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soll-amca · 11 months ago

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Do you have any Alessi headcanons for someone desperate ?🫣 Too shy to come off anon to ask ..

uHHHHHHHH MAYHAps :) Thank you for the ask! I’ve been dying to write for awhile :) !

I legit don’t know what I have and haven’t posted yet since I haven’t been on tumblr for a hot minute but uhhh uhhhhhhhh. There’s lore-dumps near the top, but it gets better near the end I promise

Obligatory song for my headcanon posts. There’s no specific reason for this song, it’s just a banger, and I’m also trying to be very normal about Walid Toufic and not put his music for every single Alessi post

Alessi’s of Lebanese-Armenian descent, but extremely estranged from his Armenian roots due to internal family issues — mostly his father facing scorn from his intolerant side of the family for marrying an Armenian woman. Despite this, Alessi was very close with his mother and, even as a grown man, regrets not learning more from her. Of course, he’s never going to admit this, no matter how obvious it may be that he tries to pick up parts of the Armenian language and culture

Alessi was born in Beirut, Lebanon in 1951, but was eventually forced out due to a civil war in 1975. Though, what gave him the final push to leave was a falling out with his siblings. With both their parents gone, his sister going off to a loveless marriage, and his brother wanting to join the war effort, Alessi loses control of Sethan during a confrontation and turns them into children. This ends up as a strange, happy accident as he would try keeping up the charade for a few days, exploiting their memory being reverted to fake a “happy family” in an effort to keep the last remnants of his old life from slipping away

Things end horribly for Alessi as his siblings eventually find out and oust him from the home they all grew up in. With nothing left for him, he leaves and dedicates himself to mercenary work throughout the Middle East and Northern Africa to keep himself afloat

With fourteen years under his belt by SDC, Alessi’s considered one of the best in the region. And since he’s well-traveled, he’s proficient in a majority of the Arabic dialects, so nine times out of ten, nothing got past him in Dio’s mansion regardless of where the other assassins were from

The joke is that most Arabs don’t understand North Africans, but everyone can understand Egyptians, so whenever Alessi wants to phase out of a conversation, he’ll slowly change to to a dialect that’s “further out” and difficult to understand despite Levantine being his first

Since French is a secondary language in Lebanon, much more prevalent during Alessi’s time in schooling, and especially North Africa for mercenary work. He knows enough to get around like the basics, but can’t read or write for shit. His little brother was easily more fluent than him, so he has a weird sort of resentment yet fondness for the language. Whatever French he knew definitely came back when he was chasing around Polnareff in the Sethan arc

Very, very curly hair, but he doesn’t take care of it. Back as a kid, when he had his mom, she would help him and he was basically a puff-ball, but as an adult, he doesn’t have the slightest clue on how to style it while also maintaining his hair. If you catch him when he just wakes up, or immediately after a shower, it’s seemingly perfect but then he’ll proceed to douse himself in a can of hairspray

The gun he uses in SDC isn’t his, it’s his late brother’s. But going into that right now on why and how he even got it should be it’s entirely own post so —

Any endearment at all related to babe/baby will have him throwing up in his mouth. It’s one thing to mention a child, it’s another to somehow relate it back to HIM. Honestly, Alessi doesn’t read as a “habibi” person to me, he’s too bitter to be a “habibi” person. Albi and eini come much more easily to him as petnames to call someone

He’s a sucker for trashy American television. He used to think he was above it, but now if you leave him alone for long enough, he’ll put on TLC and binge whatever’s on. Although back home, he had a thing for spaghetti westerns even if they were horribly dubbed in Arabic

Adding to the Western trend, he was super into Lucky Luke comics as a kid. Since they were really popular in the Middle East, and the translated ones were produced in Egypt. It’s definitely not a stretch that during the 80s and SDC, his grown, mercenary ass sat down to watch cartoons of his favorite cowboy. Would Alessi hog the mansion’s TV to watch Lucky Luke? Perchance. Would he stay cooped up in his Luxor hotel room to watch it? Also perchance

Tintin was popular, too, but I think I need an outside opinion on that. If a Tintin person could come back to me about this please help

Hol Horse fascinates him. Not in an admiration sort of way, but a “holyshit a real cowboy” sort of way. To Alessi, it’s like Hol crawled out of his family television and old comic books

I don’t know who it was, but I want to say back in like,, 2016ish one of the original Dio’s Fuckhouse blogs had a headcanon that Hol was actually from New England or something, but basically nowhere near “the Wild West” or even the South. So the image of Alessi being interested and asking him stuff while Hol Horse is just,, sweating bullets because he’s not a “real cowboy” is hilarious to me

Because of what happened with his sister, Alessi’s very standoffish when it comes to love. He’ll take any chance he can get to mock touchy couples and heckle anyone that he thinks is getting “too intimate” in public, but I think we all know he’s compensating for something

But the moment someone touches him or is very direct about making a move, he flusters and doesn’t know what to do with himself. Cheesy pick-up lines will only embarrass him and he can’t tell whether or not you’re making fun of him

Having gone through wide extremities of emotions when he was younger, and then having to suppress them all as a mercenary, Alessi wouldn’t understand sensitivities. Especially since he’d have to adopt a pragmaticism in his line of work to keep himself alive — and arguably sane. He’d get confused over someone being upset over an inconvenience that isn’t “up to par” to what he went through, but at the same time fly off the handle at small things happening to him since he bottles up all his emotions

If someone cries around him, he falls into the routine of having this initial frustration, stuffing it down to not make things worse, and eventually follow through with a weird shoulder pat — sorta like “there, there”. After that, he’s clueless

#Jjba #sdc #Stardust crusdaers #Alessi #alessi jjba #alessi jojo #Ask #anon #headcanon #I don’t know how long ago you sent this in but I’m profusely asking for your forgiveness anon #Every break I have a 35% chance of spawning in so hi Muslim’s back :0 BDBJK #I would just like to say that I could elaborate so much more on the sibling falling out thing because I’ve been cooking for YEARS #I’m really cool about asks. It might take a bit but I’d love requests :)#Most of these were written at 2am ;3

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ambrossart · 1 year ago

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—CHAPTER 30

SUMMARY: All Evelyn Tozier wanted to do was make Derry High School a safer place for her kid brother. Well, somewhere between kissing Patrick Hockstetter and telling the principal to go f*** himself, things got a little off track. Now she’s stuck in the middle of a bizarre love triangle with two of Derry’s most troubled teens while her little brother and his friends hunt down a creepy, child-eating circus clown. This year, summer can’t come fast enough.

PAIRINGS: Henry Bowers x Tozier!Sister; Patrick Hockstetter x Tozier!Sister WARNINGS: violence, profanity, sexual content, bullying, sexual assault, physical abuse, emotional abuse, all kinds of abuse, trauma, mental illness, implied/referenced self-harm, child death, angst, lots of angst, recreational drug use, underage drinking, underage sex, love triangles, toxic relationships, slow burn, slow build

WORD COUNT: 5,446

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Evelyn couldn’t remember the last time her mother picked her up from school.

This dawned on her while she was sitting outside on the wooden bench, her overstuffed backpack beside her and tipped onto its side, her hands bundled snugly inside the sleeves of her much-too-big coat. Sitting like this, Evelyn couldn’t help but feel like a little kid again. Goofing around on the playground after school. Dirt under her nails. Grass stains on her knees. Her coat and backpack unneeded, discarded in a pile off to the side. Back then, time was an equally unnecessary burden, and so it too was cast aside and forgotten. Free of it, Evelyn would run and jump and laugh and play… until there was no one left to play with, until Evelyn waved her last goodbye, looked around the empty playground, and realized she was all alone. Then she would pick up her coat and backpack, sit down on the bench, and wait patiently for her mother to arrive. She would have happily waited forever.

Maggie Tozier’s lateness rarely went unnoticed by the Derry Elementary School faculty and staff. At some point, Evelyn’s teacher would come out, stoop down beside her, and say, “Honey, is someone coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah,” Evelyn would answer placidly, “she’s just running late.”

“Your mommy’s late a lot, isn’t she?”

“No… only sometimes.”

And her teacher would smile that sad, pitying smile and think, She really is a sweet kid. It’s a shame she has such a scatterbrain for a mother.

Of course, Maggie Tozier would arrive eventually—in her usual chaotic fashion. They’d see her old, beat-up station wagon chugging down Jackson Street. See it swerve erratically and screech to a stop in front of the curb. Then Maggie would scramble out of the driver’s seat—sometimes dressed in her nursing scrubs, sometimes dressed in old house clothes splattered with baby food—and come sprinting across the lawn with embarrassed, apologetic urgency.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Maggie would always say. By then, Evelyn would be buckled safely in her booster seat and singing merrily along to the radio, unaware of the adult conversation happening outside. “I got off work and laid down for a quick nap and—I dunno, I must’ve slept through my alarm or something. I’m really sorry, I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It already has happened again, Maggie. This is the third time this week.”

“Right,” Maggie would answer, swallowing the lump in her throat. Then she would look back at her young daughter, see her wave and wave back, feel that old, familiar sting of shame, and revert back to her ten-year-old self. A hopeless little girl getting scolded by her teacher. Now go stand outside in the hall, Maggie, and think hard about what you’ve done. And Maggie Tozier, an overworked mother of two lovely, energetic children, would bend her head, look down at her loafers… no, sneakers; Maggie hadn’t worn loafers since grade school… and say in a small voice, “Look, I’m doing my best here.”

“I know you are, Maggie, but maybe it’s time to get some help. You seem to have a lot on your plate right now. It’d be a shame for your children to suffer because of it.”

“Right… Yeah, okay.”

Humiliated, Maggie would slink back to her car, slump into her seat, and drive home while listening to her daughter describe every delightful detail of her day. Evelyn used to look back on these car rides fondly, but now… for some reason now… all she could see was her mother’s teary-eyed expression in the rearview mirror. She must have felt like such a failure when Evelyn, at only six years old, told her she no longer wanted rides to school.

Maggie confronted her about it one afternoon, while Evelyn was sitting at the kitchen table and drawing with her crayons. Maggie sat down across from her and said, “Sweetie, why do you wanna walk to school?”

“Because…”

“Is it because Mommy’s late all the time? Does it make you feel sad to see all your friends getting picked up and you have to wait?”

“No… I don’t mind waiting.”

“Well, then why do you wanna walk to school?”

Evelyn put down her green crayon and gave her mother a very grown-up look that said, Oh Mother, isn’t it obvious? “Because Victor walks to school.”

Maggie’s eyes lit up with sudden awareness. “Oh, Victor walks to school… You wanna walk with Victor.” Of course it was that simple, and now Maggie felt silly for thinking otherwise. This wasn’t a case of bad parenting (the jury was still out on that charge). This was a case of puppy love—bright-eyed, bushy-tailed puppy love—and her six-year-old daughter had it bad. Maggie laid her cheek on her palm and smiled at her lovestruck child. “Victor’s a very nice boy, huh?”

“Yeah,” Evelyn said, utterly smitten, “and he’s real smart, too. He knows everything.”

“Everything, huh?”

“Well… not everything, but he knows a lot.”

“Is that a picture of you two?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you smiling and holding hands?”

“Yeah…” Evelyn pressed her tiny hands to her rosy cheeks and began to giggle at seemingly nothing at all. Then she picked up her green crayon and finished coloring the grass at the bottom of the paper. “I’m gonna give this to him tomorrow.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll love that,” Maggie said, and promptly bit her tongue. No, Victor Criss would not be glad to receive that drawing, just like he wasn’t glad to receive any of the other drawings her daughter had given him, but Evelyn didn’t need to hear that. “Sweetie, why does Victor wanna walk to school? Did he tell you?”

“Yeah… He said he doesn’t like riding with his mom anymore. He said all her talking makes his head hurt real bad.”

Maggie winced, heartbroken for her friend. Oh, poor Tabby. I bet she’s crying her eyes out right now.

Her assumption wasn’t wrong. Tabitha Criss was, indeed, crying her eyes out. In fact, she had been inconsolable for the better part of the afternoon—ever since those gut-wrenching words came out of her darling son’s mouth.

You talk too much, Mom. It’s annoying.

“That’s it,” Tabitha declared to her husband in his study, “my son officially hates me!”

Her husband replied in a calm, clinical voice: “He doesn’t hate you, Tabby.”

David Criss was sitting behind his desk, his glasses perched neatly upon the bridge of his nose, head bent studiously over a small stone meteorite fragment he held in his gloved hand. David was performing his monthly inspection, see, and that was serious business—far more serious than whatever problem his wife had recently dreamt up. David had a moderately impressive collection of iron meteorites, chondrites, achondrites, and pallasites. The one in his hand was likely an ordinary chondrite, but David had yet to get it professionally evaluated. Next week, perhaps. The rest were housed in the wooden display cabinet behind him, each sample carefully backlit and labeled according to its classification. Nobody was allowed to open that cabinet… although David suspected somebody had. There were little fingerprints all over the outside of the glass.

“No, I think he does,” Tabitha was saying now. “In fact, I’m sure he does. All I did was ask about his day, David, and do you know what he said to me? He said, ‘Mom, I’m really not in the mood to talk to you right now.’ It was like a knife to my heart! My own son doesn’t wanna talk to me. He never wants to talk to me. He thinks I’m annoying. My son—my pride and joy—thinks I’m annoying, and now he doesn’t even want me driving him to school anymore.”

“So?” David said. “It’s perfectly natural for children to desire independence.” There was, however, nothing natural about this discoloration. Was it rusting already? No, impossible. David held the fragment under his desk light to get a better look.

“He’s six, David. Six-year-old boys are supposed to want their mothers.” Tabitha threw up her hands helplessly, wishing she knew how to make her husband understand. David, meanwhile, reached across his desk for a Q-tip. “You know, I thought I had a few more years before he wanted nothing to do with me, but no… he came out of the womb preseasoned with hatred like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

“Turkey?” David repeated with baffling interest. He craned over his shoulder and glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting late. When are we having dinner?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t even started it yet.”

“But it’s almost six-thirty.”

“Yes, I know what time it is.”

“We always eat at six-thirty.”

“Well, tonight we’ll be eating a little later,” Tabitha said, exasperated. “Can you listen, please? This is important.”

Frowning, David temporarily set his meteorite fragment aside. “So, what, you’re not letting him walk to school now?”

“No, I will.” As if she had any other choice. “But I’m not letting him walk alone. Victor’s way too young for that.” The elementary school was only three blocks away from the house, but still… a lot could happen to him in those three blocks. He could get hit by a car while crossing the street or worse, kidnapped and killed. “I was talking to Maggie earlier today. She said Evelyn wants to walk to school now too, so…”

David sighed. “Tabby, don’t.”

“What?”

“Stop forcing that girl onto our son.”

“That girl? What’s wrong with Evelyn?”

“Nothing’s wrong with her. I’m sure she’s a perfectly normal child.” And like all perfectly normal children, Evelyn Tozier was—frankly—incredibly annoying. Always showing up at the house unannounced. Harassing their son. Vandalizing their driveway with ghastly chalk drawings of rainbows, smiley faces, flowers, and unicorns. David stepped outside one morning and there was Evelyn, doodling away under the bright summer sun. Any requests? she said with a proud smile. David, needing to get to his car, answered: Yes, kindly move. “I just don’t think it’s right to force our son to socialize with someone he doesn’t like.”

“Well that’s life, David. Sometimes you have to get along with people you don’t like.” Under her breath, she said, “Just like I’m not particularly fond of you right now.”

David took out a small cloth and began cleaning his glasses. “You’re being emotional.”

“And you’re being hypercritical of a six-year-old.”

“She broke into my study.”

“What?”

“She broke into my study. Her fingerprints are all over the place.”

“Oh, she did not break in, David. For God’s sake, listen to yourself. The door was unlocked. You, in all your wisdom, left it unlocked. She wandered in because she was curious, because she wanted to see all the sparkly rocks behind the glass.”

“You let her in,” David said begrudgingly. “You always let her in. One of these days she’s gonna break something.”

Oh, I hope she does, Tabitha wanted to say, but she held her tongue. There was no point in arguing with her husband. David’s opinion was like concrete. Once it was set, there was no changing it. “I’m gonna go make dinner.”

“Good,” David said. “It’s already six thirty-five.”

“I know what time it is,” Tabitha snapped and walked out, slamming the door.

You’re being too emotional, Tabby. Her husband might not have said it, but she knew that’s what he was thinking. She didn’t care. She went upstairs to her son’s room, knocked on the door, and opened it once he answered. “Hey…”

To her private terror, Victor was lying on the floor with a children’s book about asteroids, comets, and meteors. Did David give that to him? Or did Victor seek it out all on his own? The two were so dreadfully similar: quiet, intelligent, candid in a way that was sometimes charming, sometimes cruel. It made her worry for her son’s future. She didn’t want him to end up like David: absorbed in his work, in his hobbies, apathetic to his wife’s feelings, unaware of her growing resentment toward him. Tabitha didn’t want that life for her son... or for the poor girl who tried to love him.

“Okay, you win,” she said. “You can walk to school.”

Victor nodded once, satisfied, then returned to his book.

“But,” Tabitha went on, trying to reclaim his attention. It didn’t come easily, though; things with Victor rarely did. “I’m not gonna let you walk by yourself, okay? You’re still a little too young for that. So Evelyn’s gonna walk to school with you. All right?”

Victor’s back stiffened with precognizant dread. “I changed my mind. I wanna ride with you.”

“Ha, nice try,” Tabitha said. “You made your bed and now you get to lie in it. If you wanna be a big boy and walk to school, that’s fine with me, but there are rules, okay?” Victor rolled his eyes and turned away from her. Tabitha’s jaw dropped. “Hey, excuse me, I’m still talking. Don’t go back to reading your book, Victor. That’s very, very rude.” Victor huffed and looked directly at her, or tried to anyway. That was another thing that didn’t come easily with him. “I want you to walk to school with Evelyn, okay? Straight to school and straight home. I want you to stay on the sidewalk, look both ways before crossing the street, and hold hands when you do.”

“What?” Victor cried, grimacing. “But she’s gonna make it weird.”

“What do you mean she’s gonna make it weird?”

“She’s gonna smile at me all funny. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Well, sweetie, sometimes we have to do things that make us a little uncomfortable. It’s all part of growing up. And who knows,” Tabitha said as she went out, “one day you might actually want her smiling at you.”

Victor scowled, doubtful. “No, I won’t.”

For Evelyn, those were the happiest years. Sunny day followed sunny day, and she lived with a kaleidoscope of butterflies constantly flittering in her stomach. Victor didn’t like it nearly so well (for the first year, his mother had to drag him down the street and then give him a little nudge to get him going), but that was okay. Evelyn didn’t mind that he never talked to her or that he sometimes walked so fast she had to run to keep up. None of that mattered. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and Evelyn was walking to school with Victor Criss, who was so tall and smart. In class, he never raised his hand, but he often mumbled the answers under his breath. Evelyn was the only one who saw him doing it. It was like finding buried treasure. A precious secret that only she knew. That day, the first butterfly hatched and took wing. Evelyn knew instantly that she was in love.

But that was a long time ago. Victor was a different person back then, and so was she.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Evelyn wasn’t supposed to be sitting on this bench, in this stolen coat, wiping her tears away. No, she was supposed to be at the library with Jimmy and helping him come up with ideas for his next big anti-bullying campaign. That’s where she was supposed to be—by his side, supporting him. Eventually, Vic would wander in, act like he didn’t want to be there, but hang out at the table anyway: doing his homework, criticizing all of Evelyn’s suggestions, stealing little glimpses of her face while she wrote in her notebook. Only Jimmy would catch him doing it. He’d shoot his best friend a playful, knowing smile and think, How long are you gonna keep this up, Vic? Another year? Two? She’s not gonna wait forever. Then they would all go home together, Jimmy in front and Vic a few steps behind, yelling for Evelyn to hurry up and quit lollygagging. You guys walk too fast… No, you just walk too slow. They’d walk together, laugh together, and right before they crossed the street Vic would immediately, instinctively, reach for Evelyn’s hand.

That’s how it was supposed to be, but that’s not how it was. After that summer in ’85, everything changed. Now Vic was in detention, Jimmy was at another school, and Evelyn was sitting on the bench with a ripped skirt and a stolen coat, waiting for her mom to pick her up.

I wish you were still here, Evelyn thought, grief-stricken. I know you’re not dead, Jimmy, but sometimes it feels like you are… I can’t do this without you. I know you said I could, but I can’t. My ideas aren’t good enough. I’m not good enough. Everyone thinks I’m annoying and they’re right! The only way I can win an election is if someone hands it to me. You handed it to me. Christie Gibson handed it to me. You gave me some really big shoes to fill, Jimmy, and so far I’m not doing a very good job.

Evelyn put her hands over her face, stifling the sound of her sobs.

I keep getting distracted by stupid things… Patrick… Henry… We used to stand up against people like them, and now… now I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.

She was sitting on a bench, in a stolen coat.

I don’t even know whose this is, Evelyn thought suddenly, mortified. I just took some poor kid’s coat without even hesitating. What’s wrong with me? What if this is a precious family heirloom, a grand coat passed down from generation to generation, and I just singlehandedly killed the line of succession? She couldn’t have that on her conscience. Evelyn wasn’t a coat thief. She was just a girl without options, desperate to get home with her dignity intact—what little remained of it, anyway.

Yes, Evelyn would return the coat

(the coat)

(she would focus on the coat)

(and memories of Martin)

(Are you open for business now?)

(of the cut on her lip, the tear in her skirt)

(of Henry’s terrible black eyes)

(She’s not worth it)

(would slip further and further away)

(away)

(she pushed them far away)

just as soon as she figured out whose it was. Maybe the owner had written their initials on the tag. People still did that, right? Evelyn’s mother used to do that to her coats when she was in elementary school. Maybe someone had done that to this coat, too. Yeah, maybe. Maybe. But likely not. High school students didn’t need to write their initials on their coats (Evelyn still did, of course, out of habit). They didn’t throw them into a giant pile on the playground, forget them, then accidentally take home the wrong one. High school students loved their coats. They lived for their coats. They were both functional and fashionable. Bomber jackets. Ski jackets. Triple F.A.T. Goose jackets. A few of the senior boys had Members Only jackets. In the fall, they would lean against their cars with their hands in their… pockets.

Remembering this, Evelyn curiously slid her hands into the front pockets of her stolen coat. In the left pocket, she found some loose, sticky change, a nearly empty tube of shimmering pink lip gloss (Steph Price once had a tube of this exact shade, Evelyn remembered; she was constantly slathering it on her lips during class), a ticket stub to some obscure horror movie, gum wrappers, a broken pencil, a few paperclips bent into indefinable shapes, and—most curious of all—a tiny piece of translucent plastic that was faceted on one end like a diamond.

What is this? Evelyn wondered, lifting it into the light to examine it. It almost looked like a piece of jewelry. An earring, perhaps. A tiny earring for a tiny ear.

Her other hand, meanwhile, dove deeper into the right pocket and closed around something cold, hard, and smooth. Metal. A lighter. A brushed chrome Zippo lighter.

Evelyn’s eyes widened, a gasp rose in her chest, and her whole body straightened with surprise. Her right grip tightened. Her left grip loosened. She pulled the lighter out of her pocket and held it in the middle of her palm. It shimmered hypnotically in the sunlight, rendering all her other findings worthless. The strange piece of plastic fell, forgotten, bounced off Evelyn’s knee and tumbled into the grass. She would never think of it again.

This isn’t a stolen coat, she realized. This is Patrick’s coat. Patrick gave me his coat.

And now Evelyn was thinking back to the morning Patrick returned from suspension. She dropped the clipboard and he picked it up for her. Why did he do that? Why did he follow her to her locker after class and ask with such genuine curiosity, Where have I seen you? Why did he return the shirts Henry had stolen? Why did he give Evelyn that postcard that she cherished so much?

(And why did I frame it?)

Why did he let her into his house and introduce her to his mother? Patrick didn’t want her there, but he let her in anyway. Why? Why did he break into the Denbrough house while she was babysitting? Why did he taunt her, terrorize her, then purposefully push his hand into the knife?

(He did. I know he did.)

Why did Patrick stare at her face and call her colorful? Of all the adjectives in the English language, he chose that word specifically. Why? Why?

Confounded, Evelyn whipped the lighter open, flicked the wheel, and sparked a flame.

Why did you give me your coat, Patrick? Do you even know?

Sighing, Evelyn flipped the lid closed and saw her mother’s car coming down Pasture Road. This wasn’t the beat-up station wagon from Evelyn’s childhood. No, her mother had sold that car back in ’86 and bought herself a Plymouth Voyager, a three-door minivan big enough to fit the entire family. They ran errands in that van. Went on family road trips in that van. Two weeks ago, Maggie had driven Evelyn to her first high school party in that van. It ended up being a horrible night in the end, but that moment was perfect. They sat parked in front of Liz Mueller’s house, awestruck by its grandness, while Evelyn's stomach flipped and fluttered with excitement. Her mother had embarrassed her with a very crude lecture about boys and unprotected sex. What? I’m a nurse, not a nun. It began with Evelyn cringing and ended with her laughing, as most talks with her mother did.

Yes, it had been a wonderful night. Evelyn felt so grown up.

Now she felt guilty. She didn’t want this moment to overshadow all those amazing memories. She didn’t want this to be the one moment her mother remembered forever. Evelyn wanted her mother to remember her arguing with Richie in the backseat. Carrying in armfuls of plaques and trophies from the school awards banquet. Spilling her milkshake. Dropping her fries. Freaking out because there was a bee in the backseat. Stop swatting at it, Richie, you’re just gonna make it mad! Falling asleep on the way home from the amusement park, her brother’s head resting on her shoulder. Sitting in front of Liz Mueller’s house, nervous, smiling, laughing, getting out of the car and waving goodbye from the top of the driveway. Those were the memories Evelyn wanted her mother to hold on to. Not this. Not this.

Sniffling, Evelyn dried her eyes on the sleeve of Patrick’s coat and stood up from the bench. As soon as she turned to leave, an ominous feeling swept over her, as if carried by the wind. Evelyn looked back at the school and thought: The next time I walk through those doors, everything’s gonna be different, isn’t it? Somehow, she just knew that to be true.

Steeling herself, Evelyn put the school behind her, pulled her backpack over her right shoulder, and walked on.

“Well, that’s certainly a look,” Maggie Tozier said, observing her daughter’s choice of outerwear with a bemused smile. “Where did you get that…?”

Without saying a word, Evelyn climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door. She burst into hysterical tears while trying to buckle her seat belt.

The next three minutes passed in a tumultuous blur of panicked shrieks and anguished sobs. Evelyn cowering in the passenger seat, shoulders trembling, chest heaving, fingers splayed across her face. The seat belt, partially retracted, clinging to her right shoulder. Maggie’s distressed voice piercing through the air: “What happened?” Evelyn’s response, strangled and desperate: “Just go! Please, Mom, please, just go!” The school doors opening and closing. Victor Criss emerging with Belch Huggins, stopping on the steps, spotting Maggie’s van, leaning forward and squinting fiercely in the sunlight. Evelyn sinking into her seat and shrinking against the door. “Please, Mom, please, I just wanna go home!” Maggie nodding frantically, not understanding, saying, “Okay, okay, we’ll go, we’ll go!” Slamming her foot on the gas pedal. Turning the wheel. Taking off and gunning down Pasture Road. The outside world flying by, golden and serene. Maggie gripping the steering wheel tightly. Her heart pounding. Head spinning with questions. Evelyn beside her, collapsing into herself, into that coat. Where did she get that coat? Maggie glancing at her, back at the road, running through a stop sign, cursing under her breath, and saying, “Evelyn? Evelyn, you need to talk to me, sweetie. I don’t know what’s going on.”

And finally, she told her; with tears streaming down her face, she told her.

And all Maggie could think about was Cheryl Lamonica—fourteen and pregnant—shaking and screaming in her mother’s arms.

Please, don’t tell Daddy! Please, Momma, please don’t tell Daddy!

Now the van was parked on the shoulder of Center Street. Maggie, who had been paralyzed with grief, reached across the seat and pulled her daughter into her arms, holding her close to her breast while she rocked her gently and soothed her with nonsensical words of comfort, something Maggie never had to do before, not even when Evelyn was a baby.

She was always such a happy child, never crying, never fussing. Maggie and Went thought they were the luckiest parents in the world. Perhaps this is the universe’s cruel way of balancing the scales. Maggie thought this and held her daughter even tighter, stroking the top of her head while she continued to weep savagely against her chest. Maggie’s own tears fell silently and dried on her face. She didn’t know what to do. She never thought this would happen, not to her daughter, not to her family, not to her.

“He ripped my dress, Mom!” Evelyn cried suddenly, her voice muffled by Maggie’s cable knit sweater. “Mrs. Criss’s dress—her beautiful dress—Martin ripped, he ripped it—he ruined it! How am I supposed to return it to her now?”

Maggie’s chest ached at those words. “Sweetie,” she said, pulling away and looking at her, “I don’t think Tabby’s gonna care about her dress.”

Evelyn nodded weakly, sniffling. Maggie cradled her face and dried some of the wetness from her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah…” Evelyn answered huskily, while a single tear clung stubbornly to her bottom lashes. She blinked it away. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

She settled back into her seat and stared despondently out the window, her eyes glazed and distant. They were parked beside the public library. From where Evelyn was sitting, she could see the slab of red brick where Henry Bowers had pushed her against the wall and pressed his lips against hers. The memory used to leave her breathless. Now it made her want to cry.

Maggie took the wheel again, her hands clammy and tense. “Okay, Evelyn,” she began uneasily while her eyes darted from street sign to street sign, “where am I going, sweetie? Do we need to go to the police station? To the… hospital? Tell me where you want me to go, honey.”

“I just wanna go home,” Evelyn told her. “Is that okay?”

Maggie’s heart clenched painfully. “Of course,” she said. “Of course that’s okay. We’ll go wherever you want.”

Evelyn smiled—a sad, grateful smile. Then she sat back, burrowed herself deep inside that strange black coat,

(Where did she get that coat?)

and went back to staring out the window.

Maggie watched her daughter for a moment and felt her heart swell with so much love she thought it might burst. Went and I got lucky. God knows we did.

She started the car.

Halfway down Main Street, Evelyn turned toward her mother and asked in a soft, childlike voice, “Are you disappointed with me?”

Maggie’s heart shattered completely. “What?” she said. “Why would I be disappointed with you?”

“Because I am,” Evelyn blurted out and immediately burst into tears again.

Once more, Maggie eased off the gas pedal and prepared to pull over, but it wasn’t necessary this time. Evelyn stopped crying all on her own.

Hugging herself, she said in a low voice: “I always thought I’d be stronger, you know? I told myself I’d be stronger, but…”

The thought of walking into that police station, of walking up to the desk and seeing him there. Having to sit in that chair while he sits across from her, his arms folded over his chest, his cold eyes bearing down on her. Crumbling beneath those eyes. Seeing them slowly darken from bright blue—the same bright blue as Henry’s—to such a terrible, hateful black. Having to relieve everything. Tell him everything. While he glares at her, at her torn yellow skirt, and thinks to himself: She was asking for it, wearing a skimpy little skirt like that. Girl should be glad she wasn’t raped.

(Lucky you. Right?)

No, Evelyn couldn’t do that. She would have rather died than do that.

Besides, nothing would come of it anyway. Evelyn learned that lesson a long time ago… when she dared to tell her teacher about a bruise she’d discovered on her classmate’s neck.

“Henry was there,” she rasped. It pained her to say it, but she did.

At once, Maggie looked at her. All the color had drained from her face. “What?”

“He was there, Mom. He was there and he didn’t do anything.”

Saying these words out loud made Evelyn’s heart throb with unbearable pain, but she didn’t cry; somehow, she didn’t cry. Maybe she had finally run out of tears for him.

“You know he’s done a lot of messed up things to me over the years, but… I dunno, I guess I always thought that… that when it mattered, that when I really needed him…” Her lips twisted into a wry smile. “I guess I’m pretty stupid, huh?”

“No,” Maggie said. “No, honey, you’re not stupid. And if you are, then so am I… I never thought he would do something like that.”

Or rather she hoped he wouldn’t.

At the next red light, Maggie said in a tired voice, “This has to stop now, Evelyn. I’m sorry, but it has to stop. I’ve tried to be patient, I’ve tried to be understanding, but I just can’t deal with this anymore. I can’t and I won’t. Okay? It’s too much. It’s too much. I tried to let you handle it, but you didn’t so now I’m going to. This is done, Evelyn. It’s done. I don’t want Henry coming to the house anymore. I don’t want him calling you anymore. Yeah, I know he’s the one always calling here, Evelyn, and it’s done now, okay? It’s done. I don’t want him sneaking into the house at night. I don’t want you sneaking off to go see him. I don’t care if he needs you, I don’t care if he loves you. It’s done, Evelyn. All of this is done. If I ever see him around the house again, I’m calling his father and—”

Evelyn jumped in her seat as if struck. Terror closed around her throat.

(??WHAT??)

(!!BUT YOU CAN’T!!)

“—and yes, Evelyn, yes, I know EXACTLY what that means for him!”

Evelyn flinched back, startled. The strength of her mother’s voice left her shaken. It’s done now… it’s done… done… is it really done? Tears flooded her eyes and blurred her vision, but still she nodded. She nodded and she understood.

“It’s enough now, Evelyn,” Maggie said, but there was no triumph in her voice, none at all.

A somber silence fell over the cabin then. The van pulled forward, made a left turn onto Summer Street, and continued down the road. Evelyn already knew what was waiting for her at the end of this road. She knew and she was ready for it.

She would have to face Henry sooner or later.

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otakusheep15 · 2 years ago

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Human World AU (part 2)

The long-awaited update to this post that I meant to write forever ago but never got around to. This one will focus more on the relationships between the characters, how they met, what their living situations are like, etc.

Warnings: mentions of death during childbirth, several mentions of child abuse/neglect, implied/referenced underage sex, mention of binge eating disorder, mentions physical and verbal violence

The Brothers

The seven of them had a very tough life, especially in their childhood.

Everything started going wrong when their mom died while giving birth to triplets. Beel and Belphie were both fine, but Lilith gave her major complications. She died, and so did Lilith.

Lucifer remembers the most vividly, since he was 12 at the time. Mammon and Leviathan remember bits and pieces, but they were a bit too young to remember all of the details.

After the death of his wife, their father became very abusive towards them. Lucifer and Mammon took the brunt of it because they wanted to protect their brothers, but they couldn’t save them every time.

Beel and Belphie had it especially bad because their father blamed them for what happened.

This went on for six years until Lucifer turned 18. The second he was of legal age, he moved out and took his brothers with him. After a couple years of fighting, Lucifer was able to get full custody over her brothers and even adopted them. To this day, he has major oldest sibling syndrome, and he still can’t get over it.

Mammon began acting out a lot when he became a teenager. He would constantly get bad grades in school, get into fights, and even ran away a few times. Lucifer struggled to deal with him, but he knew deep down that Mammon was just struggling like the rest of them.

Leviathan developed major agoraphobia, resulting in him having to be homeschooled for both middle school and high school. Eventually, his brothers were able to convince him to go to college in person after Lucifer promised he could stay at home instead of living in the dorms. He still has yet to fully get over his agoraphobia, and there are some days where he has to revert back to online classes, but he’s trying his best and his brothers are very proud of him.

Satan was seemingly the calmest of the brothers, but he developed horrible anger issues. If Lucifer thought Mammon’s fights were bad, he was not at all prepared for what Satan would do. He also had a major superiority complex, and he would often get into (verbal) fights with teachers when he thought they were wrong. Satan has been suspended many times, and yet he was also able to remain at the top of his class every year since kindergarten.

Asmodeus fell in with the wrong crowds as a teenager. He always felt left out or ignored by his brothers, especially Lucifer, so he became friends with people who definitely did not have his best interests in mind. He lost his virginity at an early age, around 14 or so, and became very hypersexual. It was a nightmare for him, and he regrets everything he ever did as a teenager. He’s gotten better over the years, but he can never fully escape his past, and sometimes he falls back into old habits.

Beelzebub developed a binge eating order at a very young age. He always overate and was pretty unhealthy as a kid. To try and make up for it, he got into sports and athletics, but it didn’t help that much. He was able to develop muscles, but his disorder never went away, and he was constantly falling ill due to how much he ate. After several doctors visits, he’s started the healing process, but he still can’t be trusted to fix his own meals, so Belphie is usually the one to fix him meals.

Belphegor suffers from narcolepsy and depression. All of the brothers have depression, but his is the most severe, and his narcolepsy does not help. Beel is almost always around him just in case he suddenly falls asleep, and they’ve shared classes together since they started school. Belphie is another one who constantly fights with his teachers, but he’s better at keeping quiet most of the time. He and Satan cause Lucifer a lot of trouble, but he loves them regardless.

Now, they’re all grown up and doing a lot better. They are all in therapy, both for the family trauma and their own personal struggles, and it helps. As of now, Lucifer lives with Diavolo and Barbatos, Mammon and Leviathan live in an apartment complex near Lucifer’s home (but they do not live together for obvious reasons). Satan, Asmo, and Solomon live together. Satan has his own room while Asmo and Solomon share. Beel and Belphie live in the college dorms, and they are roomates.

Lucifer and Simeon

The two of them met in high school and quickly became good friends. They were on student council together. Simeon was president and Lucifer was his vice, and they were a great duo. Everyone in their school loved them and their dedication to the school.

When they graduated, they both knew they wanted to be lawyers, so they applied to the same school. They took many courses together, but Simeon was a philosophy major while Lucifer majored in psychology. After graduation, they began working at the same law firm, and they mainly focus on child abuse cases. These types of cases are very important to Lucifer, and Simeon wanted to support his best friend.

They partner up on many cases, and one of their cases actually introduced them to Luke, who Simeon later adopted. Together, Lucifer and Simeon have saved many children, and both of them are very successful in their field of work.

While they do not live together, Lucifer often finds himself at Simeon’s place. Activities range from working on cases to simply having tea and chatting. Sometimes, Lucifer will bring Diavolo and Barbatos, and all four of them will hang out. On rare occasions, even Luke will come out and interact with them when he is not feeling shy.

Simeon is very close with Lucifer’s brothers, especially Leviathan and Satan. They’ll often hang out and discuss their favorite writers/novels. Lucifer is just glad his brothers all seem to like Simeon.

Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos

Lucifer met Diavolo and Barbatos during a work-related event. Diavolo is a close friend of Lucier’s boss, so it was natural they would meet at some point. The three hit it off right away, and it was practically love at first sight for Diavolo.

At the time, Diavolo and Barbatos were already together, but Barbatos already knew Diavolo was poly and did not mind him pursuing Lucifer as another partner.

For a long time, Lucifer declined his advances. He was a very busy man between his job and caring for his brothers, so he had no time for a partner. However, Diavolo was persistent, and eventually scored a date.

The date was at Diavolo’s home, and Barbatos even made dinner for them. It was a lovely evening, and Lucifer was finally able to admit his attraction for Diavolo.

It took awhile for the three to work out the relationship, but it got there. Lucifer and Barbatos were more than fine with sharing Diavolo, and they worked together to create a schedule for dates and the like. Diavolo is just happy to be included.

Naturally, Diavolo loves spoiling his partners, and he has the money to do so. Barbatos is already used to it since they’ve known each other for so long, but it took Lucifer some getting used to considering he was never exactly rich growing up. However, he does get used to it eventually, and will often ask Diavolo to buy things for his brothers instead.

Lucifer only moved in with Diavolo and Barbatos once Belphie and Beel went off to college. He was afraid to move in any earlier since he didn’t want to leave any of them behind.

All of his brothers love Diavolo, but it’s mostly because he’s rich. Diavolo does not care and is just happy Lucifer’s brothers like him. Barbatos is also well-liked, especially by Beel and Belphie.

Barbatos has also become close with Simeon because of their get-togethers, and Luke has gotten very attached to him. At this point, Barbatos is as much of a father to Luke as Simeon is, and Simeon is very happy Luke has found another person to look up to.

Satan, Solomon, and Asmodeus

Satan and Solomon were in the same year in high school. At first, they did not get along at all, and they had a constant rivalry going on. In fact, they never quite got over that rivalry, and still (half-jokingly) fight from time to time.

Around their junior year, they actually became very close friends and started hanging out all the time. Once, Satan brought Solomon over to work on a project, and that’s when he met Asmodeus. The two of them fell in love at first sight, and Satan had never regretted having friends more than in this moment. Of course the one time he tries to have a friend over his brother just swoops in and romances said friend. Don’t worry, he gets over it eventually and actually becomes their number one supporter.

Solomon and Satan moved in together once they started college, but Solomon dropped out after a couple years. He went on to get a part-time job at a cafe while Satan continued school full-time.

By this time, Solomon and Asmo had already started dating, so it surprised no one when he moved in with the two when he graduated high school. Everyone thought Satan would get annoyed with them immediately, but they’re respectful of boundaries and rarely cause a disturbance.

As of now, Solomon still has his part-time coffee shop job, but he’s lowkey embarrassed about it and is looking into better jobs. Satan works at a local library full time and occasionally does pet-sitting for some extra cash. Asmo is still in school and plans on becoming a fashion designer when he graduates.

Simeon and Luke

As stated earlier, the two initially met because Luke was the victim of a case Simeon and Lucifer were working on. At the time, Luke was about eight, and he had very neglectful parents. He also had no other family who could take care of him, so he was at risk of being put into foster care.

Simeon saw what foster care did to young children, and he couldn’t let a kid suffer like that, especially not when said kid was relying on him to protect him.

As expected, they won their case, and Luke’s parents lost custody of him. However, Simeon was not done with this case yet. He wanted to be the one to take care of Luke. The adoption process was long and difficult, but Simeon never gave up hope, and soon the day arrived when he could officially adopt Luke and become his dad.

It was a huge deal, and everyone was very excited for him. Lucifer and his brothers all showed up to watch the adoption be officiated, and they had a small party afterwards.

The first couple months were a bit shaky. Luke had already gotten used to Simeon’s home, but it was still a bit awkward to get used to living there full time. They took it slow, and Luke gradually relaxed more.

At school, Luke is a very shy kid, and he has no friends. Simeon knows it’s because of his trauma, and he's trying his best to help Luke open up more and make friends. Surprisingly, Luke does like some of Simeon’s friends, specifically Barbatos. Barbatos comes over often to teach Luke how to bake, and they get along much better than anyone could have guessed. Luke is also fond of Beel, and often bakes him little treats.

Everyone adores Luke and does their absolute best to accommodate him whenever he’s around. Simeon is very glad to have their support, and he’s happy Luke has begun to branch out more and interact with others.

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 2 years ago

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By Popular Demand: Jonah Edmund Marshall Thoughts

He was robbed. I’ll say it right now: Jonah was robbed. /ref

No but I am pissed that he was yoinked from canon. I can understand why, but I am not happy about it. That being said: let’s begin.

(TW FOR SOURCE EVENTS BEING REFERENCED, INCLUDING ADAM’S THOUGHTS ON HIM IN VOL. 4. JONAH AND ADAM FICTIVES/IRLS READ WITH CAUTION.)

Jonah’s direction in lore was honestly shaping up to be interesting. I’m wondering if they’re going to re-cast his VA or revert him to how Thatcher used to be-a silent character, someone who mostly exists in the background. Because while we hardly know anything about him, he was probably going to have some kind of tie to the police in some way-maybe even the MCPD directly? Maybe they’ll still explore it, even if he doesn’t have a voice anymore.

Fingers crossed Adam deleting him from his contacts didn’t signify the series dropping the character altogether. Alex please don’t do him so dirty like that

ANYWAY.

Since all we’ve got right now is speculation I’m going to go insane and speculate as much as I can, starting with him gearing up to go to law school

The guy evidently cared about school, at least at one point. I’m not saying he was a smartass grade-A student but he was clearly bright enough to get the affirmation of that. I can think of several reasons why he would turn it down, but why BPS? On the off chance it wasn’t just for the Hell of it, why get into a job and stay with it once you start getting into trouble? Wanted-by-the-FBI levels of trouble?

I’m going to ignore the assumption that Adam would manipulate him into staying. 1. I don’t want to throw more dirt on the guy’s name and 2. I just don’t like the thought

So why stay in BPS? Why pick BPS? Was it boredom? Was it a way to distance himself even further from the expectations? Was he gearing up for law school against his wishes? Was this the biggest “fuck you” towards those forcing him that he could do?

And another thing. Adam said that they weren’t friends, that he was Jonah’s best friend, not the other way around. And the implication now is that he (Adam) was never human to begin with. Yet one of the times he shows “human” emotion...Is when he’s calling for Jonah over the radio. This was after a pretty vicious fight, mind you; when he would have every right to agree and assume that he wouldn’t come-and yet he hoped that he would. Despite whatever reservations he held about the guy, he was still hoping he would come for him.

And Jonah likely would have if he were in range! He was clearly tearing himself apart for having the audacity to leave Adam behind. A teaser for Vol. 4 even implies that he did go back for him, if I remember correctly-and knowing what we know now, I can’t help but wonder how their interaction would have gone.

“You’re not really him, are you?”

He never really was.

Going back to the Jonah focus since I started shifting towards Adam, I have so many questions about him. And almost everything starts with why.

Why was he an orphan? Was this retconned, or is there a reason?

Why is he in BPS when he seemed to have what some would consider a bright future in the law?

Why did he even go into law, only to (apparently) back out of it?

What happened to cause that?

And most importantly, who’s idea was it to make his middle name Edmund?

So many questions. And now none may get answered.

I’m crossing my fingers even harder that we get more story for him in the future. He’s got so much-whatever this is. So many ideas on him.

If Alex reveals that the death and contact deletion was him effectively retconning him from canon I’m going to be livid.

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stormywhitelies · 2 years ago

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Quiet Kind of Storm

“It hurts. Please just make it stop hurting. I can’t do this again. Please.” Musa’s whimpers were all Riven could focus on even with the din of the fight all around him. He rushed over, only now being able to see her pupils glowing, more red than purple in the dark lighting, wide with fear and pain, so much pain. The sight cut Riven to the core, his hands shaking as he gripped her shoulders. Her knees started to buckle, so Riven shifted his grip, now supporting almost all of her weight as she cried out, her eyes still glowing. “Hey you’re okay, you’re gonna be okay Musa, just focus on me, okay?”

“Mhm,” she grunted more than said before he felt her mind lock onto his. It was so unlike Rosalind’s harsh presence, it was more a feeling of closeness to her. He found he didn’t mind it nearly as much as he probably should’ve, but instead focused on controlling his feelings, trying to project anything that might be able to ease the pain.

Riven was dimly aware that they were still in the middle of a battleground, but as he started to try and move Musa away from the slowly dispersing fight, she collapsed in his arms. He bundled her up, trying to be “more delicate” this time. Once she was safely tucked into his chest, he broke off in a sprint, rushing to get Musa away from the emotions that overwhelmed her. Branches and greenery lashed at Riven’s face, but for once he didn’t care, all that mattered was the fairy in his arms. She looked so small, so delicate just lying there and it scared him. Musa was anything but delicate, yet she suddenly seemed so fragile. He yet again wished he had taken the time to train her, he knew it wouldn’t help with this flare up of her powers, but seeing her looking so helpless reminded him of the heart-wrenching feeling when he realised she was alone in a school full of people who wanted to hurt her. It was something he never wanted to live through again. He never wanted her to be alone again. Her being in danger sent his panic levels through the roof, but of course it didn’t mean anything, she was just a friend. He was allowed to be scared for a friend, right? Especially when that friend had explicitly asked for your help in order to avoid exactly this situation. He had hoped that by leaving her untrained she wouldn’t have to fight the battle, that she would be far away from danger when it came. He should have realised it meant the opposite. “I’m an idiot aren’t I Musa.” An idiot for refusing to train her. For leaving her alone. For not seeing how much she needed it - needed to be able to hold her own in a world that insisted she was merely support.

Eventually, Riven figured they were far enough from any intrusive minds, so he set Musa down, leaning her limp form against his body. “Muse, you can wake up now, you’re safe. C’mon Musa, just open your eyes, show me you're okay so I can go back to beating your ass in training” Riven pleaded. Thoughts raced through his head; what if the sudden overload had fried her mind, what if she had some injury he hadn’t noticed before, what if– No she would be alright, she had to be. He started to give her body a once over for anything he might have missed but found nothing other than minor scrapes and bruises, so he settled for lightly slapping her cheek in an attempt to wake her. What was he thinking, bringing her away from everyone who could help, who actually knew shit about mind fairies, hell about any fairies. Was there something he was meant to do, say, some kind of fairy restart button? Before he could stress more, his thoughts were interrupted with a groan.

“Riv?” Musa’s eyes fluttered open, revealing that they had reverted to their natural colour, Riven had never been so happy to see those gorgeous brown eyes. “Yeah, Muse, I’m here.” “No, no, they’re back, make it stop, I can't– I can't block them out. They’re stronger than before. Please, no, you have to make it stop.” Riven tucked her into his chest, her head fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck, his hands rubbing slow circles on her back. He couldn’t imagine what she was going through, all these feelings rushing into her head, barely knowing which were her own, the weight of everyone else's baggage crushing her from the inside out, all of this along with the screams from the battle, the pain and loss from both sides. There really was no winning. And there was nothing he could do apart from be there and hope his presence helped in some way, so he held her tight even as she howled long into the night, mourning the return of her powers.

Eventually, Musa calmed down enough for Riven to walk her back to her dorm, albeit with her leaning heavily on him. During the walk back he couldn’t help but look down at her, the fairy facing all her fears, going back into a building that was full of emotions and noise and so much pain. It was impossible not to be in awe. She was brave, she was determined, she was amazing and Riven couldn’t believe she was trusting him with this raw, vulnerable version of herself. Despite all his attempts to play it cool, to push everyone away, she saw him, the scared kid hiding behind the mask of douchebaggery. It terrified him.

It took them a while to walk to the main fairy building given the walk was more of a limp as Musa awkwardly tried to make her way without being entirely carried by Riven, despite his efforts otherwise. “If I can’t walk to my room, I probably shouldn't be there, and if the girls see me like that they’ll get all worried and protective, and they won’t believe I can take care of myself. Plus, they’ll probably threaten to castrate you for even laying a hand on me.” Musa hated that feeling, the one she got when her suite mates looked at her like she was some sort of wounded animal that needed saving, like she was weak, like she needed help, the pity that flowed off them were like waves, resounding and all consuming. She knew they meant well, but it was hard. They had no idea what it was like. And besides, she could take care of herself, she had been for years before they came along. She didn’t need to be protected and wrapped in cotton wool, although her current situation may have implied otherwise, given she was literally almost passed out in Riven’s arms. They would take this as a sure sign she was unable to even survive a fight and if they knew how much her powers hurt her, what she had done to get rid of them, they would never stop trying to protect her. She could only improve by failing, by getting hurt, by falling and getting back up again. Riven knew that, and he never treated her as delicate, with his swords or with his words, yes she ended up on her ass most of the time, but she was learning, she was growing. For some reason it was different with him, he never looked at her like she was less, never felt sorry for her, but also encouraged her to improve, most of the time anyway, when he wasn’t being all “you’ll get yourself killed”.

“Fine but let's at least go slowly” Riven pleaded. He was worried, the closer they got to school, the more she seemed to lean on him, her face paling with each step. He was tempted to ask her to stop and lie down for a while, but he knew it would only insult her strength. She needed this, if she couldn’t even make it indoors, she wouldn’t be able to function in life, he knew how she needed to feel useful and capable. He knew because he felt the same way, even when he fucked up all his relationships, drove everyone away, he was still useful, he had his body, his power, his strength and no one could take that away from him, he could take care of himself, he was independent. Musa faced losing this, if she couldn’t get control of her abilities she wouldn’t be able to even stand without help in public situations, wouldn’t be able to go out, have fun, meet new people. The loss of her freedom would be crippling, if their situations were reversed, he didn’t think he would be able to take it.

With time, they eventually made it to her dorm, but upon entering the suite Musa doubled over, crying out, and Riven figured there were just too many emotions swirling in the atmosphere, so he carefully guided her to his room instead. He set her up on the bed and was preparing to go find someone to bunk with before Musa fixed him with the sweetest look. “Can you stay, Please?” “Won’t I be too loud, I don’t want to make you feel any worse–” “It’s a good kind out loud” Riven just gawked at her, so Musa continued, “It’s like how a storm is quiet, it's so loud everything else fades away. And when you’re at home and the thunder's rolling and you’re snuggled under a rug, you just feel safe.” Riven just laughed, but inside he was beaming, she felt safe with him. How could he say no to that? So he climbed up into his bed with her, their bodies fitting perfectly together. Musa curled into his side, and he knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

The next two parts are up on Ao3 if you want to keep reading!

#rivusa #ftws musa #ftws riven #fate winx saga #fanfic #after the battle in s2 #fluff?

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Jade's Basic Info

Name: Jade Elizabeth Ashton

Faceclaims for Jade were pretty easy to come by. For the 60s, Barbara Bouchet (Casino Royale). For the 80s, Heather Locklear (Firestarter). For the 90s, Julia Stiles (10 Things I Hate About You). And for now, we have a singer named Kailee Morgue.

Nicknames: JJ, Jay, Casper (normally by Erica because of her super pale, ghostly-white skin), and Smartass (also by Erica, but their friends sometimes call her that as well)

Age: 18

Date of Birth: October 19

Zodiac: Libra

Birthstone: Pink tourmaline and opal

Nationality: English, German, French, and American

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthplace: Manhattan, New York

Current Residence: Lakeport, Laconia, NH

Occupation: Cheerleading captain, lead singer in Blissful Chaos, and cashier at Tilly’s in the mall

Talents/Skills: Roller skating, jewelry making, singing, playing cello, and forging signatures

Birth order: Third of five

Siblings: Connor William (21), Amber Olivia (19), Opal Anna (13), and Ruby Jane (10)

Parents: Jackson Harold Ashton and Audrey Madeleine Hastings

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Height: 5’4”

Race: White

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Naturally blonde, but dyed green

Glasses or contact lenses: Has distance glasses but only wears them when driving (which is rarely ever)

Distinguishing features: Tiny music notes tattoo behind her right ear and a tattoo of a marigold and a cosmo flower on her hip

Mannerisms: She never sits still - whether it’s bouncing her foot or tapping her nails, she has to be moving, she can’t sleep without either an air conditioner or a fan on, if she doesn’t have gel polish on, she will bite her nails as far down as possible, and she often stares off into space as she thinks through things in her head, but says the result out loud, confusing almost everyone around.

Health: She was born with one kidney, but she doesn’t drink a lot of alcohol, so it doesn’t bother her much.

Hobbies: Roller derby, photography, wood carving and burning, snowboarding, and soccer

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How easily she spirals into overthinkin and stressing about people’s feelings toward her. While she normally pulls off the easygoing, laid-back attitude, she is anything but. After years of being the cast-aside middle child who strove for her parents’ attention and spent her days and nights praying for perfection that never came, it is overwhelmingly easy for her to revert back to how she used to be - an overthinking, overstressed child hoping to impress those around her to gain their affection.

Best quality (in their opinion): Her intellect, both in the normal sense and in the emotional sense. While she was great in school and had near-perfect grades since she started, Jade believes there was more to it. She loved being able to help others who couldn’t understand things in classes without making them feel stupid. Despite being one of the head cheerleaders, she always tried to be aware of who she was around and how to make them feel comfortable around her so they knew they had her as a friend - without statuses or cliques getting in the way.

Biggest fear: Abandonment. While growing up, her family’s main focus was on her siblings and Jade was cast aside. Connor excelled at anything academic, Amber was a gifted musician, Opal was the dancer, Ruby was the artist, and Jade was just Jade. She wasn’t gifted in any one thing and, while she was successful in academics and music, it wasn’t anything her parents didn’t already have, effectively casting her aside. After being left at school more than once and forgotten at home while her family vacationed in Europe, abandonment settled in her bones, leaving her feeling empty. Meeting Erica and her friends, being roped into their band, and finding a place to belong, gave Jade the sense of family that she had missed since she was a child. Now, the fear of that being taken away keeps her up at night.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite ice cream: Neopolitan

Favorite color: Green

Favorite number: 8, the number of times it took Erica to convince her to audition for the band

Favorite songs: The Night We Met by Lord Huron, Are You Satisfied? by MARINA, Family Line by Conan Gray

A place they want to visit: Reykjavík, Iceland

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moonchild-things · 2 years ago

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Senpai’s True Abilities

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

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KAGEYAMA WASN’T EXPECTING THIS TO HAPPEN, SEEING his number being held up by Suga. He wasn’t expecting to be subbed out like this. Though even he knew that he was speeding up too much. Hell, Tsukishima completely missed that last set he sent him. Perhaps he was just getting too overwhelmed over this game. He could only blame Oikawa for that, the Great King was getting under Kageyama’s skin.

He walked over to take his number from his senpai, gets some encouraging words from him, and walked over to wait to be subbed back in. All the while, he was thinking of how this was reminding him of his time in middle school. He had gotten so far on this new team as well. His team has trust in him, most of them anyway, and he has someone who can hit his quick sets. Though that didn’t matter at the moment now that he was being subbed out of the game.

A shout from Shōyō broke him from his thoughts as he approached the rest of his team. “I said I’d be the one that defeats you!”

Yamaguchi whisper-shouted at him, “Hinata, you’re gonna get in trouble-”

“So don’t lose to anyone else before that!” He continued to passionately shout, disregarding his friend's warning.

The rest of the team watched the two of them with wide eyes. Most of them were inspired by Shōyō’s constant, blazing passion for this sport. The way that Shoyo constantly did everything he could to challenge Kageyama. Kageyama stared at him for a moment before he pursed his lips, “The match isn’t over yet, so I haven’t lost.” everyone could see the way that Shōyō's eyes gleamed at that.

Yamaguchi then came up behind Shōyō and grabbed his arms to haul him backward, “You’re going to get in trouble!”

Endo laughed at the rambunctious group, “you guys always seem to be full of energy!” It was quite entertaining to watch them like this. The lively first-years were so full of energy over this sport. Though as he watched Kageyama talk with their coach and then head over to the rest of the team, he had a sinking feeling.

Kageyama was reverting back to his old ways, in some capacity. While he hadn’t gotten upset and shouted at anyone, he was slowly speeding up his plays which was causing no one to be able to spike anything. Endo knew that Kageyama had been humbled by the team and wasn’t as much of a tyrant as he used to be. Though it's only been a short time, there's no telling if he might go back to his old ways. Especially in a game against his old teammates, that would definitely bring up some bad memories.

One upside to this was that Endo is more than glad to see that Suga was on the court. He knew that Suga belonged on the court since he’s also a talented setter. Not a prodigy like Kageyama, but Suga has a connection with everyone on the team that made him easy to work with. He lost his spot as a starting player, so Endo was just a tiny bit grateful to see Kageyama on the bench. Even if it's for a short while, he's happy to see Suga play!

He smirked widely as the younger setter marched over to them. “Don’t you worry about anything, Little King.” Endo patted Kageama’s head, “Suga can hold down the fort while you calm yourself down.”

The younger boy swatted away Endo’s hand roughly, “Don’t call me king!”

Endo just chuckled, the cheeky expression on his handsome face not moving at all. “To be fair, I called you Little King.”

“Shut up!”

With Suga now on the court, the game continued on. Sakura thought to herself about how interesting it would be to see how the third-year worked with the team. After all, he lost his starting position to Kageyama. She couldn’t really imagine what Suga might have felt about that, though she’s been around him long enough to know that he isn’t necessarily jealous of that. Perhaps a little bit, but Suga wants the team to succeed. So Sakura likes to think that he would put the success of the team over his own wish to play on the court. Besides, he was getting to play now, so he didn’t have to be on the bench the entire tournament.

Aoba Johsai served the Karasuno which was received perfectly. While Tanaka tried to spike it over thanks to Suga’s set, it was still saved and passed to Oikawa. Though when he tried to give Iwaizumi a clear path for a spike, they were blocked by Karasuno's glasses-wearing middle blocker.

“Denied!” Shimada laughed smugly, “I guess they figured out they’d be aiming straight forward.”

“Right? Well done. The blockers switched places right before the opponent’s spike.” Takinoue explained just how Suga and Tsukishma switched their spots to stop Aoba Johsai’s number four.

Sakura pursed her lips and glanced down at her camera. The photo of the block stared back at her. It was a perfect shot of Tsukishima blocking the spike, it encapsulated his focus and strength on that block. His golden eyes were wide as he stared through the net at his opponent. Sakura will admit that she’d never seen him express an emotion other than smugness and annoyance, so seeing him appear almost determined gave her pause. Tsukishima is good at what he does, and he is smart. Though that doesn’t make him any less of an asshole. Sakura clicked her tongue and focused back on the game. She’s allowed to think that he was talented and a jerk at the same time.

The next point was played with Tukishima serving it. Shimada exclaimed, “Whoa, they totally returned it!” Which Aoba Johsai did in fact receive the ball and passed it to Oikawa.

Takinoue questioned, “Are they gonna do a quick?” Though even if they did a quick, Shōyō was there to make the block and get Karasuno the point. That earned him some praise from Suga who ruffled his hair. Suga seemed to be really good at giving some advice on plays and such.

Endo cheered along with the others. He gazed at all of his friends happily as his blue eyes sparkled. Though there was a small, bitter part of him that kind of wished to be with them. To play alongside his fellow third-years. After all, it was the four of them that decided to take Karasuno to nationals when they were first-years. It took until this year for it to happen, but still. Then again, he always told them that he would do it for their sake. Endo didn’t care about winning nationals or any tournament for that matter. Being with his friends was what mattered, getting to have a real bond with them was his goal. So sue him for being even the tiny bit sad about not getting to be on the court with them.

A few more points were played with it being obvious that Suga was an amazing team player. He just provided the team pointers and strategic plays just about every point that was played. The point gap between the two teams would fluctuate, though Aoba Johsai kept the lead the entire time. Eventually, it was then Oikawa’s turn to serve. As per usual, it wasn’t a good thing since he got a point on his first serve due to both Nishinoya and Tanaka going after it.

“Now he’s aiming between them,” Shimada grunted.

Takinoue shook his head, “He’s aiming at the optimal spot!”

“It’s almost frustrating how strategical he is,” Sakura huffed.

Oikawa served again, though this time it was a soft serve that no one was ready for. The score was now 24-15 with Aoba Johsai obviously in the lead. It was match point. This meant that the Aoba Johsai was most likely going to win this since Sakura didn't see Karasuno catching up at this point. It was still a bit impressive that her brother's team kept up with them. That’s one way that she can look at it. She was told to be optimistic and find a good aspect to situations, so she’s doing just that. Karasuno held up against Aoba Johsai pretty well. They most likely won’t win, but they did better when compared to other teams in the tournament, in her mind.

“Seijoh at their set point. Damn.” Takinoue pouted, “Just how many points did that guy’s serves get them?”

“If volleyball had an ultimate play,” Shimada hummed in thought, “it’d be to take 25 points just by serving, not giving your opponent even a single chance. That’s what a service ace is.”

Sakura pursed her lips. Was it bad that she figured Oikawa could certainly do that? Maybe, maybe not. She could believe that with his skill set, against the right team, Oikawa probably could win an entire set just because of his serves. Then again that’s only assuming that whoever he plays against wouldn’t be able to adapt to his serves at all. His serves are strong for sure, but a player could learn how to receive them eventually.

Daichi was able to save the ball after calling out for it. It was returned to the other side of the net by Asahi with a back attack. Though Hanamaki saved it at the last second which basically gave Karasuno a chance ball. Shōyō used it for a direct attack and tried to spike it over the net, but it was so soft that it was easy for Iwaizumi to receive. Kindaichi jumped up to spike the ball, himself and Oikawa quite confident in this being the set winning point. Though before he could get that point, Shōyō was there to block it. The ball went soaring towards the back of Seijoh’s court which meant that Watari had to chase after it. For a brief moment, as the ball hit the floor, everyone was in awe. Karasuno was keeping their head afloat in this match, it seemed.

Though when the referee blew the whistle, he made it clear that it was Seijoh’s point. The ball that Shōyō had blocked had gone out of bounds!

“It’s out?!” The alumni screeched together. Sakura sighed heavily and slumped against the railing. Even she had been holding her breath when it had hit the floor. Maybe for a moment she even felt a spark of shock and hope in her chest. Though despite her brother’s best effort, it didn’t work out in their favor. Oh well.

“Damnit!” Endo whined out in English, frustrated with the outcome. He leaned against Ennoshita and buried his head into his shoulder as he seemed to weep. “That was so dramatic, but it would have been such an underdog move for us to get that point!”

Ennoshita tried to push his senpai away from him, “hey, get off!” Though Endo just continued to wallow and hang off of him, much to his chagrin.

“We’re switching sides.” Ukai told the team, “Let’s go!”

The boys then all trudged over to swap places, a bit disheartened by the end of the set. Though they moved on since they were determined to do better in this next set. Just because they lost the first set didn’t mean that they were out of this for good.

“We’ll go as-is with our second set,” Ukai told the team.

“Right!”

He nodded his head, “Since the most troublesome thing we’re facing is Oikawa’s serves, we’ll be charging up our defense to maximize efficiency with few players. When Oikawa does his super-fast serves, even the slightest hesitation or faltering is deadly. So we’ll use Nishinoya and Sawamura, the few who received his serves, to counter. It’s a formation we’ve never used in practice. But considering it’s you guys…”

“We can do it.” Nishinoya and Daichi chorused together.

Shoyo’s eyes sparkled at his senpais, “So cool.”

As they finished up discussing the game plan, Asahi handed Endo his water bottle. “Here.”

Endo hummed, “you need this more than me, you’re playing after all!”

“Still, you gotta drink something too,” Asahi said while forcing his friend to take it. He’s gotta look out for him from time to time, as any good friend should.

“All right, all right, mom.” Endo sassed as he grabbed it from him and took an exaggerated swig from the bottle.

Asahi laughed lightly, “just making sure you’re okay.”

Endo whipped his lips, “I should be doing that dummy, the most workout I’m getting today is shouting.” It’s not like he was the one playing his heart out on the court and ending up tired.

“I know, I can hear you over just about everything.” Asahi wouldn’t comment that he could hear most of Endo’s cheering was mainly just for him, but it was implied. He also certainly wouldn’t comment on how flustered it made him, that’s for another time.

Endo shrugged his shoulders, “We both know I’m good at being loud.”

Asahi sputtered as the statement settled in his mind. He blushed heavily, “Joji don’t say stuff like that!”

He paused for a moment, thought about what he just said before smirking widely, “Whaaat?” Endo’s sharp blue eyes peered at Asahi with his usual teasing glint in them. “I’m just saying I’m good at cheering you guys on, what are you thinking about Asahi~?” Asahi was growing slightly heated under Endo’s intense, teasing gaze, and didn’t dare look at his friend. Before Asahi could respond to Endo, even though from his flustered expression it didn't seem like he could, the referee blew the whistle. Asahi was more than glad to abandon that embarrassing situation with his teasing friend as he practically sprinted back onto the court. Endo just laughed loudly at his retreating figure.

Kinoshita stared at the interaction with furrowed eyebrows, “why are you teasing him so much?”

Endo turned to him with his own furrowed eyebrows at the ridiculous question, “He’s my best friend! Why wouldn’t I? Do you feel left out, huh?” Endo then pouted, “Want me to tease you too, Kin-kun?”

The second-year quickly shook his head, “No, no.” There was no need for him to endure Endo’s teasing like what Asahi gets. Though him, and just about the rest of the team, knew that it wasn’t just teasing between Asahi and Endo.

Endo then set his sight on the other quiet second-year that he caught staring at them as well. “What about you, Narita?”

“Please no.” Narita grimaced, “Just focus on the game.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?!”

All the boys then lined up for the next set. An air of determination was clouding around the entire court. Karasuno was determined not to let Seijoh run over them to win another set. Though Seijoh seemed just as determined to not let Karasuno win any set at all. It was going to be even more intense now than it was before.

“Oh?” Shimada tilted his head as they stared down at the formations of the teams. “Looks like Karasuno changed up their rotation a bit for the second set, and Seijoh kept it the same as the first set.”

Takinoue pursed his lips, “I wonder why they changed it, though.”

Sakura raised an eyebrow, already noticing why they would have done it.“They’ve got Nishinoya and Daichi basically adjacent to Oikawa.” She glanced at the older men from the corner of her eyes, seeing that they were giving her their undivided attention. “They’re the best receivers the team has against Oikawa, maybe besides Endo. They’re trying to combat his monster serves at this point.” It was a logical assumption to make. Perhaps it was because she had some insider information about the team, but Daichi and Nishinoya were the best at receiving, not matter who spiked it or served. It made sense that Karasuno would want to try and keep the two of them in the perfect space to make those receives.

On the court with the benchwarmers, Shōyō seemed to be buzzing in place as he talked with Kageyama. “Sugawara-san gives you nice compliments when you get one in!” He exclaimed with a large smile as he turned to Kageyama.

Kageyama just replied boredly, “I see…”

Endo, hearing the first-years talking about Suga, bend down and smirked. “Of course he does, he’s one of the sweetest guys out there, you know!” He boasted about his friend, “He can read most people quite easily, and knows just what to say to make them feel good!” Endo says ‘most’ since, from time to time, Suga can usually read him. The blond is just pretty good at hiding his ulterior motives and his true feelings. Years and years of practice of this gave him the ability to hide his emotions even from the most observant. Even with that though, there are times when someone can get in through his mask. Though that’s rare, and it’s usually only just one specific person.

Ennoshita then also butted into the conversation, “It’s not like being overly buddy-buddy, but I think he says what he does based on the spikers’ expressions and how they’re doing that day.” He explained, “And unlike the second and third-years, I’m sure for Tsukishima, there are a lot of things he doesn’t know about Sugawara-san.” A sour expression then drifted onto Kageyama’s face which caused Ennoshita to chuckle. “‘Why do I have to match what I do with how others are feeling especially Tsukishima, that jerk?’ That’s what’s written on your face.”

Kageyama jumped, “Th-that’s not what I…” Shōyō snickered at the setter being called out, which earned him getting attacked by Kageyama in retaliation.

“But Kageyama,” Ennoshita said, ignoring the fact that Shōyō was now fighting for his life at the moment, “if Hinata-kun seems to have a hard time hitting the ball, you switch things up, right?”

“Yes, because he misses easily,” Kageyama said bluntly, which caused Shōyō to deflate. Endo just patted the orange-haired boy in comfort, though he was entertained by his plight.

“I think that everyone else also has their own techniques and that affects how they hit the ball. I might sound biased, but…” He smiled widely, “I think our spikers are pretty skilled.”

Kageyama pursed his lips, “I think that, too, but…”

“Then, if they were all able to hit the ball with 100% of their ability, don’t you think they’d be able to break through a block?” It seemed like that gave Kageyama to think about.

Endo then raised his hand, gaining their attention, “I may not be volleyball smart like you guys, but even I know it’s best to build up your team.” He shrugged his shoulders, “Having a good social standing with the team and knowing how your teammate's tick can be useful. Which is why Suga does so well!” If there’s one thing he understands, it’s how to be a sociable person. His father had instilled in him to be affable yet calculating. Watching how people react to certain things and what to do to affect that. In his line of work, it’s usually a good skill to have for business deals and such. Before the group could say anything else to each other, they were interrupted by the squeals of the crowd.

Shōyō gasped as they looked back to the court, “It’s the Great King’s turn to serve!”

“Oh?” Shimada hummed, “Looks like twin-chan was right.”

“The reason they changed things up a bit from the first set is …to bring this rotation around when it’s Oikawa’s turn to serve,” Takinoue said before he and Shimada turned down to the girl beside them. “How did you figure that out before us?” They were former volleyball players who understand the game from that standpoint, so how had she seen that before them?

Sakura shrugged her shoulders, “I’m good at observing things.” As long as someone paid attention, they could see the subtle plays and strategies that a team would come up with. For example, Aoba Johsai hadn’t changed their lineup because they’re confident in this formation winning another set. It had happened before, so why would they change what had worked?

Oikawa then jumped to hit his serve, which Daichi was able to save on the first try. The formation really did work! Suga then set the ball for Tanaka, getting them a point thanks to a wipeout. The spirit was raised as Karasuno all shouted in victory. The first point had gone to them!

Shimada shouted out, “They broke the serve streak!”

“Let’s go, baldy!” Endo screamed alongside his teammates. This was going to be an interesting set. He could feel it in his bones.

Sakura watched the game, taking photos at the optimal times while a feeling was growing in her chest. The score was neck and neck for this set. Unlike before, Kararsuno wasn’t stuck behind at all. They were not letting this set get away from them even a little bit. Once again, it almost gave Sakura a lick of hope for this game. Though the realist in her had to squash it. If she starts having hope that they’ll win, she’ll just be thoroughly disappointed when they don’t. She can’t even imagine how destroyed the boys will be over it.

At this point, the score for the game was 13-14, in Karasuno’s favor! Finally a lead for the crows! Takinoue seemed about ready to start jumping around at this development, “All right! They’re equal in the second set!”

“Yeah, but the blockers are keeping up.” Shimada sighed, speaking out Sakura’s own thoughts. They watched a few more points being played and Shimada observed, “It feels like their spikes are going through our setter a lot more.”

Takinoue hummed, “Yeah.”

Oikawa served again and Tanaka was meant to spike it but was blocked, Seijoh was able to gain the lead once more. Now with a score of 15-14 in Seijoh’s favor, who knew where this game was going. Seijoh could win this right here if they just keep Karasuno at bay. Though the crows were certainly not going down without a fight and were doing their best to keep up.

The trio in the stands all seemed to slump at the turn of events. “Seijoh just scored multiple points,” Shimada commented.

Sakura clicked her tongue, “If this keeps up, Aoba Johsai might not be stopped.”

“A break happens when the momentum changes…” Takinoue trailed off, “Don’t let Seijoh get it now.”

If she had to choose who was better, Sakura wouldn’t know who was a better setter between Kageyama and Suga. Before, she might have said Kageyama due to him being a prodigy. Though she might say Suga just to spite the king. However, after this game, Suga was just as strong and threatening as Kageyama. Sure, they were threats for quite different reasons, but they were important to the team. Kageyama has raw, monstrous skill and terrifying accuracy. Though Suga makes up for any sort of prodigal magic that Kageyama might have with his own strategy and social skills with the team. They both have their skill sets, their strengths, and weaknesses, but there was no definite answer to who would be better. At least, that’s the conclusion that Sakura has come to.

Everyone then noticed how Ukai called Kageyama over to him. It seemed like he was going to finally be called back into the game. After Asahi was able to get a point thanks to Daichi’s receive and Suga’s set, that’s just what happened. Suga was pulled out of the game, gave them some encouraging words, talked with Ukai, and then headed back to the bench.

Endo greeted his friend with a large smile, “You did amazing out there!”

Suga appreciated the encouragement as he approached them while whipping his eyes slightly. Ukai’s subtle comment about getting to play again had gotten to him a little bit as he grew teary. “Not good enough-”

“Now, now. Don’t say something like that! What is it you usually say to us,” Endo put a hand on his chin as if in thought before striking Suga in the stomach harshly, “to be positive!”

Suga groaned at the punch to his gut. So this is what it felt like when he did it to his friends. Maybe he should reconsider attacking them like this if it hurt… then again, it was usually fun to do it. Oh, well.

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campus nights reagan soft quotes

“that’s my neurotic but lovable roommate, Reagan.”

“Reagan smiles, deep dimples popping out.”

“Reagan reappears in green with her hair down, looking like she walked out of a salon.”

“Well, he’d be a fool to turn you down,” I tell her honestly. Reagan is the kind of pretty that you wish only existed on the pages of a magazine or on TV.”

“Reagan smiles. I freaking love her dimples.”

“Putting makeup on Reagan is fun. She’s so naturally beautiful I probably couldn’t make her look bad if I tried,”

“Reagan is a theater major, and according to Dakota, she kicks ass in the school plays.”

“Can you do this for my date?” Reagan makes a circle in front of her face.

“Absolutely, but you don’t need my help to look gorgeous.”

“The green gown she wears could have been made specifically with her in mind. She looks exquisite. That’s my first thought, but the longer she’s on the stage, the more I fall into her character. I smile as the clock strikes midnight, she bows her head and slowly walks backward until she disappears behind the curtain. After the rehearsal, she comes down off the front of the stage and finds me in the third row.

“What did you think?”

I pull her into a tight hug. “You are so talented, Reagan.” I let her go to look her in the eye, so she knows how much I mean it, and then I hug her again.”

“She’s so damn talented,”

“Reagan looked as hot as she always does”

“I also don’t like anyone talking to my friends that way. Especially Reagan. She’s so sweet and nice.

The Reagan I know is gentle, slow to jump into a conversation, and has never been one to get in the middle of an argument.”

“She’s reverted back to looking timid and unsure, quiet. Now I know she has some fight in her, I want to see it again.

“You were scrappy back there.”

“Mean girls are the worst. Old wounds, I guess.”

I can’t imagine why anyone would be mean to Reagan. Aside from generally being one that hangs back out of the center of attention, she’s just so sweet and good. She has a way about her that makes people want to be friends with her. I know that’s how it was for me. The second I saw her, I wanted to talk to her and find out more about her. Being ridiculously hot probably had something to do with that too, if I’m honest.”

“She’s outspoken, funny,”

“He ducks his head and speaks quietly so only I can hear, “Just be you. Beautiful, talented Reagan.”

“Her face lights up. “That’s where I know you. The Christmas play was beautiful. You looked like a real angel up there.”

“Thank you so much.”

Adam grins down at me. “Reagan’s ridiculously talented.”

My face warms.”

“She’s the kind of girl who deserves big diamonds and opportunities to show them off.”

“You’re fearless. I admire that.”

“You are the coolest girl I’ve ever known.

You’re smart, talented, kind, and gorgeous.”

“She shoots a grin over at me, and damn, she’s stunning. I’m totally gone for her.”

“A talented, beautiful actress. She couldn’t fix a broken arm or do anything that she’d think is heroic, but she is the single bravest person I know. The core of who she is reminds me a lot of that doctor from long ago. She inspires me every day to pay it forward. Ten thousand people, but none of them have made me feel like her.”

“You did a great job yesterday. You found your fire. I know that I’ve been hard on you, but it’s because I know you can do better. You just need to believe in yourself. Not the character. You.”

“I think I’m starting to.”

“But tonight, I’m feeling pretty ridiculous too. Ridiculously lucky, ridiculously happy, and absolutely, ridiculously in love. Anything’s possible. It’s a one and a million kind of night.”

“You’re pretty amazing. You know that?”

“She’s nice, beautiful too. She has these dimples that I can’t stop staring at.”

“My best friend is tough as nails.”

“beautiful and talented”

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theficblog · 2 years ago

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CONCERN

MARK LEE

Prologue: When you start with your period in public, your clueless boyfriend Mark can't help but freak out.

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 925

Prompt: "It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out."

Warnings: Menstruation

It was the late morning of a bright, sunny Tuesday. The sky was blue, as if it had been crayoned by some little kid of five. The fluffy, airy, and white clouds hung in the sky, as if they were intentionally hung up with threads. The Sun marked its presence too, but decided to be a bit gentle on humankind. The scenario probably fitted well in the Windows Wallpaper category.

This day was perfect for the Summer Fest. The ground was lively, full of chit-chat and cheers. There were a plethora of stalls, selling everything ranging from brownies to physics books. Banners filled with all possible colours of the rainbow adorned the place. Bubbles that some of the middle school kids blew were drifting aimlessly. To your right was a busking team, covering classic summer songs, and to your left was your boyfriend, Mark, also humming the same songs.

"This just can’t be summer love~" He continued to murmur as his eyes wandered around, his fingers intervened with yours. He seemed to be chill yet fascinated by everything. He occasionally greeted some people with smiles. Everyone at the school knew him. He had always been a member of clubs and councils.

Mark was social, and he was awkwardly social. He never missed a chance to give high-fives to little kids from primary school. He wasn't averse to approaching strangers and striking up a conversation.

"Yo! I wonder how do they like actually make it? Do they sew it or what?" He voiced pointing to a stall of handmade rugs. "No but I guess they just, make it?" You answered with intellect, making him burst into laughter. His laugh was contagious, ever so gleeful.

"Alright, I’ll go and get us some ice-cream." You announced as you began moving to the front. "I’ll get Cookies and Cream." Mark reverted back.

Just when you had barely taken four steps or more, you heard your name being called, or rather yelled-to put it in a better way.

"Yo! Y/N!" Mark screamed at an unbearable pitch, forcing you to turn around. What was going on?

He paced towards you. Only if he was that much of a pacer, he’d make into the school athletics team. Grabbing you by the arm, he pulled you towards a corner. He made you stand with your back to the wall, while he positioned himself in front of you. You were astonished to say the least.

"You-you’re BLEEDING?!" He exclaimed. Panic had taken over his face, his eyebrows were furrowed. His shining black eyes were ready to pop out and his mouth was left hanging open. "Are you alright? Why are you bleeding?" He persisted in his interrogation.

On the inside, you questioned your decision to opt for white denims today. It had now become a habit for your menstrual cycle to commence at any point of time it felt like. You were at a constant war with your uterus. You recalled the last time you almost fainted due to the unbearable, excruciating pain. Menstruation could sometimes be such a bitch.

Mark, on the other hand, still stood the same. He was sweating, and it was certainly not because of the summer heat. He held his phone in his hands, constantly taking glances at it and then at you. He was visibly worried.

"Y/N let’s go the doctor. What the hell is happening?!"Although it was not ethically correct, seeing him in this state made you want to chuckle. He was afraid that you would die from a massive blood loss.

"Calm down, okay! Calm down! We got this!" He suggested you calm down with sheer anxiety taking over his own voice. Ironic.

"It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out." You reassured him, breaking your silence before he dialed 911, taking his hands in yours and softly caressing them with your thumbs. "Easy, Marky, It’s just a period" You explained.

He appeared to be more at ease. "Have you been skipping your Biology lessons?" You questioned him with a giggle. Mark was embarrassed, not due to the fact that you started bleeding in public, but because he thought he had made a fool of himself. His ears were now red, like fresh tomatoes plucked off of a farm.

"Is that a normal amount though?" He joked. An evident blush took over his cheeks, as his Bambi like eyes curved into crescents.

"Hang on." He implied. His hands reached the collards of his plaid, red full sleeved shirt, which he put on un-buttoned over a simple white tee, despite the weather.

He was likely to remove it and assist you in masking the scarlet blood stain that glinted through your white slacks. It was thoughtful of him. You grinned to yourself as you pondered it.

"Mark, No! I can just change." You remarked this while pointing to the black straps of your bag-pack slung over your shoulder. It was always a wise move to carry an extra pair of clothes, just in case.

"Ahh, yeah, that-that’s a better option." He nodded.

Just as you came out of the washroom, changed into another pair of pants, that absolutely hid all the evidence of the crime scene, you saw Mark, standing with two ice cream cones in his hands, struggling to keep his eyes open in the sun that was now scorching and the gentle wind that flew past his brown locks, covering his forehead.

"Nutty Belgian Dark Chocolate, just the way you like it."

If anything was sweeter than that ice cream at the moment, it was Mark.

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izusun · 3 years ago

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*hands you an AU dump to hoard like a little goblin handing a small coin to a dragon*

OKAY so basically: after the doctor's visit where Izuku learns he's quirkless (I hc that they went when he was about five n' a half), Inko does a little bit of research on quirks and more specifically on her son's notebooks, learns that he's even more brilliant at quirk analysis than she originally suspected, and (after looking at some not great quirkless statistics) she instead informs Izuku that no, he's had a quirk all along! It's an analysis quirk!

So she updates the quirk registry, and Izuku goes through his life believing he has an analysis quirk, albeit teased for being a late bloomer, but he still can't shake the insecurity being quirkless for that one and a half year gave him.

He does research on all sorts of things, hacking, knife throwing, first aid, and building his own support gear and takes to all of it like a duck to water. He also does research on UA's policy for support gear in the entrance exam (cause surely they've gotta have a policy for non-offensive quirks like Koda and Hagakure) and finds that he can take one with him if he builds it himself. He goes fuckin bonkers.

Anyways: he trains with Katsuki, cause they're relationship is pretty good since Izuku has a 'quirk.' They both demolish the entrance exam. (Also Izuku kinda swears a lot because Katsuki rubs off on him)

Aizawa doesn't notice a goddamn thing is amiss until the battle trials on the second day (he decides to shadow All Might that day), where when he was using his quirk to silence his students while Izuku was rambling, he just didn't stop, as if he didn't notice anything was wrong. It happens again during the USJ.

So at some point during the sports festival, Nedzu (who is now intrigued because of Aizawa's complaining) invites Izuku into his office during a free period and lets him go ham on analysis, all while Aizawa is secretly there erasing Izuku's 'quirk.' Nedzu invites Izuku to be his personal student (making Aizawa go grey), he says yes, and then Nedzu drops the absolute BOMBSHELL that Izuku is actually quirkless. Cue an existential crisis.

(Also Izuku gets captured at the training camp alongside Katsuki because of his "analysis quirk," wonder how well that goes for him~)

- Goblin anon (sorry this one was kinda long)

GOBLIN?? DUDE???? HOLY SHIT I KNEW YOUR AUS ARE ALWAYS PHENOMENAL BUT THIS RIGHT HERE??? D U D E

i misunderstood the prompt a bit but i genuinely don’t know how to backtrack, so here you go goblin. sorry again o(TヘTo)

ok first of, inko taking on a stronger stance to support her son? love that of her. like, she doesn’t say sorry when izuku turned to look at her and cried that he can’t be like all might. instead, she took him in her arms and assures him that he will be a great hero. at first, of course half of it is lip service because she doesn’t know how to help her quirkless boy be a hero, since, you know, heroes need quirks.. (or do they)

and then she comes across a quirkless self help group which rang many many warning bells in her head. what kind of life do quirkless people live when a google research of them resulted in subsequent pages of results like how to stay safe when quirkless, or how to find jobs when quirkless, or quirkless mortality rates?

she fears for izuku, until she notices that her son’s smart. too smart for his age, but inko thought she’s just being biased. but izuku’s wit is something many people notice, for an instance, when izuku goes to the park to play and his friends’ (the few ones who stayed) parents tell her that her son’s smart for a quirkless person, she realizes that izuku’s wit is far more vast than normal.

then a thought worms into her head but wouldn’t it be bad to lie…but also, no one would be any the wiser.

further pushed by all the statistics she keeps seeing, or the lack thereof, about quirkless people, she makes the decision and pours it to izuku.

izuku who’s far smarter than his age and understood what his mom is asking from him. izuku who already saw the disparities between quirked and quirkless people at the tender age of five. izuku who knows what it means to lie about something as personal as a quirk, but realizes that it’s necessary for him to do so if he wants to live a “normal” life.

so he agrees; he tells inko that he’ll work even harder to sharpen his mind, and to keep expanding his knowledge.

when izuku’s quirk file is officially updated, he watches how his peers and teachers revert back into treating him as izuku. he regains his old friends, but he chose to drop them because he doesn’t want to surround himself with people who thought he was less for being quirkless.

katsuki stayed, surprisingly. katsuki stayed and everyday he kept bothering izuku to “get your quirk already!” katsuki stayed because he can’t fathom that the smartest boy in their class (of course not as smart as him, psshh) is quirkless. deku couldn’t be quirkless. (but if he found out that izuku, indeed, is, i wonder what would happen…)

katsuki was one of the loudest to celebrate when izuku announced that his quirk arrived.

“finally!” he screams and bothers izuku about the semantics of his quirk. he really wasn’t surprised to find out that izuku has an analysis quirk because he thought that nothing else would better be suited for izuku.

he doesn’t know that izuku pours so much of his time into learning and studying, often bypassing basics and intros to take more of the developed courses that are usually recommended for older ages. he doesn’t know that izuku is just a naturally smart kid with the ability to fill the gaps of his young mind with knowledge upon knowledge, storing and stacking them until he feels that he’s laid a sturdy foundation for his fake quirk.

then izuku began threading into different areas. he learns how to get into cyberspaces; hacking into accounts and delving more into how to access private information. he doesn’t thread too close lest he gets caught, but he learns the logistics of maneuvering around the web and burrowing in empty spaces to branch out his own. he creates and designs web algorithms for himself, just so he doesn’t trigger anyone who is looking into the web movements. he hones this and uses it to access more information.

then when he deems it enough, he turns his attention to something more tangible and something more physical. he learns other ways to be a hero; how to fight without a physical quirk, how to win against bigger opponents, how to use analysis quirk in fights.

izuku becomes more than a fake analysis quirk user; he creates it.

mental quirks are hard to describe, more so to compress, thus he creates new definitions of an analysis quirk. what used to be a silly lie is now a tangible fact that izuku believes in. because what makes a quirk? because what makes analysis a quirk? he learns these semantics (often political) and uses it to his advantage.

then he finally threads to hero analysis. at first it were classmates he analyzed; eyes running quickly at their forms and watching with great interest before calculating everything he’s seen and transversing it with the things he learned, and bridges these two facts together to create an analysis. it was a struggle at first: he didn’t know which to put emphasis on until he realizes, he doesn’t need to. he weaves them together and lets his analysis run long and watches how his hobby comes into fruition.

following his classmates are current heroes. these were more tough and more fun, and any of the information is less shared. he doesn’t tell his classmates or teachers about his analyses, only katsuki. and katsuki’s breath hitch every damn time at izuku’s talent quirk.

it is in their second year of middle school that midoriya begins to incorporate the facts with himself to create physical performances. the issues and things he learned through observing are now practiced by himself. he calculates the best way to fight with a body as petite as his, often taking examples from pro-hero hawks and other women heroes. their agilities and physicality suit izuku’s young body; he doesn’t see the merit in punching his way through things when he physically cannot.

so he learns ways to ease his muscles. he learns ballet and gymnastics; lets his muscles contort and mend themselves anew. he finds his balance and roots himself firmly, and learns to calculate his actions so he doesn’t waste his energy. katsuki doesn’t say anything, but he sees izuku’s dance and falls in love.

then in the spring of their third year of middle school, izuku learns how to build and handle weapons.

this is the easiest. izuku learns that weapons aren’t tools, but extensions of his arms and hands. they are not to be revered and not to be depended on because they can fail. instead, he learns to wield weapons as though they are parts of his bodies. he learns how to use swords and often narrowing to wooden sticks that can be picked up anywhere; he learns how to fire guns and how to hide daggers in his uniform. he learns that his body is the best weapon to use and that tools are just arsenal to help him win.

then he learns how to build them.

by summer, izuku begins reaching into UA’s servers. they are hard codes to crack, but not impossible. it takes him five days to access old entrance exam videos. the next day, the videos are snuffed and he is left to try digging deeper into UA.

he fails.

nezu must have caught onto his codes and proceeded to build walls against it.

so he slithers out. but a five minute video of last year’s entrance exam is enough for izuku because he learns two things: one, heroes must defeat villains and two, heroes must save others.

izuku prepares for this. unknowingly, katsuki is taught these same principles. katsuki would grumble and tell him that he knows what heroes must do, but izuku continues to hammer it down to him.

by the time of the UA entrance exam, izuku falls into the ease of having a fake quirk. he passes the written exam with flying colours and although it took three teachers to approve his support gears (present mic had to pull in powerloader, midnight, and hound dog to ensure that the well designed support gears are made by the hero student examinee and not by a support student examinee. majima saw the works and begged nezu to allow izuku to be his student.), izuku still succeeds and dominates the entrance exam.

when the zero pointer was released, he had flung himself towards the girl crushed by debris and yanks her out. he doesn’t waste a modified grenade to explode the zero pointer because through his calculations, doing so would not only create more collateral damage, but would also endanger the examinee in his arms because she still would be caught in the crossfire.

nezu hums in appreciation from the screening room, after all, smart minds always do think alike.

izuku gets a whopping 92 in the physical aspects of the entrance exam.

katsuki gets 85.

aizawa gleefully takes them in.

izuku thinks that no one will ever know of his and inko’s secret, but one look at nezu’s beady eyes and he knew that the stoat knew. it became a game to them, then. a game to see who else would realize.

and while izuku is smart, he doesn’t realize that nezu has basically taken him as his personal student the moment he and izuku had created a bet.

it takes two months for aizawa to figure things out. surprisingly, he is the only one to do so and he only realizes due to the many untimely attacks of LoV.

——

how angst would it be if katsuki realizes that izuku’s always been quirkless during their captivity in the LoV’s hideout.

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street-smarts00 · 3 years ago

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Eavesdropping

Midoriya x f!reader

Summary: Y/n had just realized that she has a crush on her best friend, Izuku Midoriya. She confides in Mina while they were walking to class. However, someone just so happens to overhear their conversation.

Word count: 1.9k

Fluff with ⚠️language

This is my first time writing, enjoy!

“I still can’t believe it took you that long to realize it,” Mina joked.

Mina had once again brought up this embarrassing topic. God forbid you mention anything about crushes, it’s all she wants to talk about. But then again you are a bit of a gossip too, you just didn’t like when the topic of conversation was yourself.

“I've been single for the past 16 years, you really expect me to know how my feelings work,” you mumbled while the two of you walked to heroics.

It was exhausting talking about your new found feelings for one of your best friends, Izuku Midoriya. The two of you have known each other for over a year now and had just started second year; and only a few days ago did you realize that you had fallen head over heels for the guy.

“So when are you gonna tell him?” Mina smirked. “What? Mina I can’t tell him that I like him it will ruin our friendship” you replied as your cheeks turned pink.

“Why do you think it’s gonna ruin your friendship?”

You sighed, “Because it’s gonna make everything awkward. I won’t know how to act around him once he knows and it’s not like he likes me back.”

Your friendship with Midoriya was more important than some silly crush. He was always there for you, giving you tips on how to improve your quirk or fighting style, helping you study, and whenever you were in a shitty mood he always knew what to do to lift your spirits.

“Oh please that’s a load of bull shit”

“MINA!” You exclaimed.

“What? You really think he doesn’t like you? You guys are super cuddly and touchy and you two always have to be touching whether your holding hands or your arms are linked.” Mina explained.

You shook your head, “No Mina that doesn’t mean he likes me, he’s just a touchy person,”

She smirked, “oh really, well I’m friends with him and he isn’t cuddly with me. Or even some of his other best friends, like Iida or Ochako, has he ever cuddled with them during movie night?”

You opened your mouth to respond but no words came out. She was right. You thought that he was just a touchy person. You had never noticed that the only person he was physically affectionate with,was you. The constant hand holding, and arms linked or draped across the others shoulders, the cuddling on the couch during movie night. It was only you, no one else.

“And, it’s not just the physical affection, he also goes out of his way to help you, like all the time. More so then the rest of the class. And remember when you sprained your ankle during training a few weeks ago, he freaked out and offered to carry you to recovery girls office, and when you did get there he refused to leave until you were all patched up”

You were speechless. You thought all of that stuff was just his normal helpful personality. He’s always trying to help others. Did he really give you more attention?

“Holy shit,” you whispered. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. It felt like you were frozen in place even though we’re you still walking to heroics.

“Awww now you have to tell him! Come on it will be so cute. You’ll confess your feelings, you’ll start dating and then you’ll be in love, and then soon I’m gonna have to start calling you y/n Midoriya.” Mina giggled.

“Mina!” You hissed, and she replied giggling.

In the middle of your rage, you didn’t notice Shinsou pass by the both of you.

“Hey Shinsou!” Mina said cheered. You looked up and mumbled “hey.” He glanced over looking exhausted as always and replied “Hey guys.”

He walked passed the two of you and always out of your line of sight. However, right afterwards you heard him say “Hey Midoriya”

Wait what?

Did he just say? Nope he didn’t, he did not just say Midoriya. He did not just say the name of the boy you and Mina had an ENTIRE conversation about.

It felt like the world was spinning. Your hands became sweaty and you almost dropped the case with your hero outfit.

You glanced towards Mina and she had the same expression as you, eyes wide, jaw dropped and face pale. The two of you turned our heads and unfortunately there he was. Your best friend, green messy hair, worn out old red shoes, and an almost identical facial expression as you. Except instead of all the color draining from his face, it turned bright red.

He awkwardly smiled and waved his trembling hand. You reverted your head and stared at the floor; you couldn’t look anyone in the eyes.

How long was he behind you? How much did he hear? You didn’t want to ask, you were too mortified to find out.

In your grief you didn’t realize that you had reached the girls locker room. You and Mina quickly ran inside and you sighed the tiniest bit of relief now that Midoriya was gone.

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Heroics class was starting and you had barely spoken to anyone since the incident. Your mind hadn’t stopped racing. You played over what happened on the way here over and over again, trying to figure out how much he might have heard.

The only way you were safe from dying of embarrassment was if he only heard that last bit of the conversation where Mina had replaced your last name for his. If anything you could just play that off as Mina joking around or something.

You couldn’t gain the courage to go over and ask him cause there was a pretty high chance he heard EVERYTHING. He however, did have the courage to go over to you. You noticed him walking towards you and your insides felt like they are about to explode.

“Hey y/n” he said as he played with one of the gloves of his costume. You were surprised he wasn’t the same shade as a tomato right now. You on the other hand, we’re the shade of a tomato.

“H-hi Midoriya” you studdered.

He continued to fidget with his glove, “So about what happened earlier”

NO! No no no no! You were not ready for this. You did not want to talk about this right now.

“About what you said to Ashido, I . . “

“How much did you hear?” You had to know, it was eating you alive.

“Um well, a lot of it”

SHIT! Red alert! He knows, I repeat, he knows you like him.

“Oh yea right” you awkwardly giggled. “That was um, just uh. . . “

“All right class, let’s get started” All might interrupted.

“Today we will be working on close combat. You will all be in groups of two and we will take turns one at a time, so your classmates can observe and critique your work.”

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Thankfully Heroics went by smoothly after your little, but very awkward, conversation with Izuku.

You didn’t speak to him the next day at school either. You didn’t know what to say and you were terrified of what he would say about what he heard. Others had noticed too, it was odd that you two weren’t holding hands or had your arms linked let alone not looked at each other.

Once you headed back to the dorms you spent the entire afternoon in your room just like the day before. Midoriya even tried to talk to you. He knocked on the door and asked if he could come in but you said you were in the middle of an assignment. Which was a lie and he knew it because you had finished all your work during free period. You were just too scared to even look at him let alone talk to him.

You didn’t leave your room until Sero came and practically dragged you downstairs for movie night.

You heard a knock on your door and prayed it wasn’t Izuku. “Hey y/n, it’s Sero”

You sighed and got up from your bed to open the door, “Hey.” He saw your tired eyes, “are you ok?”

You realized he saw right through you and replied “yea I’m good just kinda freaked out about something,” His face fell and filled with worry, “do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really, its kinda personal and embarrassing, you replied.

Sero knew not to push you. You tended to have a hard time opening up and if he kept asking you would end up never telling him, or anyone at all. “Oh ok, but if you ever wanna talk I’m all ears,” he sympathized. “Wait, I almost forgot the whole reason I came up here. We’re gonna start the movie soon.”

Crap. You completely forgot it was Friday, and Friday was movie night. Where everyone sits in the common room and watches a movie. The movie night where you cuddled with your best friend on the couch every week. The best friend that you have a crush on. The same best friend that now knows that you like him, and might like you back but you're still not sure because there is no proof.

“Ummm ya know I don’t think I can make it to movie night I have a lot of work to do” you lied.

“But didn’t you finish all your work during your free period? Remember you put your feet on the desk when you were done and Iida scolded you for descracing school property.” He replied.

Damn, he was there for that?

“Oh Yea, so I guess I am free,” you said with a fake cheery attitude as you fumbled with your bracelets. You grabbed your phone, turned off the lights and followed Sero down to the common room.

Once you two reached the living room you noticed that everyone was seated ready to play the film. There were two empty spaces to sit. One of them was right between Midoryia and Jiro. You couldn’t sit next to him and cuddle for the next two hours without your brain exploding. You tried to go to the other vacant seat but sadly, Sero beat you to it.

You had no other choice. You slowly made your way to the couch and plopped down in the empty spot as the movie started. You crisscrossed your legs and played with your bracelets again. Midoryia took note of this, he knew you always played with your jewelry when you were scared or anxious. He leaned to your ear and whispered “Hey, are you ok?”

You didn’t look him in the eye. “Yea I’m good”

You hated lying to him but you couldn’t gain the courage to talk to him.

He leaned over to whisper in your ear again. “By the way, Mina was right. I do like you back.”

This was now the second time today that you felt your heart stop. You turned your head to face him. You were inches apart. “Promise?” You asked.

“I Promise.”

You both smiled as your cheeks turned pink. You leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his waist as he put his arm around you and pulled your closer.

He kissed the top of your head, “I missed this.” It may sound cheesy, but your insides felt like they were filled with butterflies.

“I missed this too”

Over on the other side of the couch a smug looking Mina whispered to Jiro, “I knew it.”

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kirishimaswife2819 · 4 years ago

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Hi, hello! Prompt 28 and 29 please? Maybe where Bakugo has a crush on the reader but because he can’t convey his emotions well he’s really mean (like Deku level) to them?

Thank you! :)

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompts 28 and 29

↠28. “Because I have a crush on you, I have for months now.”

↠29. “Please stay.”

↠Author’s Note: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I hope that this is okay, I don’t really think it’s that good but I tried my best so I hope you like it! -Danielle <3

↠Genre: Angst to fluff

↠Word Count: 800

↠Notes/Warnings: None

“I don’t need your help,” Bakugou said, shoving past you, almost successfully pushing you to the ground, but you regained your balance quickly.

“You do, though! You can’t just do the project by yourself,” you complained, watching as he got to the classroom door and went to exit.

“Watch me,” he replied, before leaving, causing you to sigh. You had no doubt that he could do it by himself, but you didn’t want him to, it was your project too. You two were supposed to work together but it was pretty clear that he didn’t plan on doing that, and would rather do the work by himself.

“Are you okay?” Izuku asked, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. He knew that you liked Bakugou, you two were sort of friends since you knew each other in middle school. You started liking Bakugou at some point during your time at U.A., and Izuku found out, so he understood how much Bakugou being mean to you must have hurt you. But Izuku also knew something that you didn’t, that Bakugou actually had a crush on you, and just didn’t know how to express it/deal with it.

“I’m fine,” you replied, gently moving your shoulder back as a sign for Izuku to remove his hand. He removed it but he still spoke again.

“Are you sure?” Izuku questioned, frowning.

“Yes, Izuku, I’m fine. I’m just going to hope he doesn’t fuck the project up,” you replied, not waiting to hear what Izuku had to say, before leaving the classroom and going towards the dorm building.

You got to your room and went inside. After going inside, you decided to start on your homework. You sat at your desk and started it, it took about a half hour and just as you were finishing up, you heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You called out.

“It’s me,” you heard a voice of someone that you’d never expect to knock on your door, Bakugou.

“Come in,” you said, spinning around in your chair to watch as he entered. As soon as he came in, he had that same scowl that he always did.

“Your room looks fucking dumb,” he said, looking at your choice in decorations.

“If you came here to make fun of my room, then you can get out,” you snapped.

“No, I came to get you so we can go do this dumb project,” he replied, crossing his arms.

“Really? I thought you ‘didn’t need my help’?” You asked, quoting his words from earlier that day.

“I know what I fucking said! Now, do you want to help or not!?” He yelled, causing you to sigh.

“Fine, I’m coming,” you said, grabbing your bag and phone before following him out of your dorm and towards the common area of the dorms. He sat down at one of the tables and you sat across from him.

For the next hour or two you two worked on the project, and Bakugou did almost nothing but make fun of you and be rude to you, and eventually you got sick of it.

“That’s the dumbest idea ever, why are you so fucking stupid!?” He yelled, after you suggested something for the project.

“Fine, you know what,” you said, grabbing your stuff and putting it back in your bag, “I’m done. Do this project yourself.” You stood up and swung your backpack over a shoulder and went to walk away.

“Wait,” Bakugou said, quickly standing up and grabbing your wrist to prevent you from walking away, “Please stay.”

“Why should I? All you’ve done is put me down in the past few hours, I’m not putting up with it any longer,” you said.

“Look,” he said, letting go of your wrist, hoping you wouldn’t walk away, and you didn’t instead you stood there, waiting for him to continue, and he sighed before doing so, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” You asked, not believing it, and he nodded.

“I really am,” he replied.

“Give me one reason why I should believe you.”

“Because I have a crush on you, I have for months now.”

“You- what?” You asked, not being able to believe what you were hearing.

“Don’t make me say it twice!” He yelled, reverting right back to the Bakugou he was before you go up to leave. He sighed before lowering his voice again, “It’s the truth and I don’t expect you to believe me but give me a chance to prove it.” And after you didn’t respond right away, he added on, “Please?”

“Fine,” you replied, sitting back down, this time beside him, “But if you continue to put me down, I’m getting up and I’m leaving for real this time, though. Got that?” And after he nodded, you took your stuff out of your bag. And somehow he managed to not put you down, at least not seriously, one more time that night. Maybe Bakugou wasn’t really that bad after all.

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peonyneko · 4 years ago

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Didn’t Mean It | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Request: hello! I was wondering if you could do a Bakugou x Reader (if requests are open ofc❤️). Maybe Bakugou said something he didn’t mean to the Reader, and she like leaves the middle of class to go to the bathroom to cry- and like some of the girls go to comfort her/ask if she’s doing fine. But that doesn’t help- so Bakugou ditches class and goes to comfort her in the girls bathroom, and the other girls are like “cUtE”. Sorry if this made no sense but I thought it would be cute 😳. love your writing!

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@blveteaaa I’m really sorry for taking so long. Please do let me know if this is what you had in mind. I also appreciate any feedback.

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Noise. The class was filled with noise, per usual. Mr. Aizawa was sleeping in the corner. Hm... Seems like he didn’t sleep well again. I wonder what night trouble popped up this time. Mina, Momo, and Uraraka were chatting away near me. The next class should start in about 30 minutes. Until then, Mr. Aizawa told us to complete the assignment and place it on his desk. Getting up from my seat, I head towards Katsuki, Eijiro, and Denki. To avoid disturbing them, I decided to wait behind them until they finished talking.

“Yeah, I don’t get why that’s irritating,” Eijiro was facing Katsuki. His back was, currently, facing me, The other two immediately acknowledge my presence. Their eye widen and their shoulders tense up.

“Of course you don’t. She’s not with you,” he began. Was it about me?

“It’s especially when she wants to tag along on days I go out. It would’ve been better if she just stayed home. Damn it. It’s so irritating.”

Oh.. Huh. I felt my heart tighten at his words. The room got a little quieter. The light even seemed dimmer. After noticing the change in my demeanor, Denki coughs. Before the duo can say anything, I lift my finger to my lips.

“Don’t look at me like that! You both act like you’re the ones dealing with it,” Katsuki’s ignorance of my presence did not help. With a heavy heart, I turn back around and walk back to my desk.

We were all occupied with our assignment. For this class, we were completing an in-class group assignment. Currently, I am sitting in front of Katsuki, with Mina and Tsuyu sitting on the side. I can already feel his irritation. He probably did not enjoy being forced into a group, especially with me. Normally, I’d feel chipper about it. However, after knowing how he feels, I felt that me presence was annoying. I decided to talk less to avoid agitating him. While the group talks, I write down their ideas for the work and jot down my own, as well.

“You know this is a group effort, right?” I look up to see Katsuki’s eyes locked on me. I nodded.

“Really? I haven’t heard any input from you for it, Becoming lazy, are we?” he words stung. MY face warmed from embarrassment.

“Well, I... I was, uh, writing my ideas down with the groups in here,” I hesitantly lift my notebook. The room’s mood began to tense up. Slowly, the quiet room become quieter.

“____... This is a group effort. Do you not know what that means? Share you damn ideas. God, he rolls his eyes, not noticing his voice made the class focus on our group. I could feel their eyes centering me. I attempted to tell my ideas but they went all over the place in my mind.

“Yeah, nevermind. You’re not helping with shit,” he interrupted. The warmth of my face was traveling down to my neck. My throat constricts a bit. I can feel inklings of anxiousness rising.

“That’s not nice to say,” Mina told him. He simply rolled his eye at her comment. Mina signals for Denki to come to our table. They both whisper between themselves. They eye Katsuki a bit so I assumed it was about him and I. Tsuyu looks at my nervous state and reassures that she’s there if I need to talk.

“Kaminari, since you’re here, why don’t you and _____ switch? Some braincells is better than none,” he chuckles. My mood worsens at his joke. Little tears were forming but they were unnoticeable. There class was still focused on us. Clearing up my throat, I get up from my seat. I slowly walk up to the front.

“Is it alright for me to go to the restroom?” my voice cracks when asking Cementoss. He nods in return, noticing the waviness in my voice.

As soon as I got permission, I run out the classroom. I hear a faint “ ___! You can’t run in the hallway,” which sounded like Iida. I don’t stop until the ladies restroom in in front of me. With heavy breaths I open the door and rush to one of the stalls. My eyes burned and tears began slipping down my cheeks. I tried to hold myself together but his words were playing on a loop.

Does he really think I’m irritating? What do I do that annoys him? Gosh, I need to stop it.

After a couple of minutes, I hear footsteps echo throughout the bathroom. Someone knocks on my stall’s door. Calming myself down, I open the stall to face all the girls in front of me.

‘I swear boys can be really meaning without even trying,” Kyoka looked at me with soft eyes. Right when Ochaco step forward to hold my hand, the sting in my eyes return. I try to blind the tears away but it could not limit the amount that wanted to escape. My rigged breathing returns, which only worsens my embarrassment.

“I really...I really don’t mean to be... a bother for him,” I choked out in-between my heavy breaths. To give me space, they all gently pull me outside of the stall. Their eyebrows were slightly furrowed yet their eyes were soft.

“No. No. You are not at fault here,” Momo replies as she helps me sit down on the bench to the side.

“But I heard him say it. Gosh, I do sound irritating. I should stop tagging along too much. No wonder he returns angry.”

“You do not follow him anywhere. It isn’t all the time, either. You mostly go with him when you know you did not get to spend time together,” Tsuyu attempts to help me look at it from another perspective. Sadly, my mind overrides them to Katsuki’s complaints.

“W...What if he’s tired of me? What if he wants to break up?”

My heart hurt at the mere thought of our separation. Our relationship is relatively fresh. We started dating a year ago, yet I fell for him. Hard. I could not fathom to be with another guy.

“If I hadn’t been so dense about his irritations over my actions, I would been a much better girlfriend. I couldn’t even do that,” I was vomitting my mind out.

My breathing was still irregular, and I couldn’t see past the tears that blur my eyes. I wiped my cheeks and eyes to get a better view. The girls were trying their best to comfort me. Toru patted my back. Mina stroked my arm. Momo tried to plan out a mini recovery session from today. Tsuyu and Ochaco tried to convince me that he loves me enough to confront me about the situation. Kyoka even tried to make me revert my self-deprecating comments and thoughts. However, nothing helped. I really appreciated their kind attempts yet his words stayed printed at the front of my mind.

“I would love to battle Bakugou, right now. He needs to be held accountable for his horrible comments,” Momo exclaimed, standing tall with her right hand on her hip.

“He does. He made a huge deal out of the group assignment. You were clearly stressed when you tried to share your ideas,” Kyoka looked disappointed when remember the incident in the classroom.

“But he doesn’t like having me around too much. I should stop. I don’t want him to be constantly annoyed,” I sniffled as I wiped my eyes.

“I’m going to stop,” I whisper. I hear small mutters and grumbles throughout he bathroom.

“I won’t dicated you becuase it is your relationship. I do want to say that it is a part of who you are. You like spending time with him. You don’t need to stop that. I think you and him should talk about it,” Ochaco looks at me with his big, comforting eyes. The others nod in agreement.

“I don’t know. I don’t want any more complications rising because of me. If he’s annoyed by me, I should try to fix it. I’ll need to sort this out myself,” I quietly announced.

Who gave you that right?” his rough voice echoes through the walls. All of you heads turn to the left. Katsuki, Eijiro, and Denki were standing next to each other near the entrance of the bathroom.

“I didn’t think you overheard my conversation with those,” his points his rough finger at the duo behind him.

I looked at him, unsure of what to say. Noticing my tense behavior, he talked as gently as he can, “ I did not mean to make you think horribly about yourself.”

“Yeah, you have traits and habits that are weird to me,” he started. A jolt spiked throughout my body. I don’t think I’m ready to hear the end of it.

“But I like that about you,” he struggled to get the words out in public. My face flushes at the sudden confession. He looks directly at me.

“Never take issues, like this, on your own. I know how hard it can be but it’ll help us,” noticing that our conversation was getting private, the others began to hed back to class. It was almost the end of the school day, as well. Everyone waving and blurted a quick “bye” before heading out of the bathroom.

Katsuki turns around to shut the door. He locks it to make sure no one walks in on our conversation.

“Come. Let’s sit there,” he tilts his head to the bench I sat at earlier.

As soon as we sit, Katsuki exhales a loud sigh. Alarms went off in my mind. He’s irritated. I immediately began panicking.

“H..Hey, Katsuki. I really don’t mind leaving you on your own when you need it,” I started. I turn to face him but was suddenly embraced my his arms. He sets his chin on my neck and gently tightens his hug.

“Don’t... Don’t stop doing what you do,” he whispers near my ear. Warmth engulfed me. I felt safe in his embrace. His voice held no anger or irritation.

“But it’s irritating, isn’t it?” my hands wrap around his back, as well.

“No no no. It’s not. At least not the way you think. I complained to Kirishima and Kaminari about the perverts and jerks who stare at your and bother you when you come with me. That’s why I felt irritated,” he reveals. Then, it clicked. He must’ve noticed all the times I felt uncomfortable because of comments from boys and their stares. I never complained but... He noticed.

“I would rather have you stay back instead of dealing with those situations. I know you’re strong enough to take care of yourself. It’s still annoying when they don’t know their limits. I can’t even fight them properly,” he pulls back to look at me. I avoided his eyes but he lifted my chin up with his hand.

“Don’t stop doing what you do. Don’t stop being yourself. Having you with me makes my day better. I know I can be gnarly and cruel with my comments. Just don’t hesitate to tell me I’m hurting you. It’s not my intention to make you doubt yourself,” he rambles on.

“Even the cruel jokes I made back there are not meant from a serious place,” he reassures me as much as he can. His breathes were rigid and fast. His eyes were dilated, as well.

“Just... let me know, alright? I want you to feel safe and loved not hurt,” he whispered. With every sentence, my previous worries were fading away.

“Talk to me about anything that bothers you. Talk to me about any issues that come up.”

I couldn’t stop my heart from melting. He really is the best, huh?

“I know...I’ll try. You know me. It can be hard to confront people with anything I think is wrong,” I replied while taking his hand into mine.

“Mhm. Let’s work on that then,” he firmly stated. It shocked me for a bit.

“If I say anything that hurts you, hold me accountable. Tell me right away,” he looks at me for an answer.

“Okay, ____?” I nodded in return. I noticed his stance was relaxed. He seemed less tense about the situation. It must’ve been a huge baggage to get off his back.

“I will. I’m sorry for worrying-” he cut me off before I could end my apology.

“Hey! Don’t feel sorry for it. You’re not at fault for feeling the way you did after the classroom incident. I was an absolute asshole for that. There may have been a small misunderstanding but I still shouldn’t have embarrassed you with my comments,” his hands cup my cheeks.

“I’m really... I’m really sorry,” my throat tightened. Why does he have to be this... great?

“I understand. Thank you for apologizing,” I smile at him. My emotions were all over the place today. It went from neutral to extremely low to extremely relieved. Still, I am glad he and I were able to sort this out before it got worse.

“Don’t go crying on me now. I don’t want to see anymore tears today. Come on let’s head back,” he spoke softly.

Right after, stood up and held out his hand. His face held his usual daily expression, except there was a glow to it. I gladly laced my hands with his and we carefully exited the girls bathroom.

“Wouldn’t want to get you in trouble,” he said looking around to make sure no one saw our actions.

Today, Katsuki and I were able to have dinner together. It’s been a while since it was just the two of us eating dinner. Upon returning to the dorm, the atmosphere felt normal. The ones who were worried earlier looked glad when Katsuki and I entered the dorm happily. Mr. Aizawa did ask us about the situation. We informed him that everything was sorted so he let it go. Cementoss must’ve told him about the the classroom occurrence.

While I made my way to my room, I noticed all of the girls in front of my room. Their eyes held excitement and the look of ‘hurry up’.

“You don’t need to tell us everything,” Mina grabbed me so I can quickly open my room.

“Okay okay let me just,” after I heard the click, they all ran inside of my room.

They all chose the spot they felt most comfortable in. I climbs into my bed and chuckled with embarrassment.

“Do I have to tell you what he said? Because...”

“Well...” Momo began.

“I may or may not have bee made to create a device the let us hear what was going on,” my eyes widen at her confession.

“Don’t worry we promised to turn it off if anything... else... happened. We wanted to make sure he didn’t say anything horrible,” Kyoka spoke. The others nodded in agreement.

“His comforting action were too cute,” Mina chuckled.

“Exactly! I was shocked. Did you hear what he said?! ‘ Having you with me makes my day better.’ Aaahh! That- Just wow,” Uraraka gushed while quoting Katsuki. All of the girls flailed around or squished the pillow in their lap.

“Wait! Remember the...What was it? Right! ‘I want you to feel safe and loved not hurt’ That was so adorable, too, ” Momo immediately brought up another. Once again, the girls let out ‘awe’s and small chuckles. They did tease me about his words. However, they still appreciated that he was able to relive me of my doubts.

“I’m glad Bakugou cleared things up. That was very mature of him. You two are cute together. I really did not want the incident to separate you,” Tsuyu looked happy at my recovered state.

“Me too,” Hagakure agreed. Next to her, I noticed Mina had a tiny bit of mischeif in her eyes.

“How about we listen to the audio again?!” she suggested. A series of ‘yes’ echoed throughout the room.

“W-what?” my eyes widened.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” Mina continued.

“I have the a player for it, if we want to,” Kyoka held up the device to play the audio.

“And you can have it after we analyze and listen to it,” Momo added while exaggerating ‘analyze’ with air quotes.

“Gosh... alright. I hope I don’t sound weird,” I agreed to their request.

As soon as Katsuki said, “Don’t... Don’t stop doing what you do,” Uraraka paused it.

“You can’t tell me he does not want to marry her,” she commented. Immediately afterward, the others made their own comments and agreements.

This process continued throughout the playing of the audio. With every pause, the were analyses and comments. Amongst all the chat about Katsuki’s soft side, I had the urge to check my phone. What I read immediately made the night better than it already was.

Katsuki: Let’s go out tomorrow. Wear whatever you feel comfortable in.

Katsuki: Don’t worry about people staring. I’ll take care of it.

Katsuki: Unless you want to, of course.

Katsuki: The girls are making you tell them about what happened in the bathroom, aren’t they?

Katsuki: Anyways, make sure you get proper rest

Katsuki: Goodnight

My hands quickly responded so I am able to reply before he sleeps. All those messages made me my stomach bubble with excitement.

Me: I’m glad we’re going to hang out. See you in the morning

Me: Goodnight

Me: I love you

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Katsuki: I love you too

The heat on my cheeks that gradually grew with every text grew tenfold. My heart fluttered intensely as I gazed at those four words. I can hear the girls speaking about the audiotape of Katsuki in the background, but my phone had my attention. Katsuki always proved to be a great boyfriend. He never did it for show. Ever since the start of our relationship he’s been honest about how he felt. Both of us expected stumbles, but we made sure to work it out. Today was one of those day.

I’m just glad he never let go of me. I know him well enough to know that he will always listen to me. He will always want to fix things so we don’t end.

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