#am i still in my childhood when does childhood end question mark Whoops

[aliettali]

3 and 29 for the music ask game :)

3: a song that reminds you of summertime

for 3 uhhhhhsummertime uhhh puzzle pieces saint motel. or really any saint motel song (cold cold man also lol but i like this because the instrumental is chiller)

29: a song that you remember from your childhood

and for 29 i don't really remember much uhhhhh my first exposure to proper pop music was in china 西安市 when my cousin started playing we dont talk anymore charlie puth on the taxi speakers. If that counts

[maggyme13]

Sugar (11/?)

AN: In the next couple of chapters we will enter a bit of SOns of Anarchy territory.

THANK YOU to all those lovely readers that reblogged and let me know what they thought^^

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Part 10

„Let´s see what he wants.“, you told Bucky. Your car door was already open.

“Try to get his name. I can send it to NY and get Info on him. I have the feeling there is more behind his visit than he will tell us.”, he answered and you nodded. You had the same feeling.

“As I told you before Mrs Lowman, we offer you fifty thousand and paying of the mortgage fees. This is more than you will get when the bank sells it. That would be nothing. In the case you sell it to us, you we will give you enough time to pack your things and find a good retirement home. And later your Children won´t need to pay of your dept in the hopefully far future.”, you heard the stranger explain to your mother, using a very sweet and fake politeness.

You did not like him.

Wait what?

“Asd I told you before: I will not sell. This is my house and one day I will die in it.”, your Mother answered stubbornly and with determination in her voice.

“Mrs-”

“Ma, we are back. You alright?”, you interrupted the man, stepping right between him and your mother.

“Yes, no worries. What about you? Were you sufficient?”, she smiled and the two of you stepped inside the home.

“Me too. Your son will call his friend and tell him to look for another place to stay. We brought cakes from the bakery you love so much. Ms Muller sends her best wishes.”

“Oh how nice of her. I was already making some tee and coffee. Bucky, be so kind and close the door please. These winds are not good for my old bones. Thank you dear.”

“Sir.”, was the last thing you heard before the closing of the door.

“What just happened is not of your or your brothers concern. Understood?”, your mothers words were final and you knew there was no way to get something out of her if she did not want to speak about it.

“Fine. I know there is not way to get you to speak. So let´s eat cake and forget the whole incident.”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Heimdal, this is (y/n). Can you research something for me?”, you spoke into the receiver of your phone.

Loki had after all once told you to ask him if you needed any information.

“Of course Ms (y/n). Does it happen to do with your mothers house?”, the secretary asked, and you once again wondered how he knew what he did, “Mr Laufeyson had asked me to keep an eye on it and declare interest should it ever be foreclosed.”

“Okay. Did you find out about it during the background-check on me?”

“We did, indeed. So what can I do for you.”, his voice was warm.

“How much dies the bank demand and can you get information on an August Marks? He offered My ma money and something feels off about him.”

“The bank demands 75 000 Dollars for the once it will be sold. This will be in three days if my information is right. May I also inform you that Mr Laufeyson already green-lighted this endeavor, so you have all the money you need to your disposal.”

“He already did? Is it possible then, that you buy it for me, please? And to let them know not to let the other interested know about it?”, you hummed; not comfortable about the fact that Loki had already put everything in motion, but grateful.

“Of course Ms (y/n). I will buy the house in your name; you will only have to sign the papers, but I can arrange that to happen online. I will call you once I have any other information you asked for. Have a great evening.”.

The two of you said your goodbyes and the call ended with a lot of weight lifted from your chest. Your mother would not lose her home.

“Are you going to tell your Ma?”, Bucky had joined you on the terrace in the back garden.

“And get my ass whooped? No thank you. I will tell her once it is done and she needs to know. I have to tell my brother though. Sigh”, You groaned.

With the head on the top of the table, you dialed your brothers number.

“What?”, the man in question answered your call.

“Ma´s going to loose her house.”, there was no intention of you to even try to be polite.

“You kidding?”

“A man was offering to buy it when we returned. She is behind on her payments and the house will be sold in three days for 75k.”, you informed him further.

“Fuck. I have 10k most. Need to ask the club.”, he mumbled into the form and you could see him scratching is head in frustration.

“No need. I already called work. They are going to give me the money and I will pay it back with my paychecks. I just wanted to inform you about that and that the man felt off.”

“You gotta let Ma living there?”. Of course he ignored the fact you were worried about that man.

“Rent free; just like we did until we moved out. This way she can´t argue.”

“Good. Now, what guy?”

“A man of the name of August Marks. He seemed polite, and fake. Like there was a specific reason to buy the house. And it can´t be the location. A man dressed like that, does not buy a house in this neighborhood. Hap-”, you frowned and sat up right alarmed, “are you growling? Why are you sounding like an angry Bumblebee?”

“Big, short hair, Black, expensive suit?”, he finally asked.

“Yes. Why?”

“Not of your concern.”

“Happy, do you know this man because of your Job ?” , you breathed into the phone, but you got no answer.

“I take that as a yes. Do I need to get Ma somewhere else?”

“No.”

“Okay, I trust you because unlike me, you love Ma and don´t want to see her dead. I am calling you when the house is mine.”

“Good.” Klick

Asshole

“Do I need to call the Boss and get Sam and maybe some more down here?”, your bodyguard asked, worry in his voice.

“The night will tell. If Bikers show up. Yes. If not, then no.”, you answered him honesty.

“Makes sense.”, the man admitted, “I will stay up tonight and keep an eye out for anyone. No arguments. It is my job as your bodyguard and friend. And I have Bumble to keep me company.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

No bikers came the following night or day and so you believed that it all was as coincidence. Maybe Heimdal will find out more soon.

It was midday of the day you would be a newly made house owner when a knock sounded from the front-door and Bumble started barking.

It was Marks.

“Mrs Lowman, do you take our offer or not?”, he greeted your mother.

“We are not going to sell.”, she answered, but sadness was in her voice. She knew the bank would be selling her house this day. You had noticed her being quieter than usual the last two days.

“I am sorry to hear that. But you leave me choice now.”, he answered and at once reached into his jacket to- receive his mobile phone.

For a split second though, you had to admit, the thought of him pulling out a gun crossed your mind.

“This is August Marks of Pope Enterprise. I am calling to buy the house under the Number 666Ac. I will wait, thank you.”

A smirk threatened to spread over your face.

“What do you mean it is already sold. I INFORMED you last Month on my intentions to buy this object.- Yes, please give me the number of the buyer. Who was it you said?- Asgard, in the name of (y/n)(y/ln). Thank you and good bye.”, breathing in a few times to calm down, you saw him dialing the number you had given the bank for exactly this reason.

It only took a few seconds for his call to connect and your phone to ring. A look of confusion entered his face, that turned into disbelief and anger real quick when you answered with, “I am not going to sell. Have a nice day. Now, please leave my property or I will have to call the cops and my attorney for trespassing.”, in the sweetest and most innocent customer-service voice you were able to muster.

Huffing and with angry strides, he finally left and drove of in his expensive car.

You laughed. Until a smack on the back on your head shut you up.

“MA!”, you whined.

“I can´t remember asking for help.”, your mother scolded you.

“You didn´t. Does not change the fact that I did.”, you huffed.

“How much dept are you in now?”

“None. My boss payed for it and take the money from my paychecks every month.”, you explained, “So don´t worry, Ma.”

“Why?”

“Because you sacrificed everything to make sure Happy and I can have an almost normal childhood. I am just paying it back, so no more arguments.”, you hugged your mother with tears in your eyes.

“Thank you. I will make you your favorite cake. No Arguments”

And with this declaration, your mother ended the hug and disappeared into the kitchen where you immediately heard the clinking of bowls.

Keeping your promise, you called your brother:

“Your house now?”

“Yes, and Mr Marks was not happy about hearing it and that I do not intent to sell it ever.”, you hummed, still amused about the look the man had.

“Ya told him?”, your brother asked, almost getting pissed.

“Kind of, he came to make Ma a last offer. When she declined he called the bank to buy it in front of her face. Did not work out like he thought and when he called the new owner, me, he had no other choice than leaving in a sour mood.”

“Pack Ma´s things, you are going to spend Christmas in Charming. You have three hours.”, and with that the call ended, again.

“I swear, if he puts us into lockdown, I am leaving and telling Ma exactly why.”, you growled into the air before calling out to your Mother, “MA. Happy invited us to spend Christmas in Charming with him. And he won´t accept a no!”

“Jesus. What did my Son get himself into now.”,you heard her curse as an aswer.

Part 12

AN 2.0. Will she be locked up? and what will happen once she enters charming?

REBLOGS and comments are appreciated:)

Thank you very much.

~MaggY

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BnHA Chapter 206: The Third Set Concludes

Previously on BnHA: Team TodoIidaShoujiRo battled Team TetsuHonePonySen TO THE DEATH, apparently. Shouto lost his fucking mind and went all out with his flames and set the whole fucking place on fire. But somehow Chintetsu was able to withstand it without fucking melting, and held his ground until Honenuki showed up and knocked Shouto unconscious with a falling streetlight pole. This was after he singlehandedly took out Ojiro and Shouji. It honestly looked like that was it for Team A, but then Iida zoomed back over and drop-kicked Honenuki in the face. He tried to carry Shouto to safety, but before they could make it to the clear, Honenuki (who conveniently stayed conscious just long enough to do this) melted the base of a big industrial chimney and told Tetsu to knock it down, which he did, right on top of Iida. So Iida is now dead, Todoroki is still unconscious and probably dying of hyperthermia, Honenuki is concussed, and congratulations Deku, I’ve finally gotten over that one fight where you systematically broke all your own fingers one by one, because this shit makes that look like a tickle fight.

Today on BnHA: With four students dead or dying before their eyes, the teachers opt to sit back and wait to see how the final moments of the battle will play out. Shouji, Ojiro, and Pony engage in a frantic struggle which results in Pony capturing Ojiro and tying up the score at 1-1. She then proceeds to wait out the clock, knowing that she can’t try to capture one of the other downed Team A kids without putting her own unconscious teammates at risk. So the deathmatch ends in a draw of all things, and the teachers generously decide to forego debriefing the kids for now in favor of getting them all some medical treatment before they actually do kick the bucket. Over in Recovery Girl’s office, Shouto, Iida, and Honenuki all bond over somehow feeling like they didn’t do enough, until RG kicks them all out, probably to call child protective services or something. The long-awaited fourth set then begins, and Team BakuJirouSatouSero gets ready to kick some ass. Bakugou is all “DEKU, JUST WATCH ME!” and I don’t know about Deku, but I’m all set for this. Get out there and show ‘em how it’s done, kiddo.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 223, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

lol for fuck’s sake

your teachers love you, children. I think

wow Iida is still conscious

“ow,” he says. I really don’t think Horikoshi knows how crushing injuries work

so now poor Iida is apologizing to the unconscious Todoroki and wishing he had been just one step faster

on the plus side, at least you weren’t one step slower. that would have been real bad

Vlad is gleefully saying that because Sen put up so much resistance, he successfully delayed Iida long enough for this chain of events to take place

Aizawa is chiding Vlad for his biased reporting. yes, Aizawa. that’s what you should be getting upset about here. got those priorities down pat

Mina says that if the status quo remains the same, class A will hold onto its 1-0 lead and win, but that doesn’t match up with my recollection of events. Shouji and Ojiro were captured by Honenuki, presumably

or maybe not, because now we’re cutting back to Shouji who’s in the midst of battling things out with Pony

now we’re flashing back to see how this all came about, and I’m just gonna post it rather than try to sum it up

(ETA: in fairness to Shouto and Honenuki who have so far bore the brunt of my sarcastic ranting for taking things too far, let’s not overlook this scene where Ojiro is all “even if you stab me!!!” and Pony is like “okay!” and actually does stab him. hero training. fun times!)

holy shit, she took him out even when it was two against one. damn, Pony

so okay, apparently the score is tied now at 1-1

jesus christ Pony is quickly becoming the fourth-quarter MVP out here

by the way, I thought all the melted stuff was supposed to go back to normal after Honenuki passed out, so why does it still look the same? did it just harden again while still looking like that?

(ETA: I guess it must have. I have some questions now about how effective Honenuki would be in a situation where he actually had to try and keep property damage to a minimum. maybe tone it down just a bit in the future.)

but anyway, so if Pony can capture Todoroki and prevent A Team from nabbing Tetsu and Honenuki until the clock expires, they’ll win

but she’s worried she won’t be able to keep this up

I BELIEVE IN YOU PONY

I can’t believe Shouji is going to fucking blow it for the entire A Team. goddamn it Shouji

oh snap!

(ETA: whoops I originally had the wrong picture here. fixed!)

this is why Deku wants to be able to fly so badly. flying solves everything

aaand time is expiring!

wow I did not see this coming

I can’t believe all these kids nearly killed themselves over a stupid training match that ultimately ended in a fucking draw of all things

I hope Recovery Girl drops a big smokestack on Aizawa and Vlad to see how they like it. for fuck’s sake

Kaminari is griping about how it’s not fair, but Shishida’s pointing out that what Pony did was a logical course of action. “running away and awaiting rescue”

yep. and on top of that, she did capture two members of the other team as well; she just didn’t make it back to Rat Principal Jail within the time limit

oh snap a wild IidaRaka moment!

from this angle we can all agree he would have 100% been crushed to death, yes?

anyway, I love how Ochako is always so considerate of his feelings. he doesn’t have enough people looking out for his mental state like that. Ochako is such a good friend and the two of them are so adorable I swear

damn, I was kind of looking forward to that. Shouto and Tetsu need to be chewed out for being reckless idiots, Honenuki needs to get his props (and also be chewed out), and Aizawa needs to seriously question what the hell Ojiro and Shouji were even doing that entire time

Deku says Iida was really cool out there, and WASN’T HE, THOUGH? he also needs to get lots of props! I should have called it Team IidaRoki because he was the true leader as it turns out. same with Team HoneTetsu

LOL

oh hey there Shouto

you’re not you when you’re hungry

god can you imagine. turns out he went off the fucking tracks like that just because he didn’t have a big enough lunch. forgot to eat his Soba O’s this morning

and it looks like Tetsu is also on his way out, but before he leaves he’s magnanimously telling Shouto that they match may have been a draw, but as far as he’s concerned he lost

meanwhile as far as I’m concerned, you both lost and need psychological evaluations

“let’s do this again sometime” oh jesus. they have learned nothing

time for some IidaRoki bonding!

you’re like fucking lightspeed you maniac. once you learn to control this shit you’ll be the fucking Flash. you’re like the only guy in this fight who actually crushed it, don’t be so hard on yourself kid

Shouto says Iida saved him though. and that he’s the one who screwed up

he says he could have attacked with his fire to begin with, but he’s gotten into a bad habit of opening with an ice attack

should I even bother at this point with the whole pointing-out-that-lethal-attacks-are-bad-for-so-many-obvious-reasons-though thing? I feel like I have more than established my feelings about that by this point. so I’ll just leave it

anyway, he says that Iida was plenty fast and he was the one who was too slow

okay, I don’t know about “slow”, but I am always here for baby Shouto flashbacks, flashbacks of the kids as young children admiring All Might, and moments where the kids decide they want to become heroes who can put everyone at ease! there is so much goodness in this scene, oh my god

IIDA STOP

YOU NEED TO COOL IT WITH THE USUAL HAND GESTURES FOR NOW OMG

does this count as another Hand Crusher incident. Shouto. what say you

anyway so Iida’s looking all thoughtful and renewing his own hero vows

I said vows as a joke but the way he says it really does sound just that formal and rehearsed though, doesn’t it?

LMAO

so as a result of this fight we’ve established that the hierarchy here is Iida = Honenuki > Todoroki. who could have seen this coming

lmao this kid is waaaaaay too fucking modest

well it’s nice to see that everyone is becoming friends

awww

these are good boys. stupid, but good

and now Recovery Girl is kicking them all out

AND YESSSS, NOW IT’S FINALLY THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

THE FOURTH SET!!!

YOU HEARD HIM SATOU SHUT YOUR TRAP!! IF HE SAYS IT’LL WORK IT’LL WORK!

lmao you guys. I don’t know if I’m gonna get much sleep tonight, because Bakugou is gonna have a fight. a real fight. that’s not against six-year-olds

Monoma is also excited!

okay but back-against-the-wall is exactly the type of situation that you never, ever, ever want to be up against Bakugou in

(ETA: he will shoot you in the fucking face.)

Monoma says he’s been looking forward to the 4th set, but unlike me he’s been looking forward to it because of Tokage! I don’t know who Tokage is, but hopefully they’re a good opponent! class B better be bringing that A game now! we don’t like to half-ass our wins!

OH NO

SUDDENLY I AM ALSO ROOTING FOR TOKAGE MAYBE LOL

EXCEPT NO! BECAUSE!!

EXCUSE ME WHAT. “DEKU, JUST WATCH ME”? LISTEN HERE MISTER, YOU CAN’T JUST GET ALL FIRED UP WITH YOUR EXCITED READY-FOR-BATTLE GRIN WHILE THINKING ABOUT DEKU WITHOUT ANY WARNING, YOUNG MAN. YOU WANT DEKU TO SEE HOW COOL YOU ARE, IS THAT IT. YOU CAN’T FUCKING WAIT

DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSE WHO’S WATCHING. FORGET SHOWING OFF IN FRONT OF YOUR CHILDHOOD HERO, ALL MIGHT, THE IMPORTANT THING IS THAT DEKU’S WATCHING. and you’ve gone from being annoyed by his constant attention to fucking loving it, haven’t you. who here is the real shithead, though

also, guess who’s also fucking loving this. YEAH, IT’S ME. THAT’S RIGHT

Kacchan’s smiles are fucking contagious. like, this cocky, determined grin of his makes me also somehow feel cocky and determined. that’s some fucking charisma. that’s the type of shit that gets you to the top, kid. omg. let’s do this

[ohmytheon]

Karma in Retrograde (13)

title: Karma in Retrograde

summary: When Dabi is hit by a de-aging quirk, he’s turned back to a 16 year-old U.A. Gen Studies student with self-esteem and parent issues, a destructive quirk, and no memory of the last five years. To help the Dabi of the past, present, and future, he is placed with Class 1-A. There, they must all face the question of whether he can change or if his destiny is already set in stone.

– Chapter 13: Ryouta opens up to Aizawa just a smidge and Shouto makes a mistake.

Lanni notes: So begins a mini-arc that I am particularly excited about. (Do I say that about every chapter?) I love writing about the Todoroki's, especially with the addition to Ryouta, which is why I'm planning on writing some prequel one-shots about scenes that we've mentioned from their childhood. Not only does this chapter feature a Shouto POV again, but it also marks an improvement on Ryouta being honest. Kind of. It's a work in progress. I was surprised that I was able to write this chapter in two days with little to nothing hindering me. Sometimes, the words just flow. The song for the chapter is "Wake Up" by Arcade Fire. It gives me a lot of feels from sad to hopeful, especially concerning their past.

If the children don't grow up Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up We're just a million little god's causin' rain storms turnin' every good thing to rust I guess we'll just have to adjust

The next two days passed by in a strange limbo. Between the ridiculously hectic nature of the first three and the expectations of the hero course that he’d built up over years, Ryouta found himself floundering a little. He had thought that the students aiming to become pro heroes always ran on a high, but the truth was that even they went through slow periods where normal classes were focused on. Luckily, thanks to what he’d been working on with Iida, he knew that he was slightly ahead of them, so he wasn’t under much pressure on that front.

Of course, since schoolwork wasn’t distracting him, his mind was left to wander and focus on other things. In class, he would find himself zoning out, his insecurities and fears sneaking up on him. There was little else to occupy him when everyone else was working. There were things in his new life that he was doing an apt job of avoiding, but those quiet moments were proving to be fatal to that plan.

The biggest concern he had nothing to do with U.A. or his life as a villain, but the rest of his family, which Shouto also seemed to be dwelling on.

They popped into his head without any warning, the smallest of things reminding him of them. English class made him think of Fuyumi, who had adored reading beyond everything else. The two of them would often stay up late through the night reading books or comics, only for him to regret it the next day when their father dragged him out of bed early in the morning for training. Back when Shouto was really little, before his quirk had manifested, Ryouta and Fuyumi would take turns reading and acting out stories for him.

Did she still carry a book with her everywhere she went? She’d become a preschool teacher, just like she’d dreamed of doing. Why was she still living at home with their dad? Was it because everyone else had left?

In the hero course, they were learning how to use their quirks alongside hand-to-hand combat. It was obvious that some of the students were better than the others. Bubbly and sweet from what he’d experienced so far, Ryouta had not been expecting Uraraka to practically throw him across the room or slam him onto his stomach and pin him to the ground. It had knocked the hell out of him. She’d apologized as he lay dazed on the ground, but he could hear Bakugou cackling in the background.

Truth be told, Ryouta had little experience when it came to that sort of fighting. Endeavor hadn’t taught him much of it since the bulk of his training focused on his quirk. He probably would’ve learned it had he not been discarded in favor of Shouto, but even he seemed to rely more on the raw power of his quirk, judging by the way Midoriya was able to evade him and get in a few hits. Still, getting his ass handed to him by Uraraka in a few seconds flat had been a little more than humiliating.

Afterward, when he was rubbing his head, his thoughts drifted to Natsuo. The two of them had often roughhoused growing up, as a lot of brothers did, the oddity being that Ryouta had been the smaller of the two despite being older. Natsuo would often win and brag about it, so Ryouta had learned how to play dirty, which often resulted in actual injuries that he’d get scolded for. It hadn’t mattered that Natsuo was sticking his tongue out from behind their mom. According to her, as the oldest boy, Ryouta should’ve known better.

Their mom… Ryouta avoided thinking about her the most. His success was limited.

When Shouto had told him that she was in the hospital, Ryouta didn’t fully process it at first. He’d been a little numb from the revelation that she was still there after all this time. It had been eight years. Had their father just planned on leaving her there forever? Shouto said that she was doing better, but it still made Ryouta sick to his stomach. It wasn’t a proper life. She could be doing good and even tell the others that she was happy, but she deserved better than to grow old in a hospital.

Did she ever think about him? It had taken a while for Shouto and the others to visit her, so maybe she thought he was the same. Had they told her that he was gone? If they had, what did she think? Did she say anything or ask any questions? Or was she secretly relieved that he had left? After all, by the end of it, she could barely look at or stand to be in the same room as him. He knew it was because he’d become too much like Endeavor. The similarities had shamed and humiliated him.

He hadn’t wanted to be like that. He’d be different. He wouldn’t be like his father. Then she could look at him again.

But would she want to now, or would he just be a painful reminder of the past?

Not to mention the fact that he would then be forced to explain what had become of him, even if he didn’t quite know himself yet. He’d fallen even further than Endeavor. Maybe she would be disgusted by him. Maybe she would be afraid of him. He had become the monster that she’d worried about for so long.

“My little Ryouta, don’t ever lose that gentleness.”

Ryouta’s hand slid from his head to his face. He closed his eyes and shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of the memory of her voice. He’d lost a lot more than that, hadn’t he?

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Uraraka asked. “You hit your head pretty hard.”

Pulling his hand away and opening his eyes, Ryouta glanced up at her. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Beats getting blown up.” That was the truth at least, although Uraraka had given him quite the beating. He’d definitely not expected that of her. She was so small. To make matters even more absurd, she hadn’t even used her quirk on him. He really needed to get his shit together. “Where did you learn moves like that?”

Uraraka smiled and rubbed the back of her neck. “I interned with Gunhead after the Sports Festival.”

Ryouta raised his eyebrows. “Seriously? You? Gunhead?” She nodded. “Not gonna lie, that’s expected. I really need to up my game.”

“You really weren’t that bad!” Uraraka insisted. “You’re just a bit...slow...is all.”

Bakugou walked past them, using the bottom of his tank top to wipe off his face. “Don’t lie to him, Uraraka. You kicked his ass.”

As much as it hurt to agree with him, Ryouta shrugged his shoulders and said, “He’s not wrong.”

Bakugou smirked but graciously said nothing else and kept on walking to refill his water bottle. That was a blessing. Besides calling him a few pink-related names, they had more or less stayed away from each other for the past two days. Just thinking about Bakugou’s revelation made Ryouta tug nervously on his hair. When he glanced around, he caught eyes with Mina, who smiled and shook her head at him. He dropped his hand from his hair.

Right. He shouldn’t worry about it. Pink was...fine. It wasn’t that bad.

Then he watched in shock as Mina basically body-slammed Kaminari and was left victorious while he laid in a stupor on the ground. Shit, more than half this class could probably kick his ass with ease. What did they feed the hero class? He should’ve tried to get paired up with that purple blob kid. Not only did he seem terrified of him, but at least Ryouta appeared to have more muscle and was taller. However, knowing his luck, he’d still get his ass whooped and he didn’t think he could handle that sort of mortification right now.

Aizawa peeled himself off the bench and everyone stopped to look up at him. He’d been very still for the last twenty minutes, watching them all intently. Ryouta had somehow managed to forget about him despite normally being hyper-aware of when he was being watched, especially where Aizawa was concerned. Then again, he had a talent of blending into the background. It must’ve been partly why he made such an excellent underground hero.

“That’s it for today,” Aizawa told them, “but I expect you to practice on your own outside of class. If the Gamma Gym remains empty this week, I’ll be able to tell and will mark you down for no improvement.”

A few of the students winced, such as Kaminari as he pulled himself back to his feet, and the invisible girl. At least Ryouta thought she winced. It was hard to tell with just clothing to go by. Not everyone was fond of hand-to-hand combat or had learned to use their quirks with it, so they would have to work twice as hard. Other students like Kirishima and the guy with the tail nodded their heads like they would’ve been at the gym anyways and it was no big deal. Ryouta looked down at his hands and formed them into fists. He had a lot of work ahead of him and it wasn’t all schoolwork that he could zone out on.

With school over for the day, the students began to pair up in their regular groups and leave the field to head back to the dorms. Ryouta was still unaccustomed to the idea that he had a group to join, standing up awkwardly and casting a look around until he realized that Iida was waiting for him to join them. Ryouta’s eyes flickered to Aizawa, who had his back to him while speaking with Sato, and then back to the others.

“You all can go on ahead,” Ryouta told them. “I’ll catch up.”

Iida immediately hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Ryouta to not cause utter disaster; it was just that he had essentially been told to keep an eye on him. “Are you certain?”

“I just need to talk with Aizawa about something,” Ryouta replied evenly.

That piqued their interest, but before either Iida or Midoriya could say anything, Shouto cut in. “Is everything okay?” His voice was mostly flat, but he’d spoken too quickly for him to come off as indifferent and they both knew it. He pressed his lips together and kept his expression impassive, but didn't look away from him.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine,” Ryouta insisted, smiling in an almost embarrassed manner. If Shouto remembered this act from when he’d been a kid, then it might cause some issues. This was the face he’d put on whenever his little brother had asked him questions about UA or when their mom was coming back from the hospital. Put on a smile, act light and reassuring, don’t give him any reason to suspect that something was wrong.

Shouto narrowed his eyes a little. Damnit. Time to double down.

Ryouta sighed. “It’s near the end of the school year and I want to figure out what I’m supposed to do. I’d like to know if I need to study my ass off to take the exams again.”

“That’s an excellent point,” Iida said, nodding his head. “It would change our approach to the coursework we’re going over if he decides that you aren’t.”

While that was true, Ryouta felt a little guilty about lying to Iida and it actually working. He did need to speak with Aizawa about something, but it wasn’t that. Shouto stared at him for a beat longer, but then relaxed his shoulders in a sign of acquiescence. Ryouta didn’t move a muscle to show his relief.

His explanation having been accepted, the group headed for the dorms, Shouto trailing behind. Iida became locked in a conversation with Yaoyorozu while Uraraka and Midoriya fell into one about the class, although the former glanced back at Ryouta once while she was waving her arms emphatically. He turned his gaze away from them, waiting silently and patiently until Sato finished with whatever he had to say and left.

Now that it was just him and Aizawa, Ryouta was beginning to question what he was doing here. This was going to sound an awful lot like opening up and he’d already done more of that than he had in his entire life. Even worse, this was to an adult, an authority figure, one that had control over his life. He’d seen enough of Aizawa to know that he deserved more respect than his own father, but the idea of talking about something this personal, something not even Shouto knew about, made him want to turn on his heel and book it.

The second Aizawa turned around and spotted him though, the nail was put in the coffin and Ryouta stood his ground. “You needed something?” his teacher asked in a bland tone.

Ryouta needed a lot of things, but he was going to have to settle for only one of them.

When he opened his mouth though, no words came out. He didn’t want to say them. All the thoughts that he’d had building in his head started to wrap themselves up in a tangled mess until he couldn’t say anything out of the fear that he would just blurt out a string of words that wouldn’t make sense. He could change his mind still. He could actually talk about what he’d told Iida. He clenched his hands into fists and dug his blunt nails into his palms, the pain bringing him back to focus, and then relaxed them.

Just say the fucking words and be done with it.

“I need a pair of quirk inhibitor braces,” Ryouta spat out in a rush. He swallowed a gulp of air as soon as the words came out, having been holding his breath while mentally fighting with himself.

Despite being a master at keeping his expression blank, Aizawa actually quirked an eyebrow, as if to show that Ryouta had truly surprised him. “Quirk inhibitor braces?” He looked him over so thoroughly that it made Ryouta want to squirm. He was probably trying to pinpoint the exact reason for the request. “Those are typically only used by the police and heroes for criminals.”

“I know, but in extreme cases of children with dangerous quirks, they can be used until the quirk can be controlled,” Ryouta replied, still feeling rushed. He had to get the words out. Once that was taken care of, he wouldn’t be able to take them back, but he would be relieved. Right now, it felt like he was dragging his feet through wet cement and he hated it. “Maybe it’s too much to ask, but I…” He shoved away any hesitancy. At least at the moment, despite his nerves, his quirk was the last thing he felt the urge to call up. It lied smothered inside of him, hiding away. “I need them.”

“Why?” Aizawa simply asked.

Ryouta had known that he wouldn’t be able to get his request fulfilled without divulging any information, but it still made him shuffle his feet uncomfortably. Was this as painful of a process for Aizawa as it was for him, or was he used to this since he’d interrogated plenty of villains in his time as a pro-hero?

“When I was younger, I used to have really bad night terrors,” Ryouta explained, every word clawing away at what little dignity he had left. He kept his gaze averted from Aizawa, not wanting to meet his eyes in case there was anything but scrutiny in them. “I haven’t had them in a while -- well, at least not in my memory. I can’t say if I’ve had issues with them recently or not as...Dabi.” Did villains get night terrors? Probably not. That implied some sort of regret. “I can deal with them -- they’re not a big deal anymore -- but sometimes I…” He cringed. “Sometimes my quirk activates in my sleep when I’m having them.”

Aizawa considered him for a moment. It was only a few seconds, but Ryouta was starting to think that having Bakugou launch him into the sun would be less painful. He’d never talked about this with anyone. After setting his room on fire when he was six and going to the hospital, his father had brought him home and shoved the cold, metal bracelets in his small hands. The fact that he still had night terrors was never brought up, but at least he didn’t accidentally burn the house down in his sleep.

“Have you been having night terrors again?” Aizawa questioned.

“I wouldn’t call it that,” Ryouta answered. “It was more like a regular nightmare and it was just the one the other day.”

“Your bandaged hand,” Aizawa said. Yeah, he hadn’t expected him to miss that, but he hadn’t brought it up until now either. “That was from activating your quirk in your sleep?”

“Yes and no,” Ryouta said. “It did activate, but when I woke up from the nightmare, I guess I was still in fight or flight mode and I...might have punched my wall.” He tugged on the sleeves of his athletic uniform. “Will the cost for repairs come out of the small fund you told me about?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Aizawa told him flatly, not concerned about it in the slightest. For the first time, Ryouta dropped his shoulders in relief. If that had been the case, he would’ve seriously had to come up with a plan for his daily food intake. He was already borrowing clothes from Shouto; he didn’t want to borrow money too. “The nightmare.” Ryouta quickly lifted his eyes, softening what started out as a sharp look. “Do you remember it?”

He had told Midoriya that he didn’t remember his nightmare. That wouldn’t fly with Aizawa. “It was about fire.” When Aizawa didn’t say anything, Ryouta knew that he had to continue. He took a deep breath. “Most of my night terrors growing up were about fire, which was probably why my quirk would activate.” He frowned, thinking back to the dream and how good he’d felt during it and how terrified he’d been upon waking up. “There was a lot of fire and smoke and I just kept getting hotter and...brighter.”

He did not mention the screams. Could they have been his own?

Could they have been Dabi’s - his - victims’?

“Nothing specific stood out?” Aizawa asked.

Ryouta shook his head. “It was really muddled. I only remember the flames. They were mine.”

He knew what Aizawa was thinking. Had it been a simple nightmare or had it been a memory? If it was one of Dabi’s memories, it would make sense for the first one to be blurry and unrecognizable. Ryouta had told himself that it was only a nightmare for that very reason, as he’d had plenty of them about his own quirk turning against himself and others, but he couldn’t get the way the flames had moved out of his head. He had never twisted them like that before and he was strangely eager to try it out, which made him feel guilty in a way. He shouldn’t want to be anything like Dabi.

“Have you always had such difficulty controlling your quirk, or has it started acting up since you were de-aged?”

That was a loaded question, if only because it offered Ryouta an out. He could lie about it. Aizawa had given him another option that he hadn’t had before. It was terribly tempting. After all, it was believable if it had been considered already. That would take a load of pressure off his shoulders. They were trying to help him though. He had to remember that. He had to believe that. If he kept lying, he’d only dig his hole deeper and would risk falling into the same pattern as before.

“My dad...taught me to control it when I was younger, with varying rates of success,” Ryouta admitted shamefully. Wasn’t the truth supposed to set him free or make him feel lighter? This just made him feel like shit. “But I used inhibitors until I was thirteen.”

“Because you learned to control your quirk more, or the night terrors stopped?”

Ryouta shrugged helplessly. “Both, I guess? I just didn’t need them anymore.”

It had been after Shouto had been burned, after his mother had been hospitalized, after the massive fight with his father that made him decide to apply for UA. One night he didn’t put them on, as if daring his quirk to burn the whole place to the ground, and then he never did again. Even if he had a nightmare, it wasn’t bad enough to cause his quirk to activate. Maybe he’d finally learned to suppress it enough, just like his father had tried to drill into him.

Aizawa nodded his head very slightly and folded his arms across his chest. “I’ll get you the braces.”

“Seriously?” Ryouta eyed him suspiciously. “Just like that?”

“You came to me and opened up willingly to ask for help,” Aizawa pointed out. “Did you expect me to say no?”

“Uh well…” He had expected more questions and suspicion, but maybe the fact that he had been honest about something he was struggling with kept those at bay. It was obvious how much Ryouta hated admitting to any sort of weakness. Doing so was a way of building trust between them, something that had to go both ways, hence why Aizawa agreed with his request. “I don’t know. I thought maybe…”

You’d be disappointed.

Ryouta was not going to say that, but the thought was there, resting in his head like a hand grenade. One of these days, he really wouldn’t give a shit about impressing or pleasing people. It would probably be right around the time he turned back into a villain. How frustrating.

“You all have done a lot for me already,” Ryouta said. “Asking for more seemed like a stretch.”

“If it concerns your safety and the safety of the class, that’s something you don’t need to ask for,” Aizawa pointed out. “It’s something I should be made aware of.”

“Right, got it.” He was a danger. He was a villain. He was a problem.

That...wasn’t what Aizawa was saying though, was it? No, it sounded like he was saying something close to the opposite. His safety was a priority, not just the students’ because he was with them. If there was anything they could do to make his life at UA different from the first time around, they would do it. They wanted to do better by him, which meant that he had to let them. It was a give and take that he had not allowed himself to experience the first time around.

“Was there anything else?” Aizawa asked.

“No.” Ryouta shook his head. “That was it.” Fuck, that had been painful, but he did feel a sense of relief now. Maybe tonight would be stressful, as he’d have to be wary of having a night terror again, but tomorrow would be different. It humiliated him that he had to use something to control his quirk, which he hadn’t done in years, but he was under a serious amount of stress. It only made sense that he’d have difficulties now. Besides, he honestly believed that Aizawa wouldn’t tell anyone unless it became important. “Do I need someone to escort me to the dorms or can I go now?”

Aizawa blinked languidly, as if he might fall asleep. “Do you need a chaperone?”

“Uh, no.” Ryouta didn’t expect to be fully alone. Someone would be watching him, but he didn’t need anyone to hold his hand all the way to the dorms. “Thanks.”

With that taken care of, he slunk off towards the dorms, his mind drifting to Aizawa’s words. He had been open, yes, more so than he’d ever been with an adult, but was it enough? Ryouta wasn’t for sure. It was hard for him to figure out what exactly U.A. expected of him. All he knew was that he had to meet theirs and the police’s expectations. The moment he didn’t… Well, he wasn’t keen on finding out what would happen. He had to keep on pushing himself. That was the only way forward.

*

Ryouta had been lying, but Shouto had decided not to push the matter. He hadn’t lied about wanting to talk with Aizawa, but about what he’d wanted to talk about. The moment he had started to behave like he would when he visited home from U.A., Shouto had seen through the act. Still, if Ryouta was going to talk to Aizawa about whatever was bothering him, then he shouldn’t worry about it too much. If it was serious, their homeroom teacher would take care of it.

Besides, it wasn’t like he and Ryouta had often confided in each other before. Well, Shouto had, but it was clear now that there was a lot his older brother had hidden from him. He’d done it to protect him, but it had backfired on all of them in the end.

Having his brother in class with him was weird. It was even weirder seeing him interact with his classmates. He hated it admit it, but Shouto felt himself carefully watching and picking apart his brother’s behavior with everyone. What was the truth and what was a lie? That, in turn, made him feel guilty for questioning Ryouta in the first place. It was painfully obvious that he was trying to blend in as much as possible and felt ashamed for his villainous activity that he couldn’t even remember. Plus, he was being overly appeasing and mild so that no one would be afraid of him.

Even if Shouto remembered the way Dabi had attacked him at the Training Camp and kidnapped Bakugou right in front of him, he couldn’t find it in himself to be afraid of his brother. The memories of Ryouta throwing himself between him and their father and coming to blows were too strong.

It would take some time for this to become moderately normal - a lot of time, if he was being honest. Shouto had known that the others would be resistant to the idea in the beginning. Even he froze when he walked into the common area and found Ryouta silently sitting on the couches with Midoriya and Iida while they talked. That was his oldest brother - that was Dabi - with his friends. It wasn’t normal, but everyone was trying to pretend it was until the quirk wore off.

His friends were doing their best to be accommodating, which Shouto appreciated more than he could say. Iida had taken it upon himself to help Ryouta as much as possible, but it was extra work that put a strain on him no matter how much he tried to hide it. Also, as friendly as Midoriya was, he was still suspicious. Dabi’s actions had cost him a lot. Shouto hadn’t missed the way he watched his brother sometimes, as if trying to add things up and reach an answer that Ryouta himself didn’t even know.

After reaching the dorms, Shouto excused himself to his room. He wanted a little time to himself. With Ryouta around, he found himself around the others a lot more than before. He didn’t like leaving his brother alone for long, not when he’d been gone for years. It was a little embarrassing to admit that he was relieved or even happy that Ryouta was back. It felt like when he’d gone to see his mom for the first time in years. Something had been missing from his life and he hadn’t even known it until they were right in front of him.

But how long do we have?

The problem was that no one knew. Ryouta could turn back into Dabi tomorrow, for all they knew, although the de-aging quirk seemed stable at the moment. Would it be quick or gradual? Not even the quirk’s user had been able to give them good answers. All they could do was wait and see. Shouto hated it, but could not complain. He’d take what he could get.

More importantly, this was an opportunity to learn more about Ryouta, the only other one in the family to have experienced their father’s training. It had left more of a scar on him than Shouto had realized. In the past, he’d always been so flippant about it to make him feel better. It had only been a handful of days, but he already felt like he had seen more of Ryouta than ever before.

For one, he hadn’t realized how quiet his brother could be. Before, it had always seemed like Ryouta could go for days, always willing to go the extra mile and push himself. Shouto had watched a few knockout fights between him and their father that would’ve put a third-year U.A. student out of commission and then sat quietly as Ryouta cleaned his scrapes from training hours later.

He wasn’t like Natsuo though, who had an abundant amount of energy. It was more like he could run on fumes for hours. He was also more withdrawn than Fuyumi instead of outgoing like Shouto remembered. Sure, he could be moody and indifferent, but that was a consequence of having grown up under their father’s thumb. Now that he looked back, he could recall Ryouta being aloof in public, sometimes to the point of coming off as rude. He was trying not to be that way now, but such coping mechanisms were hard to forget. Shouto would know. It was still a little surprising to see such differences firsthand.

For some reason, it didn’t feel like his behavior was a result of the strange situation he’d been placed in. This was who he truly was. He’d put on a brave face for Shouto and their siblings.

And speaking of them, where were they? Why hadn’t they said anything about the fact that their brother had essentially come back from the dead and was a de-aged villain? After years of being separated, they had been working on becoming closer as an actual family. It was new and sometimes Shouto didn’t understand certain things or why Fuyumi got so worked up, but it was pleasant and he knew that was important. By being closer to his siblings and his mother again, he felt like he understood more about what being a hero meant.

He wanted that with Ryouta, but he wanted it to be real. He shouldn’t have felt like he had to pretend around all of them. Maybe then…

After changing into shorts and a t-shirt, Shouto grabbed his cell phone off his desk. The lack of contact from Fuyumi and Natsuo was starting to bother him. Did they not care? Had they completely forsaken Ryouta? It made sense that they were angry, but not calling or asking any questions at all felt unlike them.

Pulling up Fuyumi’s number, he sent her a text. ‘I know it’s difficult to accept or wrap your head around and I even thought Natsuo might have lingering anger over it, but I don’t understand why you haven’t said a word about Ryouta.’

Fuyumi was probably just now leaving the school she worked at, so it might take her time to respond. He set his phone aside and gathered his things to take a shower. He hadn’t wanted to be the one to start this discussion, but he could tell that Ryouta was getting antsy. As much as it shamed him to face them, he did want to repair things as well. They could be a real family. It was what Fuyumi had always wanted. So why hadn’t she visited or even called?

Before he could walk out of his room, his phone pinged, announcing a text message. It was Fuyumi, but her response was not one he’d expected. ‘This came out of the blue. Did you want to talk about what happened?’

Shouto furrowed his brow. Of course he wanted to talk about what happened. Ryouta was back in their lives. He was not only alive, but a de-aged villain. It was a big deal. Why wasn’t she freaking out about it more? She got worked up if he and their father were even in the same room.

‘We all need to talk about it,’ Shouto sent back.  ‘I thought this would be really important to you.’

This time, he didn’t set his phone down, but stared at his screen waiting for a response. Luckily Fuyumi was quick to respond. ‘It is important to me. After all we don’t really know what happened.’

Well, of course they didn’t know what exactly had happened when neither Fuyumi nor Natsuo had called to get a proper explanation. They probably hadn’t even told their mom. Granted, that was a big step. It would be wrong of them to keep it from her (villain or not, Ryouta was her son), but it would be best to decide how they would break the news together.

‘I know what happened. That’s not the point.’

‘How do you know? He’s gone. We accepted that a long time ago.’

Now Shouto was getting frustrated. Just because Ryouta had become Dabi didn’t mean that he was gone. This was supposed to be something of a second chance for him and U.A. and that meant he could have a second chance at having a family too. All of them could. Fuyumi was dead set on trying to include their father, despite Natsuo’s extreme reservations and the fact that just seeing him could potentially damage their mother’s recovery. If she could forgive him, why couldn’t she even think about accepting what happened to Ryouta?

They might have given up on him - maybe their father had convinced Fuyumi somehow - but Shouto wouldn’t. He refused. ‘He’s not gone. He’s right here and I’m pretty sure he wants to see you all, but he’s too scared to ask.’

Fuyumi’s response was lightning fast. ‘What are you talking about? Did you hit your head during one of your hero combat lessons?’

For a brief second, Shouto was indignant - and then he really was hit upside the head by a realization. Oh shit. Fuyumi hadn’t failed to ask about Ryouta because she was angry or had cut him out of her life; she hadn’t called because she didn’t know. She and Natsuo were unaware that their brother was a sixteen-year-old U.A. student again. Their father hadn’t told them. In retrospect, he didn’t know why he’d expected him to do so, but it was such a big deal that he thought maybe their old man would try to sway them to his side.

Their father hadn’t done anything like that. He’d kept them in the dark - kept them separated - just like he had their entire lives.

Shouto blinked when his phone started to vibrate in his hands. No more texts. Fuyumi was calling him now. His phone made a quiet buzzing sound when he received calls, but for some reason, he thought it sounded as loud as a tornado right now. Despite knowing that a storm was coming and dread settling in his stomach, Shouto answered the call and held the phone up to his ear. “Fuyumi--”

Predictably, she didn’t give a chance to say more than her name. “What are you talking about, Shouto? Ryouta is there? He wants to see us? I don’t understand.”

Sighing, Shouto pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you sitting down?”

“I don’t need to sit down. I need answers!” Despite her frantic reply, he could hear her sit down.

“There’s really no easy way to say this, so…” Shouto closed his eyes and then spit out what was arguably the longest sentence of his entire life. “Ryouta turned out to be masquerading as Dabi who is in the League of Villains and led the attack on my camping trip this past summer, but he was struck by a quirk that de-aged him to when he was sixteen and still going to U.A. and he doesn’t have any memories of the last five years, so the authorities and U.A. have decided to house him here with my class until the quirk wears off.”

Now that he’d said it all out loud, he felt a burst of relief wash over him and opened his eyes. It was so strange and saying it made him realize just how crazy this was. U.A. was essentially keeping a ticking time bomb on campus, as he could go from a regular student to a villain at any moment. Granted, they were keeping a close eye on him, but there were moments when he was unsupervised. What if he turned back into Dabi while everyone was sleeping and decided to wreak havoc? They were playing with wildfire.

This was ridiculous. The whole thing was nuts. What were they thinking?

(Shouto didn’t care. He got his brother back for now. They could be a family, just like he’d seen in television shows and movies.)

Fuyumi was silent on the other end for a good minute, maybe longer. Instead of prompting to respond, Shouto waited for it to settle in. It had shocked him too when he’d seen Dabi turn into Ryouta and he hadn’t truly believed it until seeing him in the interrogation room. That whole explanation was so unlike Shouto that she probably had to adjust to that as well. They were never upfront with what was going on in their lives, not even her, and she was the most open out of all of them.

“I don’t…” Despite not being able to see her, Shouto could hear the wobble in her voice and knew that she was close to tears, if not already crying. He’d known that this would mean the world to her. “He’s there. He’s really there?”

“Yeah, he’s living on campus with me,” Shouto told her gently. “He’s here.”

And that was when the dam broke. “Oh my god. Oh my-- I have to call Natsuo. Should I call him? He’s in class right now. I don’t know if he’ll answer. Ryouta, he-- Is he okay? How is he? What happened to him? You said that he doesn’t remember the past five years? Oh god, okay, I-- Just let me--”

“Fuyumi,” Shouto interrupted, “you need to breathe.”

“I don’t have time for that!” Fuyumi shouted. “I’m on my way!”

“I don’t think--” But before Shouto could finish, Fuyumi had hung up and he was left holding a quiet phone.

For a minute, he didn’t do anything but stare down at the screen. Then he dropped on his mat and laid down on his back. He had really mucked things up, hadn’t he? Ryouta was going to panic. Sure, he wanted to see Fuyumi, but he was scared too. It was understandable. He was afraid of how she would react to what he’d become. Shouto was still struggling with it, if he was being honest.

And now Fuyumi was freaking out and he hadn’t been able to gauge her emotional state beyond shocked. This had been what Shouto had been expecting from her, but he hadn’t thought that he would be the one to tell her, certainly not on accident. Normally he was ahead of things like this so he wasn’t caught off guard, but this whole situation had been throwing him off for days. Ah, he’d have to tell Aizawa too, since Fuyumi wouldn’t be able to get onto the campus. She hadn’t even considered that.

Oh, shit, this was a mess and all Shouto wanted to do was sleep.

Of course, that was what being a family was about too, right? They were messy and didn’t always agree with one another and people got hurt. It was about coming together in the end. It was about healing. They were learning and they could all do with a bit of that, couldn’t they? Especially Ryouta.

That did not mean it was going to be fun. This was going to hurt.

@mistystarshine notes: Well, that sure is a thing that happened! Do I have a lot to say about the events of this chapter? Yep! Am I going to? Nope, because they all connect to next chapter. You can expect a nice long note from me at the end of the next chapter. Until then, we’d love to hear your thoughts. I know that I got emotional working on this chapter.

(Also, fun fact: in terms of quirkless hand-to-hand combat, Uraraka could also steamroll Dabi in about five seconds flat. As is to be expected of an adorable badass and a guy who was beaten by a ‘magic scarf’.)

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Invisible breaks, unspoken bruises.

@hotmilkytea​ for the idea, since i got it from your critical.

(this ended up being less comfort more hurt than I intended. whoops.)

Post Tokka vs the World: 

Seeing your friend nearly be vivisected leaves a mark, and nearly being vivisected definitely leaves a mark. Other things leave marks too, and Donnie is the only who seems to see that.

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Donnie didn’t know why it was always him, but it was. Things like this always happened to him.

“Get out of my room,” Donnie said, glaring at both his brother and Casey, who were touching things that they shouldn’t and they knew it. “And hands off my encyclopaedias.”

Mikey and Casey both stopped touching the carefully organized volumes, which were arranged according to both date and language.

“What, no love for you bros?” Mikey asked in a sickly sweet voice, flopping onto Donnie’s bed. The bed that Donnie, for once, wanted to be in.

“No.” Donnie replied. “Get out.”

He was in no mood for this. He’d had a very long night of breaking into military buildings, avoiding being shot by said military, flying a type of space ship he was out of practice using, and almost being incinerated by a giant cosmic tortoise. He was very, very tired, and wanted to just shut down for a while, and not think about how he and his brothers likely destroyed whatever peace treaty the Utrom and the American Military had built. Or about how the world was probably still freaking out, seeing as there had been giant kaiju falling out of the sky, or about how his family had outed themselves to the military, who were only vaguely trustworthy at the best of times, and definitely trigger happy every other time, and how they’d very likely evoked their ire for the destruction they’d caused and painted bright, obvious targets right onto their own shells-

Donnie shut off that train of thought, and internally sighed.

Another night, another disaster. Another ordinary Friday outing, for them at least.

Donnie just really, really wanted to sleep. He’d deal with bumping up their defenses next evening.

Trouble was, he needed people out of his room first.

“We could have a movie marathon though,” Casey suggested, also flopping down beside Mikey. “You have, like-” He gestured at the collection of Planet Earth DVD’s Donnie had on his shelf. “-at least ten hours’ worth. Or something.”

“Eleven, actually,” Donnie corrected, mind automatically adding up the collective episodes’ time worth. He shook his head, and refocused. “But that doesn’t matter. You’re both getting out of my room, and I am going to sleep, for once, and neither of you are going to bother me while I do.”

“Aw, please, Dee?” Mikey asked.

“For real, the night’s still young!” Casey added.

“No, it is not,” Donnie said irritably, because he could see the early hour digits displayed on his alarm clock, and-

Wait, why were his brother and Casey so adamant on staying anyways? Or willing to put up with watching Planet Earth, instead of some blockbuster monster movie?

Donnie took a better look at his brother and his friend, looking past his first reactions of annoyance.

For starters, they both had significant bruising on various patches of skin. But that was normal, for their group at least. Everyone got bruises after a mission. Though, usually, Casey didn’t seem quite so wide eyed afterwards, and typically wore his bruises with pride. Now, though, he seemed to be hunching a bit on himself. Shoulders curled in a defensive set, a very out of character thing for his posture, post a successful mission.

And Mikey. Mikey had symmetrical bruising on either side of him. He’d brushed Donnie off earlier, much like Casey had, when they’d been doing physical checks on everyone. Called it no big deal. Though it didn’t seem like ‘no big deal’, seeing Mikey had a slightly- and pun not intended- shell-shocked quality to him. His knees were bouncing with energy he usually would have spent in battle, and he had a mildly desperate look to his expression, much as he was trying to hide with a charming smile.

Donnie closed his eyes, and pinched the space between his eyes. He sighed. “Okay. What is this really about? Neither of you like Planet Earth, or hanging around me when I watch it. Or like spending much time with me in general.”

“Does a guy need a reason to hang with one of his buds?” Casey asked, and now that Donnie was listening for it, he heard the false bravado in the human’s voice.

Donnie dropped his hand, and crossed his arms. He stared at them both, watching the cracks continue to appear in their expressions.

“Please?” Mikey asked, his forced cheer taking a further dive. “Can we stay just for a bit?”

A small part of Donnie, a very tired and rather sharp part of himself, wanted to say no. The rest of him however, was far too squishy and family oriented for him to even consider refusing. Not after that kind of emotional attack.

He looked at the two people sitting on his bed, and examined their bruises again. They hadn’t told him specifically what they were from, or how they’d gotten ones that matched. Casey’s might have been hidden now, but Donnie had seen them when he was changing out of his gear. Likely, the bruises they both had were what’d driven them to force their way into Donnie’s private space.

Donnie probably should have pushed harder for answers earlier. No time like the present to remedy that.

“Only if you explain why you want to stay so badly,” Donnie conceded, going over to his desk and pulling out his swivel chair to sit. Mikey and Casey exchanged glances, and Donnie watched them squirm. Interesting.

“Well, you see…” Mikey started, then trailing off as he glanced to the side and grimaced. “There was this thing, and then some guys, and…”

“Mike was gonna get vivisected,” Casey blurted, only for Mikey to elbow him and hiss for Casey to let him explain things.

Donnie’s eyes widened.

Well then. That explained some things.

“For real?” Donnie questioned. Because if that had been what really happened, and why they seemed so unsettled… Donnie could relate to those feelings.

Mikey shrugged, eyes aimed at his still bouncing knees. “Yeah. Sort of, I guess. They, uh, caught us like right away after you guys left, and then strapped us down and everything. Like right out of a movie, tables and lights and doctor guys- whole shebang.”

“They were gonna do it right beside me,” Casey said, looking a tinge queasy. “It was fucking sick, and not in a good way.”

Donnie took a moment to be very, very grateful that his brother was sitting across from him right then, and not in pieces in some government laboratory. Old nightmares of meeting a similar fate, and the memory of his unfortunate experience with a situation nearly the exact same, welled up in Donnie’s mind, and he understood. Understood why Mikey was so desperate to not be alone, and why Casey was hanging around long after he could have gone home to his human family.

Donnie, in the spare moments he did sleep these days, sometimes saw images that sounded like what Mikey had described. Reoccurring nightmares from childhood and onwards, surfacing again because of what Don Vizioso had attempted to do to him just a few weeks ago.

And to add to that experience, still having the crystal incident fresh in his mind, and his subconscious dreams, Donnie knew all too well that waking events could bring terrible images when one slept.

His brother and friend were watching him, waiting for Donnie’s response.

“I’m glad you’re both alright,” Donnie said truthfully. And he was, oh he very much was. He was also adding this to the pile of critiques he had for Leo’s ‘plans’ in battle. They’d nearly lost Mikey, and they hadn’t even known. “But why didn’t you tell us this earlier? That- that could have been really bad.”

‘Bad’ was a tame word. Disastrous, crushing, the tragedy that finally broke them all- take your pick. It could have been all those things.

They were both squirming again, in each their own manner. Casey’s fingers were tapping rapid pace on the comforter, and Mikey’s lip was being chewed into oblivion.

“We. Um.” Mikey, never short of words, seemed to struggle finding the right ones. “We thought they were gonna laugh at us for getting caught so easily.”

They.

Who were the ‘they’? Donnie didn’t even have to guess.

He repressed a sigh about their two other brothers, and pushed away the familiar pangs of frustration regarding them. It was really getting tiring, dealing with their condescending remarks towards Donnie and Mikey; mostly about their martial arts abilities. Casey was rarely a victim, but obviously, he was wary enough of mocking that he’d kept mum with Mikey.

Or maybe Mikey had asked him to keep things quiet, and he’d obliged. Donnie didn’t know which, and wasn’t planning on asking. That was between them. “And you came to me specifically, and told me about all this, because…?”

More squirming, and Mikey answered again after a beat of thought.

“I thought you’d be less…” He grimaced. “Mean? I guess?”

Casey mumbled an agreement, and Donnie felt very, very tired.

Why was nothing in their family straight forwards anymore? Mikey apparently couldn’t trust their older brothers not to mock him for almost dying, and Casey didn’t see Raph as a fit confident for nearly witnessing a friend’s slow death right before his eyes.

Donnie added another thing to his very, very long list of items to discuss with his brothers, one day. Also to the list of ‘things our father isn’t trusted with’, seeing as Mikey hadn’t even brought up the idea of talking to Splinter.

Donnie just wanted to sleep.

It didn’t look like he’d get to.

“How long, exactly, did you want to stay in my room?” Donnie asked wearily, feeling much older than he wanted to. From the awkward grimaces Casey and Mikey made, Donnie figured just a few hours wouldn’t be enough. He sighed. “Fine. All day it is. Someone go get the spare mattress, I’m not letting you two get my sheets dirty.”

He huffed at the thankful smile Mikey gave him, and at the half hidden gratitude on Casey’s face.

What a mess they all were, really.

A few minutes later, after rearranging his bedroom and letting Mikey haul out all their spare bed accessories, there was a twin sized mattress on the floor, decked with more pillows and blankets than they could ever use.

It made for a comfy pile, though. Supportive of both Casey’s back and Mikey’s shell alike. Donnie took the liberty of helping himself to the supply of soft items, and stacked up his own sleeping space. Once they were all arranged, Mikey closest to Donnie’s bed and Casey on the far side, Donnie turned on the old flat-screen TV he’d mounted to his wall a few years ago. At least in his room, he was able to afford luxuries that wouldn’t get broken by wayward destruction from his brothers.

He’d loaded Planet Earth’s first disc into the player, and turned the volume down as it started playing. Maybe it wasn’t the most interesting thing to his guests, but neither of them argued as the smooth British narrator started speaking.

Donnie’s earlier exhaustion remained, but now he couldn’t sleep. Not with images of Mikey being chopped into pieces flashing across his mind. And he hadn’t even known that nearly happened. Mikey could have been long past help, drained of blood and ready to be packaged up for further examinations, by the time Donnie knew. If not for Casey, and Bishop, as they’d told him, Donnie could have been short a brother tonight.

The thought terrified him much deeper than his own brush with vivisection had. Donnie wondered vaguely if Mondo had felt as strongly about the situation as he had. The gecko wasn’t nearly as old as the rest of them, in age and experience both, and that had likely been his first time experiencing danger of that type. And Donnie still hadn’t found time to call the Mutanimals for a check up on the younger mutant.

He added that to another one of his many lists. Something he needed to do, likely the moment he woke next evening. If he woke at all, seeing as sleep wasn’t going to come easy.

The fifth episode started to play on screen, and Donnie shifted his eyes to his brother and friend on the floor. Casey had wrapped himself around a number of pillows, bandana off for the day and hair tangled up as he’d buried himself into the pile. He’d texted his family before finally passing out, and didn’t seem like he was going anywhere for a good while.

Mikey on the other hand, had his brow furrowed, and was tensed up head to toe. No sound was escaping him, but Donnie saw the slightest twitch to his hands. Even in sleep, ninjutsu and survival training ran deep. Make no sounds, have your weapon at the ready. Always, no matter what.

Mikey’s hands spasmed, and he tightly gripped the blanket closest to him. From the way he was curled around his center, Donnie guessed what was haunting his dreams at the moment. It wasn’t hard, seeing as he’d had similar dreams many times before.

Donnie leaned over the edge of his mattress, and reached out to run a hand across Mikey’s skull. He minded the dark bruise on the back of Mikey’s cranium, and tried not to think of Mikey trashing in restraints, desperate to get away.

Or, think about the other bruise, right beside Mikey’s eye. That one wasn’t from the restraints. That had been from Raph, and inflicted right in front of Donnie. And he’d done nothing to stop it, as usual. And then he’d left Mikey right afterwards, both him and Casey abandoned to face a whole building’s worth of security all on their own.

And no one had even stopped to wonder about them again until after Tokka had left. Just a phone call after everything was said and done, from Donnie, because Leo and Raph hadn’t even made a move to check on their missing teammates. And Mikey had answered brightly and replied that they were fine, totally fine!

Donnie was sure Raph hadn’t apologized for hitting Mikey, and Leo hadn’t apologized for stationing them somewhere he should have known they’d get caught. And Donnie hadn’t pushed them to.

Donnie brushed the edge of Mikey’s black eye, and added another few regrets to his lists.

There were a lot of things Donnie should have done tonight. A lot of things he was putting on his lists to remind himself not to do them again.

Mikey’s hands spasmed again, a grimace crossing his expression and Donnie stopped touching the tender spot by his eye.

“Shhh, Mikey,” Donnie whispered, moving his hand up and rubbing a circle on Mikey’s temple. “You’re at home, you’re not there. Go back to sleep.”

It took another few minutes, during which Mikey’s eyes opened blearily and sightlessly, before closing again, and Donnie’s brother finally stopped tensing himself for a fight. His breathing evened out, and he stopped curling so tightly on himself.

Donnie lifted his hand away, and looked again at his brother. The bruises were starting to fade on the edges already, but it would be a while before the sickly discoloration disappeared completely. It would sit there, plain on Mikey’s exposed scales, and remind Donnie how very close he’d come to losing someone in his family. Again.

And, remind him of how there were cracks in their relationships. Cracks that had been widening with time and strain, that hadn’t been attended to at all. No apology for their creation, and no closure to the events that caused them.

A sudden noise caught Donnie attention, and he moved his eyes to the other person beside his brother. Casey made an angry, muffled sound in his sleep, and his legs thrashed for a brief moment. Then he settled again, turning deeper into the pillows he was clutching.

Donnie waited to see if Casey would do anything else, but a soft snore signified it wasn’t likely. With the two of his guests settled again, Donnie moved back onto his bed properly, and lay against the pillows he’d accumulated.

The sounds of British narration, and of distant wildlife ecosystems, filled the gaps left by Mikey and Casey’s gentle inhalations. Donnie tried to use the steady flow of both sounds to lull himself into sleep. Even though a weight had settled in his chest, and made the prospect of rest feel very unlikely.

He could think deeper on the horrors of tonight, of the last years, and of the future, come the next evening. He’d do his best to not think at all for a while, and sleep for however long he could. He’d sleep lightly though, listening for further distress from his guests.

He’d forgotten to watch out for them once already, failed to be there when they needed him, and he wouldn’t do that again.

Donnie closed his eyes, and did his best to sleep, even with his lingering thoughts weighing on his mind.

[nirtonic]

You get all numbers divisible by 12.

12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better?

What is their favorite weather, And what would they ideally they do during days dominated by it?

It has lots of room for personal philosophizing, or stories from their past, Or ideas for future hang outs

24: Cats or dogs?

Both! I love these cute puppies puppies puppies kitties kitties kitties.

I am most like dogs though.

36: My current obsession?

Uhm. a few things, Theater and my ideas for productions I want to design, the Warhammer Fantasy Battle universe [Before the travesty that is End Times of course] And a few thought experiments I’ve developed over the years, Mainly dealing with How humans would scavenge useful material from our modern buildings and materials given various stressful scenarios.

48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow?

Aw shucks. I don’t have a *top* five, but here are some blogs that make me smile/learn something/think every time I see them on my dash oneorangeshoelace thatsthats24 markiplier owlturdcomix iguanamouth

60: Pet peeve?

A pet peeve that I have is when People go “mmmhm, Yeah, Yes” and stuff like that a BUNCH t in the middle of when I’m talking. It causes me to re-organize my thoughts each time, Cause when people talk when I am talking I try to see if they need me to stop talking for one reason or another. It’s only really annoying when I’m in a workshop or need to talk out an idea in its entirety.

72: If I won the lottery, what would I do?

#1 pay off my student loans #2 Pay off my brother’s Student Loans. #3 give half to my parents #4 pay off my friend’s student loans #5 utilize the remainder to stabilize my financial situation, and support my dream of developing Neurodiverse Activism tools, Devised Theater and art.

84: Story behind one of my scars?

Content Warning! graphic recount of injury!

I have two scars on either side of my right knee. The first weekend of summer after 5th grade saw me playing in a park with my cousins. When my uncle left with Two of them to go to the bathroom I climbed up a tree, using a bike as the first step up. At about 25~30 feet up the tree a branch broke. I fell, ping-ponging off the branches till the very bottom, where I hit the last one right in the middle of my right thigh from behind. My Femur snapped and I dig A weird tumbly backflip, Hit my bike and then face planted. I then stood up. Luckily, My uncle had sprinted across the park, picked my up and layed me down before I stepped onto my right leg. The two scars are from the rods they used to hold my femur together! I Still have them somewhere, they look like curved knitting needles.

96: Can I cook?

Hahah, Not really.

108: Favourite Youtuber?

Zisteau! Closely followed by Vechs, Guude, Etho, Vintagebeef, Heirofcarthage, MilkandcookiesTW Gamegrumps and a few others

120: Am I much of a daredevil?

Yes, Quite so in my childhood, Less so now. I have a poor sense of self preservation when it comes to high intensity physical activities. Luckily, this does not hold true when skiing. I am careful now-a-days with skiing. Most of my daredevilness is on foot, walking around, jumping around, running around. Never with a vehicle.

132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district?

I’ve always assumed Hufflepuff or gryffindor / no idea / I live in the rockies near the capitol’s apparent place so… Maybe there I guess?

144: Have I ever been on a plane?

Quite often! But never one larger than those little single hallway ones. I’ve never been on a 747, airbus or what ever.

156: My most embarrassing memory?

Sorry, Not sharing the embarrassing. No idea which of the dozens I have.

168: Have I ever been on TV?

I do not think I have been.

180: Do I like shopping?

Well enough. I REALLY like shopping for books, Boardgames, Tabletop RPG’s, Videogames, Legos and Milsurp

191: What makes me the happiest?

I do not have one single answer for this. But being outside. Experiencing weather close to nature. I love feeling the world move around me as it exists in it’s own wills. I gt uncomfortable in areas dominated by humanity, Like big cities. I gt so anxious about the press of humanity. So the reverse is my good place. Especially in Blizzards and massive snow storms.

[whoops, Messed up and grabbed 191. I’ll keep it though since I like the answer]

192: What is “home” to me?

Close to the before, I am most comfortable in smaller towns that are connected to the big world through tourism. I need nature in my life, and thrive in the mountains. “Home” Includes quiet spaces and loved ones to share them with.

204: Have I ever had my heart broken?

Yes. By my own actions has my heart been broken, my fault in the prime.

216: Favourite fictional character?

Golly… here are a few instead of one. Master Chief Petty Officer John 117, All of the fellowship of the ring, Rincewind, Moist Von Lipwig, Vimes, Carrot, Angua, John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Nepeta, Karkat, Karl Franz, Mark Watney, Elric Brothers… I’ll stop now.

[lovelyparanormalbooks]

100 Truths Blogger Tag

Hey everyone! Wanted to do something fun here (while y'all 'wait' for my mega wrap up post to be completed oops) so I decided to do this tag! Stolen from the Mango Queen May @ Forever and Everly so definitely check her out, and her post is here. Anyway, without further ado, the tag!* *Still feel like I'm rambling though. Am I?

The Basics

1 What’s your name?

Cas; technically a nickname and unrelated to my "real" name but ah well.

2 Any nicknames or aliases?

Cath, Rose, and as for other nicknames too many to count/list.

3 Your gender?

Female! She/her.

4 Your star sign?

Taurus, even if it's not always obvious I am quite the stubborn one though mostly in subtle ways.

5 How old are you?

I mean, you can probably find that answer at least somewhere around this blog but I'm not gonna give it to you straight, but I am a teenager in high school, I'll give you that much.*

*Is this too cryptic? I really don't mean to be, it's just I'd like to keep it 'undisclosed' even though I've probably blabbed before.

6 Your relationship status?

Single; I've moved past the point in my life (intermediate/middle school and early high school) where I'd pretend it was "it's complicated" when that just meant about my friendships; lmao.

7 Any children?

Nope.

8 Any pets?

I mean we have like 19 chickens I think, by my last count? I'm not great at keeping track. But out of those there are the four which are most like pets to me, a black orpington and three blue orpingtons :)

9 Any tattoos or piercings?

Nope and I doubt there ever will be I'm too indecisive and why have piercings when the only thing I'd ever get pierced are my ears, and you can just have clip ons?

10 What do you like about yourself?

Uhh well I'm not one of those people who constantly puts themselves down so that's a start? (And I really don't mean any offence to anyone who is like that, I hope you start seeing what an amazing person you are! 3>

11 What do you dislike about yourself?

Lack of confidence on some occasions I suppose? I try to be more outgoing and I am a slightly more extroverted ambivert but I think in certain situations I just need to be more willing to take a chance.

12 Righty or lefty?

Right :)

Lasts

13 The last thing you drank:

Water. It's sitting in front of me slightly to my left as I speak :( (in case you haven't been able to tell I'm not a fan of water)

14 The last thing you ate:

An apple.

15 Your last phone call:

To a friend while I was walking to school, because when you're by yourself you get bored.

16 Your last text message:

Hoped it'd be something exciting, but nope it's just ":)" (minus the quote marks).

17 Your last email:

Sent email? To myself, a day ago, sending myself a resource for mock exams (sigh).

18 The last song you listened to:

Why would I remember, I'm not bothered checking but it was off my "pop ballads" playlist and pretty sure the song was almost over when the period ended and I stopped listening to music.

19 The last book you read:

Bright Thrones by Kate Elliott, though that is technically a short story... Oh well.

20 The last time you cried:

Ahh damn not a great story. In the car on the way home Wednesday two weeks ago, but that was really a chain reaction event which started around the start of lunchtime that day.

21 The last blog you read:

Forever and Everly!

22 The last person you spoke to:

A friend while walking to my dad's office where I am now.

23 The last place you visited:

School?? It is after school right now and I haven't gotten home yet...

24 Your last holiday abroad:

China! I mean more specifically Beijing as well as Shenyang, Dandong (the border with North Korea), Yuanjiang and Anhua.

Have you ever?

25 Have you ever gotten back with an ex?

That would require you to have one in the first place, so no.

26 Have you ever been cheated on?

Yeah no.

27 Have you ever cheated on someone?

No.

28 Have you ever lost someone special to you?

Luckily, no.

29 Have you ever been so drunk you threw up?

I have yet to experience the feeling of being drunk and don't think it's something I'd like to try anytime soon based on other peoples' accounts of it.

30 Have you ever fallen out of love with someone?

Yes?

31 Have you ever met someone who changed you?

Define change in this context? People I've met have definitely made me a better person though.

32 Have you ever been in a situation where you found out who your real friends are?

*long sigh* unfortunately too many times.

33 Have you ever kissed someone you probably shouldn’t have?

The sarcasm is back; that would have to require actually kissing someone.*

*Random fun fact: when I first wrote this response it was worded terribly, I think something like "have to require having actually kissed someone" which makes absolutely no sense at all.

34 Have you ever found out people were talking about you behind your back?

Yep.

35 Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Not that I'm aware of. 36 Have you ever kissed a stranger?

See answer to question 33. 37 Have you ever had your own heart broken?

I don't know how to answer this one? No?? But, books, so yes?

38 Have you ever had sex on the first date?

Not an original answer but gee I'm underage and never been on a date! 39 Have you ever been arrested?

Gladly no, though this one time we did do something "suspicious" lol. 40 Have you ever been attracted to someone that isn’t the gender you usually find attractive?

Yes I think so. 41 Have you ever done something you regret?

Probably, though there isn't a specific instance that comes to mind. 42 Have you ever had a threesome?

No! 43 Have you ever embarrassed yourself in public?

Highly doubt I haven't though I don't remember anything in particular that was especially mortifying? 44 Have you ever misjudged someone?

Definitely, and I'm always very quick to correct myself afterward. I find it amusing when my judgment is extremely off though.

Your Beliefs and Opinions

45 Do you believe in God?

No thanks. 46 Do you believe in yourself?

Yes.

47 Do you believe in Santa Claus?

No but Santa is great.

48 Do you believe in ghosts?

Kind of? But not really. 49 Do you believe in aliens?

Eh, they could exist, doesn't really concern me? I don't think they're gonna take over the world but hey if they did it would probably be better than Trump being president? 50 Do you believe in miracles?

Yes, they're signs you're doing things right. 51 Do you believe in the power of positive thinking?

Absolutely. 52 Do you believe in love at first sight?

You'd think I wouldn't, but I do? Like I definitely think you have to get to know each other and all that but I think there is that sort of instant connection, but it's not always going to turn into love. 53 Can money make you happy?

It can. But it can also very easily make you extremely unhappy so there needs to be a balance. But if you're in a good place I don't see why an extra pay check is gonna ruin your life. 54 Would you describe yourself as a feminist?

To be honest I'm not a big fan of the word, particularly with the whole misconception of it being "women > men" etc; but I definitely support equality and would consider myself an equalist. (See this post; this is pretty much my viewpoint summed up.) 55 Are you pro-life or pro-choice?

100% pro choice. I don't think it should matter what your own opinion on abortion is; that's for you. But others should be allowed to do what they want with their body. 56 Do you have strong political beliefs?

Yeah I guess? I do try and keep myself educated about such things but I'm not like a political activist or anything. 57 Do you have strong religious beliefs?

No way. 58 What do you think the most important thing you can give a child is?

Freedom.

Right Now

59 Are you eating anything right now?

Nope! 60 Are you drinking anything right now?

Nah. 61 What are you listening to right now?

The satisfying (don't @ me) sound of a printer printing... but it just stopped. 62 What are you thinking about right now?

Feminism/equality, having a chat with friends about it. 63 What are you waiting for right now?

Waiting to go home; two minutes till work ends. 64 What are you most excited about right now?

My band is playing on a pretty big stage on Saturday so that's something! 65 What’s your pet hate right now?

Does this mean pet peeve? And nothing extremely specific right now except people with their stupid far right extremist views. 66 What’s your favourite thing right now?

Dunno. 67 If you weren’t answering these questions, what would you be doing right now?

Probably studying, whoops.

Firsts

68 Your first best friend:

Siân, love you girl.

69 Your first kiss:

Yeah nah, not happened yet. 70 Your first celebrity crush:

I have no clue, but probably Theo James? 71 Your first holiday:

China 2011 :) 72 Your first pet:

A beautiful grey chicken named Ash. 73 Your first regret:

Oh gosh this was awhile ago but way back in 2012 when the guy I liked moved away right after he *may* have found out I had feelings for him (not certain about this but hey I'll never know). 74 Your first job:

Basketball referee. 75: Your first childhood memory:

My first birthday party. I'm told I probably don't actually remember it and only know what I've been told of it and thanks to the photographic evidence though, which is probably true since I have like no memories before the age of eight.

Which would you choose?

76 Love or money?

Love, of course. I read YA.

77 Twitter or Facebook?

I use Facebook more because the lovely Twitter locked me out (much appreciated, not). But I prefer Twitter for sure. Facebook can be useful as band promo though so it's not all bad. 78 Hook up or relationship?

Relationship! Casual isn't really for me. 79 Dogs or cats?

Dogs. 80 Coffee or tea?

Don't like either, prefer hot chocolate but coffee. I actually have more tea but I don't like it very much. 81 Beer or wine?

People always laugh when I say this, but in my opinion beer tastes like slightly off sparkling water. Why would you enjoy drinking that? Red wine for sure. 82 Sweet or savoury?

Sweet :) 83 Introvert or extrovert?

Can I choose ambivert? Otherwise extrovert. 84 Vampires or werewolves?

This makes me instantly think of Twilight, so vampires of course. 85 Seaside or countryside?

Countryside, cmon. I don't like water much and I love country music. 86 Summer or winter?

Winter!! 87 Books or movies?

If you don't already know, I'm not a fan of movies at all and obviously books win. Books or tv shows though... That's a whole different story. 88 Horror or comedy?

Recently I admitted to some friends I've never watched an actual horror film and they were absolutely shocked. But yeah, comedy definitely.

A few random questions to finish on

89 Do you wish you could change your past?

Sometimes I do, but then I decide it's not that big of a deal because you know, the past is full of mistakes I've learnt from. The lessons are more important than erasing the mistakes.

90 What’s your dream job?

This is something I always get stuck on. Musician? Entrepreneur? Lawyer? Activist? Writer? Actress? 91 What’s your guilty pleasure?

$3 hot chips at your local dairy. OOPS.

92 What are you afraid of?

Disappointing people. 93 What was the first thing you wanted to be when you grew up?

No clue really but I think it was probably an actress!

94 If you could have any super power, what would it be?

I'd like to be able to fly, teleport, read minds, control time... You can tell I can't decide. 95 If you could change anything about your life what would it be?

I would like to live somewhere else, really, with a better education system... I shouldn't say that but still. You can't change your feelings *shrug*. 96 Would you want immortality?

I think it would be cool, especially if you had someone by your side. Immortality alone though... Not so keen. 97 If you could interview anyone alive or dead who would you choose?

I would absolutely love love love to interview Roger Federer. Why? Just because, it's Roger Federer so duhh. 98 Would you say you are happy?

Yes, I am grateful that I have a supportive family and live in a safe place. 99 What one piece of advice would you give to yourself at age eighteen?

Don't mess up your life! Kidding, but hey I'm not that age yet so I'll pass on this question. 100 Where would you like to be in five years’ time?

Ahh, five years... I'll probably be at uni, but ideally I'd like to be in the US whether it's to do with academic or music I care less. Well this has been an obnoxiously long post about myself but if you managed to read all of that kudos! Please tell me something most people don't know about you in the comments so I feel a little less self absorbed.