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Meme: Manhandling symbol starters @heterochromatica said: ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

Shouto seemed to be in a state of panic after returning from his patrol, and Katsuki hated it. He wasn't really sure what happened just yet, but he impulsively reached out to grab a tight hold of his boyfriend's chin to force their eyes to lock.

"Oi! Eyes on me!" he ordered while his free arm wrapped around Shouto's waist. "Whatever happened wasn't your fault, got that?" He frowned, his gaze softening just a bit. "So just... breathe, okay?"

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Ch 3: expanding horizons.

(s.h. x gn!reader)

from the river to the sea. (get in your daily clicks, read about it, donate if you can.)

Summary: you want to talk to Steve, but between your fights with hopper and looking after el and max, you just can't seem to get the time out but it's okay! you'll make the time to talk later... right?

Warnings: use of (y/n); no pronouns used (gn!reader); sad; arguments; flashbacks; injuries; a wild Eddie Munson appears; high school bullies

Word count: 8k

A/n: changed the chapter title but still feel like nothing fits for this one :{

also this was supposed to be out atleast a week or two ago but shit keeps coming up and I get very sleepy very early soz guys ;(

i know i asked for lil soft happy blurb ideas earlier unforch nothing got my creative juices flowing... well- there is one Nancy fic I've been wanting to write for a while now but I feel like I'm already working on so many different fics I don't wanna add another one but just know I'm thinking of Nancy wheeler and soon sapphic energy will strike upon me on a random weekday and I'll write her down

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It was hard to breathe. Steve's vision is blurry as he walks through the woods towards his car. He feels ridiculous-- absolutely ridiculous, walking through woods in a stupid sailor uniform after being caught doing the deed with the person he is dating by said person's father. 

Walk of shame is an understatement.

But that isn't all that makes it all so ridiculous, so damn stupid. Steve knew he shouldn't have been eavesdropping on you two, it was a matter between you and Hopper, but he just couldn't help it– he was the topic of the argument after all.

He didn't know what to do when Hopper's voice got louder, when he started shouting. He wanted to barge in, to act as your shield. 

"No, you listen", Hopper’s voice comes loud even through the door, "You are fucking grounded. You can live your stupid paranoid fantasy and stay safe and stuck in this cabin”

“Hop–”

"And that means no tv–", the man interrupts you and Steve hates how much this whole thing reminds him of his own dad. 

"Dad–", he hears you whimper and it breaks his heart. Because you don't call Hopper ‘dad’, not yet anyway. You had once confided in the boy that the title felt too big. Too scary. You’d told him that Hopper didn’t mind. That he’d told you to take as long as you need, to say it if and when it feels right. But with the way he is shouting, it makes him wonder if gentle words like that could ever leave his mouth. 

Boots shuffle on the other side of the door, "No radio or cassettes, no more phone, no more tv– ", Steve hears the clatter and something falling on the floor. "What else are you hiding from me, huh?”

"Nothing, Hopper–", his feet stomp once again, "Hopper, stop–"

"No more fucking dating", his voice booms, followed by the sound of something tearing up.

Your voice cracks when you exclaim, "NO!!--" 

"And NO MORE FUCKING STEVE HARRINGTON", Steve can’t help but flinch a little at the large thump that follows. "D'YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?" He barely even heard the sniffle you let out. “Asked you a fucking question.”

This is it, Steve thinks, enough of this. He is stepping in, Hopper, respect and his dad be damned, he will not let the man shout at you like that and not do anything.

Just when Steve was about to swing open the door, he heard you speak up, "No."

"What'd you say?"

"I said, no."

"Why? You love that stupid idiot or something?"

The air is thick with tension, Hopper’s question lingers in it for a while. You don't say a word. Seconds pass and your voice finally comes out, all shaky and rough. “He’s my friend. He’s my only friend, Jim.”

Steve’s knuckles turn white around the door knob. He cant help the pit that starts forming in his stomach, the disappointment that settles in it.

Friend. Friend? That's it? 

Sure, you both had just been dating only for two weeks but they were one of the best two weeks of his life and you don't feel the same? 

His grip tightens. was Steve being irrational? Maybe. But he cant help that pit in his stomach to spread wider– not because you don't love him but because he realises that he does. The realisation hits him like a bag of bricks, sure to bruise.

He thinks back to the night at your old trailer, the night he realised he liked you. All those months spent sneaking in just to see your face and your smile, tell you stupid jokes, hear your laugh, and to just be around you— it meant nothing to you? 

And now, he loves you. He loves you and you don't. 

"Cut the bullshit, y/n", he hears Hopper mutter from the other side.

his jaw tightens, molars grinding. Steve felt like history was repeating itself but this time he won't let it kick him down. He won't let it happen.

He won't let it happen to him again— he couldn't. So he puts his shirt back on, blinks back the moisture in his eyes and leaves the cabin. 

Now, walking to his car, he dared not to look back where he had just left, he wished to not even think of what had just happened. This was stupid, he was stupid. And as he drives through Hawkins towards starcourt mall, all he could think of was how much he felt about you and how much you didn't.

Hopper was right, this was all just a bunch of bullshit.

Bullshit. He laughs to himself at it without finding any humour in it. its funny how much that one word has ruined things in his life. The two syllables, a running motif in his life that he just can't seem to escape.

When Steve walks into work, Robin Buckley notices the air around him is thick and stale, his shoulders slumped. He was missing his scoops ahoy hat, his hair in disarray which is an uncommon occurrence considering he always had it styled as it is his self proclaimed best feature. His eyes have a glazed look to them, Robin notices– not that she was going to investigate as to why. she doesn't care about him, they aren't friends, they are far from it.

Something else she notices, Steve was trying to hit on every girl that came to the counter. So much so that the girl had conjured up a tally scoreboard– five lines marked below the 'you suck' and zero below the 'you rule'.

Robin listens to Steve trying to flirt with another girl and doing so badly. She fights back a snicker as the curly haired girl rejects the boy. As the girl and her friend walk away giggling, she hears, ".... It's my first day here...", Steve's voice trails off before letting out a heavy sigh, his head hanging low.

"And another one bites the dust!" Robin announces, sliding the whiteboard so Steve could see it– marking another tally under the 'you suck' title. "You are O for six, Popeye"

He crosses his arms, turning around, "Yeah, I can count"

"You know that means you suck."

"Yep, I can read too."

"Since when?", She retorts quizzically, putting the board back where it had been before continuing, "Why exactly are you suddenly trying to flirt with every girl in Hawkins?"

His brows knit together before he looks away, shaking his head a little, "I'm not trying to... flirt with anyone”

"Yeah, you are. I thought you were already spoken for"

"I have no clue what you're talking about"

she squints her eyes, "Oh, really? what about--"

“I don't even want to talk to you right now”, he interrupts her, turning around, his eyes not meeting hers.

“Not too keen about it either”, she is quick to say it-- they arent friends after all. "i mean– Y'know", she rests her crossed arms on the counter, "it's a crazy idea but have you ever considered telling them the truth?" she shrugs towards where the two girls had just been.

"Oh, that I'm so stupid that I couldn't even get into tech and now my douchebag dad's trying to teach me a lesson? That I make three bucks an hour and that I– that I have no future?", That the one person I love never seems to love me back? "That truth?"

“Wow Harrington. A joy to be around, aren't you?”, she shakes her head, trying to rid her head of thoughts and questions about Steve Harrington's love life. “And where’s your hat? You’re supposed to have it on at all times, y’know, company policy”

“I– um, I forgot it at home”

“‘Course you did”, Robin sighs. Before she could say anything else, Robin's eyes land on a group of girls walking towards the ice cream store, "Hey, twelve o' clock", she tells him, gesturing towards the group.

Steve let out a breath, he goes to fix his hair, quirking a brow towards Robin as if to ask if he looked good.

“And he says he isnt flirting”

“I’m just trying to look presentable”, he defends, running his fingers through his hair one last time.

"oh my god you're a whole new man", she says all dry and sarcastic.

"I know right ooh–", the brown eyed boy shimmies his shoulders then quickly turns towards the counter, "ahoy there, ladies! Didn't see you there! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavour with me? I'll be your captain….", The sailor uniform clad boy announces rather loudly, "I'm Steve Harrington."

The group of girls look at the boy with wide eyes, holding in their giggles. Steve is still babbling about the many flavours they offered, his gaze flitting from one girl to another. Robin grimaces and turns to put another tally under 'you suck'.

…

There is a knock on your bedroom door, followed by a voice. "(Y/n)?", Jim calls out from the other side.

Your door is locked. Still hiding under your blankets, you'd spent the entire night tossing and turning, barely getting any sleep. Your back hurt from lying in the same position for so long, your eyelids droopy. And Hopper knocking on your door every ten minutes ever since he woke up wasn't helping.

"(Y/n)?", The man hollers again, "just... open the door, okay– I have breakfast", He is greeted with silence, once again.

"Listen," he sighs, "I just want to talk...", he pauses and after it was indicative that he wasn't getting a response, he bangs his balled-up fist against the door.

"Go away", he finally hears your voice out loud. You did not want to see him, you couldn't. Yesterday's fight still fresh in your mind, you couldn't bear to look at him or the things he'd broken during said fight. the aftermath of his lash-out lied shoved in a lonesome corner of your cramped room. You wanted him to leave you alone, to go to work like he always does so you could call Steve and maybe apologise for all that Hopper might've said to the boy. so that things could go back to the way they were.

There is silence and for a minute you think he actually listened to you. But then the muffled sound of his sigh reaches your ears. "Hey, I know that…", he breaths in, "yesterday– I might have said too much… and I– I just wanna talk it out and maybe–"

Suddenly, the door flies open and he is met with your face. Your red rimmed eyes filled with anger, nostrils flared and hair a mess. "I told you to go away. So, just leave me alone", you say through gritted teeth, voice cold before slamming the door on Jim's face.

"HEY, don't you fucking slam doors!", His palm went for the knob, locked. "Open this door, (y/n)."

"No", he barely hears you over the blood rushing in his ears.

"Where the hell have you gotten this attitude from lately, huh? From your little friend? You think you're being real cool? being a rebel?"

"Oh, you think you're being real father-like?"

it only makes him angrier, he clenches his jaw, "(Y/n)... open this door", he says it almost like a warning.

"No."

"Fine!", he throws his hands up before holding up a angry finger at the door like an angry father does, "Just know that I tried to have an adult and mature conversation with you, but since you're such a reckless, immature child, I'll let you fucking be!", He turns away from the door, stomping his feet rather purposely.

The door swings open behind him. he turns around and you're there all furious and mad.

"Ah, look who it is!", The man exclaims, sarcasm evident in his tone, "Finally gracing us peasants!"

"You're the one who broke all my stuff and acted like a man-child", You hiss, pointing an accusatory finger towards the man, "And I'm the reckless and immature one?"

"Not only are you that but you're also stupid and irresponsible– breaking a rule, with that jackass Steve Harrington, no less!”

“Don't say that about him, he’s my–”

“Your friend? Yeah, I heard that, I saw it all too. I'm sure you guys are great friends!" Jim speaks with mockery in his words, "D'you kiss and fornicate with all your friends?"

With a scowl he continues, “you are immature and irresponsible, sneaking him in past my alarms like that–"

“They’re shit anyway!” you shout to interrupt him but he keeps talking, voice only getting louder.

"Not only did you put yourself in danger but El as well."

"How the hell did that put us in danger? you know Steve he–"

"Don't you talk back to me!” there's that tone again, the one that makes you scared, “you put us all at risk for this stupid boy. So yeah, you are irresponsible"

"God, why do you hate me so much??", You blurt out– its frustrated, tired and angry. You don't realise what you'd said until it was already out. Tears line your red eyes, and you look so tired, you want to go back to sleep.

all his irritation and rage are gone, his face falls, "What–", Hopper starts but gets interrupted by a familiar voice.

"(Y/n)? Hopper? What's happening?", El, who had been presumably waiting for Mike outside inquires with furrowed brows as she comes back in, concern etched into her features.

Both you and hooper say that it was, "nothing". You turn your face away so the girl couldn't see your distraught state and unfallen tears, trying to discreetly wipe them away. Jim rubs his palms over his face to collect himself, himself also not meeting the young girl's eyes.

She looks between the two of you before moving towards the phone, “is everything okay?” Hopper asks after clearing his throat. you glare at him.

“Yes.” she answers. You and Hopper stand silently as she asks for Mike on the phone. She then goes to her room to continue the conversation with the boy.

He clears his throat once again, and when you catch him looking at you, you cast him a glare full of indignation that makes him avert his gaze away. "I'm– I should get going...", Jim mumbles more to himself before taking his hat, wallet and keys and then heading out while you turn to usher yourself into your room, wallowing in self pity, once again.

Your room was dark, none of the lights on and somehow it was colder in there. Within moments you hid yourself under the blankets, ignoring the ever-present headache you'd had for a few days now.

1980.

You got detention, again.

You are used to it at this point. It is the same old– you wouldn't know how to react in a social situation, a classmate would make fun of you, and you'd get mad. Anger would boil in your blood as you would walk up to the person and punch them square in the face. Their parents would complain, you'd get detention and then a lecture in the principal's office with Hopper. The same old.

This time it is Tony Reed who was graced with a split lip and a bruised cheek. The blonde boy had decided it was very cool and funny to trip you in the lunch cafeteria and then proceed to spill his chocolate milk over you, calling you something that you didn't know the meaning of but assumed it was bad considering how his group was laughing and sneering. Your limbs had worked faster than your brain and here you are sitting outside the principal's office, picking your nails and waiting for Hopper to come out.

It has been almost close to a year since you escaped the lab. Almost a year of hiding. Almost a year of running. Almost a year of trying to fit in and failing ever so graciously at it. Almost a year since you'd met Jim Hopper.

Seldom do you two talk now, the man is always busy with his work. You also had your own job, school and the overall goal to not be caught by the lab again. The man doesn't know about your past. He is unaware of all of the secrets the small town of Hawkins holds, so does everyone else.

The creak of the door alerts you that it is Hopper coming out of the office. He picks up the hat he'd placed on the seat next to you, a silent gesture to tell you that he is ready to leave. You follow him out the doors, quick steps catching up to him. You sit in his car, slamming the doors behind you.

There is a silence, your gaze fixed on hands resting in your lap. Jim reaches for the cigarette pack in his pocket, he lights it up, blowing out a puff of smoke– making the car smell like strong tobacco.

He lets out a long, heavy sigh, "(y/n), we've talked about this", he continues once he notices you aren't going to interrupt him, "you can't keep doing this. This is the second time this month"

"(Y/n)", he says tenderly when you don't answer, "Hey... look at me when I'm talking to you" You look up from your lap, gaze connecting with his. "You cant keep doing this. If someone says something, we've discussed how to deal with it– you talk to your friends, teachers, or me"

"I don't have friends, teachers don't believe, and you are busy….. always", when Hopper doesn't say anything you continue, "I have not seen you since the last time I got in trouble. you are never there at the PTAs or–"

"Yeah, that's because I am not your damn parent, (y/n)", Jim interrupts you.

Your gaze is back to your hands in your lap, picking at the skin near the nails. The man beside you lets out a soft sigh, rubbing his temple. "Hey, hey", he whispers, "How about you promise and try not to kill another kid, I'll get you a new shirt and treat you with some Benny's, hmm? How's that sound?"

…

You heard a knock at your door, a softer and quieter one as compared to Hopper's, "(Y/n)? Can I come in?" El asks.

"Yeah, sure". The door opens, the hinges creaking slightly– light pooling into the dark room. Eleven lets herself in, sitting by the foot of your bed.

"What happened with Hopper?"

"You heard it all didn't you?" The girl nods. "I'm sorry…" that I shouted? That he shouted? That you heard it?

"So, Hopper knows about Steve?" Eleven inquires.

"Yeah, he does", you sigh before asking, "Hopper's gone right?"

You sister nods. You get up from your place, feet padding towards the phone hung by the kitchen wall– dialing up Steve's house number. When the line goes to the voicemail, you opt to try for his workplace number. You were greeted with the raspy voice of a girl.

You immediately hang up. El looks at you quizzically, “it wasn't him" Its always Steve who picks up the phone. Normally, at this time, Steve would always be there to pick up your calls. And Steve never ignores your calls.

You let out a forlorn sigh, putting the phone back on the receiver. Eleven standing by your side ready with a bowl of cereal for you and herself. You thank the girl before going to take a seat on the couch– she follows you closely then sits beside you. The girl twiddles her thumbs, clearly wishing to say something, "I wanted to ask you something", she speaks up after a while of eating silently.

"Yeah?"

"Mike... is being strange.. he is lying, I think" The girl explains to you all the details of everything that occurred between her and Mike. The way the girl explained everything, it seemed like your sister was asking for advice but considering you know jack shit about relationships, you were stumped.

After you both were done breakfast, she suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you off the couch only stopping for you to put on your shoes and then pulling you through the door.

"El, what– where are you going?"

"To get advice."

"From who?"

Eleven tells you she was taking you to Max's home. You aren't sure that roaming in the neighbourhood was a good idea yet you let her lead you. The houses almost all look the same, surrounded by well mowed lawns and next to no one. Except for one person with bright red hair. Max is practising skateboarding and in the process the board slips from under her feet, rolling towards you and your sister.

The short haired girl beside you stops the board with her feet, picks it up and walks towards the redhead.

"Hi", Eleven greets.

"...Hi?" Max echoes in confusion, glancing between you and Eleven. You gave a wave of your hand towards the girl.

"Can we... talk?"

....

"... And then he said, he missed me", your sister explains to Max who is pacing around her room, furrows of lines on her forehead. You are leaning against the wall by the door, eyes following the redhead's movement. "And then he just... hung up"

"He's a piece of shit", Max says matter-of-factly.

“That seems... harsh?” you speak up a little unsure.

“Are you seriously defending Mike right now?” Max looks at you pointedly.

“You know what? You’re right", you hold your hands up in surrender, "my bad.”

"What?" El says, looking between you two and suddenly it makes you feel bad about shitting on her boyfriend so openly.

"El think about it", Max says, now stopping infront of the girl to get her full attention, "Mike doesn't have jack shit to do today– his Nana obviously isn't sick. I guarantee you, him and Lucas are playing Atari right now."

"But friends don't lie", El states naively.

"Yeah, but boyfriends lie." She said it like it was the obvious thing, "All. The. Time."

Huh.

"What do I do?" Eleven queries.

"Listen, you're going to stop calling him– you're going to ignore his calls. As far as you're concerned, he doesn't exist"

"Doesn't exist?" Both you and El say at the same time, words pour out of your mouth before you even realise-- clearly more invested in Max's advice that you might have wanted. Max and El look at you, you clear your throat awkwardly before murmuring a little "sorry".

"Yeah," Max turns back to face El, "he treated you like garbage! You're gonna treat him like garbage– give him a taste of his own medicine"

"Give him the... medicine", El repeats the phrase a little wrong yet Max doesn't correct her and instead hums in acknowledgement.

"And if he doesn't fix this and explain himself– dump his ass", both your and your sister's eyes widened.

"C'mon", Max said, pulling Eleven off of the bed.

"Where are we going exactly?" You spoke up.

“We? You're coming too?” Max asks, the question directed towards El more so than you.

“Yes, (y/n) is coming”, she answers immediately, nodding.

"Okay we are going to have some fun, there's more to life than stupid boys, y'know."

....

You aren't sure why you are here. In a crowded bus— way too many strangers, you think– headed towards the talk of the town, the starcourt mall. You know you are breaking a rule, but you keep reminding yourself that you are there to take care of El.

When the three of you step out of the bus you are hit across the face with the fact that there are even more people. Way too many strangers. The short haired girl beside you says, almost as if voicing your concerns, "too many people… against the rules."

"Seriously? You have superpowers! What's the worst that could happen?"

…

It has been almost a month since you punched Tony Reed.

You haven't seen Hopper ever since that lunch at Benny's. Despite him having promised you to meet you more as long as you avoided fights. That was the verdict.

So far, you'd still managed to stay out of it for a month despite the bullying and sneers having increased tenfold.

It is a Wednesday morning in the middle of July, it had rained the previous night so the air is immensely humid– you are sweating your ass off. There are sweat spots on your gym t-shirt. Your shoes slip on the wet grass, you fall with a thud against the ground. A boisterous echo of laughs sounds behind you and as you turn, you see Tony Reed, with his group of friends which included Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, and many more who you haven't bothered to memorise the name of— Hawkins was full of bullies.

"Hey, you okay?"

You turn around and are met with a mop of frizzy black hair and an extended hand to help you up.

"Yeah. Fine", you mutter under your breath, not taking his helping hand.

"Hey, Munson!! That your co-freak?" Tommy shouts from across the field.

"Match made in hell!!", Tony added, and the rest of the group bursts out into an obnoxious fit of laughter. Before you know it, your hands that were just hanging by your side curl up into fists and almost involuntarily, you start walking forward towards the group of bullies.

Ever since that last fight, they have been on your ass. from spilling stuff on you to locking you in empty classrooms so you miss classes. the entire group reminds you of your brothers and sisters back at the lab. Your Papa-- Martin. Martin would make them fight you, despite knowing full well you'd lose. the lab infirmary had always been your second room more so than the rainbow room.

There is a fight. somehow, you aren't sure how though, Eddie gets involved as well.

By the time some teacher stopped it, you had bruised knuckles and a split lip, Eddie had one too and a bruise spread across his cheek. Tony had a black eye and a broken elbow. Maybe you and Eddie made a good team.

You are then called to the principal's office and are ordered to call Hopper once. The threat of being suspended from school hanging in front of you like a sword.

You call Hopper. He doesn't pick up. You call the station. Flo, the lady at the desk, tells you that he was busy but that she would convey the message as soon as she could.

You wait five hours. And then some more. The sun has already set. The sky is filled with clouds of different shades and hues of lilacs and oranges and pinks. The road is close to barren.

The principal has suspended you and Eddie for a week. His uncle had talked to the principal– the old man had offered to drop you off, the two of you did live in the same trailer park afterall. you had refused but now you wholeheartedly regret it as you look at your watch and realise how long you had been sitting on the dirty, concrete pavement. The gravel was uncomfortable, the air still humid.

But you and your stubborn ass are here waiting for Jim Hopper. At this point, you aren't even sure if he was coming. Your rusty bike stands abandoned in the stands.

As the sky was starting to get darker, you realised that you should probably get going, you shouldn't sit out in the open like this all alone. Then there was the stubborn part of you. You didn't want to move; everything was too much yet nothing at all.

Several Minutes pass. That's when you hear the sound of tires against gravel and engine revving. You look up to see the all too familiar Blazer along with the all too familiar face.

The car stops in front of you, "Hey, kid–", he tries starting while cranking the window down.

"You are six hours late", you interrupt him.

he lets out, "I'm sorry.." his fingers rub over the steering wheel, "C'mon I'll drop you off", he says with a jerk of his head towards the passenger seat.

You walk around the car to get in the passengers side, slumping down in the seat. Jim shifts the gear, driving through the streets of hawkins.

"You got in another fight?" Jim finally breaks the silence of the car, "What happened this time?" He asks before you could tell him. You almost want to be mad at him for being so oblivious to the details but you are tired and your injuries hurt– the school nurse was awful at her job. You are exhausted so you settle on explaining.

"I got suspended…", Jim's eyes flit to your face before quickly turning back onto the road, "...for a week."

The man lets out a deep sigh, "You promised that wouldn't happen"

"And you promised that you'd visit me", you can't help but add a little venom to your words.

"...ah, thats what this is about", he says, almost a mumble to himself. 

Jim doesn't say anything for the rest of the car ride. Neither do you. The air is thick with tension and you don't want to be the first one to cut it. You don't say anything when Hopper doesn't turn at the intersection he is supposed to. After a few minutes, the car stops in front of the video store and Jim finally speaks up .

"Alright kid, What's your favourite movie?" You look at him, confused, before shrugging. "What about your favourite snack?" You shrug again.

You wonder why his features soften for a second, "Okay, we need to fix that", he says turning the car off, "You need to develop some taste, kid. Expand your horizons. That make sense?"

You nod before he mutters a 'c'mon' while getting out of the car. You follow suit. You and Hopper pick out a random movie and some snacks and popcorn. Then he drives you to your trailer where you watch the movie and enjoy the sweet and salty snacks to your heart's delight.

Somewhere near the halfway mark of the movie, you fell asleep– the exhaustion of the day finally taking over. When Hopper looks back from the screen to look at you to see how much you were enjoying the movie, he notices your closed eyes, the steady rise and fall of your chest as your head was lolled to the side.

Jim immediately pauses the movie. When he looks at the time, the clock reads 9:30 p.m., he decides it was pretty late. The man moves to pick you up and carry you to your bedroom, the movement wakes you up. It isn't until he finally put you on the mattress, that you speak up.

"Hopper?" Jim hums in acknowledgement. "Is the movie over?"

"No but you need to sleep, it's getting late", he smoothens your blanket over you. "We will finish it... later?"

"Later", you echo. Jim was getting up to leave when you call out again, "Are you... leaving?"

"Yeah, kid. I'm sorry"

"You can stay", you try to bargain.

"I can't. But you'll see me later this week I promise", he turns to leave again before he notices the teddy bear sitting by the shelves. "You still got this bear?"

"Mr. Arnold", you correct him through a yawn.

"Right, right. Mr. Arnold Bearenbearer– I remember." He chuckles to himself, a smile creeping onto his face at the name he made up when he gave it to a younger scared you. the toy is old, the blue ribbon around its neck is fraying, tattered-- well-loved. it was one of Sarah's favourites, "You take good care of him?" You nod in response.

"Good, because if you take care of him..."

"he will take good care of me."

".. yeah, its like a superpower– I’ve said this all before, haven't I?”

You nod with a sleepy shy smile.

“Yeah, well I'm an old man, kid. Can't keep up.” Jim smiles and you mirror it before your features contort into another yawn. "Good night kid. Sleep tight"

"Good night."

…

You have a headache, similar to the one you'd have back when you had powers, it had subsided earlier in the day but increased again when you got to the mall. There are too many people, you ascertain as you walk behind Max and El, weaving through the crowd. Max takes El and inadvertently you, to various shops in the mall. Giggles from the two girls fill the air as they try the various things from dresses to hats and even shoes. Trying to find the super-powered girl her style, something she could call her own.

El had a grin pasted on her face and so did Max and you knew that this was going to be the start of an amazing friendship.

You are glad El was starting to find who she is– finding out what she loves and what she doesn't. and Max is the perfect person to encourage and empower her without being patronising to the girl.

In the shoe store, El is trying on a pair of high heels. Her legs wobble as she tries to strut in the shoes, losing her balance almost immediately, the girl falls to the ground. You and Max are quick to help her get up. When you look up, you see a group of girls, with a judgemental look painted upon their faces.

Your nostrils flare, fists clench and you are about to say something to the strangers. But before you can do so, the girls beside you do something that you would never have expected— they laugh. They brush it off and unapologetically laugh.

Max leads El and you towards the food court. Your ears perk at the mention of scoops ahoy. You know that Steve would probably be there, maybe you could apologise for whatever Jim had said to him. Maybe get an answer for why you couldn't get ahold of him earlier.

As you walk through the herd of people with a slight pep in your step, you try your best to follow the two girls to the ice cream parlour.

Suddenly, your shoulders knock against someone, when you turn to see who it was, you are met with a man in a security uniform.

For the split second you both look at each other, annoyance and irritation flashes on his features along with a hint of what seems to be recognition; but you don't recognise the man, you are sure of it.

Confusion in your mind is quickly swept under the rug as the two girls quickly lead you towards scoops ahoy. Thoughts of the stranger long gone.

There on the counter is Steve Harrington, who had just finished serving two young boys.

"Hey, Harrington", Max greets.

"Hey", you mouth, shyly waving towards him from behind the two girls.

"What do you guys want?", The boy gestures towards the ice cream tubs, completely ignoring your greeting and skipping all pleasantries.

The girls gave in their orders, the boy starts to scoop the strawberry and vanilla ice cream, not even sparing a glance towards you.

"What about you (y/n)?" Eleven questions.

you blink a little dumbly, "Huh?"

"Which one d'you want?", Max asks.

"I…", your voice trails off when your gaze finally met Steve's– his jaw clenches and he had an unreadable expression on his face, "I don't know... I'll take any"

Suddenly, the window slides open behind Steve, revealing a girl with short blonde hair, headphones around her neck. She whispers something to Steve and the boy says something back. The girl smiles, and she looks pretty and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy.

He goes scooping one for you too– the same flavour which he'd gotten for you the day before. The boy turns around with two cones of ice cream in his hands, handing them to the girls and giving you yours without even looking at you. Your fingers brush together, the boy quickly retracts his hands and turns back towards the two girls. The girls mutter a "thanks" before starting to eat the sweet goodness.

"Wait a second," for a split second his gaze flicks towards you before going back to El, "are you even allowed to be here?" He knows the answer to his own question, you aren't allowed. You know the question is directed towards you, despite him saying it to El. Yet he dares not to look at you.

Your sister and Max fall into a fit of giggles before turning to leave. Your eyes are still locked onto Steve's, the expression on his face that you couldn't decode, one you'd never seen on his face– you didn't know what it meant and oh, did you want to stay and find out. But the two girls were already almost out of the store and you were supposed to look after them.

You mutter a little "bye" before turning to leave too– almost sprinting towards the girls. The boy doesn't return your salutation and instead just looks at the direction from where you'd left.

"Hey, dingus"

"Jesus, Christ. What?" Steve flinches at the sudden appearance of Robin beside him

"I would appreciate if you tried not to burn holes into our customers", Robin says leaning against the counter, "Also I got the second sentence"

"Great."

"Okay, you know what? I'm done with this"

"With what?"

"You! You've been acting this way for two days now. What the hell is happening?"

"Nothing is happening"

"Oh, really? 'cause you look like a kicked puppy right now"

"No I don't."

"Who was that?", she quirks her brow, jerking her chin towards where you had just been, "The person you just served?"

"They were Dustin's friends", he answers as nonchalantly as he could, shrugging,

"No, dingus, the older one."

"Also, Dustin's friend"

"So why the hell did you look at 'Dustin's friend' with such a dejected look?"

"That's just how my face looks and why do you care anyway?"

His coworker sighs before turning towards the backroom once again, mumbling a raspy "whatever". She does know now that Steve's demeanour had something to do with you. She could probably discern if she investigated a bit more. But at that moment she had bigger things to decipher like a super-secret Russian code.

…

"Why did Steve look like he was mad at you?" Eleven whispers to you– ever observant.

"I don't know", you whisper back to her.

"Oh, you've gotta be shitting me", the redhead who is walking ahead of you spoke up. Your gaze follows her eyeline and you see the boy's of the party by the bike stands. "Isn't this a nice surprise!" Max exclaims sarcastically.

Mike drops his bike, stunned, "What're you doing here?" He interrogates, pointing towards El.

"Shopping." Your sister states.

"This is her new style.. what d'you think?"

"What's wrong with you? You know she's not supposed to be here", he then turns to you and points an accusatory finger towards you, "You know she's not supposed to be here"

"What is she, your pet?"

"Yeah, am I your pet?"

"What? No!"

"Why do you treat me like garbage?"

"What?"

"You said Nana was sick"

"She is!"

"Yeah, she's so sick", Lucas speaks up from behind mike.

"Which is why we're here– to shop for Nana and also we're here to get something for you but it's hard 'cause I only have three dollars and fifty cents"

"It's Super hard", Lucas backs Mike up.

You notice Will, who stands behind them, not participating in the interaction. The young boy's gaze jumping from one person to another before it finally lands on Mike.

"You lie..", Eleven starts, "Why do you lie?"

When she gets no response from Mike, she walks closer to the boy. she looks at him for a second before her head turns at the sound of the bus arriving.

"I dump your ass."

Max's, Will's and lucas' eyes go wide at your sister's declaration. Max's mouth hangs open before Eleven grabs her and you by your wrists and pulls you to the bus.

Good for her, you think.

…

It is a Saturday. It is about to be seven days since Hopper promised to finish the movie with you. You stopped wondering when his later would come.

Since you are suspended from school you offered to do more shifts at the gift shop.

Every now and then teenagers from Hawkins high and middle school come in through the doors of the shop and they give you wary looks. Of course, word travels in a small town like Hawkins like wildfire.

The day the fight happened, everyone and their mother came to know that (Y/n), who doesn't seem to have a last name, and Eddie Munson had gotten in a fight with Tony Reed.

Tony Reed was a bully, not the harmless kind either. The older boy is the type to torment someone for days on end just for his entertainment but still never face the consequences for any of his actions.

Word started travelling around: Tony Reed was moving out of Hawkins.

Maybe you should've broken his elbow sooner.

You, your coworker and your boss close up the store at around 8 in the night. The older lady offered to give you a drive home, but you, however, refused. Despite how sweet the lady seemed, you still couldn't trust anyone. So you bicycle through the empty streets under the yellow streetlights– back to the trailer-van that you call home.

When you enter the trailer park, passing the Munson's trailer, you see a very familiar vehicle standing infront of your home. Your feet peddle faster, when you finally reach the car, you leave your bicycle behind and go to the slightly open driver's window. The person's face covered with the familiar hat.

You knock on the window, the man jolts awake– a groan audible through the cracked window. He removes his hat and as soon as he meets your eyes, his face softens– a smile appearing on his face.

You step back as he opens the door. Before Jim could shut the door behind him, you run to tackle his torso.

"You came!" You hug Jim, your arms barely reaching around and touching around his frame. The man lets out an oomf at the impact.

"Of course I did. I promised, didn't I?" he says while holding the back of your head, gently patting your hair– it has grown out a lot since he first met you.

You nod against his chest, not letting go of the grasp you had on him.

"Okay, kid. I think that's enough affection for the day. How bout we get inside, finish that movie huh? I bought some of those snacks you liked", you only hug him tighter in response. Hopper chuckles, continuing to hold and caress the back of your head.

…

There is the rev of an engine, the telltale sign of the arrival of Jim Hopper.

The door flings open, then closes harshly behind the tall man. You watch him from the couch as you were browsing through channels on the TV. Jim looks at you but immediately averts his gaze, he walks a little further in the house, his movements loopy and rocky. He is drunk, extremely so– the mostly empty bottle in his hand backing up your conclusion.

Jim stops in his tracks again. "Hey!" He shouts with a little gravel in his voice, "Hey!" He repeats again, walking towards El's room where your sister and her friend are. "When I say three inches, three–"

When the door flings open, he expects to be met with the sight of El and Mike but instead he is met with her and Max reading comic books on the bedroom floor.

"Do you knock? jeez"

"Yeah, jeez!" Eleven repeats.

"Oh, hey", Jim, who seemed to be unable to respond, slurs out, "I'm sorry… I thought that you–"

"Mike's not here", Max interrupts his rambling as if reading his mind.

"Max wanted to have a… sleepover. Is that okay?"

"Yeah." Hopper nods while repeatedly saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah", he awkwardly looks between the two girls and then asks the redhead, "Your parents know about this?"

"Yup."

"Yeah, that's cool. That– that's really cool." The man just keeps looking at the two girls, almost spacing out in his drunken state.

"Did you need something?"

"No, no", he shakes his head, his palm reaching for the door knob. "I'll let you– I'll leave"

He stands outside the now closed door. His drunken features morph into a smirk as he grabs yet another beer can and settled himself on the armchair in front of the tv.

"'sup." You sit down on the couch beside him with a plop.

He looks over at you. "You're talking to me now?"

"Don't worry, I'm still pissed off at you but", you say, not looking at him. "I think we need to discuss some things. Have a talk"

"Great", he takes a big gulp of the beer in his hand.

"So let's start easy", you say stretching your arms. "How was work? I mean... that's where you were, right?", you say, eyes gesturing towards the most colorful shirt you'd ever seen on Hopper.

"Yeah", he slurs out.

"I'm a human lie detector, remember? I can tell when you're lying. It was the one thing I was good at, So, try and give me the truth", you assert dryly, "Were you at work?"

You barely hear it when he says, "...no"

"Where were you?"

"At a friend's…"

"Friend's what? Birthday?"

"Ye– no"

"Who was this friend?" you interrogate with narrow eyes.

"They never came"

"That wasn't my question but okay", you pause, eyes trained on him, trying to read his expression, "Even though they didn't come, who was it you were expecting?"

He takes another big swig from the can before he says all hesitant, "...Powell and... Callaghan?"

"Lie."

"Godamnit, Joyce– it was Joyce,'' he finally admits, frustrated.

"So, you were just going on a dinner with your friend Joyce"

"Like I said, she never came"

"Yeah but you were going to go on dinner with Joyce, if she'd come"

"But she didn't"

"But you wanted her to", you pause before asking, "Was this a date?"

"No!"

You both know it is lie, you don't even need to state that it is a lie, so you just look at the drunk man beside you while he takes a swig of the beer can in his hand.

"Next question", you state, folding your legs onto the sofa, "What did you say to Steve?"

"What–" Jim almost seems startled by the sudden subject change.

"Yesterday. What did you tell Steve"

"I didn't tell him anything", you look at him a little more, but this wasn't a lie. You can tell he is telling the truth. "I mean, that the boy wasn't there when I left", he further clarifies, when you don't say anything.

"Oh." is all that comes out.

"Where did you get that shirt?" The man beside you suddenly asks while you're in your thoughts.

"I've always had this", you lie. Max and El had convinced you to buy some clothes back at the mall as well.

"No– it's brand new", Hopper insists.

"So is yours Hopper–", you once again gesture towards his bright coloured shirt, "but I guess you wanted to look good for your friend Joyce, right?"

its tense, he takes another sip from his beer. after a few seconds, you sigh before getting up, "anyway, think I'm gonna teach El a new word later– hypocrite. She needs to be familiar. how does that sound?"

You don't wait for his answer to come, you get up, walk away and slam the door behind you.

...

[acutiewithagun]

Okay :)

How about platonic yan rottmnt where the turtles have all become delusional and believe m/c is their sibling, even though m/c is a human. I’d imagine them using the excuse of m/c ‘being mutated wrong in Draxum’s lab’ to back their point up and not accepting anything that disproves their delusions. Oh yeah, and they kidnap m/c. Could you make this request a long one, too?

(Oh buddy, you have no idea what you've done.)

Blood isn't skin deep

You pulled your knees to your chest as you glared at the wall beside you. It wasn't fair, where did everything go wrong!? You didn't get to expand upon that thought when Mikey happily barged into the room. "Hey sib, brought you lunch, Leo and Raph were talking about doing a family day soon." You refused to look away from the blank wall. But you heard him place something in front of you, just out of reach. "Any ideas on what you wanna do? I'll send a message if you want me to." Once this act could have fooled you, but not after so long. The room was silent as neither of you talked.

It was deafening with the tension. You wanted nothing more than to bolt out of the cursed room and make your way to freedom. But knowing these mutants you thought were your friends, someone or something will stop you the moment you try.

"I'm not your sibling, I have completely different parents than you. Heck, I'm human for crying out loud. There isn't any way I could be related to any of you." Mikey looked at you with an understanding grin and laughed. "Of course you're my sibling, you just aren't remembering correctly." You glared at him and mentally kicked yourself for the way you were acting. It has been months like this, the denial and attempted manipulation.

"No, I remember everything correctly. You are just refusing to admit it. You were a great friend, why did these delusions have to change that?" You were pleading at this point as you stretched over and pushed the tray of food further out of reach. He frowned and pushed the food back towards you. "Those people just found you after the explosion. You were then raised as human, most likely by a cloaking spell or something. But Donnie is working hard to change you back to normal."

You fisted the fabric of your shirt and turned away from Mikey. "Don't bother, I was born human, I'll stay human." Mikey seemed a bit frustrated he wasn't getting through to you as he abruptly stood up. "No you weren't, but I should get going. Leo will come by later to check up on you. Oh, and please eat the food I brought you, I wouldn't want you to be hungry." He gave your head a few light pats before walking out of the room.

You eyed the food, then the door. It was unlocked, you knew it was. They left it unlocked to give their delusions of you willingly being there some more reassurance. But the moment you tried to leave without any of the turtle brothers, a mechanical arm would materialize and force you back.

There was a button on the wall by the door you could press if you needed to use the bathroom and it would allow you out for exactly ten minutes. But if you weren't back in the room when that time was up, all four nights would hunt you down and bring you back.

You eyed the food again and pushed it away with your foot. You then went back to staring at that blank wall while coming up with escape plans. They took the clock out of the room after three months because they found out you would count how many days you were stuck there. Unpleased with how it seemed you were counting the days until you could leave, they took away the only source of knowledge of time.

Unfortunately for them, you kept track of days by the cycle of food brought to you. One of the best escape plans you had currently would only work if you could convince at least one of them you weren't their sibling. But they all fed into each other's delusions, so fat chance.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" You flinched from the sudden pur to your ear, which in turn, earns a laugh from the red eared slider. "Chill, just me, your most amazing brother in the world." You scoff and bat a hand at him, which he easily dodged. "Not my brother, so stop doing that."

He let out a soft chuckle and rubbed your head with a hand as he towered over your sitting form. "Still can't accept the truth? You became our sibling the moment we all got mutated. You were just too young to remember and got snatched up by those awful people." You glare at the turtle and stand up. "No, I was your fake sibling the day you decided it was so. I seriously have all the legal documents to prove I'm not your sibling."

He clicked his tongue with a smirk. "All forged, Donnie said so." "Speaking of which is here with news for the family. Alas, our precious sibling will have to stay here." You both turn towards the door and spot Donnie. He gestures for Leo to leave, which the slider complies with.

The door shuts behind them and you sit back on the floor nervously. The last time Donnie had news for the family, all the doors had new, special locks that everyone but you knew how to unlock.

Your stomach growled with hunger as your eyes land on the now cold food. Hunger strikes didn't work, but you could normally get away with not eating one meal a day. Just something about the food threw you off, you figured Mikey might have done something to it.

After a few minutes of just sitting around Raph entered the room with his classic soft, toothy smile. "Heya bud, Don needs ya to go to his lab, want me to walk you there?" No matter how many times he acted like he was giving a suggestion, you knew it was an order. So you nodded and got up, walking over to the door where he stood. "You didn't eat your lunch."

He escorts you out of the room and you both start walking together. "Wasn't hungry." He gave a worried nod as he put his hand on your back to get you to hurry your speed. "Well make sure to eat next time, wouldn't want ya to get sick."

Now it was your turn to nod as the pair of you entered Donnie's lab. You notice the genius at a table, two jars sat on it as he hovered over them. You looked up at Ralph as he gave you a reassuring grin and pushed you further in. "Hey Donnie, I brought em', just like you asked."

You watched as the shift shell straightened up quickly and smiled in your direction. "Absolutely splendid, if you could Raphala, assist them in sitting in that chair." He pointed to a chair beside the table as Raph nodded tightly.

"What's going on?" Your nervousness started rising as you were pushed over to where Donnie had instructed his brother to bring you. "Oh, nothing too big, we are just solidifying our bond as siblings. It's no big deal." You were sat on the chair as Raph held onto your shoulders. "Solidify or bond as siblings? We aren't related in any way, I'm human, you're mutant ninja turtles."

"Scoff, that's why this is necessary. We are just going to help your true form to return." Donnie grabbed one of the jars and looked at it. Raph smiled as his brother started rambling about the process. "You can leave Raph, it makes the surprise better." With a nod Raph leaves the room as Donnie hands you the jar with a turtle inside.

He hummed and walked back over to the table. "Do me a favor and hold that turtle." You hesitantly and carefully hold the adorable turtle out of the jar. "What is going on?" He looked at you over his shoulder as he grabbed the second jar.

"Well according to my calculations this would be the most effective way to go about this operation. It's the safest and least painful way, not to say it isn't painful." He walked behind you as you held the turtle cautiously. "Operation? What is going to happen? And what do you mean painful?"

Donnie sighed and you could hear a kid being removed from the jar he was holding. "Well you didn't eat the food dear Mikey made, so unfortunately for you, this will hurt quite a bit."

"But not to worry, soon you won't ever have to go back to your old life. And precautions will be lighter." You felt a jab of something sharp on your neck as you writhed in pain. He took the turtle from your hands as you released it from your grasp.

You fell to the floor in utter pain and agony as he gently caressed your head with his mechanical arms that stemmed from his battle shell. "Just like us once again, how exciting for you."

[adashulaz]

Voltron Hazbin Hotel AU

Cw for mentions of mūrdēr, sū1c1de, transph0b1a, arranged marriages while one is still pretty young(like 17) and the other is old asf(like 28), also religious psychosis ig since James does start to think he's hearing God.

Background ig, Keith takes the place of Adam while James takes the place of Lute.

Don't expect historical accuracy, this is fictional and I don't wanna have to write do a bunch of research and write about the weird stuff they probably did back then.

James is a trans guy from the 1800s(I think you can see where this is going) so due to this, he's very deep in the closet. He was always told that being trans or anything like that is wrong, a sin. So he pushed it into a chest and buried it six feet deep and ended up marrying some guy while still young due to his parents wanting it to happen. So after a few years of marriage, James is now 19 and his husband is 30, they have two children.

And it's all going well, James is being treated well by his husband(he's just ignored) and the children are healthy. But it all goes downhill when James swears that God is talking to him. It's not something that starts off strong, it starts off small like hearing someone call out his name. Then it slowly builds into hearing full conversations being had around him that are about him. And it's all the same thing, "He should kill his husband and children, get rid of them". It slowly started to drive James mad, making him seem both paranoid and hysterical. But he tried to fix it by going to the Chruch and confessing his madness to the priest. The priest didn't believe it was God but instead the Devil trying to convince James to sin. So obviously the priest told James to pray for strength, to not let the Devil win.

But James wasn't strong enough(at least that's how he saw it for the longest time), he couldn't get the Devil to leave him alone. So James ended up giving in, he ended up fulfilling the wishes of the Devil. He waited until it was late, his husband and children asleep before making his move. He took a pillow and held over the face of the newborn, used a hammer for the toddler, and used a knife for his husband. Then he set his own home on fire and stayed inside when he realized what he did.

To say James was surprised to end up in Heaven would be an understatement, he committed the worst kind of sin and not only that, he gave into the wishes of the Devil. But the angel before him only told him it wasn't true, telling him that while he did sin, it wasn't his fault. James didn't believe the angel but didn't argue, this is where he ends up meeting Keith.

Keith didn't really seem to care what James did to his husband and children. The man also didn't even seem to care about James that much in general. But that ended up changing with James joined the Exorcists and ended up being one of the best ones there. So James ended up as Keith's second in command after awhile. And during this time, James learned that his existence wasn't a sin so yk he ends up coming out.

I'll probably expand upon this if I ever turn it into a fic.

[stingro]

HI MERRR hope ur doing well !!!

for the reqs- consider some remlo+right person/wrong time, or blysen+first kiss?

or anything vaguely soulmate-y is cute too ^_^

HELLO MY FRIEND SPEX ^^ i'm doing well and i hope you are doing well too!!

SORRY. OKAY I FINISHED THIS I POSTED IT WRONG. HOLD ON. Ok i did blyke/isen first kiss but tbh one day i'll go back and write a full slow burn character study about blysen in uni haha see. i'm not super proud of this but i will definitely go back one day and expand upon this completely

darling, you're a little insufferable

blysen. 1220 words.

The first thing Blyke says when he opens the door to his dorm room is, "Go away, I'm trying to finish my homework," before promptly attempting to slam the door shut right on Isen's perfect face. (Because it does make sense that despite his rotting university excuse of a student diet consisting primarily of instant noodles, diet soda, and the occasional soju bottle, Isen is still somehow the picture of health and happiness.)

Isen stops the door from slamming by poking his foot through a slit, and in one fell swoop, swings it open. Blyke groans.

"Now, hold on," says Isen, holding his hands up in surrender. "Pack your shit, we're going to Moonite Park."

"I have shit to do." He crosses his arms grumpily, looking at his desk with all of its books. "I don't have time to go out right now. I still have to maintain my grades and—"

"Whoa, whoa. Hey." His voice gets softer and he gets close to Blyke, pressing his hands into Blyke's shoulders to ease the tension. "I know you have a lot to do. But it's not good for you to stay cooped up like this. Take a break. Let's grab some boba and go to the park, and you can work there."

"But, I—"

"Get ready, go change, and we'll leave in ten minutes." Isen ruffles Blyke's hair, and maybe Blyke's tired, because he just lets him. It's formed from years of comfort. "The sun will do you some good."

Finally, Blyke sighs in defeat and shoves his hands in his pockets before going over to his closet to pick something out. "Fine. You win."

***

Through the warm sun in the middle of fall and summer and Isen's slow, soft questions, Blyke opens up a bit more on the walk to the boba shop, telling Isen about a stupid group project that only three of them have worked on in a group of eight. And Isen is the kind of person to make jokes about how he 'shouldn't have been a STEM major and done something like Drama instead', but he thinks the bags under his eyes are particularly prominent and that his posture makes him look disheveled despite the effort he put into choosing an outfit that didn't scream 'My life is falling apart and I've survived off of pure spite', because Isen just nods his head and listens quietly before offering to pay for Blyke's boba.

Blyke looks at him like he’s crazy, head splitting in two, but Isen snorts and says, “Relax, idiot. I’m not doing your homework for you.”

Blyke immediately smacks his shoulder, hard. “I know you’re not! God, don’t ruin a nice moment by opening your big, fat mouth!”

Despite that, Isen opens up his wallet and pays for both drinks at the kiosk, and when they sit down with their drinks, Blyke finally feeling the chill and tasting the richness, he starts to tear up. Not with hiccups and sniffles and a scratchy throat--just salt welling up in his eyes, burning a little, his vision blurring.

Isen looks at him in alarm, reaching his hand to press into Blyke’s own. “Hey, hey hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he chokes out, wiping away his tears with his wrists. “‘m sorry, I’m just. There’s a lot. I’ve been so tired, haven’t been sleeping well.”

"Do you…wanna sleep at the park? Under one of the trees?"

It sounds so stupid, really, because why would he sleep under a tree with itchy grass that scratches him when he has a comfortable bed? But it gets him to stop crying right then and there, so he agrees.

***

"This is…nice," he says begrudgingly, head resting on Isen's lap, backpack unopened. Blyke looks up at Isen, who's petting his hair, eyes fluttering shut. "Where's Remi?"

Isen yawns, responds, "With Arlo I think. They're getting food right now, Arlo wanted to catch up with her."

"Oh." He yawns, again, and looks at Isen's face through hazy vision. He looks so…

"I wan' a kiss…," he croaks out, covering his eyes with his forearm, chewing on his bottom lip. 

Isen sits up straight at that, eyes decidedly not shut. Asks tentatively, "...Are you sure about that?"

"Yep.

"...Okay."

So, he leans in, gives a small little peck on Blyke's lips, and sits up again.

Blyke pretends not to notice the little blush creeping on Isen's face, and turns to face away from Isen to hide the redness crawling up his neck to his cheeks.

[ladysomething]

EXCUSE YOU MA'AM

Mads. what the fuck.

hun. I have. questions. I have thoughts. I have everything but tiredness and I'm supposed to be sleeping. I have a job to go to tomorrow. instead of that guess what I'm doing. I'm crawling on my roof. I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclousure. I'm in your walls actually.

let's go back to my 5+1 format. today is maybe 4 things for real.

1. I was. on the beach. ON THE BEACH. with my mom. and my dad. AND my brother. I was asleep before I saw the chapter. I had. a fucking alcoholic beverage in my hand. my family kinda assumed fighting karens at my job finally caught me and I had gone insane. maybe screaming bloody murder after I was asleep was a little bit worrying (two german dudes came to see if I was or had some kind of drug. I didn't). but Peter and Dante got me. I wanna have them. in front of me so that I can do some stress release.

2. the outfit is like. slutty slutty or just slutty. I never kind of understood the heels. are they like one of those that look like "roman" sandals? if you know what I mean. the ones that wish death upon your feet the moment you see them through the window that also are insufferable to wear because of the little strips or how exactly. show me your brain. c'mon don't be shy. I just wanna have a look. on how the fuck this thing goes. obviously not for a spoilers objective. surely not because of that.

3. fuck Fred and fuck Ferrari and fuck sponsors. in all honesty, fuck everyone but Jimmy and Sassy. oh and that reminds me

4. I hate you. (I don't) why would you work me up that fucking much and then leave me there. you're like a bf I had in college that left when we were about to have sex because he remembered he had an assignment due the next day and he had to finish like half of the thing. asshole.

+1 had it been anyone else, I would go on to say I'm proud to say I saw the Carlos thing coming. but is you. I cannot trust you. you're the real unreliable narrator. I'm sure I'll get a whiplash of the bunch of plot twist that this thing has.

+2 I was not going to text you about my issues with the operation of ao3 but after I faced a Charles fucking Dickens tag AGAIN I decided that maybe I will. it was all to protect my identity because I'm batman (I do not know how to use tumblr either, you'll soon find out) but who cares now. the PTSD is real now. if I ever find Charles Dickens again on ao3 I'll scoop my eyeballs with a spoon.

thanks for coming to my ted talk. also great chapter as always hun. I need wednesdays to come faster now.

😂😂😂

not today still being 6 things hahaha

well look. sorry not sorry but breaking that "fanfic readers can read anything in public with a straight face" really brings me immense joy. and I'm glad Dante and Peter hit as hard for you as they did for me

here is the Inso behind the shoes. do with that info what you will.

honestly ???? fuck Max and fuck Charles while we're at it. idiots.

don't worry. you will be gratified soon enough.

+1 hahahah the Carlos thing is ... I mean. it's a thing! that happened! that will be expanded upon next chapter!

+2 truly I am begging you. message me. you do not need to suffer the horror of the Charles Dickens tag!!!! I will guide you in the glorious ways of ao3.

[ladysisyphus]

So maybe the most important thing you need to know about this mix is that we've been adding to it since 2002.

The original, CD-length version of it (in 2005!) was a mix based on the beats of the anime, which then got separated into Vash and Wolfwood mixes. Then those got rejoined into a single mix and reshuffled to fit the beats of the manga, and then got expanded upon. I think its last major revision was ... 2011? Sure, that sounds about right. The biggest change in recent memory was when we moved it over to Spotify and lost all the songs that aren't on Spotify (including the song the title comes from, though the title remains).

Which means the second most important thing you need to know about this mix is that it's a collaboration, put together by two queer people who were best friends when its creation started, and now have been married for fourteen years.

Tracklist beneath the cut, but you can draw your own conclusions.

Eric Weissberg & Steve Mandell - Dueling Banjos

Los Fabulosos Cadillacs - El Matador Matador, te están buscando / Matador te están matando

Tom Waits - Way Down In The Hole When you walk through the garden / You gotta watch your back

The Wallflowers - Bleeders Gotta keep this together / Maybe next time is never

Greg Brown - Lord I Have Made You A Place In My Heart And I hope that you leave it alone

Ha Ha Tonka - What Shepherds Of These Hills!? We know that history will be the harshest judge

Our Lady Peace - Supersatellite And nothing dazzles me, I am in his dreams / And nothing is shocking, transparent human being

Electric President - Elegant Disasters Now we know what you look like / We know your facade is cracking

Bush - Little Things I'd die in your arms, if you were dead too

Cloud Cult - The Tornado Lessons You got your finger on the trigger / Though you never wanna fight / Put your belly up and aim / For the sky, sky, sky, sky

Cowboy Junkies - Highway Kind Then I'll meet the ones between us, be thinkin' 'bout you / And all the places I have seen and why you were not there

Bruce Cockburn - Use Me While You Can Bullet in a sandstorm / Looking for a place to land

Sting - It's Probably Me You search the city / For your only friend / No-one would you see

Paul Simon - Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona

Stealers Wheel - Stuck In The Middle With You Well I don't know why I came here tonight / I've got the feeling that something ain't right

Ha Ha Tonka - Giant Strides Chomping at a bit I can't spit out / Some people just need to let it go

Lyle Lovett - Promises If God is my witness / Then God is my savior / But if you are my judge / Then I'm already damned

Bush - 40 Miles from the Sun I need to lose to make it right / I'll confront the stars tonight / I will babble, I will bite

Okkervil River - For the Enemy They'll tie us down / With those fine thin threads / And run their knives / Up and down our skin

Toad The Wet Sprocket - Whatever I Fear Did we expect these things to change / By waking up and suddenly there they are

Radiohead - Sit Down. Stand Up. Walk into the jaws of Hell

Matchbox Twenty - Bed of Lies I know that it's weak, but God help me, I need this

Indigo Girls - Starkville If you were here in Starkville / Well the local girls they wouldn't have a prayer

Emmylou Harris - I Don't Wanna Talk About It Now I wanna go down

The Mountain Goats - Have To Explode You name one thing about us two, anyone could love

Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down But as sure as God made black and white / What's down in the dark will be brought to the light

Bush - Machinehead If I had it all again I'd change it all

Counting Crows - Cowboys Oh, I, I will make you look at me / Or I am not anything

Ha Ha Tonka - Dead Man's Hand All around me are wasted plans / Everywhere you look no matter where you stand

Bob Dylan - Not Dark Yet But it's getting there

Wilco - Via Chicago I dreamed about killing you again last night / And it felt all right to me

Matthew Good - Non Populus You know we could have stayed / Instead of crawling off into the wilderness

Psalmships - Heart Carries Blame I'm full of shit but I mean it

W.G. Snuffy Walden - Project Blue

O'Death - Ourselves Alone dear, I know where I'm leaving / Dried up, into the storm

Radiohead - Idioteque We're not scaremongering / This is really happening

Soul Coughing - $300 I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on / I know you lord are a jealous lord

The National - You Were a Kindness There wasn't any way for anyone to settle in / You made a slow disaster out of me

O'Death - Don't Come Back

Radical Face - Ghost Towns But all this time, I been chasin' down a lie / And I know it for what it is / But it beats the alternatives / So I'll take the lie

Joe Pug - I Do My Father's Drugs If you see me with a rifle / Don't ask me what it's for / I fight my father's war

Drew Bunting - Gin I meet him / Half-delivered / But he calls me brother, joy and lover

Dave Matthews Band - Bartender If I go, before I'm old / Oh brother of mine, please don't forget me if I go

Nina Simone - I Think It's Going to Rain Today Broken windows and empty hallways / A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray

Okkervil River - The Velocity of Saul at the Time of his Conversion But enough of “the fight,” enough “you and I” / Enough of “prevail” or “walk in the light”

The Flaming Lips - The Ego's Last Stand A man holds a gun / There's no explanation / Oh, he shoots at the sun

The Mountain Goats - High Hawk Season I saw the streets fill up with people that I knew / People who looked like you

Explosions In The Sky - Catastrophe and the Cure (Four Tet Mix)

Jonathan Coulton & Suzanne Vega - Now I Am an Arsonist Touch the sun, my eyes wide open unbelieving / Catch a breath, the only one who's left is leaving

William Elliott Whitmore - Rest His Soul We were living proof of a dying dream / The truth is no one saw us coming / There's always one more song left to sing

[darthkvznblogs]

Ngl, the Kverse has been stale for a bit. Few people know anything about the franchises you've added through the Vantage oneshots, and none of the popular fics have been updated in months. The main one hasn't been touched in half a year. I'm sure you've noticed that your tumblr gets much, much less traction these days. The quality of the whole project has gone down, and it's because you're spreading yourself too thin. All the best, but a lot of us are starting to lose interest

This reads super condescending, so I was tempted to just say "thanks for reading, sorry you're leaving, but I ain't changing a thing" and move on with my day, but alright, I have my morning coffee and it's a light day at work, so I have a bit of time to expand on that.

I don't write the series for you. Of course, I really appreciate that it's gotten a following, and entertaining people makes me very happy, but what I write, I write for myself, and if people care to read it, that's a bonus. I had the exact same philosophy when I could count my readers on one hand, and I'd write the same way if I got millions of views. If every single one of my readers dropped the series today, I'd be sad, sure, but I still wouldn't change how I do things.

If my aim was to be popular, I wouldn't be writing niche crossovers, trust me. You'd think maybe adding a franchise could only open up the potential audience of people willing to give your crossover a shot, but it's almost always the opposite - you're instead turning away people, some who were readers and don't like the new additions, or others who could've been readers but don't care to read a crossover with what was written before. That's just something you have to accept going in when writing stuff like this, and I'm very much used to it.

I'll remind you: I don't get paid for this. I get nothing from writing the series other than the satisfaction of writing something I enjoy. I have to balance my actual full-time job, a barely existent social life, and what little free time I have against the games I wanna play, the shows I wanna watch, the books I wanna read, and of course, my work on the series, which entails a bunch of research, hours upon hours working out the mess into a semi-coherent shared universe, and of course, the actual writing process. I can't write faster than I do. I've always written slowly, you just got more updates from me before because I was unemployed and had all the free time in the world. Unless some modern-day patron of the arts pays me the big bucks to leave my job and do this thing full-time, this is how it's gonna be for the foreseeable future - and if you or anyone else reading it can't or won't commit to waiting that long, that's okay.

I'm glad you found some enjoyment in the series, I thank you for reading, and I hope one day you decide to catch up (with what little I may have updated :P), but I'm not gonna beg anyone to stick around. There's so many talented writers out there that deserve you giving them a chance, and I'm definitely not the only one doing a big universe fusion, so I have no doubt you'll find a good substitute.

Regardless, as long as I have more stories to tell (and I have many), the Kryptonverse will continue on.

[front-facing-pokemon]

you should talk about your pokémon ocs sometime :0

ahh well there'd have to be enough demand for it, as with most things i talk about outside of the tags. i basically never make posts outside of ffp that aren't responses to asks—but i have responded to every ask i've gotten so far. as with every post i make that isn't ffp, i run the risk of someone out there saying "you're just the front-facing pokémon blog, i came here for that, stop talkin' so much" which is why i usually relegate my commentary to the tags unless i get an ask. sure, my oc stuff is something i'm proud of—i used to have an entire blog dedicated to it, though i deleted it after a while—but it's a pretty involved thing to talk about. there's a lot i have yet to say about myself that i could talk about, but if the demand isn't there, then i assume the general consensus is that folks are here for front-facing pokémon, and the occasional commentary in the tags

… though since you asked, i'll give a small summary rundown under the cut

what i've made is basically a homebrew ttrpg based off of the pmd series. there's a few games in the series, all with their own pmd-game-styled titles, and they're based around trying to replicate the feel and spirit of a pmd game as much as possible while still having a lot of the freedom that comes with a ttrpg as opposed to a video game. they're solo campaigns, obviously since i'm recreating pmd in ttrpg form, and they've had a few players so far—but only one has managed to get all the way through two of the campaigns

there's a lot of characters, and some of the worldbuilding is extrapolated straight from pmd. wigglytuff's guild, the expedition society, all that—i tried to structure the world in the same way while also expanding upon it based on the characters i placed in the world and more lore to give even the seasoned pmd fan things to learn about the world and what's happening in it

at one point, i did try to do a written adaptation of it online. it's since been deleted, because i entered college and sorta never had the time to update it, but i still work on the world and the characters to this day. by definition, since it's a ttrpg, it's collaborative in essence—there are baseline things that i can establish as "canon" of course, and there's an intended outcome and intended ways to play the game, but ultimately it's up to player interpretation exactly how everything is done. and that was my primary goal—to make sort of an undertale style world where it's less focused on dungeon-crawling combat like traditional dnd and more on good roleplay and character interactions + dialogue. it's just about living in the pmd world, after having been turned into a pokémon—and saving the world, too, of course

there's much, much more i could say about it, but i'll leave it at that, for now. such as the text-based nature using pmd talksprites to convey dialogue, the formatting and gameplay, the partial voice acting done by yours truly…

but if i talk about that too much then i risk talking about myself and the whole "i wish i could do voice work as a career but it doesn't seem viable so i'm stuck being a software developer" thing and we don't wanna see that

[goodtimesyana]

continuing to think about why i find polyamory so insidious outside of the historical revisionism. like okay great dakota chiefs had multiple wives and that wasn't about sexual and romantic gratification or chauvinism it was a practical arrangement. and for mohawk the chiefs had to be married to demonstrate that they were capable of nurturing relationships. marriage is a sacred thing right. and polyamorists are generally incurious, and at the core of that model of relating is deficiency. they'll say, well, one person can't possibly meet all of your needs, so let's have multiple relationships with people, all of whom fail to meet needs that others do, and that's fine and that's human- but it almost always comes down to sexual needs. emotional needs and intellectual needs are easy to meet by having friendship and family and community, but sexuality is about connection, it's about the consideration of another's personhood. it's not just a thing that feels good, it's not like a handshake. i resent the neoliberal sex-positive outlook on sex as a physical act rather than an emotional one. i dislike the "queer" outlook that sexual novelty is integral to one's identity. i don't know why the polyamorist reaction to an unmet need is to urgently seek to have the need met with another person, rather than to investigate the need itself. is it a need at all? in seeking to meet this need, am i pursuing the most loving outcome for everyone involved here? can i meet this need myself? i don't think sexual needs are inseparable from emotional needs. if they are i think there's something wrong with you. at its core i just have the sense that contemporary polyamory is about evading connection and responsibility to each other. it's pure hedonism, it's all about sexual novelty.

in the world we used to live in, people were responsible to each other. we took care to preserve the things that we had and to mend them and to alter them, we were more cognizant of the craftsmanship of our clothing and our artwork, because we usually knew the craftsmen, and we loved them. there was not so much paranoia about connecting with and depending upon our neighbors. nobody was really looking at leaving relationships that "no longer serve" them as a viable option, and now we are, and maybe it's better that way sometimes- but i can't bring myself to see that idea as absolutely true or good. we have a responsibility to serve ourselves, and each other. that's a way that makes human beings distinct from other animals, is a sense of responsibility. if you've grown in a way your partner hasn't you don't have to look at it as outgrowing a relationship, that's only an issue if you see a relationship as an absolute arrangement. i think people should be committed and intentional, but we shouldn't be fixed in our expectations, they can change, they can expand and contract like breath, and that's something natural. it's like saying i'm gonna be with you and all of the people who live in your body with you until the end of the line if you'll let me. and if you don't wanna let me and you wanna shove me away and hurt me i'll love you anyways and i'll always be willing to look again. i'm not gonna punish you.

and it's a lonely way of looking at the world, because people are usually firmly in one camp or the other- either relationships are vessels for pleasure or they're solemn commitments. and the truth is that they're the center of the world, and they're living things, and they need a lot of care and a lot of patience, and we also have to relinquish control. that doesn't mean relinquishing hope or giving up on them when they become difficult, it just means that you can't become attached to specific outcomes, because you'll always be surprised by what you find. i want a life with you but i'm not attached to where we live or who we become. i just wanna be close to you. when i think about the future i wanna feel safe and warm and i want there to be quiet and comfort and curiosity. i don't wanna have to deal with your mistresses and have you thinking your infidelity is spiritually liberating.

[banishmentplanet]

The Empire never cared about Earth.

But they found one use for it- a dumping ground. A place to send their very own that they didn't kill but simultaneously never wanted to see again. To be sent to Earth was to be abandoned, discarded. An Irken exiled to Earth would never be heard from again.

They were far from dead, though.

⭒ Welcome to Banishment Planet! ⭒

This is my big headcanon heavy Invader Zim AU. It is a two parter technically, which I'll explain below! For easy access, here are the main tags of this blog:

#alaart : For all art, including things not related to any story.

#artist support : For reblogged IZ art.

#banplanau : For all posts regarding the main AU, not necessarily specific to either half of the timeline.

#tow : For the Zim and Dib focus precursor story, 'Treading Open Water'.

#banishmentplanet : For the second part of the timeline and the story involving my original characters, Navic and Itsuki.

#ao3 : To easily find AO3 links and excerpts I post here.

#scpiz : My side AU for funsies, explorations of various SCPs with these two nerds as the leads.

#boarderiz : Another side AU, focusing on deep space adventures between a Zim and Dib who meet for the first time as adults in space.

What is Banishment Planet?

Banishment Planet is both the name of the AU and, depending on the context, a specific part of the overall timeline. It is preceded by 'Treading Open Water', the story arc focusing on Zim and Dib's own character growth. 'Banishment Planet' takes place a few years later, featuring both them and original characters. Namely, an exile by the name of Navic and a home-planet Irken named Itsuki.

Headcanons? What are those?

By the nature of the IZ universe (cough cough, Jhonen has given us so little), headcanons are a huge thing for us. It's my favourite part of this fandom, seeing how differently these same characters and setting can be expanded upon and interpreted. And because of that there will always be headcanons you don't like as much as others. If my angsty mushy interpretation of these idiots isn't your flavour, just trot off and leave me to it :]

That being said, this fandom, for twenty years, has been rife with some of the stupidest discourse surrounding the vagueness of the canon. Here are my hard rules:

1: Don't even start- Zim and Dib are the same age. Show material calls them both children multiple times and any comment on age by creators is inconsistent. So over two actual decades the lot of us have just decided on what we like better. I think it's funnier if they're the same age. Here’s a great post about it too.

2: Here, they are queerplatonic. In short, this refers to people who are close and affectionate in ways western culture wouldn't consider just friends, so hush.

What about the cool stuff?

In terms of the world, I wanna keep that up to natural reveal! To lay it all out in a text post most people won't read is boring and doesn't exercise media analysis and creative thinking skills. Read the stuff, look at the art, find things out for yourself!

[paperpeacock]

hi can i request keith reacting to his s/o proposing with paper rings

Hi, I'm so sorry I made you wait for so long, I really appreciate your patience. thank you so much for your request and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Keith x reader - Paper Proposal

His back was pressed against the wall, with one leg outstretched across the metallic whilst the other stayed kneed against his chest. You could tell when the red paladin was focused, his raven bangs casting a dark shadow over his gaze, brows furrowed in frustration as he fiddled with the paper between his fingers. 

After Voltron had disbanded, the paladins ventured off into their separate expertise. With Keith, former black and red paladin, leaving to help rebuild the universe. Zarkon had left nothing but entropy in his wake, but with him now defeated the hurt could finally start to wrap their wounds. During this healing process, he met you, Y/N. Now, when he first set eyes upon you of course he thought you were alluring, but his stubborn heart wouldn't budge, not yet at least. 

It took some time, but he soon opened up. Opened up to your soft gaze, opened up to your tender touch, opened himself to you. Something he swore to never do, to never let his guard down. But you dismembered his armor piece by piece and together you set out to make the universe better. 

So, this is where he faced his dilemma. You two had been together for three years now, and those three years have been the happiest ones. And he wanted such happiness to continue to grow and expand. He wanted to be with you till the day his body dropped. And to do so, he could only think of one way, at least the earthly way. He wanted to propose.

"And you're gonna do it with that?" Lance gestured to the paper ring.

"I would buy a real ring but I haven't been back to earth in years" His head fell back upon the titanium wall, his umber gaze directed towards the ceiling.

"Well, why not just wait?-"

"I don't wanna wait anymore!"

The two faced each other with shocked looks as Keith blurted out his statement. The former red paladin buried his head between his arms as the former blue paladin chuckled beside him.

"I see" he smiled, peering down at his ravenette friend.

"I can't be certain I'll ever be back on earth, but I am certain that I am deeply and madly in love" he pressed his palm against his chest.

...

Lance snorted as a smile grew on Keith's face.

"Too much?"

The Cuban nodded, snickering into his hand. in their younger years, the pair would've been at each other throats, but now all grown and just a little bit more mature, they could finally find an understanding in one another.

"But I get it though, you love Y/N and you wanna show it"

Keith smiled at the thought of you, the thought of being with you forever made his heart swoon. Snapped from his lovey thoughts lance stood up.

"You should do it, man, seriously" lance outstretched his hand and hoisted him up.

"I will, thank you" keith nodded, pushing forward to go find you.

lance watched his friend leave, shadowy locks growing ever longer.

"anytime Mullet, anytime"

Keith pressed past the doors of the castle. Outside lay a garden, his eyes scanned amongst all the greenery and flowers. He last visited this place after Allura had passed away. Now her statue lay in a veil of pansies and roses, snake-like vines that hugged her dress, as did the rest of her garden.

The breeze blew gently as he paced about the winding maze, to clear his head he tied his stygian hair back into a small ponytail. you insisted he keep it long.

"Where in the world" he whispered, clenching his jaw and tapping his foot hastily.

"Keith?" A gentle voice called; and there you were, behind a wall of evergreens sat your figure upon a metallic bench. Your hair softly wafted in the breeze along with many blossoms that floated about your smile. His heart picked up the pace.

Y/N, I need to tell you something" His gaze was deep, albeit a bit intense, but deep.

"Okay" you breathed, standing up before him.

he clutched the paper ring in his pocket, heart drumming beneath his chest, fingers slightly trembling. Even after battling the universe's greatest tyrant, no fear would ever amount to what he felt right now. Staring upon the quartz floor, feeling your worried gaze upon his head. God, why was this so hard?

"Y/N"

He knelt before you, pulling the ring from out his pocket, meeting your starry eyes. He gulped down the screaming worry that tormented him and finally spoke the words.

"Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"

Every blossom that was once fluttering about now froze still as everything fell to a halt. Before you, Knelt, a man, his hair dark as night, skin pale as snow, and eyes ignited in passion. A midnight prince shrouded in shadows, presenting you with a promise. A promise to give you his heart forever.

"Yes!"

Your heart swelled beneath its seams, as you took the ring into your hand, not noticing it was even paper.

"of course, I will buy you an actual ring, this is only tempor-"

You stopped him by yanking his collar toward you, pressing your lips against his own. After realizing what was happening, Keith joined in, snaking his arm around your waist, and smiling against your lips.

If Allura could see through the eyes of her statue. She would be beaming.

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

hello, this is 🥝 anon! I want to request something a little angsty. whether this ends up as a list of headcanons or a scenario is up to you, whatever is easiest! with ysheath, how about a reader who fancied him (they both didn't confess ever, but people kind of knew). Reader begins to slowly realize they don't agree with how things are done with the witches after graduating from student-dom, much like olruggio, but isn't vocal about their beliefs, they just slowly distance themselves from the great hall (not betray, of course). what would happen if, after a long time of not seeing each other, they happen upon each other? I'll leave any implications up to you, I had a lot of trouble condensing my thoughts and this feels a bit convoluted so you don't have to incorporate everything!! thank you

Oh gosh, okay. That sounds good.

Ysheath x gn!reader

Synopsis: reader has distanced themselves from the Great Hall, and meets him again after years

Note: I forgot why he criticised them, so I just looked it up on his wiki right now and found this: "Olruggio’s kindness towards others forces him to begin to question the laws of witch society, specifically laws against witches practicing medicine and introducing non- witches to magic.", so I hope that's the critique you meant

Note 2: This includes writing in headcanons. Idk. Also, I realised this sort of angst is alright with me, even without happy ending. 😊

Warnings: angst. That's it. That's the post.

Both of you painfully obvious with your feelings

Not so secretive touches that linger too long to be anything other than romantic

Quiffrey teasing both of you, sometimes when you were all together, you and Ysheath blushing

But he was too serious about his studies, and you, too, had no time to confess

At least that's what you and him always told yourselfs

And then you came across a sentence in your books

Barely noticable

But that was enough to make you think

How was it ethical to deprive the injured from health?

What is more:

How was it ethical to leave people to die?

And then these sentences started to pile up

What gives us the right to practice witchcraft?

Who decides that?

(Yay, classicism!)

And so, when you finally passed your test, you left the Great Hall, living close to a Watchful Eye who lived a bit away from that place

But that also meant you had to leave Ysheath behind

Years went by and you didn't step foot into the Great Hall

And when you did again, all these years later, of course you crossed paths with Ysheath

You had hoped, on your way there, that if you saw him, he wouldn't see you

And you did see him first

But unfortunately you froze at the sight of him

He had grown even taller, you noticed. His posture was as elegant as ever and his movements were soft and fluid, while still retaining a sense of authority.

His hair was taken by a breeze, beautiful and black

And his eyes as red as rubies-

Oh.

You saw his eyes widen for a second and then he turned around to his companions again

Your heart sunk, but you weren't surprised.

But then he turned around again and made his way towards you

Still frozen, your mind raced and your breath quickened

And then he was right in front of you

Your mouth opened, but not a single sound left it

"It has been a while, (Y/N),"

He bowed his head

You hurriedly mimicked him

"I've missed you,"

-left your mouth before you could stop it

His lips pressed into a line

"You knew where to find me."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I don't know how- I didn't... I'm sorry"

"How have you been?"

He seemed like he was forcing small talk

"Alright. I'm staying close to that one town at the riverbank, we went there once, remember?"

He hummed, his eyes still piercing you

You looked down at your feet

ANYWAYS

I'm really gonna get carried away

(I kinda wanna take this and expand this part, but I also don't wanna write angst without a happy ending 😫)

Which kinda, unfortunately, brings me to this:

I don't think this would work out

Maybe if they hadn't distanced themselves

I think he could live with this critique

He'd probably understand the critique concerning healing, though he might not share it

But now

If they really broke contact, he would have been heartbroken

He wouldn't forgive them, he'd always be hurt

He trusted them

He had hoped to spend his life with them, after all, everyone, including them too, knew about their feelings for eachother

I honestly don't think the s/o could save this.

If they could, it would be very hard and it would probably take years

That is, if it really could work

(Which again, I doubt, as much as it hurts me to say 😭)

[moomkin77]

I have the deepest respect for people who write good fanfiction. Now mind you, I also celebrate all those people who still put themselves out there and write a fanfic, even if it necessarily isn’t as good as someone else’s, because I sure as hell couldn’t do that.

As a writer, I get to enjoy the luxury of creating whole new people and worlds to interact with and expand upon for both my line and others’ enjoyment. There’s a certain kind of freedom you have, with that kind of writing, because there are only your own boundaries and standards that you must uphold. Fanfic writers; however, must adhere to canon in some way shape or form — be it through the plot, setting, or the characters themselves. Some writers tweak the characters’ personalities, or just completely change everything up altogether to provide readers with a new perspective. Some of my favorite fanfictions are written in a way that it explores a character — their motivations, their behavior — so much deeper than what is canonically seen, and yet it still feels like you are connecting with this real and accurate character, even if their personality or whatnot is not quite what you were used to seeing in the show or book or movie. Fanfiction writers are such badasses because they need to be able to capture this character’s original nature be it how they interact with those around them, their inner monologues, the true motivations behind their actions, or even something as simple as their usual speech patterns. They need to write this character in a manner that they accurately reflect how they are portrayed in canon, and then the writer can take some liberties with changing aspects of their actions or personality to fit into an entirely new plot. I cannot imagine how much work and research some fanfic writers have put into making sure the setting for their story is correct, that the various tools and creatures are something likely to be found in the story if only those things were expanded upon in canon.

The time and dedication they put forth to these works of art — because ultimately, that’s what good writing is — only to be ridiculed for their passion because people are too ignorant to acknowledge that fanfiction isn’t juvenile or silly, makes me so incredibly angry.

Don’t like the content of a fanfiction?

Don’t read it then, my dude. (Tags exist for a reason)

Wasn’t as good as you’d hoped it would be?

Oh well, just keep browsing.

Bad grammar?

I understand the frustration, but maybe English or whatever other language you’re reading in isn’t their first language. Just cut ‘em some slack.

Scathing comments are never necessary, because these writers put a lot of time and effort into creating these stories for people all over the world to read an enjoy — for FREE might I add —so they don’t deserve anyone’s shit, especially when they’ve managed to accurately write a literal fictional character who has already been created and perfectly fit them into a whole new and engaging plot. So yeah, mad respect and love to all you awesome fanfic writers out there. Keep writing and stay strong because you have an amazing gift no matter what some assholes might say.

Thank you for humoring my long post, and I’d like to leave you all with a couple shout outs to some good fanfictions and their writers that I’ve read recently and I believe deserve some love and attention. (Also I’m a bit biased but I can live with that)

An amazing Team Fortress 2 fanfiction by my good friend TheTriggeredHappy:

Running Blind

An enrapturing Detroit: Become Human fic by IvyLee:

Hold Up Honey

Many of these cute and short Detroit: Become Human stories, alongside two other fantastic DBH fics by headraline:

Detroit: Become Human Prompts

The Ups and Downs of Trying Something New

Music to my ears

A Spider-Man & Deadpool fanfic series by doctorestranged:

Dead Men Walking

Two wonderful Descendants fanfictions by RebelPaisley:

Love is Actually The Worst

Life is a Masquerade

Another awesome Descendants fic by taytayloulou:

Found Family

An absolutely STUNNING Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction by angelofthequeers:

Hold Me By Both My Hands

An adorable Miraculous Ladybug series by ominousunflower:

Missing the Third

One marvelous The Dragon Prince fic by spiritypowers & wordswithdragons:

(if time is money then) i'll spend it all for you

And lastly, a Dragon Age: Inquisition fanfic by Delmire:

Haven Valley

These are all the ones I can think of off the top of my head. I encourage you to give them all a try, but if they’re not your cup of tea that is totally understandable and I hope you find something to read that you genuinely enjoy during these stressful, quarantine-and-virus-filled times.

Sending lots of love and strength to everybody, because I’m sure we’re all struggling through some shit right now, be it school or family related. Don’t let 2020 get you down, and if you wanna chat or ask a question or something, feel free to message me 💙 (also here’s a picture of my grandma’s adorable dog Bailey to cheer you up)

[babeyvenus]

Revival(BNHA OC)

Chapter 4: Something Bad's About To Happen

Keeping herself hidden from her villainous father, and studying to be a hero for the sake of her and her deceased mother, Sunako Homura pushes her way through countless challenges in her highschool years. Will she lose it all, or lose herself?

Story Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Family/Comfort

Tags/Trigger Warnings: Gore/Blood, Suicidal attempts, Alcohol, Language, Panic Attacks

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Everyone was silent, but looked at me with wide eyes.

"I KNEW IT! I knew you had to be something!", the smaller boy yelled, pointing at me.

"Something....?", I asked, sweatdropping.

"You're a girl....?", Kaminari asked surprised.

"Why are you wearing the male uniform?", Midoriya asked.

"Because, I've learned to hate skirts and dresses and frilly, unnecessary things like that.", I explain.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with what you like. If you don't like skirts and dresses, trust me, I don't either, but it's nothing wrong with that.", Jirou said.

I gave her a small smile. "Thanks."

"Well, why did you come dressing up as a guy in the first place...?", Kirishima asked.

I sighed, rubbing behind my neck. “Its...confidential. Let’s just say, I have Daddy Issues.”

I looked at everyone and some of them looked concerned, some of them even looked shocked.

Everyone got up at the sound of the lunch bell and Mina gave me a look as if to tell me, 'we'll talk about this later.'

I started to follow the rest of the girls until I got pulled back by Bakugou.

"Somehow you cease to surprise me so far.", he says with a glare.

"Should I take that as a bad thing?", I ask.

"Damn straight.", he says, letting me go and walks out.

I sighed and left for the cafeteria too.

As I got something from the vending machine, I thought back to everyone's faces.

I didn't mean to make them feel down... What a good way to start the year…

Right about the time I was gonna go see Mina, the alarm went off and panic rang out in the cafeteria.

What now....?

I headed out toward the exit, which led me to be practically drowning in a crowd of panicked teenagers.

It wasn’t long before I found myself partially pinned against a wall and being jerked around.

Right before I was gonna explode on someone's ass for thrashing me, I felt someone grab my arm and pull me hard through the crowd to a less dense area.

"You okay?", a familiar redhead asks.

He blocked me against the wall in a protective gesture, grunting every time someone bumped into him.

"Do you know what's going on?", I asked throughout all the yelling.

"It's just the press! Someone must've gotten in!", he yells.

I nodded. No wonder.

Iida somehow managed to get everyone to calm down and stop moving.

"Its over with....", I say. Kirishima backs away with a smile. "Yeah. Have you eaten yet?"

I shrug. "Just a bit before all the commotion." That made him frown a little. "Well a bit won't do. Gotta eat before training. Let's go.", he says, leading me to the cafeteria.

After the commotion with the press, I started to get a bad feeling...

"Hey, Kirishima....", I say walking behind him.

"Yeah?", he answered, looking back at me.

"What if it was actually a real villain using the press as a cover-up to get in...?"

He rubbed behind his neck. "Nah, I don't think they'd let us walk around if that happened."

"I guess so. I just got this weird feeling something's gonna happen.", I say. "Well don't jinx it", he jokes.

A few days later, we were assigned to go to USJ for a training exercise.

"Line up accordingly to your class seats. Fill them up in an orderly fashion." Iida waved in a weird way.

"Dude, chill.", I say. This class rep role is really serious to him...

He turned to the inside of the bus, much to his disappointment. "No...! It's that type!"

We all looked inside the bus and snickered at his disappointment. The front part of the bus had seats on both sides of it facing each other like two sofas.

I sat next to Kaminari as everyone else followed through.

I tuned in and out as Mina, Tsuyu, Kirishima, and Midoriya started talking about their quirks.

"I generally say what's on my mind, though... Midoriya," Tsuyu announces, making us all look at her.

"Your quirk reminds me of All Might.", she says and he flinches. Huh...now that I think about it...

"Now, hold on Tsu.", Kirishima says. "All Might doesn't get hurt by his quirk."

"Yeah, that's right.", Midoriya says.

"You got a flashy quirk, Midoriya. Mine on the other hand," Kirishima raises his arm and hardens it. "Not so much."

"Aw, don't say that Kiri. It's plenty useful. I like it because it makes you seem unbreakable!", I say with a smile.

He gives me a wide sharp tooth grin. Guess he's over the issue from yesterday.

"Now if you wanna talk flashy,", he points toward Bakugou and Todoroki. "Those guys are the best bet.", he turns to me. "I've yet to see your full quirk, Homura."

I looked out the window. "And it's gonna stay that way."

"Aw, c'mon! I wanna see how you work it.", he muses.

"Yeah!", Kaminari cheers on the side of me.

I shook my head fast. "Nope!"

"Well Bakugou could never be popular, not with that temper of his.", Tsuyu chimes in.

"What the fuck!? I'll kick your ass!", Bakugou yells.

"See?", she says pointing and making me laugh.

"Well, it makes sense. We just met you and we can already tell you got the personality of burned trash filled with sewage.", Kaminari says.

"Oh wow.", I snickered.

"Fuck you! I'm gonna make your life a living hell, you little shit!!", Bakugou yells, scaring Jirou.

"Bakugou, calm down!", I say laughing.

"I'll give you something to laugh at, you Spawn!", he threatens.

We all laughed until the bus came to a stop.

We stopped right in front of the USJ as Aizawa-sensei started to speak.

"This is a different part of training. Rescue.", he looked at all of us. "It's nothing serious compared to real natural disasters, just scenarios of what could happen. Uh, 13 explain."

Uraraka and Midoriya gasp in astonishment. "13....!"

The short astronaut suit came walking up to us. "Hey, you guys! 14, 15, 18, 19....21! Okay! So, welcome USJ!"

"In our super powered society, the use of quirks are heavily restricted and monitored. It may seem that our system is a stable one, but we must never forget that it takes only one wrong move and someone's dead.", he says.

With that, he led us inside.

"Holy crap, this is like an amusement park!", Kirishima exclaimed.

"As you may know, my power is Black Hole. I can suck up anything and it turns into dust.", 13 explains. "Just like your quirks, they do not exist to hurt people."

I grimaced. "Don't worry about it, Sunako.", I hear Tomohiro say, turning my head to see him by my side. “You’ve been quiet for a while.”, I say, making him chuckle.

"With that being said, be careful and have fun!"

Aizawa-sensei looked at us. "Alright, go in there and-"

I shivered. I got a bad feeling....

"Uh...is this part of the practice....?", Kirishima asks looking down, making everyone do the same.

"Villains...!", 13 yelled. I looked down to see multiple portals opening, giving a passageway to let them in.

I saw Aizawa pull out his goggles and put them over his head.

"Aizawa-sensei, you're gonna attack!? What about your quirk limit!?", Midoriya asks.

"A hero always has more than one trick up their sleeve. Huddle up and stay back! 13, protect the kids!", Aizawa yells, putting on his goggles and launches into action.

I looked down at a certain figure who stayed by the purple portal. He had hands all over him and even on his face.

"What's his problem....?", I whispered. "They're here for something. Keep your guard up.", Tomohiro says.

"We, the Villains Alliance, have only come for one person. The symbol of peace.", the blue haired figure said. "I wonder if he'll come if we just....kill these kids..."

"These guys are idiots...", I said.

Aizawa jumped to the villains and fought like they weren't nothing.

"We gotta go!!", Kaminari yelled.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow that."

I got a shiver again as a black purple mist appeared in front of us.

I knew something was gonna happen...

"I am Kurogiri...I apologize for the short notice. We took it upon ourselves to enter UA, the base of heroes."

We all stare up at the mist hearing the voice. "Was Mr. All Might not able to attend...?"

It moved and sighed. "That aside, this is my role.", I looked up to see Kirishima and Bakugou rushing toward the mist and attacked it.

"Bet you didn't expect us to do you in before you got the chance!", Kirishima exclaims.

"To be expected. The hero world's golden eggs."

"Run you two!", 13 shouts as the mist expanded and surrounded us.

I got pushed back and lit my hand on fire to see. What did we get ourselves into...!?

"Demon Brat!!", I heard Bakugou's voice and saw him reaching for me. I reached for him but ended up transporting somewhere.

I woke up in front of the Ruins Zone to hear chuckles behind me.

"Fresh meat....", countless villains muttered.

My eyebrow twitched in annoyance. I bared my fangs, changing my form into an Oni.

"If anyone's meat, it's you idiots. I'll give you a 5 second head start to leave before I kick your asses.", I snarled, my knees wobbling as I stood.

Some of them back up but they still stay.

"Brave motherfuckers, aren't you? Fine.", I say, smirking but it quickly falls into a glare, the atmosphere grew tense. "That was your mistake."

I stomped the ground making large layers of platforms rise and fall on to them. Thank god, we were around an area where I could use dirt.

I stalked toward the rest, they backed away in fear. "Aw, don't run now...we're just getting started."

They all paled and ran away. "Punks.", I slipped out of the form, turning back. I looked around for any of my classmates nearby but no one was.

"I gotta find someone....", I muttered. Then I hear rumbles and blasts from above and I sweatdropped.

"That's gotta be Bakugou.", I say and fly up the stairs.

"SAY GOODBYE!!", I ducked out of the way of a villain being thrown my way and looked at Bakugou and Kirishima panting heavily with many villains surrounded around their feet.

"You guys okay?", I asked, walking toward them.

"Homura!", Kirishima notices me with a smile, knocking a goon out.

"You don't have a single scratch on you, Demon Brat.", Bakugou says.

"They all ran.", I say, shrugging and touching his arm, letting the heat on my hand heal his scratches and did the same for Kirishima.

"Your power's amazing, Homura. It doesn't even burn.", Kirishima grins widely, making me smile.

"Thanks.", I say, looking around at all the goons.

"We gotta have a plan to get out of here.", Kirishima says.

"You idiots can do whatever you want, I'm going after that warpy bastard.", Bakugou says, walking away.

"Huh...!? Our attacks didn't do nothing against that guy!", Kirishima says.

"And you're going alone? I think you're the only idiot here, Bakagou.", I say.

He looked over his shoulder to glare at me. "What was that...?"

"I said you're an idiot. Do I need to say it a little slower? If you go by yourself, you'll get yourself killed.", I say.

"That's the thing!", he says turning to me. "That bastard was their way in and out. So, I'm taking him down first before anything."

I felt someone's presence behind him and felt off. "Uh..."

Before I could say anything, he sent a blast downwards and revealed a knocked out enemy.

"If they're sending in weak shits like this, there's no way we can lose.", he says.

He looks so calm... "He's reliable despite being a little shit." , Tatsuo says in approval.

"So, that's what you meant. Also, when'd you become so calm and rational....? Usually you're all," Kirishima made an impression of Bakugou. "Die! Die! Die!!"

"I'm always calm and rational, you shitty haired punk!!", Bakugou yelled.

"There he is.", I say smiling.

"Both of you, fuck off!", Bakugou says.

"Okay, so, what you're saying is you believe in our classmates. That's good thinking, and that's thinking like a man, Bakugou. I'm with you.", Kirishima says excitedly.

I sigh and smile. "I guess I am too. I just hope you know what you're doing, please."

I looked outside to the rest of the USJ area to see a big creature holding a bloody Aizawa down.

I tensed and gasped softly as Kirishima put his hand on my shoulder. "You okay...?"

I just pointed down to the sight. "These sick sonuvabitches are gonna die....!", I hear Tatsuo growl.

They widened their eyes and backed away from the window.

I backed away and walked out the area and back to the middle of USJ.

"You got a plan...?", Bakugou asked.

I turned to him. "Just do what you normally do."

He just grinned widely, but that expression dropped as soon as we looked up to the entrance. And in the entrance stood All Might. He's... frowning? "Have no fear. Because I am here."

"I had a bad feeling in my stomach while I rested, but to think it was this bad....", he says coming down the stairs.

"I heard from young Iida that there were villains. But, it's all right now. Because I am here."

He rips off his tie and it flutters to the ground.

He came toward the fallen Aizawa and picked him up, carrying Midoriya, Tsuyu and Mineta away from the villains.

After ordering them to get Aizawa, All Might attacks the creature, doing a German suplex on it.

I saw how bad All Might was getting hurt and how Midoriya was rushing towards him.

"Get ready to fly.", I say to the two in front of me.

"Uh, what?"

I stomped the ground, launching them both toward the fight but they went in different ways.

I saw Midoriya reaching for the blue haired villain, but missed as Bakugou got in his way.

"Get the hell out of my way, Deku!!"

Bakugou attacked Kurogiri when Kirishima missed.

"Damn you!!", the hand villain exclaimed and I glared at him.

"I almost had him!", Kirishima yells after missing the villain.

I saw that part of that creature's body was covered in ice and I looked to my right seeing Todoroki.

"Fancy seeing you here.", I say.

"Likewise," he replied and looked toward the villain. "I heard about you bastards' plan and each of your roles. Also a scheme to kill All Might. The symbol of peace won't go down as easy as you fools."

"You guys made a big mistake.", I say smiling.

"Let's just kill them!", Tatsuo says. Let's not do that.

That being said, All Might pried himself out of the creature's hold and dashed away.

"You pinned down our revolving door..."

"This prick was never that sharp! That metal clasp you got on your body, you used to get all misty and shit just got sealed, you sneaky fuck!" Bakugou exclaims with a grin.

"That attack was never dangerous, was it? You just used that as a decoy to hide the real body!"

Kurogiri moves a little but stops as Bakugou uses small explosions on him.

"Don't you move!", Bakugou chuckles glaring down at Kurogiri. "You move so much as a twitch and I'll blow your ass up so bad that they'll be piecing you back together for weeks."

"Not very heroic, bro.", Kirishima grinned nervously.

"You've got us cornered....I have to hand it to these kids nowadays. At this point, the Villains Alliance will be a laughing stock.", the villain turns to the broken creature.

"Nomu, take care of Explosion Boy for me...."

I widened my eyes as Nomu regenerates its own body and goes after Bakugou.

"Bakugou!!", I yell, running towards it but I ended up right next to Bakugou who was also on the ground.

"You're okay...wait, how'd you get here?", I asked.

"I don't fuckin' know.", he says still on the ground, probably in shock.

I look back to see All Might had taken a hit from Nomu.

"Are you crazy...? Have you no mercy...? These are children.", All Might says.

"Mercy....?", the hand villain looks over to us and points at Midoriya. "That plain looking boy almost killed me but I need to give mercy!? Who gets to decide what's right or wrong...? Society! And that's what irritates me. You're the symbol of peace....? You gotta be kidding me. You're just the same. You’re only here for your kicks."

"That's enough.", I say.

"It's a 6 vs. 3.", Todoroki says.

"No! You all need to leave.", All Might says.

"No can do, All Might. Can't be heroes if we just left you here.", I say.

"Yeah and you're bleeding!", Midoriya said.

"If I hadn't froze that monster, you would've most likely died.", Todoroki interjected.

"It's fine.", All Might insisted.

"Fine, let's settle this! Nomu, you go after All Might. I've got the children.", the hand villain says running towards us.

I started walking toward the hand villain but Bakugou pulled me back.

Dammit, Bakugou!

My eyes illuminated a bright scarlet color and I shot a fiery blast toward the villain.

"Dammit, Brat!!", Bakugou shouted at me avoiding the heat.

"You're the boss, right?", I ask looking at the villain. "I'll just take you down first!!", I yell running towards him, feeling myself change into a form of an Oni.

I sent a roundhouse kick toward the hand villain's face, making it collide with the hand on his face. He fell to the ground and touched my leg.

I yelled in pain after seeing the aftermath of what remained of my leg.

My pant leg torn and my calf broken and bleeding out.

I got knocked over by the sudden blast of air because of how hard All Might and Nomu were fighting.

I pulled two metal rods from the ground and threw it at the villain but missed due to All Might's fighting.

With all this air and wind going everywhere, there's no telling where my blasts could go....

"Plus....ULTRA!!!", All Might yells, finally getting rid of Nomu.

"Alright!!", I exclaimed but felt a burning sensation on my shoulder and hip.

"I told you to keep your guard up!", Tomohiro yells in my head.

I saw that the villain had his hands on me and my skin broken, leaving muscle showing. I felt an overwhelming feeling of numbness as I fell to the ground.

"You bastard!!!", I heard Bakugou's voice and gunshots before passing out from the numbing pain.

I woke up to loud, slow beeping and looked around to see that I was in a different area.

I'm in the hospital....? No... Its the nurse's office...

I looked over to my right to see Kirishima asleep in two chairs, slumped over.

"You're finally awake.", I see Tomohiro walk over to my bed.

"Yeah....", I say, startling Recovery Girl.

"You're awake."

"How long have I been out...?"

I sounded so hoarse, it hurt to even try to talk.

"6 hours. Your wounds closed up quickly." she said.

I nodded and looked over to see the sleeping duo.

"He carried you in here.", the elder woman said, pointing to a sleeping Kirishima.

"Really...?", I asked.

As expected of Kirishima to do that, but why...?

That was kinda hard to believe. "The boy's... chivalrous...", Tatsuo says, appearing at my side.

Just then, the said boy stirred and woke up.

Kirishima jumps awake and looks at me. "How're you feeling!?"

"Like I've been walking in a desert for hours. I'm dying.", I hoarse.

Recovery Girl brings me water and I sit up to down it dry.

"What about you? Is All Might okay? Is everyone okay?", I asked.

"Everyone's doing fine. Well, Midoriya still has to let his legs heal and Aizawa-sensei... he's still healing too but everyone's fine.", Kirishima says.

"Good...", I rasp, staring up at the ceiling.

He frowned a bit in worry. "Do you think you can move?"

I winced and looked at my hip that had a small scar on it.

Still sensitive... "That villain wasn't any ordinary villain.", Tatsuo says.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry I worried you."

You guys too, I should've been more careful.

"Don't worry about it.", Tomohiro says as Tatsuo grunts in agreement.

"No biggie. Just get better so we can train again!", Kirishima says with a sharp tooth smile.

I smiled back at him and got out of the bed, wincing again and gripping on to the bed sheets.

"My leg...my shoulder and hip hurts. Great.", I mutter.

"Hm...", Kirishima hums. He turns around, crouching in front of my feet. "Get on."

"Kirishima-"

"No complaints. It wouldn't be very manly of me if I let you walk home hurt, so get on.", he says.

I sighed and got on his back, careful to not hurt his back.

I held on tight as he got me right and took my bag, carrying it under me as he walked me out of the nurse's office, getting me home.

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A/N: plenty of dumb mistakes were made, oh well¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Taglist: @xartisticmdx @dakotacecily @moonfairy-h @weird-dere @afuckingunicornn @dee-madwriter

[angeltrapz]

do you have any ideas for fics that you’ve thought about but haven’t written yet? love your blog also :)

I do actually!! (+ thank you for the compliment <3)

One I've been messing with lately is the actual written fic of my Adam & Lawrence Adopt Corbett AU? That one I actually did start to write, but scrapped it due to it needing some reworking. I definitely plan to write for it someday, I just don't know when that day will be,,

Another idea, which actually will (hopefully) be a set of fics, is an expansion on the Laura Survives + Ends Up With Amanda AU (intersected w an Adam Also Lives AU) I mentioned in my fic abt them! I kinda just wanna elaborate on their lives after their tests and how they cope with it in the long run, with themes set around found family + realizing vulnerability isn't weakness, which is smth that I feel Amanda struggles w heavily. Mean besties/siblings Adam and Mandy + their partners who are very fondly exasperated!!

Something that I hope to write soon but I'm not sure when I will is a Diana sickfic where she needs to be picked up from school, but Lawrence & Alison are both at work and are unable to, so Adam does as he and Lawrence have been together a year at this point and he's picked her up at the end of the day before. He worries he's not going to be of much help but his experience (his siblings, himself, + his mother constantly being sick in childhood) and Diana's comfort in his presence basically mean he's worried for nothing. Lawrence comes home to them in a pillow fort, Diana in Adam's lap, a book somewhere beside them, both of them asleep and his heart just melts (he definitely thinks of them as the two loves of his life),, I love Chainshipping + Diana family fics and I haven't written a lot of 'em so!!

One that's been on the backburner for what feels like Forever though is an AU based on the idea that was in the original SAW III script: basically Strahm was going to find Adam in the bathroom and kinda do what Amanda did (mercy kill), but instead this AU centers around the idea of it being Rigg instead, who saves him - and this detour actually ends up saving Eric, as he doesn't open the door and the ice blocks aren't activated (Hoffman is DEFINITELY pissed bc he didn't anticipate it, but what can he do?). The endgame is Adam/Rigg/Eric but I haven't Super expanded upon that lol,, I daydream abt it a bit but that's it!! One of these days I'll write down key elements. (I'm not certain whether Lawrence is a disciple or not in this AU, so maybe Lawrence will be added too? and I don't rlly wanna leave Art out either,,)

This one's much less detailed but I wanna write a fic abt Mallick!!! I think abt the Fatal Five SO MUCH and I wish they got more characterization/that we at least got to know more abt them. It strikes me as odd that we haven't heard more abt Mallick in particular bc he's one of the few survivors of a game to actually appear in a following movie? I just think it's weird that if he's that significant in canon (he's obviously Very significant in my heart), why don't we know more abt him?? I also want Brit to be there bc personally I got the impression that she didn't survive, but a. that hurts me to think abt in regards to Mal and b. I believe it was said in a commentary track that she actually Did survive, just wasn't present at Bobby's meeting. (fun fact I find interesting: Brent Abbott from VI & Daniel Matthews were meant to be in that scene too!)

SPEAKING OF DANIEL I want to write. Just smth abt him. I love Daniel a lot & have ever since I first watched II. I feel this way abt Diana and Corbett too, but I've always wondered what happened to him after everything. Like yeah he was older than the former two I mentioned, but he was still a child, only 15-17 at the oldest, and I just. I don't know! I wish we knew more!!

And then lastly, I want to write a fic where Ashley Kazon (the first to die of the Fatal Five in SAW V via. the razor thing.) survives and ends up w Brit lmao!! I have no idea why or how that ship occurred to me but I kinda just wanna flesh it out a bit, see what happens, ESP since ashley is such a minor character who. Instantly is gone. (I also want to have Adam there bc I KNOW he and Brit wld get along. Mean gay/bi solidarity!! so basically maybe it'd be Brit/Mallick/Ashley, as in she's dating the other two who are not dating each other, and then also Adam/Mallick!)

There's probably a bunch more but they've not received nearly as much thought - save for my Alison/Tracy ideas, which I think abt often but haven't been able to construct a solid fic out of yet,, but this was fun to think abt so thank you!!