?”

The cool breeze freezes Johnny’s limbs in front of his car. Back at the garage, he has three hatches waiting for him. One of them has a broken glass; the other, a cast engine; and the latter, a doorknob that doesn’t work. He can fix all that in no sweat, then he drives back to where he came from without giving the idea a second thought.

Terry Silver is a more refined character than John shaped-in-the-war Kreese. Could he be talked into changing his ways or abandoning his long-life associated (or would it be partner?).

How could he care about their relationship when Johnny’s sure that he saw Hawk and Kyler standing behind Silver while they were talking? The upright boys looked like guard dogs. These kids have undergone a brain-wash so intense that they could beat up 16-year-old Johnny Lawrence in a jiffy.

Johnny can’t either turn a blind eye on how Hawk kept his eyes down all the time. There’s no way the kid who came to Cobra Kai willing to learn how to defend himself and swore he would never be mocked due to his looks ever again (and also dyed his hair and had his shoulder blades covered in paint to do a spectacle out of his body) would accept being treated like a shadowy, underpaid bodyguard.

“I’d like to see Mr. Kreese”, he informs the plaided-face butler.

“Come with me, sir.”

Johnny follows the “penguin” to a visits room. The purple walls show off Silver’s wealth. The decoration, on the other hand, is so ugly and corny that not even a hand-me-down store would sell it. The copper sculptures intend to give an “art gallery” atmosphere to the room, but the result looks more like a creepy tattoo parlour or haunted house – from a shitty carnival. The frames are clean on every inch of the corners whose function is to accumulate dust – and a few of them are more beautiful than the paintings themselves.

“I really can’t get this ‘art’ thing.”

Johnny turns on his heels. Kreese is coming in, a peaceful expression on his face, pocketed hands and sunglasses hanging from the shirt collar.

“What do I owe such pleasure?”

This fancy place has gotten into your mind, heh? You’ve learned manners!

“Tory Nichols.”

“What about her?”

“She and her friends have been fighting people for no reason. I trust you’ve heard the news about the girl who fell off a staircase”, Johnny’s chest aches when he refers to Sam like that, just not to give away her name.

“They’re showing how strong they are. If others are too weak to face this aggressive world we live in, it’s their problem.”

“Tory is really strong, indeed. She almost killed the other girl.”

“Ain’t you too attached to that kid? Or is her father you’re fond of?”, Johnny gasps for a moment. “What? Did you think someone as famous as the Valley auto king could remain anonymous if his child ended up in the hospital?”

“I’m a sensei who cares about my students”, Johnny straightens his spine. “Unlike you.”

“Oh! I didn’t care about you? I made you who you’re today.”

“Yeah, yeah. You made an excellent work”, his eyes roll. “One of my students is in a coma, the others hate me and my own son simply despises me.”

“You can’t fool me, boy. Hawk told me that the girl believes in you, as well as the other Cobras. They all are proud of the sensei they have and are grateful to you.”

“Is that so? Then why did Hawk go to you?”

“Because you aren’t what he needs. It’s no one’s fault.”

“Anyway, you’re aware that Tory has to answer for her actions, aren’t you? Do you know where she is?”

“If I knew, why would I tell you? So you can turn her in to the cops?”

“You should turn her in yourself. It’s called ‘civic duty’.”

“Go ahead and fulfill your civic duty. I’m more loyal to those who are loyal to me than to the state.”

“Presuming that you keep on protecting her, because I know you are, you might be considered an accomplice.”

“Your prediction is unlikely to come true. For that to happen, they gotta find her first and she has been on the run since the accident.”

“It’s very kind of you, calling it an ‘accident’”, he draws quotes with his fingers. “Tory intentionally pushed Samantha during a fight that she provoked.”

“You and Tory are quite alike, you know? Back in the day, when LaRusso used that very same illegal kick to bring you down, how did you feel? Weren’t you angry with him?”

“More choked than angry, actually. And guess what who was choking me? The man who taught me to fight. And just so you know, everything above the waist is legal, therefore, that move is in conformity with the rules.”

“You didn’t think so before.”

“I also used to think that you were a good person. Turns out that I was wrong in both situations.”

“Lemme give you a piece of my mind. I think that you are afraid that Samantha misjudged you. Deep down, you know that she’s lying on a hospital bed because she believed your teachings would be enough for her to defend herself on a real-life combat. Let’s see if her mind will remain the same when she wakes up. Whoops, my mistake. If she wakes up.”

Kreese doesn’t get to close his mouth before Johnny’s fist meets his teeth. Arched and covering the bloody lips with a hand, he backs off. Johnny groans and leaves the room. Looking to his left, he can see the double door to the yard, where two teenagers spar under the supervision of the ponytail man.

“Quiet!”, the sensei yells. The students get in that stiff and intimidating position. “Hello again.”

“Hello, Mr. Silver.”

“It’s a pity that Daniel didn’t come. I wanted to see him again.”

“Where’s Tory Nichols?”

“Leave”, he says to the students. They bow and go inside. “What’s your interest with Miss Nichols?”

“She hurt my student, whose family wants Tory to face a trial.”

“That’s funny. I’ve been told that Daniel grew up to be a man who floats above common people and doesn’t need indemnity and stuff like that.”

“He doesn’t want money, he wants justice. And that these fights end”, Johnny doesn’t have to say that the last phrase is his, not Daniel’s.

“Listen, I don’t have children of my own. The closest thing I’ve ever had to off-spring are my students, but I do know a thing or two about high-schoolers. I know that they’re naturally hotheaded and are always willing to fight. It’s a shame that this one had such terrible consequences.”

“Mr. Silver”, Johnny breathes slowly. He saw Robby doing this once. “This situation is about to become a war. Is that what you want for your students?”

“I’m their sensei, not their mother. I won’t stop them if they want to fight and show the world they won’t be easily finished off. Some others, on the other hand…”

“Samantha’s not weak”, Jonny clenches his jaw. “She’s an honored fighter. Some of the others, on the other hand…”

“Honor has no place in survival, boy. What did little Sasmy get for her honor? A two-week stay at the best hospital in the Valley? How lucky.”

I think you and Kreese are lucky that Daniel and Amanda aren’t hearing what you’re saying about their daughter, he thinks for a second. A moment later, he’s sweeping Silver off his feet. The sound of his head hitting the ground alerts Kreese, who rushes to the yard, with Tory pursuing him.

“Oh, great”, Johnny murmurs when the girl comes at him.

He attempts to put her away by grabbing her hand, but she’s fast and knows what to do in order to stay free to punch his throat. Johnny takes her arm and shoves her to Kreese’s direction.

The old man helps her up, however, he doesn’t force her back to fight – like he would have done when Johnny was his student. Instead, he has Silver take Tory inside and strikes Johnny’s stomach himself.

While Lawrence is bent, Kreese goes to his back, causing him to fall flat on his face. His eyes are buried in soil and grass. Someone hits his body repeatedly everywhere they can. The last thing he notices is that there’re no ants living on Silver’s lawn.

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starlighthowell · 7 years ago

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tianna i'm worried about starting school next week. i'm moving into sixth form studying sociology and maths and english lit and lang and biology. i'm scared that i won't make friends or do well so i'd have to stay behind. i really want to get into a russell group uni and i know that the first year of as is super important to staying on track. could you give some advice to start the year? sorry for the long message

Good morning, anon! This is a pretty long answer so I’ve put it under a read more. I hope you’re well!

It’s perfectly fine and normal to feel anxious moving up a year or moving into new school. The key is to embrace this feeling and use it to motivate you to get ready now. With the majority of this week left, you should be collecting or purchasing the equipment you need to start the year. Here’s a little essential list to get you started:

- Binders, folders, expanding files or notebooks - These are for your note-taking in class. At A Level, I wasn’t provided with notebooks like I was given at GCSE so it was imperative that I gathered the resources I would need to fill in that absence. I use A4 leaver arch files, one for each class to start off with and then you may need to collect more later on in the year depending on how much you get. Sociology is an information and essay based subject so I had a file for each section of my textbook (I did families and households, education, research methods and methods in context so I had four altogether).

- Stationery, including at least 4 black pens, coloured pens, highlighters, a stapler, a hole-punch, 2 good HB pencils, a rubber, a black sharpie and a 30cm ruler - This equipment is a good starter for an overall stationery bag. Obviously you would need to collect other equipment for your math class like a calculator and a protractor etc but that goes without saying.

- Purchase a planner - This is optional because my school gives them out every year but for some reason yours might not so it’s important to get one if that’s the case because you get a lot of work at AS and you will lose track of it if you don’t have one.

- A good and sturdy backpack - I mean a backpack for good reason. The strong straps help keep the weight of your books etc manageable. Don’t go for a fashionable but impractical one, especially when studying English because you will have a lot more books than you realise. Some things you should have in there are your pencil case, planner, textbooks, a water bottle, some snacks, your purse with at least £5 for lunch and/or travel, gum, keys, a plastic bag, and anything else you think would be important. I bring an extra canvas bag for carrying folders and files.

I’ll set you up with some DOs and DON’Ts for that first week:

DO take a free and spend that time finding your classes and what room they will be in. You tend to have a lot of frees that week that you’re not used to having so spend one purposefully.

DON’T immediately buy your novels or plays for your English class straight away. My school gives them out for you to have and keep alongside other relevant material. It’s a waste of money until you find out.

DO check over and analyse each syllabus you get for your class. Mine were on my school’s website so I could print them off and look at them earlier but sometimes that isn’t the case. Take a free to go through and highlight important dates or things you want to remember from this information.

DON’T be afraid to sit on your own. I promise it isn’t as bad as you think. No one pays much attention, especially if you’re doing work during lunch or at a computer in the study hall. Just plug in your music and you’re good to go.

DO be kind and considerate of your teachers, regardless if you like them or not. You don’t need to be friends with them, but the likelihood is that you will be spending at least the next year or two years with them so smile, put your hand up or shut up and do your work. If there is a huge problem with your teacher and you cannot do this, visit your head of sixth form and arrange a meeting so discuss this problem. No acting up - you’re an adult now.

DON’T go out for lunch everyday. I know it’s very tempting because you can sign out at lunch and go to the shopping centre or whatever but don't do that everyday. Where I am, it’s a 5 minute walk to the high street where there is fast food joints all over the show. If you go everyday, your money will evaporate. Save it for a maximum of one day a week (such as every Friday or something as a treat) or not at all if you think you can do that. It’s not worth it, and you can probably get something at the school canteen anyways.

DO find a study buddy in each class. The work at A Level is a huge step up from GCSE and usually you start to sweat with the workload fairly early on, especially for subjects like Sociology and English. Having a study buddy acts a little bit as a reassurance because you know that both of you are dealing with the same things and you can lean on each other in terms of work early on in the year. It’s also great for revision and keeping on track with homework.

DON’T stress too much about a lack of friendships. I know that it’s a little lonely and frustrating at the start, but as soon as a rhythm at school sets into place, there is plenty of people and opportunities to make friends. Be that at an after school club or in class or at study hall, you won’t be alone for much of the day I promise.

DO (if your school has one) put a deposit down for a locker. They will be essential later on in the year to stop hauling heavy folders into school everyday as well as storing them between classes. Mine I think was a £5 deposit but you get it back when you leave the second year. Make sure to go in early so you can get the best ones (ie the big ones or the ones at your height) or else you need to wait until the year above leave to swap to one of their lockers.

DON’T spend all your time studying. Take a look at your timetable and mark some of your frees as time for you to chill and talk to people or listen to music. The start of A Level is very overwhelming so make sure to input some self care into your day.

DO set yourself goals throughout the year. At the start I made a list of what I wanted to achieve by the end of that school year, including grades, friendships, satisfaction, homework and money saved. It’s important because it acts as motivation and discipline to work yourself throughout the year. I see you are thinking about applying to a Russel Group university so have that as your biggest goal and find smaller goals that act as steps to get you there.

DON’T leave your homework or essays to the last minute or not do them in your frees. Sociology essays are so frequent at AS that they almost become overwhelming. Pre reading too for both Sociology and English is immense so make sure you do things right and properly at the start of this year. It will set you up to keep up the routine throughout the year.

If you need any help or some explaining about subjects from Sociology or English, let me know! I’ve already completed AS so I was in your boat last year. Take some time to breathe and then put in the effort to be the best you that you can do. Start. Do it now.

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