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bucketbueckers · 6 months ago

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LAYUPS & LAYOVERS

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

wc: 2.9k

content warnings: language, fluff, author is southern and doesn't understand how snow or marketing works, plot where there doesn’t need to be plot

synopsis: It’s Christmas Eve and you’re in Connecticut, exhausted and just trying to get to Minnesota for a work conference. You could cry when it’s announced that all flights are being halted due to the incoming blizzard. Irritated, tired, and overworked, you pray for a miracle, although it takes an unnatural shape in the form of a six foot blonde athlete who’s just trying to make it home, too. Late night airport conversations lead to something more.

notes: merry christmas eve from my delusions to yours! the last chapter of irp was super heavy so here's my apology and christmas gift (do i drop another one tmr...i really dont wanna write chapter 8 😩). i hope you all enjoy this short n sweet lil ramble i threw together and happy holidays 🫶

This can not be your life right now.

It’s actually kind of impressive how all of the stars aligned on this one particular night to fuck you over. You’re not a terrible person. You hold the doors for everyone, give up your seat on the bus for sweet old ladies, and you always allocate a portion of your paychecks to donate to Wikipedia. By all accounts, you should be overwhelmed with good karma, although it seems your luck has depleted on this night and this night alone.

It all started on the 20th when you flew out to Connecticut. You work a cushy job as a marketing consultant for the WNBA, which means you spend a lot of time in the air and across the country trying to unfuck – sorry, trying to optimize and rejuvenate – the state of the league and its teams. It’s a task easier said than done. Nobody seems to want to listen to you until they realize that your master’s degrees in marketing and business analytics actually mean something and aren’t just really expensive pieces of paper that you hang in your office. You spend a couple of days in Uncasville talking strategies to boost ticket sales and to gain more traction; they’re the only professional team the state has – it should not be hard to get people to show up if you can market it right, but here you are.

Connecticut is nearly a bust. It’s cold and you spend two full days in meetings getting talked over by men who think they understand numbers and branding. Then, on the third day, the front office suddenly realizes what you’ve been talking about (this shit was covered in your sophomore year intro to marketing class, but hey, the less people know, the more you get paid, so who’s really complaining?) and the trajectory of your trip makes a sudden turnaround. On the 23rd and early on the 24th, you help the Sun roll out the new optimizations, and what do you know? Ticket sales surge by 17%, including some season tickets, all is well in the world and it’s a goddamn Christmas miracle.

Then, all is suddenly not well and you remember that Christmas miracles are for people not surrounded by idiots. Your boss emails you just before you leave for the airport: The Lynx need your help. I’ve sent you tickets for the first flight out of Connecticut. Meet with them on the 26th. Said “flight” departs from Connecticut at 8:30pm on Christmas Eve, which means you’re not even in Minnesota until 12am if you’re lucky, which means you have to figure out hotel arrangements so you can take a nap because you’ve barely slept in five days, which means you have to figure out how to be nice to people again because the Sun front office has you pissed all the way the fuck off.

So, you’re tired, overworked, extremely irritated, and hungry, although that last problem is solved by airport Subway. You just hope that doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass, either – you firmly believed that you were better off betting all of your money on black rather than taking the chance on airport food, but you didn’t have much of a choice and your stomach was growling. You eat, settling in a chair at your gate, and patiently await for your plane to arrive.

Then, the overhead PA clicks on with some static noise, announcing, “Flight 932 to Minneapolis and all other flights exiting Hartford will be delayed due to inclement weather. I repeat–”

The blood rushes to your head. Your eye twitches. There’s a crying baby somewhere in the airport and you can’t take it anymore. Honestly, what’s stopping you? Flying a plane cannot be that difficult. You’re pretty persuasive. You can tell TSA you’re just young for a pilot and you’re not wearing a pilot’s uniform because it’s Christmas Eve and what are you, the feds? All you’re really asking for at this point is a nap but there’s no way in hell you’re making it to a hotel in these conditions and the chances of you sleeping in an airport with all of your belongings out for someone to grab are even lower.

A commotion towards the check in counter commands your attention. You turn, dreading the eventual crash out of an airport Karen, but it’s better than the crying baby who still hasn’t shut the fuck up.

“Please, there’s gotta be something else you can do,” a tall, broad-shouldered blonde is begging, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail. “It’s Christmas Eve, I have to get home.”

The lady at the check in counter sounds sympathetic when she responds. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but our hands are tied. We can’t send our planes out in this weather, but if it eases up, the next flight out should have you arriving in Minneapolis by tomorrow afternoon.”

You hear the blonde groan, her tone sounding something like, I can’t fucking believe this is my life, which is a sentiment you whole-heartedly agree with. “Can you please lemme know if there’s anything earlier?” she pleads. “Like, if by the grace of God this weather clears and we can leave sooner.”

“Of course, ma’am. All updates will be announced.”

The response is almost robotical, but you can tell the receptionist is trying her best, too, and the last place she wants to be is hanging out at the airport on Christmas Eve. The blonde sighs, thanking her, and from the corner of your eye, you watch her hike her bag up over her shoulder and she moves to sit directly in front of you. That’s when you truly get a good look at her, at the dejected blue of her eyes, the chisel of her jaw, the logo on her hoodie. Paige Bueckers is no stranger to you. You grew up watching ball, so obviously you’re familiar with her game – any self-respecting basketball fan is. But by virtue of your job, Paige Bueckers is a name that makes your marketing heart beat just a little faster. Ever since Dallas won the lottery, you’ve been all over their marketing team. Paige’s entire existence and the chance she gets drafted to Dallas is the sole reason the Wings’ tickets are flying off the shelves. She’s the most marketable college athlete there is right now, one of the top rookie prospects for the league, but one look at her face in person and you’re forgetting all about your job. Her jaw is tight with a simmering anger, and honestly, you feel terrible for her – she already spends so much time away from her family and here she is trying to get out of Bumfuck, Connecticut, so she can be home in time for Christmas.

You find a little bit of bravery when you raise your voice slightly to ask her, “No luck?”

She looks up, glancing at you and taking in your features, and laughing slightly when she realizes you’re genuinely just trying to make conversation and not trying to get a soundbite out of her. “You heard that?” she asks sheepishly, sinking a little in her seat to get comfortable. You pretend to not notice her manspread.

“Well,” you begin, glancing over at the receptionist. “The desk is like, ten feet away.” She laughs again and nods, murmuring touche under her breath. “932 Minneapolis?” you ask, referring to your flight.

Paige nods again, quirking a smile. “You stalking me or sum’?”

You shrug your shoulders, a coy smile on your face. “Just observant,” you quip.

Paige grins fully. “What about you?” she asks. “You work for the league?”

At that, you can’t help your surprise, raising a brow. “How’d you know that?”

“Just observant,” she throws your words back at you. You laugh. “Kidding. I see your ID pokin’ out of your bag. You from here, or they got you workin’ on the holidays?”

“Work,” you respond. Paige whistles lowly. “I’m a marketing consultant. Been up here for a few days working with the Sun, then I’m heading to Minnesota to fix the Lynx’s bullshit.” You blink, registering your words, blushing as Paige laughs. “You did not hear that. I’m usually nicer to my employers.”

“They got you workin’ and flyin’ out on Christmas Eve,” Paige points out. “You should be meaner.”

You incline your head in a nod, huffing. “All of this for office potlucks and dental coverage,” you joke. “Don’t quit basketball.” Paige grins again and you’re suddenly reminded of your manners. “Sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself.” You do as such, only mildly surprised when she stands to shake your hand and introduces herself, too, which is honestly kind of endearing. Then, she plops into the empty seat next to yours, smiling widely.

“So, marketing consultant,” she says, her tone nonchalant as she gets comfortable next to you, extending her long legs across her suitcase. “How often will I get to see you?”

You glance at her, raising a wry eyebrow. “Are you flirting with me?” you ask.

Paige shrugs a shoulder, smirking. “A little. Is it working?”

“Maybe a little,” you admit. You can see the pride that shines in her eyes. You roll your eyes in amusement, still in slight disbelief, but you redirect back to her question. “Honestly, probably a lot. The league is super messy from a business perspective and their actual marketing sphere isn’t that great, either. As soon as you get drafted I’ll probably have to fly down to whichever poverty team you land at and teach them how to market you.”

“Yeah?” she asks, and despite the tease in her tone, she does seem interested. “How would you market me?”

“How much time do you have?”

“Well…” Paige glances down to her watch, then out the windows where snow falls in heavy sheets. “Looks like a lot.”

You snicker. “Alright. Bear with me, okay?” Paige nods in earnest, her attention fully on you as you begin to ramble. Truthfully, you did like your job when you were able to do it. The issue is and always will be the idiots you have to work with who overlook your credentials. “So, I’m not thinking about your personal brand at all. Like, that one’s already incredible. Your PR team did their big one with you. But the issue with athletes like you, wide-eyed and fresh out of college with an insane resume of endorsements, followers, deals, whatever – the issue is that whatever team you get drafted to is gonna want to rebuild their entire image around you. Think Clark, Brink, Reese, Jackson, Cardoso. It’s textbook – you advertise the person who’s gonna get you the most clicks, the most sales. So, how can we use that to actually grow the game, the league? I’m talking about longevity. There’s so many people tuning in for you that don’t know shit about basketball, and honestly, they’re gonna be scared to ask questions.

“So we push something corny. Social media segments with a catchy name like Ball With Bueckers or some shit where you break down basketball plays, rules, the stuff you’re gonna see and hear when you watch a game. What’s a pick and roll? A screen? Why is she getting fouled for blocking that shot, isn’t that what she’s supposed to do? Education, interest, loyalty, and competition sells. Stories sell, too, which is why the league is still trying to push the Clark/Reese rivalry. That’s old news, though. A more compelling story would have been the Fever/Sun rivalry, especially after the Sun beat the Fever and the Fever hired their coach. Or Fever/Wings, for reasons I’m not gonna ruin your night with.” Paige laughs at that, and you smile, clearing your throat and trying to find your train of thought. “So, when I’m undoubtedly called in to fix your team’s mess, that’s what I’d be suggesting. People already love you. Using that connection to get them to love ball, too, is my goal.”

“You’re really passionate about this,” Paige comments, her lips quirking into a slight smile. You can’t help but preen a little, flushing. “Like, about basketball. You really care about the sport. Feels like that’s harder to find lately.”

“Well, I was too short to play it, so gotta settle for something, right?” you joke.

Paige looks you up and down. You’re wearing sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt from college, but her gaze is shameless, appreciative despite your casual airport wear. She chuckles, a disbelieving noise building in the back of her throat. “Nah. You’re what, 6’5?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Try a foot less. But I appreciate you for believing in me.”

Paige smiles, nudging you a little. “I was serious, though. You’re super passionate. I like that.”

“Still flirting?”

“S’not everyday you get snowed in at the airport with a pretty girl,” Paige says, her gaze warm, and you can’t help but blush again. “Gotta shoot my shot, you know?” She mimes throwing a ball, her wrist bent, and you shake your head fondly. Admittedly, she did have you – hook, line, and sinker. You enjoyed the conversation, her company. There were certainly worse people to be stuck with, but you’re glad it was with her.

You shrug your shoulders. “Shoot away,” you say. Her subsequent grin is wide and you find yourself drawn in just a little further.

She asks you virtually everything under the sun – where you grew up, where you went to college, the team you were rooting for, and you answer. You tell her you’re an Atlanta native, born and raised, although you moved up north to study at Columbia. You were 8 when the Dream was founded and that was your team, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. At 10, you watched them win the eastern conference finals on your birthday and that was easily the moment your life changed. Basketball was your future and that much was certain. She asks how you landed the league job (connections, a thick resume, and lots of persuading), how you adjusted to the constant traveling (lots of caffeine and really good concealer), and the hard-hitting question of, are you satisfied?

For that, you really had no answer. Sure, you’re always busy, and that’s better than the alternative of sitting in your office and watching the seconds tick by. You’re good at what you do and your job makes a positive impact on the league. Your colleagues will be who they are; your work speaks for itself and that’s what you pride yourself on. But there’s always going to be a small part of you that yearns for something more, like someone else to share your life with. Someone who sits, and listens, and engages with you; someone who loves basketball just as much as you do (even if it’s a different type of love), someone who’s steady and spontaneous and adaptable.

Then Paige is smiling at you, her gaze warm and soft despite the below freezing temperatures outside; she’s listening, and engaging, steady, spontaneous, adaptable, and probably the only person in the world whose love for basketball could rival your own. You’ve known Paige for all of three hours and it’s nearing midnight in an airport in Connecticut, but it’s Christmas Eve and she feels so right. You would really like to see where this goes, and judging by the way her fingertips brush your knuckles, you think she might like to see that, too.

The two of you talk all through the night, waiting for the weather to ease up. The conversation never slows and you’re certain you’ve never smiled or laughed this much in a long time. It takes you twelve hours of delirious conversation to realize that your luck never depleted. Paige was your overwhelming karma, sent by some sort of Christmas miracle to answer all of the wishes you’d kept to yourself for years. The stars aligned not to fuck you over, but to trap you in an airport with Paige Bueckers, and you find that she’s possibly the best Christmas gift you could have ever gotten.

When the weather finally clears and your plane arrives, you find that your seats are right next to each other – and, well, fate works in funny ways, doesn’t it? You’re both exhausted, but when she pushes the armrest up and wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into your side, you can’t help your relieved sigh, leaning into her chest. You and Paige sleep through the entire flight. You dream of soft blue eyes, the lingering scent of her cologne, the promise of how this could last.

You land in Minneapolis and you eventually have to go your separate ways. The two of you exchange numbers, saying your goodbyes, although Paige doesn’t let you get anymore than three feet away from her before she’s catching you by the wrist and pulling you into her. Her hands are cold against your cheeks as she kisses you gently, something deep and lingering and a confirmation that tastes like ‘you and I aren’t done here.’ The falling snow lands gently on your cheeks, melting under the heat of your blush, and you can’t help your smile, interrupting your kiss as the both of you dissolve into laughter. Paige kisses you again, something softer that leaves you feeling warm all over despite the chill, and you thank your Christmas miracle for leading you here.

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #paige x reader #uconn wbb #ncaa wbb

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degrees-of-seracchii · 7 months ago

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Once again back from bothering Puri, which means...

More questions and answers about Sydney

I am a menace that needs to be stopped

Reformatted for ease of read under the cut!

1. Does Sydney get paid for their work as the assistant for the librarian?

>Yes

2. What does Sydney usually spend their monthly allowance from the Temple on?

> Savings.

3. What is Sydney's favorite dessert?

> Apple crumble.

4. You said they would prefer goat milk over cow milk, would they prefer cheese made out of goat milk too?

> Yes.

5. Does Sydney eat their favorite food on the first bite or save it for last?

> First.

6. Would they be willing to share their favorite food with the PC?

> Yes.

7. Would Sydney let the PC do their skincare routine for them?

> Yes.

8. Sydney enjoys writing on the PC, but do they enjoy being written on?

> If it's from the player, yes.

9. Do they use corny emojis while texting?

> Yes.

10. Is Sydney scared of bugs?

> No.

11. Are they the type to squash the bug or scream on the top of their lungs or just capture and release it outside?

> Release.

12. Would they be a doting parent?

> Very.

13. How many kids does Sydney want?

> Dangerous question. Do not let Sydney be the one to decide that.

14. How many grandkids does Sirris want?

> See above.

15. Is corrupt Sydney's reputation at school any better than their pure counterpart?

> Slightly.

16. Would female corrupt Sydney wear short or the default length skirts to school? Or do they find that too risky without any underwear on?

> Default length, too risky.

17. Vrel once said that corrupt Sydney doesn't find Kylar as much of a threat. For the lack of a better phrasing, does Sydney think they are better than Kylar?

> Yes.

18. Does Sydney prefer choking or being choked?

> Being choked.

19. If Sydney were to come across one of PC's lewd magazines, would they buy it?

> Corrupt Sydney would.

20. You said that Sydney would take a long time to move on if the PC disappeared without a word. In a case where they did return after Sydney has moved on, would they be willing to re-enter a relationship with the PC?

> Yes.

#dol #dol sydney #degrees of lewdity #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #dol qna

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snowysosturn · 4 months ago

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Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 22

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: Angst, tension, feeling of betrayal, mentions of loss of appetite, arguments, this ones a looooooong one

The sun is beginning its slow descent by the time I finally drag myself out of bed. My body feels heavy, like I’ve been carrying the weight of the world in my chest. I need something, anything, to ground me, and right now, a cup of tea sounds like the only thing that might help.

That’s the plan. Go to the kitchen, make it, and come straight back up to my room. I’ll sit on my balcony and watch the last bits of sunlight disappear while I think about what to do next.

But my main goal: avoid Matt.

I slip out of my room, moving as quietly as possible. The last thing I want is to draw attention to myself. The house is silent apart from the distant murmur of voices outside on the patio. I catch a glimpse through the window, figures sitting around, but I can’t make out exactly who. Not that it matters. I’m not stopping to find out.

The only sound that gives away my presence is the low whirl of the kettle. I stand there, staring at it as it heats up, feeling every second drag out like an eternity. I grab a mug and put the tea bag in it so as soon as it clicks off, I can pour the water and milk, moving quickly but carefully. Just get in, get out.

Successfully, I make my tea.

Mission accomplished.

Now, I just need to make it back upstairs.

But just as I start up the steps, the sound of the patio door sliding open sends a jolt of panic through me.

Shit.

I don’t even turn to see who it is, I just pick up my pace, practically going up the steps two at a time.

I reach the top of the stairs and turn the corner, then..

BAM.

I nearly spill my tea everywhere as I slam into someone, my breath catching in my throat. I look up, and my stomach drops.

Matt.

For a split second, time slows. His eyes lock onto mine, searching, but I don’t give him the chance. Like I’m on autopilot, my feet keep moving, my mouth stays shut, and I walk right past him without a single word.

I don’t stop. I don’t hesitate. I reach my room, step inside, and lock the door behind me.

I let out a shaky breath, gripping my mug a little tighter. I try my best to shake it off. It was just a few seconds. Just an unfortunate encounter in a house that now feels way too small.

I know I’m going to have to face him sooner or later. There’s no avoiding it forever. But I’m not ready right now, not for a one on one, not for the inevitable conversation.

So, instead of dwelling on it, I step onto the balcony. The sun is slowly dropping lower, so I sit here and try an appreciate the sky, and for the first time all day, I feel like I can breathe..

Until there's a knock at my door.

I freeze.

No. No, no, no. If this is Matt, I swear to god.

But then I hear a familiar voice from the other side of the door.

“Y/n? It’s me.”

Nick.

Relief washes over me so quickly it almost knocks me over. I exhale, setting my tea down on the small table before walking back inside. I hesitate for just a second before unlocking the door.

Nick steps into the room, his expression soft but searching mine. "How you doing?"

I shrug lightly, forcing a small smile. "I'm okay.. I just made a cup of tea. Was gonna sit out on the balcony while the sun sets."

Nick nods, his eyes flicking toward the open balcony doors. "Mind if I sit with you?"

"Of course not" I say, stepping aside so he can follow me out.

We settle into the chairs. The silence between us is comforting, a huge difference to the chaos of the past twenty four hours.

After a minute, Nick clears his throat. "I ran into Matt coming up the stairs."

My body stiffens, fingers tightening around my mug. "Oh."

“I just asked if he had spoken to you yet, and he said no."

I huff out a breath, looking back toward the view. I take a slow sip of my tea before turning back to Nick. "So, what's your plan for the night?"

He leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. "I'm gonna go meet that guy."

I raise an eyebrow. "That guy? You’ve been talking about him for days, and I still don’t even know his name."

Nick hesitates, his expression shifting slightly. He looks at me like he's bracing for something.

I narrow my eyes. "Nick.. what?"

He winces, rubbing the back of his neck. "His name is.. George."

For a second, we just stare at each other. Then, at the exact same moment, we both burst out laughing.

"George?!" I manage between laughs.

"I know! I know!" Nick groans, covering his face. "I was hoping you wouldn’t ask."

"I'm sorry, but that’s just- " I laugh harder, shaking my head.

Nick grins, finally giving in. "I know I never pictured myself with a George but I swear, the way he is makes up for it though!"

"I'm sure it does.." I say, still giggling. "It's just.. George."

We end our fit of laughter and I don’t bother asking what everyone else’s plans are, especially after overhearing Chris earlier. My guess is he’s going to meet Rachel. Whether Matt tags along to meet Christina too is a different story. I don’t want to know. All I know is that I’m not moving from this room.

Nick doesn’t press the conversation any further, and I appreciate that. Instead, we sit there, laughter lingering in the air between us. I'm glad Nick came into me because suddenly I feel a little bit lighter.

Eventually, he checks his phone and sighs. "I should probably start getting ready."

I nod, still staring at the sunset. "Yeah. Have fun."

Nick hesitates for a second before standing. "You sure you’re good?"

I glance at him, offering a small smile. "Yeah, I’m good." I mean it is a lie, but he doesn’t call me out on it.

He squeezes my shoulder before heading out. I exhale, setting my empty mug down on the table beside me. I know I should eat something, try to distract myself, maybe even attempt to sleep, but I don’t move. I stay curled up in my chair, staring at the fading sky, wondering how everything changed so fast.

When I finally move to my bed, I pull the covers up around me, but even laying here feels weird. The sheets feel awful against me now, tainted with memories that once brought comfort but now only make my stomach churn. My mind spirals, picturing how easily our history could be replicated in his bed, with someone else. The thought makes my chest tighten, and I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting it all to stop.

I take a deep breath, then another, but it doesn’t help. My mind keeps circling back to the same place, the same questions, the same ache in my chest that refuses to go away. How could he do this? Did any of it mean anything? Was I just another passing moment for him?

I need to make it stop.

I turn onto my side, curling into myself, exhausted from it all. Being honest, my eyes hurt that much from crying, I don’t find it hard to fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning determined to be a new woman. I have a shower to wash away all of yesterday's sorrow, before pulling out the smallest blue bikini I could find. I make my way downstairs and throw myself together a small breakfast, considering I haven't eaten in over 24 hours but not forcing myself too much as my appetite still isn't fully back yet.

I take my breakfast outside to the patio and I settle onto a lounger, my plate resting on my lap. The villa is silent. Everyone must still be asleep, sleeping off their drunken choices, their reckless mistakes.

Good. I need the peace.

I take a slow bite of my food, staring out at the water. The pool glistens under the morning light, the water undisturbed. Today is a new day. A fresh start.

I adjust my sunglasses and stretch out after putting my plate under my lounger, determined to soak in the sun and let it warm the parts of me that feel cold and bitter. If anyone sees me out here, I want them to see that I’m unbothered. That I’m fine.

A few minutes pass in silence before I hear the sliding door creak open behind me. I don't turn to look. I don't react.

I realise it’s Nate and Nick coming out, both looking more awake than I expected.

"Morning" they say in unison, and I greet them with a small smile “Morning early birds.”

I turn to Nick first. "Soooo? How was your night with George?"

Nick rubs the back of his neck, and I can tell he’s holding back his excitement for my sake. "It was good" he says simply.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Nick."

He sighs, then finally lets the grin slip through. "Okay, fine. It was great, actually. We got drinks, had a laugh. He’s funny, really easy to talk to."

I smile at him, genuinely happy. "That’s what I like to hear. You deserve a good time."

Nick gives me a look, like he’s checking if I really mean it. I do. Just because my love life is a disaster doesn’t mean I want everyone else to be miserable with me.

I turn to Nate next. "And what about you? What were you up to?"

Nate stretches his arms over his head, looking far too well rested. "Didn’t move from my bed. Best sleep I’ve had in weeks."

I laugh. "Of course you did. You look like you just got back from a spa retreat while the rest of us look like we barely survived the night."

The three of us settle into conversation, and for a moment, I let myself enjoy the lightness of it. But in the back of my mind, I know this moment won’t last. The rest of the villa is still asleep, for now. And soon enough, I’ll have to face the reality I’ve been trying to avoid.

"Is Chris up?" I ask Nate, trying to sound casual.

Nate shakes his head. "Don’t think he even came back here last night."

I swallow hard, nodding slowly. "Oh right"

There's been no sign of Matt either. That tells me everything I need to know.

Guess that means he went out with Chris and stayed with Christina last night again.

I should’ve expected it, but expecting something doesn’t make it hurt any less.

For the rest of the morning, it stays just me, Nick, and Nate chilling outside. The sun climbs higher, and the villa remains quiet, no sign of Chris or Matt. I sip on my water, listening to the distant waves crashing on the shore, slipping in and out of conversation with Nick and Nate as a distraction.

By midday, that peacefulness is interrupted. I hear the sliding door open, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching.

I lift my head slightly, peering through my sunglasses. Chris and Matt step outside together. Just seeing them like this, together, appearing at the same time, only further confirms what I already knew.

Matt was with Christina last night.

I can feel my heart break over again, but I refuse to let it show.

Without a word, I rest my head back down on the lounger, keeping my sunglasses on, blocking them out. I’m not ready for any type of conversation. Not yet.

Nate and Nick casually greet them, like nothing is out of the ordinary. Chris stretches, rubbing the back of his neck, and asks if anyone’s hungry.

My stomach twists at the thought of food. The second I saw Matt, my appetite vanished again. So I keep my mouth closed.

Nate says he is and disappears inside with them, leaving just me and Nick alone by the pool.

The quiet settles between us for a moment before Nick turns to me. “Are you coming to dinner tonight?” His tone sounds like he wants me to be there, even though he understands If I don’t want to.

I hesitate. The idea of sitting at a table with Matt, pretending everything is fine, feels impossible. I open my mouth to say no, but Nick is already cutting me off.

“You don’t have to talk to him at all” he reassures me. “I’ll be there the whole time.”

I exhale, chewing on my bottom lip. I do feel bad if I don’t go. It’s just dinner, right? I mean, the tension between Matt and I is like old times, nothing I haven’t had to deal with or experience before. The only thing is, the feeling in my chest is a hundred times worse than it ever was before.

“Okay” I finally say. “I’ll come.”

Nick grins, tapping my arm lightly. “We’ll have a good time, I promise.”

I nod, but the weight in my chest doesn’t lift.

By now, it’s nearly 3pm, and the sun has drained me but nowhere near as much as the situation with Matt has. The exhaustion clings to me, both physical and emotional, and I know if I don’t rest now, I’ll be useless later.

“I think I’m gonna go for a nap” I mumble, pushing myself up from the lounger.

Nick gives me a small smile. “Good idea. I’ll wake you if you’re not up in time.”

I nod again, grateful, and make my way inside. The second I hit my bed, the world around me fades.

When I wake up, the air in my room feels heavier, the remnants of my dreams still in my brain. I shake them off and head straight for the shower.

By the time I step out, wrapped in a towel, I feel better. Maybe, tonight won’t be as bad as I think.

I walk out and go to sit at the vanity, but I feel like I need to lift the vibe even more.

A drink and music.

That’s what I need if I have any chance of enjoying myself tonight.

Still in my towel, I make my way downstairs, moving quickly so I don’t run into anyone. I pour myself a vodka lemonade, throwing pieces of ice into the fancy glass.

Running back up to my room, I shut the door, take a sip, and set my speaker on full blast. I turn on It’s ok, i’m ok by Tate McRae, the lyrics hitting a little too close to home. I let the music drown out my thoughts as I start getting ready, determined to feel like myself again, even if it’s just for tonight.

I move through my routine on autopilot, letting the music and the slight buzz from my drink carry me through. I’m not overthinking my outfit, my makeup, or my hair, yet somehow, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I look effortlessly put together. Maybe it’s the lighting, maybe it’s the fact that I’ve just given up on caring, but either way, I feel like this is the best I’ve ever looked.

I pick up my phone and text Nick, asking him to come to my room to take pictures. It barely takes a minute before he’s knocking on my door, slipping inside with an approving grin.

“Damnnnn!” he says, dragging the word out. “You look amazing.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile that creeps onto my lips. “You have to say that.”

“I really don’t” he laughs, already pulling his phone out. “We need evidence of this moment.”

We take a few pictures together, Nick hyping me up between shots, making me laugh just enough to keep it natural.

When we’re satisfied with the pictures, I wonder where it is we’re actually going to eat. “So, where are we even going for dinner?”

“Some Italian place Chris booked” Nick says, glancing at his phone. “He said he made the reservation earlier.

I nod, I love italian food, so I’m hoping this whole thing is just easy. I grab my purse, double checking that I have everything, phone, keys to the villa, money. I take a deep breath before heading downstairs with Nick.

The moment we step into the foyer, I see them. Chris, Nate, and Matt are all standing together, talking casually like nothing has changed, like the last few days haven’t flipped my world upside down. Matt looks up first. For the briefest second, our eyes meet, and I swear I see something flash across his face, it’s something, but I can’t make out what. But I don’t let myself dwell on it.

I adjust the strap of my purse on my shoulder, forcing my expression to remain neutral. This is the closest I’ve been to Matt since the nightclub, since everything, but I refuse to let it get to me. Not tonight.

I tilt my chin up slightly, gripping onto my confidence like it’s my lifeline, and step forward like I don’t have a care in the world.

I stay locked in conversation with Nick as we leave the villa to make our way to the restaurant, trying to distract myself from the tension in the air. Chris lingers back slightly, eventually matching my pace as we walk. His presence next to me is quiet at first, almost hesitant, before he finally speaks.

"You okay?" His voice is low, careful, like he already knows the answer but feels the need to ask anyway.

It’s a weird one. I haven't heard from Chris since everything went down. He’s been distant, not in a hostile way, but in a way that tells me he didn’t know how to approach me. And now, here he is, finally asking.

I glance at him briefly, weighing my response before settling on, "I will be."

Chris nods slowly, seeming to accept that answer. “Can we talk later? About everything?”

I exhale softly, not quite ready to dive into whatever everything entails but knowing that it’s overdue. I don’t think there was any malice from him in this situation. And I’m not mad at him at all. I would like to know what his thought process was throughout all this. And maybe, he's actually done me a favour. “Yeah,” I agree. “Later.”

That seems to be enough for now. The group keeps moving, making our way toward the restaurant. When we arrive, the guys step inside ahead of us, but I notice them mumbling amongst themselves, their voices low and almost hurried, like there’s some sort of confusion.

Something about their body language makes me pause, and I follow their line of sight before realizing exactly what has caught their attention.

Rachel and Christina.

They’re seated at a table near the back. Five empty seats are pulled out beside them, waiting.

A sharp, sinking feeling settles in my stomach.

Of course.

Of course they’re here. It was already bad enough having to see Matt, to sit across from him and pretend I wasn’t still breaking, but now, this?

I don’t even have to look at him to know. I can feel his presence, his hesitation. I wonder if he knew they’d be here. If this was always the plan.

My fingers tighten slightly around the strap of my purse as I will myself to keep my composure.

This night just got a whole lot harder.

Nick squeezes my hand gently, a silent reassurance that he’s here, that I’m not alone in this. “What do you wanna do?” he asks quietly, his voice just for me.

I take a breath, steadying myself. “Sit at the other end” I say, keeping my voice even, refusing to let this shake me any more than it already has.

Without hesitation, Nick follows my lead, guiding me toward the farthest end of the table, away from Rachel and Christina. I slide into my seat, positioning myself as far as I can from them, while Nick sits beside me, his presence like a barrier between me and whatever mess is sitting across the table.

Matt and Chris take their seats. Chris next to Rachel and Matt next to Christina. Whether it was planned or just happened naturally, I don’t know, but it doesn’t make a difference, the damage is done.

The tension is suffocating. You could cut it with a knife. I never thought at the start of this trip I’d be sitting diagonally across from Matt and another girl.

Nobody speaks at first. There’s an awkward shuffle of menus being picked up, the quiet clinking of silverware as waiters move around us, but no real conversation.

I keep my gaze down, focused on the menu even though I’m not really reading it. My appetite had started to come back earlier, but now? Completely gone again.

Nick, ever my lifeline in this nightmare, leans in slightly constantly making sure I’m okay. “You good?” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only I can hear.

I nod once, though I’m not sure if I mean it. “Yeah” I lie. “I’m fine.”

But we both know I’m not.

I try to keep my focus on the menu, pretending to be absorbed in the options, but it’s impossible to ignore Christina. She is relentless, shifting in her seat so she’s angled toward Matt, her body language screaming interest. The way she leans forward, the way her fingers reach out casually to graze his forearm as she talks, it’s all so intentional.

“Oh my God, Matt, you look so good tonight” she purrs, tilting her head as she studies him. “Did you do something different? Your hair? A new cologne?”

Matt barely reacts, only offering a tight lipped smile as he glances at her briefly. “Uh, no. Same as always.” he replies, going back to his menu.

But Christina isn’t deterred. She lets out a soft, exaggerated sigh. “God, I can’t believe we’re all in Hawaii together. It feels like such a movie moment, don’t you think?” She flicks her gaze up at him through her lashes. “Like, if this was a movie, we’d be the main characters.”

Matt huffs a small laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “Yeah, I don’t know about that, don’t really take myself as the main character type of guy.” His tone is light, but there’s no real engagement. He’s keeping it neutral.

She’s not giving up, though. She leans in again, dropping her voice to something more sultry. “You know, I had so much fun the other night” she murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear.

My stomach twists, but I don’t react. I refuse to. Instead, I lift my glass of water to my lips, taking a slow sip as if I’m completely unbothered.

Nick shifts beside me, subtly kicking my foot under the table as if to say don’t react. I know he’s watching me closely, waiting for me to crack, but I won’t.

Chris, who’s been silent this whole time, suddenly clears his throat. “Christina, didn’t you say this was your first time in Hawaii?”

It’s so obviously a distraction tactic, and I can’t tell if he’s doing it to get her off Matt’s back or because he knows I’m sitting here, silently absorbing every word.

Christina finally tears her gaze away from Matt and glances at Chris. “Oh, yeah it is.” she says, waving a hand dismissively.

Matt doesn’t say anything. He just flips a page of the menu, like none of this is even phasing him. Meanwhile, Rachel is watching me like a hawk, waiting for a reaction.

I meet her eyes for a split second and give her the most nonchalant look I can muster before turning to Nick. “What are you getting?” I ask, my voice steady.

Nick glances at me, eyes scanning my face for any sign of weakness before answering, “Probably the carbonara.”

I nod. “Good choice.”

Nate, ever the sweetheart, seems to pick up on everything, the way I’m keeping my head down, the way Nick keeps a protective presence beside me, the way Matt and Christina’s exchange is unfolding just within earshot. Without missing a beat, he slides into conversation with me and Nick as he’s seated opposite us, as if we’re in our own little bubble, separate from the tension on the other side of the table.

“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Nate asks, leaning forward with a smile. “I was thinking of heading down to the beach early. Maybe rent a jet ski or something. You two in?”

Nick catches on immediately, grateful for the shift in attention. “Absolutely. I’d love to see you wipe out within the first five minutes.”

Nate pretends to be offended, placing a hand over his chest. “Excuse you, I’m actually a professional. Very experienced!”

I can’t help but smile at their antics, grateful for the distraction. “Professional, huh? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Nate smirks. “Oh, you will. And when I leave you both in my wake, don’t come crying to me.”

Nick scoffs. “Yeah, okay, Nate. Keep dreaming.”

As we laugh, it’s almost easy to forget the rest of the table exists, almost. Because out of the corner of my eye, I see Chris sitting stiffly, glancing between me and the rest of the group, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He hasn’t even touched his menu. He just sits there, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, like he’s caught in the middle of something he never signed up for.

At one point, he opens his mouth like he wants to say something,to me, but then he hesitates, pressing his lips together instead. His fingers drum restlessly against the table. It’s almost like he wants to acknowledge the elephant in the room, but he can’t.

I keep my focus on Nate and Nick as everyone gives their orders, letting them carry me through the moment, keeping me occupied. And for now, that’s all I need.

The food arrives shortly after, and I focus on my meal, keeping my eyes down, keeping my composure. If I just get through dinner, I’ll be fine.

But Christina doesn’t make it easy.

She just doesn’t stop, her voice carrying just loud enough to ensure I hear every flirtatious remark, every exaggerated giggle. It’s all so obvious, the way she leans toward Matt, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger.

“Oh my God, Matt, you’re so funny” she forces, brushing her fingers against his wrist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He hasn’t even said anything that funny.

“We should totally do something after this!” Christina continues, tilting her head. “Maybe check out that tiki bar? It would be so fun.”

Matt doesn’t commit. “Maybe.”

Maybe.

That single word twists something in my stomach, because it means he hasn’t outright said no. And I know it shouldn’t matter but that doesn’t stop the sting.

As everyone starts discussing where to go next, I stay quiet, already knowing my answer. The only place I want to be right now is home. I only ever agreed to dinner, nothing more. The idea of trailing behind while Christina continues her performance, while Matt does whatever he’s doing, is unbearable.

I lean toward Nick and quietly tell him, “I’m heading back.”

He nods in understanding, not even questioning it. “That’s fair. I’ll go for one drink, then I’ll be home after. We can debrief, I’ll try to get more info.”

I manage a small smile at that. If there’s anyone I can count on to feed me the details later, it’s Nick.

We both stand, and I feel Chris’s eyes on me, but I don’t meet them. If he wants to talk, he can find me when I’m not on the verge of either snapping or crying.

Nick walks me to the taxi rank just outside the restaurant, following behind me as we weave through the crowd. I should want to stay out, to drown out my thoughts with drinks and distractions, but all I want is to be alone.

“You sure you’re okay going back on your own?” Nick asks as we wait for a taxi to pull up.

I let out a breath. “Yeah. Just over it.”

Nick doesn’t push. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way back.”

A taxi pulls up, and he opens the door for me. Before I get in, he squeezes my hand briefly, just a reminder that I’m not alone in all of this.

I nod my thanks, slide into the backseat, and as the car pulls away, I finally let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.

I pull up to the villa and thank the taxi man, paying him for the fare. I step out of the car and as I do one pulls up directly behind me.

I freeze for a second, my stomach tightening as I watch Matt step out of the taxi behind me. Of all people, of all times, it has to be him.

I don’t wait for him to say anything. I turn toward the villa, walking quickly up the steps, my heels clicking against the cobblestone pavement. I take my keys out of my bag, unlocking the front door.

I can hear him behind me, his footsteps unhurried, like he’s debating whether to call my name.

“Wait” Matt’s voice finally breaks the silence, and I feel his presence closer than I expected. “Can we talk?”

I let out a slow breath before turning to face him, the front door slightly open behind me. His eyes search mine, like he’s trying to figure out where my head is at.

“Talk about what, Matt?” My voice is steady, but I can feel the exhaustion creeping in.

He rubs the back of his neck, looking almost.. nervous? “About this. About everything.”

“I’m not too sure what there is to talk about” I say, my voice surprisingly steady. “I’ve seen it all. I saw Christina in your bed. I saw how she was with you tonight.”

Matt’s face falls, and he opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but I don’t let him.

“And now, what? You think you can stand here and make some sorry excuse for your actions? Do you even realize how disrespectful that is?” My voice rises slightly, frustration taking over. “You can’t just act like nothing happened, Matt. You don’t get to do that.”

He sighs, rubbing his hand over his jaw. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"Well, it’s a bit too late for that now.” I say, my voice sharp.

"I’m sorry." he mutters.

I let out a short laugh. "Yeah. So am I.”

Matt stands there looking at me, almost confused.

“I'm sorry I let you play with me for so long. Sorry I let you in, that I actually believed there was something real between us. But it’s clear now, isn’t it? Whatever tension was there, it was only ever sexual for you."

Matt steps forward, opening his mouth to protest, but I cut him off.

"So what now?" I snap, my voice shaking with anger. "What’s your next move? You feel bad for how you’ve treated me, so you’ll do what? Buy me flowers? But never actually give them to me? Did you ever track down Christina’s ex to get her locket back too? Or was that just a special little stunt for me?"

I let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking my head. "And don’t you dare try to tell me you haven’t been with anyone else since that night in the house. Christina basically spelled out what happened in Vegas to me at the club.”

Then realisation hits me. “It makes sense to me now, the real reason you customised your jacket that way. You didn’t do it because you felt something for me. You did it so if the topic of her in Vegas came up, you had something to sway me from believing it, so you could keep stringing me along.”

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Can you please listen to me? I didn’t even know they were coming out here” he says quickly, almost desperately, like that one fact will make any of this better.

I scoff, shaking my head. “That doesn’t change anything.”

“It changes a lot” he insists, stepping forward. “Chris was the one that brought them out here, he has a thing with Rachel and probably just-”

"-wants to smash?" I finish for him, my voice sharp.

"Yeah, Matt, I know. Just like you said before, that Chris only gave me a job because he wants to smash?" I tilt my head, watching as realization dawns on his face. "Yeah. I heard you when you said that."

Matt shifts uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. "I never meant that" he mutters. "I swear, I didn’t mean it like that."

"Oh really?" I fold my arms, my patience running dangerously thin. "How exactly did you mean it then, Matt?" My voice is sharp, no bullshit. "Because it sounded a lot like you were trying to discredit any of the work I do."

Matt exhales sharply, looking away. "It wasn’t about that, okay?" His voice is tight, like he’s struggling to find the right words. "Maybe I was jealous, maybe I was pissed off at the whole situation, maybe I just-" He stops himself, his jaw locking.

"Maybe you just what?" I push, my voice rising slightly.

His silence is louder than anything he could say. And then, it hits me.

I let out a hollow laugh, shaking my head. "Oh my god. It was projection, wasn’t it?" I take a step closer, my words like a slap to the face. "You said Chris only gave me a job because he wanted to smash, but really, that was just you speaking for yourself. You only ever kept me around because that’s what you wanted."

I take a breath, my heart pounding. "And congratulations, Matt. You got it."

Matt’s face falls completely.

"And then you got it from her too, only a matter of hours later." My voice is laced with disgust, and I see the tears welling in Matt's eyes, but I don’t stop. "It’s obvious to me now, you never had feelings for me. You never cared."

I take another step closer, my chest rising and falling with the force of everything I’ve kept inside. "I know you saw me leave the club that night. I know you saw me walk out. And not once did you check on me. Not once did you care enough to see if I was okay. It was like, out of sight, out of mind. I disappeared, and you moved on like I was nothing."

I shake my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. "And then you brought her back here, to the same villa I’m staying in, to rub it in my fucking face? Like this is some sick joke to you?" And then to keep doing it, over and over again, like it wasn’t enough to break me once?" My voice shakes, but not from weakness, from the sheer weight of the betrayal burning inside me. "You didn’t just move on, Matt. You made sure I saw it. You made sure I felt it. Like twisting the knife wasn’t enough, you had to keep pushing it in, again and again."

I shake my head, my breathing uneven. "And for what? To prove a point? To get back at me for something you thought I’ve done? Or was it just fun for you? To watch me fall apart while you played pretend with her?"

Matt’s mouth opens like he wants to say something, to defend himself, but I cut him off before he can even try. "No. Don’t. Because there’s nothing you can say that will make this okay. Nothing you can do that will undo the fact that you chose this. You chose to hurt me. And I’m fucking done." I spit, my chest rising and falling with the force of everything I’ve held back.

"Because all you’ve ever done is choose to hurt me. Over and over again, like it’s second nature to you." I stop for a second to catch my breath, realising how pointless this all is. "I don’t even understand why you’re standing in front of me right now, when what you want is down at the bar with everyone else. Stop bothering me, and go back down there and get it."

Matt looks at me, his jaw tight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, like he wants to argue. Like he wants to fight his case. But he doesn’t get to, not now. Not after everything.

"In fact" I breathe out a bitter laugh, shaking my head, "don’t ever think of speaking to me again. Because it’s clear now, Matt, we were always better off when we didn’t speak. When we just ignored each other. Maybe that’s what we should’ve stayed."

My heart is hammering in my chest, my entire body shaking from the adrenaline coursing through me.

I turn around and storm into the villa, slamming the door so hard behind me that the walls seem to shake with the force of it. But he doesn’t follow. He doesn’t even try. Probably heading straight back down to the bar to get exactly what he wants. What he’s always wanted.

My blood is boiling as I march into my room, every step fueled by the sheer rage burning inside me. I feel like a bull, seeing red, ready to destroy everything in my path. But I don’t, because I don’t have time to waste on any of this anymore.

I grab my phone with trembling fingers, my vision blurring from unshed tears as I unlock it.

I can’t stay here.

I refuse.

I pull up the American Airlines website, my breathing heavy, my chest rising and falling too fast. I don’t even hesitate as I search for the first available flight back home.

The sooner, the better.

And when I find one, first thing tomorrow morning, I don’t even think twice. I press confirm before I can second guess myself, before the pain can catch up with me.

I’m leaving.

I’m done.

a/n : OOOOF. thats gotta sting.

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f1shart · 4 months ago

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thinking about buzz beating up the curious brothers again. like what do you mean

but buzz is older than them?? time to dissect this (and by that i mean overly complicate it!!)

Making Sense of Buzz Grunt Beating the Shit Out of the Curious Brothers (and Loki)

I went into this assuming that, considering how old Buzz is, him beating up the Curious brothers + Loki as a teenager was statistically impossible, especially considering their age in actual human years—but was I wrong? Is it actually possible that Buzz did fight them within the time he spent as a teenager?

First, some supporting information.

Age Conversions Based on Adult Lifestage

Buzz: Day 14 or 43 years old Pascal: Day 10 or 38 years old Loki: Day 9 or 36 years old Vidcund: Day 6 or 32 years old Lazlo: Day 1 or 25 years old

These aren't even my own age headcanons for them (except Buzz's which is surprisingly accurate), just calculations. If you want to know how I got them then feel free to ask 😇

Evidence Provided by Memories

As seen in the picture, Buzz fought everyone "as soon as he aged up." However, it's possible he just has no memories of early teenhood.

Pascal similarly gained the memory as soon as he aged up. This idea is more plausible with him because he was accepted into private high school after the fact. Sure, in gameplay, this can happen as late as the last day as a teenager, but I doubt this is what Maxis was trying to convey since they literally handpicked these memories. Meaning: Buzz beat him up in middle school…?

Loki's only teen memory is losing the fight.

According to the Sims Wiki, Vidcund has no memory of Buzz beating him up (how hard did he hit him?)

Similar to Loki and Pascal, Lazlo's first memory as a teenager is getting beat up by Buzz.

Is This Possible In Normal Gameplay?

Disregarding any other family memories that arose around the time (I do NOT want to try to decipher the entire Curious timeline), the fight memories are in fact possible with their Sim ages.

The teen lifespan in The Sims 2 is 15 days long. Buzz is 4 days older than Pascal, 5 days older than Loki, 8 days older than Vidcund, and 13 days older than Lazlo.

Ensuring that everyone still falls within the teen lifestage, I made a table of the earliest and latest possible ages everyone could have been when Buzz attacked:

Converting their teen days into human years, Buzz either beat them all up as an 18 year old OR slowly picked them off until age 17 which is right before he kissed Lyla. None of this, however, is possible based on the initial age calculations.

Buzz's Attacks Based On the Adult Age Conversions

Buzz is 5 years older than Pascal, 7 years older than Loki, 11 years older than Vidcund, and 18 years older than Lazlo. There are two ways we can interpret their memories: either the Curious brothers + Loki were teenagers when Buzz attacked, or Buzz was a teenager when he started attacking them.

On the basis that Buzz is still a teenager, and assuming each fight happened in close proximity to one another, he specifically had to have been 18 years old when each one happened. This makes Pascal a 13 year old, Loki an 11 year old, Vidcund a 7 year old, and Lazlo…a newborn. ☠️ Alternatively, Buzz may have started younger and continued fighting until 18, the only teen year he could have possibly encountered Lazlo in.

If that seems implausible, then maybe Buzz wasn't a teenager and instead beat the boys up as soon as they turned thirteen. This would make him 18 for Pascal, 20 for Loki, 24 for Vidcund, and 31 for Lazlo. (Side note: Tank and Ripp would have been born by then.)

Conclusion

Regardless of whether you base it on Buzz been a teen or the victims being teens, him beating up Lazlo looks pretty bad. And if you go by gameplay rules, everything flows surprisingly well. According to normal gameplay AND real-life age conversions, Buzz is a big meanie who beat up at least one kid as a legal adult, at least with the age conversion system I used…

Me personally, I think he was college-aged when he started bullying them. (Or maybe they attacked him? Plot twist.) Of course, what I discussed weren't the only possibilities, but they should give a good idea of how things actually went… and maybe they can inspire your own headcanons! ^_^

this is such a useless pseudo-essay LMFAOO

#strangetown #early strangetown #general buzz grunt #pascal curious #vidcund curious #lazlo curious #loki beaker #ts2 #sims science

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heli-writes · 3 months ago

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A dragon's heart, part 17.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: explicit description of torture

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Note: Please applause our first translator entering the scene! Can you guess who it is? Spoiler: It's not our favourite broccoli!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

Series Masterlist

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“Alright, you boot-licking weak-ass excuse of a warrior, I ask you one more time: What orders were given to you by your king? Answer or your comrades will suffer even worse”

When the Todoroki soldier doesn't answer, Katsuki turns the knife that is already stuck in the man's leg. The man howls and fights against the restraints that bind him to the chair he's sitting on. When the pain ebbs away, the soldier spits blood at Katsuki's feet. He looks up at the chief with anger and determination behind his eyes.

“Fuck you. I not tell you everything. With honour, we die.”

Katsuki gives him a long, hard stare. Then a cruel smile spreads on his face. They've been torturing the Todoroki prisoners for a couple of hours now. They picked one by one, leaving the remaining stewing in fear for when they come for them. This one is the last one.

So far, they weren't very lucky. The four others that were brought in before this one didn't speak a word of Drakona and could only twitch in pain at the knives of their captors.

“Ah, so he can speak. Seems like it's your lucky day, bastard. Means that we two get to spend more time with each other.”, Katsuki grins at the man.

The man looks at him with exhausted eyes but the deep circles under his eyes don't hide the hatred in them.

“Do worst”, the man spits back and Katsuki only chuckles.

A good half hour later, Katsuki didn't get anything useful out of the man. Mainly because the man's hard to break. Most of the time he only spits out insults in very broken Drakona. Katsuki wonders if the information the man can give them will be of any worth considering how hard he is to understand.

Katsuki washes off the blood on his hands in front of his tent before entering his shared living space with y/n. There is no need for his mate to see that. The tent lies empty and silent upon his arrival. Katsuki frowns upon y/n's absence. He left her this morning munching on some bread before taking off to take care of the prisoners.

Did she run away again?, Katsuki ponders, I didn't give her any reason to be cross with me today, I think.

An unease settles over him, like always when y/n is up to something he doesn't know about. Of course, there is no harm in y/n wandering about the settlement and socializing with the other tribe members, but it's just... unexpected. Most of the other women don't, or at least only to a minimal degree. Furthermore, Katsuki's always on edge thinking that y/n might change her mind and take flight.

Katsuki turns on his heels and stomps through the village of tents with an air of authority. He doesn't want to ask any of his men if they've seen his mate. Probably, nobody would care but Katsuki thinks they might assume that he has no control over his own mate.

“Hey, Kats, where you off to?”, a voice calls out to him.

Katsuki was so deep in thought that he didn't notice that he was passing by Kirishima's tent. For a moment, he hesitates.

“Just lookin' for y/n.”, he tries to answer casually.

Kirishima laughs. “Always the attentive mate, eh?”, he teases and Katsuki feels the tips of his ear burning.

“I think I've seen her walking towards old woman Tomoko with a bunch of clothes. Maybe try your luck there.”, Kirishima tells him and Katsuki gives him a grateful nod.

Katsuki walks over to the old woman's tent and makes himself noticeable before walking in.

Y/n is standing in the middle of the room in one of her new dresses. Old woman Tomoko crouches next to her and cuts off the fabric at y/n's feet.

“Chief Bakugou.”, Tomoko greets her leader, “Have you come to check my progress with your mate's clothes?”

Katsuki does not know what she's talking about but doesn't want to look clueless in front of her, so he only agrees.

The woman stands up and holds up another dress. It is a thinner dress in a pink hue.

“We've already altered this one. Made is shorter and a bit firmer around the hips. Told her she might not want it firmer considering she might be with child when next summer comes, but she was very firm on this. Your mate certainly has her own head, don't you think?”, Tomoko chats away. Katsuki can only agree with her on that last part.

“Anyways, right now we're altering this one.”, Tomoko continues, “It's more suitable for the weather in the mountains, at least for her kind, I suppose. Although I've got to say I find all these dresses kind of ridiculous, don't you think? The fabric's so heavy, the skirt so long and even her arms aren't free. How can anybody move in clothes like these?”

Katsuki hums in agreement. “Don't know, but all the kingdom women wear clothes like this.”, he offers an explanation. Tomoko nods.

“Sure, sure, you're right. Then again, these women probably don't need to move much, don't they? The ones you brought at least don't seem to leave their tents very much.”, Tomoko points out.

“I guess so.”, Katsuki only answers. He doesn't feel like explaining to the old woman that that probably has different reasons.

“Well, I'm glad y/n's different. Poor thing doesn't understand a single word, but at least she's a bit more outgoing than the others, isn't she? Some may say she's a bit slow in the head, but I think she's a breath of fresh air around here.”, the old woman continues to chatter.

Katsuki's expression immediately darkens. “Who said that?”, he immediately wants to know. The old woman stops mid-movement sensing she probably shouldn't have mentioned that in front of the chief.

“Oh, you know, how people are...”, Tomoko tries to play it off, “It's just she's so slow at picking up our language so people assume she's not..., you know, so bright. But then again, it's hard to learn a language without a teacher and she's not a child anymore. Children are so much quicker at picking up these things. Anyhow, it's a pity I never learned the kingdom's language. You know, I had an aunt who was a half-blood and she spoke it fluently. Her mother came from...”

While Tomoko drifts off in a long explanation about her family's history, Katsuki's ears are still rushing with blood. Thinking about how members of his tribe say that y/n is mentally challenged does not sit right with him. Suddenly, there's a tuck at his hand. Y/n walked up to him and demands his attention. She presents him with a woven bracelet.

“Oh, yes, that. She made that out of fabric I cut off her dress. I wondered what that was about. It's quite pretty, isn't it? Your woman is quite resourceful, I have to say.”, Tomoko explains.

Carefully, y/n slips the bracelet over his right hand while Tomoko continues to explain the various things one can make with leftover fabric. Katsuki's head feels like it's about to explode. He forgot how much the old woman liked to talk. Y/n smiles up at him. Katsuki pinches her cheek in appreciation.

“Alright, old woman, I've got to get back to work. Make sure the dresses are altered the way she wants it.”, Katsuki interrupts Tomoko's torrent of words. The old woman abruptly stops her chattering and bows her head respectfully.

“Of course, chief, they'll be done by tonight.”, she tells him. Katsuki squeezes y/n's hand and turns to leave. He doesn't see the look of disappointment on y/n's face. She hoped that he would stay longer.

~*~*~*~

Katsuki lets the Todoroki soldier stew for the rest of the days. He's given a minimum of water. The knife in his leg is taken out and the wound is covered so that it doesn't get infected. After all, he shouldn't die on them that quickly.

He decides to visit the man before dinner. Maybe the prospects of food will make him talk. He enters the tent with a plate of hot stew and a slice of bread.

“Hungry?”, he asks while sitting down in front of the soldiers. The man stares right ahead.

Katsuki takes a spoonful of stew and shoves it inside his mouth.

“Ya' sure you don't want any?”, he asks challenging but the man doesn't answer him.

“How many days since you've last eaten? Two? Three? You must be starving.”, Katsuki points out.

The man grinds his teeth. “Not want the poison.”, the soldier bites out. Katsuki clicks his tongue.

“Poison? Buddy, we keepin' you alive. Be grateful, ya friends ain't gettin' any.”, he tells him. A mean grin spreads on the soldier's face.

“Sorry, mean I will not eat shit.”, he tells Katsuki. Katsuki grinds his teeth.

“Oh, sorry our food ain't good enough for the mighty soldier. Then again, maybe I should feed you like the pig you are.”, he replies and empties the hot content of the bowl into the man's crotch. The man howls in pain.

“Fuck you.”, the man grits out. “Ya, ye keep sayin' that. How's that workin' out for ya?”, Katsuki smirks.

“Now, I was nice to ya' but seems like ya' can't appreciate that. Maybe I should go back to doin' things the traditional way.”, he tells him and rams his thumb into the wound on his leg. The soldier screams out in pain.

“Katsuki!”

Katsuki whips around at the sound of the shocked voice behind him. Y/n's standing at the entrance of the tent looking white in the face. Slowly, Katsuki takes his hand off the man and turns around to her fully.

“What the hell are you doing?”, y/n demands to know. Katsuki assumes she wants an explanation, but someone else answers for him.

“What does it look like, honey? He's torturing me.”, the soldier says and lets out a croaked laugh.

Y/n stares at the soldier wide-eyed. For a moment, Katsuki is unable to move. Y/n storms past him, but Katsuki manages to catch her arm. However she twists towards the soldier on the chair.

“What do you mean? What's going on here?”, y/n asks the soldier. It's only then that Katsuki understands that they're speaking the same language. Of course they do, he curses internally.

“Well, you see honey, this lovely bastard over there...”, the soldier starts but he doesn't get to finish as the edge of Katsuki's hand makes a hard impact with his throat. The soldier makes a choking noise.

“Katsuki!”, y/n yells appalled and struggles against his hold but to no avail. He pulls her towards the exit of the tent. Y/n definitely shouldn't talk to this man. Who knows what lies the soldier will tell her.

“Bastard!”, the soldier chokes out in Drakona. Katsuki freezes for a second and turns back to him.

“You should better be careful how and to whom you talk around here.”, Katsuki says cooly but the man only grins at him.

“Scared I tell you girl the true?”, the man says and Katsuki sees red. Letting go of y/n, he storms towards the man and pushes him into the back of the chair.

“You don't talk to her. She's not yours to talk to. Don't even look at her. You understand that?”, he growls but the soldier only laughs.

“Best you knife my tongue then. But can talk no secrets then. Pity you.”, the soldier bites back. Katsuki takes a swing at him but y/n catches his wrist.

“Katsuki, don't. Are you insane?”, y/n yells. The soldier laughs in return.

“Clearly, he is.”, he points out, “But then again, he's from the dragon blood tribe. Haven't you noticed that, sweetheart?”

Y/n stares at the miserable man in front of her. His ragged clothes clearly are the remains of the kingdom's soldier uniforms. She's seen the uniform before on her brother when he said goodbye to her before joining the army. The soldier's face is covered in dirt and grime and his dark, purple hair sticks to his forehead in thick clumps.

She only wanted to look for Katsuki to tell him dinner's ready. She didn't expect to find him to torture a man who is clearly from the kingdom. She swallows hardly. What on earth is Katsuki up to?

“Cat caught your tongue, love?”, the man laughs.

Before y/n can respond, Katsuki interrupts. “You. Don't. Talk. To. Her.”, he presses. The soldier looks at him unimpressed.

“She not dragon blood tribe, right? Kingdom clothes and kingdom tongue. You steal her? Bet she prefer fuck me than you. Maybe she run away with me.”, the soldier spits into Katsuki's face in Drakona.

Katsuki doesn't want to lose control over his anger in front of y/n but the bastard makes it hard not to. “This is the last you see of her. Make sure to remember her form. It will be the last woman you ever see.”, Katsuki tells him.

Y/n's head whips back and forth between Katsuki and the soldier. Clearly, they're having a conversation she can't follow. She turns towards the soldier in front of her. Carefully, she asks: “Do you understand him?”. The soldier raises an eyebrow. “You don't?”, he returns the question. Embarrassed, y/n shakes her head.

Next to her, Katsuki yells something indecipherable and grabs onto her arm again, trying to pull her away again. Y/n struggles against him again. This time, Katsuki's grip isn't so hard since he gained some control over his emotions again. Y/n manages to free herself from him and takes a few steps back.

Y/n just stares at Katsuki. He's still red in the face from his outburst earlier. His breathing is hard and he tells her something pointing towards the exit. The soldier watches them with amusement.

“You know, he wants you to leave.”, he tells y/n. Y/n presses her lips together.

“Thank you, I figured as much.”, y/n replies and the soldier chuckles. Katsuki says something again, louder this time and tries to reach for her arm again. Quickly, y/n steps back.

“Want me to tell him something, sweetheart?”, the soldier offers.

Y/n stares hardly into Katsuki's eyes. It's one thing that the man she's stuck with is torturing somebody. That alone is a whole issue. Y/n isn't a violent person even though she knows in some situations one has no choice but to make use of it. But torturing an unarmed, tied-up man is something only people with no honor do. It's a whole other thing to hide that from her, get angry when she does find out and give her no explanation.

Y/n stands up more proudly. Shoulders pushed to the back, staring Katsuki down. He still looks angry as if it's her who is doing something wrong here.

Without looking at the soldier, she says:

“Yes, tell him that he's a dick.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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jazzyoranges · 2 years ago

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Can you write a friends with benefits situation Wednesday or Tara has with gp reader? Wednesday or Tara enforces a no strings attach policy but of course reader has to catch feelings and admits their feelings. It freaks Tara/wednesday and causes her to push them away and ghost them effectively hurting the reader who after a while tries to rebound with another girl causing major jealousy from Tara/Wednesday. You can choose the ending I just wanna see some jealous smut and angst mix in there 😩

She’s my Collar

Wednesday Addams x fem!werewolf!reader

Words: 4.6k (whoopsies)

Warnings: gp!reader, definitely ooc Wednesday, heat cycles, unprotected sex, knotting, explicit smut, everyone is 18+, Wednesday calls you a mutt and a puppy, breeding kink, is it really pet play if you’re actually a pet?, italian/spanish pet names and phrases, possessive Wednesday, fluff, angst i think

A/n: so sorry it took so long for me to write this anon who requested 😓 could be read as a prequel to this fic, but not specifically written as one. also i kinda strayed away from the original request, sorry about that too 😭🫶

MINORS DNI!

Wednesday didn’t want to admit it, but she was feeling a certain emotion that was completely undesirable. You’ve been out sick for an entire week. Wednesday hadn’t seen you in the last 8 days, 17 hours, and 42 minutes. But who was counting? Definitely not the Addams girl

Others would say Wednesday looked the same as any other week, but Enid’s roommate senses were tingling. Constantly fiddling with her rings, the very prominent scowl on her face that was meaner than usual, and the common frustrated grunts when Wednesday would make a mistake with her writing. Something was up, and not even god herself couldn’t stop Enid from figuring it out

While Wednesday was smart in every aspect except social, Enid’s people smarts came in useful every now and again. It really didn’t take long for her to piece two and two together. Angry roommate while someone she frequently hung out with was out sick? It was child’s play, really. All she needed to do was have Wednesday come to the same conclusion as her

Easier said that done, really. Wednesday was a knucklehead not so smart when it came to emotions. Any emotion other than creating despair, Wednesday struggled with. Luckily Enid was dedicated and also a knucklehead

Currently Wednesday was seated at her desk, simply staring at a blank piece of paper without moving. On any normal day her fingers would be speeding across the typewriter with ideas constantly coming to her. Now she was met with absolute digital silence from her mind, which proved to be discouraging and inconvenient to say the least

“Alright, Wednesday. What’s going on?”

“I have not a clue what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been different this entire week. Spill the beans”

“As I’ve just said, I don’t have the information you want.”

“It’s because you haven’t seen her all week, right? You miss her, don’t you?”

“Why would I miss that mutt of a werewolf? I do not miss Y/n.”

“I never said her name, yet you know exactly who I’m talking about. Funny how that works, Wednesday” Enid teases. Her roomie has been caught red handed

“If you want your tongue, I’d recommend you stop talking.”

“Cmon, Wednesday, I’m being serious. It’s not weird to miss a friend. How about you check up on her?”

“First, I do not miss her. Second, she is definitely fine. I do not need to check up on her.”

“She’s been out sick for an entire week. She texted me just today the sickness isn’t showing any signs of stopping”

“Why has she not called the nurse, then?”

“She told me they ran out of the medicine she needs. The sickness is werewolf specific. I’ve gotten it before and it hurt like a bitch without medicine”

“What kind of school clinic runs out of medicine?” Wednesday says under her breath while getting up. Presumably to check on you, Enid assumes

“It’s really high in demand right now. It only infects werewolves, so you won’t catch it”

“I suppose I’ll ask Y/n on the specifics of her current condition. Perhaps it could be a part in my writings.”

“I’m sure it will be, Wednesday. Tell me how it goes!” Enid waves goodbye to Wednesday as she exits, and the Addams misses her roommates wolfish grin

Luckily your dorm isn’t too far away from Ophelia hall but it’s still a considerable walk to and from. The walk there gives Wednesday enough time to really question why she was doing this. She did not care for you, that was most definitely certain. At least that’s what Wednesday kept telling herself when she neared your room

The Addams girl hesitated before she knocked on your door. She could hear you whimpering and whining in pain, your tail quickly thumping against your bed. The shorter girl bit the bullet and held her fist against the door, quickly knocking on it

“Open up, Y/n or I’ll be forced to axe down your door.”

“Go away, Wednesday” Your voice was muffled

“Either I pick your lock or you open this door. Make your decision.”

Wednesday hears your feel shuffle to the door, and you open it just enough for your eye to peek out. Wednesday immediately notices your flushed skin and dark eye bags. You’re only wearing a tank top and boxers, trying to hide your lower body behind the door

“What do you want?” You spit out a bit more aggressively than you mean to

“I’ve come to check up on your illness”

“I’m uh- I’m okay. You can go now, Wednesday”

“You obviously aren’t, you haven’t gone to your classes all week.”

“Listen, I’m not actually sick. If I tell you what’s actually happening, promise you won’t freak out?”

“I promise.”

You suck in a breath to calm your nerves. “I’m in heat. The school clinic ran out of suppressants, so I haven’t been able to come to classes”

Wednesday looked you up and down, and in a split second she felt something she hadn’t before. Something about how your wolfish features came out. Ears were pressed against your head, tail hung low and swaying softly, and Wednesday noticed your fangs poke out when you spoke

“Let me help you.”

“W-What?” You momentarily stoped holding the door, and Wednesday let herself inside. Wednesday was immediately hit with a musk that was so… you. Werewolves weren’t her major, but she could tell you’ve marked your entire room with your own scent. Something about it made Wednesday’s mind think of all the unspeakable things she wanted to do to you

“Uh, sorry for the mess. And sorry for the smell, I know it’s bad…” You shift on your feet, and it’s only then Wednesday notices the tent in your boxers. Quickly mumbling out apology after apology, you move your tail so it covers your growing erection

“Stop apologizing, it’s getting quite annoying. I said I’d help you, did I not?”

“Help me like..?”

“Yes. Help you as in having sexual intercourse”

Your cheeks flush red and you have to actively stop your tail from wagging in excitement. Wednesday takes a step closer, but you take a step back

“A-Are you sure? You’re human, and I’m a werewolf. Your body isn’t designed to handle our heats”

Wednesday takes another step closer to you, grabbing your neck to make you look straight in her eyes. You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your throat

“I decide what I can handle.” The shorter girl firmly gropes at your clothed erection, and you moan at the contact

“Wednesday, I-”

“A dumb puppy is what you are. Why didn’t you tell me you were in heat?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t think you’d care” When Wednesday starts to massage your clothed cock more roughly, she earns another moan out of your throat

“Please, please make it better, Wednesday. It hurts so fucking much” You whimper, and Wednesday wonders if you’d look good in a collar with her name on it. She’d have to save that idea for a different day.

“Puppy.”

“Wednesday?”

“Take everything off. I want to see all of you.”

Wordlessly, you start to strip, which doesn’t take long since you’re barely wearing any clothes. Your mindless obedience made Wednesday happy. You start with your tank top and the Addams chooses to observe every part of you. Wednesday notices you’re considerably more furry than usual, your happy trail showing just above your boxer briefs

“Are you sure?” You ask nervously when you reach your boxers, and Wednesday is getting considerably more impatient

“Do I have to do everything for you?” Wednesday mutters while she takes off your boxers instead. The shorter girl sucks in a breath when your hardened cock slaps against your stomach

Wednesday didn’t expect you to be so… lewdly big. Looking at the size of your erection only reminded her your body was meant to breed. You were designed to reproduce, and the thought turned Wednesday on more than she liked

The shorter girl pushes you onto your bed, and she takes a second to look at the state you’re in

“Please, Wednesday…” You whine

“Be patient, Y/n. You’ll get there eventually”

“It hurts so much, please I can’t wait” Begging harder, Wednesday doesn’t likehow her first instinct is to give you what you want

“You’re lucky I tolerate you. If you were any other person, I’d think this was dehumanizing.” She pushes you further back, licking a stripe up your tip and across a vein. You have to stop yourself from cumming embarrassingly quick

Wednesday keeps giving your shaft long kitten-licks and you’re in heaven when she finally decides to suck your tip with a new type of hunger.

And due to previous attempts at suppressing your heat by yourself, your cock was absolutely raw at how much you masturbated. It only made Wednesday’s tongue feel even better

She hollows out her cheeks, making your tip hit the back of her throat. This earns a groan from the back of your throat. You didn’t know if touching was allowed due to her track record of broken arms and hands, so you decide to play it safe by just holding onto your bedsheets for dear life

“F-Fuck, I’m about to-“ Before you can finish your sentence, Wednesday pulls away from your cock. The look on your face is something Wednesday would like to cherish. Your penis was twitching like crazy. It was drooling with pre-cum and the shorter girls saliva. She couldn’t help but admire how you shook under her

“Why’d you stop?” Whining seemed to be a strong suit of yours

“In me.” Wednesday wipes a bit of her saliva off her chin, and you swear it’s the most attractive thing ever “Now.”

“Huh?”

“You know what I mean. Really, do I always have to spell it out for you?”

“You have to cut me some slack here, Wens…”

“I suppose I could provide an understanding for your view. You’re nothing but a dumb pup, are you not? Your kind is known to follow orders.”

“I think you’re confusing me with a domesticated dog, Wednesday”

“If I were to demand you pluck stars from the night, you would, would you not?”

“I mean I would, but for different reasons…”

“My point still stands.” Wednesday mumbles, sinking down on your erection. You don’t remember when she got naked, but you’re also not exactly complaining

The Addams holds onto your shoulders for support, and you hesitate before putting your hands on her hips. Luckily you made the right choice, your warm hands directly polar to Wednesday’s.

It takes a little effort for Wednesday to completely take in your cock, but the stretch is worth it when she sees your labored breathing like she’s the best pussy you’ve ever had. Which, Wednesday wouldn’t admit she was proud of. She could feel every vein on your cock and every twitch made her spiral into thoughts of you

The sight is funny, you think. The Wednesday Addams is impaled on your cock. The Wednesday Addams that saved Nevermore. The Wednesday Addams that was notorious for being gorgeously scary. That Wednesday Addams was riding your dick like her life depended on it.

Skin slapping together was music to your ears, and the feeling in your lower stomach you recognized well was rapidly building up. Wednesday came with a hitch in her breath, and you reluctantly pulled out before releasing your own cum with a groan. Both of you are left breathing hard.

“There will be a silver bullet in your skull if you so much as think about telling anyone about this.” Wednesday mutters in between breaths.

“Duly noted.”

—

You’ve been in this arrangement with Wednesday for about 4 months, now

The first month consisted of a casual fuck here and there. After a particularly hard week, teachers being annoying, or a hard test. It wasn’t difficult to keep your situation away from your friends. For all they knew, you two were still the platonic match-made-in-hell duo that were strictly friends

The second month was a little harder to keep your situation away from your friends. Wednesday would randomly pull you into any empty closet or classroom she could for a quick orgasm to get her through the day

The third month was rough. You two went on dates as you liked to call it, but Wednesday would call them study sessions or hangouts. Trips to Jericho on the weekend, Wednesday helping you with botany, it was practically impossible to separate both of you. Unfortunately your friends became suspicious

So during the fourth month, a new vampire transferred to Nevermore. You were assigned to give her a tour of the school and her classes. When Wednesday saw you two hang out when you’d usually see the Addams, she suspected the tour went better than anticipated. What Wednesday expected to be a minor inconvenience for one day, caused her many unwanted thoughts. It made a vein pop out of her neck. (not literally, but that’s what it felt like)

Wednesday noticed how you two started spending more time together after and during school. Of course there was definitely a reasonable explanation, you were her only friend. Unfortunately a very minuscule part of her brain is telling her you like the new vampire more than the Addams. The thought didn’t sit right with her

You were supposed to be Wednesday’s. You were supposed to only have eyes for the Addams and not some vampire that doesn’t even make you half as happy as her. You would always be Wednesday’s. When you finally realized the vampire wasn’t enough to satiate your needs, Wednesday would be there. She would be there to catch your fall, and the thought made her uncomfortable.

Wednesday Addams, a feared individual that wore her heart tucked under enough layers of blunt sarcasm and a deathly scary look, yet once glance from you sent her spiraling into something between fear and love. She hated it. She hated you. Wednesday hated you for bringing this side out of her she swore to be kept away from the surface of her character.

The Addams couldn’t afford this. You were her weakness. You definitely knew this as well. Unwanted doubt flooded her mind. Thoughts that ended up with you exploiting her only weakness made her heart ache, and not in a way she enjoyed.

You would end up breaking off your relationship with the Addams, leaving her to be made a fool as you were the only one that could do it. The worst part is Wednesday couldn’t even be angry with you. She knew you deserved someone of your own kind. Another werewolf that would understand and satiate your needs. Wednesday would end the arrangement the next time she saw you.

—

“(L/n).”

“Wednesday?” You open up your door with a smile on your face. A sight for sore eyes is what you were.

“We cannot continue our arrangement.”

“What? What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Wednesday wished she could take back her words, but she was doing this to keep herself safe. To make you happy.

“Our late night meetings can no longer continue. I’ve grown uncomfortable with your presence.”

“Wednesday, I-“

“A nuisance is what you are. You’re needy, and you can’t do anything by yourself. You really are just a dumb mutt. You are incapable of doing anything except cling to me like a lost child.” Wednesday spits out, and something akin to regret dawns on her face

Stray tears leave your eyes and you wipe them up as quickly as they fall, but Wednesday notices. She can tell you’re trying to be strong, your quivering lip giving you away

“I’m- I’m sorry you feel that way, Addams.” You say before turning your back on Wednesday, closing the door. Broken sobs escape your throat, and Wednesday brings her hand up to your doorknob. She thinks a little longer before a single tear falls from her eye. She turns to leave instead.

—

Three weeks, nearing four since you’ve last talked to Wednesday. You’ve been out for a week and a half and Wednesday knows exactly why. Since the Addams has been helping with your heats for the past few months, you haven’t needed to request for more suppressants. Neither you nor Wednesday knew why your heats were commonly hell-ish and lasted for weeks without the suppressants you desperately needed

Really, she could picture you right now. You would’ve found the boxers that created the least amount of friction, and you’d be whimpering and whining while your tail rapidly thumped against the bed mattress. Finding the nearest thing to bite, which usually happened to be your bed frame, you’d sink your teeth into the cold wood and find a splinter on your tongue the next time you brushed your teeth. Rinse and repeat until you eventually fell asleep or Wednesday saved you from your own body

It was pathetic how much you constantly needed Wednesday…and consequently, how much Wednesday needed you.

Disgusting is the only word Wednesday can choose when thinking of how much space in her mind you took up. She was seated in the Quad while eating an apple and contemplating her life. Which, was not in an ideal situation.

“I know you want to talk to her, Wednesday” Enid takes a seat near the shorter girl

“I do not.”

“I know for a fact you didn’t mean what you said. Unfortunately, you’re too stubborn to realize it”

“She has that new girl, does she not?”

“For the last time, Wednesday, they aren’t dating”

“They may as well be. The two are practically attached at the hip”

“So were you two, but then you decided to fuck it all up and haven’t talked to her since” Enid groans. This is was going to be harder than she thought

“Wednesday, you know how much I love you, right?”

“Annoyingly so.”

“Not-so-respectfully, you fucked up really bad. I know you didn’t mean it, but would you rather see her kiss another girl, or would you rather be the girl she kisses?”

The question makes Wednesday hesitate, and relief washes over Enid. Did she want to be with you? She mentally scoffs at the thought. The Wednesday Addams uncharacteristically soft for a girl. Outrageous. Disgusting. Absolutely unheard-

“Well, it seems you have your answer. Talk to her right now, ‘kay?” Enid knew her roomie would do the right thing even if it was gut wrenchingly difficult

The shorter girl only responds with a grumble, but it’s enough of an answer for Enid to skip away and continue being the social butterfly she was. Wednesday was going to… apologize to you. Just thinking of the word made her recoil, but it was you she was going to. As much as Wednesday didn’t like apologizing, she didn’t want to admit the thought of being away from you any longer was the worse option

She was almost in the same exact situation almost five months ago. Only this time you were sad, and it was Wednesday’s job to make you feel better (in more ways than one)

It didn’t take long getting to your dorm. She knew all of the correct routes and shortcuts to take. Wednesday was met with a tightly locked door and a knob that had collected dust after the past week and a half. She brought a hand to the door, knocking loudly

The Addams was only met with silence. That is, silence, with the exception of stray whines and whimpers

“It’s Wednesday.” Silence again.

“I know you’re in there. Ignore me and I’ll find other means to see you.” More silence

“You’ve made your decision.” The shorter girl sighs, taking a lock pick from her uniform pocket. Why she had a lock pick? For important situations like these, of course

When Wednesday finally managed to unlock your door, she noticed how you looked considerably worse than the first time the Addams decided to help you with your heat

What Wednesday didn’t expect was you fully naked sprawled on your bed. Bite marks littered your bed frame and a chew toy Wednesday bought to mock you, but it ended up being somewhat helpful. A low quality fan spun, only making your scent waft around the room even more. An air freshener was mentally added to her list of things to buy

“Go away, Wednesday.” You growled. You never growled. “If you’re here to mock me and call me a nuisance, I’d recommend you leave”

��I came to help.”

“You’ve full of bullshit, aren’t you?”

“I’m not lying, Y/n.”

“Go away, Wednesday, I’m not going to say it again.” The Addams only took this as an invitation to step closer to your bed where you were laying face down and a light blanket to cover your ass

When you only heard footsteps near, something inside you snapped. You were a werewolf. Not a puppy that said please with a tail between your legs. No, you would make Wednesday leave. Also you were sexually frustrated while in heat, so that was definitely fuel to your sour mood

Before she could register what had happened, you pinned the smaller girl to the floor. Your pupils contracted into small circles while there was a permanent snarl on your face

“I said, go away.” Your erection accidentally brushes against Wednesday’s thigh, and she was suddenly aware of how much self control you had for not already relentlessly stuffing the shorter girl full of your cum

“Knot me, cucciola.”

When the words leave Wednesday’s mouth, something in you changes. You’re overcome with sinful thoughts, and your cock starts to drool with precum at the image of Wednesday being full of you. It’s sinful, truly

“Is that why you came here? Just to be bred?”

“No, but it seems my words are working. You’re incredibly hard.” The shorter girl grabs your erection, jerking you off roughly

“Puppy.”

“Don’t… don’t call me that.” You say in between moans. Wednesday starts to sit up, and your back meets the side of your bed frame

“Cucciola wants to breed?”

“F-Fuck you.”

“We’re getting there, mi sol” The pet name accidentally slips, but you’re far too blissed out to notice

“She can’t make you feel as good as me, can she?”

“W-What? Who are you talking about?”

“You know who. The vampire that can’t get her hands off you.”

“Wednesday, we’re no-“ The shorter girl only started to stroke you faster. Her hand barely fit around your cock, but it still felt like heaven

“I don’t- I don’t like her that way” You say in between moans. Your orgasm was nearing and Wednesday knew this. She slowed down her pace, and you whined at the sudden loss of stimulation

“Knot me.”

“Huh?”

“Show me you don’t like her the way you like me.” You only notice your proximity after she speaks. Your noses are only inches apart. Wednesday’s eyes flick down to your lips, and you quickly close the distance

Wednesday was an addiction. Nicotine, acid, weed, none of it compared to how you felt while kissing Wednesday. You’d get drunk off her taste and crave it until she was in your arms once again. It was hell without her

When the shorter girl accidentally grinds on you, a surge of lust runs through your body. You quickly pick her up with your lips still attached to hers and take off her skirt. You couldn’t go another second without being in Wednesday

Sinking her onto your hardened erection, you let out a gasp of pleasure when her velvety walls stretch at your intrusion. You’re holding up her body by her thighs, and Wednesday just wishes you’d go faster.

“Cucciolo, ti amo.” The Addams moans when she looks down to see she’s only taken half of your length in her pussy. The sight is rather lewd, Wednesday thinks. Your cock is absolutely dripping with pre-cum when you push yourself further in her

“Mierda. Más, cachorro. Tan bueno para mi.” Wednesday slips into her native tongue. You haven’t seen her like this any other time she’s… helped you out

Bringing your lips to hers again, you decide to be in control when you push your tongue into her mouth. Eyes half lidded, bangs sticking to her forehead, and hair a bit disheveled, you think she’s never been prettier.

You let Wednesday rest a bit before sinking your cock deeper into her cunt, and the Addams ends up scratching you hard enough small amounts blood start to drip down your back. The sensation takes you by surprise. Accidentally bucking your hips up further into Wednesday, the girl lets out a groan as she fully takes your length in her pussy.

Placing her on the bed, you notice a tiny bulge in her stomach. You decide to be bold. Pressing your thumb against the intrusion, you hear a sound you’ve never heard before

Wednesday whimpers at your touch.

You do it again.

Her cunt squeezes around your cock, making it harder for you to keep thrusting. But you’re a wolf in heat and Wednesday is incredibly horny, so you continue your movements.

“Sh-She’ll never- she’ll never be as good as you, Wens…” An unexpected growl comes from deep within your throat

“No one can take my cock as good as you…” You’re thrusting considerably faster when Wednesday looks back down at where you two meet. The scenario folding out is a sight for sore eyes, the Addams thinks. You, feeding into your primal urges like it’s an unstoppable beast; and Wednesday willingly taking it in however she can.

“Cara mia.”

“Mine… mine all mine. No one else but mine…” You whimper a little pathetically, but the girl below you is only focused on your thrusts. Her cold hands find their way to your back again, leaving a trail of blood behind

“Yours, puppy. All yours.” Wednesday feeds into your possessive behavior. She knows she shouldn’t, but with you thoughts of reason leave her head and are replaced with thoughts of you

“Were you serious about the knotting, Wens?”

“Deathly.”

“Are you- mph~ sure? It’s kinda big…” The girl under you looks down again, and your ever growing knot seems to just be getting bigger and bigger. Even horny out of your mind, you still wanted to make sure your mate was alright.

…you decide to ignore that thought.

Your eyes were trained on how your erection stretched out Wednesday. Her pussy would be yours, and yours alone. Nobody would make her feel as good as you did. You’d make sure she wouldn’t need anyone else’s cock but yours.

A breathy moan erupts from your throat when you start to actively try to push your knot into Wednesday

“Relax for me Wens, it’ll never go in unless you want it too” You feel her tensed under your touch, but your words are enough for her to relax

Every thrust you get closer, until you eventually start to reach your peak. You can tell Wednesday is too. Her hair is messy and both of your bodies are littered with marks of possession.

“I-I’m so close Wens…” Are the last words you say before succeeding in pushing your knot into the Addams girl. You cum inside of Wednesday’s pussy, and the swell of your knot inside her is enough for Wednesday to cum impaled on your cock. The feeling of being full is an experience Wednesday wished she did with you far sooner.

You wiggle your hips to seemingly get more comfortable inside of Wednesday, but the movement only makes her moan. She was sensitive as hell.

“…was that enough proof I like you more than I like her?”

“More than enough, (Y/n).”

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday (2022)#jenna marie ortega #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #wednesday x y/n

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sy-on-boy · 7 months ago

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Spy x Family Damianya Manga Guide

This is mostly for myself to keep track because I keep on forgetting their chapters :D

(Paraphrased, brief summaries)

[Last updated: 6 March 2025, Chapter 112 Part 2]

Chapter 8: Eden beginnings, Damian thinks Anya has a crush on him and looks cute, Anya punches Damian

Chapter 9: Damian stares at Anya in class and blushes, Anya apologizes to Damian, he develops a crush on her

Volume 2 omake: Damian’s original design is reviewed, but he looked too much like his dad so the editor requested to make him cuter. All of Damian’s notes are blacked out except for one saying he likes Anya

Chapter 15: Dodgeball chapter. Damain wants to become an Imperial Scholar or else his father won’t notice him. Anya says she doesn’t like Damian because he’s mean to her.

Chapter 16: Anya gets her first Stella by saving a drowning kid, Damian is jealous.

Chapter 17: Damian defends Anya's star from people saying she is undeserving of one. Anya learns Damian has a dog starts planning to get a dog for Plan B.

Chapter 23: Anya tells Damian she owns a dog. Damian doesn't care, but in the end indulges her by asking what's the dog's name.

Chapter 25: the Arts and Crafts/ paper Griffin chapter. "If they have love, they can soar through the sky!"

Chapter 26: Midterms exam, Damian makes Anya's signature face to tease her.

Chapter 28: George chapter, Anya defends Damian when George attempts to defame him.

Chapter 36: Anya and Becky go on their shopping trip. Damian sees Anya's smile and blushes.

Chapter 37: Imperial Scholar meetup. Anya convinces Damian to find his father.

Chapter 38: Damian admits that it's not like he hates Anya but gets flustered afterwards.

Chapter 42: The macaron/ Old Maid chapter. Anya panics when Damian wonders if she can read minds. Damian purposefully picks the wrong card because he can read Anya's face. Anya offers half of her macaron to Damian and he refuses.

Family Portrait light novel spin off, Novel Mission 1: Anya and Damian hold hands while hiding from the rain in a cave.

Chapter 61: The handkerchief chapter. Anya lets Damian borrow her handkerchief and gets a bolt in his place. Seeing this, Damian wants to tell the truth, but Anya stops him. Damian claims that the "A" monogrammed on his handkerchief is the "A" in "Damian". Anya mistakenly thinks Damian is going to pay her back with cake.

Chapter 66: Anya learns Yor knows Melinda and starts a battle of the friendship schemes. Becky gives Anya a yakisoba burger to hold in her mouth and instructs her to bump into Damian. Damian avoids her but the burger ends up on his head.

Chapter 67 Part 1: Anya pesters Damian about the cake and tells them their mom are friends. Damian thinks about his preschool secrets and Anya thinks she's getting some good Sy-on boy gossip.

Chapter 69: Start of bus hijacking arc. Damian prepared cake for Anya but his friends eat it before he can give it to her.

Chapter 70: Anya and Becky hatch a plan to tell the outside world they're being held hostage. A concerned Damian throws them a note asking them what they're doing. They tell him and Damian offers to be the distraction. Anya tosses their SOS message outside the window and is caught, and the terrorists place a bomb around her neck.

Chapter 71: Anya learns the bomb is fake. The terrified thoughts from her classmates overwhelm her, and Damian mistakenly thinks Anya is scared. Damian tells the hijackers to attach the bomb to him instead ("The bomb on her neck, attach it to me instead!"). They put another (fake) bomb on Damian without removing Anya's. Damian is terrified, so Anya holds his hand to reassure him it'll be okay.

Chapter 75: After they get off the bus, Damian apologies to Anya for making fun of her. Anya responds by saying Damian was "super cool" as well. She says Damian offering to take the bomb for her was a "hero move". Damian calls them friends. He reveals to Anya that he barely has a relationship with his parents.

Chapter 76: Anya reflects on meeting Melinda and thinks Damian's family is weird. Anya becomes popular for her heroics. Becky teases Damian about him getting jealous that someone is going to take Anya away. He shivers at the thought, then vehemently denies it. He insults Anya and she gets teary-eyed, so he says sorry and he'll bring some candy to make up for it.

Chapter 78.5 / Short Mission 10: Ewen and Anya get excited about space exploration and play together. Damian gets jealous and claims "When I'm a politician, I'll make it so people can take trips to the moon whenever they want". Anya seemingly doesn't hear him.

Chapter 88: Cake chapter. Damian decides to repay the handkerchief debt by giving Anya "the most elite tea cakes ever made, intended for royalty". Damian is embarrassed by the debt wants to do it in secret. Anya reads his mind and passes him a note telling him to meet her alone during break. Emile and Ewen assume she wants to fight Damian. Becky thinks it's romantic. Damian and Anya run away from their friends. Damian gets annoyed and thinks about tossing the cakes. Anya holds onto his arm and says "I don't want you to go! (Without giving me the cakes)". Damian is about to give Anya the cakes when Henderson confiscates the cakes and sends them to detention. They eat the tea cakes during detention. Damian wonders why Anya asked him to come alone if it wasn't to fight and Anya gets creeped out by his mental image of her.

Chapter 95: End of class gala. Beforehand, Anya asks Damian to dance and he refuses. At the dance, Anya and Damian both have multiple people asking them for a dance. Loid is secretly at the party. Anya reads his mind and hears that Loid wants her to pick whoever she wants to dance with. Anya declares she wants to dance with Damian.

Chapter 96: Ewen and Emile start a series of challenges in which the winner will get to dance with Damian. Anya finishes the first challenge with help from Loid, which concerns Emile and Ewen. Damian tells them they do this fair and square. The final challenge is a Damian trivia quiz which Anya gets points because she can read minds. Anya wins when she correctly answers who Damian loves the most— his father (seemingly without using her powers). They dance together. Anya tells him her father made her practice with him. Damian says he was taught by an instructor and admits to her that her family sounds nice. When Damian accuses Anya of reading minds because she knew specific trivia about him, Anya confesses that yes, she can read minds. Damian doesn't believe her.

Chapter 104: Damian asks if Jeeves is blabbering to his mother about "weird stuff" such as Anya.

Chapter 107: Winter festival chapter. The Forgers go to the festival and meet up with the Eden kids and their parents/caretakers.

Chapter 108: Anya tells fortune teller Melinda that she wants to be friends with Damian even though she "hates him because he bullies her". Anya tells Damian that his mom loves him too.

Chapter 112 Part 1: Anya and Damian are in the same class (Class F) for language studies.

Chapter 112 Part 2: Damian looks shocked when Anya attracts the attention of two boys.

#spy x family #damianya #damian desmond #anya forger #masterpost #spy x family spoilers

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saturnsbabyboii · 2 years ago

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🐸Astro Observations Since School is About to Start🐸

🐸 Taurus and Leo are indistinguishable from one another. They both love the finer things in life and value self care and a hedonistic style of living. Besides they both have that regal star quality (Think of Audrey Hepburn and Lucille Ball). The only difference is that Taurus takes the slow and steady route to attain such lifestyle and Leo prefers to take risks and a gamble. Anyways ✨OPULENCE✨

🐸 4th house Aquarius/9th house Cancer people might be out of place within their immediate families but find themselves at home among strangers or while traveling.

🐸 Lilith (h12, h13, or h21) Conjunct Chiron are strong indications of sexual exploitation (and possibly abuse). These natives could be taken advantage of by people in powerful positions. Even after displaying their truth, they would be faulted and persecuted while their abuser get celebrated. They could very will be victims turned villains.

🐸 An unaspected Juno suggest a lack of desire for marriage or committed relationships.

🐸 Pluto in the 1st house might have a distinctive scar or birth mark.

🐸 Although people dunk on harsh aspects, I personally view them favorably. These aspect are strong indications of perseverance, resilience, power, intelligence and grace. People with more Squares and/or Oppositions in their chart are capable and self aware, all the challenges they face early on bring them a better and higher understanding of the world, and not to mention, many rewards down the line.

🐸 With that being said, people with Ceres Opposite Moon might be particularly hard on themselves. Believing that they would be a burden and that they hold responsibility to keep it together for others, they don't ask for help nor do they accept it when it's offered. It's important for them to practice gratitude and self appreciation.

🐸 Vesta aspecting few personal planets suggests a person with a one track mind, or a very narrow view of their own life and purpose. However, someone with multiple aspects made between Vesta and personal planets suggests someone with turbulent and changing prospects.

🐸 Conversely, someone with no (or only one) aspects made to their Vesta might not care about the meaning of life or simply take an easy going point of view towards things.

🐸 Moon in a harsh aspect to a harmoniously aspected Venus and/or Mars are people that have all the qualities of a good partner but can't seem to commit or make up their mind regarding their relationships. This could also be an indication of being happier when single.

🐸 During the last Full Moon in Pisces, my sister that has a Pisces Moon ended up having surgery.

🐸 Placements in Water degrees (4°,8°,12°,16°,20°,24°,28°) suggest karma and karmic debt or relations in the theme of the placement.

🐸 The degree of Venus can also suggest when will you feel comfortable dating authentically. The higher the degree the later in life it'll be.

🐸 Continuing on the theme of degrees, take note of the following degrees in the chart (especially for natal, synastry and solar return). The degrees are

Creation/New beginnings: 0°,4°,21°

Critical: 13°,17°,26°

Destruction: 15°,22°,23°

Completion: 29°

🐸 Check asteroid Bakker (27425) to know more about the circumstances of when you lose your virginity. Bakker means virgin in Arabic. Regardless of your stance or idea regrading the concept of virginity, you might find insight into either your first sexual experience.

🐸 Asteroid Egeria (13) represents the knowledge we learn by giving service or sacrificing in return. The sign it's in represent the kind of information, the house and aspects represent the method, purpose and teacher of this knowledge. For example, I have a friend with Egeria in Aries in the 2nd house, in aspect to Jupiter and Uranus. She learned about money, finance, self esteem, and asset flow through a mentor (Jupiter) and the internet (Uranus). She in return had to manage her money flow and expenses realistically (Aries in the 2nd house).

🐸 Another friend of mine had the asteroid in Sagittarius in the 10th house, in aspect to the ascendant. She learned how her career, image and aspiration are tied to her appearance and approach to things through mirroring (Ascendant). She had to in return manage her authenticity and be careful of who and how she express her opinion publicly (Sagittarius in the 10th house).

🐸 It is no surprise that the most common Sun sign among Popes is Pisces followed by Sagittarius. Capricorn is the most common Moon sign. Aquarius is the most common Mercury. Gemini is the most common Saturn, and Pisces, Gemini and Leo share the same spot as the most common sign in Jupiter.

🐸 Saturn in the mutable houses (3rd, 6th, 9th, 12th) might inherit hereditary illnesses. The 3rd and the 9th suggests developmental setbacks, and issues in attachment and communication. The 6th house suggests physical effects while the 12th suggests mental. Even though the 6th house manifests into physical ailments, the 12th house implies hospitalization and chronic illness from a young age.

🐸 The placement of Pisces and Neptune in the houses along with the state of the 12th house and placement of it's ruler can tell many things about someones' dreams. For example, my friend has Pisces in the 2nd house, Neptune in the 1st house, Capricorn in the 12th and Saturn in the 3rd. (Pisces in the 2nd and Ruler of the 12th is in the 3rd house) She dreams a lot about school, even though she is 25, driving, walking around, buying things, talking to people, listening to music and walking around our city. (Capricorn in the 12th) Her nightmares usually have a state of humiliation and shame. She also finds herself in dream where she is feeling helpless. (Neptune in the 1st) She receives messages through a state of 'Deja Vu' and channels it through the prediction of things.

🐸 Moon Conjunct Chiron 🤝 Mommy issues

🐸 The first impression a rising sign leaves is due to the MC than the rising sign alone. The MC rules public image and reputation, as such it influences the way we're seen by people, regardless of whether we know them or not. For example, an Aquarius rising uniqueness and reputation is supported and diversified by its MC. Although in the whole sign system the MC is in Scorpio, using the Placidus system the MC can also fall in Libra and Sagittarius. This showcases how an Aquarius rising can be perceived as a humanitarian in reputation and ethereal in appearance (Libra MC), or as a provoking trailblazer with an edgy and dark appearance (Scorpio MC), or as an enthusiastic advocate with an alienlike appearance (Sagittarius MC).

🐸 North Node in Fire signs have that "main character" energy.

-Thank you for reading. Hope you it resonates and you enjoyed it.

#astrology #astro observations #astrology notes #astro notes #astrology observations #astrology houses #astrology aspects #asteroid astrology #asteroids astrology #astro placements #astro posts #astrology asteroids #astrology posts #astrology signs

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forsaken-headcanons · 2 months ago

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SOME HEADCANONS :33

1. Noob was female before becoming Genderfluid,, yesyes I Headcanon that Party Noob is them before they came out.

2. They came out to their parents right before becoming forsaken, the coming out didnt go so well so they ended up running away. The parents eventually accepted Noob's identity, making a “missing” poster for them and using their correct pronoun. The parents regret not accepting them sooner. ( Noob genuinely thought their parents hadn't accepted them during their time in forsaken, before seeing that missing poster in the lobby / cabin. )

3. Elliot was one of the first people to arrive at the cabin, 007n7 was second, Twotime was third, Noob was the fourth!!, Chance was the fifth, Guest 1337 was Sixth, Shedletsky and Builderman was Seventh and eighth, TAPH was the ninth, and duskesar was the final one!!

4. The Npcs are canon in the lobby, but!! The surviours don't think much of them since they don't talk much. Robloxians and Npcs are different from each other. ( Robloxians Were built different, you see.. )

5. Mafiso's group are actually a group of survivors too and are jst, beefing with the other group since chance was one of them. ( Pre-forsaken. )

The Spectre has the groups separated from each other and live from across each other. ( yk how if you walk outside of the uhh.. cabin inside the lobby and go to the docks?, you can see an island in the distance. I hc that that's where Mafiso's group live at. They CAN cross over to where Our group is but it's rlly far so they don't really bother going over. )

The only times they cross over to our group, it's when Mafiso is REALLY pissed off ( normally after rounds. ) or if their planning on stealing from our group.

The spectre makes them have rounds with each other. ( Mostly rare, this is actually how the groups found out about each other's existence. )

Mafiso has Personal connection with the Spectre ( 😱😱😱 ) and so, bc of that, Mafiso sometimes talks to our group's killers.

6. Elliot also has personal correction with the Spectre...

7. Elliot greets everyone when they first arrived. ( Exception to 007n7 as they were both teleported together and Elliot having a disliking to him. )

8. Elliot actually helped Noob alittle with their transition!! ( Ex: cutting their hair and giving them clothes. )

9. Noob got forsakened on their birthday.

10. Jane Doe and John Doe were Npcs!!, both soon became sentient, because of this, They were turned to surviours.

11. John had a bug in his system which was his arm being all glitchy and stuff, John wanted to cut his arm off to prevent it from corrupting him with a sword but Noob stopped him which eventually became John doe's demise.

12. Noob thinks it's their fault and feel horrible for it, if they hadn't stopped John doe, maybe things would've turned out okay. ( Which kinda is, kinda isn't. John was bound to be corrupted regardless. )

13. The last Guest is actually a movie in the forsaken universe.

14. Noob And Guest 666 used to have plushies of each other. ( Noob still has the plush. )

15. The spectre does have a physical form.

16. Telamon exists !! 😋😋, he's more treated like a Old myth/legend but he did actually existed!!

17. Noob talks in slang sometimes.

18. When everyone arrived in the first round, they weren't sure how their abilities worked and wasn't really sure of what was going on. Noob was the first to die in that round. ( Everyone thought they were gonna die for real, obv. )

19. Surviours respawn but it used to take weeks or days to. Twotime is Mostly the one to respawn immediately. ( The first time they had, they almost went insane though to them thinking all the other survivors were just hallucinations as the others took a long time to respawn. ) however, As the rounds proceeded on, the respawning took alot faster.

20. Noob thinks Jane Doe dislikes them though to the whole John doe situation, often avoiding her or apologizing to her.. ALOT.

what's this..? headcanons for.. for our goat Noob?? is this heaven /silly

NOOO NOOB!! honey no it's okay you didn't know :((

dude imagine how crappy they'll feel when guest 666 gets added as a killer... like. what was once a comforting face sown to the only fragment left of the past now brings more than just tears streaming down their face. no, it too now brings fear, and they can't help but leave it to collect dust, abandoned in the same way their hope for the future had been. guhguihaikuwljdhja can you tell we like noob /silly

#forsaken headcanons #forsaken #forsaken roblox #roblox forsaken #noob forsaken #elliot forsaken #mafioso forsaken #john doe forsaken #jane doe forsaken #the spectre forsaken #telamon forsaken #two time forsaken #mod c00lkidd‼️‼️#dream game #mafioso dream game

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ywpd-translations · 2 months ago

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Ride 818: The red bean!!

Pag 1

2: …. they're coming

3: They swallowed Midosuji

4: and tore that Huge-cchbori off

5: Hakone Academy!! Is getting super close!!

Pag 2

1: With his blood redder than anyone's

Pag 3

1: with a heart bigger than anyone's, he runs the fastest and flashily!!

Pag 4

1: 1700m left until the finish line!!

They passed the 2km point!!

They're entering Beppu City!!

2: Everyone in the chasing group swallowed Kyoto Fushimi and they're now chasing Sohoku's Naruko who's running alone!!

3: The distance is shortening so fast!!

It's 100m.... 50m!!

Pag 5

1: It's only a matter of time!! They're gonna catch Sohoku!!

Pag 6

1: Sohoku's Naruko

Going ahead alone was just a brave move...!! Even though I was surprised when you jumped ahead at 5km left...!!

2: Alright, a quiz for you, Yuuto

Huh

Again? Even though I just pointed it out earlier

3: In how many meters do I plan on catching him!?

4: Ugh!! Isn't that just up to you to decide!?

Pag 7

1: It's 300m!!

Pag 8

3: Hakone Academy is accelerating again!!

They're gonna catch Sohoku!!

4: So this time you give the answer so quickly!!

Pag 9

2: I caught you!!

Don't push yourself, I'll make it easy for you!!

3: 1500m left until the finish line!!

Pag 10

1: Sohokuu!!

Do your best, red guy!!

They'll catch him soon...

Pedal..!!

3: Oi oi, just when I thought Kyofushi's wave had calmed down

4: Next is Hakogaku!?

5: Seriously?

6: What is this... I really am popular!!

7: They're getting closer... they really came so far

8: I've pedaled hard to get here, so my legs are becoming numb

You think....

Pag 11

4: you can catch me for sure!! Hakogaku-san!!

You basically caught me already!!

Pag 12

1: Me!!

4: Naruko's

5: aura has changed!!

Pag 13

1: Bikes have to fight against opponents, terrain, and one more thing – the wind!!

2: To fight the wind, you can't just use your strength

3: It's also important to minimize as much as possible the total area of your body that defies the wind!!

4: You think you got me, Hakogaku-san!?

Move up on the saddle as much as possible

5: Bend your elbows and grasp the handles at the top

6: Lower your body until your legs hit your chest

7: Lower your head and only look forward!!

Pag 14

1: And then, fold your body!!

2: Naruko... Naruko, who is already supposed to be small got even smaller!?

3: The careless moment you thought you got me was fatal

Pag 15

3: Look at this Naruko's killer technique!!

Pag 16

1: The compact transform Naruko Origami!!

Pag 17

1: He'a accelerating!?

2: We were alread about to catch him, and in that situation....

He's small but... he's fast!!

3: Jou-san!!

4: This highway is the national route 10, and it goes from north to south

5: and right here it's

6: a headwind from the south!!

In a headwind section....

Pag 18

1: the smaller the section, the fastest you are!!

2: We're being left behind!!

Don't tell me he even took into account this wind!?

3: Haven't you heard? If you don't know, I'll tell you, Four-eyes-Jou....

4: The speedman of Naniwa...

Pag 19

1: is a friend of the wind!!

3: Amazing! Sohoku is slowly leaving them behind again!

What's with that form!! He's small!! He's so small!!

Amazing!

He's small and flashy!!

Pag 20

1: Jou-san, the plan of catching him in 300m is over!!

2: I know!!

My calculations went awry!!

3: You're amazing, Naruko...

4: Last year, you

5: you lost to Hakone Academy because of the difference in your reach

And no matter how hard you try, there are difference that can't be changed

6: It must have been so frustrating

7: Naruko, this year you're on that same first stage

Pag 21

1: but this time, with that small body, you outwit Hakone Academy!!

Pag 22

1: That's Naruko Shoukichi!!

So he kept this special killer technique until now!!

2: Naruko use the fact that he's a “bean”....!!

3: Amazing

4: 1000m left!!

5: Keep going like this, Naruko!!

6: Until the finish line!!

Pag 23

2: I can hear the cheers from the other side's of the park's trees!!

Yeah!!

Naruko-saaaan!!

Narukoooo!!

3: Go, go Naruko!! Keep going like this...!!

That small style is so cool!!

4: Just now Naruko is running on the other side of that goal gate!!

Pag 24

1: The other side of the goal gate!!

3: The park separated the harbor with the gate from the national highway

You have to pass the position of the goal gate and then turn around

4: This year's Inter high's first day's finish line, once they pass the 1km mark it's a technical section

Pag 25

1: The race turns around twice, turns around by 180° and then turns towards the finish line!!

Pag 26

2: Cornering skills, speed, and technique

3: Intuition for the race

Physical

4: And luck!!

Pag 27

1: The one who is superior in all of this will win!!

#yowapeda #yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #yowamushi pedal manga #ride 818 #oh i want naruko to win SO BAD #he deserves a win in the inter high!! let him wiiiin

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gayofthefae · 2 months ago

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Expanding on this post and how by his own account, Mike does not believe in love at first sight. He doesn't even believe in love in the first week.

He believes that love can grow from there but that at the first week, what you have is a crush.

I do not think Mike's one-week crush lasted a year after he last saw her. I think his guilt did. And I think his grief did.

Mike used El as a means to find Will throughout the week, making his priorities clear, and at the end of the week, she sacrificed himself. He never asked her to do that or would have, but I'm sure part of him feels responsible nonetheless. With that survivor's guilt, he idolized - martyrized - their every interaction. She was always understanding and whatever is wrong would be right if she were just here right now again. He holds onto her memory and holds out just in case what he thought he saw of her was real and she is still alive.

But at the end of the day...he hasn't spoken to her in a year. And he was not in love with her. Joyce loved Bob and she asked out Hopper 6 months later. And by his own account, Mike doesn't believe it's possible for him to have loved her in that situation. So how could he have held onto those feelings for 12 months?

Simple answer, he didn't. He held onto their relationship. He held onto his care for her. He held onto his grief. He held onto his guilt. He held onto the idealized image of her he had in his head...But none of those are romantic feelings.

Simply put, Mike got over her in that time. And I'm sure he felt very guilty for it (see: Mike's Bassment Beats track 8 "absence makes the heart lose weight" "when love breaks down, the things you do to stop the truth from hurting you" "the lies we tell, they only serve to fool ourselves"). But with that, he was even more capable of falling for Will. Not just that, but much more strongly than he had for El. El met for the first time then had a week to develop feelings for. Will he had already known for 8 years and had up to a year for those feelings to grow. No wonder they're still lingering, haunting. (note: immediately following the above song falling out of love on his playlist is a song about being unable to stop yourself from falling in love with someone). He feels guilty for getting over El and who knows his awareness level on the feelings he had for Will, but he felt them, whether he had the name for it or not.

Then El came back. And he tries. And maybe he's able to develop those romantic feelings again but my theory is...he's not this time. He didn't move on from her, but he did get over her. After a year, he held out, but he was holding out for his friend. Because the friendship they built was great, but crushes are more fragile. His crush went away. And I think it didn't come back.

She tries to kiss him and he doesn't lean in, he doesn't even look down.

But from there, he is a victim of something so many of us are and have been. He wanted the Snow Ball more than anything, idealized in his grief, it was their beautiful plan. But he doesn't want it anymore...and of course, that's when it comes. Like most people, he takes it. It's all he wanted. He refuses to believe it's too late. He wills himself to want it again.

But we can see when we catch up with him in season 3...he doesn't.(see: Mike's Bassment Beats tracks 16 and 17 - an aimless relationship that you stay in despite the spark being gone)

Mike and El are laughing together when Eleven tells him she wishes he were still there - making out with her. I've also said before that this is the only possible "value change" in this scene and justification for it being included: we see his face fall and he becomes grumpy. After this, we see him enter the next scene irritable, tense, and unwilling to talk about El (when just before, he had been carefree and laughing)

That is my timeline. Mike had a crush on El. A year will make you get over any crush, let alone when another one is developing - and has the time to develop into love itself, whether you know it or not. When El comes back, he gets back together with her in the hopes that that spark will find him again, but it doesn't. And his love for Will grows, as does his fear of it, until in season 4, Will makes him not so afraid anymore. And that is when he is victimized by circumstance. He doesn't want El to die. And after she lives and they see what's become of Hawkins and Max, he doesn't want to leave her or even just add change to her life in any way on top of her existing grief. So he puts it off. As we know now, for a year and a half - until November 1987.

When I am very curious to see what inciting incident prompts this decision to come back up.

My take is that we last saw Mike have feelings for El in November, 1983.

God, the angst. The self torture. The self-"repair" attempts. The last time Mike had feelings for El was November, 1983.

This happened in March, 1986:

He is still with her as of November 1987.

I hope he's finding peace in between, as queer people have for centuries <3

#elmike analysis #mike wheeler #mike sexuality analysis #stranger things #byler

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snowysosturn · 4 months ago

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Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 24

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Warnings: Angst, tension, feeling of betrayal

After I booked the flight, I burst into tears.

Everything from the last few days hits me all at once. The betrayal, the anger, the exhaustion of holding myself together when all I’ve wanted to do is fall apart. I pull my hands over my face, my shoulders shaking as I let out a broken cry.

I don’t know how long I sit like that, curled up on the edge of the bed, drowning in emotions I don’t have the energy to sort through. But then there’s a knock on the door.

I stiffen, holding my breath.

No.

Not now.

I can’t do this again.

"Matt, I don’t want to talk." I call out, my voice strong but shaky.

The door opens anyway.

But it’s not Matt.

It’s Nick.

I blink up at him through blurry vision, quickly wiping at my damp cheeks. He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches me with concern, his brows drawn together.

"Are you okay?" he asks finally, his voice softer than I expect.

I exhale, shaking my head. "No" I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m leaving in the morning."

Nick stands there, frozen, his demeanour shifting from concern to pure shock. "What do you mean?" he asks, sounding almost confused.

I swallow hard, before taking a deep breath. "I booked a flight home" I say quietly. "Early tomorrow morning."

His brows furrow. "You’re serious?"

I nod, wiping at my face. "I can’t sit here and take it anymore Nick." My voice shakes, but I push through. "I genuinely think I’m in love with Matt, and seeing him with someone else..it kills me. Every time. It’s like this constant, suffocating pain, and I just.. I need space. And I won’t get that until I leave here."

Nick watches me carefully, his face softening as the reality of my words sinks in.

After a moment, he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "I get it" he says, his voice quieter now. "I really do."

His understanding almost breaks me all over again, because a part of me expected him to insist I stay. But he doesn’t. He just nods, accepting it.

Nick exhales, shaking his head slightly. “I just want you to know, I think you’re totally valid for feeling this way.” His voice is reassuring. “Anyone with eyes could see how much you care and feel about him. And I think, deep down, he feels the same way about you too. He just.. he’s an idiot.”

I let out a broken laugh, sniffing. “Yeah tell me something I don’t know.”

Nick gives me a small smile but then turns serious again. “You don’t deserve this, Y/n. Any of it. You’ve put up with so much, and honestly? If leaving is what you need to do, then I respect it. You gotta do what’s best for you.”

His words hit something deep in my chest, and I nod, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. “I just can’t keep putting myself through this, I know it's only 4 more days, but I can't bare it.” I whisper.

Nick nods like he completely understands. “I get it.” He pauses for a second before tilting his head toward my half packed suitcase. “You want some help?”

I hesitate for a moment, then nod. “Yeah. That would be nice.”

Without another word, Nick starts helping me fold my clothes, working in silence beside me. It’s not awkward or forced, just quiet, comforting.

Nick finishes folding one of my dresses and places it neatly in my suitcase before glancing at me. His expression is hesitant, like he’s debating whether to say something.

“Hey..” he starts softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know you probably just want to be alone, but.. would it be okay if I stayed in here tonight?”

I blink at him, caught off guard. “You don’t have to do that, Nick.”

“I know” he says quickly. “I just.. I don’t want you to be alone right now.” He exhales, his voice quieter now. “And I would like to spend some time with you before you go..”

His words hit me in a way I didn't expect. The past few days have been hell, and right now, the idea of lying in bed alone, spiraling in my thoughts, seems unbearable.

“Yeah” I whisper. “I’d like that.”

Nick gives me a small, relieved smile and nods. “Alright. Let me just grab a few things.”

He steps out of the room for a moment, and I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the sheets as I try to ground myself again. But when Nick returns, he doesn’t say anything, he just sets his things down and climbs onto the other side of the bed, careful to give me space.

For a long moment, neither of us speak. We just lie there, staring at the ceiling.

“Thank you.” I murmur eventually.

Nick turns his head slightly toward me. “For what?”

“For being here.”

“Always.”

And with that, we both turn over and go to sleep.

The staggering sound of my alarm pulls me out of sleep early the next morning, and for a moment, I forget where I am. But the feeling in my chest quickly reminds me. I take a deep breath before slipping out of bed as quietly as I can.

Nick is still asleep beside me, I don’t wake him. He’s done enough already, more than he probably realises.

I grab my hoodie from the chair and step out onto the balcony, wrapping my arms around myself as the Hawaiian air takes over me. The view is still breathtaking, the sun rising over the ocean. It looks peaceful, like nothing has changed. But everything has.

I lean against the railing, as I take it all in one last time. This trip was supposed to be fun. A chance to escape, to let loose, to make memories. And I did, I made memories. But not the kind I wanted.

Instead of leaving here with a full heart, I’m leaving with it scattered around this island.

I swallow the lump in my throat trying to push down the ache in my chest. I’m sad that it’s ending like this, that I’m running instead of staying. But what choice do I have? Staying means more pain, more heartbreak. And I’ve had enough of that to last a lifetime.

This place will be a memory soon. A bittersweet one.

I close my eyes, letting the breeze brush against my skin one last time. Then, with a final glance at the horizon, I turn and step back inside. It’s time to go.

Nick stirs in the bed, shifting under the sheets before sitting up. He blinks at me, half awake, but he doesn’t say anything right away. Instead, he gets up and walks over, pulling me into a tight hug without a word.

I close my eyes, sinking into the comfort of it, of him just knowing that I need this right now. No questions, no trying to make me stay, just support.

"You’ll let me know when you get to the airport?" he says against my hair. "And when you land?"

I nod against his chest, my throat too tight to speak.

Nick pulls back slightly, his hands resting on my arms as he looks at me. "Promise?"

"Promise" I whisper.

He exhales, nodding once before stepping back. I can tell he doesn’t want me to go, that he wishes there was something he could say to change my mind. But he understands. And that means everything.

With that, I grab my phone and book an Uber, my fingers shaking slightly as I confirm the ride.

I take one last look around the room, my chest tightening at the realisation that this is really it. Then, I say my goodbyes to Nick and grab my suitcase and walk out of the villa for the last time.

I travel through the airport with my head in the clouds, completely lost in thought. I finally board the plane and settle into my seat by the window. As we take off, I stare out the window as the airport fades away beneath me. Watching as I get further and further away from the island.

Just six hours. Six hours of staring at clouds, trapped with my own thoughts and a situation I haven’t even began to process.

I glance at the screen in front of me at the inflight entertainment menu, but I can’t bring myself to scroll through it. It reminds me too much of the flight over here, of sitting next to Matt, watching 10 Things I Hate About You and laughing at the parts we both knew by heart.

I blink hard, pushing the memory away before it can take hold.

My phone has been on airplane mode since the moment I texted Nick from the airport, telling him I was arrived safely. I haven’t checked it since. Haven’t wanted to. The thought of seeing Matt’s name, or worse, not seeing it at all, makes my chest tighten. Right now, I just want to block it all out.

I shift in my seat, leaning my head against the window. The clouds stretch endlessly outside, a blur of white and blue. I should try to sleep. But I know I won’t. Not with everything still sitting heavy on my chest, unresolved and unfinished.

I feel stupid for the way I thought things would be when I would come home. How excited I was to live with Matt now that there was something between us. Who knows, maybe Christina can move in instead.

I landed in LA just before 4pm. It feels strange being back, without the boys, just me. As I wait at baggage claim, I’m surrounded by people, but feel so alone. I stare at everyone, and wonder how their trips went. If anything could be worse than mine. I grab my suitcase, and start weaving through the crowds to make my way outside to find a taxi.

There's one thing that keeps playing on my mind:

I have no idea what my life looks like now.

Matt and I will probably never speak again.

I don’t know if this will affect my job with Chris.

But one thing’s for sure, nothing will ever change with Nick.

Which reminds me, I need to text him.

I take my phone off airplane mode, ready to send him a quick message, but before I can type, my phone dings with a notification.

Chris.

"I’m sorry you feel like you had to leave. Ring me when you land."

I stare at the message, my thumb hovering over the screen. But what am I supposed to say back? I don’t feel like having a conversation right now. Not with Chris. Not with anyone. All I know is that I need to get back to the house and figure out what I’m doing, what comes next.

I lock my phone, gripping the handle of my suitcase a little tighter, and step toward the curb. A taxi pulls up, and without hesitation, I slide into the backseat, giving the driver the house address.

I get to the house, unlock the front door, and step inside. The silence is heavy, only becoming more amplified as I stand here alone. It feels weird being here, even weirder than it was before. It feels like nothing’s changed, but everything has. My footsteps echo as I make my way up the stairs, each step dragging a little more weight behind it.

When I reach the top, I pause in front of the entrance to my makeshift room. As soon as I flip the light switch, the reality of it all hits me hard. Nick and Chris didn’t have to do any of this. They didn’t have to rearrange everything to make me feel comfortable, to make me feel like I belonged here.

And yet, they did.

And it almost makes me feel a sense of guilt.

My eyes land on the AC cooler in the corner, the same one Matt had bought me. The sight of it sends a shiver down my spine. It’s like everything in this room is a constant reminder of where I’ve been, of what I’ve lost. Of how everything has changed in the blink of an eye. I feel my chest tighten, my breath growing shallow as the reality sets in.

I can’t live here.

This room, this house. It’s full of memories I don’t want to revisit, full of people I don’t want to face right now.

I start grabbing whatever clothes are still left in my drawers, shoving them into my suitcase as fast as I can. I don’t care about folding them or making them neat. I just need to get out of here. These clothes, these are what I need the most right now, not the memories attached to anything else in this house.

As I toss a few shirts in, my hand brushes against something soft. I pull it out, and it's Matt’s yellow Ralph Lauren jumper. I hold it up in front of me, my fingers tracing the fabric.

I don’t need this. Not anymore.

I walk down the stairs and move toward Matt’s room. The room holds some weird memories, even standing in the doorway makes me feel weird. His things are neatly arranged, the same posters on the walls, the same clutter on the desk. It all feels so distant now.

I sit on the edge of his bed, staring at the walls, not sure what I’m hoping for. I don’t belong here, and yet, there’s this pull, this ache to hold on to something, anything that feels familiar.

I sit there for a minute, thinking about everything, and it feels unbearable. Then, without warning, the sobs come. Soft at first, then louder, until it feels like the whole world is crumbling around me.

I wipe my eyes and glance down at the jumper in my hands, a final piece of him I won’t take with me. Slowly, I place it on the bed, folding it gently as if I’m saying goodbye.

With one last look around the room, I leave. The door closes shut behind me, and as I walk down the hall, I know that I’ve just closed the door on something that’s never coming back.

I walk back upstairs, my suitcase sitting open in the middle of the room. I stare at it for a long moment, trying to figure out where exactly I’m supposed to go. My options are slim, making it harder to think straight.

I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head and come up with some sort of solution, but the more I think, the more everything feels impossible. There’s no clear path, no easy choice. I’m stuck in a place between moving forward and holding on to what’s behind me, caught somewhere in the middle.

I grab my phone, tapping the screen.

7:26pm.

I know there's one person that can help me out. Maybe I need to put my pride aside for a minute and actually try to get some help. I tap out a quick message, simple and to the point.

Can you do me a favour?

a/n : completely forgot to post this last night sorryyyyy

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lucianachen · 1 month ago

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Prologue - What Happened?

Masterlist

sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs:

𝐀𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧.

𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞/𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫?

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗦𝗙𝗪, 𝗗𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿, 𝗲𝘁𝗰.

𝘈/𝘯 - 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴! 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯�� 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Before we start the story, let me introduce myself first.

Hi! The name's Asphodel Chen, yes if you're wondering I was named after the Fields of Asphodel, you can thank my dear old dad for that.

I was 18 years old....wait 'was'?

Let me explain, so yeah I'm dead:D

You might be asking "Hold up Asphodel, what do you mean 'Dead'?" I mean that I'm dead, like gone, in the underworld dead.... or am I?

Yeah that's what's confusing me too, being a demigod you would think that once you died you'd be in Elysium by now, but nooooo fate decided that my journey is far from done after the two wars I was a part of.

What? back up a sec wars? Yes wars, the 1st one happened when I was 17, also known as The Battle of Manhattan or in which my boyfriend Percy Jackson (son of Poseidon btw) happens to be in the center of a certain great prophecy.

I won't bore you with the details, just know that we defeated kronos and saved the world yada yada yada, now you might be wondering "what about the other war?" Yes yes I'm getting to that part.

You see, dear old mother earth decided to wake up from her sleep and is that bad? Yes terribly so. So fate decided once again to give us demigods one more great prophecy to deal with a few hours after the 1st war happened, something about 8 demigods traveling to defeat said earth and save the world again, you know the usual.

Now here I was battling with a bunch of Giants after both Greek and Roman camps came together to defeat the foe, but somehow fate decided to mess with me.. AGAIN LIKE WTF DUDE SERIOUSLY?!?!?!

Anyways, yep here I am actively bleeding to death while Percy holds me tight...

"Ash...?" He said as he holds me tighter in his arms

"Hey seaweed brain..." I smiled at him, I can feel my life force slipping away, being the daughter of [REDACTED] does have its advantage when you're actively dying.

"Don't talk pretty girl, j-just hold on tight please.... I can't lose you" Oh percy.... As much as I would love to, I can't baby, I'm sorry...

"Percy... It's ok, it's going t-to be ok you hear me?" I gazed up at him eyes full of love and assurance, I knew I wouldn't make it out of this alive, I mean who would when your body has a large hole in the middle of it and some organs are missing.

"Live your life to the fullest for me would you? I love you seaweed bra..in....." I breathe in a final breath as I said my final words to him, the last face I ever saw as I closed my eyes for good this time.

I died yes, but what the hell am I doing here in this void type place? I was supposed to be in the underworld by now, just like all my fellow demigods who have died before me, Castor, Lee, Silena, and Luke.

But no, right now I'm face to face with the Fates...

"Asphodel Chen

Daughter of [REDACTED]

Hero of Olympus

And Lady of the Fields of Asphodel"

"Uhhh hi? What am I doing here? If you don't mind me asking" I quickly backtrack my sentence into something more polite, because you don't and I mean don't want to get on the Fates bad side. Because like hello??? They're the Fates themselves, they see your past, present, and future. They themselves can decide whether or not to cut your cord right now if they want to if you show even an ounce of disrespect to them.

"Your journey is far from over young hero" Clotho said. "Wait what? But I'm dead aren't I?" I replied back.

"Indeed you are young hero, but not all journeys ends once the hero is dead, is that not right?" Lachesis replied to my question, "I mean I guess so? What's going to happen now?" I asked.

"You will be reincarnated, to a time where greek mythology is nothing more than just names written in a history book" Atropos, the last of the fates said.

"You young hero will save this world again, but you will not be alone, you will have companions to be with you as you journey through this new life of yours" Lachesis said once more. "But be warned, for your knowledge of this world can either be it's downfall or it's greatess ascension to what other can only perceived as impossible to attain." Clotho said.

"Hold on what? Knowledge? How can I know what's going to happen if it's from the future???" I asked bewildered by the new information the Fates just gave me. "And what about my friends here? What about Percy?" I asked again more panicked this time.

"That young hero can only be answered in due time, now off you go" Atropos waved her hand, and suddenly I felt the void shake and feel myself get dizzy before everything faded to black once more.

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 28) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27

Chapter 28

When you wake up, you’re on a gurney, being moved through the halls of UA. Your hands aren’t cuffed or tied to the bed, but when you try to sit up, someone’s hand descends on your shoulder and pushes you firmly down. “You went into minor cardiac arrest,” an unfamiliar voice says, and when you glance in its direction, you find UA’s Recovery Girl motoring along at your side. “Since we don’t know the origin of your heart condition, we have to proceed under the assumption that exertion is a factor.”

You had a heart attack? Whatever happened to Tenko, it must have been bad – and he must be really far away from you right now, because even lying still, your body’s under strain. “Where are we going?”

“A strategy meeting.” Recovery Girl doesn’t look at you. She keeps walking, staring straight ahead. “That’s all I know.”

The rest of the journey passes in silence. You don’t recognize the part of UA you’re moving through, or the door that opens to admit you, but once you’re inside, you recognize nearly every person who’s already in the room. Mitsuko and Ryuhei. Manami. A boy you recognize as Endeavor’s youngest son. Uraraka Ochako, hero name Uravity. Kurogiri, or Shirakumo, whichever of them is in charge of the body at this point. All Might and Midoriya. Some guy you don’t recognize with a nine o’clock shadow and a police badge pinned to his shirt. And in a chair next to Kurogiri, arms crossed over his chest with an eyepatch over one eye and a bandaged stum for a right hand, sits Eraserhead.

You really don’t know what you’re looking at. “Um –”

“Saintess, as requested,” Recovery Girl says to All Might. She adjusts your bed to sit you up, then steps through the door after you and shuts it behind her. “I’ll remain here, in case she crashes again.”

“Crashes?” Mitsuko repeats. “What the hell have you people been doing to her?”

“Keeping her alive,” Recovery Girl says, not a little frostily. “Between her last medical checkup and when she was taken into custody, Saintess developed a heart condition.”

“Really?” Manami’s staring hard at you, and you stare back, willing her to keep quiet. You never told Mitsuko or Ryuhei about your quirk, which means that Manami’s the only one here who could spill the beans. “Is she going to be okay?”

“Once we figure out what’s causing it, yes.” Recovery Girl glances briefly at you, then back to All Might. “Perhaps you’d finally like to tell me what this is about.”

“Yes,” All Might says at once. “As you know, the Hero Public Safety Commission was one of the first organizations to be targeted by the Paranormal Liberation Front.”

After what the HPSC did to Kazuo, you’re not shedding any tears over whatever Re-Destro and the others did to them. But Midoriya and All Might are looking at you like it means something, and you don’t have a clue. “Why does that matter?”

“It matters, because it means nobody’s officially in charge of the heroes right now,” Midoriya says. “We’re all trying to work together when we can, but Shigaraki has a quirk that messes with communications equipment –”

“Radio Waves.”

“Yeah, that one. So it’s hard,” Midoriya says. “There’s not really a strategy right now. We’re all just kind of –”

“Midoriya, do you think before you talk?” Eraserhead interrupts sharply. “That’s not the kind of information you should share with your enemy.”

“No offense, but they kind of already know,” Ryuhei says, and Eraserhead turns to glare at him. Ryuhei stares back, unfazed, and you spend a ridiculous second wondering what would happen if Eraserhead tried to use his quirk on someone whose quirk automatically bounces things back. “Anybody who watches you guys knows you’re not operating as a group. Not like her boyfriend’s gang of crazies is.”

“That is true,” All Might agrees hastily. “The point young Midoriya and I were trying to make is that the lack of centralized authority allows us to take actions that might be – er, frowned upon by a governing body like the HPSC.”

“That’s why I’m here,” the police officer says. He looks like he’s about to fall asleep on his feet. “I’ve talked over the plan, and in my capacity as law enforcement, I’m sanctioning it.”

“It’s insane,” Eraserhead says flatly.

“It’s harm reduction,” the officer retorts. “There are too many lives at stake. Let’s start with what we know.”

It’s quiet for a second. Then Uraraka speaks up. “So, um – I talked to Toga –”

“Is she okay?” you demand at once. Uraraka startles. “I’m sorry. I just – is she okay?”

“Um, it kind of depends. On what counts as okay,” Uraraka says. Her eyes are haunted. “According to her, she dropped off the radar on Shigaraki’s orders.”

“Are you sure it was Shigaraki and not All For One?”

“Yeah. She said she can tell,” Uraraka says miserably. “She argued with All For One about something while he was in charge, and the next time Shigaraki got control, he told her to run. He gave her an extra quirk, too – Warp. That’s how she’s been staying ahead of everyone.”

Tomura gave Warp away? Why? “She says it’s not good with them,” Uraraka continues. “All For One hurts Tomura’s body on purpose. Bad, sometimes. She doesn’t know why. And when people try to stop All For One – us, Liberation warriors, anybody – he does awful things to them. And he always takes their quirks, even if he says they’re useless.”

You wait for her to say more, but she looks away, her mouth turning down at the corners. Endeavor’s son speaks up. “My sister and brother – and my mom – they found a way to get to my oldest brother,” he says. “Touya said that people inside the PLF are giving advanced warnings of the attacks to whichever heroes they can get ahold of. When the warnings are inaccurate, it’s because All For One changes the target at the last minute.”

“Why did your brother leave?” the police officer asks Endeavor’s son. “Was he also ordered to do so by Shigaraki?”

Endeavor’s son shakes his head. “He left on his own. That’s why he didn’t get an extra quirk.”

You wonder who his brother is, but only for a split second. Once it occurs to you, you’re both floored and completely unsurprised. “Your brother’s Dabi?”

Endeavor’s son nods. No wonder Dabi told you to stay away from Endeavor with the quirk-canceling bullets. His mission this whole time was just to screw over his family? You thought it was actually something important, and hysterical laughter begins to bubble up in your throat. All Might is questioning Endeavor’s son. “Did Dabi leave before or after Toga departed?”

“After,” Endeavor’s son says. “Toga didn’t leave until after what happened with Twice.”

Your stomach drops. You knew he was missing, but Uraraka hadn’t talked to Toga yet. What if something worse happened? “What happened to Twice?”

“He lost his quirk,” Kurogiri says. “We don’t know how.”

“All For One – or Tomura –”

“If they had it, they’d have been using it,” Eraserhead says shortly. “Twice’s quirk is gone, and Twice himself has vanished. He hasn’t been seen in weeks.”

He hasn’t been seen. Toga hadn’t been seen, either, and Uraraka found her. Dabi’s siblings were able to track him down. Twice could still be out there, still be alive – and quirkless? That’s the part you can’t wrap your head around. “Whatever the reason, it has become unsafe for the original members of the League to remain at Shigaraki’s side,” Kurogiri says. “Although their departures may not have been at All For One’s behest, they certainly serve his purposes.”

“Kurogiri thinks – and we agree – that All For One is trying to take away the people Shigaraki is fighting for,” Midoriya says. “So Shigaraki won’t have a reason to fight him any longer.”

“Then you guys really fucked up,” Mitsuko says, which lands about how you’d expect it to with this crowd. “Taking away his friends is what’s making him insane? How about murdering his goddamn girlfriend? You got us all killed the second you decided to pretend she was dead!”

“She’s been good for Tomura ever since he found her,” Kurogiri says, except he sounds like Shirakumo now. “It’s – I mean, you guys wouldn’t get it, but it’s kind of sweet. She’s been around longer than the League has. It always seemed like she calmed him down.”

Uraraka nods. “That’s what Toga said, too.”

“And it aligns with the other reports we’ve collected,” All Might says. “Which is why we are going to give her back.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath from at least a few people. It sounds like Eraserhead is choking on his own spit. “You’re going to – what?”

“We’ll leak information that a high-value prisoner is being transferred,” the police officer says, like Eraserhead didn’t speak up at all. “That information needs to get to Re-Destro or to Spinner without reaching All For One. Do you think Toga would pass this information?”

He’s looking at Uraraka, who nods warily. “I think she would,” she says, “but I don’t want her to get hurt trying. I’ll ask. I’ll try.”

“Thank you,” All Might says. “If that fails, we’ll come up with another plan. Once the leak has occurred, we will attempt to move Saintess from UA to the stronghold at Shiketsu High. That will put her well within the PLF’s reach –”

“And put those responsible for the transfer at considerable risk,” Recovery Girl says, a sharp edge in her voice. “Just who are you planning to send? Haven’t we lost enough heroes already?”

“Um –” Manami actually puts her hand up, and All Might calls on her. “Maybe the PLF shouldn’t rescue her. Maybe we should do it?”

“We?”

“Me,” Manami says. “Gentle would help, too – he loves me, and she’s my cousin. And you –”

She’s looking at Ryuhei. “Yeah, I’m in,” Ryuhei says grimly. “Shigaraki knows me and Mitsuko. It wouldn’t be hard to believe that we’d try to save her from you all.”

“And if you’re the ones rescuing her, we can stage it, and nobody will have to get hurt!” Midoriya looks relieved. “You three – uh, four – you’ll really bring her to Shigaraki?”

“Yeah, we will. She didn’t have a heart condition when she was with him.” Mitsuko has a good poker face when she wants one, but she’s been death-glaring every single hero who’s opened their mouth. “She’s our friend. We’ll get it done.”

“It will be dangerous,” Eraserhead says flatly. “Shigaraki may be familiar with the three of you, but All For One is unpredictable. You’re civilians, without training in the use of your quirks for combat. Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”

“Somebody has to take some risks. Things are going to shit out there,” Ryuhei says. He shrugs. “If this works, I want my record wiped.”

“Mine, too,” Manami chimes in. “And Gentle’s. We want to open a tea shop.”

All Might nods. “I believe we can arrange that,” he says. The police officer looks like he’s half-asleep, but when All Might asks him directly, he confirms it. “Now, Miss Inada – are there any requests you’d like to make?”

“I don’t have a record,” Mitsuko says. She points at you. “What about hers?”

“She hasn’t been charged.”

“Yeah, but she’s gonna be. If you all win, you’re going to hit her with –” Mitsuko glances at Eraserhead, then rattles them off. “Treason, conspiracy to commit treason, assault with a deadly weapon, unlawful possession of a deadly weapon, voluntary manslaughter, and whatever else you cook up for taking someone’s quirk. If she goes back there to help you out, All For One might kill her. What are you going to do for her?”

“Er –” All Might and Midoriya both glance at the police officer. “I’m sure we can work something out.”

“Work it out right now.” Mitsuko crosses her arms over her chest. “We’ll wait.”

You wouldn’t have thought to hedge your bets in case the heroes win. Mitsuko’s looking out for you, like she did way back when the two of you first met in middle school. All Might and the officer leave the room to talk, and the room falls into quiet, tense discussions. Kurogiri is talking to Eraserhead, and you pick up just enough from the conversation to realize that the people named Hizashi and Shouta are in fact Present Mic and Eraserhead, both of whom he’s known since high school. It’s beyond strange to think about Kurogiri befriending the two of them.

The conversation doesn’t sound too friendly, though. Kurogiri wants to go along with the students to hand you off, and Eraserhead is saying no. “You’re too great of a threat,” Eraserhead says shortly. “If All For One recaptured and reprogrammed you, our position would worsen dramatically. There’s considerably less risk in sending the villain.”

“I’m a villain,” Shirakumo says. “Is that the only reason?”

“No.” Eraser’s voice softens. “Yamada and I lost you once. We won’t let it happen twice.”

You want to keep eavesdropping on that, but Mitsuko and Ryuhei are on their way over, and you want to talk to them, too. “Since when do you have heart problems?” Ryuhei asks, keeping his voice low. “You look like shit.”

Manami’s come over, too. She has a notebook and she’s writing fast. It’s her quirk. It’s like mine but it costs her instead of him.

“You’re powering him up?” Mitsuko hisses at you. You shake your head. “Then what?”

Manami passes the notebook to you, and you write with a shaky hand. His healing factor. Ryuhei swears under his breath; Manami seizes your free hand in both of hers. The closer together we are, the less it costs me. If I’m far away –

“Then you have fucking heart attacks.” Mitsuko takes the notebook away from you midsentence. “Every time a hero blasts him. The sooner we get you out of here, the better.”

You couldn’t agree more, but not for the same reason. It doesn’t matter what happens to you, but you have to get back to Tenko. You have to help him shake off All For One again. In the silence that falls, a hand sneaks between Manami and Ryuhei to tap your shoulder. “Can I talk to you?” Uraraka asks. “Alone?”

You nod. Ryuhei and Manami duck out together. Mitsuko gives Uraraka a long stare, than glances at you and nods once before following them. Uraraka looks weirded out. “Does she hate me?”

“Her quirk lets her read people’s intentions,” you say. “She was checking to see what you had in mind.”

“Um –” Uraraka looks nervous. The hand that didn’t tap your shoulder is clenched into a fist at your side. “We met before, didn’t we? I helped you carry your boxes.”

“That was really nice of you.”

“I would never have thought you were a villain,” she mumbles. “You don’t look like one.”

“We don’t wear big signs that say “I’m evil” on them,” you say. Wherever Ryuhei and Mitsuko are, they’re close enough to eavesdrop, because you hear a familiar snicker. “I didn’t lie to you. I wanted to know if Eri was okay.”

Uraraka nods distractedly. “Himiko says you aren’t like the rest of them,” she says. She calls Toga by her surname when she’s talking to the others, but her given name talking to you. Maybe Toga’s chances are a little better than you thought. “She gave me this.”

She opens her hand, and you see your locket resting in her palm. Your throat goes tight. “She says he gave it to her when she left. To keep it safe,” Uraraka continues. “When she found out you were alive, she made me take it. Since it’s yours.”

You lift it carefully out of her hand. It looks kind of beaten up, but when you open it, it swings forward on the hinges just like it’s supposed to. There’s the photo of Tenko that’s been in there for more than a decade, one of the only pieces left of your best friend. And on the other side, which was empty before, there’s a photo of Tomura.

You don’t know who took it, or how Toga got ahold of it, but you know when it’s from – the joint birthday party, because Tomura’s hair is still wet from the fluid in the stasis capsule and because he looks healthy. And happy. He looks truly, honestly happy, just like he does in the photo from when he was Tenko and no one else.

You’re not going to cry. You’re done crying for possibly the rest of your life. “Thank you,” you say to Uraraka, and mean it. “Toga – is she really okay? Did anything happen to her before she left?”

“I don’t know,” Uraraka says. You fasten the locket back around her neck. “She says you guys are her family, and All For One is hurting her family. But she doesn’t know how to – cut him – without hurting Shigaraki, too.”

It’s so easy to imagine Toga saying it. You can hear her voice, exactly as it would sound, except she wouldn’t call him Shigaraki – she’d call him Tomura-kun, like she always has. The League is her family, and All For One’s taking her family away. It’s not just Tomura he’s hurting. It’s all of you. And if you can get back to him – if you can help him resist – the PLF still has the upper hand against the heroes. If Tomura can come back to himself, he’s going to win the war.

For the first time it dawns on you the kind of risk these few heroes are taking. They’re willing to face Tomura at his full powers, Tomura who as far as they know wants nothing but total destruction, rather than let All For One continue to control him. Does Midoriya think that taking away All For One’s influence will save Tomura? What does saving Tomura even mean to him? You should probably figure that out, sometime before they let you go.

The door opens, and All Might steps back through, followed by the police officer. “Since you’re aiding what’s left of the government, we’ll drop the treason charges,” the officer says. “The manslaughter charge is hearsay at this point – we haven’t had any chance to investigate, and the evidence is gone. There are too many witnesses to drop the weapons charges.”

The charges they’re dropping are the most serious ones. You’ll take the hit on the weapons. You did shoot people with quirk-canceling bullets, and you did it unprovoked. And you’re not sorry. “However,” the officer continues, “should you decide to help restore the quirks you destroyed, we’ll consider dropping those charges, too. Do we have a deal?”

You’d say you need time to think it over, but there’s not much to think over, and you need to get back to Tomura fast. Still, there’s one person you refuse to leave behind in this. One person who gave up everything helping you. “Kiyohara Kazuo,” you say. “He gets the same stuff as we do.”

“Agreed.”

It won’t matter much. Once Tomura wins, Kazuo will be free, just like Manami and your friends. “Everyone rest up tonight,” All Might instructs. “Regain as much of your strength as possible. We’ll begin the operation in –”

The officer’s phone buzzes, along with what sounds like every hero’s phone in the room. He yanks it out of his pocket, and as he reads the message, his face goes dead white. “Seikan is under attack.”

Eraserhead swears. “We’re out of time,” he says. “Todoroki, Uraraka – take the civilians and the criminal and plan the ambush. Midoriya, help Recovery Girl prep the villain for transport. All Might, find whoever’s in charge of comms and order them to leak the transfer. Hurry.”

You’re surprised to see Eraserhead bossing All Might around, but All Might hops to it. So does everyone else, flooding out the door. Even Kurogiri gets swept up in the rush. It’s just you and Recovery Girl and Midoriya left, and Recovery Girl speaks quickly, tersely. “I hope at least one of you knows CPR. If she arrests again, you’ll need to keep her blood circulating until the defibrillator is charged. I’ll hook her up to a portable heart monitor as well as a pulse oximeter. Both of those should tell you if trouble’s on the way.”

“She’s a nurse, right? She can warn us, too.”

“Assuming she’s awake. So far, the course of events includes her falling unconscious before the trouble starts.”

They’re talking about you like you’re not there, and like it’s urgent. What could make things more urgent than usual in a war they’ve been losing since it started? You force yourself to sit up, right in the middle of their conversation. “What’s in Seikan?”

Midoriya and Recovery Girl trade a glance. “We can’t tell you that,” Midoriya states. “It’s –”

“No longer a secret,” Eraserhead says from the doorway. His face is grim. “It’s a black-site prison. Currently home to All For One.”

Everything is black and quiet inside the Maiden, and it would be a decent place for a nap if the space wasn’t so tight. You’re being moved horizontally, but you can’t turn over, or even move your arms from your sides. If you try to sit up, you hit your head instantly. You aren’t claustrophobic. You’ve never been claustrophobic. You were the kind of kid who’d wedge yourself into ridiculously tight spaces just to make sure you’d never lose at hide and seek. But after what’s already starting to feel like forever inside the Maiden, you’re well on your way to losing your mind.

“Hey, um – are you okay?” Uraraka’s voice is soft in your ear. They’ve got you on an earpiece, just like they’ve got you on a heart monitor. “Your heart rate is picking up. I don’t know what that means, but –”

“I’m good.” You force yourself to take deep breaths. “It’s just kind of small in here.”

“You know, there was a study done a few years ago arguing that transport in a Maiden qualifies as a form of torture,” Midoriya chips in from somewhere. “Tight spaces, low oxygen circulation –”

He keeps talking, but you tune him out, reminding yourself that he’s not some goofy kid. You might be allies right now in trying to break All For One’s control over Tenko, and he might have saved you after Hawks let you fall, but he still hates you for destroying his classmate’s quirk and putting his teacher in the position of choosing between his quirk and his right hand. They aren’t your friends. You’re going back to your friends. Your friends are going to save you from the heroes in a staged fight, and then you’re going straight back to the PLF, to Tenko. You have to get there before All For One does.

You’re surprised at how the heroes handled All For One. Given how completely they botched other parts of the war, you wouldn’t have guessed that they’d nail it, but they synced their attack on the PLF headquarters with a transfer out of Tartarus for All For One, taking him to a smaller, less well known prison with even higher levels of security. Tartarus was always going to be a PLF target. Apparently it was the first place they hit, and they’ve kept looking, destroying prison after prison, burning resources and burning time. You have a feeling that the split in the PLF’s objectives and forces is what’s kept the heroes going this long.

But that’s over now. They’ve found the prison where All For One’s being kept, and although the heroes are probably putting up a serious fight, the Seikan prison’s fall is inevitable. Tomura’s not the one leading the attack – it’s Gigantomachia, who’s been ordered to smash through everything in his path until he reaches All For One. The heroes think that reuniting Tomura and All For One in the flesh will cement All For One’s control over Tomura’s body, and you’re scared they might be right. Unless you can get there first. Unless you and Spinner can help Tomura fight back.

The only piece of reassurance you have is that there’s no extra strain on your body, which means Tomura isn’t being hurt right now. Wherever he is, he’s safe enough. You keep taking deep breaths, trying to clear your mind. There’s a plan to get you back to his side. It’s the heroes’ plan, and it’s insane and desperate, but after everything you’ve seen in the past two years, you’re well aware that an insane and desperate plan can work a lot better than anyone would expect.

The heroes keep the channel open, and you hear the first warnings of the staged attack. La Brava and Gentle Criminal, assisted by two civilians with unspecified quirks, attempting to retrieve the prisoner. Nobody around here has a quirk that lets them pry things open, so they’ll need a key or passcode to get you out of the Maiden, and they’ll have to get it off of whoever has it. That’s the part you’re most worried about, the one that’s going to be hardest to explain if someone questions what’s happening here. Hero students are famously fanatical. There’s no way one of them would just give up the code.

Something thuds against the outer shell of the Maiden, and you startle, as much as it’s possible to startle in such a tight space. Then the door slides open, letting in hazy light that’s still too bright for you. You blink up through it and the face that swims into view is Manami’s. “I hacked the keypad,” she says. “Come on.”

You climb out of the Maiden unsteadily and find yourself in the middle of a wasteland. If it’s a city, you have no idea which one – you could be on the moon for all you know. You glance around and find the hero students, all restrained under what look like bubbles. “Gentle did that,” Manami says, more than a little proudly. “This way.”

“Hey,” Midoriya calls out from beneath one of the bubbles, his voice muffled. “If you’re going to take her away, take her medicine, too. She’s sick. Do you want her to die?”

Midoriya sounds pretty stilted, but you’ll give him credit for trying. Mitsuko snatches the box of medications, along with a file folder that probably has your medical records in it. “There. Happy now?”

“Hey. Do you think you can run?” Ryuhei asks you. “There’s a PLF scout nearby. If we get to them –”

Word will get back to Tomura, and he’ll know you’re on your way. “Yeah. I can run.”

“Oh, but why run when you can fly?” Gentle Criminal sweeps up along side you. Your first impression of your cousin’s boyfriend is “old”. Then again. her first impression of your boyfriend is probably going to be “crazy”. “Follow along, everyone! Step where I step!”

He’s creating elastic spots in the air, things for you all to jump on and bounce forward, but you’re all really bad at it. You especially. Gentle Criminal finally just grabs you out of the air. “Change of plans. We’ll clear this wreckage first, and then we’ll run.”

It’s a high jump over the wreckage, wreckage you realize isn’t a tipped-over skyscraper or a collapsed bridge – it’s a beached aircraft carrier. Is it even beached? What if this is a harbor or something? Or was a harbor before? You believed everyone when they said Japan was in ruins. Could Tomura really do something like this?

As soon as your feet are under you, you break into a run, your friends fanning out alongside you. “Up ahead,” Ryuhei says. You can see a figure moving quickly, scurrying from rock to rock in what you’re now really sure used to be a harbor. “Hey! You! we’ve got something for you!”

“What is it?” The voice sounds familiar to you, but you can’t quite place it. “I know you nabbed something off those little heroes, but – holy fuck, you’re alive!”

The scout disappears, then reappears suddenly, directly in front of you. If the quirk wasn’t enough to jog your memory, her face is – she’s Tesseract, a member of the PLF, with a quirk known as Seven Leagues that lets her travel short distances instantaneously. She’s grinning at you, a grin that you remember as sort of insane but looks more than a little relieved right now. “Oh man, the Grand Commander’s going to lose it when he sees you. ¥500 says he cries like a girl!”

“I’ll take that bet,” Ryuhei says, and Tesseract gives him a sly once-over. “Look, our containment on those heroes won’t hold forever. Are you going to get her out of here or what?”

“I can take you all with me if you want.” Tesseract’s chewing gum, and she blows an enormous bubble that somehow doesn’t pop in her face. “He’s gonna want to thank you personally for bringing back his boo!”

Ryuhei glances at you, and you shake your head. “I’ll make sure he knows who helped me. The others draw up alongside you, Mitsuko included, at which point you realize that she’s pulled off this whole operation in three-inch heels. “It’s not safe for you to go, unless you want to.”

“Works for me.” Ryuhei hugs you around the shoulders, and you manage an awkward one-armed hug in response. “Good luck out there.”

Mitsuko kisses you on the lips, just like last time. This time she hugs you too, and whispers a piece of advice before she pulls away. “I know you love him. If he hurts you, get the hell out of there.”

You nod, and she forces the file folder and medicine case into your hand. Gentle Criminal is kissing your other hand like the gentleman thief he supposedly is, and Manami’s up on her tiptoes to hug you. “Be careful,” she whispers.

“You too.” You hug her back, then turn to Tesseract. “I’m ready.”

“Good call on them clearing out,” Tesseract says. “I’ll tell you straight, Saintess. Where we’re headed might just be the most dangerous place in Japan. And these days that’s really saying something.”

You believe it. “Where are we right now?”

“Now?” Tesseract glances around as she ties your wrist to hers, using what you’re pretty sure is a shibari rope. “Yokohama Bay, baby. When this place went down, it went down hard.”

Your heart plummets. When Present Mic said that the PLF obliterated Yokohama, he wasn’t exaggerating. It’s not just the city that’s gone – it’s the bay too, and suddenly you understand why the heroes are taking this kind of risk. The country’s not just destabilized, not just at war. The ground beneath your feet is being altered for good. No wonder they’re desperate for this to end. Seeing what’s happening, you are too.

“All right, let’s go.” Tesseract spits out her gum on what used to be the seafloor and cracks her knuckles. “Breathe out –”

You breath out, and the world compresses sharply, crushing you even worse than the Maiden did. Then you’re free again – crushed – free – then crushed a third time. Tesseract’s quirk might be even more uncomfortable than the warp sludge. You use track of the number of jumps almost instantly, and all you’re conscious of is intense discomfort and the emptiness of your lungs.

“And breathe in,” Tesseract says, and suddenly you’re upright again, free again. She pulls the rope free from around your wrist. “Nice work, Saintess. Usually people puke when I do that.”

Growing up alongside the twins, you learned how to stop yourself in self-defense. You clench your jaw and breathe through your nose until the nausea fades. Then you take a look around, and the longer you look, the more confused you get. You’re inside a building, an enormous one – and a really fancy one. The floor under your feet is marble, and you see gilded edges flickering out at you from the shadows. “Where are we?”

“New HQ. Kind of a ghost town.” Tesseract marches up to a set of double doors – solid wood, beautifully carved – and bangs on them. “Hey, Spin-It-To-Win-It! I got something for you. Well, not for you. For the Grand Commander. But you’re the one who’s had to deal with him the most, so it’s kind of for you, too!”

She glances at you. “It’s been total sadboy hours while you’ve been gone. The only reason we haven’t all shot ourselves yet is because the other guy is worse.”

You don’t remember Tesseract being this off-the-wall, but you’ve been gone a little while. After a few seconds of banging, the door opens. “What?” Spinner hisses from inside. “He’s trying to focus! If they get back and he’s not ready –”

“I got you something that’s gonna make that a lot easier,” Tesseract interrupts. She shoves the door open at the same time as she beckons you forward. “Feast your eyes on –”

“Saintess?” Spinner’s eyes light up. He steps through the doors and comes straight to you for a hug. You hug him back, noticing as you do that he’s a lot bulkier than he was the last time you saw him. “I knew you were alive. I saw Midoriya catch you – where have you been? What happened?”

“I was in custody. We need to talk.” You glance sideways at Tesseract, too tired to be subtle. “Not here.”

“Nah, it’s chill! I’ve got a patrol to finish, anyway. Make sure you tell the Grand Commander who brought him back his girl!”

Tesseract vanishes with a pop. You look at Spinner. “Is it just me, or is she kind of –”

“Yeah. Not everybody takes the new quirks well.” Spinner’s face is grim. “Let’s go. We don’t have much time.”

He leads you through the double doors, then stops just outside a smaller set. “This is, like, the best day and the worst day for you to come back,” he says. “All For One knows what you did.”

You knew it was likely, but you were still hoping it wasn’t true. Your stomach drops, worse than it did when you saw what happened to Yokohama Bay. “He has Shigaraki convinced that you’re dead,” Spinner continues, “but he knows you’re not, because he’s been using you to keep Shigaraki in line.”

“How?” you ask, puzzled. “If he thinks I’m dead –”

“It’s this sick what-if thing,” Spinner says. “If he makes Shigaraki hurt himself bad enough, it’ll kill you if you somehow made it out alive. He does it as a warning, if he’s in control and Shigaraki’s trying to break out.”

You tried to keep that part of your quirk from Tomura, from everyone, but at least one other person knew. The doctor wouldn’t have hesitated to tell All For One everything. All those times your heart’s started to fail, it hasn’t been heroes attacking – it’s been All For One, forcing Tomura to damage his own body. You didn’t need more reasons to hate All For One, but this makes it worse. And at the same time, it makes you sick to think about – even with a quirk that heals him, you’re still Tomura’s greatest weakness.

You and the rest of the League. You turn to Spinner. “What about the others?”

“Dabi booked it after Kyoto. When All For One killed Endeavor he blew a fuse,” Spinner says, while you reel from the fact that the Number One hero is dead, has been dead for weeks. “He went after All For One, but Shigaraki’s body is basically unkillable, and when it didn’t work he ran. Smartest thing to do.”

“I know Toga left,” you say. “What happened to Twice? Is he alive?”

“He’s alive. Hiding,” Spinner says. “Smartest thing to do, after we destroyed his quirk.”

“What?”

“He wouldn’t use it how All For One wanted him to, so All For One was going to take it. Twice stabbed himself with one of your deleter rounds, and Shigaraki got control back over his body long enough for Twice to run,” Spinner says. You feel hollow. “He’s alive. And Toga’s okay?”

“I think so,” you say. “That’s what Uraraka said.”

“The heroes?” Spinner looks surprised. “Your turn to talk. How did you get out of there?”

You have an explanation, but you don’t want to go through it multiple times. And you want to see Tomura, need to see him. You glance towards the smaller set of doors, and Spinner startles, nods. “Right. Yeah. You can explain in there.”

You were worried you’d never see Tomura again, and now you’re within seconds of being close enough to touch. Your heart stutters in your chest in a way that’s got nothing to do with your quirk at the thought. You’re going to see him again, but you’ve let him down – you thought you protected him from All For One by destroying the original quirk, but you were wrong, and he let All For One in because of what you let happened when Hawks captured you. It's not hard to imagine that he’ll be angry with you. That he’ll blame you. He’d be right to.

There’s only one way to find out, and if he’s angry at you, at least you’ll be looking at him, seeing him one more time. You take a deep breath that catches almost painfully, and you push open the doors.

<- Chapter 27

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