#I don't have the strength that my classmates do and I still have to face them. I can't tell them my mental health is in shambles.

[pigaletta]

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! I read your "Third Enoshima" works, and I've gotta say that I absolutely loved them! If it isn't much trouble, would you mind writing something with a Third Enoshima!Reader who is constantly comparing themselves with their sisters?

They're still going agaisnt their plain of causing despair of course, but they can't help but feel a bit insecure of not having such a fit and strong figure like Mukuro or how they don't even get close to having such a nice and clear skin like Junko as they wash their face with a bar of handsoap. They refuse to join dinners and constantly push themselves to the extreme to try and please the other student, it goes from simple, yet harmful, things like wearing clothes they are clearly uncomfortable wearing to doing some heavy physical training without having eating anything since they woke up. Is it detrimental to their health? Yes! Will they stop? ...probably not...definitely not.

I wonder how their classmates or even their sisters would react or what comments they'd make towards Reader's behavior! (If they don't already have their ears ringing by the end of Ishimaru's lecture, lol.

(Sorry if this is written badly, English is not my first language!)

Comparison  | Yandere Danganronpa with Third Enoshima Reader

It’s a phase that usually comes when you’re a preteen

But it’s not hard if it stretches further

They both are so amazing – despair aside

They’re able to excel in their alternative ultimates just fine

Using their skills to further their agenda

All while still having the time to dote on you

It’s easy to compare 

Is it because they are insane that they’re so talented

Or is it just the genes you happened to miss out on

Whatever it is it haunts you and it’ll eventually slip out

Whether with a snide comment or a nervous questioning

They notice awfully quick

“Dawww Baby-bird wants to be just like us! Then quit yer whining and follow me!”

Junko sees it as a compliment and an invitation to put you in despairing situations

Of course, you may not know your life isn’t in danger with her but she’ll let you believe it

Constantly goading you to be like her

She’ll dress you like her, get a wig if she has to 

Before Mukuro pulls you away seeing that this isn’t working 

“(Y/n) you are perfect in your special way! If you’d like to do what I do I’d be happy to teach you!”

Taking you to shooting ranges and destroying you in paintball or airsoft

Just shows the distance between you two even better

She’ll try and get you to try wielding more simple weapons

Dazzling you with her speedy knife skills

Unfortunately though, instead of cheering you on she ends up just gushing over you

“Aaa~you look so cute with your little bulletproof vest. M-maybe I should have you wear my helmet~!”

“Mukuro I don’t think this is–”

“J-j-just a few more pictures! Aaa~ I can’t wait to wear this after you.”

They aren’t much help in the end 

Both just letting you slink off 

Your sisters aren’t exactly emotionally available enough to coach you through it 

But there are…some intentions

If it lasts all the way until you get your ‘tailored’ classes at Hope’s Peak 

there are very few who actually notice what you mean when you vaguely comment about what you’re missing

 “(Y/n) you seem to be especially hurt about your features, why is that?”

Celestia won’t beat around the bush

She wants to know who put this silly notion in your head

She needs to know if she needs to kill them

Knowing it’s your sisters makes her hesitate

You’d be upset about it right

But she’s going to bluntly tell you what your strengths because clearly your too dumb to see it 

“I’m going to list all your admirable traits clearly. So listen closely.” 

Nekomaru oddly enough pays enough attention to you and works his hardest to understand what those comments you make are all about

“IF YOU WANT TO GET THOSE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE WE’RE GOING TO GET THOSE THINGS YOU HEAR ME!”

“What are you talking about!”

His goal is to coach you on the areas you feel like you are lacking

Even if he doesn’t know about that particular area

So he takes the extra time he’s forced+ into spend with you to praise you for the little things.

“YEAH!!!!THAT SEEMED LIKE A SUCCESSFUL NUMBER 2 ONLY YOU COULD PULL OFF!”

“Nekomaru! I went number 1 and it’s not that big a deal!”

“YEAH IT IS! IT’S BECAUSE YOU DID IT! BECAUSE YOUR THE BEST HUMAN IN THE WOOOORLD!”

He honestly has no other idea how to get across his affection

Not without ruining his image as the ultimate team manager

He also invites you to train with him and Akane if only to see you use your cute muscles in person

And to find your weaknesses so he can be your savior

Despite his boisterous persona his encouragement and praise is honestly kind of helpful

Someone else who’s really helpful is someone who relates

“(Y/n)...for a long time I’ve pretended to be someone I’m not. Settling to just compare myself to the people I wish I could be. But now I’ve changed and I’ve decided to work on making myself more like them in my own way! I-if you want w-w-we can do it together? The….training I mean….yeah.”

Chihiro knows the feeling and if you take him up on his offer he’s thrilled

More time to plant new tracking devices

Even better with the preplaced cameras

Taking your insecurities and turning them into things you’re working on helps a lot with self-esteem

Giving you a lot more pride when you do compare and notice changes

It’s not perfect but it’s helping you

And it’s surely going to bring you and Chihiro closer

Maybe even close enough that you’ll come into his room

Your sisters will be happy…in their own way that you’re happy

But if you notice they start putting more urgency into their plan for despair

It may have something to do with the amount of time and smiling you’ve done with others in Hope’s Peak

“I can’t wait to show those neets the truest extent of despair! It’s going to be euphoric!”

“KillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthe-.”

“Patience, despair is coming Piggie! You know what just to give them a taste maybe we’ll make sure (Y/n)’s got to take a couple of sick days! I can’t wait to watch it eat at them when they don’t respond to their messages!”

[thecoolnauta]

GENSHIN WITH A TEEN!CREATOR WHO IS LIKE LUZ NOCEDA

So yeah, just some brainrot I though while (crying) doing homework

TW: gn reader, teenager reader (ALL IS PLATONIC), some mentions of bullying but not that many, maybe sm angst and a lot of spoilers abut the archons missions

ALSO VERY BAD ENGLISH, IT'S NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE PLEASE DON'T MIND IT (also I have this feeling that this is gonna be long so maybe it would be part two)

So yeah, you are just some neurodivergent kid, trying to vibe with your especial interest but classmates are being mean like they got pay for it and not very friendly stuff

your dearest tutor (I didn't know If put mother or anything else) decided without telling you first to put you on a weird camp were IN TEXTUAL WORDS: "they will make you think inside the box"

And yeah you weren't doing that shit

Luckly you! some weird... random- CREATURE stole your (insert product of your special interest here) and ran away to a very old wood house you never notice before.

... SCREW THAT YOU ARE GETTING BACK THAT THING

You enter no the house without actually looking back, not minding at all the fact after you cross the old door you ended up in a wild life forest.

When you tried to get back to your city you found out that the door was gone, all the freaking house was gone.

"Don't panic, don't panic, QUENOCUNDAELPANICO, maybe the house had some uhhh… halogenous spores that are making me hallucinate hehe" you said before shouting your lungs out when you bite your arm and hurt... and bleed gold.

You weren't hallucinating, you were in a real place and your blood looked like liquid stars..

"carajo"

Trying to find someone to help you probably run all over the forest you went trap, finding that the animals really liked you and the flowers pratically flourished faster when you were around.

"Heh, this place is kinda nice, maybe I could stay a little longer"

It was night you rested your head over a wild boar who very cheerfully offered to be your pillow, some bunnies cuddle you and a little mockingbird started to sing for you to sleep.

You actually can get used to this, felling so warm, so loved by an unkown earth who seems to let you know all it's secrets...

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEIR PRESENCE IS GONE?!"

"IT'S GONE"

All Teyvat (except for you) heard the cries of the Traveler and their rare pixie

After finding out the secrets of the Hydro archon of Fontaine, they decided to get a little walk before doing missions all over again.

BUT when Aether was resting their head and body on a tree, he felt the divine power and the warm scaping of his body like an armour being destroyed after a very rough battle.

You were gone, you abandoned him.

He almost fall into the sea, if It wasn't for Paimon that grab thim of the braid with all her little strength.

After that he just started to panic and cry all loud and to attack everyting that moves a bit to close to him.

(Paimon had to kick him into his face to stop him but shhhhh)

When he managed to splain himself, It was the turn of Paimon to get panic, only after Ather giving her a berry he had on his pocket she calmed down.

"...So what we do now, Do we tell the others?" the Traveler asked

"Paimon doesn't know, maybe we could them the Archons to-"

"Paimon, look at my eyes and repeat that again"

"Maybe we could..." she stayed quite a long time "yeah maybe they won't fully help us"

"What If we tell Albedo? He knows a lot of things about the Creator!"

"You're right! But we still have some missions to do here..."

"We do them as soon we can, also, we can wrote a letter to him so he would have time to investigate this more" he decided.

"Paimon needs to know now, let's do the request now!"

The flying girl disapeard and the yound boy stayed with a frown.

He could fell Teyvat, It felt different than before, even before he got trapped by the unkown godness.

It feel completed.

Aether just hope that nothing bad happends to all the persons he had the chance to meet. He hoped nothing bad happend to you.

I WOULD DEFINETLY NEED MORE FOR FINISH THIS

[seramilla]

Sera doesn't understand how the small business stayed open and in business...then she visits one day with Emily and she spots the very hot owner and Emily is confused at first but loves their pastries? Then noticed her sister likes staring at 'Nice Ms. Carmine' and pieces it together

(Sorry, changing slightly to follow the last ask)

Sera returns to Carmilla's shop later in the evening after her first visit. Her little sister, Emily, intrigued by her Sera's sudden interest in the competition, decides to tag along. The line is indeed shorter than it had been that morning, but there are still plenty of patrons waiting to be served, and the smell of fresh bagels and muffins permeate the small, cozy space. The sisters' mouths water at the aroma. Neither have eaten dinner yet.

The only ones working behind the counter this time are the two younger women who'd been assisting Carmilla that morning. Almost immediately, Emily squeals. When it's her turn at the counter, she greets the two younger girls with a smile, like she knows them. Turns out, she does.

"Odette! Clara! I didn't know you worked here! Sera, these were my classmates, Clara and Odette, from school! I thought you moved away!"

"Oh, hey, girlie!" the young woman named Clara responds, wiping evidence of bread dough and blueberries from her hands onto her apron. She has beautiful curly hair tied up out of her face. "What are you doing here?"

"My sister brought me. She said she had an invitation from the owner."

"You mean Mother?" the other woman named Odette asks. This one wears glasses, and has a much more stern, curious expression than Clara, who had greeted them.

"Your mom's the owner?" Emily asks, wide-eyed, pupils sparkling like twin stars. "What a coincidence! My sister Sera owns the--!"

Sera quickly puts her hand to Sera's mouth, silencing her, while the girl keeps blabbering unfiltered behind her hand. Sera doesn't exactly need it announced that the owner of Carmilla's toughest competition is hanging around the shop like a regular customer. That is not the type of second impression she wants to make here.

Instead, once Emily has stopped her muffled gabbing from behind her hand, Sera asks the two younger girls, "Is Carmilla here by any chance? She offered to let me come by this afternoon."

Odette and Clara look at Sera, and then at each other, and then back at her again, a knowing expression of whimsy crossing both of their faces at the same time. Sera looks between them, perturbed.

"Oh yeah, Mom mentioned you might stop by. Her office is that way."

Clara points to a hallway behind the counter, and before she can even open the little divider between the counter and the rest of the establishment, to let Sera through, Carmilla has already appeared, seemingly summoned from out of nowhere.

Had she heard Sera asking for her?

"What's going on, girls?... Oh, you're back." Carmilla says, smiling brightly once she notices Sera had been about to pass through the gate. Sera blushes, one hand going behind her head to rub her hair awkwardly, the other reaching out her hand to shake Carmilla's.

"I apologize. I didn't introduce myself properly this morning. My name is Sera. It's a pleasure to see you again, Carmilla..."

"Carmine. Carmilla Carmine. And the pleasure is all mine, I assure you."

Carmilla shakes her hand, her grip solid and comforting in its strength. She holds on to Sera's hand much longer than necessary after shaking it. A moment of tension passes between them, like an ethereal thing, or an otherworldly tether that neither can explain. They don't let go for several seconds. Sera's eyes almost seem to twinkle when Carmilla's meet hers.

A cough from Odette breaks the two out of their spell.

"Well. Yes. All right then. Girls, would you man the fort for a while? Miss Sera and I will be in my office."

"Sure thing, Mom," Clara confirms. "We've got it covered!"

As Clara, Odette, and Emily watch the two matriarchs exit out of sight and into the hallway beyond, toward Carmilla's office, Emily lets out a loud, phlegmy snort that she'd been holding in. The other two women can't hold themselves back anymore, either. They don't even try to hide it when they break out into snickers of their own.

"Wow. Those two have got it baaaaaaaad," Clara says, laughing as Emily bounces up and down excitedly. "Mom never lays it on that heavy."

"No wonder Sera wanted to come back here. I've never seen her get so flustered in front of anyone like that before! That was amazing!" Emily is downright beaming. She can't believe her sister has a crush on anyone. But honestly, who could blame her?

"It's sure interesting," Odette agrees, smiling, and leaning casually against the counter as she looks where the two women disappeared. "I wonder how long it'll take them to get together."

[lovra974]

Bakugo as a teacher Pro Hero

Dynamight x reader, cute son, dramatic ending and fluff. It was in my draft for so long, I finally got the will to end it. Enjoy!

Let's say Bakugo goes back to UA for teaching. He is the Pro-Hero, Dynamight symbol of Victory and Strength. Obviously, he is famous with the kids. He learned with the years, letting go most of his bagages that was slowing him down.

He was happy, striving in his work. He protected the world, making it a better place and in the same time he educated the next generation.

He had it all, the job, the glory, the money, little him would look at him with stars in his eyes (and probably some tears).

He was in the top so early in his age. So now, when he woke up he starred at the celling and he asked himself "What now?"

He ached for something more, he didn't know what. Obviously, there wqs always something to do to make the world better, but he felt like he reached a peak. He didn't like stagnation.

He talked about it with Deku, the green hairhead facing the same problem. And for one of the first time, the nerd didn't have an answer. "I let the life goes, it will bring us what we need when we are ready."

It made him sighed. Waiting. He didn't like how it sounds.

But what was there else to do?

For the first time Nezu gave him his own class. Twenty kids stared at him in awe and fear. He scanned the room with his eyes, he learned all the documents the school gave him on them. He saw the entrance exams, so he could say the bunch is promising.

"Take your shits, brats. We' gonna train outside."

Through the months, he learned more about his students. He cared for them and even gave them cooking class in their dorms. They were louds, he understood one hundred percent Aizawa and his dozing habits.

Some children standed out, one in particular.

The kid was strong, was a quick problem solver, very independent. He got some difficulties to lean on other, but his classmates were efficient in melting his thick carapace. He was silent most of the time, an only child, he went home every weekend.

"What's your parents do for a living, Keyring?"

"Chef," he responded without gazing up to his teacher.

Bakugo knew that, he read it on his case.

"And the other ?"

"Dead, hopefully."

His answer made him paused. And then, he was back frowning.

"Don't wish people death, you brat."

To which, the kid slowly raised his head with a mischievous grin. "I read Deku's biography, wanna talk about it sir?"

The kid definitely had some boldness. Bakugo liked him. He liked how independent and thoughtful he was. How smart but lay back.

Sometimes, the kid goes berserk, as if he was holding it for so long. His quirk, named Portals, capable to open portals to go anywhere, get out of control. It's rare. But it happened often enough that Bakugo decided to summoned you.

You were very open about the problems of your family, and Bakugo was thankful. Your ex, the other parent was a villain with the same quirk. You thought he was dead, but you received ominous messages. When you went to the police, they explained to you that they suspected he was still alive.

Your son knew, for his own safety that his genitor was strolling around, probably not for good. You had told him it was better he stayed at the dorms during the weekend. But he refused.

"What did the police put for your safety? And what is your quirk?"

"They put a gard in front of my restaurant and my house."

"Your son could get rid of both if he wanted with his quirk", he rolled his eyes but not at you. "What about your quirk?"

"I'm quirkless" you responded sheepishly.

This was a problem. In other terms you were defenseless.

He understood why your son was so adament about coming home every weekend. It was to protect you.

Bakugo thought. It was a special case. As a hero, he couldn't not do something.

He talked with Nezu and the director was very happy to side with Dynamight for your protection.

One weekend, he helped you to move inside the dorms, the teacher's dorm. Every morning, he took you to your restaurant, and take you back to the dorms at night. More heroes were called to watch over you during the day.

The car rides were silencious most of the time.

You didn't say anything in the car, you just looked at the window. Bakugo didn't thought much of it.

Until one day, you turned on the radio. An old song from Bakugo's teenagehood rang in the car. You sang along, to his surprised. He grinned. Your voice couldn't reach the low tones of the singer,making you grimacing while trying.

At first you shyly mouth the lyrics until the the chorus came and you couldn't help but shout. He laughs.

And then it was over. Because he asked you about the music, then the band and you exchanged your opinions.

You talked about work, family, music, TV shows...

The car rides each morning and night were going much faster, it became something Bakugo look out for. He didn't get why at first. He liked listening to you. You were smart, you had wits, and he understood from who your son got his sly smile.

The said son came back to normal, he was so happy and relieved that you stayed at the dorms. Where the best heroes could protect you.

Bakugo could see that you both had strong boundaries. You let your son be in the dorms, just texting him during the week. And you hangout together during the weekend.

When Bakugo asked you about it, you said that the dorms were your son's space. You didn't want to intrude, he was very independent. You wanted your son to be more opened about needing help and asking for it.

A friendship begun between you and the hero. During the week, you hang out together, not only for car rides. Then you cook for each other, discovering he is good with cooking but terrible at baking.

Of course, the friendship didn't go unnoticed.

Firstly by his friends.

Sero, surprisedly, was sure the two of you were banging. Kaminari said it was not Baku go-like to flirt with a parent's student. Kirishima saw how Bakugo would drop the eyes when Kaminari said that. His best friend was feeling something, but he wasn't sure he was aware of it. Bakugo denied everything. Just saying you were fun. The word felt like sour cake in his mouth.

Then the media would notice his comings and goings to your restaurant.

Bakugo never cared much about scandals. But with you, he begun to feel scared. About what you thought, how you saw him, and ultimately, what you son thought about it.

You didn't act different so he did the same. You brushed off the media, minding your own business. He didn't know if he felt relieved or irked.

Dynamight never had a scandal with a woman. There was never a suspicion he had ever dated anyone. Because he had not. And he didn't get why you didn't understand it meant something. That it meant something to him at least.

He was on the phone with his mother who was screaming in his ears about you, when you son came to see him.

His phone was on a website. A journalist insulted you in the papers. They made the link between his name and yours, knowing you were his parent and Dynamight was his teacher.

"Are you dating my mom?" the kid said, interrupting Bakugo's conversation.

"What? No, Keyring. I'm not, don't believe what those stupid journalists said."

"Then why are you doing all of this?"

The kid was torn. Bakugo could see it with the shaking hands and the ruffled hairs.

"She didn't get the star she was aiming because of it, you put her at risk with the papers talking about you two! My father must have saw it!"

No, the kid was not torn. He was scared.

"It's none of my business what happened between you. But if she is hurt I won't forgive you. And if her restaurant is mocked because of you, it better be because you make her happy and you're not toying with her!"

Bakugo was speechless. His mother too by the silence in his phone. But she didn't hang up.

"I'm not toying with your mother, brat."

"Then what do you want? If your honest you won't say nothing."

Again, he doesn't know what to say. What did he want with you? Whatever you were okay to give him? He likes the car rides, the hanging out in the dorms, the jokes, the smiles...

But now, he's forced to acknowledge what it could be. You coming to his dorm. Him caressing your tight while driving. Little dates on his day off with the Keyring. A family...

He opened his mouth to confess his feeling. If the kid wanted the truth, he will give it to him.

But before he could speak, the door opened. Another teacher came right in and said "The restaurant was targeted! They kidnapped Y/N!"

Bakugo paled. His heart echoed against his eardrums. He look at your kid who dropped his phone. In his gut, Bakugo could feel the silent scream the child wanted to let out.

[twig-tea]

5 BL characters in 2023 who you would help hide a body

*cracks knuckles* @wen-kexing-apologist I had things to do today! Let's not lie I was already not doing them so let's go.

I am notoriously bad at keeping my lists down to any reasonable number so I'm going to give myself very specific parameters: This is a character who (a) I love so deeply I would do anything for them, (b) they would murder someone, and (c) there is someone in their show who, if they murdered, I would support their gay crime. Ok with those caveats let's see how I do [spoiler alert: I failed pretty badly].

Ji Hyun, The Eighth Sense

Ji Hyun came from the country to the big city, saw a hot guy on a poster and decided "yep I'm going to learn to surf even though I can't actually swim". He almost died and decided to lean into his convictions even MORE. He sasses out his senior and isn't put off by his lover ghosting him. Luckily for them the people in Jae Won's life figured themselves out and apologized, because Ji Hyun was not going to put up with more of their bullshit. I would do anything for this man and I fully believe if pushed he would do anything for his.

Noey Watplu, I Will Knock You

Noey is a kid who ended up running a gang mostly out of care for his community. He thinks he's so much tougher than he is, but his bravado and endless self-confidence get him through so much. Still, if he hadn't turned away from that gangster lifestyle, he definitely would have gotten in trouble at some point and I would have been with the other aunties at the food stalls helping deal with the mess.

Dung from Mr Cinderella S2

He has had a rough life, but is extremely kind, and I always stan a man who stays beside his in the face of external threats, but who also has healthy boundaries about how he's treated. The people in Khoa's life who keep messing with their relationship in both seasons....I'm not advocating murder, but if they happened to die, I would be there helping make sure they didn't mess with them anymore.

Ueangphueng and Fongkaew, I Feel You Linger in the Air

I just want these women to be happy and safe (with Mai). And if there's anyone on this list who deserved to murder someone as a treat, it's them. I love so much that they teamed up to take down their husband. I love so much that they found strength in one another. I would absolutely help them bury whoever they needed me to. And in a time when justice would not have been served for what they actually experienced, do I think they could have gone there if they hadn't found the other evidence to take him down? Absolutely, and I respect them for it.

Namnuea, Wedding Plan

This is cheating against my own rules because I don't think he would actually kill anyone but I'd do it for him and I know he'd help me hide the body so I'm counting it. I love this man. He also could technically fit into the ending category because he is (rightfully) surrounded by people who love and protect him, but count me in.

Amane, If It's With You

This is now just a favourites list but listen. I was ready to throw down for him immediately re: that high school crush, and as we got more of him and saw how brave he was through this series my love grew exponentially. He is mine and I would protect him in any way necessary, including helping him bury a very unlikely body.

Hira, My Beautiful Man

I love Kiyoi as a character so much and want desperately to protect him, but I don't need to we have Hira for that. Hira, on the other hand, canonically fantasizes about murdering his classmates because they're a little mean to Kiyoi, he's way more likely to need my help. And I love his complete disaster self so much. His arc is so slow across the seasons/movie and I know some folks got frustrated with him but he's starting from such an incredibly messed up place that the way his growth spirals makes perfect sense and is very relatable.

Koki, One Room Angel

This guy keeps getting into gang fights even though he's not in a gang, he's very likely to need me. And as a stoic, sad, quietly kind and perpetually misunderstood gay man, he immediately fell into my Love Forever and Protect With All of my Might bucket.

Kat, the Warp Effect

Listen, Kat could and would (and yes I chose this gif intentionally to invoke Wild Things). She doesn't need to because she has a wonderful group of friends who rally around her, but if anything else went down in her life and she had to choose violence, I'd be there with a shovel.

Ryunosuke, Tokyo in April Is...

I don't mean to imply that we want to murder our protagonists lol All three of the men in this show could ask me to bury a body and I'd say yes, but Ryunosuke is the one who might actually take advantage. Ryunosuke was fully evaluating Kazuma in this scene and he had good reason to. I fully believe if he found Kazuma wanting he'd find a way to make him disappear if he had to. In any case, Ryunosuke is in my bucket of favourite characters from this year and I would do anything for him.

Uea, Middleman's Love

It's cheating that he's here because really the people I'd love to help him bury were all in Bed Friend but in my defense I'll say that his energy in this show was 100% "if you hurt Jade who is too precious to exist I will end you", and I support him on this.

Misaki, Me, My Husband, and my Husband's Boyfriend

This woman went through so much self-reflection and growth. At the start of the show she couldn't hurt anyone but herself, but by the end? She was ready to hold boundaries and fight for her own happiness even if she doesn't yet know what that is and I am here to support that even if it turns out to be violence. I can't find any gifs of her in her happiness and I'm very sad about it

Nai, Shadow the Series

Dan is a monsterfucker and so he has my whole heart, but Nai is the one most likely to need my services. While Dan is in his feelings and obsessed with the supernatural mystery in the show, Nai is in the real world gathering information, setting up their bully as a fall guy, and generally being brilliant. Here for him and all his gay wrongs.

Bonus

Folks I don't need to help bury a body because they already have people for that, but who I absolutely could not keep off this list!

Maya, Rose, and Charn, Laws of Attraction and Ai Di, Kiseki: Dear to Me

I don't think they need any further commentary.

[cherryshortycake]

Hello !!! I hope youre doing amazing today🧋💚 may i request a platonic shinsou x reader where the reader is a small and timid lil thing? Like, they barely talk to anybody, and kinda just vibe with Shinsou most of the time. Also, they hate confrontation and fights, but they still want to be a hero, theyre just like- not very vocal and brave. The rest is up to you as youd like, thank you very much 💚💚😸

The hallways of U.A. High were always buzzing with energy. Heroes-in-training roamed, their voices echoing through the walls, and camaraderie forming like invisible threads connecting them all. Amidst the lively chaos, there was a pair that stood out, quietly navigating the bustling world of hero academia.

You, a small and timid student, had always found solace in the presence of Hitoshi Shinsou. Known for his calm demeanor and understanding nature, he was your anchor in the sea of noise and activity. The two of you had formed an unspoken connection, a bond that required no words to express the comfort you found in each other's company.

In a school filled with aspiring heroes, your quiet and reserved nature made you an anomaly. Yet, that never deterred your dreams of becoming a hero. You believed in the power of silent strength, a conviction that actions spoke louder than words.

One day, as the class gathered for an intense training exercise, anxiety clawed at your chest. Confrontation and fights were not your forte, and the thought of facing off against classmates in a simulated battle sent shivers down your spine. You found yourself gravitating towards Shinsou, seeking the familiarity of his presence.

Shinsou noticed your unease and offered a reassuring smile. "Hey, don't worry. We'll get through this together."

As the exercise began, your heart raced, and your palms grew clammy. Shinsou, ever perceptive, guided you through the chaos. His calm voice and steady presence became your shield, allowing you to focus on the task at hand without the overwhelming fear.

The exercise progressed, and despite your initial hesitations, you found yourself pushing beyond your limits. Shinsou silently observed, proud of the quiet determination that radiated from you. In the midst of the chaos, he saw a hero in the making, someone who embodied the essence of strength in their own unique way.

As the day unfolded, you and Shinsou faced each challenge side by side. He became your voice when words failed, offering encouragement and guidance without the need for lengthy discussions. The unspoken bond between you two spoke volumes, a testament to the strength found in quiet companionship.

In the aftermath of the training, you and Shinsou found a quiet corner to catch your breath. You looked up at him, gratitude shimmering in your eyes.

"Thanks, Shinsou. I couldn't have done it without you."

He offered a small smile, "You did great. Sometimes, the strongest heroes don't need to shout to be heard. Actions, my friend, speak louder than words."

And in that moment, amidst the echoes of heroics and the clatter of aspiring heroes, you understood that your journey towards heroism was uniquely yours, a silent strength that would carve its own path in the annals of U.A. High.

[nutzgunray-lvt]

An Attempt To Fly Under The Radar - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here! Struggled a bit with writers block, but I found that I really love writing from All Might's POV. I also couldn't help but throw a Psych reference in there, as well as a small nod to All Might's canonical 5/5 intelligence rating. Let my man be smart!

Izuku loved his lunches with All Might.

It wasn't just because of the fact that the Symbol of Peace spent one day a week sharing a homemade bento box with him (him! He made Izuku homemade lunches!). In general, it was just nice to spend some time with him outside of training. Sometimes, they talked about One For All, but other times, they talked about anything and everything - from the book series 'Internity' that he'd gotten the older man into, to how his classes were going.

"Present Mic was telling me about how well you did on your last English exam!" The older man said as he held his cup of tea. "You didn't hear this from me, but you were among the only two of your classmates to get both of his extra credit questions right! Great job, Young Midoriya!"

The praise felt nice (it always would, especially from All Might), and he felt his cheeks redden as he shrugged and took a sip of his own tea. "I've been reading some really interesting books, and one of them actually had the second bonus question in it!"

"It better not have been 'Internity'," All Might teased, grinning at his protégé. "You know I'm one book behind, and if I find out that you went back on our agreement and read ahead -"

"No, not at all!" the teen frantically promised, waving his hands in front of him, unaware that he was reacting precisely how his mentor had wanted him to. "I've been reading other books, I swear! I've been reading the third volume of a comic book series called 'Captain Hero' and another book called 'A Treatise of Human Nature'! The second bonus question was from page forty three of 'A Treatise of Human Nature,' and the quote we had to pick the correct translation from was: 'Reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions, and can never pretend to any other office than to serve and obey them.' If you really think about it, that can be applied to the fundamentals of heroics, because a hero shouldn't only save people because that's what they're factually obligated to do, but rather because it's the right thing to do. It falls in line the four virtues as well, as justice is the main virtue a hero should have -"

"Man, no one is better at spouting word vomit than you, kid!" All Might cut in with a laugh. "You sure One For All didn't enhance your speaking ability along with your strength?"

Friendly ribbing aside, as Izuku sheepishly stopped his ramblings and looked up at his mentor, he noticed an unreadable expression on his face. It was the same one he had after he rescued both him and Bakugou from the Sludge Villain last April, and the same one as when he offered to train Izuku to receive One For All that same day.

It said that he saw something in him, something no one else had bothered to see up until now. Something he wanted to help nurture and develop.

"Sorry. I didn't notice I was mumbling again," he mumbled, staring at his lap. "Everyone's gotten onto me about it -"

All Might shook his head and waved him off. "Don't apologize, my prince of nonsense!" He still had that look on his face, and Izuku wasn't sure how he felt about it. "It sounds like it was a really interesting read for you, and it's great to see you so passionate about your studies! Why don't you let me borrow it sometime, and we can bounce some ideas off of each other?"

Izuku immediately nodded, an excited smile growing on his face as the bell rang, making it falter just a little. Realization that he'd have to get back to class and assume his mission of staying under the radar hit him hard, and he slowly set his tea cup on the table and got up, brushing off his pants. Was he stalling? Yes. Would it make him late? Probably. Did he care at the moment? No. He loved these moments with his mentor, and it was up to him to make sure to never take them for granted.

"Sure! It's in my backpack, so I'll lend it to you after training today."

All Might beamed at him, shooting him a thumbs up as he also stood and led them both to the door.

"Sounds like a plan, my boy!"

One Day Later

Toshinori was stupefied as he sat in the teacher's office and flipped through the book Young Midoriya had lent him. 'A Treatise of Human Nature' was an absolute behemoth to read through - 480 pages, with Present Mic's bonus question being on page forty three as stated - and it was littered with post-it notes containing annotations and fleeting thoughts digesting the text, annotations and fleeting thoughts that were surprisingly right on the nose.

This was easily a university level piece of literature, and his fifteen year old protégé had broken down the text to something he could understand and applied his own opinions to it, opinions that could easily be tied back to the original work. Clearly, the work had hit home for him… but this was a university level piece of literature. The green haired boy was a first year high schooler who wouldn't even be taking Philosophy until university if he chose to attend.

Clearly, Young Midoriya was smart.

After getting to know him and even after just meeting him, Toshinori figured out his intelligence pretty quickly; his analysis notebooks were proof enough. His point had only been reinforced by his grades once the school year started - fourth out of twenty in a curriculum as advanced as UA's Hero course was nothing to sneeze at. But yesterday during lunch, as he listened to Young Midoriya dissecting this book like he had read through it a million times (he hadn't - the spine wasn't worn down enough for that), he got an inkling that maybe his boy was even smarter than he initially believed.

But how -

"What do you got there, All Might?"

The Symbol of Peace jumped as he turned around to scowl at the sudden intrusion into his personal space. The source - Present Mic - cheekily grinned at him as he sat at his desk across from him, Aizawa following behind. Nearby, he could hear Midnight and Cementoss's voices approaching as well.

Well, the alone time was fun while it lasted.

"Dammit, Mic," Toshinori muttered, closing the book. "Do you really have to scare me like that?"

"It keeps you on your toes!" the younger man said with a shrug. "And besides, it's not my fault you make it extremely easy and fun for me to want to keep doing it!"

Trying to fight the fond smile growing on his face, he passed the book over to his colleague. Present Mic could certainly be a lot to handle at times, but Toshinori really liked him both as a colleague and a friend. The man just radiated good vibes and positivity, making it near impossible to stay annoyed at him for too long.

"To answer your question, I borrowed this book from Young Midoriya," he explained. "We were talking about his latest English exam, and he had some pretty interesting insights about that second bonus question you gave. It came from this book."

The younger blonde made grabby hands towards it, eagerly flipping through it when he got his hands on it. He had told the older man that he'd seen the inspiration for his bonus question in the paper, and he hadn't really expected anyone to get it right. He had been pleasantly surprised to see both Young Yaoyorozu and Young Midoriya get it correct and plainly said as much while they graded papers together. But as his eyes darted across the annotations written down, his usual easy-going grin slowly morphed into an expression of awe. He let out a low whistle as he closed the book and handed it back to him.

"Well then…" he said, clearly at a loss for words as Toshinori set the book to the side. "Wow… I mean… I had my suspicions about the little listener, but -"

"Wait, 'suspicions'?" The older man asked, maybe a tad too overprotective as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. "What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you noticed, All Might?" Present Mic incredulously responded. "Midoriya's smart, like really smart."

Toshinori nodded slowly, not really sure of where the Voice Hero was going with this. "Yes, I have noticed Young Midoriya's intelligence -"

"No, I mean he's really really smart," Present Mic insisted, looking a little impatient that he was being so slow on the uptake. "He's like a little curly haired sponge when it comes to English grammar structure, and you should listen to the way he compares and contrasts it with Japanese grammar structure! Honestly, some of the insights he's told me about are things I saw when studying for the Praxis test!"

"Yeah, the kid's good at English. What's the big deal? Are you just happy to have a student who's actually interested in your class for once?" Aizawa asked, looking and sounding thoroughly unimpressed as he kept his eyes on his computer screen.

Ouch. That stung, and that comment wasn't even directed towards Toshinori.

He saw the split-second hurt flash across Present Mic's face before he immediately masked it and continued on.

Hmm, interesting.

"The big deal is that if he's this smart, why are his grades where they're at right now?"

At both men's confused glances, Present Mic clarified, "I'm not saying that being ranked fourth is bad or anything - it's great! But don't you think he could easily be ranked higher up if it weren't for his grades?"

The black haired man shrugged.

"Then he should study more," he bluntly said. "If he's as smart as you guys say he is, then his grades should reflect that. His Quirk control should reflect that. His decision making skills should reflect that."

The two blondes exchanged dark looks with one another, both silently deciding to ignore the third man from here on out. Their job was made easier by Midnight and Cementoss entering the room, taking their seats at their respective desks after greeting their scruffy colleague.

"Are you saying that Young Midoriya may be deliberately not performing to his full potential?" Toshinori asked, choosing to rephrase what he just heard in a much friendlier way.

Present Mic shrugged.

"Yeah, I mean what else could it be?" he bluntly asked. "I've heard him tutoring his other classmates in things that he'll get wrong on assignments - and it's not like he's telling them the wrong thing or anything. He's teaching them the right things, meaning he knows what he's talking about, but he doesn't apply that to his own schoolwork. If he did, his grades would be way higher, and it's not just me either! Did you hear about what happened yesterday in first period Math?"

The older man frowned and shook his head.

"Ectoplasm had them doing some Trigonometry, and he accidentally made a typo in the equation that he had them solve. He didn't notice it until he was already done writing it out, but he wanted to see if anyone caught it. It looked like Midoriya did, but the kid looked like he was being put in front of a firing squad. Like, he was terrified of pointing out the typo. What's even weirder is that when Ectoplasm checked up on him, he saw that he had the correct equation written down."

Toshinori frowned deeper.

"I'll admit that's strange, but you know how shy Young Midoriya is," Toshinori countered. "I'm not disagreeing with you on what you've seen and heard, but you know that boy avoids the spotlight like his life depends on it."

"Not when doing heroics," Present Mic countered back, leaning forward in his seat. "Not when placed in a life/death situation. You put him in a practical exercise, and his potential is just bursting out into the open. His deductive reasoning, leadership skills, and strategization is in a class of his own. In the classroom, however, he retreats into his shell. It's almost like he doesn't want anyone finding out about his academic potential."

The more he listened to his younger colleague, the more the older man couldn't avoid the realization that he was right. He'd always known that Young Midoriya was shy, but looking back, he saw that something wasn't quite right in regards to his protégé's intelligence versus his academic performance. Last year, Young Midoriya's grades had been pretty bad, putting him twenty seventh out of the thirty students in his class. Seeing both his schoolwork and his natural intelligence and drive, it made something in Toshinori not sit right, but with his boy being hesitant to elaborate on the matter, he let it go. He didn't want to push him into telling him anything he wasn't ready to divulge.

"Look, you knew him before UA, right?" Present Mic asked, not a hint of judgment in his voice. "Why don't you try asking him about it? He likes you, he'll listen to you."

"What about afterward?"

"We talk to the rest of his teachers, and depending on what we see and hear, we get that kiddo an IQ test."

[thepurplebacon]

When did you start drawing, and what keeps you doing it? Any artist or goal inspirations?

This story is damn long-

To be honest, I am a very lame person.

And art is not my favorite either

My life so far has been spent giving up and choosing another secondary preference. I have never followed my original dream correctly.

I started to take painting as a hobby when I was 13 years old. At that time, it was just doodling.

At that age, I mainly liked music and medicine more (after all, I once majored in music in elementary school, It took me even longer to learn an instrument than to paint)

But as my social skills got worse in junior high school, no one wanted to contact me or communicated with me that much, and I had less time to practice musical instruments. I started to have only a little interest in painting. I still tried hard to prove my math and other subjects so that I could study medicine or biology in the future, but as I became more and more depressed in the junior high class, I was completely unable to study

All I have left is that I accidentally discovered my ability to doing art, the thing that originally just in order to vent my emotions, just a bargaining chip that I use to make friends with people on the Internet.

So when I was about to graduate from junior high, I chose to go to a cram school to learn the traditional art skills required for the exam, and then passed the exam and went to art school

I chose art school in high school just to escape. I wanted to escape from my classmates in junior high school, and I wanted to leave the memory of junior high school that made me extremely panic. (LAME)

After I entered art school, I had many good classmates who were all very talented, but I was never the person who liked to draw the most, nor was I the most talented, they all had a passion for art and I was just a guy who came into this school for escape something I don't want to face about.

I was very pessimistic and frustrated about my progress. I had been giving up the previous year. Even painting wasn’t something I was passionate about. I just had the skill but didn't exactly enjoy it.

I didn’t believe that an art major could support me at all and I deeply thought that this method might soon be replaced by newer technology (then AI appeared the next year, damn it)

(I should be honest with all of you about how negative I thought about art at the time, but don’t worry, I don’t think that way anymore)

I have self-harmed or attempted suicide at that time because I was so angry at my progress that I grieved. (Extremely stupid behavior and I'm ashamed of it)

Art has actually caused some damage to my mental health, but ever since I met an artist, I have been attracted by their natural and gentle style of painting. I have never been so attracted by art.

Those things were so exquisite and beautiful that I felt suffocated at that moment.

First of all, I was jealous and resentful of myself for not being able to do this. But then I became more and more attracted to this artist, and I started to looking for all their previous works and trying to understand their learning methods or everything, I seemed to start to be influenced by their works, and my learning began to move into an effective and healthy way.

This sounds sensational, but my life has indeed changed for the better because of this artist. I began to actively want to go to college, and then thought about where my strengths were.

It’s true that I don’t have the purest love for art, but this makes it easier for me to think about how to maximize the benefits of my works. I think that only by combining profits and creation can my creation be sustainable. I know this sounds like It seems very...unpleasant, commercial, not even artistic, but art to me is a way of expression, a tool, like words and commodities, and I want to continue to support my own creation in this way.

Currently I want to learn more about animation or film. I want to open a studio in the future.

[comfort-questing]

"friendly fire"

(Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Academy phase)

Edelgard hadn't even needed help with the bandit leader in the first place. She'd been about to defeat him, in fact - just leaning back on her back foot to gather strength for a swing whenever she saw an opening in his clumsy swordwork. The gold-fletched arrow that slid past her face and found its mark abruptly in the bandit's upraised sword arm was totally unnecessary, really.

Just Claude, being a show-off as usual. Four months at Garreg Mach and this was nothing more than she expected of him, the snarky upstart that he was -

and then the sharp blow just inward of her left shoulderblade drove the breath out of her, sending her stumbling forward unprepared as the world fogged and spun around her for a ghastly moment.

The third arrow took the bandit in the throat, but she didn't know that until later. Only that when she staggered upright her opponent was coughing blood on the ground, and she found her knees suddenly shaky and her axe heavy in her hands, waves of stiff hot pain radiating from her back.

"Lady Edelgard!" That was Hubert, of course - a voice she'd always recognize no matter what extremity it found her in; his, too, the gloved hands steady under her armpits as she stood dazed and trembling.

"Edelgard!" That was not Hubert - the flash of gold and tawny in the sideline of her dizzy sight, and she felt Hubert's gasp shift as he turned with a snarl to the newcomer:

"Get away from her."

"I was just - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - " Claude, his silver tongue suddenly failing him, hands empty and reaching towards her. "It's all right, Edelgard, Marianne's on her way over, she'll help."

"We don't need any more help from you and yours," Edelgard managed to spit between her clenched teeth. She could breathe against the pain now, as long as she didn't stir the arrow shaft from its place. Linhardt would... oh, blast, Linhardt was back at the monastery, three textbooks deep in the magic seminar with Professor Byleth and Professor Manuela. Of all days for their healer to have pled off.

Dimly she could still hear the clamor of battle across the clearing, although lessening now; Hubert murmured an apology and let go with one hand, to reach up calmly above her head and release another spell in that direction. The cold tingle of mana itched across her hair and skin for a moment.

"Oh, no! I'm sorry, I got here quick as I could." Marianne flung herself down to kneel on the trampled grass, reaching out. "Miss - Edelgard, may I - "

"Do you want me to clear these folk for you, my lady?" Hubert muttered out of the corner of his mouth, his arm still supporting her.

Her first instinct was to nod yes, and watch his magic defend her, the way he had always offered to do against greater pains than these, and with less chance of victory; but Claude and Marianne's faces were all worry and guileless care, Claude's eyebrows pinched together in what looked like the most genuine distress he had ever shown in her presence. And Marianne - that girl obviously couldn't bring herself to cause harm to an ant hill in the stable yard, let alone any classmate of hers.

"No," she managed, "let them - help."

-

It still hurt, of course, as Claude got the arrow out from the crevice behind one shoulderblade, a white-hot wrenching pain that sickened her for a terrible moment before Marianne's gentle warm healing wrapped around her like a blanket. She still needed Hubert's help to walk back towards the remainder of the battle, to meet the others and Professor Hanneman gathering up the surviving bandits for management back at the village. But for the first time in a very long time the cluster of other faces and voices around her was more comforting than frightening, and when her eyes drooped shut from exhaustion she let them fall, and her classmates' arms open to guide her back with them to Garreg Mach.

Claude had apologized to her no less than five times and probably a dozen, by then. Edelgard was also a little drowsily curious how long it would take for his remorse to wear off.

She could get used to this, she thought, a little ashamed; this being taken care of.

[coff-in]

hiii coffin! how are you!!

i had a questions abt your ocs :3 since Andrew’s assigned weapon is the cleaver and Ashley’s is the gun, what weapons does each of you oc’s have? and do u have an why?

- Dungeon Anon

hehehehe!!! i do, i do, i do!! ALSO I AM DOING VERY WELL!

SO! starting with the oldest (before andrew): alexis would use his bare hands/fists. I couldn't really think of him using a physical weapon in face to face combat, he seems to be the type of person to avoid physical altercations as much as possible. of course, as the oldest, he's ready to throw hands to protect his family if he has to-- and he's not half bad! he mostly lacks technique and doesn't have as much punch as andrew, but he makes up for it with his energy and speed.

amber (second oldest/middle child) would use a baseball bat. this is mostly inspired by my online friend who always uses long blunt weapons in zomboid, but i do think it fits amber's alt/rebel vibe! it's meant to hurt and get sore, the pain lingers and leaves noticeable bruises... they can break bones too! if given the chance, they'd add nails or barbed wire to the bat for the extra damage and the vibes

before i said amy (second youngest after ashley) would use a hatchet-- which i still think fits her. it's the tool and weapon of a hardworker, requiring the strength and skill to properly wield. i also see her with a fireaxe and hammer. i usually think of my ocs via a player would a video game, seeing them walk around in a 2d avatar/3d environment platformer (think of subway midnight! amy's mind is akin to that), and every time amy slams down with her hatchet her body does a little jump due to the physical recoil. she's the shortest somehow (5 foot flat or 152.4 cm) and not the most physically strongest so she can't properly wield her weapon. i like to think about the weapon being some sort of representations of the expectations she puts on her shoulders... they're heavy but, like, powerful. and they lead her to hit hard, and harder, and harder. she'll shock everyone with what she can do. she can hurt, and protect, and destroy if she must. she's not weak... she's useful, she promises!! i've also dreamt of her and amber using the demon summoning for dummies book as some sort of spell book... i wish we saw more of that book.

the baby of the graves siblings, aria, would have two weapons depending on the route. throughout most of episode 1 and 2 (during the neutral portion of the game), she's just use a basic kitchen knife. it's a classic weapon (especially for a yandere like her) and she pulls it off well. during the burial route she'd use metal knitting needles (she's a neet like ashley in my mind, so she's pick up a variety of hobbies to entertain herself. knitting would be one, along with embroidery, painting, and reading some of andrew's poetry and acting it out). knitting (or crocheting at least) is using one single strand of yarn to create something or it can be used to sew two different pieces of yarn together. it's supposed to be a basic reflection of their (andrew, ashley, and aria's) relationship getting closer together, intertwining their strands together to create something beautiful!

during decay, she's grab a pair of scissors. they're relationship is falling apart, slowly unraveling the tapestry they were forced to create. and if aria has to cut out parts or lose strands to salvage her favorite part, then so be it. i think it also reminds her of school and the school saying "don't run with scissors". ari always had power at school, no? manipulating her poor classmates with her acting skills to be pawns of her own game to get andrew and ashley's attention. scissors are everywhere, danger is everywhere... sometimes you just overlook it.

ANYWAY! that's for my graves siblings... as for the non blood related ocs

juno wolfe uses metal claws because i say so. i want to lean into the "wolf" aspect of his characters because he's honestly just a loyal mutt to be commanded by the graves siblings. even if they can't claw their enemies to death, he still has his teeth to rip and tear off their skin and flesh!!

coff-in uses powers beyond the human understanding because humans don't need to understand how it does the things it does. they just need to know not to provoke them into using them.

that's all :3 sorry this is long, i haven't gone to bed and have been yapping/writing stuff (non-tcoaal, sorry!) all day

please ask me more about my ocs, i love my children no matter how much suffering i put them through (it builds their character)

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coff-in

[mythvoiced]

this time, the text from wendy comes in the middle of the day, though it's still being sent from lí chényǔ's phone.

[ text / 徐文哲 ]: winnie-gege ! its wendy on chenchen's phone. guess what !

[ text / 徐文哲 ]: it was "bring your hero to school day" and chenchen actually took a couple hrs off work to do a demo for my class. he wasnt gonna but then i cried and he felt guilty :(

[ text / 徐文哲 ]: look ! its chenchen ! [ tap to view video. ]

in the video, lí chényǔ wields a wooden staff as if it were an extension of himself; he leaps and spins effortlessly, dark hair tumbling into his eyes --- and even smiles briefly when a few of wendy's classmates squeal in awe as the staff swishes through in a graceful, controlled arc. at the end, the children and teachers alike erupt into applause, and lí chényǔ instantly turns tomato-red, holding up his hands as if he means to wave off any compliments, coupled with a shy and sweet, "aiya ... zhēn de ma ? shì ma ? bùxíng, bùxíng ... "

[ text / 徐文哲 ]: incase u wanted to see bc i know he doesnt show off much or at all, hes so shy lol. did u know he trained at shaolin temple before him and mama left china ??? im pretty sure he was there for awhile too. he doesnt talk about it much tho at least to me. but maybe for u he would ???

[ text / 徐文哲 ]: ok gotta go ! have a good day winnie-gege !

[ for wenzhe, from lí chényǔ / @xiianxias ! ]

@xinxiins | ending my life tbh

It's taking him far too long to start adding numbers again.

His last phone had seen its untimely demise at his own hands. He'd enjoyed the practice in a way human only does when it provides catharsis. Most modern phones don't break from falling alone, oh no. They need to be worked to shatter. You need to put in the effort, the belief, you need to have as much pent up something and everything as Wenzhe had and does, to truly make it unusable.

So he had.

Cathartic indeed.

But this... this is something else.

He doesn't know how to describe it. He's never been a man of words, after all, they stay as firmly lodged in his throat as they do in his mind. It's not an easy feat, describing all the different ways whatever lives inside him overwhelms him.

As he stares at his phone, lips parted around the bite from his crepe he's forgetting to take, he fails. He watches, and he fails. It builds up from within. It's warm and enough to make his chest rise. He's smiling before he can tell he is and feels creepy for it moments later.

No amount of trying to drag the corners of his lips back down helps, though, they keep twitching up, keep trying to lift themselves like a man climbing out of quicksand, over a fence, to run across a plain sea of sand and into his lover's arms.

He flinches at the first crack echoing through the room displayed on his phone screen, and laughs in pure delight. He flinches at that, too.

He crouches down on the floor, aborts the attempt to put his wrapped crepe on the ground a few more times before he finally connects with the reality that he should not abandon food he intends to eat on cement, but he'd so very much like to hold the device with both hands.

Drag it closer to his face.

Make it wider, maybe.

Is that creepy? Is he allowed? Is it okay? Especially considering the slight frown dragging his eyebrows together, all while having no significant impact on his smile whatsoever. He's trying to reconcile the Lí Chényǔ he knows with the one performing here.

They're the same, yet just different enough. The sight of him mirrors what Wenzhe hopes to see occasionally, something prouder than what Lí Chényǔ seemingly allows himself to be. There's pride to be had here, even beyond the video, which somehow Wenzhe replays a few more times before he realizes he should reply.

Lí Chényǔ has so many fucking reasons to be proud. His strength, his bravery, all the many things he shouldn't have to be proud of solely because their existence implies the cough, and the way his hand would fit so easily around his wrist, the dismissal and the sickly skin, the long hours and the bags - under eyes and on shoulders both.

But there is pride. He fights, he thrives, he wins even if the world keeps punishing him for it, even if the world says, good job, you made it out alive yet another day, why don't you do that again, so we can all feast upon the sight and feel better about ourselves?

Judge you from our golden thrones?

The crepe tastes stale, suddenly. He's lost his appetite.

But he watches and listens to the crack, and the video always ends on that same sheepish note, and it twists uncomfortably in Wenzhe's guts.

If Lí Chényǔ found out Wendy'd sent him this, would he instinctively wonder if Wenzhe liked it, or would he instinctively wonder if he found it odd?

Wenzhe doesn't flinch at the crack cracking through the room anymore, but he winces and smiles, grows cold and warm when his mother's tongue rolls off Lí Chényǔ's in notes of embarrassment of, 'gosh' and 'undeserving' and all the ways he thinks dying every day is all right because it's better than Wendy and Michael dying for a second only.

He hovers.

His thumb over the first few letters of his reply, his other hand over the bin. He can't throw the crepe away. It'll clank like coins on a golden throne.

[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] thank you for sending me this, Wendy! i loved it, it looks amazing, your brother is very cool

What should he say? What should he ask?

Can I see more? Is it okay to ask? Does he miss it? Is it still home for him? How can I make it better?

But maybe for you he would?

Wenzhe sighs, warm and cold, full and empty. He's in so much trouble.

[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] i'm gonna ask him about it. i want to know more. your brother is an incredible person. i know it's not my place to say this, but thank you for bringing him as your hero

He chews on his bottom lip, then on a minuscule bite of his crepe. If he's tearing up, and thinking about brushing some of those black strands out of his face, that's his own business.

[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] sorry if i'm speaking out of line. thank you, though. really.

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[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] do you guys like crepes? they're french pastry. you can fill them with chocolate, strawberries, more flavors i don't know probably haha.

[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] if you like them i'd like to treat you guys to some. maybe soon if you have time? or we could surprise your brother at his corner, what do you think? hope you're still getting this. have a lovely day.

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[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] thank you again

[ramayantika]

So in my old school in kolkata, there was a girl. Let's call her Indu. So when I joined this school, the class teacher had told the class about me and my brother because we were the first and the only twins to join the class. Naturally, all the girls said hi and talked to me and told me about the class and the students.

Indu was dark skinned, wore specs and sometimes combed her hair in very unique hairstyles that made one question: How on earth do you do that and come to school.

But anyway Indu befriended me, gave my school notes just like the others too and helped me out for the first week of school.

Cut to grade nine and ten. Now we all were fair skinned girls. Half of them were think and had good figures too which made them attractive and boys had no problem talking to us. And colourism is still deeply rooted in us that the guys made fun of Indu and the girls just rolled their eyes or avoided her path. Indu would get annoyed easily and she had her own family problema tok which she had solely shared with me and I understood why sometimes she used to have angry outbursts. Like imagine a 14 year old with whom nobody wants to be friends because they are dark in colour and don't look nice and pretty plus the classmates openly boycott you too. So sometimes she used to answer back in anger, but she never did that with me or my brother.

In the tenth grade, I don't know why the boys started this trend of calling her 'cancer'. Each morning she would enter the class, they announced, "cancer is coming. Bey cancer aarhi hai jaldi chal" And by chance if any boy saw her before coming to class they would groan and say that aaj din kharab jayega. They would also gag and make sounds when she raised her hand to give an answer to a question.

Now the girls wouldn't engage in that openly, but they would sideline her or just smile in front of her for two minutes and walk away. I remember one time she was sitting beside me, and in front of me the girls were signalling me to leave her and sit with them. Each time I talked to her, they would joke, "indu toh is your best friend now, isn't it?"

My close guy friend too called her Cancer and onetime my brother stood up and asked him what has she done too you so bad that you need to call her cancer. He said, she deserves it because she is rude everytime.

I was silent. I couldn't take any stand for her even though she had helped me out because I didn't want to lose my friendship with others. During picnic and children's day parties, we all would est together and joke while she went alone to the food counter and got her food. Some girls out of pity called her just to be 'nice' to her but behind her they made fun of her sparkly stone pink dress.

There was a dance competition I was supposed to take part in, but I couldn't. She was performing on ghoomar and had dressed exactly like rani padmavati. People in class were whispering all sorts of things yet she walked with her head held high. I could never tell her that she really good in that lehenga.

Anyway she was among the best students in our class too. Now that I live in isolation with no friends, though my situation is still far better than what she had to face because I have never been mistreated, I feel bad that I couldn't do a single thing for her. If I were in her place I would dread coming to school knowing that people see you as a curse each morning. For me, all my friends have gone ahead and found their friends and stuff in uni and I feel that I am good for nothing and I am bad at everything. Thinking about her makes me think that what strength she must have had back then to still come to school and perform well in class.

Anyway she got her good friends in 11th and 12th. She had changed her school I think it was Mahadevi Birla girls in kolkata and now she is here in Kiit bhubaneshwar. I am sure that she is really going to be a very strong individual in life and I really hope that she becomes so successfull so all those people in class who made fun of her literally go silent.

The other girls I remember they would sing those songs which mean everyone is beautiful, scars, colour weight doesn't matter, yet they treated her this way, and I am no good too because knowing it to be wrong I could never call them out.

They post stuff like inner beauty and stuff but do we really believe that? Do they really believe that?

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Halloween Headcanons 2023: Mutant!Maneskin Au: Damiano David as Pyro

A/N: This is heavly inspired by the X-men saga with some of my original twists, so it will both be very similar but also different from the Marvel version. Click here to check out the other mooboards: Victoria, Ethan, Thomas.

-Born in Rome, his mother leaves him at a young age without any explanation beside a box with written “Open if something bad happens”. His father starts to drink and neglects him. 

- Damiano always feels a sort of fire inside him, something that burns him from the inside and leaves him angry and tired. His only outlet is music, especially rock. 

-He loves to play with a zippo he personalized with the colors of the Rome soccer team. Sometimes he swears that the fire seems to increase if he stares at it too much and every time he tries to touch it, he never seems to burn. 

- “Why do you have a zippo if you don’t smoke” “ Fatte i cazzi tuoi”

- He manages to join a small band as a singer but this gets him the wrong attention from a local bully who thinks Damiano is flirting with his girlfriend.

- “Stay away from my girl or I’ll beat you to death” “You shouldn’t play with fire.”

- The other man’s cigarette sparks so violently that fire starts to wrap his sleeve. Damiano flees away before anyone can catch him.

-He rushes to his room and  under his bed to pick up his mother's box, where he finds a small note “You’re a mutant, just like me. Call this number if you are in danger.”

- He dials the number and packs his things and starts walking through the streets of Rome. Quickly he sees his mother and an old man on a wheelchair who invite him to follow them. It takes a while for him to trust his mom again, he still feels betrayed and abandoned by her even when she explains to him that he had to leave him for his safety. 

- Damiano’s power allows him to control but not to create fire. He always needs an external source of fire but he can shape it, increase and decrease intensity along with being immune to burns and he can sense any usable fire in his psionic vicinity.

- Controlling his power proves to be harder than he thought, sometimes the flames seem too big and other times they seem to ignore him. He spends most of his training in a fireproof room, along with all his other classmates with energy/ fire based powers.

- Hot headed isn’t even enough to describe his personality. He tends to pick up fights especially with the humans, often making his mom threaten to take his privilege to visit the city away from him.

-“Your anger is your biggest strength but also your biggest weakness. If you don't control it, it will control you” His mother often repeats him. “Maybe I wouldn't be so angry if you didn't leave me with dad!”

- Damino starts working in a music shop while his music career is on an hiatus. Quickly the place becomes quite known between mutants, so much that he comes up with a secret code to allow mutants to ask for help.

- “Really? Gasoline by Moonlight?” “What? It will be a great name for my future band!”

- Once his powers are stable enough, he gets to accompany his mother in his first mission : collect a runaway who was kicked out by his parents. He has just to provide a familiar face, a kid like him to trust, however the police get involved and Damiano reacts. 

- His fire meets a hard surface and all the bullets fall to the ground. He and the new kid exchange looks, completely surprised by the other's power : fire and ice that instead of fighting are collaborating. 

- “Ethan, right? This is Damiano, my son, we are here to take you to a safe place” His mom explained. “ I need to go back to take my drumsticks! They are all I have. ” Ethan panicked. 

- “If you follow us, I'll buy you some more at the music store I work at, ci stai?” Ethan nodded and this was the first time Damiano and Ethan met. 

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's 5th Anniversary Event - Prologue

⚡ Warning: This post contains detailed spoiler's for an Event which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[This was translated with the help of Google translate and by my friend!]

✧[Prologue]✧

Staff: Goodbye boss~

MC: Goodbye, everyone has worked hard today~

I said goodbye to the staff with a smile, picked up my bag and walked out of the studio. Then my eyes bumped into the familiar figure at the door.

MC: ……

- I gasped when I saw that eye-catching blue-purple hair. I snorted, and stepped to the side, ready to leave through the small door— —

Staff: Isn't this classmate Shaw? Waiting for the boss?

Shaw: Well, what about her?

Staff: I just greeted her when she came out, strange, …

Staff: Oh, there you are! Boss, your classmate Shaw is here to pick you up again!

As soon as the voice fell, I felt a sharp gaze piercing my neck, and I turned around subconsciously.

His eyes were still locked on me, forcing me to come slowly over.

The employee smiled and said goodbye to both of us, only Shaw and I were left standing at the door, my gaze was wandering, only staring at his collarbone, not daring to look up at all.

MC: Cough, I went out with my head down and didn't notice you coming….

Shaw [mockingly]: Is that so?

Shaw: So, now that you see it, can you go now?

MC: Hey I haven't— —

Without waiting for me to finish, Shaw's arm went forward and grabbed my hand and walked towards the door.

He might have just finished a can of Coke, and his palms were still damp from the aluminum cans condensation, as cold as his voice.

I didn't want him to succeed so quickly, I struggled lightly, and he angrily clasped my fingers so tightly that there was almost a pain coming from the knuckles.

At this moment, the wetness of his palm, contrary to his usual touch, and the strength of his grip, as if as a punishment, brewed an indescribable anxiety in me.

- If only I hadn't fought with Shaw at that time.

This was the only phrase that remains in my mind.

In fact, I can't remember the reason why I was angry with him in the first place, except that every time I tried to reconcile, other unpleasant things came up.

Now that it led us to both be unconvinced, none of us would want to be the one to lower their heads.

But he came to pick me up today.... Does that mean he wants to be subdued?

In that case, I, as a working adult, should not be angry with a college student for so long ...... really not very mature!

As we walked, I peeked at Shaw, wondering how to ease the atmosphere between the two parties, when his eyes suddenly dropped and met my gaze towards him.

Shaw [gasp]: ……!

Shaw: Next week….

MC: What did you say?

Shaw [nervously]: I said that recently there is an event called... cough, "World of Love", free up your time and go with me.

MC: Sure, when?

Shaw: Next week. This week I'm going to a study meeting with the department in a neighboring city.

Shaw paused, and added another sentence unprecedentedly.

Shaw: I didn't really want to go, but Mr. Shen said it was inappropriate for the winner of the Cultural Heritage Award not to go, so that's why I'm going ...... Anyway, I will definitely come back before the event starts.

MC: Well, it's okay, we can meet at the entrance of the event, I don't mind.

Shaw: ……

As soon as Shaw's footsteps stopped, his face darkened.

Shaw: Hey, how much longer do you want to make a face with me like this?

Who put on a bad face first? I wanted to settle an old score with him again because of his impulsive tone, but finally I just resisted and grinded my teeth.

MC: Hehe, it won't be long, it will last for another week or so.

Shaw: You! ...... You can do it.

He seemed to have thought of something and raised a finger towards me.

Shaw: Let's make a bet that you'll be smiling the whole time you're at the event, and I'll take credit for every time you smile.

MC: Let’s bet…wait no, this isn���t fair, why are you the only one catching my flaws, why don’t you show some of them instead?”

Shaw: What do you want to see me say?

MC: Then record the number of times you admitted defeat, every time you admit defeat, I'll record it, how about that?

Shaw raised his eyebrows, obviously inspired by my "fighting spirit"

Shaw: Okay, final settlement?

MC: Of course, the settlement will be finalized, so just don't refuse to accept the account when the time comes.

We stared at each other, and Shaw's face finally showed the expression he had been wearing for the past few days, except for his anger, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

Shaw: You.Are.Done.

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⚡Next part (coming soon)

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Chapter 4 - Smoke and Injuries

warning : nightmare (death in the dream), angst, smoking, fluff, hurt/comfort

masterlist, next chapter

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Dreams. Dreams were nothing new for Bobby, they were normal, they all had them. Bobby also had different dreams, bad, sexual, crazy and in his case, dreams that haunted him.

Dreams that drove him to panic, blurred reality and left him drenched in sweat. These are the dreams he hates the most. He was at school, or rather in one of the many classrooms.

Which were no different from reality, telling him that everything was still fine. Everything was normal Charles was teaching and the students were listening. Topics they already had, didn't know yet and would get to know.

Bobby also thought everything was normal and hoped it was just another day at school. But when suddenly a cold broke over the room he felt uneasy. It was a cold he could not escape. A cold different from his own.

But none of the others in the classroom seemed to notice this cold. They all seemed to be oblivious. Startled, he jumped up from his seat and tried desperately to stop the ice coming out of his hands.

His table and the floor became icy. His classmates disappeared into the ice. ,,Stop it!" he shouted at himself, desperately trying to control his strength. To somehow stop it and stop it.

Closing his eyes and opening them again, he hoped it was over, but it was not. Instead he was now in the hall where he had fought John before. The classroom seemed forgotten, no longer to be and his frozen friends forgotten. Yet something was wrong.

In front of him in the middle stood John and Rogue with a fearful expression on their faces. How long had they been there? was just one of the questions that came to him.

The cold, even if it didn't reach him, didn't seem to stop. Not wanting to let him go. ,,You have to save one or your ice will kill them," a familiar voice sounded, but he couldn't put a face to it. As if he had heard it several times before but never met it.

Suddenly he felt a cool metal chain on his leg and he turned around, startled. The metal seemed colder than his ice. It frightened him. Then he saw the man who had frightened him since he had seen him on television.

Magneto, or as he was known by his real name, Erik Lehnsherr. The mutant who was a threat to everyone. Mutants and humans.

His mind seemed to be clouded by too much fear that he didn't understand what the older man wanted. But when another chain closed around his wrists, he knew what the other mutant meant.

With ease Erik directed the chains and Bobby's hands to John and Rogue respectively. ,,I don't want to, I won't do it," he tried desperately to resist. But his voice seemed so quiet that he thought it could not be heard. That he could not hear him.

He tried to cover his skin with an icy layer. To shatter the metal but he couldn't do it. His powers did not seem to obey him. Panic and despair mixed. ,,You will, my boy, believe me," Erik smiled as if he knew exactly what was happening.

As if the mutant's words had done something, ice began to form in Bobby's palms. Gradually it included Rogue and John. ,,Bobby please help me please Bobby!" Rogue began to scream desperately.

Trying to convince her boyfriend to save her. Meanwhile Bobby yanked on the chains but they only tightened around his joints. Slightly cracking the cold skin that threatened to break underneath. He could not escape either.

He was helpless. ,,Bobby, please, I don't want to die!" Rogue begged him again. ,,Make up your mind or you will lose them both," Erik reminded him again. Bobby's ice had moved over Rogue's chest and reached John's shoulders. It iced them both, drawing the aching cold over both of them.

But despite the ice, John didn't say a word, only his eyes said more than anything else. He trusts me to save him. He trusts me, it went through Bobby's head. The dark eyes did not show hatred, but hope.

Hope that John placed in Bobby. ,,I demand an answer Bobby or it's over for both of them" Erik warned one last time. One last chance.

Rogue pleaded and screamed again. John continued to look at him but said nothing. But as the ice trapped them both, killing them, it went black. It was the name of his former friend, however, that Bobby had on his lips.

The only thing that shot through the night at Xavier's school for the gifted was a scream coming from Bobby. When the teenager awoke from his dream, it took him a moment to get his bearings. After hurrying to his lamp, he turned on the light a little and clutched at his blanket.

But as he was about to flip the blanket aside, he stopped. ,,What the" he mumbled, confused and still excited. In reality, the dream had caused him to spread his ice over his bed and floor. Freezing the floor and the bed. "It hasn't been this bad in a long time" he reminded himself of the incidents that had occurred.

Still slightly out of sorts, he managed to get out of his bed. When he finally stood up and ran his cold hands over his face it hit him like a slap in the face. ,,I have chosen John", he stated. He would have sacrificed Rogoue for John.

But he felt no remorse or joy, it had simply happened. It was because he trusted you, his inner voice said. But he shook his head to get other thoughts. ,,I need some fresh air," he murmured to himself.

As quietly as possible and without impaling himself on the ice in the dark, he walked out of the room. He only had his sleeping clothes on but he wasn't cold anyway. Walking as quietly as possible through the corridors, he didn't meet any other students.

Even if he did, those who were still awake were in their rooms. Letting his eyes wander through the corridors and windows, he stopped at one of the large recessed glass panes. When he saw a light from outside. At first he thought he had imagined it.

But when the small light appeared again, he saw the outline of a familiar person. He could see them clearly. It was John. What is he doing outside at this time of night? the question immediately popped into his head.

Was he having a nightmare like himself? He doubted it, but who knows what had happened to him. ,,He can still send me away," he murmured his thoughts and decided to go to his opponent.

With quick but silent steps he went down the wooden stairs. He reached the floor that led out. Before he reached the door to the large open space, he took another deep breath.

He felt the cold air around him pleasantly and awakening. With nimble yet careful steps he had walked halfway around the building and was now standing roughly where he had seen John.

At least where he had seen the light. In fact, John was still leaning against the wall with a fire hovering beside him.

As Bobby stepped closer to his friend he noticed him. With a quick movement of his hand, the small ball of light flew to Bobby. Bobby backed away a little from the light, which was too bright for his eyes.

With another movement the light flew back next to John. He made the flame a little smaller to take Bobby into account. It became darker and cooler between them.

But John made no move to send him away or to burn him. Bobby dared to take a few more steps before he came to a halt awkwardly in front of John. His blue eyes flitted over the other's features. The other's brown eyes were slightly red and circles under his eyes seemed to command John as well. 

He hasn't really been sleeping either, Bobby thought, thinking it was the fight as well as the confrontation with Logan. As his icy blue eyes darted to the other man's hands, he noticed that John had buried them in his jacket pockets. He was hiding the injury of the ice burn.

But his gaze loosened as John pulled something out of his jacket pocket. He didn't want to get caught. In the poor light he could only make out the outline of the small object.

Only when John moved his flame towards him did Bobby see the cigarette he was lighting. Despite the fact that he didn't smoke himself, he realised that it suited John. There was something about the pyromaniac who lit his cigarette with his fire.

After the other teenager blew the smoke out into the night, his dark eyes, looking black in the darkness, were on Bobby. ,,You want one too?" he asked without breaking eye contact.

But Bobby just shook his head and continued to stare mesmerised at John. He had taken a drag on a cigarette once, but he didn't like it. Instead of using the nicotine as a stimulant like John, he ate it all up.

He took more pleasure in watching John. How the pyromaniac smoked and seemed unreachable through the fumes. ,,What are you doing out here? "the question came easily from Bobby's lips before he even realised what he had said.

John took another drag on his cigarette. He seemed to be weighing up whether it was worth holding a grudge or not. ,,Can't sleep, can you?" he returned the question, watching the Crykinese user who couldn't take his eyes off the pyrokinetic. Bobby was unsure whether to tell John what he had dreamed.

Sharing a dream. ,,Slept badly, had a nightmare... and wanted to get some air. Then I went to the kitchen and saw you," he explained and John nodded. Understanding that it was Bobby's decision alone. After it was quiet again between the two of them, they still made eye contact.

The blue met the brown. But the red spots that appeared in the brown eyes were no longer visible. His anger was over, the fire was under control again. Before the silence between them threatened to become unbearable, John's voice rang out. ,,Do you still want to go to the kitchen?" John asked, wary of Bobby's reaction.

The brown-haired man nodded, but didn't know if he should say anything. He watched as John finished the cigarette, the smoke escaping through his lips one last time before John threw the smoked cigarette to the floor and kicked it out with his shoes.

John made a quick inviting motion and used his ball to light Bobby's way back. The few steps they had to take to the door seemed to take forever. The ice user felt a prickle on the back of his neck and the hairs on his head stand up as he felt John's presence behind him.

The pyrokinesis was only a few metres away from him. He could have reached out for him. After they reached the door, John extinguished the flame and stepped inside after Bobby.

The two teenagers walked side by side in silence. It was as if the brief conversation had almost not taken place. But John's warmth still seemed there. Once in the kitchen, Bobby switched on the light while John closed the door.

The click of the door sounded Bobby felt the slight nervousness of being alone with John. ,,Would you like something to eat?" Bobby asked without looking at the other as if he couldn't think of anything better. ,,What's in the fridge?" John asked in return.

An eternal game between them. In the room that seemed to be only for the two of them at that moment. After opening the silver device, the blue eyes flitted over the selection. With joyful discovery he found a leftover cake from Jean who had made it for Scott and Logan.

The cake was still fresh and would not taste of the fridge if kept too long. He took the cake out of the fridge and placed it on the kitchen counter. John watched his friend take two plates and cutlery from the drawer. Finally he took two lemonades which he opened and put on the counter with the cake.

With the knife he divided the pieces and gave John the larger piece. Bobby watched John nod slightly at him before taking a piece of the cake with the fork and popping it into his mouth.

John gave an audible sigh of pleasure, perfectly audible to Bobby. He was about to take a sip of the lemonade when he paused. The tingling feeling in his stomach irritated him massively.

The warmth on his cheeks and the knowledge that his cheeks were turning pink even more so. Why am I reacting like this? That's John, my friend, nothing more ran through his head in confusion about his reaction.

Only when John wanted to drink some of the soda did he stop. The pyromaniac thought for a moment before silently pushing the bottle to Bobby. He seemed to know how best to drink his soda.

The tingling sensation increased again but Bobby tried to suppress the slight trembling of his fingers. He didn't want to ruin the moment.

He enclosed the bottle and brought it to his lips before they touched the bottle, blowing on it with a short cold breath. The bottle became cool not cold enough to freeze but to a comfortable icy temperature.

Knowing that John's dark eyes had been watching the movement closely. As he handed the bottle back to John, their fingers brushed briefly.

He felt the unspoken desire to feel John's warmth again. He felt John almost longing for the cold. When the cold met the warm skin. ,,Thank you," John murmured and grinned as he looked at the cooled bottle before gripping it tighter. As John brought the bottle to his lips, Bobby saw the other's wrists for the first time.

They had been wrapped in makeshift bandages which John must have done himself. It made Bobby swallow, made him feel bad. He had hurt John. ,,I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you so badly," he said honestly to John, pointing lightly at his wrists.

He paused and put the bottle down a little too harshly on the marble slab. Not that it was enough to break the bottle, but Bobby thought he could see a slight crack.

But John did not hide his hands any more and left them visible to Bobby, he even pushed up his sleeves slightly. After their familiar silence John spoke too, ,,Sorry, I shouldn't have kicked you so hard, the fire was too much" he replied and Bobby felt the joy inside him.

He was happy about the apology and felt how happy he was. Glad that they forgave each other. Carefully and slowly Bobby reached out to John's right wrist and pulled it towards him. When he touched it, John flinched slightly. But Bobby looked to John's for permission, to see if it was all right.

Closed her eyes again to the gaze. He tried to signal with his blue eyes that he would not hurt him. He would not. Not ever. John, after a moment's hesitation, seemed to understand Bobby and let Bobby look at his wrist. Bobby removed the bandages that had been badly applied as carefully as he could.

They were not bloody, nor could they have been, Bobby hoped, they were if anything simply applied in a makeshift manner. John had no idea how to do this but Bobby probably didn't know much more.

Every now and then John twitched and hissed slightly but Bobby reassured him by stroking his unbroken skin with his thumb. It's not too bad. ,,Can you get your lighter out and make a small bullet?" Bobby asked after a quick assessment.

John took out his lighter with his shark on it and with a little click he made the flame and a small ball whirred between them. ,,Now let it fly over the skin at a small distance," said Bobby. John did what Bobby practically told him to do.

Carefully he regulated the temperature and the ice-cold skin was gradually warmed by the fire. All the while Bobby still held John's hand. He gently stroked the warm skin, telling him that he was with him. That their friendship still had a chance.

That they both had a chance. ,,Good" Bobby said with a smile and looked at the skin which now looked better than before. After doing this for a few minutes they went to the left wrist. ,,Very good" John replied and smiled slightly as well. But just as Bobby was about to remove the bandages, the door opened and Logan came in.

John immediately pulled away from Bobby and hid his hands in his pockets. He didn't want Logan to see him hurt like that. Didn't want to be reminded of the fight. ,,Sorry, guys. Didn't mean to interrupt. What are you two doing down here together at God knows what time?" Logan asked with a raised eyebrow. He seemed to have his own suspicions and smirked slightly.

John gave Bobby a quick glance, but kept his injuries covered. He took one last sip of the soda before walking past Logan. ,,John," Bobby said, not knowing if he could stop him. Wanted him to stay with him.

As if John was looking for an excuse, he steered the fireball back beside him before disappearing from the kitchen. Bobby felt himself worrying about John and wondered if he should go after him.

He would need help with the injury. But after seeing the questioning look from Logan, who needed an explanation, he sighed heavily and remained seated. He would have to let John wait this time. Hopefully he would understand

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