#bc we MUST remember why that is and always mention it or else we're not giving nuanced enough takes

[pinkysberg]

sometimes i see posts that insinuate ppl lack nuance where characters like arthur, john and dutch are concerned and i find myself wondering what corner of the fan space they exist in where that's the case.

[hannahmanderr]

ALSO ❤️✨👗🌸🎉🍰👄🌙😍 pitch pearl :)

it's important for me to clarify that this is only one of an infinite number of possibilities depending on the context lol. for this one, we're going with Fenton and Phantom stemming from the same Danny but becoming their own people once separated whooo

❤️- Who asked whom out?

Phantom definitely, but bc he's a mischievous little turd, he had to do it very sneakily so that Fenton wouldn't suspect it was a date right away and freak out

✨- Who plans the date?

Also Phantom, on account of it being a surprise date lol

👗- How long do they take getting ready?

Phantom spends literal hours getting ready - not in terms of appearance, of course (he's only got the jumpsuit, and that hair is a nightmare to try and wrangle), but getting ready mentally, on the other hand... Needless to say, there are quite a few parkgoers that day wondering why on earth Phantom is flying in actual circles around the same single tree, muttering self-affirmations to himself over and over again. Poor kid must really have some self-esteem issues.

Fenton, on the other hand, when Phantom shows up to take him, looks down at his sweatpants, throws on a hoodie, and says "Ready" (mostly bc he's just been woken up from having fallen asleep in the middle of his homework; he was up late last night helping Phantom catch Johnny 13)

🌸- Who brings gifts (flowers, wine, chocolates, etc.)

Phantom considered bringing a flower, but decided against it. He would've loved to bring a gift as a romantic gesture, but hey, sometimes you've gotta start small, and that's what he's gonna do with Fenton.

🎉- What was the date?

Phantom goes to get Fenton, only to find Fenton asleep on a pile of homework. He hates to wake him up, he remembers how bad it could be, back when they were one person, but this can't wait. It has to be tonight.

Fenton is more embarrassed about having fallen asleep on the homework (and the pile of drool left on his chem worksheet) than anything. Slightly annoyed that Phantom would wake him up, but he knows that if he's doing that, then it must be important.

Phantom takes Fenton out into the night sky. "Don't you remember what tonight is?" Phantom asks, almost surprised that Fenton hasn't mentioned anything about it yet.

"Out of Touch Thursday?" Fenton jokes. He has not caught on yet. (the joke makes Phantom smile)

He doesn't respond though, not until they're out just past the edge of town and so high up it's dizzying, or maybe Fenton's only feeling that way because holy crap did Phantom get... cologne? Or something? And why does it smell so good? Has he always smelled like this?

(the answer is that Phantom knows they both love the scent of pine trees, and while Fenton has a body spray that has a similar scent, Phantom wanted to get his own, special one, so he sweet talked a potion master in the Zone to make him one)

It's when Phantom stops dead in the middle of the sky that Fenton remembers what that night is, right as the first meteor begins to fall.

"You idiot," Fenton says, although Phantom can see the smile twitching at the corners of his lips, "we could've just gone up onto the Ops Center. Why make the trek out here?"

It's important to note that this whole time, Fenton has had his arms wrapped around Phantom's neck (very tightly, because as much as he trusts Phantom won't let him fall, the ground is very far away). Phantom has kind of tucked his tail under Fenton's legs to give him a bit of a cushion to sit on - not completely, of course, but enough so that Fenton isn't just dangling from him, but it at least leaves the hand not on Fenton's back free.

Phantom takes that free hand and, almost shaking from nerves, reaches up to his shoulder, where Fenton's hands meet. He puts his hand over Fenton's and says, "It wouldn't have been the same. I wanted - I needed it to just be us. Not us and the city, just us. Away from everyone and everything else."

Fenton can't decide whether he wants to stare up at the falling stars around them, lighting up the sky in a waterfall of silvery stardust, or if he wants to stare at Phantom, whose glow lights up his whole world and, despite his cold, fills him with a warmth he can't describe.

He knows what's going on now.

So he shifts his hand so his fingers wrap into Phantom's. The swooping in his stomach might be from the height, but it might also be from the fact that Oh my God is this idiot finally making his move? (it's not like he hasn't noticed the way his heart flutters every time he sees Phantom's smile, or the way how even in the midst of all the teasing, Phantom treats him like a treasure worth more than the stars in the sky falling all around them)

"It's always us," he tells Phantom quietly. "It'll never not be just us. The city and the ghosts and whoever... it's not like they understand."

And he doesn't say more, but Phantom just somehow knows what he's getting at. Knows that Fenton is talking about the bond they share, because although they split apart months ago and they're more their own person they ever were when they were one, their souls are still eternally twined with one another in a way that no one, ghost or human, can ever fathom.

🍰- Who picks up the cheque (if there is one)? Does the other person put up a fight?

No check for a meteor shower, but had there been one, Phantom would've insisted on picking it up, and Fenton would've fought him tooth and nail to at least allow them to split it.

That being said, Phantom isn't going to let the night go by without showing Fenton something for it, especially after those words.

So he carefully untangles his hand from Fenton's and holds it in front of them, above Fenton's lap. A spark of green flame dances in his palm, and Fenton watches, entranced, as Phantom concentrates - he's been practicing for this, he knows he can do it - and, in one fell swoop, encases it in a glittery ice.

The result is something that looks very similar to the falling stars around them, and Fenton's breath catches in his throat.

Phantom doesn't notice. He's too busy letting his words flow like they've been freed from their dam. "I just get so... so scared that something's going to change... something's going to happen, and we'll drift apart..."

He looks up at the meteors. "What if... we're meant to just keep separating? That we'll end up burning out like these meteors?"

He now looks at his shooting star of ice, still resting in the palm of his hand. "I... I can't lose you," he whispers. "I can't let it burn out. I don't know what I'd do..."

Fenton watches all of this, his heart pounding. It's been so long that he's been waiting to hear these sorts of words come from Phantom's mouth, and it hurts his heart in all the right ways to see Phantom so worried for their relationship, whatever sort of relationship that may be.

👄- Who initiates the first kiss? Does it go well?

Fenton, surprisingly enough, is the one to break that barrier. Overwhelmed with affection, without thinking twice about it, he leans forward and plants the softest, most tender kiss into Phantom's cheek.

"Like we'd ever let that happen," he says, and now, fully trusting that he won't fall, he moves one of his hands from around Phantom's neck and puts it just barely underneath the hand holding the frozen star, and now both of them are holding this impossibly singular moment in time.

Phantom doesn't know what to think. On one hand, he's still terrified of something happening that would make him lose Fenton, but on the other, he's tired of being scared. Fenton's kiss burns in his cheek, and he wants more. He doesn't want to hold back anymore. He wants to believe this singular moment in time can stretch into eternity, that nothing will ever come between them.

And so he chooses to believe that.

Without another word between them, somehow just knowing that this is what Fenton wants too, he captures Fenton in a real kiss.

And another.

And another.

And ano-

Each time, Fenton responds just as eagerly because God, he's been waiting and wanting this for so long, but he's just been so nervous to make the first move and now it's really happening and now they're tangled in yet another kiss as the sky falls around them and yes, they can believe that not even the universe itself will ever bring them apart.

🌙- At the end of the night, do they stay over?

It's not like they haven't already been sharing a room, basically, but that night it's different as Fenton curls up in his bed and for the first time, Phantom curls up right next to him.

Nothing much more than that happens, of course, they're both still awkward, nervous teenage boys, but they both lay there , just enjoying this new light to each other's company. Phantom savors the feeling of Fenton's warm body pressed up against him, and Fenton wants to memorize how safe and comfortable it feels to have Phantom's tail wrapped around him.

😍- Any random headcanons you may have

Phantom might have accidentally lost track of the frozen star sometime during one of many kisses, but not Fenton. He keeps it tucked away in the back of his sock drawer, where no one but him knows. Over the years, whenever he gets into a fight with Phantom, or whenever the two of them find themselves facing yet another threat to their relationship, he pulls it out when he's alone and sits there and holds it, remembering the promise they made to each other that night.

It just about always helps.

Maybe one day, he'll finally return it to Phantom, when he's ready to be brave enough to bring their relationship to the next level and really ask him to spend the rest of his afterlife with him.

[detshin]

tbh I'd still take a kid case over a normal filler case bc the normal filler cases are just SO boring. like back in the day there were even filler episodes in the anime which were more interesting than the manga cases nowadays. - - - but tbh kid cases also start to annoy by now bc of a) amouro. like wtf has a bo member/undercover agent to do w kid cases?? and b) HOW HAS NO ONE MENTIONED SONOKO'S UNCLR SO FAR? bc boyyyy I dislike him and it has become a pain in the ass to always have this old fart included in every damn kid case. like he's way too old to be that obsessed and be involved all the time. give me a break.

so overall, i prefer kid cases over the normal boring cases nowadays (since let's be honest even if it wasn't a kid case, we wouldn't have got an actual plot relevant case. we'd have just got a normal filler case again) but only if they are as good as the old kid cases again. I mean no honesty, remember all the old iconic kid cases? or even the cases that weren't really a kid case but he randomly appeared (like that amateur magician meeting or the gathering of all top detectives??) iconic.

but I guess kid cases could only become good again if the overall manga (cases) became good again - - which I don't see happening as long as gosho only does fanservice and follows what his label tells him. or perhaps it's also him just struggling coming up w anything good by now since having to come up w great cases for 26 years must be difficult, creativity wise. whatever it is, it sucks and he should rather finish it than ruining my fave manga/anime of all time.

(like they show the episodes up to 480 here on tv and I never get tired to rewatch them over and over again bc of how amazing they were. even the filler episodes!! the manga/anime nowadays can't relate... also bc of the anime's ugly style by now let's be honest)

I would prefer it if he actually decided to draw Magic Kaito cases and continue HIS story rather than having him appear in Conan him being... Not himself.

Because you have to admit. The Kid we see in Conan is not the Kaito we want to see. Kid in Conan is just this empty facade that gives us absolutely nothing. And I'm not talking about the dc plot like I was before. I'm not referring to the fact that Kid cases don't give us plot. I'm referring to how we don't even really get development for Kaito either as a character. Which makes sense! I mean, how can he develop as a character when he's not in his own manga/story/plot? It's impossible. Or it would suck if it happened. That's why I always say that I would rather put Conan in stand by for a month and get something juicy even if it's for MK, than have whatever the f it is we're getting. Because with this.. No one wins. Shinichi doesn't get anything because it's just a chapter meant for filler and fun and giggles (although the fun and giggles are not happening as much now... Because as you said, Kid cases are ALSO becoming boring, idc what anyone says. They are. They are boring. Just like the rest of fillers). Kaito doesn't get anything because his character keeps getting mixed up and confused with Kid, which is his main problem in fanon and why I find it difficult to enjoy fanon stuff with him (Kaito's personality is not Kid's peopleee), and every time his disguises, his heists, his personality get reduced to boring or repetitive things. And of course no one else gets anything either. No one.

So yeah. Imo, kid cases should go to the mk manga, let's get ittttt

[ramzawrites]

Hey, so I'm having a really rough time rn (dealing with bs from my friend group, we have to take my really old dog to the vet today bc we found blood in her pee and we're scared that she won't make it this time, I'm struggling with my mental health, I'm just kinda goin thru it rn ig) so I would love a comfort fic with the sbi maybe with the reader as their sibling where the reader is the one that always comforts the fam, but hides their emotions until (1/2, very sorry about splitting it)

(2/2) something happens that makes the reader have a full on breakdown? I'll leave the rest to you, it can be a good or bad ending, headcanons or one shots, anything. You can ignore this request if you want/if it makes you uncomfortable. Please don't feel pressured/guilt tripped to write anything from this, your mental health comes first and I'm sure you're already really busy. Reminder to eat something today if you haven't yet and get a drink of water <3

We are family - Reader and SBI!Brothers

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Wilbur, Technoblade, Tommy, (mentioned) Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request <3

Summary: Y/N came back from an errand and surprises their brothers with their weird behavior. Trying to put on their usual smile, trying to hide away their real emotions but their brothers know them better than they inititally suspected. They could immediately tell that something must have happened.

Words count: 2060

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope you and your dog are doing better! 💙 I wish I could give you more than words of encouragement and that I managed to get faster to this request, I apologize Please make sure to take care of yourself, alright? Take time for yourself to deal with the stress and anxiety! Make sure to stay hydrated and remember to eat! Even if it’s just something small!

Once again I apologize for the long wait, I felt really bad already and then I kinda put it off because I felt bad.

adhd hit hard again and haven’t checked for typos yet, but will get on it as soon as I can o7

On another note if you want to read another comfort fic; I have a small series called “A Painful Reminder” which is more angsty but the 2nd part is more about the comfort, if that is something for you 

Living in the SMP was chaotic, turbulent and at times downright painful.

Most people tended to gravitate to one cause or other people to deal with this. Holding on to something so they don’t get pulled under. Get buried beneath the chaos and the violence.

So having people like Y/N around was like a godsend. They were one of the few people that seemed to be able to withstand the constant waves of misfortune and stand strong. Be the rock to hold onto when everything got too overwhelming.

Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy loved their sibling for it.

After Wilbur and Tommy got exiled with Y/N out of L’Manberg, they were there and cheered both of their siblings up. Immediately making plans on how to set up a safe home and collecting ideas on how to get back. They were the one who managed to get a message out to Technoblade and asked him to visit them. Maybe help them.

Wilbur often jokingly said that Y/N was the glue that held the family together, to which they would always reply with the warmest of smiles “I’m glad.”

And what he said was true. Whenever the family fell on hard times and they began to drift apart it was Y/N who pulled all of them back. Pulling them back to reality and giving solutions for their problems if needed.

Sitting down with Wilbur when things got to much. Listening to his thoughts and worries, letting his emotion run freely without judgement. While they looked worried for him, their comforting smile never faltered. Offering him solutions to problems if he wanted it, otherwise they gave him the chance to just air his own thoughts out. To be angry with him. Sad with him.

Working with Tommy on his own projects. Listening to his ideas and giving him a different perspective that could improve some things but also respecting it when Tommy wanted to do this his way. And while he liked to brag and pretend that some things didn’t hit him that hard, they were still patiently listening to him as he spoke about his own pain in a more roundabout way. Telling him that he was not alone and making him feel heard.

Talking to Technoblade whenever the voices got too loud or out of hand again. He would just walk over to them and nudge them away, asking them to talk about something, no matter what. He just needed to hear their voice and be able to concentrate on it. Tune out the garbled voices in his head with a familiar sound that calmed him down no matter what. Leaning against them, slowly falling asleep as Y/N told all about how they were happily working on their own farm and what shenanigans they got up to.

Y/N really was like the warm sun on a cold day. Warming them up and protecting them.

Yes, Y/N was strong. So strong that even Technoblade considered them stronger than him. Maybe not physically but mentally and emotionally.

A clanging of metal rung through the cave. Techno was training with Wilbur while Tommy was just watching. Cheering on Techno.

It wasn’t an unusual situation and something Y/N expected to see as they made their way down the staircase. Wilbur in full iron armor and weapon while Techno just fought back with his own iron sword.

“Hey, Y/N! Welcome back!” Wilbur breathed out. Sweat running down the side of his face as he stopped attacking his brother.

The three men looked happily over to their sibling who slowly walked towards them but soon their expressions fell. Something was off about Y/N and it confused the three.

Their smile was as always plastered on their face but it looked strained. Their eyes wide open, trying to look sincere and loving but the glassy look of them gave off a different picture.

“Y/N? You okay?” Tommy asked as he stood up from the ground. Taking a step closer to them which made them in return stop in their tracks.

Y/N was hugging themself, shakily opening up their mouth to answer but nothing came out. It was then when Techno got very aware of how they were shaking in general.

This all seemed so wrong. This shouldn’t be possible. It just didn’t seem to register fully inside their minds.

Wilbur made sure to get rid off his sword and armor as fast as he could, walking over to his sibling, trying to get a better look at them but they just avoided his gaze.

Staring at the ground, slowly shaking their head “It’s- It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You aren’t. You really aren’t. What happened? Did they find you?” Techno asked, his voice full with worry. A bit of anger hidden as well.

Y/N had their own little farm in order to support Pogtopia. The potatoes from Techno were great but variety is important after all. Though they also had an abundance of wheat they usually tried to smuggle into Manberg for Niki. Trying to help her out as much as possible with her taxes and work.

This time Y/N nodded “They did… It’s fine though. I’m fine. I’m not hurt. It’s all good.”

Wilbur’s frown deepened “Usually when people have to be so adamant about being okay something isn’t alright.”

Tommy nodded, supporting his statement only to whisper to himself “Adamant? What does-“

But Wilbur continued “We are your family, talk to us.”

Y/N licked their chapped lips “I’m-“

The tears finally escaped their eyes and begun streaming down their face. Sobbing they fell down on the ground. Wilbur immediately followed suit, laying his arm around them and pulling them against his chest. His hand flew up to their head and begun going through their hair, trying to calm them down. Humming a soft tune from their childhood.

It was the first time in their lives they saw Y/N break down like that and it was quite frankly shocking.

Unsure what to do with himself Tommy squatted down “Um, uh, what- what happened?”

Techno was still gripping the iron sword in his hand. Pacing up and down. Manberg found them? What the hell did they do to make Y/N break down like that? His own sibling! Whatever it was he would make sure to pay it back a thousand times over.

“Tommy can you grab them some water?” Wilbur laid his chin on top of Y/N’s head, rubbing circles now on their back.

He didn’t even hesitate, jumping up to run towards one of the chests with food items that Y/N had always ready for them. Grabbing a water bottle and running back over. Happy that he could do something else besides staring.

Tommy then pushed the bottle towards Y/N who gratefully took it, putting some space between them and Wilbur as they drank some of the cold liquid which helped them to calm down.

“You ready to tell us what happened?” Techno stopped pacing around. His gaze purely trained on his crying sibling. Anger still rising in him just like the voices.

Screaming things like “Technosib! How dare they hurt them! Protect them! I love Y/N so much! Why would anyone hurt Y/N! They always help us! Let’s help them for a change! Technosib! Let’s go out and fight them! Yeah! Blood for the Blood God and Y/N!”

Y/N’s voice was still wavering and a bit scratchy from their sobbing as they begun speaking “Hey, hey! Techno don’t concentrate on the voices. Listen to me. It’s all good.”

This somehow made Techno angry. He threw the sword away and finally knelt down next to them as well so his face was on the same eye level as theirs “Stop. Please. Stop thinking about us for one second. Stop trying to not make us uncomfortable or worried! Tell us what happened! Please.”

He was basically begging at the last part. All his worry packed into it.

“Yeah, honestly you trying to make sure everything is okay for us makes us even more worried.” It surprised the others a bit that this came from Tommy but he was correct.

Tears fell down their face again “I- I was just delivering more wheat to Niki and someone must have followed me. They followed me back to my farm and- and- they burned my fields down. There were explosions. I- it was just my farm. I did not harm. Just, why does it always have to end like this. Why do all the good things always end like this. Why can’t this place let something be. There is always something.”

The farm was so important to Y/N. It was their little project they put so much sweat, love and work into. It was their home away from home. A place to retreat and enjoy some peace. This obviously was devastating. It was their one thing they had for themself. The one thing that wasn’t there for anyone else but them.

It was also clear that this seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back and it broke the three a bit that they only now seemed to notice this. That it took that long and their whole farm being destroyed for the realize this was heartbreaking.

“Who?” Techno urged but Y/N shook their head.

“I don’t know. Everything went so fast and I tried to save as much as I could but- but it’s all gone. It’s all gone.” Their voice jumped up an octave at the end, burying their face against Wilbur’s shoulder again. Silently sobbing.

It should have been impossible but Wilbur’s frown deepened and his expression turned more grim “Don’t worry. We will get back at them. We will get our revenge. They will see firsthand what they did to you, I promise.”

Shocked Y/N looked up, their red and puffy eyes wide open “Wil, that’s not what I- no revenge. There is already too much misery going around I just want this to stop. I just want all of us being able to live in peace.”

Wilbur should have known that Y/N was too good natured for that but he couldn’t help himself. He was just so angry. Angry at Schlatt and Manberg. That they went for him was one thing but to go out of their way to treat Y/N like this? Let’s just say he put it on the list in bold letters with reasonings on why he will get back at the Manberg faction.

“Listen Y/N.” Techno begun, his voice now calm again “Stop it. Just for once think about yourself. Stop thinking about others for once. You are also worthy of the same care you give us. Let us at least help rebuild your farm. You always help us with our projects, let us help you with yours.”

Tommy seemed to lit up at that “That sounds like a good idea! We could build towers around your new farm and make sure no one gets in! We could put down traps and all!”

He really wasn’t sure how to react but that was at least something he could do for them. As the past General’s right hand man, this should be something he can do. If he couldn’t protect his sibling how could he ever hope to get L’Manberg back.

Wilbur seemed to think about it for a bit but agreed “Yeah, how does that sound?” Though the dark glint in his eyes stayed. The cogs in head still running off with his own thoughts.

“You guys would? Since when can you guys build?” a dry laugh escaped them but it was a laugh nonetheless.

Both Tommy and Wilbur looked almost appalled at that claim while Techno just shrugged and nodded. Just looking around Pogtopia was more functioning than good looking after all. Y/N tried to pretty it up a bit but usually something always happened around here.

“Also Y/N, please talk to us more. Don’t bottle everything up. Please. We worry a lot about you and we love you. You always do so much for us, let us do the same.” Wilbur pushed Y/N a bit off of him and looked them deep into their eyes, hoping that this would really hammer in that this was a genuine plea.

As a respone Y/N wiped the tears off their face “I understand. I’ll try to remember that.”

“Don’t try just do it.”

[stargaze-issei]

— "𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞" (𝐛. 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; when your father, the head of the japanese mafia, was killed, your childhood friend swore to protect you till his death. now, you're the empress of the underground world, and he doesn't know what's harder, to keep you safe or manage to hide his feelings. what will he do when, for the first time, your life's at risk and he isn't anywhere near?

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; mafia!au, angst.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; swearing, mentions of blood, guns, murder, kidnap, yk... mafia stuff.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2.7k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; lemme know if u want a part two bc i felt like it was getting too long and i don't know if anyone will read it or like it 👉🏻👈🏻

"where the fuck are you?" bakugou's voice stroke over the phone, noticeably angry. he had told you several times to never go anywhere without him, which you mostly did, if it weren't for him being away a lot of times. nothing less was expected from your right hand, who handled every dirty job, and considering your line of work, it wasn't scarce. but you did had other bodyguards, just as trained as katsuki, willing to give their lifes for you, which was extremely better than having bakugou giving his life.

to his eyes, you were still the little girl from before. he saw you as a someone who needed protection. at first, you agreed. your father was murdered, someone managed to get through all his security and killed him, none of the guns he and his security team carried around could protect him, killing you would be like stealing a sweet from a baby. bakugou had always kept you safe, despite his agressive usual safe, he cared about you more than he cared for himself. so you stuck to his side, believing, hoping, he'd die for you. but that was a long time ago, now, you could defend yourself, and had raised a sense of loyalty in your people by your own. your father's empire was based in fear, yours? by admiration. you didn't see your people as working ants, but as important parts of a whole. still, anyone who was a threat to you, bakugou made sure to erase them forever.

"don't talk to me like that, i'm your boss" you could feel him losing his shit, a smile began to form in your face. even when everyone respected you, he was still the same.

"you can't boss anyone if you're fucking dead, you dumb shit" a laugh came out of your throat, he couldn't avoid smiling at the sound "wait, oh, okay, i know we're you are. stay there, i'll be in three" he hung up before you could reply.

you looked back, at one of your guards who was just putting away his phone. of course they told him. why couldn't you go get your own coffee? being in the office all day was tiring, to be five minutes outside was all you asked for. a few seconds after, they handed you your coffee, obviously, a guard had to try it first, in case that barista wanted to suddenly murder you. of course he didn't.

"who let her go outside without me knowing, huh?" a furious katsuki appeared through the door, making a scene in the place. you gave him a warning look. if there was something you hated, was that. everyone in the area knew who you were, but why make it any more obvious. those people were just living their usual lifes, and people tend to get nervous around you. "the car is waiting outside" he understood, but you knew he was going to scold you anyways.

you walked outside, smiling, and got into the car, followed by katsuki and one of his subordinates, the other one got in the front sit, next to the driver.

"save it, i'm n–"

"the fuck you are" he cut you "your safety is my responsibility, if i say you can't go out without me, then you fucking don't. specially not when there are people after your head" there was no denying he was right, but still, it upset you.

"there's always people after my head, bakugou".

two weeks ago, two men went into your office. they were in charge of some dealing territories, though small, important. most contraband had to pass those places, you controlled those police departments making everything easier to your truck drivers. they were beaten, cover in blood and barely standing.

"our men, all of them... they all..." only one of them could talk, the other being too shocked to even look at you. "kazuhito's men, it was them... they said we had to tell you, they're coming after you" you couldn't show any fear in front of your so called soldiers, and your template remained at ease. a shout was enough to get those men the help they needed, after holding their hands, you promised to go see them once they were checked by doctors. you called bakugou as soon as they left, he was the first who should know and help you decide what to do next.

the kazuhito family had always been rivals, enemies of the worst kind. everyone suspect they were behind your father's assassination, but with no proof, even you knew it would be the biggest mistake to charge against them, despite your personal desires.

"i already told the drivers they had to take rout b for a while, but we can't let them just keep what's our" you explained to katsuki once he arrived. "those drugs have to get in town by us, damnit". it was clear how frustrated you were, those assholes had mess with your and your father's hardwork.

"if we retaliate, a war will unchain. your father tried to avoid that for years"

"and see how he ended up" bakugou didn't know if it was the anger, or you talking. "we will lose everyone's respect if we don't do something, they killed dozens of our people, katsuki".

he was trying hard to stay objective in that situation, but it was near impossible. a war would put you in more danger than ever, your life was at stake, and bakugou wasn't sure if he was willing to risk it. growing up by your side, your father taking him in when his parents died, you were his only family. more than that, he loved you. the only reason he was able to do his job right, was the fear of losing you. your head was already valued in millions, how could he protect you in the middle of a conflict, that would end only with your death or the kazuhito's leader's death? your power was bigger than theirs by little, but they did something that reckless, which meant they thought they had out powered you. had they? or were they just bluffing? had they miscalculated?.

"we're taking action, wether you support me or not" you looked into each other's eyes, you knew him enough to understand his fear, just not the reason behind it. your voice softened "but i'd much rather do it with you by my side".

"you're the boss" he spoke, already regretting it "i'll schedule a meeting so the high charges let everyone else know, i'm staying at your place so we can trace a plan".

and there you were now, being reprimanded by bakugou. he was extremely tired, he decided to stay with you until things were calmer, which could be several months from then. getting up at six a.m, going to sleep past midnight, being always looking for possible threats, it had given him bags under his eyes.

"i'm sorry" you said once you were alone with him, it was only then that you could let your guard down "i'm making this harder for you".

"yeah, you are. but it's my job, after all" that came out wrong, he thought. it wasn't his job, it was his fucking life purpose. he wanted you to live a long, happy life, as hard as it seemed.

"i guess it is" deep down, his response disappointed you.

"hey, look at me" out of nowhere, his body was insanely close to yours, you felt his breath in your face as he lifted your chin with his finger "there's nothing i wouldn't do for you, got that, dumbass?"

for a brief moment, the taste of his lips was all you could think about. i bet they're soft. but as fast as it started, it was over, katsuki pulled away harshly, inventing an excuse to leave. he had flown too close to the sun, so close that it burned his skin.

a few more people went to see you that day, asking for diverse permissions, advice and stuff like that. since it had been slow, compared to other times, you decided to home early. a call to your team, and the car was already outside. bakugou left instructions for your departure, because he had things to do somewhere else, much to his displeasure. you were accompanied by your escorts to the doors of the building, that seemed like a normal office compound. there were waiting two other guards, making a total of six people protecting you. way to go, bakugou.

"how's your wife, ryota?" you asked the driver. of course, not everyone fitted in the same car, so you got into the second one, middle seat, between a built up woman and a big man. you tried to remember everyone's name, but it was difficult.

"she's good, ma'am, sends her regards" he smiled at you over the mirror.

"and the baby? he must be a month old, right?" at the memory of his child, his face lightened "you should take some days off, i bet your wife and son miss you"

"i have a duty with you, m–" a loud impact interrupted him, the front glass had exploded. the car had an abrupt movement back and forward, all you could see was blood, everywhere.

the woman next to you took her gun out, in order to protect you , you thought, completely wrong. before everyone could react to her act, she shot the guard in front of you.  you looked at your side, searching for someone alive, the same bullet that had killed ryota was in the guard's at your right forehead. besides you , the only other person was that woman. if she hadn't glasses on, that stare could've seen throughout your soul. then you remembered, katsuki made you bare with a knife under your sleeve. with a weird move, you felt its sharpness against your skin, it was there, but she read you like a book. before you could even pull it out, another shot stroke followed by a intense pain in you thight. the bitch had shot you. you blamed it on the adrenaline, because nothing hurt. what happened after was a couple of blurry images in your memory.

bakugou had called you more than a hundred times, you, the drivers, the guards, everyone in his fucking team, but no one knew anything. the cameras at your house never showed you arriving, your phone's location was off. he was out of his head, if he didn't hear from you in the next five minutes, someone's going to die. he rushed into his car, following your rout at a dangerous speed. 

both cars were full of bullet holes, and every guard he had hired was dead. there wasn't a place without blood. tears of pure rage came to his eyes, fuck, it was his fault. he started to look for you, but the whole world was spinning around him. where were you? where was your body? were you alive?, this couldn't be happening. he had left you unprotected, alone, and now you could be dead, because of his uselessness. his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"sir, we– we have– the kazuhito's are here" he left as fast as he came. they had touch you, they had taken you away from him, and he wasn't going to let them get away with it, even if he had to go against a whole army, whoever was behind it all was going to pay.

a man in a suit was sitting in the chair of your office, smoking a cigarette, as calm as a rock. katsuki was so close to rip his head of right there, that somebody had to hold him down. his own people updated him, saying that he had gone into the building alone, with no weapons of any kind, not even a cellphone.

"where the fuck is she?" he crashed his hand against the desk.

"ah, mr. bakugou, please take a se–"

"tell me where she is right now if you want to keep your head, fucking bastard" his hand had wondered to the tip of the gun in his belt, menacing to blow up at any second.

"you won't do that, mr., if i don't return to my people in one hour, she'll be so fucked up that not even you will recognize her" a laugh surge grom bakugou, a dark, cold laugh.

"i don't have to kill you, then" one of the man's hand rested in the desk, like asking for katsuki to rip it off his body. as you did, he also carried knifes under his shirt. in less than a second, one of them was buried into the man's hand. he screamed, both in shock and pain, giving your bodyguard a hatred look. "what do you want, shitface?"

"i-it's quite simple, actually" his face was white as paper, and even though he wanted to talk normally, his voice shivered "we want you to take over the y/l/n's business, under our command of course" he let out a sigh, trying to keep his composure and ignoring his bleeding hand "if you– if you agree, she will have to leave japan and never..."

bakugou won't agree to that. not now and not ever. to give away what you and your father built from scratch, and spent decades keeping safe, was like killing your child, and your father's memory. to send you away, alone, where he most likely won't see you again in years, was also off the table. it wasn't funny anymore. he started walking around the man's chair, picking up his sleeves. he checked the clock in the office, he had forty-five minutes with the man, meaning, forty-five minutes to make him talk. he ressourced to every fast interrogation method he knew. the people outside the door weren't surprised when they heard the man's screams, even wondering what had taken so long for the boss to start acting. katsuki was never a patient man. his senses were blocked, he couldn't hear anything but screams and begging, all his eyes could see was pain through all the man's body, his hands felt nothing but warm blood. but for the first time in a while, he wasn't enjoying it. he was doing it out of need, the need to save you. every minute that went by, was a minute were your life risked. he never felt so close to losing his sanity.

"outside the city! she's in one of our safe houses outside the city! i don't know which, please stop!" ten minutes before the timeline he finally gave up. your intelligence had all their safe houses, storages, garages, every location needed. not a second passed when one of yours men delivered a map with all the points marked. there were five in total.

"throw him outside in ten minutes" he shouted, walking to the armory "two teams, six people each, my fucking people, hear me? now, dammit! we're leaving in a minute, if i have to go by my fucking self, i'll do it"

when he was armed to the teeth, almost a dozen of people followed him outside. they were his most trusted men and women, being trained together, he knew they were as skilled as him, and they were all willing to put their life's at stake for you, their boss. in the car, bakugou barked the instructions. he had narrowed it down to two possible locations with all the information he had. if they had to kill every person in those places, then be it. he's going to get you back.

[horce-divorce]

if anyone wants to know why I'm being melodramatic, here's my big TMI personal post about the in the last year in which I:

- went through not one but two catastrophic breakups that lost me two of my oldest and dearest friends, one of whom is from my hometown, the other one who lied to me for four years.

- because my ex refused to talk about breaking up as a possibility, the breakup meant I lost my home, 99% of my things and all four of my pets. I haven't seen my cats or my dog since June and even then it was on an occasional basis. I haven't lived with my cats since January, almost 11 months. My ex has only agreed to give me back one of my three cats. My cats have been my ESAs my whole life. This is the longest I've ever been without them.

- because my ex kicked me out I had to emergency-move in with my best friend, a parent of four kids in a three-bedroom house. clearly me being there became an ethical concern due to how much less space & resources the kids had w me there.

- my symptoms were also worsening and it was triggering to my friend. so not only could she not be there for me at the times when I need it most, it was just. making it worse for everyone for me to be there.

- I had to leave the state to move back in with my parents in my hometown. I did not want to have to move during a pandemic, I am immunocompromised and HAD. A whole team of doctors helping me already. I lost all of that. Also. I am gonna be 29 this year so you know I love being at mom's. /s They have their own cats, so I couldn't bring mine. Which means now I never even get to see them. My ex does not text me pictures. We don't talk.

- the only friend I had who still lives in my hometown? remember that ex I mentioned in point 1? Yeah ... I tried to stay friends w him bc I knew he'd be the only one here. He's pissed at me for not being over how he uprooted my life (he was a catalyst for the other breakup, to say the least). Every time I try to 'reach out' to him, mr. I Wanna Be An Addiction Counselor When I Grow Up, mr. I Saw A Random Man Crying Outside So I Talked Him Down from Suicide, the first thing he ALWAYS DOES is insult my fucking mental health & my disabilities. I told him I'm suicidal and that we needed boundaries if we're gonna hang and he's ignored me ever since. (A random dude on the street is good enough to help, but not hIs FiRsT LoVe UgH. dude must have been hot.)

- one of the friends I would have had left in my hometown died this spring.

- as soon as I got here another death rocked our erstwhile friend group. It also impacted me but not as much as it hit them... It just means it's even less likely that I'll see the few who are left.

- the friend whose house I moved out of was already my only other option besides here. I have no where else to go. I cannot live on my own bc I'm disabled. If they can manage to buy a house big enough for all of us they want me to come back. But that's a long process that may not come to fruition for years. My parents agreed to give me, tentatively, one year in their home, mainly because of the pandemic.

- I have been trying desperately to prove to myself that I can work enough to buy a van at least. Because then I can "move out" of my parents and stay in people's driveways and campsites and stuff. It's not ideal, esp w my condition, but its the best chance Ive got.

- except I can't prove that to myself AT ALL. What I've learned by giving myself a consistent schedule is that a) the neuro who told me to quit my job to prevent carpal tunnel may have been giving me the best available medical advice. b) I can work for 2.5-3 hours per day for a maximum of 4 days per week before I flare so bad I can't work at all the next week

- which means I have exactly enough energy to make exactly the amount of weed I need to get me thru one week of work to buy one weeks worth of weed. one week of work = one week of weed. I can't work without the weed. And that's all I can manage. 3 months and I haven't saved any money. We're growing weed so maybe I won't have to buy so much, but then someday I'll have to choose between my meds and my pets, cause I can't take the meds with me back to Wisconsin and the only way I can have my cat(s) back is to find more space.

Now is the most important time for us to stick together and shit and. Idk. I lost my pets, my #1 motivator for staying alive. I lost my apocalypse buddy. My friends and I have only become more distant. I know what I want and need to do but Literally None of it is within my reach.

I'm trying so hard to just keep myself distracted all day but it's not fucking working bc I'm stuck inside w just my parents all day and I have the same , 3 fucking things to do all day and they all hurt me and make my symptoms worse so ultimately none of my "hobbies" or "accomplishments" have really added to my quality of life

Even at my lowest, before, I still had my cat. Pantoufle was with me even when we lost everything else, and the few months I couldn't be with him, at least I thought I had somewhere to go after that. I don't anymore. I don't have any of that. I don't have anyone I can even call when I'm like this because everyone is so fucking sick of.me that I'm just triggering to them like ??????? Idfk what I'm supposed to do w this information but I haven't been moving forward. not for over a year. and no one has the time to pencil in giving a fuck.