#also bury me at make out creek is my favorite album if you couldn’t tell

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I don’t think I like YouTube recap all that much

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Everything Changes P.3

Part 1| Part 2

Ahsaki meets her parents and learns that she really only has one choice for her foreseeable future.

I awoke again without the comfort of Katsuki by my side. In fact, there was nobody in the room with me now. Just me. And the silence that seemed increasingly loud in my head. Where was everybody? I sat up, letting the blanket that was tucked up under my chin fall to my lap. Did they leave? Was I alone now? No. They wouldn’t do that would they? I swipe my hand through my hair, trying to create the same comfort Izuku gave me when he ran his fingers through it, to no avail.

They wouldn’t just leave. They would tell me first… Right?

My world crashes around me as I realize something I allowed myself to blissfully forget: I don’t know them. I have no idea if they would leave without telling me. These boys could be anybody, lying to play some cruel trick on me maybe. Any second I could be brought back to him.

I paused in my own thoughts. Him? Who is He? I sit, staring at my hands, wracking my brain for any idea who this mystery man could be. Why does he make my heart pound? Why can’t I conjure an image of the man that makes me feel so panicked? I take a few deep breaths, trying to regain focus on the world around me.

The room I was in was rid of any trace of plant life and once again pristine looking. I guess they no longer want any plants around me. I think, looking at the empty vase on the table next to my bed. I suppose I don’t blame them. After all, I did almost cause panic the last time there were plants around. A wave of guilt washes over me as I think back. Why can’t I control this? Why was I so weak?

I’m brought back to the room by the door swinging open, the woman from the photo Aizawa gave me panting in the doorway, followed closely by the soft looking man. My parents. I stare up at them standing in the doorway, tears in both their eyes.

“Ahsaki…” My mother, Mitsuki, breathed out coming into the room further. “I never thought-” her voice cuts off with a crack, the man, my father, coming up and putting a hand on her shoulder. I just stare at them, unsure of what to say. Unsure if they even know I have no memory of them. She takes a step closer, reaching out for my hand where it sits on the bed. I don’t move away but also do not bring it toward her to grab.

“They said you don’t remember anything.” My father, Masaru, said a few tears streaking his face. “Is that true?”

I nod, looking back down to the hand that remained in my lap.

“They also said Kats was with you. Where is he?” The woman looked up, her eyes now red from holding back the tears I could tell desperately wanted to fall. I just shrug. Bringing my knees to my chest, I think of the boy no longer here to comfort me. “What? Are you telling me that good for nothing boy left you here all alone?!” She said suddenly filled with a familiar rage. The same rage that Katsuki held, the one that was loud but not mean.

“What are you screaming about now hag?” Katsuki walked in the door, his hands in his pockets, Izuku not far behind him carrying two steaming cups.

Relief flooded over my body, relaxing it. He wasn’t gone, neither of them were.

“How could you just leave your sister all alone like that, Katsuki Bakugou you are damn lucky I don’t ground you!” She yelled at the boy now taking a seat next to my bed.

“You can’t ground me idiot, I don’t live with you.”

“How dare you Katsuki!” She raged, flinging the bag she brought with her at his head, which he easily deflected. I laughed, leaning back against my pillows. The sound seemed to stop everything in the room. Mitsuki bursting into tears, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a tight hug.

“I never th-thought I’d hear you laugh again” She cried, burying her head into my shoulder.

I froze when she grabbed me, suddenly feeling like all the air was pulled from my lungs. It didn’t feel like when Katsuki hugged me, or when Izuku held me, It was more foreign than that. I felt like I couldn’t move, like any movement would only constrict me further.

“Wow, what a crybaby.” Katsuki mumbled next to me, unknowingly saving me from the hug. For the next moment Mitsuki was back to berating the boy, tears still falling from her eyes. I look to the other side of my bed where Izuku and Masaru were engaged in a conversation about something, talking in hushed voices. A soft panic washed over me watching the two converse. Why, I'm not sure, making me increasingly more frustrated. Why do I keep feeling these things for no reason? Is there something in my past with the Bakugous that could explain it? Would they just worry if I asked? I don’t want them to worry, in fact that’s the last thing I want.

“Anyway,” Mitsuki said, turning back to me, finished with Katsuki. “Your doctor said they want to keep you for observation today but since there is no lasting damage they are discharging you tonight. We were thinking we could take you to that little soba shop you liked on the way home, maybe it will jog your memory a bit.”

I nodded, having no clue what shop she was talking about.

“In the meantime I brought you these.” Masaru took the bag from his wife’s hands, setting the contents on the edge of my bed. “They are old family albums. We thought they may help.”

I softly touched the soft red cover of the book sitting on top of the small pile. It felt nice against my fingers, the worn leather like an old friend. I picked it up looking at the first few pages.

Me and Katsuki as babies, us huddled under a blanket by a christmas tree, me and Izuku playing in the dirt, Katsuki spraying us with a hose, Mitsuki running after Katsuki after being sprayed by the hose. All of the pictures brought light to my heart but also sadness with each one. It was like looking at someone else’s photos, none of them felt like memories, just stories that happened to someone else.

Tears sprang to my eyes again as I looked through the photos, Izuku happily telling me the stories behind them all. I would not let the tears fall this time. I would be strong for the people around me, the family I need to convince myself is mine.

We looked at a few more photos before a knock sounds through the room, followed by Aizawa entering with a stoic expression. I could see the officers behind him, trying to stay out of my line of sight. My heart skipped a few beats, panic bubbling in my throat. Why were the police here? Why was Aizawa looking at me like that? Where had the man who questioned me gone? Replaced by this cold calculating figure.

“I need to speak with you two.” Was all he said, looking at my parents. They stared at him then turned to look at each other, worry etched onto Masaru’s face, a fierce look in Mitsuki’s eyes. Mitsuki turned to me, gave me a smile, then walked out of the room with my Masaru on her heels.

The three of us stared after them for a moment, an anxious silence settling over all of us.

“I’m sure it's nothing.” Izuku said, smiling at me. I nodded and did my best to smile back at him, feeling like any moment could be my last with them.

“What did you mean earlier?” I asked, turning my attention to Katsuki. “About not living with them?”

Katsuki seemed distracted, still staring at the door his our, parents walked through moments before. Izuku answered, also noticing Katski's distracted face.

"We both attend UA High school, it's the school with the best hero course. We live in dorms there with our other classmates."

I know of UA High School. I think they told me about it, a long time ago. The memory burns just outside of my reach. I just nod, looking down at my hands.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just, that means we wont see each other doesn't it?"

The silence that followed only added to the stones pressing down on my chest. They won't be around to help me become the person I was. They won't be there to help the next time panic rises and I lose control.

"It's not like we'll never see you." Katsuki stated, his tone was tight and commanding, making what would be a statement into a promise. "Besides, how am I gonna make sure you don't get yourself hurt again if I never see you." I nod, offering him a weak smile, which he returns with a toothy grin.

"Oh ya, here this is for you Ah-san." Izuku drags my attention to the no longer steaming cup in his hand. "It got a little cold but it should still taste just fine! It used to be your favorite..."

I take the cup from him bringing it to my lips. It smelled amazing, I could smell the chocolate before I tasted it. I took a grateful gulp of it. Flavors spread across my tongue one after the other. Chocolate, cream, and then a small kick of spice.

"It's delicious!" I exclaim, feeling the drink warm my chest. The boys chuckle as I gulp down more of it.

"Oi, slow down, you're gonna make yourself sick idiot." Katsuki grumbled next to me, his smile contradicting the annoyance in his voice. I feel my cheeks burn a little as I put the mostly finished drink down on the table next to my bed.

Katsuki returned his attention to the door, waiting for the adults to return and tell us what is going on. To his annoyance the door remained firmly closed.

"So Ah-san, what do you want to see first when you get home? We could go to the creek like we used to, or we could walk to the mall, it's not to far from your house."

I thought for a moment. The mall sounded fun, but there would be so many people, it would be too loud I think. The creek sounded nice too, although I could see myself getting bored quickly there. I was spared having to answer, interrupted by the door opening.

Katsuki drew himself up, straightening his back and tilting his chin up waiting for the news. Izuku grabbed my hand, making me worry about what may be said next.

Why were they so on edge? Were they expecting bad news? Why?

The Bakugous walked back in the room holding hands, Masaru's arm around his wife's shoulder, followed closely by Aizawa. She looked at me and gave me a weak smile, the kind you give to a child when you are about to give them bad news.

"Ahsaki..." She trailed, unsure how to tell me whatever news needed to be given. She turned to look at Aizawa, her eyes turning hard and cold as she glared at him.

"Look kid, you are being given two options. One: you can live in a quirk care facility," Izuku's hand tightened around mine, Katsuki was about to get up and yell but his mother's hand pushed him back down into the chair by his shoulder. Aizawa sighed at the look of confusion plain on my face. "It's a facility run by the government to host individuals who either cannot be trusted with their quirks or outright cannot control them. Though hearing some of the stories about the facilities I would not recommend it." He said offhandedly, not breaking eye contact with me and ignoring the glares he got from everybody around him. "Or, you could come live at UA, you would stay in the 1A dorms, with Bakugou and Midoriya until you learn to control your quirk and I deem you safe to re-enter society."

"Safe to re-enter society, what the hell are you talking about! She's not dangerous!" Katsuki roared beside me, shoving Mitsuki's hand off his shoulder.

Aizawa opened his mouth to answer but Katsuki was already yelling again. I did not pay attention to what he was yelling, instead I looked to the photo album still open on my lap, I looked at the picture of me, Izuku, and Katsuki all curled up together on the ground. Katsuki was laying on his back, one hand under his head as a pillow and the other around me, curled up into his side. Izuku curled against my back one of his hands grabbing my shirt at my waist. We were maybe six.

Despite the yelling, some of the weight on my chest lifted. I could stay with them, I wouldn't have to be alone. I looked up to see Katsuki red in the face, still yelling at his teacher who only looked forward, ignoring his rude remarks.

I lifted my hand resting in on Katsuki's arm, instantly quieting him.

"It's alright Katsuki, he's right, I can't control it. I would be a danger. I'll stay at UA." I say trying not to show how excited I was. I did not want to make my parents upset.

Katsuki, still glaring, sat again at my side.

"Great. We will send a car to pick you up tonight." He said and walked out of the door without any goodbyes.

[simple-skarsgard]

Boy Next Door

Pairing: Zeitgeist/Axel x Reader Prompt: Axel gives you a ride home on a rainy night A/n: Inspired by this ask and this one . . For the sake of my mental health I will write it as Axel instead of Zeitgeist cause that name lmao. But ENJOY.

The town sweetheart. That’s what everyone had learned to know you by. A young, beautiful girl who owned her own bakery and was the sweetest person to ever have existed. 

You were familiar with just about everyone in the town of Royal Creek. And just about everyone was familiar with you. 

The scent of your strawberry scones haunted the atmosphere of the tone and drove everyone insane with cravings. Your scones were what you had grown to be infamous for and not a day went by where you didn’t sell at least a dozen. Of course you had more than just one specialty, but the scones- some would argue- were to die for.

Your shop was small and nobody helped you run it, only because you felt you didn’t need much help. It hardly got busy and the baking was something you felt you could do and would actually prefer to do on your own. Baking away your troubles while singing your heart out to your favorite cd’s and albums. It was your own little safe haven and it was your heaven on earth.

Although you were known for your baking skill and your kindness, you were also known for being the most ‘odd’. How? It all stemmed for the fact everyone knew about your crush. Everyone except your crush himself.

Axel Cluney. He was an odd character to say the least. He was tall and lankly figure with light brown hair and emerald eyes. Dressed in usually tank tops with baggy jeans due to his line of work in his own body shop. Which actually happened to be right next door to your bakery. 

The mixture of oil and strawberry never went well, but a part of you liked it and didn’t mind it in the slightest.

Axel wasn’t anything short of a good guy, but he definitely stuck out like a sore thumb and it was a wonder to people how a well-kept girl like yourself could be attracted to such a messy-looking guy like him.

You’d had all kinds of guys come and approach you, but your heart felt like it belonged to none other than Axel himself. Yet it seemed everyone but Axel was interested in being more than friends with you.

There had been a few times you’d pass by his body shop and catch him underneath a car without a shirt and covered in grease and sweat, not being able to find it easy to tear your gaze away. You’d be lying if you said the way he rolled out form under the car before wiping his greasy hands off on his clothing didn’t swoon you just a bit.

You’d even stare at his interesting selection of tattoos, always trying to keep an eye out if he’d added to his body art, but you could tell it made him uncomfortable the couple of times he caught you. You had no choice but to try and hold your ground and not stare at them.. but you couldn’t help yourself. 

He was different and intriguing.

You were just closing up shop when the rain began to pour down from the heavens, earning a small frustrated groan from you. You normally drove to work, but seeing as your car had broken down on your driveway that morning, you’d been forced to walk to your little bakery. And not you’d be forced to walk the same path back home, only now your disadvantage was it was pouring cats and dogs and you were without an umbrella.

The little hoodie you had with you would be little to no help but you slung it over your head in an attempt at a make-shift umbrella.

As predicted, the rain soaked through your sweater faster than you anticipated so you saw no point in trying. You tied the sweater around your waist and mentally cursed yourself for deciding to wear your brand new white thin-fabric dress that day. The material stuck to your skin like it was clinging for dear life and left a quite transparent view of your breasts.. And of course you’d chosen to wear a white bra to match with your dress.. The transparency was embarrassing to say the least so you crossed your arms with your hands cupping over your breasts in an attempt to keep your modesty. 

Beginning your long walk home, you could feel yourself wanting to cry at how cold you’d become in a matter of minutes. It was going to be at least another forty minutes til you got to the comfort of your home. 

You’d made it past a few blocks, noticing the empty streets and lights going off on every home you passed. It was getting late and with not even so much as a car in sight, the lonesome road was only serving to make you paranoid. 

The echoing of your heels crashing on the pavement with every step was all you had until the sound of a motorcycle’s engine approaching down the direction you’d came from made your heart beat faster. You try to calm your anixety and say nothing would happen to you, but being a woman out this late all alone was never a safe bet.

The roaring engine grew closer until it was on your block and you prayed it would zoom past you and let the person continue along with their night and let you continue with yours, but to your dismay you heard the sound slowing down as its approach to you grew closer.

Tightening your hold on yourself, you try to walk faster and keep your eyes glued to the pavement to avoid eye contact with anyone to avoid problems if possible. But stealing a glance up you could see the motorcyclist in the corner of your eye slowing down, driving at your walking pace until you stopped in your tracks.

The cyclist only inching just feet forward before they too came to a halt. 

The fear had settled deep within your stomach and you tried to quickly think of an escape route. You watched the cyclist who was unmoving and with their back still to you, you noticed your reflection was in their rear view mirror. And not a bone in your body denied the fact they were looking right at you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you boldly continue you your walk, trying to silently pray to God nothing would go wrong.

You were just about to make it past the cyclist without any action but then the figure climbed off the bike and turned towards you. You kept walking, wanting for them to do nothing and let you be. But they strode toward you and just when they were far too close for your comfort- which was non existent- you caught sight of who was in your presence. 

“You look cold,” Axel smiled at you as he was slipping off his leather jacket and offering it you with an extended arm

You only blinked, not being able to believe what was happening. After moments of processing your shock you reach over and take the jacket, slipping it onto yourself and not being able ignore the mixture of musty oily with cologne. You smiled a little and tightened the jacket around yourself in an attempt to further bury yourself in the scent.

“Why are you alone this late? And walking in this rain?” he asked.

“My car broke down this morning and I had to walk it to work.. so now I have to walk back home,” you folded your lips, anticipation growing inside you that you were actually talking to your crush.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he half-laughed,”I would’ve gone over and had it fixed for you in no time.”

“I didn’t want to bother,” you admitted.

He shook his head, a half smile playing on his lips. You truly were too nice and the rumors of your kindness were anything but lies.

‘Can I offer you a ride home?” the question came out fast, like a small bomb had exploded in him and he was holding his breath trying to get it out.

“Oh? uh n-no it’s okay- I-I really don’t- I don’t mind the walk, really.” You were doing your best to sound convincing but you couldn’t help wanting to accept his offer, but caught between not wanting to burden him and also wanting to be with him just a bit longer.

His eyebrow quirked at you before he shook his head,”No, I’m not having it. You’re not walking in this rain.”

He turned away to grab a helmet from his bike and hold it out to you, insisting you take it. Biting your lip as you contemplated what really would be the damage from one ride, you slipped on the helmet.

You didn’t fail to catch the hint of a smirk on his lips before he nodded for you to follow. He mounted the bike and waited for a moment before you securely got on behind him..

“Put your arms around me,” he shouted over the running engine that he never bothered to turn off to begin with.

Reluctantly you do as your told and feel the burning on your face when he gives your hand a little squeeze, only tightening your grasp on him.

“Hang on tight!”

He revved the engine and zoomed off, hearing your squeak of surprise pass through your lips and feeling your grip around his waist become tighter.

Axel smiled wide and only sped faster not being able to resist that your laughter and delight anytime he did, made him feel just a little more attracted to you. He only ever slowed down when you would point to make a certain turn onto another street, but it wasn’t too long a pause before he would speed up again. And every time without fail, his smile grew at hearing your laughter and enjoyment echo in his ears along with the sound of his bike.

Finally arriving at your home, he parked his bike in the driveway and glanced at your car.

“I could come by in the morning and have a look at it if you want me to,” he scratched his cheek.”It wouldn’t be a bother at all if it meant you’d have a safe way of getting to and from work.”

You smiled as he walked you to your porch steps, his height towering over you and instead of feeling intimidated, you felt safe.

“I’ll repay you somehow, I promise.”

You both chuckled but his laugh faltered some before he cleared his throat.

“I have something in mind..”

“I’m ears.”

He fiddled with his hands, cracking his knuckles and tugging rubbing them nervously. You wondered if it was because he was so used to working with them that it was the only way he could release his nervous tension. You had the same quality. Keeping your hands busy with the constant baking was your own translation of anxious release. 

“How about you.. join me for coffee tomorrow after work?” he sounded hopeful and slightly eager at the thought.

But upon seeing your surprise at the question, his confidence crashed and he took a step back, “Nevermind, it was just an offer. Nothing serious.”

“Wait!” you grabbed his hand to which he stared down at, being surprised himself at the contact, but not complaining.

His eyes trail from his hand in yours up to your own and he was greeted with your kind smile.

“I’d love to go for coffee.”

The eagerness he’d had moments before ignited in his eyes, but was more subtle upon the smile on his lips.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

You leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek,”See you tomorrow.”

A/n: Short and cute! I am pretty happy with this little one-shot! I would love to write about this character more, but I think I’ll wait til Deadpool 2 release so I know his characteristics better. Hope you all liked it!

*****ALSO. IF YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ENOUGH, REQUEST A SECOND PART THAT WOULD BE SMUT AND I’LL WRITE IT.*****

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