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wait. wdym ajr doesn't know the lyric to their own song
#had a line stuck in my head. turns out i was very wrong abt what it was. but ??? they don't even know????#right then#pho.posts
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My favorite part of every Warriors' song
(it was really hard to chose some of those)
Survive the night Bronx. Everything that Bronx says.
Roll Call "As far as you can see from the top of the wonder wheel..." I just LOVE the way Cleon sings this bit.
Warriors Cypher "Ajax, and I'm sick of runnin' off at the mouth, I got two f's for ya'll, fuck around find out!"
Make Way For Cyrus The way Masai says Riffs.
If You Can Count "Imagine what I had to do to stay on top!" I love, LOVE the power with which she sings this. I non ironically almost cry sometimes
Derailed "IT WAS THE WARRIORS! THE WARRIORS! THE WARRIORS SHOT CYRUS" very simple: when I've read "KIM DRACULA as LUTHER" I almost fainted. This line stuck in my head forever. I love the rest of the song but I would be straight up lying.
Woodlawn Cemetery "Rembrandt, just before we go, make our mark and let them know that we were here tonight!" love how this is sang waaa
Leave The Bronx Alive Everything in Spanish, but specially "ASESINA'! ASESINA' VIREN PA CA!"
A Track Fire And A Phone Call "Hey, I found Coney Island on this map :D Figure out how many stops to union square đź Come on, that's high math for Rembrandt đ
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Going Down EVERYTHING! Joking but not joking, "Light one match, don't be scared, you just might watch the world burn!" I like how gentle he sounds here, contrasting with the rest of the song. I imagine it as him trying to genuinely calm Cropsy's fears down in his own distorted crazy way
Orphan Town "CHICKEEEEEEENS! WHAT A COUP FULL OF CHICKEEEEENS!" and, ofc, the way she says buck buck buck buck buck buck BCACK!
Call Me Mercy "LOOK AT THESE WOMEN!" I STG I ALMOST CRY EVERY TIME also the way this song uses basically the same notes as "Burn" đ I could even play the main chords just by using the sheet for Burn and changing the order.
Still Breathin' "Gun? Where's the gun? If I am guilty then where's my gun?" and the rest of Cleon's rap. I want to sing like that when I grow up.
Quiet Girls Them being described as "the House of Hurricanes" rather than as a gang; "We live at the edge of the dark but we still make a mark 'cause we spark and we are who we AAAAAAAAAHAHAAAARE~" I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS LINES YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA I WRITE IT EVERYWHERE I CAN
Outside Of Gray's Papaya "You got a problem?đ𤨠hey I got fifty cents đâ I got a dollar đ We gotta find another train đâ"
Sick Of Running When Ajax and Mercy sing together "No I'm not scared of what's dangerous! I'll ride or die 'til the day comes, I won't be done in! I'M SICK OF RUNNIN'!"
Park At Night Ajax roasting Barnes the cop. Every single little swearing she throws at him "HA but you wanted to play right? OLD ASS PREDATOR, looking for prey right? BITCH! You allergic to daylight? Talkin' that shit but got nothin' to say right? STAY RIGHT THERE, SMILE MOTHERFUCKER!" ah, so satisfying
Luther Interlude "This is fun! Kingdom come and thy/my will be done" it's so funny how Cropsy's worshiping him here- seriously like, get a partner that looks at you and talks abt you in the way Cropsy does abt Luther bcs HOLY SHIT GIRL WTF'S YOUR PROBLEM?
Cardigans "Matching cardigans? That's cute. You don't wear something like that unless you really care. About looking a fool"
We Got You When it finally ends. I'm joking, I like the little "you sing?" but that's about it đ
A Light Or Somethin' The whole concept, ofc, because I was NOT expecting a lesbian duet when I listened to it in the first time. The part that was the turn for me to realize what was happening was, of course, "I'm loyal to yoooou~ ... What's wrong? Kiss me :)". After that everything about this song is so perfect that I honestly don't know what to pick
We Got You (Reprise) "Every subway in the city has graffiti so speedy that you never see the pieces right" This is one of my favorite takes in the entire musical. It feels so close to home, you know? And I think this speaks for every artist living in a big city, trying to grasp at every little piece of art among the chaos of urban life. (It's almost ironical how this line is in my second less favorite song-)
Somewhere In The City "And someday in the city we won't have to run each time a broken person gets ahold of a gun! Breathe easy every night knowing we'll see the sun" I was in need of this hope. I really was.
Reunion Square Oh boy... where do I even begin? I could just put the entire song here, but I'll put the part that makes me cry hard every time, especially knowing what happens after this: "I'm sick of being afraid of you... And what you have the power to do! You're the baddest gang in the city, that's true. Ha! And your color's fuckin' powder blue." (I was literally on the verge of tears just from listening to it again to write this) I think the samples used in the police chase part also deserve mentioning. They really are very similar to those in La Haine, I'm SURE that's a reference. Anyway, despite of the sadness, this is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever listened to.
Same Train Home My first instinct is to say "THE KISS!!" but, although I LOVED it, the most emotional part for me was when the DJ starts to sing in first person, including herself instead of just narrating the scene. Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is the only part this happens: "We're taking the same train home "We're all in the same train home [...] "As we pass beyond King's Highway just before the break of day, we say MAKE WAY FOR US!"
Finale This is a HUGE song with a lot of things happening so I'll just put all of my fav lines here: "There it is, the top of the wonder wheel... the Warriors are here" "Spoke truth to power in our darkest hour!" (literally cried) "Cleon! Our leader... who dreamed of something sweeter!" (love how this is sung) "Warriors come out to play-ay!" (progressively more insane and holy shit someday I'll be as strong as Kim Dracula's throat) "POW! All out of quarters no more extra lives!" (such a nerd) "One on one! Drop the gun. (Or you're a chickeeeeeen?)" (he is) "Sand in your eye, hate in your heart, you only know how to break shit apart! Your crew is scared of you, see how it scatters- My crew would DIE FOR ME, loyalty matters!" "Yeah hi it's Masai đ´đż"
ALL THE WARRIORS SINGING TOGETHER!
#warriors musical#warriors album#warriors concept album#sopa talks#I had to put it somewhere#now read it (points metaphorical gun)
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USELESS INFO I FEEL LIKE PUBLISHING!! and also just archiving on my blog 4 my own sake :D
here is the stories/reasons 4 all my altersâ names cuz theyâre all weirdly significant in some way or another OR went thru a very long process 2 become the name it is today
putting it under cut cuz itâll probably be longish
reffy & ramen - they both went thru different processes, but come from the same origin. VERY LONG STORY I AM NOT SHORTENING IT!!
we were finding a new collective name cuz our old one did NOT suit us at all!! and at the time, our understanding of our system was very different. we had a lot of trouble separating reffy/ramen cuz not having one host scared us, so ramen was a sort of âsub-alterâ to reffy for a good while until we were comfy with the distinction.
we settled on the name remiel/ramiel, but couldnât decide the spelling. we ended up using remiel collectively, but that name was also specific to reffy because again at the time afraid of deviating from host. so ramen ended up with the scrapped spelling!!
reffy - when we realized we in fact were not just one host, having reffyâs name as our collective name was rly confusing!! we ended up shortening it to âremyâ for a rly long time. then, we ended up fusing the names âremyâ and âmaffy/maffalâ (maffy is a sub-alter to reffy that we had treated as distinct for a while b4 realizing it wasnât healthy for not fun reasons!!) so it became reffy!! and yes, reffy is short for reffal!! no one calls him that tho cuz itâs weird (other than dire cuz heâs strange but he only does that in private) (and sometimes jax scolds him using his full name cuz itâs funny)
fun fact: reffy decided 2 use the name reffy instead of remy in the vegetable section of a grocery store. very useful information ik (sarcasm)
ramen - this name didnât end up getting changed till like a little over a year ago now!! they stuck with âramielâ for a good while, purely because we have a dog tag with the name ramiel engraved on it and they didnât want to change their name cuz then the dog tag would be WRONG!! but eventually they were like NO im CHANGING IT. the nickname âramâ rly stuck (since no one called them ramiel anyway cuz it was confusing with it being so close to the collective name) so took the ram and turned it into ramen like the instant noodles cuz enby behaviour (lh)
they actually considered the name âazrielâ for a bit n couldnât decide between that n ramen. ramen is much more fitting i could not IMAGINE IT BEING ANYTHING ELSE
(iâm writing this and im writing in third person to avoid confusion and it FEELS WEIRD!!!)
jax - ok iâm leaving out the context of my 2020 system yrs cuz itâs not rly relevant and complicated BUT!! this name came from back then. it came out of NOWHERE LIKE LITERALLY IT JUST POPPED INTO OUR HEAD LIKE âyea this guy⌠heâs jaxâ and i donât know WHERE IT CAME FROM cuz we probably only ever heard that name less than 10 times our whole life. itâs RLY WEIRD but it kind of makes it feel oddly special cuz it just happened without us consciously thinking. like thatâs just how the name was Meant 2 BE
his name has not changed a SMIDGE since then. he did end up deciding itâs short form 4 something else somewhere along the line, but only one non insys person& knows what it is cuz heâs weird abt it. itâs been years n heâs still keeping it a secret .. and no itâs not jackson !!! thatâs ur one hint :3c
nuni - this one is kinda silly!! when we were like 8-12 our online alias name was our catâs name and since nuni was the primary host at that time the name rly stuck with her. when she came out of dormancy a few yrs ago, we wanted to change it since it could get confusing differentiating our CAT from our HEADMATE so we went with a random nickname we called our cat!! idk where it came from exactly tbh,, but our parents still call our cat that sometimes like once in a blue moon and each time they do it feels SO WEIRD!!
dire - ima be real i know there was a reason behind this name but i canât remember it 4 the life of me. none of us can itâs rly weird. just pretend this is an awesome cool backstory ok thx
BUT!!! thereâs a neat story behind one of his many old names!!! he first developed/split as an oc introject, we called him âcorgoâ cuz he more closely resembled the comfort au version of said oc (which in hindsight was not a comfort au it was just the personification of the introject) and combined the word âcomfortâ with âmargoâ (the ocâs name)
driell - him n his sibling (who isnât in our sys) both have names that r their parentsâ names combined together n letters smushed around a lil bit!! his sisters name (alexis) is a combination of the specific alter names, and driellâs is a combination of collective names!!!
THIS WAS ACTUWLLY A LOT LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED i expected it 2 be long but i underestimate how much i love infodumping about my system WAYGYH. if u read this all the way thru it means the world 2 me u have no idea
i wanr to infodump abt system stuff more cuz it makes me happy :33 just worry abt clogging up my blog a bit :P
thatâs it thatâs all!!! good day 2 u
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thank u for taking my request!!! it is: so where i work (a front desk job) guys come in who are rlly flirty n shit, usually its harmless, like last week some guy just walked by & gave me a note w his number & i havent stopped thinking abt how akaashi would react to that happening to his gf o_o but sometimes it gets...rlly creepy...i jus wanna read abt akaashi w a gf who gets hit on a lot & how heâd react/comfort her đ cuz i wish i had him to make me feel better when men are creepy to me đ
Iâm just happy you trust me to write your request, Em. Iâm more than happy to take it on <3. I hope it lives up to what you expect. And Iâm very sorry you have to deal with what youâre dealing with itâs... disgusting. But I admire your strength for powering through it every day. And Akaashi would too. Heâd be so mad at the situation, but so proud of you.
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Fem!Reader x Akaashi
-When itâs harmless flirting, Akaashi usually brushes it off.
-Heâs not fond of the situation, but he understands that beautiful girls often get flirted with, and that you canât really help being so gorgeous, and having such a beautiful smile. Even when the smile is feigned solely for the purpose of doing your job.
-But he trusts you completely. Akaashi wouldnât even be in a relationship with someone he didnât fully trust, so itâs never too much of an issue.
-At most heâll feign a little jealousy so he can tease you and you can tease him back. He loves the cute little batner when you try to reassure him.
-You came home one night, and while you were taking off your shoes Akaashi came up behind you and gave you a hug. He had really needed you that day. Needed to be near you more than anything. And as he whispered a greeting in your ear, his hands slipped into the pockets of your hoodie as he held you. They went in with the intention of holding your hands which were tucked in the pockets to shield them from the cold, but instead he found a note. With some guyâs phone number. He smiled deviously, before having his face fall back to its usual expression.
-He started walking away and reading the guyâs name out slowly, âReally?â
-You laugh, âOh. That was just some guy at work, Keiji. He was really sweet.â
-âSweet?â
-âYeah, he just slid it over on the desk when he was checking out,â you say, following him as he goes to sit on the couch, still examining the paper like itâs an important document that needs to be reread.
-When youâre in front of him he takes your wrist, and tugs gently, pulling you onto the sofa next to him. âSweeter than me?â Akaashi teases, kissing your hand gently before lifting it over and around his head so your arm is slung around his neck. You lean against his body looking at the creased piece of paper, an uneven heart next to the nine digits written on it.
-You purse your lips to the side, eyes going to the corner of the ceiling, âWellâŚâ
-His arm is suddenly thrown around your waist, and pulls you close to his chest so youâre almost lying on top of him, âCome on, kitten, you canât just say that!â His voice is slightly whiny before he leans in and kisses the crown of your head, hand cupping your cheek gently and then slipping below your chin and guiding your face to look up at his.
-âOkay fine, Keiji. You win. Youâre sweeter,â you huff, annoyed at the effect he has on you. The way his eyes are so peaceful and full of love just for you that you can never resist him.
-He kisses your nose lightly. âGood,â his voice is deep and intense. You lift your head and kiss his lips, before tucking your face into his neck.
-Akaashi loves knowing that heâs the one who gets your kisses and your eyerolls. Your soft touches and your playful hits. Your love and your teasing. You are his, and he will never understand how he got so lucky.
-However when things go too far⌠his reaction changes.
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You come home late. Later than normal. Later than the nights when your shitty boss makes you take on extra shifts. Later than ever before. No texts. No calls. No warning. And the second Akaashi hears the keys, heâs at the door. Heâs been pacing the length of the apartment the whole night, waiting for you to get home. Needing you to come home and be with him so he could be certain you were okay.
He just wants to pull you in close and hold you, hold on tight to you, and fall asleep easily.
But when he sees you, he hesitates. Your hair is a mess, your makeup completely gone, your eyes rimmed red, your body closed off to him, your lips swollen.
âKitten?â he asks softly, approaching you slowly and cautiously like approaching a wounded animal, âIs everything okay?â
You shake your head. You can feel all of it still. The disgust and grime all over you. Thereâs nothing clean. Nothing safe.
Akaashi knows you too well, âWant me to run a bath for you?â You nod and he gets straight to it, setting up candles and a bath bomb quickly and warming the water to your perfect comfort level. He lets you be alone while you bathe, letting the warm water melt away the day. Melt away the touch of that manâs hand on yours when he took the key to his room. Letting the steam and scented candles fog your mind, separating you from your thoughts, hazing the memory of his sleazy grin and crude remarks. You let your eyes flutter closed, and let it all disappear.
It doesnât.
You get out of the tub, and squeeze your hair out, just enough so itâs not dripping. Akaashi sitting on the sofa in the living room. His head is leaned back over the back rest, eyes closed in thought. Heâs playing with his fingers the way he always does, bending them back slightly and rubbing them up and down before moving to the next one.
You know itâs killing him. He needs to fix it. Wishes he could know whatâs wrong and solve it the way he always does, clear the problem and move on. But youâre not ready to talk about it. And thereâs no way to really fix it anyway. You spent hours of your shift, and beyond your shift talking to HR. It was the whole reason you were out so late. And theyâd only reminded you of precautions you were meant to take. Because there was nothing they could do. Nothing anyone could do. Especially not to undo the damage that had already been done.
You walk around the sofa and he sits up straight, eyes flashing up to you. You know he needs it, and the world always feels a bit safer with Akaashi, so you take one of his hands in yours. You let your eyes meet his and you can see him analyzing you.
It used to bother you. Used to get on your nerves that he didnât just talk to you. But in moments like this, in the moments when the words seemed impossible, you were grateful he knew you this well. He scoots over slightly, giving you an easy way in, and you take it. You curl up next to him. Your head rests on his shoulder, your hand cupped gently in his as he plays with your fingers now. He sees the way you relax at his gentle touch, and it brings him some peace knowing heâs at least being helpful.
The increasingly late hour makes everything feel oddly calm. Like the events that happenedâŚ. didnât. Like your mind falsified the event, like in a few hours youâd be able to chalk it all up to a dream or being wasted. Of course, every time you think about it, it hits you, all of what he said, what he did, and the terrible realization of what he must have been thinking.
You speak with calculated words, like the story isnât yours, âIt was bad today, Keiji.â
There was no prompting, but Akaashi acts like your words didnât just come out of nowhere, âDo you want to tell me about it?â
âI donât know what I want.â
He nods, lightly bobbing his head, âThatâs okay. We can just stay like this. Or I can put on music, or a movie to distract you. But if you want to talk⌠I want to hear it.â
âOkay,â you say, finally turning your head to face him. He puts on a slight faked smile for you. You know heâs waiting. And you know itâs better to talk about it, to vent, then to let it keep consuming you. Get it out of your head, and then itâll stop taking up every corner of your mind.
âThere was ⌠a really creepy guy at my work today. He âŚ,â with being so mentally distant from the situation, and having already told the woman at work your situation, you thought itâd be easy to say. There was something about telling Akaashi that makes the whole thing real. It makes you realize how sickening it was. Forces you to take in the fact that that man had made a decision. A conscious decision proving that, to him, you and your comfort and boundaries, were not worth respecting. That you were something he believed he had a right to have access to. And the thought makes your mind open, finally accepting what happened, and you canât go on. Your voice is caught under the lump in your throat, you can feel your eyes welling up.
Your lips press into a line, an attempt to hold in the whimpers threatening to fall out.
Akaashiâs eyes are patient and concerned, but once he realizes there wonât be more he doesnât know what to do. You take the first motion, needing him closer as you cry into him, and Akaashi scoops you up into him, pulling you as close as the world will allow two people to be. âIâm so sorry.â He lets his large hands care for you, one rubbing up and down your back, pressing your slightly farther into him, the other scratching the back of your head gently.
You nod as you let the tears fall, gripping tight onto his shirt, letting yourself take him in. The smooth, gentle, welcomed feel of his skin as his body surrounds you. The clean, calming smell of him. The faint memory of cologne stuck to his shirt. His body wash, cologne, and detergent, filling your mind with pleasant memories. The warmth radiating off his body into yours. He feels warmer than the bath. You can feel the steadying control he has over his body.
âIâve got you, Kitten. Iâm right here,â he pushes you back only slightly so he can take your hands and loosens your grip on his shirt, instead letting his fingers intertwine with yours, âIâm not going anywhere.â He releases your hands, and his to your back, pressing you into him gently.
You bring your hands up, looping them around his neck and playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. You let yourself fall apart, let yourself tumble down and crack and weep, let fractured sentences slip out between sobs, unconcerned that you always leave them unfinished, because you know, no matter how far you break, Akaashi is there holding you together.
He never wavers. His breathing, his heartbeat, the calming strokes of his hands, all of it is steady. And he stays like this until your tears stop flowing, and your hiccups and sobs cease.
âDo you want to tell me the rest or do you want a distraction?â
âDistraction,â you barely manage to get out.
âA movie? A song? Do you want to hear about my day? Or have me tell you a story? Or---?â
âJust wanna hear your voice, Keiji.â
His heart doesnât know what to do. You hear the way it thrums in his chest. Caught between melting apart at the sweet way you love him, at the knowledge that he can ease you, and breaking apart at how broken you sound.
âAlright, kitten. Letâs see⌠once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, there wasâŚ.â
Akaashi continues to tell this little story. Itâs mostly nonsense, but you love how his mind works. How he can spin beautiful stories for you whenever you need them.
When you hear him lose his thought, you chime in with a quick detail, your voice soft and raspy. Itâs nothing like the stories he writes. These stories are far more special. He usually tells them to you when youâre having trouble sleeping, and you love the calm way he speaks, and the slight voices he does. Youâre especially fond of the gentle way he pauses, waiting for you to name every character, or to say which creature the protagonists run into on their quest.
Tonightâs story was about a beautiful princess who, as always, shared your name or some variation of it. The story isnât one you pay too much attention to, instead focusing on his heartbeat and the way his voice sounds deeper and garbled as it reverberates through his chest. Focusing on the way his body is wrapped around yours, and how safe it feels.
And after a little while, after a few twists and turns in the story, Akaashi manages to lull you to a peaceful sleep in his arms.
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#Haikyuu fluff#Akaashi#Akaashi Keiji#Akaashi x Reader#Akaashi fluff#Akaashi comfort#I simp for Em#no one has any right to make you feel uncomfortable#and Iâm sorry that some people think they do#I hope your situation improves#I hope this brings you some comfort#Lila WritesđŤ
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First Love
Pairing: Sougami (Byakuya Togami x Kazuichi Soda)
Warnings: Smut (all wholesome tho bc they barely met in this one)
A/N: Decided to write this up for the bestie (komaedanovio on TikTok; follow them). Azul would die for them and there are 0 fics abt them sooo. Yeah.
âSo youâre part of the Future Foundation, huh?â
Byakuya pushes his glasses back as they were falling off his nose, then turning around to see the person who spoke. âUh, yes,â he answered the pink haired man behind him, he stuck out his hand that heâd covered with a handkerchief,âByakuya Togamiâ. They shook hands.
âNameâs Kazuichi Sodaâ
âI know. The âUltimate Mechanicâ, is it not?â
âYeah! You look really rich. Valentino Couture?â
âYeahâ,â Byakuya answered, then looked down at his suit,âHow did you know?â. âMy mom was somewhat a tailor. Sheâd help fix and sew up suits such as yours, so I obviously had to recognize Italian threads,â he explained,âMade sure I washed my hands before approaching you, canât stain a fine suit like thatâ. Byakuya was somewhat impressed. No one has ever appreciated his attire, he looked like a snob to most people.
Then again, Kazuichi isnât most people.
âShe taught me to sew, never let me handle suits,â Kazuichi added,âBut Iâd always see them in the closet hung up nicelyâ. He had a warm smile on his face, reminiscing tends to bring a little joy to him. âI think thatâs just honorable,â Byakuya said warmly. âYou think so?â. Byakuya nodded, the smile on Kazuichiâs face spreading. âThanks,â he mumbled, but spoke up,âWe should keep in touch, yâknow?â. Byakuya began to think. He wasnât really one for friends, Kazuichi was extremely beneath him. On the other hand, he was interesting to talk to and didnât seem like a pest, right?
âThatâs fineâ
âAlright! How about we meet up during the island celebration? Tonight?â
Byakuya nodded, he didnât know why, but he nodded. âCool! See you later, Togamiâ. Kazuichi ran off, going to see if he can help with cleanup someway. As he ran, Byakuya had just realized he agreed to hang out with someone who he had just met. There wasnât anything wrong with that, but it was just weird to him. I guess, he just seemed nice enough. Whatever. Now that the Tragedy is over, itâd be nice to return things to normal. Byakuya was ready to make new partnerships and if his first besides his classmates was to be Kazuichi, so be it.
Later that evening, Byakuya made sure to attend. He got there early, making it easier to spot Kazuichi. He was around Gundham and Sonia, who had begun warming up to him. Their eyes locked, Byakuya waved. Kazuichi waved back as he called for him,âTogami! Wait upââ. He ran from his two classmates and to Byakuya. Everyone had gotten dressed up, Kazuichi in a nice little suit that complimented his hair. He had glasses on this time. âWhat a surprise!,â he cheered,âI thought you wouldâve bailed!â. That was sad to say the least. âHow could I do such a thing? I had to come anyway,â Byakuya explained,âMakoto canât drive...heâs also in the Future Foundationâ.
âSo Iâve heard. Can I offer you a drink?â
âWhy not?â
Byakuya was a pessimist, this we know. He was as pessimistic as they come. Hanging out with Kazuichi was something he told himself wouldnât be worth his time, but he agreed, so he had to suck it up. To his surprise, hanging out with him wasnât so bad. In fact, heâll never admit it, but Byakuya actually enjoyed Kazuichiâs company. They went for a glass of punch, enjoyed the feast, danced with friends till dawn. Around 4am (because damn, this party was just never gonna end), they took it upon themselves to walk along the beach. As they walked, conversations took place. Byakuya went off on a rant about his limousine life, riding in one everyday and how he feared for his life when doing so. His limo made a sound that sounded as if it were going to fall apart any time soon.
âIt was a scratching noise against the asphalt and absolutely terrorized me as a child. To this day, I wonât enter a limousine. I just canâtâ
âScratching? Gee, only thing that comes to mind is the exhaust coming down. Wish I couldâve seen it and told you for sureâ
âI still have it in a hidden garage. Itâs that valuableâ
âOh, nice! Maybe, I can stop by and see whatâs wrong. Youâll have to drive it thoughâ
Byakuya raised a brow. âYouâre the mechanic, are you not?,â he asked. Kazuichi laughed nervously, nodding. âSee, thing is...I get terribly carsickâ. Well, that was new. It was confusing to Byakuya, just as the confusion hit, Kazuichi added:
âIsnât that funny? The rich guy whoâs scared of limos and the mechanic with carsicknessâ
Byakuya snickered,âYeah, I guess thatâs unheard ofâ.
They laughed, finding a perfect place to sit down. It was late. Dark and late, the sand was cool against their hands. They took off their shoes, setting them aside. The waves crashes on the shore, âSo, what next?,â Kazuichi asked. His voice was softer, Byakuya took notice. âWhat do you mean?,â he asked. Kazuichi pushed back his hair and shrugged. âI mean, now that weâre all freeâ. Byakuya took time to give a proper answer, he had a plan.
âWell, for starters, after we finish cleanup, do the very best to rebuild homes. Slowly as we become civilized again, I rebuild the Togami Conglomerate. Itâs what my family wouldâve wanted and for them, Iâd do just about anything��� âWowâ âAnd yourself?â
Kazuichi smiled, facing him. âIâve been working on blueprints here and there to, get this, introduce new transportation for us all!â. Byakuya shrugged. âYou havenât heard the best part, though,â he added,âYouâll never guess what it is!â.
âFlying car?
âThat sounds awesomeâ No! Thatâs not it at all!â
âWhat is it?â
Kazuichi bit back his smile and answered,âA monorail! One that goes super fast! I just know itâs possible! Average monorail? 70 miles per hour, but if I get it right, It could go 200 miles per hour...ore more!â. Now, Byakuya was smiling. âImpressive,â he responded,âItâd be very convenient for people to get aroundâ.
âIâm glad you think soâ
Kazuichi faced the ocean, sighing deeply. âIâve just always wanted to build transportation, really fast ones,â he said,âMy old man doubted me, though. He didnât think it was realistic. He said cars I can do, but never anything past that. Something about cars is all the family knows, I dunnoâ.
âI think you can do itâ
âYouâre just saying thingsââ
âNo, I know you can. You have something other geniuses lack. You have the heart. Where thereâs heart, there is willâ
âThat means a lot coming from youâ
âWhy from me?â
Kazuichi explained that he knows about Byakuyaâs family and they didnât sound any easier, either. âWe didnât have good upbringings,â he said,âBut you, you had it so hard. Yet, you overcame all of that shit. If you survived that and all of this, I know you can rebuild your conga lineâ
âConglomerate?â
âYeah, thatâ
They smiled. âMan to man,â Kazuichi added,âIs settling down in that plan?â. Byakuya hadnât thought of that at all. Would he even want to settle down? Jesus. That was the last thing he expected to think about. âIâm going to be completely honest with you,â Byakuya answered,âI have no idea. That isnât something thatâs come to mind. While Iâd like to have someone to continue my legacy, I just donât know. Tell me about your plan?â. Kazuichi was confused now, he didnât think Byakuya was gonna return the question. âI would like to, but whoâd love me?,â he muttered. He continued.
âI never had the best luck with women, but then sometimes, I sit and wonder,âDo I really feel this way about women?â I try to be such a people pleaser, I sometimes donât even know if I genuinely like something or if I say I do because thatâs whatâs expected of me and Iâve never told anyone else that, wowâ
Byakuya sucked at being comforting, we also know this, but he really wanted to be there for Kazuichi. âI think Iâm gay,â Kazuichi blurted, covering his mouth. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said thatâ. Byakuya shook his head,âFirst of all, congratulationsâ. Kazuichi couldnât help but laugh at that. âSecond of all, donât apologize for being truthful to yourself,â he said,âIâm not exactly of heterosexual persuasion eitherâ.
âOh, thank god. I though I was going to be killed and thrown into the oceanâ
âNah, because who on this island is straight? Absolutely no oneâ
âYou might be right...wow. Iâm gay. Iâm gay. Iâm gaaaayyyâ
Byakuya laughed,âLet it out, I guessâ. âIâve just never said that out loud! It feels so freeing!â. Kazuichi stood up and ran to the ocean. At the top of his lungs, he professed his attraction to men. He ran back, only for them to hear someone say. âYou love who you love, man, more power to ya!â. They laughed at that moment, laughed so hard their stomach cramped. âWho even was that?,â Kazuichi sobbed.
âI think that mightâve been Yasuhiroâ
âO-Oh, at least you know himâ
They calmed down, enjoying their time on the sand. âThis was fun,â Kazuichi mumbled. âI agreeâ. He scoot closer to Byakuya, who unknowingly wrapped his arm around his waist. He caressed his sides, softly. Kazuichi lay his head on Byakuyaâs shoulder, which he didnât mind. There was just something really comforting about this. âWhatâs most important to you in a relationship?,â Kazuichi asked. His voice was still soft, but unlike before, it wasnât stern or blue. âFor both of us to have ambition and goals set,â he answered,âWhatâs important to you?â.
âI just wanna trust someone. Itâs hard for me to trust anyone, really. So as long as I can trust them and theyâre kind, thatâs all I wantâ
âWell, Iâm a brutally honest cuntâ
âI love brutally honest cuntsâ
He laughed as he continued to rub down his sides. As the saying goes, you miss 100% of the shots you donât take. Plus, tonight was going just great. âLook at me,â Byakuya said. âHm?â. Kazuichi faced him, only to be grabbed and pulled to Byakuyaâs lips. He gasped, a blush coming across his face as Byakuya kissed him ever so tenderly. They pulled away slowly. Kazuichi covered his face, Byakuya reaching for his shoulder. âIâm sorry,â he muttered. âNo! Its okay!,â he blurted,âIt was more than okay! I-Iâve just never kissed another dude before. Okay, Iâve never actually kissed anyone elseâ.
âOh?â
âWell, I have, but not like thisâ
âI can tell. Your lips, they were so soft and inexperienced. Untouched, Iâd sayâ
As Byakuya said this, he placed his thumb gently on Kazuichiâs lips, sliding it down soft and slowly; he shuddered before he spoke. âI want you to kiss me again,â he muttered against his sliding thumb. âGoodâ. Kazuichiâs breath hitched as Byakuya grabbed his jaw, gently kissed him. He kissed back now with more readiness, his hand digging into the sand. Byakuyaâs hand moved from his jaw to his throat, gripping softly. A sweet moan escaped Kazuichiâs lips, making him bite Byakuyaâs bottom lip. He winced, pulling away momentarily. âSorry,â he whispered. Byakuya reassured him it was okay, but Kazuichi shook his head. âLet me kiss it better,â he cooed, pushing Togami on his back. Soda straddled him, pecking his lower lip.
Now, Byakuya was blushing.
âAh, donât hate me, but I kinda drew bloodâ
âYou? Withdraw blood? With those teeth? Also unheard ofâ
âHey! Shut up about my teethâ
âI like your teethâ
âI like youâ
âReally? Prove yourself truthfulâ
âSay lessâ
âWHAT THE FUCKâ
Soda quickly got off of Togami, who sat up just as fast. There stood Hiyoko, Mahiru, Ibuki, and Mikan. âHey girls!,â Kazuichi waved,âTogami was just helping me find my glasses. We found them know, so thereâs no need to worryâ. âOh donât worry, we were just on our way to the cabins,â Mahiru explained. âWhat goes on in the cabins stays in the cabins! Wooho- ouch!â. Hiyoko acting as if she didnât just nudge the fuck out of Ibuki. âY-You know, if you two are going to, uhm, continue what you were d-doing here,â Mikan began to suggest,âMaybe you c-could go get a cabin too. The others are headed over hereâ. Kazuichi looked at Byakuya, who nodded. âOkay then! Letâs go!â.
So there they were, following the girls to the cabins. âI say we go to mine, just to be safe,â Kazuichi explained,âBesides, I got to clean up. It looks greats nowâ. Byakuya just nodded, he couldnât utter a word. For some reason, his heart was pounding out of his chest. The girlâs split from them, giggling as they entered their room. âHome sweet home,â Kazuichi said as he opened the door. They stepped in, Kazuichi locking it. He had turned the lights on, but once he jumped on his bed, Byakuya turned them off. âOh, you��re straight to the point, arenât you?,â Kazuichi teased as he held his arms open for Byakuya to crawl in. He did just that, kissing him all over. He focused on his lips for about 30 seconds, before moving on to his neck, and finally he unbuttoned his shirt a little to kiss along his chest. Feeling his shirt unbutton, Kazuichi took it upon himself to do the same to Byakuya, except unbuttoning it all.
âTogami..
âYeah?â
âLay downâ
âAlrightâ
Byakuya lay down as Kazuichi got between his legs, hands on his belt buckle. âCan I...?â. Byakuya nodded, giving Kazuichi permission to take it off. Carefully, he slid off his jeans and briefs, exposing his pale cock. At that point, it was quite obvious that Kazuichi had no idea as to what he was doing and supposed to do. He began by grabbing his cock, licking at his tip a little, stroking him. Byakuya snickered as Kazuichiâs eyes met his, but breathed deeply. He put his mouth over it, bobbing his head, accidentally hitting his throat. He gagged, but not loudly. Byakuya played with his hair, not yet grabbing it. âTake your time,â he comforted,âI want you to enjoy this as much as I am...Fuck~ youâre doing so wellâ.
Kazuichi was really, really struggling. He had to think back to the most realistic porno heâs ever seen. What were these people doing that he hasnât? Try being sloppy maybe? Cursing himself for his lack of education in gay sex (well, actually, just sex in general), he worked with what he knew. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself. Little did he know, he was actually putting Byakuya on edge. Byakuya hardly cursed and when he did, it was for good reason. Like right now, Kazuichi was giving him the sloppiest head in that moment. He was doing so well, Byakuya became fixated his mouth. Something about his mouth drove him insane.
And then there was Kazuichi, still believing he was doing terrible. His thoughts were racing.
I know Iâm doing something wrong...
Is he even enjoying it?
God, Iâm so out of his league...
Maybe if I just spit...
What would my dad think of this? Wait, my dadâs deadâ
Kazuichi allowed himself to drool all over his cock. Byakuya moaned, pushing his head back. âNo more, Iâm so close...,â he gasped,âIâd prefer to finish elsewhere...â. Kazuichiâs stomach sank. âO-Oh,â he stuttered,âOkay, I guess Iâll just lay downâ. Byakuya got in between his legs now, removing his jeans amd boxers, examining him, realizing heâd look better completely nude. Kazuichi shivered, which he also took note of. âLet me pull a bedsheet over us,â he said,âYou look coldâ. âThank you,â Kazuichi muttered as Byakuya fumbled for the covers.
âBetter?â
âStill a little chillyâ
âOkay, Uhm- how about now?â
Byakuya held Kazuichi with his arms wrapped around him, bare chests making contact. âFeels so nice,â he mumbled. Byakuya placed a kiss on his chest before warning him about prep.
âPlease be gentleâ
âI will be, just relax. Breatheâ
Kazuichi was shaking at this point, he was so nervous and didnât know why. Byakuya held him tightly, stopping himself from entering even a finger in the guy. âYouâre shaking,â he noted,âIs everything okay?â. Kazuichi nodded, explaining,âThis is my first time, I just want you to be gentleâ. Byakuya helped him work on his breathing. He placed a warm hand on his chest, making sure his heart rate slows down. âThere,â he whispered,âIâm gonna go slowâ. Kazuichi nodded, bracing himself.
Prep wasnât actually bad?
He took Byakuyaâs first two fingers well, but then the third one made him whine (and cry a little). Nonetheless, he just wanted to get it over with. The pain had gone away once Byakuya had curled his fingers a few times. Kazuichi made small noises as he took his fingers, whining when pulled out. With his other hand, he cupped Kazuichiâs jaw, but slowly slit it down to his throat. Kazuichi gasped as he felt Byakuyaâs grip tighten. âIâm going to ruin you ever so softly,â he whispered,âUnderstood?â.
âYes...â
âGoodâ
Byakuya took his cock out, placing Kazuichiâs legs on his shoulders. Still tight, he groaned as he pushed in. âAh! Fuck...â. Along with being filled by Byakuyaâs cock, the grip on his throat remained, sending a wave of pleasure through him. Byakuya kept his thrusts slow, just like be promised. âI-Is this okay?,â Byakuya managed.
âHarderâ
âI just started. D-Donât you want to ease into it firstâ
âNo, justâ please. Also...â
Kazuichi moved his hand to Byakuyaâs choking hand, pressing it down harder against him. âWhat youâre asking for could hurt you, um...Are you sure?,â Byakuya asked. Kazuichi nodded, fisting Byakuyaâs hair and pulling him in for a heated kiss. In response, Byakuya only thrust harder into him. He knew he wouldnât last long, seeing Kazuichiâs already fucked out face. Each thrust only made his blush deepen and his stomach acids find new ways to make him feel sick. Byakuya came to the realization that his cock already had the guy in shambles and in a trance, almost. He was making him feel good, but he knew that he wasnât exactly fucking him the way he should be fucked, deserves to be fucked. He wasnât hitting his sweet spot just right, Byakuya taking it upon himself to experiment with his thrusts.
âNgh! Hey, whyâd you stop doing that? It feltâ Ah!â
Found it.
Byakuya tried thrusting with his cock in that angle, but realized it was harder in this position. âAss up,â he sighed, slightly out of breath. Kazuichi didnât hesitate whatsoever, immediately laying on his stomach with his ass in the air. Sure, he already felt weak in his knees, but that wouldnât stop him from letting Byakuya do him the way he was about to.
It didnât take long for Byakuya to rediscover this new spot, hitting it repeatedly. Kazuichi dug his face into the soft, white pillows; practically screaming as he was unraveling underneath Byakuya. His whines were perpetual and if you listened closely, you could hear exactly what he was saying in a quiet breath.
âYesyesyes, oh! Please donât stop now pleasepleaseplease I canât take it anymore, Ah! I love you, I love you so much, I really love you, o-oh thank you..â
Byakuya smiled at his low, yet raspy words. I love you? âHow cute,â he muttered, pulling his messy pink hair back. Kazuichiâs hand shook as he moved it too his leaking cock. âIâm close, Togami, please donât stopâ. Byakuya snickered,âI donât plan on itâ. Gently, he shoved his head back down onto the pillow, also nearing his high. Without warning, Byakuya came after a few thrusts. Feeling his warmth, Kazuichi came right after. He collapsed onto the mattress, head in the pillows and trying his very best to catch his breath. As he took deep breaths, Byakuya smiled as his fingers walked up the blushing boyâs back, tracing small circles and figure eights.
âYouâre too kindâ
âYou deserve it,â Byakuya whispered, placing a hand on Kazuichiâs hip and kissing up and down his back (and to his neck). Kazuichi turned around, Byakuya getting to kiss his stomach a few times before being pulled up by Kazuichi. âAh!â. He laughed as he held Byakuya tighter, nuzzling him. Byakuya may have been taller, but Kazuichi was definitely stronger.
âGotchaâ
Byakuya would be annoyed, but not when Kazuichi has the goofiest and most smug look on his face. Eventually he let him go, laying by him. Kazuichiâs hair was ruined by their little night Basically, he ended up with his tiny braid undone. Kazuichi twirled his excess hair in between his fingers. âOh- Allow me,â Byakuya said, finding the rubber band used to fasten the hair, braiding. Kazuichiâs eyes stared at him lovingly, watching Byakuya put his glasses back on just to redo his braid. âAnnnnnd...doneâ. Byakuya rubbed his chest before reaching for the the ground and picking up his briefs, putting them back on. He tossed Kazuichi his boxers.
âThanksâ
âOf courseâ
They lay next to each other, Kazuichi playing with Byakuyaâs hair. âIâm so glad I met you,â Byakuya admitted. âDittoâ. Byakuya grabbed his chin, pulling him in for a slow, passionate kiss. Suddenly, the door creaked open, but two girls rush in, already fondling each other.
âExcited, arenât you?â
âWhy wouldnât I be when you look soââ
Kazuichi and Byakuya stared at the two women, who awkwardly stared back.
âTogami?â
âFukawa?...WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH NAEGIâS SISTER?â
âWHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE MECHANIC?â
âI wonât say anything if you donâtâ
âSounds good to me! Come on, Komaruâ
The girls ran out, thus allowing Kazuichi and Byakuya to finish their little makeout session. Eventually, it tired them out, sleeping in each otherâs arms. Before sleep, Byakuya wondered something, but decided it could wait. The next morning, Kazuichi woke up first, planting a small kiss on Byakuyaâs lips. As his eyes fluttered open, Kazuichi gasped. âMy prince has finally awokenâ.
âSillyâ
âI knowâ
Byakuya kissed him properly, getting up to bathe. Upon entering the shower, he heard the door open. âCan I join?!â. Byakuya invited him in, closing the shower door. âDid you want something before we go?,â Byakuya asked, making Kazuichi blush. âUh, no, um...did you?â. Byakuya shook his head.
âI just wanted to shower with youâ
âI see. Help me with my hair, Iâll help you with yoursâ
Kazuichi nodded, grabbing the shampoo and lathering it into his hair. It didnât take long to add in the conditioner in too since his hair was short. Now, Byakuya got to Kazuichiâs hair. He took care of Kazuichi, being less awkward about washing him up. Itâs not that Kazuichi wasnât into helping him, he was insecure about touching him. He wanted to do it right, sometimes doubting himself and what he was doing. Byakuya on the other hand, was confident in what he was doing as he massaged Kazuichiâs scalp whilst washing him. âDid you mean it?â.
âMean what?â
âLast night while I was destroying you from the inside outââ
âOf courseâ
ââyou said you loved me....well, did you mean it? I know people say things they donât mean in a state of bliss, but-â
âTogami, I meant every wordâ
Byakuyaâs heart skipped a beat as Kazuichi spoke. âIf you mean it, tell me right now that you love me,â he ordered. âI love you, Togami. Do you love me?â. Byakuya held onto him, hugging him tightly. âWell, I guess this is my answer,â Kazuichi laughed,âHeyâ Are you crying?â. Obviously crying, (because he was emotional for some reason) Byakuya backed away.
âOf course not! Me? Crying? No, never!â
âI love youâ
âI love you tooâ
âWas this too fast?â
âWhat? Youâre telling me you donât believe in love at first sight?â
âI guess I doâ
They finished up their shower and got dressed, heading out. Everyone had already met up at the dock. âJesus, where the hell were you two?!,â Makoto asked, genuinely concerned. âYeah, we were about to go search,â Hajime added. âI was helping Kazuichi pack something. I saw him struggle in his room with it,â Byakuya said, calmly. Kazuichi just went along with it. âYeah, my tools wouldnât pack well,â he explained,âTogami was just helping me stuff everything into my toolboxâ. A low mutter was heard, but youâd have to be close enough to understand it.
âYeah, right. That toolbox wasnât the only thing Byakuya was stuffing...ââ
âFUKAWA!â
âAlright! That does it for the headcount!,â Makoto announced,âLetâs get going. We have a rebuilt city to settle into!â. As everyone cheered on boarded the boat with their own individual classes, Byakuya rushed closer to Kazuichi. âWill I see you again?,â Kazuichi asked.
âSoon. May I kiss you goodbye, or would that be too much a cliche?â
âYeah, but I love cliches. All the best movies have âemâ
âSo do Iâ
They kissed tenderly, Byakuya holding his waist. They pulled away, smiling. âSee ya around,â Kazuichi mumbled. âGoodbye, Soudaâ.
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ahhh i have really no idea what i am doing. Anywayyyss this is a really angsty Harry fic, I have a part two but not sure how I feel abt it - so we will see if it ever sees the light of day x x xÂ
âTom? Iâm back!â Nadia declared as she heavily shut the black gloss front door of her boyfriend's place. She was wrestling with a ridiculous amount of shopping bags, that bounced against her calves before deciding to just dump them at the door- they could be dealt with later. Naturally, sheâd blame the excessive haul on her friend that sheâd met for lunch; Georgia almost forced her to buy all the clothes...right?
Once she had done so, she glanced around the almost still house, making her left eyebrow quirk up a bit. Since Tom and Harry returned for Toms latest filming venture their house hadnât been quiet for a moment thereafter. With Tom, Harry, Harrison and herself and Y/n (Harryâs girlfriend) living there- fair to say there normally was at least someone messing around and causing chaos. Before she could read any more into it, Tom appeared round the corner, a small smile as he caught sight of his lovely and almost certainly shopping addicted girlfriend.Â
âHeyâ
âHeyâ He replied back, smile tight-lipped and a very awkward atmosphere falling over the normally most easy-going couple. Nadia didnât like it, choosing to address it straight up.Â
âYou gonna tell me why the weird vibe then?â Bags long since forgotten and abandoned, the couple naturally entered the sitting room- Tom landing heavily on the plush cream sofa.Â
âI-er... look I know sheâs one of your best friends but... well Harryâs got a pretty conclusive photo and account taken by some fan. Sheâs been cheating on him.â Nadia was unaware of her jaw falling slack while she stood above her boyfriend, arms folded and shaking her head slightly.Â
âNo Y/n wouldnât. Come off it Tom you know too, thereâs no chance.â
âIâm serious Nads. Harryâs confronting her now, shits really fucked him up.â Tom had this hard tone behind his intense gaze, something that Nadia had only seen a handful of times in their 1 yes relationship. It scared her.Â
â Nonono rewind though. Y/n wouldnât cheat on him... sheâs so in love with the boy!â Tom knew this would be tricky, especially with how close the two girls had gotten over that first lockdown and then ever since. Sometimes he questioned who the relationship was between, Nadia and Y/n seemingly just made for each other in a platonic kind of way. He sighed heavily, digging his phone out his back pocket to show her the picture, all the while watched by her intense hazel gaze. Not saying another word, Tom just held his phone out for her to take, photo on the display.Â
âSwipe next to see what she saysâ after a short time Tom added, Nadia squinting at the phone and clearly zooming in on the blurry image.Â
It did look pretty damning, Y/n and an unnamed man with his arm around her- pulling her almost flush against his chest, even at the public cafe they were seated outside. Though the image was grainy as hell, Y/n looked upset, as if he was comforting her. He, just for information, was a fairly attractive man- Tom would fairly admit. Clean-shaven, crisp white shirt on, jet black hair perfectly styled and a strongly carved face.Â
That was the issue though, why Nadiaâs lips parted with a silent and almost non-existent breath outwards- most getting stuck in her throat. She knew the face, briefly, from an encounter when the boys were away filming. Sheâd been so busy concentrating on Y/n at that moment about a month ago, it was a surprise she recognised the face at all.Â
Suddenly feeling her heart drop, Nadia followed her boyfriends instructions and swiped left, revealing a screenshot of an Instagram direct message - along paragraph giving an exact recount of the day (or at least this ransomers recount). To paraphrase:
â she just kept going âHarry canât find out. I canât tell Harry.â She sounded upset but I just thought you should knowâ
The fan was obviously well-meaning but just so so wrong. Nadia gulped a little before looking up at her boyfriend, who was unconsciously tensing his jaw. He did that when he was uncomfortable or nervous and hell was he.Â
âWhere are they?âShe muttered voice quiet which Nadia hadnât realised till long since sheâd spoken. It was just tense.Â
âIn the garden but we need to leave them be itâs not-â
â-FUCKâ Predictably, Nads didnât let Tom finish, already turning on her heel and rushing into the kitchen. Tom yelling something and following, but thatâs not what she was concentrating on.Â
Her best mate needed her.Â
Even at the far end of the kitchen, Nadia froze at the sight through the garden windows. Y/n was sat with her head in her hands, clearly crying and rocking slightly on the black wicker garden furniture set while Harry stood above.Â
Harry.Â
Harry was seething with rage. Nads could see him yelling at her, arms being flown round to articulate his anger furthermore. Because Harry didnât open up easily. Because Harry was so in love with someone that apparently betrayed him so completely. When he saw that DM he just couldnât ignore it. Heâd always been self-conscious, Y/n knew that most of all. It felt like a knife was plunged and then twisted deeper into his chest. And who committed the heinous act? The person he had trusted most int he world.Â
âTom, I will explain but for now you just have to trust me.â Tearing her eye line away from Y/nâs crumpled body, which flinched with every harsh word Harry yelled- as if he were trying to get a reaction from her. Tom just looked at Nads in disbelief, arms crossed protectively and waiting for more.Â
âLookâŚI-I know for a fact she didnât cheat. There something you both donât know but itâs not this at all.â
âNadia I know your close but.-â
âIâm being very fucking serious Tom. If you trust me you have to go and get Harry away. Bloody look at him- sheâs not arguing back! Heâs hurting them both.â
â He has a right to be angry.â Tom tried to counter, feeling uncomfortable with how easily Nadia brushed off such a serious and real accusation.Â
âTom for both their sakes, please...Iâm begging you to help meâ It was the desperation in her brown eyes. Making Tom shift from foot to foot. He was so torn but Nadia must have a reason. This isnât just her bullshitting to protect a friend, he could see that much. As she grabbed his hands desperately, Tom already knew he was going to follow her. And she could most definitely see it too as she minutely smiled in thanks before walking with purpose toward the back door.Â
âââââ
You needed an out. Now.Â
When Harry had first cornered you in the house with a steely gaze and asked you to have a conversation in the garden, youâd been running on adrenaline. Naturally, you thought he had somehow found out- but this? He had got it oh so wrong. But what hurt most was the fact you couldnât say anything. You knew his heart was breaking, the fact he was screaming at you and calling you names you thought he never could even associate with you, it was only because he was so hurt. Yet at that moment, you couldnât fathom how to explain the truth. That was the issue⌠the truth would hurt him too. So maybe it was easier this way, him hating you and suddenly not being apart of each other's life. Because that would still hurt him less than reality.
With that thought, your body decided to just make this even harder. What did it do you ask? Choose that exact moment to fail you again. Your thoughts all suddenly got jumbled, it felt like your brain was on some sort of rollercoaster. Brief moments of clarity when you werenât swimming in a pool of disorientation. But to be honest, those moments when you could see the pain on his face, they hurt more than just sinking into oblivion as your body sorted folded over on itself.Â
You were stuck fighting two battles neither of which you were sure you could win.
âââââ
It was just then, as Harry launched into another âhow dare you betray himâ spiel that Nadia and Tom opened the door. Nadia making an immediate beeline to Y/n, holding her shoulders and trying to support her into an upwards position - leaving Tom to deal with a ball of hurt and rage that was Harry.Â
âMate you need to stop itâs not making any-â
âFuck off Tom this is between me and her.â Harry snapped back, slapping his brother's arms off his.Â
âI know but itâs not going anywhere.â
âTomâ
âHarry Iâm serious give it a minute. You need to cool downâ Tom urged, still slightly concerned by the rage in his brother's eyes, while Tom gently reached out to hold his shoulders. The younger man needed a bit of grounding and the contact meant Tom could half steer him toward the house. With a quick glance of worry back to Y/n and Nadia, Tom followed Harry inside- arguing him up the stairs into his room.Â
Meanwhile, Nadia was getting more and more concerned. Y/n could barely hold her body up and she was shaking.Â
âY/n what do you need um the-the finger prick thing?⌠Whatâs happening?â
âYeh and uhâŚNeed the... in the fridge get the oat milk and my-my bag.â It was a bit of a weird request but Nadia wasnât going to question it and ran inside, grabbing the oat milk that seemed to rattle and then Y/nâs bag which was just in the countertop, knowing that was where she kept her finger prick test. Although this wasnât about her either - Nadia was slightly terrified, shakily shouting for Haz who had to be somewhere in the house.Â
âOkay okay, do you need my help?â Nadia spoke with trembling hands, unzipping the little pouch to reveal the red device and all its apparatus. During the month the boys had been away Nadia had seen Y/n do this a thousand times, but it still scared her at the thought. Luckily Y/n shook her head and took the device, pricking her finger then squeezing the blood onto the sensor film. While it beeped away measuring her glucose levels she smiled weakly at her friend.Â
âIâm just low I think, can you get the sachets out the milk?â Because of course, Y/n was such an idiot she had hid her essential medication within a carton of oat milk, which was genius and stupid in equal measure. Genius because everybody else in the house was absolutely disgusted by oat milk being a thing so no one would ever try to make a cuppa with it; stupid because in moments like this, who was to know that the bloody oat milk carton could save her life?
âDo I need to phone an ambulance⌠you-you don't look good Y/n/n.â
âNoâ Y/n swallowed thickly, grimacing slightly at the reading that just appeared on the device - by far the lowest it had ever read since she had started having to do these stupid measurements. âIf I pass out then yes but⌠I just need the glucose stripsâ Nadia nodded, still trying to prise the plastic packages out the empty oat milk container. Wordlessly Nadia finally phished one out and ripped it open immediately thrusting it into Y/nâs mouth - at least 70% certain that was what she had to do with them.Â
While all this was happening Harrison wandered into the garden and looked at the scene in front of him in a bit of shock. Y/n was deathly grey, looking as though she was fighting every urge in her body to just relax everything and collapse into unconsciousness. Nadia kneeled in front of her, already working on ripping another packet open. After taking a moment or two to process what was happening Haz knelt down next to Nadia.Â
âYou need me to do anything?â
âI -er donât think so⌠actually Y/n?? Y/N????â Nadia started violently shaking Y/n whose eyes had finally slipped shut. âFuck shit fuck⌠you need to ring an ambulance Haz.â
âYour serious?â
âDeadly. Iâll explain later just get your phone⌠tell them she was having a hypo and now sheâs unconscious. The er the number on the machine thing was 2.8â
Harrison didnât argue; he did what he was told and an ambulance was immediately dispatched while Nadia followed instructions of the operator that had been put on speaker, still dropping the sachets of liquid down into her mouth. In fact, when they heard the ambulance pull into their road, Y/n started to stir- groaning and heavily blinking her eyes open.Â
It was a bit of a blur, but the paramedics came in and slowly Y/n started to get more with it.Â
âYou know what happened to you love?â The kind-eyed Liverpudlian lady asked, removing the oxygen mask that was put on her as a precautionary measure, in the haze of them arriving.Â
âBlood sugar low?â
âUh-huh, youâve just had a hypo. Are you type 1 or 2?â
âUm, I-uhâŚâ Y/n flicked her eyes up to see Haz still stood looking very concerned while Nadia spoke to the other paramedic in hushed tones. âNeither⌠I got pancreatic cancer and soâŚso my whole pancreas is kind of dying.â Y/n could practically hear Harrison's eyes bugging out his head - but kept her eyes firmly on the blonde stout lady. She wasnât ready to face that yet.
âOh, lovie... you have to be really careful yeh? Hypos can turn to a coma really quick and you know what happens then.â
âIâm sorry, I uh guess I forgot to eat and then been running on adrenaline cos ofâŚâ Because of Harry. But she wasnât about to pour her heart out to a complete stranger so instead shut her mouth. Emma, the paramedic, seemed t9 get the message and again smiled down at her gently.
âItâs okay I get it... so you know then that because you lost consciousness really we should be taking you to the hospital? Get your bloods checked?â The grimace on Y/nâs face was more than enough to answer her.
âPlease I just want to sleep-â
âYou need to go to hospital Y/n/nâ Haz interjected who had been completely silent and still in shock. Yes, she wasnât his girlfriend, but they were bloody close and he still hadnât really had an explanation.Â
âI just want to sleep and-and I got a lot of explaining to doâ Y/n made the mistake of momentarily looking up to see Harrisonâs glassy eyes and Emma followed suit.Â
âYou the boyfriend?â
âNo, i- um Iâm his housemate.â
âIf we are even still togetherâ Y/n mumbled her eyes trained on the ground. In response, Haz huffed indignantly sitting down right beside the slightly crippled girl and slung his arm around her shoulder. âDonât you worry about that hey? Everythingâs is gonna be fine.â Her head came to rest on his arm making Haz bend down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. She was sort of the other sister, having been on the scene much earlier than Nadia had, heâd come to really get on with her.Â
After a moment of just being there with Haz, Y/n simply thankful he didnât seem to hate her or believe the rumours anymore, Emma spoke up.Â
âSo a hard pass on the hospital is it? Because then we should just think about getting you inside to rest.â Y/n nodded hard, very clearly expressing her preference, making the two chuckle. âTheyâd only be checking your blood levels which I can get a doctor to do tomorrow morning from home. Iâm not supposed to say this but it's okay to stay.â It was all going swimmingly until they heard a very very familiar voice.Â
âWhat the hells happening?âÂ
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okay so i tried to save this ask as a draft and it got deleted because tumblr is just such a functional website like that <3 but the prompt was âthe hargreeves as ghosts in the apocalypse with fiveâ or something like that iâm going to scream
this is SUPER long so iâm putting it under the cut hfkjsd
pre-five: the hargreeves siblings are dead. wait i feel a drabble coming on ooh
The Hargreeves siblings are dead.
Ben isnât very aware of this at first. Heâs been dead since 2006 -- heâs quite used to it, by now. What he is aware of, first, is light. Blinding white light. And Vanya, in the middle of it. He doesnât close his eyes because he canât feel pain, but if he could he thinks she would have made him blind. Thereâs light, and heat, and power, and then he closes his eyes anyway because the ceiling is collapsing around him and itâs instinctual.
When he opens them again he sees ash. Ash -- and Klaus.
Heâs gotten used to Klaus, too. Klaus has a memorable sort of face; even if he didnât, Ben has seen it every single day for almost twenty years. He doesnât know if itâs actually been twenty years, for him. He doesnât know how time moves for ghosts. Klaus has assured him it moves the same as it does for the living. Ben isnât sure Klaus, stoned out of his mind, bleeding sluggishly from his arm, knew what he was talking about.
Anyway.
Klaus.
Heâs wearing the coat heâs been flaunting around for the past week. His shirt is see-through, with little stars on it, like a pale imitation of the sky. Ben remembers his pants had laces on them, heâs sure they did not a minute ago, before the brightness that threatened to wipe out his very soul -- his soul is all he has left, really. His gaze drifts down anyway, to check.
Yes. Klausâ pants have laces up the sides.
âNo,â Ben says. Klaus is laying in a heap on the ground, his fingers curled like his tendons have been cut.
His lips feel numb because they always feel numb. Because Ben canât feel at all. He takes a step. âNo,â he says again, louder, surer. âNo!â
Klaus looks up at him. His makeup is smudged, like it tends to be. His lips are bitten raw, like they tend to be. His hair is a mess, like it tends to be, and like it will be, always, because Klaus isnât breathing.
Klaus is lying in a heap on the ground. Klaus is standing above his own body. Klaus is reaching for Ben like heâs hoping to touch him for the first time in years. Just when Klausâ cold, dead, fingers brush his face, a voice from behind says, so quietly, dripping with disbelief:Â âBen?â
Ben shuts his eyes and wishes desperately he could cry.
He feels a hand on his shoulder, for the first time in so, so long, but he also doesnât feel it at all. He feels-but-doesnât-feel someone turn him around, until they are saying, âBen? Ben!â and he has no choice but to open his eyes and face the music.
Diego is gripping his shoulders like he is a dying man and Ben is the answer. Behind him, Luther and Allison watch them, stunned silent. Allisonâs hands are pressed to her mouth. She looks like she wants to cry.Â
And Vanya. Little Vanya, painted white. Her head is hung as her shoulders shake with the weight of the destruction she has so inevitably caused. (Ben would say he always knew she was destined for great things -- but he canât, because he didnât.) (Nobody ever said great things had to be good.)
The Hargreeves siblings are dead. Their bodies are strewn across what is left of their childhood home, smouldering and burning, and Ben is very aware of that fact.
righto anyway. so they have an emotional reunion but its also kind of bitter? id have to actually write this for it to make sense so lets skip it for now lol
five shows up
he cannot see them obviously bc theyre all ghosts
god if i did write this it would be such a monster of a fic and would take me like 2 years to finish i already know fhkjdsk
somehow ?? they manage to influence the world around them maybe? idk maybe now that klaus is dead hes sober
or maybe hes high for all eternity?
for the purposes of this au lets say he died sober or in the late stages of withdrawal, and bc ghosts cant feel pain in action hes sober
so EVENTUALLY they figure out how to corporealize bc klaus is like blam wham ghost powers
asdlfk that sounds so stupid im sorry
he would say that tho imho,,, it sounds like something hed say,,,
if i DID write this it would be alternating povs also,,,
ok so out of all of them klaus and ben have the most experience homeless
and while being stuck in an apocalypse is not at all the same thing as being homeless it does help to have some knowledge
five doesnt eat the twinkie!! good for him
dammit okay. theres 2 options we can take here. in the comics five couldnt get back bc he fucked up his math and spent 15 years doing the wrong thing, but if u apply that here, with 6 other ppl checking his work this could be avoided and they end up skipping the whole assassin shtick and just hopping straight back to 2019, ready to prevent the apocalypse
OR five still gets hired for the commission but the sibs are tagging along
i think bc five isnt completely alone in this au unfortunately dolores doesnt exist :((
for each other the 2 paths tho theres also options?? bc they (ghosts) can go back in time and inhabit their past selves bodies? OR they could just,,, cease to exist
IM JUST NOW REALIZING HOW MANY PATHS THIS COULD TAKE,, AAH FUCK
okay gonna split this into parts. this is gonna be so long brace yourselves.
1) they go back in time because math checking and the ghosts swap out for their past selves
after multiple years of being stuck in an apocalypse together i think they would learn to get along with each other. like at least a little bit
which would make it easier for them to prevent the apocalypse
bc theyd:
trust each other more
already know abt the apocalypse and not have to wait for five to grace them all with his knowledge
are working as a team from the very beginning
have open lines of communication
yeah uh. so there
vanya is also already aware of her powers so the whole harold goading her into turning against her family and snapping to wipe out all life on earth thing? yeah that doesnt happen
oh and harold wouldnât know how to do that in the first place because klaus wouldnât throw out reggieâs journal! this solves so many problems wtf
thereâs still commission issues bc they (and by they i mean five) are on the commissionâs radar
so thereâs still dope fight scenes sdlkfd pinky promise
okay idk. they stop the apocalypse and everything is okay the end hfkjd
2) they fix the math but only five can go back and the ghosts cease to exist
this is just sad! it would be sad okay! im sad! lets move on
subset of the past one: ben CAN go back with five because he was already dead and time travel affects them differently or something idk
aaaaaa
five & ben dynamic duo would be dope as shit BUT five would not be able to see him... so they use klaus as a middleman fjsdsfd
is there 2 bens? is one ben deleted in favor of the time-traveling ben? i dont know! i dont know my brain is melting
either way shit is happening yall!! obviously klaus is clued in, directly or indirectly it doesnt matter but he is on board the âdonât let the entire world end in flamesâ train
3) they join the commission and then when five goes back in time they all go back
this is fun because now five is a highly trained assassin who is also lowkey a complete marshmallow for his siblings and once again TEAMWORK WOO
basically the first path but now five has a gun fhsdjk
4) they join the commission but five has to leave them behind and they cease to exist
five with a gun but hes sad now
i didnt go into how much losing his siblings would suck in the prev path but like. it would suck so much. heâs already lost them once if you think about it when he time traveled the first time and yeah he found the adult ghost versions but,, its different
and now suddenly hes stuck with these strange adult versions of the people he knows and he KNOWS them but also he doesnt? at all? they dont have all the years of shared experiences together? and theyre all grown up from the first âsetâ of siblings he had which for five was like 40+ years ago??
SCREAMS
i have losing my mind disease (self-diagnosed)
subset: five has to leave them behind but they still exist because the commission is out-of-time kind of? idk but theyâre still floating around somewhere and come back to impact the plot later or something
yeah idk. literally just wrote them down bc i didnt want them to die^2Â hfkjwehd
subset: they still exist but instead of being just Somewhere theyâre specifically at the assassination of JFK onwards because thats where five left them and they either go on ghosting and make an appearance in s2 OR they cease because them-wise they havent died yet but that doesnt make sense because ghosts can time travel so nevermind
i dont have the brain energy left to explore this one aaaa
okay jesus christ i think thatâs all
I DONâT KNOW. i donât know. i might write some more of this because honestly it is a very fine flavor of angst + hurt/comfort <3
#didnt proofread this at all đ fhsdfks#tua#the umbrella academy#pls dont let this flop i spent like an hour on it hfjksd#aus#team zero#ben hargreeves#wip#I GUESS#misc#ghosting au
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wishful thinking
request: Anonymous said:Hi! I saw your mai x reader and it was amazinf!! so could I request a Mai x waterbender!reader hc/ one shot (whichever you wanna do!!) The way you write her is amazing!!âşď¸
pairing: mai x waterbender!reader
warnings: idk how to feel abt this :/// if itâs not what u were wanting iâm sorry i can always do another partÂ
a/n: super long! maybe not good, who knows! i tried my best, but maybe this could be continued? waterbender!reader goes to the boiling rock prison break party?? some more pining, maybe some words exchanged between reader and mai??Â
creds to owner, i couldn't find them :(
âAang and Sokka, I wish you a good journey,â Earth King Kui bid farewell. âBa Sing Se owes you itâs thanks, and we look forward to your safe return.âÂ
Your group of friends bowed to him, small smiles on all of your faces. You had finally managed to get to him and tell him about the war, and expose Long Feng, and now each of you had specific tasks to complete. It made you slightly uncomfortable to split up, but things were never easy in times of war.Â
You had decided to stay behind in the city with Katara so she wouldnât be alone. Sokka deserved to see his father, so she had so kindly opted out of the journey, and upon realizing you had no business at the Eastern Temple with Aang you chose to stay with her.Â
âYour Majesty,â a guard came up, alerting everyone. âThere are three female warriors here to see you. Theyâre from the island of Kyoshi.âÂ
âThatâs Suki!â Sokka yelled as he fell to the ground from Appaâs side. He groaned dramatically as he squirmed around, and you reached a hand out to help him.Â
âYou know these warriors?â The Earth King questioned, taking a few steps forward.Â
âOh yeah,â Sokka replied as he stood up straight. âThe Kyoshi Warriors are a skilled group of fighters. Trustworthy, too.â He smiled. âTheyâre good friends of ours.â
The Earth King nodded his head. âThen we shall welcome them as honored guests.â
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The sun was high in they sky as the Kyoshi Warriors made their way down the path before them, lined with Earth Kingdom guards on either side. The three girls, in matching makeup and uniform, wore stoic expressions as they inched closer to the King.Â
âIn our hour of need, it is with the highest honor that I welcome our esteemed allies,â he extended his hands, and the girls kneeled before him, resting their painted foreheads against their hands. âThe Kyoshi Warriors.âÂ
Slowly, they rose back up, revealing their faces to the very man they were there to overthrow. âWe are the Earth Kingâs humble servants,â the girl in front mused, eyes sharp.Â
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You sighed. You knew that this was what youâd signed up for when you stayed behind with Katara, but that didnât mean you enjoyed the things you had to do. You sat on the ground beside your friend, Momo resting on your shoulder, and a large map of the four nations separated the both you from the row of Generals you were speaking with. They were so far away you couldn't even make out their features, and you were sure that the both of you looked like two specks of blue rather than kids.Â
âGeneral Fongâs base will serve as the launching point for the attack. In exactly two months, the Army and Navy will invade the Fire Nation on The Day of Black Sun,â he moved his arms about, and the clay pieces on the map that represented Earth King forces moved. They glided towards the Fire Nation Capital, and Momo flew from your shoulder and landed with a small crash, and all the pieces fell over.Â
âOr we could send in Momo to do some damage,â Katara joked with a laughed as the lemur moved around and knocked more things over. âCause the...â when she was met with a stern silence, you nudged her with your elbow. âSorry,â she quietened down and you rubbed her arm a few times.
General How closed his fist and all the pieces erected themselves, causing Momo to jump with a screech and retreat to the comfort of your shoulder. âAll we need is the Earth Kingâs seal in order to execute the plan,â he placed down a scroll, and it glided towards the pair of you on a block of stone.Â
Katara picked up the scroll as you both rose up from the ground. âWeâll get these scrolls to him right away. Thank you, General How.â You bowed and turned away from the men, and together you and Katara took off down the corridor.Â
The walk through the Upper Ring was nice, Ba Sing Se truly was a beautiful place. It was nothing like what you and Katara were used to, which was snow, ice, and water. The North and the South had their differences but one thing rang true for both places; it was cold and wet and blue, but it was home. The city was different, hues of green and yellow filling the streets, gold trinkets lining the windows of some shops, expensive clothes on racks in others.Â
But the nice tea shop that caught your eye was probably the nicest thing youâd seen. It was beautiful and shiny, and evidently very popular. âHey, Katara, letâs get some tea!â You pointed towards the building. âCome on, itâll be nice,â you smiled and batted your eyelashes, giving her your best pleading expression.Â
âHmm, alright,â she agreed. âWhat do you say, Momo? A cup of tea before we get back to the Earth King?â She asked the lemur on your shoulder. He chattered in response, looking between the both of you with his large eyes. It was all you needed to start heading towards the shop.Â
You were greeted at the entrance after trekking up the steps. âTable for three, please.â Katara spoke to the pretty woman while your eyes scanned the surrounding area.Â
âUncle!â A familiar voice shouted. âI need two jasmine, one green, and one lychee.â None other than Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation, the very boy whoâd been hunting you and your friends for so long, wore a uniform and flitted around the shop. You nudged the girl beside you, and she gasped.Â
âIâm brewing as fast as I can,â the old man you recognized as Zukoâs uncle assured with a small smile, standing in the kitchen area of the tea shop. It was as if time had stopped, and everything in the world went out of whack. Nothing made sense, this didnât make sense.Â
Nothing needed to be said, no look needed to be shared; you and Katara had the same thought in mind.Â
We need to tell the Earth King.Â
The both of you bolted down the stairs and ran away, flashes of blue heading towards to King. You were panting by the time you got there, but the relief of seeing Suki resting on the ground in front of the throne, her gold headband and oil makeup familiar and comforting, was sweet.Â
âThank goodness youâre here, Suki,â Katara rushed. âSomething terrible is going on. The Fire Nation has infiltrated the city. I just saw Prince Zuko and his uncle!âÂ
Sukiâs eyes widened a fraction before a sly grin grew on her lips. It was then you realized that this wasnât your friend, and the two girls resting behind her werenât Kyoshi Warriors either. You donât know why it had taken you so long to figure out, or why Katara still hadnât figured it out herself. This girl was acting nothing like Suki, and it was so painfully obvious now.Â
âWe have to tell the Earth King right away!â Katara urged, and your eyes cut to her. Something was wrong, and when the girl wearing your friendâs headband, and your friendâs uniform stood up, the female waterbender finally figured it out.Â
âOh donât worry.â The mystery girl assured, slowly stepping forward into the light, and her golden eyes shined. âIâll be sure to let him know.â
Momo screeched and flew from your shoulder, fleeing to who knows where; but you didnât mind, he was safer elsewhere. Suddenly, the Chi blocker youâd fought on several occasions leapt forward, a flurry of flips and handstands and acrobatics. Her hand landed on Kataraâs shoulder as she flew over her, and the your friend dropped to the floor. The water she had pulled from her pouch sloshed to the ground, and you pulled it up and combined it with your own water.Â
Before you could do anything, however, the girl grabbed you in the same spot she ahd grabbed your friend, and she pulled you backwards. You lost the sensation in your limbs, and you dropped and landed in a puddle of water.Â
âSo, Zu Zuâs in the city, too.â Azula mused, walking closer to the both of you. You could only see above you, and the girl with the knives youâd been thinking about since Omashu entered your line of sight. The edges were blurry, and steadily growing more fuzzy, but youâd recognize her any day-- even with the makeup.Â
âI think itâs time for a family reunion.âÂ
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âHowâd you learn that?â You asked, and the girl beside you chuckled. You were sitting so close together that yourâre arms brushed every so often.Â
âI was bored in my room, so I taught myself a trick,â she shrugged, throwing another knife at the wall. It stuck an inch away from the one sheâd thrown just before, not any higher or lower.Â
âWell, youâre really good,â you complimented, and your cheeks reddened. âYou think you could teach me?â
She looked at you, her dark hair shining in the light. She grinned at you, small but sweet nonetheless. âSure,â she drawled. âSomeday.âÂ
You couldnât take your eyes off of her. She was so pretty, and she looked so cool and collected. She was a complete mystery, one you wanted so desperately to solve.Â
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That was wishful thinking.Â
You wouldnât get to see her that close, or brush your arm against hers, or have her smile at you. She was on Azulaâs side, and you were on Aangâs. It was as simple as that. None of the other factors needed to be mentioned; like how you didnât know her name, or her age, or how she got mixed up in the schemes of the Royal family.Â
You wouldnât get to learn how to throw knives, or just what to do to make the Fire Nation girl smile like she did whenever you dreamt of her. Thatâs all you would ever have, dreams and wishful thinking.Â
#the witch: writes#this is#kind of angsty#idk#mai#mai x reader#atla#atla x reader#avatar: the last airbender#atla imagine#legend of korra
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howdy đ chainshipping ask time: on days when theyâre feelin bad, what do they do for the other person? also favorite date night activities? + th first moment post-bathroom where they each realized theyâd fallen in love w th other?
hi!! đ
ooh I think abt this a lot actually. I think th two of them have a tendency 2 bottle things up, so it kind of takes a lil bit fr them to realize tht Hey, Someone Wants To Make Sure I'm Okay and fr them 2 then get to a place where they share how they're rly doing rather than bein like "no everything's fine wdym :)" but once they Do get past tht n r able 2 be honest w each other, it's a lot better fr both of them + honestly its own form of healing.
a lot of th time when Adam's having a bad day, he's either nonverbal or responds w as short of an answer as possible, so th big thing Lawrence does fr him is just let him know he's there when/if he's ready 2 talk + there's no stress 2 tell him what's wrong right away. tht's smth tht's rly important to Adam, n smth he appreciates greatly. often times, along w tht, Adam tends 2 seek out physical contact - so like coming up behind Lawrence while he's cooking breakfast n wrapping his arms around him, holding his hand when they're walking together, sitting close enough so their knees/shoulders/hips brush + just leaning into Lawrence's side altogether, etc. so another thing they do is either cuddle up on th couch or in th bedroom n they watch a few movies together. sometimes Lawrence will read 2 him too. it's rly all abt proximity + lil actions tht in reality r a wordless way 2 say "I'm here, it's okay, we'll get thru this together." Lawrence is patient, doesn't rush him, n stays close by. fr Adam, tht is more than enough + means th world. n it eventually leads 2 him being more comfortable voicing how he feels more often!!
Lawrence's bad days r a lil harder to catch bc even tho he knows Adam's there, he still feels a pretty intense amount of guilt + doesn't often feel tht he has like. a right 2 complain? bc I think, fr a long time, he views himself as th one most responsible fr what happened in th bathroom n how they got there. it takes a while fr him to break out of tht mindset, but th main thing Adam reminds him of is he's still here. bc Lawrence spends a lot of time thinking like, "if I wasn't a bad person, Jigsaw wldn't have chosen me or put my family in danger, therefore it's my fault + I need 2 atone somehow." Adam is aware of this, n they've found tht th best solution is fr him 2 just b very blunt n ask "well was I a bad person? was I so horrible tht Jigsaw chose me based on tht n I deserved what happened next?" n of course Lawrence will immediately be like "no of course not??? nothing u cld've done cld warrant tht?" (kinda like th way u mentioned Adam comforts William) so Adam gets to respond w "tht applies 2 u too, u know. yr not a bad person. nothing you cld've done wld warrant smth like tht, either."
n Lawrence mentally bluescreens th first time he hears Adam say tht bc it's just like. He's Right. if he doesn't think Adam is a bad person + deserved wht happened, why did he? so tht's like th big thing Adam does fr Lawrence. he reassures him tht despite his brain's best efforts 2 convince him otherwise, he is a good person who Adam loves n tht might've made mistakes, but they didn't warrant being chained to a pipe in a fucking bathroom somewhere w his family in danger + being tasked 2 kill his now-bf, christ.
favourite date night activities!! I think they're mostly p lowkey fr th most part just bc of like, th unease of potentially being around A Lot Of Ppl, but every once in a while they'll dress up a lil bit n go somewhere nice fr dinner bc Lawrence is a hopeless romantic + he likes being able 2 do tht fr Adam sometimes. Adam thought it'd be like, wayyyy too stuffy + uncomfortable esp bc it's not smth he's used to, but honestly it's rly fun n they get to spend time together, so in th end it's all fine! plus there's never any pressure 2 like, go all out w dressing up or anything, so tht's nice too. honestly, if Adam wasn't so in love w Lawrence, th way he holds his hand over th table while they skim thru th menu + talk abt what sounds good might make him think he was somehow th main character of a romcom.
a lot of times, too, they frequent this local diner tht Adam used 2 go to fr breakfast all th time when he n Scott were teenagers bc it was relatively cheap, th food was good, + th staff was full of kind ppl. the lighting is lowkey n they usually have some sort of seasonal decorations around th place, n it's just somewhere Adam feels Safe, which of course leads 2 Lawrence feeling tht way abt it too. it's rly nice fr when they still want to go out, but don't rly want to put too much effort into it (tht's not to say th diner is low-quality tho!). they're there so often some of th servers know them by name + are friendly w them, so there's tht too!
their favourite, tho, is nights in where they order takeout or delivery so tht neither of them have 2 cook (Adam is getting better w it, tho Lawrence still cooks fr th majority of th time) n they can just relax. sometimes they lay a bunch of blankets on th floor n camp out there, sometimes they make a pillow fort bc why not, n sometimes they just grab their favourite blanket n curl up on th couch while watching random TV fr background noise or movies. Adamâs head always ends up on Lawrenceâs shoulder at some point. Lawrence will have an arm around his shoulder. sometimes Adam will rest his legs across Lawrenceâs lap. itâs just being close + enjoying some downtime tht they both rly appreciate.
as fr th first time they realized they were in love each other... in all honesty, fr Lawrence, it was pretty much th moment Adam finally woke up in th hospital n looked at him n said âyou came back fr me.â (like yr text game Still Life is Exactly how I see it happening!!) however, th first time Lawrence rly became CONSCIOUS of tht feeling n was able 2 put a name to it was honestly so simple and yet so meaningful. it was Adam standing in his kitchen th morning after heâd spent th night bc he cldnât get to sleep on his own, too worked up n on edge n afraid 2 be alone.
itâs Adam in only a faded n too-big t-shirt n boxers trying 2 figure out how to use Lawrenceâs keurig. itâs th sunlight streaming in frm th window above th sink n framing Adamâs face n turning his eyes this bright honey-green when Lawrence catches them. heâs in th middle of washing the dishes bc heâd been meaning to since th night b4, watching as Adam moves around n learns th placement of everything, his presence so natural-feeling tht itâs hard fr Lawrence to even imagine tht he hasnât always been there. and then Adam turns 2 look at him bc he can feel him staring, his hands curled around a mug of hot coffee, eyes still half-lidded w remnants of sleep n hair a wild unruly mess, and he smiles - tht is when Lawrence truly realizes tht he loves him. he cldnât imagine his life w/ out Adam in it. he can hardly remember how it felt to live w/ out him. thtâs when he knows.
I think fr Adam, th moment he became truly aware of how much he loved Lawrence was actually during one of his bad days where he was stuck in th mental bathroom, unable get out of his own head fr much longer than a few minutes at a time. he had gone mostly nonverbal n found the energy needed 2 keep up a conversation was just not smth he had, but instead of Lawrence being irritated by tht fact, he was going out of his way 2 be like, âI know yr not doing well, n thtâs okay, if u want 2 talk to me Iâm here but if u donât Iâll still b here anyways.â n thtâs like smth thtâs so foreign to Adam, ppl being willing 2 understand his struggles w things like speech n eye contact if heâs distressed + who donât try 2 force him to power thru it, so tht first time heâs just sitting there on th couch, leaning against Lawrenceâs side w/ his legs tucked up underneath him n w his weighted blanket covering them both, watching Lawrence fill out th crossword in th daily newspaper n just kinda coasting tht line between being present n checking out, heâs just like. Huh. This Is Nice.
bc no oneâs ever rly offered tht kind of accommodation 2 him? esp not his parents, which is part of wht I mentioned earlier abt his tendency to bottle things up. neither of them have 2 say anything; itâs just comfy, reassuring, sitting so close + sharing a space while maintaining a comfortable silence bc Adam doesnât think he can explain yet. n he looks up at Lawrenceâs face, tracing th heavy line of his furrowed brows as he concentrates hard abt whatever word it is heâs trying 2 figure out, th tip of his tongue peeking out btwn his lips as he squints, occasionally mouthing a word or two, n thtâs kind of when it hits him. itâs just kind of like an internal ah, I see. Lawrence doesnât mind tht heâs like this. he doesnât badger him fr answers or expect him 2 be th perfect image of good mental health n is perfectly content 2 just sit w/ him as he rides it out. thtâs when Adam really gets tht this is love.
tysm fr this ask I had so much fun w it <3
#saw#adam#lawrence#thank u!!!!#I laid down earlier 2 see if it wld help but it. hasn't so#it's been. a long weekend in several different ways jdkds#I spend a lot of time thinking abt th polycule but I've spend Just As Much if not more time thinking abt these 2 lmao#spent*#long post#again. tysm!!
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13 x 7 = 28
pairing: no pairing (no reader mentioned)
word count: 1907
summary: naturally is in deep shit. he got in over his head during sabaac with a member of the five-oh-first and now owes the man in blue more credits than heâs ever had at once. luckily, his oriâvod have his back.
a/n: apparently a sequel to âwhoâs my commanderâ was something ppl wanted, and i was all too eager to write something with my darling twenty-fifth boys. heads up, this is a dialogue-heavy piece. tagging @boba-thotâ, & @morganas-pendragonsâ . please ask me abt my oc boys!! i have so many of them, i would love to share them with yâall!!!
âjort! ba! wait up!â the men in question slow down upon hearing their names being frantically shouted. if there was something bad happening that pertained to combat or one of the carnivorous felucian plants, they wouldnât be the ones sought out. so they realized that it must be something of a personal nature and that allowed their heart rates to slow back down as they turned to identify the vod calling for them.
naturally was in deep shit. he had made the poor decision to join a few members of the five-oh-first in a game of sabaac and now owed them ninety-one credits, which was more than heâs ever had at once. the credits he had now only added up to half of that and knew that if he didnât think of something, heâd be stuck on sanitation to pay off his debt to the cog-headed man.
jort would not admit that his mood softened a little upon identifying the distressed man as naturally. ba, however, knew that the man beside him was indeed sympathetic (sometimes too much for his own good) and that jort was now planning his evening around the needs of the frantic kihâvod in front of them.
ânaturally, whatâs wrong?â
âi was playing sabaac with the five-oh-first and got in over my head! i owe jesse more credits than iâve had since i left kamino and i-â
the rookie was almost trembling and that was it, the older troopers were done for. naturally was now officially under the protection of him and jort, jesse be damned.
a metaphorical lightbulb lit up over jortâs head. ba could see said lightbulb the way he always does when his batchmate has an idea. the lightbulb hasnât been able to distinguish good ideas from bad ones yet, but there was hope for jort yet.
âninety-one, you say?â
âyeah, ninety-one credits.â
âwell natâika, iâve got just the trick to help you out.â
the youngest was almost too busy preening at the term of endearment to realize that his oriâvod was indeed going to help him. ba helped snap him back to reality as jort found a stick, beginning his lesson in the felucian mud.
ba had to admit that this plan was not only kriffing insane, but extremely world-tilting if executed right. it was jedi-level insanity and he didnât doubt for a second that his batchmate learned the trick from the general.
after running naturally through the trick two more times, he felt that his training was paying off. ba had made the point of jesse knowing if naturally was lying about the credits he had on him and they both nodded their agreement. the youngest pulled his credits from his pouch and counted out twenty-eight, dropping the rest of them into baâs hand.
jort takes this as a cue to continue. ânow remember, you have to let him work some of it out himself towards the end. if you did it right from the start, heâll be thinkinâ like you the longer it goes on and heâll fall right into your trap.â naturally is soaking in the information like a sanitation duty sponge, part of him still reeling from the fact heâs being given such attention by a superior.
âdoes this trick help you a lot?â
jort smiles at the question. âonly when the total iâm weaseling out of is ninety-one.â
ba rolls his eyes and butts in, âyou say that as if you donât try your damndest to make the total ninety-one as much as possible.â jort playfully scoffs at the insinuation as ba turns to naturally and grins like a loth-cat, enjoying the laugh he earns almost a tad too much.
this kid was making him soft.
to be truthful, ba would have taken the rookie under his wing the same as jort was currently doing if given the chance to do so in his own time. theyâve discussed as much with fortune, who led oracle company, about snagging a company transfer for the bright-eyed brother. fortune was on board with the idea because he saw how the newer medic worked, the way vode lost the panic in their eyes while being treated by him. it was a valuable trait to have as a medic and even more valuable to the men who fell under his care.
footsteps were heard around them and jort quickly went to mess up the numbers written in the mud. he didnât want his information being spread where he didnât want it, and judging by the look on his vodâikaâs face, the man approaching was indeed jesse.
âyou think you can do it?â
âi know i can.â
âgood man! find me when youâre done!â
ba and jort departed as jesse neared, and naturally was on his own.
âhey, naturally! you owe me for that game!â
naturally moved a hand to his pouch and made a show of getting every credit out. he let them clink together in the outstretched palm of the man in blue. âhereâs twenty-eight credits, iâll see you later-â
âalright, i- wait just a minute! there were seven rounds, and you bet thirteen each time. thatâs way more than a measly twenty-eight!â
âthat comes out to twenty-eight, vod.â
jesseâs wondering whether this guyâs tube was cracked. this rookie medic owes him ninety-one credits! on what planet does thirteen times seven equal twenty-eight? âdid you get dropped on your head as a cadet?â
naturally suppressed a grin. ânot that i can recall.â
âdo you mean to tell me that you can prove that thirteen times seven is twenty-eight?â
âitâs gotta be, i owe you twenty-right credits.â
âtell you what: if you can prove it, you can keep the credits. if you canât, youâll owe me double.â
naturally stiffens a little at the prospect of having to owe one hundred and eighty-two credits to the cogged man who doesnât seem to be the type to forget things like this. but he has faith in himself and the trick jort taught him, so he agrees to the deal and grabs the stick from earlier and begins the trick.
âseven into twenty-eightâs gonna come out to thirteen, watch.â
naturally draws a large seven in the dirt, followed by a significantly smaller twenty-eight separated by a slash, then another slash on the other side of the twenty-eight.
âcan seven go into two?â
âno it will not.â
âthatâs a giant seven to fit into that little bitty two.â
â... yes it is.â
âbut weâre not gonna hurt the little two, so i want you to hold onto it for me.â
naturally âgrabbedâ the two from where he drew it in the dirt and âplacedâ it into jesseâs outstretched palm. that was simple enough so far, but there was still so much farther he had to go before getting out of this mess.
jesse was going with it only because he wanted his credits. thatâs the only reason he was entertaining the bullshit of this rookie medic.
âcan seven go into eight?â
âonce.â
âright, so iâm gonna put the one over here,â naturally drew a one next to the second slash.Â
ânow weâre gonna carry the seven, because itâs a big seven and itâs getting kinda heavy, and weâre gonna drop it down here below the eight.â as naturally speaks, jesse nods and follows along intently. âand seven from eight is?â
âone.â come on, jesse thought, iâm not that kriffinâ stupid.
âalright, now youâve had that two long enough, give it here.â naturally holds his hand out for jesse to give him the two, and the older trooper isnât sure as to why heâs playing into the little game this rookieâs got going but he âdropsâ the two into his palm nonetheless.
âyou see that twenty-one? how many times can seven go into it?â
âthree times.â
âso the three goes over here,â naturally continues as he draws a three into the dirt next to the one, âand look at that, thirteen.â
sure enough, there was now a thirteen drawn into the dirt next to the twenty-eight. jesse didnât completely believe what he was looking at, much less the fact it made sense! he had to get more evidence, surely this wasnât right.
ânah man, youâve gotta prove it better than that if you expect me to believe that your math checks out.â
âalright, certainly.â
âyou gotta multiply it.â
apparently there was still more to say and write if he wanted to save his head from being mounted on a five-oh-first bunk. thank the maker for jortâs extensive explanation or else naturally would have been screwed.
so he smeared away the numbers with a gloved hand, not bothering to care as to how it dirtied the leather, and continued on.
âletâs see here,â naturally mumbles to himself as he begins to draw in the dirt once again, tongue poking out between his teeth. a thirteen is now in the dirt with a seven below it, with a line under the seven. âokay. so weâve got thirteen times seven. three times seven is?â
âtwenty-one.â
âexactly, so we bring a twenty-one down. now one times seven isâŚâ
âseven.â
naturally hums in agreement as he draws a seven below the one in twenty-one. ânow twenty-one plus seven is-â
âtwenty-eight.â jesse seems to be contemplating the lesson very hard, putting it side by side with everything he had been taught prior to then. it looked like it made sense, and his brain said it made sense, but to make him feel better he had to check it one more time.
âbut now we gotta add it, just to be sure.â
âof course.â
this is where naturally sees if his hard work paid off, if jortâs lessons paid off. if he did his part good enough, then jesse would follow along and this would be easy peasy. most importantly though, he wouldnât be bucket deep in debt to the trooper next to him.
smearing the mud one last time, he began to give jesse the final piece of the puzzle. âiâm gonna our down seven thirteens and add âem from there, alright?â
âalright.â
he puts the numbers down, one above another, and draws a line below the last. taking his stick, he begins to count by threes when the other man cuts him off halfway through. âno no no, let me do it this time!â
jesse starts to count by threes and ends on twenty-one, like he should, but also jort was sure to tell him that if he didnât take over now that the plan was doomed to fail.
so in an effort to save his plan, naturally began pointing to the ones with his stick as he counted, âtwenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight!â
he spoke the numbers with confidence as he wrote the twenty-eight into the dirt, turning to give a dignified smirk to the cornflower painted trooper next to him.
jesse looked so lost and had no idea as to why this made a lick of sense, but had to concede that the young medic was right. to answer his earlier question, felucia is a planet where thirteen times seven is twenty-eight.
with a grin naturally collected the credits that had still been clutched in the otherâs hand, stepping on the numbers casually enough to not raise suspicion as to why he was stepping on them. he was saved from a terrible fate and got to keep his money; it was a good night for naturally.
#star wars fanfic#star wars imagines#star wars the clone wars#star wars#original clone characters#ba & jort#clone trooper ba#clone trooper jort#clone trooper naturally#original 25th battalion#25th battalion#this is a crack fic#crack fic#no pairing#i love my oc boys#and i will gladly answer questions about them#the clones deserved better#i love them your honor#jesse's had enough#he doesn't deserve the existential crisis#userkarina
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hello this isnt abt batfam or batman but i saw your age and was wondering how do i survive till 23? i am 18 now and 5 more years is very hard to survive please help
Interesting question. I turn 24 in ten days, and sometimes even Iâm not sure. I guess Iâll talk about how I personally stayed alive this long before I try to give advice.
The very first thing I would say is that I am religious, and that worldview makes a difference. I donât mean that in a âeverything happens for a reasonâ kind of way, and as a matter of fact, I very much dislike that line of thinking. It does a lot of damage, and Iâm aware that it rightly puts a lot of people off from religion in general.Â
I hold two beliefs that I think are helpful in terms of survival. First, I believe that humans are by nature bad. Counterintuitive in this conversation? Stick with me. Every day, but especially at my lowest moments, I hate the things that I am. In a metaphorical sense, my mind whispers to me that I am selfish, that I am cowardly, that I think bad things and I am capable of worse. Iâm hateful, Iâm terrifying, and I am absolutely broken. At my core, there is something fundamentally wrong, and no matter how hard I try, I canât fix it.Â
I am disgusting. Iâm several thousand evil things in a trench-coat pretending to be anything but myself, and Iâm not fooling anyone.Â
Well, yeah. Yeah, Iâm all those things and more: manipulative, lying, self-obsessed, angry, unforgiving, and judgmental. I could, of course, go on.
Hereâs the thing-- everybody is. I am no better and no worse than any other person in the universe, and though I am ever abhorrent thing, I am. I have the same dignity, the same worth, and the same life as any human anywhere. The dark things are part and parcel of my humanity, but although I am not good, I do good.Â
I will never be perfect because that just isnât possible, but I can be kind. I can be loving, I can be strong, and I can be wise.Â
Shit, doesnât that set me free?
Thereâs a lot more to this conversation, and the rest goes, in brief, like this: at the bottom of the darkness that is every soul, we have one great fear-- if I am truly evil, no one will ever love me. Good news on that front, there is a God who does. If thatâs something you want to talk about, hey hit me up. Iâll evangelize on my own time.Â
Back to it. My second belief is a kind of understanding about the passage of time, and itâs sort of hard to boil down into a few sentences, but Iâll try my best. I believe in a grand struggle between good and evil. I know the beginning of that struggle. I know the end of that struggle: that good will win. I am a part of the middle.Â
I see my role in the universe as extraordinary small but absolutely necessary. I have a two-fold purpose-- love God, love humans. I interpret both as a call to help others in any way I can, and I think in the way my life has worked out so far, thatâs really the most important thing keeping me alive.Â
I see all of this through the frame of my religion, but I would argue that everything Iâve said so far is applicable outside of that frame, because a lot of folks get to the same place from a fully secular point of view. I cannot be perfect. I should care about and fight for other people. Thatâs really all weâre working from here.Â
A few years back, when people asked me this question-- how do you stay alive?-- I used to answer âspite,â and thatâs not untrue. I am a very angry person, and the grand majority of that anger is directed at what I perceive as unjust acts. I have a deep-seated hatred of establishments (including the established church), and youâd be shocked at how much of a motivator that can be.Â
I grew up in an environment that was very intentional in teaching me to identify injustice. Though I have radically departed from many of the teachings of my childhood, the part about fighting for others was something I learned at day one, and that bit has stuck around. For the most part, I grew up in an environment where everyone was on the same page about it.Â
And theeeeeeen I went to undergrad. Hello, Texas A&M. I hit campus as an 18 year old fully incapacitated by anxiety. I was the kind of person who didnât-- in fact couldnât--Â speak in front of others. I had always lived my life in a way that minimized myself, because if I never spoke, if I never disagreed, if I never drew attention, I would never make anyone angry. I knew from experience that angry people hurt me, and I was afraid of pain.Â
Then I experienced the absolute shenaniganry of conservative Texans. The culture shock sent me to space and back, and on the return trip I decided that I couldnât be quiet anymore.Â
I learned to speak my freshman year so that I could scream FUCK YOU. It was incredibly painful, and I canât tell you exactly how I managed it other than I was angry, and I didnât want to lose.Â
I fought a similar battle on my homefront against parents that didnât know how to deal with a daughter that disagreed, or even worse, a daughter that wasnât okay. I wasnât a perfect child anymore. I knew I had anxiety, I knew I was depressed, and we all knew who I blamed for that. They hadnât been the perfect parents they thought they were.Â
I found myself growing, little by little, into a person that could write and argue and hold her ground. Thatâs personal growth for sure, but it didnât necessarily help my mental health. As a matter of fact, my health declined all through undergrad, and in my third and final year, I cracked.
I was desperate. I was isolated. I was flooded by fear and despair, and I was falling apart. I donât remember huge chunks of undergrad because I was so depressed that the memories didnât stick, but I do remember my tipping point.
It was something small. The ceiling fan in my bedroom was broken. The lighting chain worked fine, but if anyone pulled the fan chain, the whole thing would stop working. I mixed up which chain was which, pulled the wrong cord, and broke it for the fourth time.Â
For some reason, that was it. I lay down on my floor and cried for an hour, and while I did, my mind went to, as the kids say, a dark place. Finally, I called my mom and begged for psychiatric medication, something I had always been afraid to ask for. At the time, my parents believed that antidepressants were overprescribed, and they mocked parents that let their children take them.Â
At around the same time, I was deciding what to do with my life. I was about to graduate, and I had always wanted to be a kindergarten teacher. Instead, everyone in my life pushed me towards law school. I didnât know what to do, but I began fantasizing, not about going to law school exactly, but about being the kind of person that could go to law school.Â
I knew that law school would be entail public speaking and constant conflict and the kind of work that would be hard for a person who sometimes couldnât leave her bed. I wanted to be someone who could do all of that, but I didnât believe I was.
Enter Donald Trump. Post-November 2016, I struggled to understand how something like that could happen, and I watched everyone else deal with it too. I began confused, moved to distraught, then returned to what I always am: angry.
January 2017 was the inauguration and shortly afterwards, the âMuslim ban.â I read the news on my bedroom floor, and there was one specific part that stuck out to me. There were pictures of lawyers flooding the airports. There was a court case headed for SCOTUS.
I suddenly realized that one group-- one very select group-- was doing what I was powerless to accomplish. I hated establishments, and there was one group that could challenge and change them. Some people could fight in the way I wanted to, and those people were lawyers.
I have a very distinct memory of looking into the bathroom mirror of my third-year apartment and thinking, âI will be miserable for the rest of my life, no matter what I do or what career I pick. I might as well be a miserable lawyer.â
So I took my antidepressants and I went to law school. Iâm not going to rehash everything that happened there in this particular post, because in this topic, I donât think it matters. The relevant part is that I went, and I had my reason why.
Sure as hell can tell you that law school wasnât good for my health. The last three years have been, in terms of sheer stress and despair, the worst of my life. I picked up a self-harm habit, endured consistent humiliation, cycled through six different antidepressants, had horrible relationships, and developed a psychotic disorder. Donât get me wrong, there were good things too. I met people that are important me, and beyond that, I grew.Â
I know that 18 year old me would be absolutely flabbergasted by the woman I am now, cracks and flaws included. I wouldnât say Iâm healthy or okay, but I am more healthy and more okay. Iâm coming out of this mess with the institutional power I wanted, and now I get to decide what to do with it.Â
I was wrong three years ago when I looked in that bathroom mirror. I know now that I wonât be miserable for the rest of my life. Iâm going to be happy someday, and to the parts of me that say otherwise: fuck you. Iâve learned to say it now.Â
I graduated law school this week, and this month, Iâve felt better than I ever have before. Iâm singing again, I dropped two medications, and suddenly, everything is so, so funny. Iâve been laughing so hard my face hurts the day after.Â
This is a huge turning point in my life, so Iâve been meditating on my past. Iâve come to the conclusion that in most of the ways that matter, I won. My family has been forced to accept what I am. I became the person I wanted to be, even though I thought I wasnât capable of that.Â
I know for sure that there will be times in my life where I hit rock bottom again, and thatâs not gonna be fun. Itâs likely that with my mental health issues, I will always have to work harder than my peers to get the same results. Thatâs unfair.Â
I also know that high points exist, and I will have them. I am having them, and I will again.Â
I guess in recap, I know that I have deep flaws and ugly parts, but I am at peace with that. I know that I must help others, and in pursuit of that goal, I became a person I like more than the girl I used to be.Â
You have exactly the same potential. I want you to know that whatever you are now, thatâs not your forever. Circumstances change, and you will change too. Weâre human, you and I, and thatâs an exciting thing to be.Â
Your worth comes from your humanity itself, both evil and good, not the things you do or the fights you win. You never have to compare yourself to others because you are exactly the same as everybody else-- no better, but certainly no worse. Youâre a person. Thatâs enough.Â
Iâm telling you all those things, and as advice, Iâll say this: get angry and fight. Fight for others. You can help them, and you should. Fight for yourself. You are worthy of respect, and everyone else should give it to you. Fight yourself. Any part of you that preaches despair is wrong.Â
Find the thing that makes you angry and use it. Things are fucked up! Thereâs a lot to be angry about. I put it this way to my classmates, now my attorney peers: you get one hill to die on. Whatâs your hill? Go and defend it.Â
Hereâs an interesting thing, anon. Your hill can be yourself. Thereâs nothing wrong with that. Youâre right. Five years is a lot, and all the years beyond that are more. Take your antidepressants and go.
#anyway here's a fucking autobiography I guess#let's see what to tag what to tag#religion#christianity#suicide#suicidal thoughts#suicidal ideation#asks#personal i guess#wait I thought of more#self harm#american politics#if the read more on this post doesn't work again I'm rioting#been having that glitch lately
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Iâll hold you to that
Summary: Thereâs a new message from a stranger in her DMs, but what does he want from her and why exactly is he so freaking cute?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)
Warnings: swearing; that should be it, I think?
A/N: This is the second fic in two days, who even am I? What am I even doing? What is happening?! My only excuse is that Iâve started this like 2 months ago and only now got round to finishing it so...enjoy?
This might need a second part though, I feel like I need some college dorkiness in my life rn
Also, do some text and ig messages count as making this a social media au? Probably not, since I was too lazy to do that format with the apps and all that?
masterlist // Watermelon Sugar - another part
Natasha is lying on her friendâs bed, furiously typing away at her phone. The chime of incoming messages is constant and it is starting to drive Y/N up the wall.
âYou could do this in your room as well, you know.â Turning in her desk chair, ready to start going off on the redhead, Y/N is cut short by a long suffering sigh. âWhatâs wrong now?â She knows that if she ignores Nat now, she would only get more annoying, which in turn would leave her no chance of finishing studying for the night.
âIâm talking with the people in my group, trying to prepare for the mock trial next month and thereâs this guy who is completely infuriating!â Nat spats and lets out another groan, as her fingers fly across the screen. âHe says that we should stop defending the CFO and try and get a settlement because itâs obvious he actually did indeed commit fraud. How are we supposed to make a case and win when heâs completely disregarding everything weâve studied this semester? Of course the prick committed fraud, but we still have to make the case for him, this is the fucking assignment, you pompous asshole.â
âYeah, babe, I have no idea what youâre saying there, but go you! Down with Wall Street or whatever, but I still need to study for this management exam, so it would be great if you could kindly fuck off to your room?â Y/N smiles at Nat, who finally looks up at her and sighs.
âFine. Iâll let you study for your stupid exam, but you still need to reply to that cute guy like you promised.â
âRemind me again, why am I supposed to do that?â
âBecause you promised, you ass! And your sex life is shit so Wands and I reckon if you get laid, youâll stop being so stuck up about school.â Itâs Natâs turn to smile sweetly at Y/N, who throws a pen at her retreating form.
âWhy are you guys like this?!â
âWe both have unresolved daddy issues, now get on with it or Iâll send Wanda in here.â
Y/N sighs heavily and slumps in her chair. She glances at her charging phone on the desk and tentatively picks it up. She unlocks it, a picture of her and her roommates popping up on the screen and the notification is still there. Still taunting her, still adding fuel to her friendsâ pestering.
They have looked through his page, of course. They have looked at all the pictures with his friends, some of them recognisable from the halls of college, all the pictures of him in various cafes, restaurants, bars, gyms, but the picture she still comes back to is the one with him at the beach. Wayfarers perched on the bridge of his nose, ruffled hair in the wind, and that tan that stretches from the set shoulders to the prominent six pack (although the bottle of beer in his hand makes those abs so unfair to believe exist) to the firm thighs. She has looked through all of his pictures, analysing every detail and description, still wondering how in the hell she managed to catch his attention enough to grant her a message from him. And then she would go on her profile, filled with pictures from the dance studio, her coffee filled all-nighters in the library, and fair enough, there is that picture of her at the pool where her bum looks just right and she could get why in a sense, but what the hell, look at that guy!
Her fingers still hover over the notification indecisively, when the group chat pops up on her screen.
Wands: do it, bitch
Y/N: I was just getting myself ready!!!!
Wands: uâre a clown
Wands: JUST DO IT
Y/N:Â why must you attack me like this
Nat: Iâm interrupting my fight with that idiot to send you this very important message
Nat: do it, bitch
Y/N: I hate you both
Y/N finally taps on the notification and there - in all its glory there is one simple message that has been giving her a headache since the previous night. Granted, she was a bit drunk on wine, and the shriek she let out when she saw the blinking notification made her toss her phone to the other side of the couch. Wanda picked it up and looked at it confused, while Natasha slumped on the couch in order to see over her shoulder. They both whistled at the same time, which was disturbing in and of itself, thinking how alike all of their mannerisms have become since they became roommates two years prior.
She takes a big breath that does nothing to relieve her nerves, and biting her lip, she finally opens the app to her messages.
JamesBBarnes: Hey
Huh. Funny how such a little greeting makes her tap her leg unconsciously to the point that their downstairs neighbours will be complaining at their door soon. She closes her eyes for a second, shakes her head and mutters a 'what the hell.'
Y/Nwhatthehell: Hi
Now that this obstacle is over, Y/N idly wonders what made her so flustered. He's just a guy who happened to send her a message after following her on Instagram. There's nothing weird about it, is it? They're both attending the same university, she's fairly sure one of his friends is actually the guy Natasha is currently fighting with on that project of theirs. Maybe he just wants to be friendly, maybe he needs some management information for one of his mock trials. Who even knows, so what is she so stressed about? With a huff, she throws her phone away, determined to finish the chapter opened in front of her and relax for the rest of the evening.
She's in the middle of writing the last note on employee engagement, when a ping from her bed startles her into dropping her pen. She turns cautiously, as if sudden movements would force Aragog crawling out of the device, but decides she's being stupid again so she stands up and nearly lunges on the sheets.
As confusion is written all over her face after reading the first line in the notifications bar, she opens the app and stares at the screen.
JamesBBarnes: Listen, I know this might sound weird, but could you ask your friend to stop fighting with Steve? I'm trying to study over here and he's been throwing stuff around since yesterday saying something about a redhead girl who's hijacking his trial just bc she wants to prove a point
She doesn't know what she was expecting, but it's definitely not this. Is that disappointment she feels for hyping herself up just so he can ask this type of nonsense of her? Maybe, but maybe she just feels a little silly for having thought this guy would hit on her on Instagram. She sighs and replies to him, now annoyed with herself more than anything.
Y/Nwhatthehell: why didn't you just send her a message?
JamesBBarnes: From what I've heard about this Natasha, you seemed like the more reasonable one
The reply is swift, and makes her smile. Nat can be a bit too much if not handled with care, especially when it comes to group work. However, Y/N now has what seems like a million questions, and sheâs even more confused than a few minutes ago.
Y/Nwhatthehell: how did you even find my IG anyway?
JamesBBarnes: oh Steve has a huge crush on Natasha and we were all forced to go through her every single photo and hear about how amazing she is every single day since the beginning of the year
JamesBBarnes: but maybe don't tell her thatÂ
JamesBBarnes: you know what, screw that. You can even show her that msg, the punk will never be man enough to tell her himself, might as well get my revenge for all the days I've been forced to listen to him go on and on abt her
She takes a second to read the messages again, when a howl of laughter bursts out of her chest. She had an inkling this was the case, from the way Steve has suspiciously been assigned to every single group project Nat had since September. And Y/N could bet his feelings weren't unrequited, for all the hissy fits Natasha has been throwing about him lately.
Y/Nwhatthehell: what if i tell you he might get what he wants if i tell her that?
Y/Nwhathehell: would you be able to put up with him when he's in a relationship with her? He's probs gonna be 10x worse
JamesBBarnes: oh shit u're rightÂ
JamesBBarnes: fuck it, might as well get it over with. At least he'll stop moping every time she calls him an idiotÂ
Y/Nwhatthehell: you make a very compelling case, James. Studying law must have its benefits...you know, like having strong well rounded arguments
JamesBBarnes: my arguments would make more sense if i would be allowed to study ya knowÂ
JamesBBarnes: and it's BuckyÂ
Y/Nwhatthehell: ?
JamesBBarnes: my friends call me BuckyÂ
Y/Nwhathehell: so we're friends now, are we?
Y/N can't stop the feeling of giddiness that starts to inflate through her chest. She might not have gotten the flirtatious messages she was expecting, but this seems somehow better. More real.
JamesBBarnes: if we're playing matchmakers for our friends, might as well be, don't you think?
Y/Nwhatthehell: i think i'll need a stronger argument than that in order to help you
JamesBBarnes: tell you what. I'll buy you a coffee and a pizza if you help me with those twoÂ
Y/Nwhatthehell: coffee and pizza? A man after my own heart
She wonders for a second if that comment will freak him out, but hangs her head with a grin that splits her face when she sees his reply.
JamesBBarnes: only for you babeÂ
Bucky stares at the screen, unable to process what he just sent. He likes this girl, likes how his first impression after seeing her profile hasn't changed after starting to talk to her. He knows how easy it is to lie away your life on social media, and he can admit he's more than excited that she seems as wholesome and funny through text, and not only through pictures. Following her and sending her that message yesterday was his genuine desperation at trying to do something, anything really to make Steve stop, but he didn't expect to actually want to keep talking to her. He really hopes he hasn't messed up anything, when 'Typing...' keeps appearing and disappearing.
Y/Nwhatthehell: i'll hold you to that, babe
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ANOTHER BUSY DAY IN THE ANDROMEDA GALAXY
I started the day running errands on Havarl, culminating with finishing off Jaalâs loyalty mission! I took Vetra with us thinking âhey, if anyone knows sibling dynamics...â but then she factored into all of that absolutely 0%, lol @ me. but no matter! Jaal was super flirty as we made our way to the Forge, and it was adorable when he was like âHERE MEET MY FRIEND SO YOU CAN SEE AKKSUL IS WRONGâ and bodily dragged me toward his siblings. their fight was absorbing and intense; I LEGIT GASPED WHEN HIS SISTER SHOT HIS BROTHER. LIKE!! the whole confrontation with Akksul felt super weighty and I really enjoyed it-- keeping my trigger discipline to not shoot that dude was really hard! there was a split second there where his bolt was headed toward Jaalâs face and I was like âif I kill off Jaal in his loyalty mission Iâll be so upsetâ but nope it all worked out, he has a bitchin cheek scar now, and the respect of his people, and I got a forehead touch so yâknow. i melted. GOSH. then I died laughing at Akksulâs not-apology email.
now Jaal wants me to meet his mom(s) but Helen said thatâll lock in the romance, so Iâll probably wait just a little longer so I can uh keep having FWB sex with Peebee and ?maybe??? flirt with Vetra at some point? altho I teasingly called her MOM last time we were in Kadara Port so maybe not. (Jaal still hates it there, heâs so grumpy and itâs cute, but I digress)
this one got even longer than usual so doing a cut
one thing that I really like, that the game navigates in interesting ways, is that to the angara, weâre all just âMilky Way people.â like. so much of the original trilogy is about navigating the differences between all these aliens, and like, some of that is here too, esp with the krogan, but itâs actually really neat the way weâve flattened out. and even with the krogan itâs still night and day-- like. comparing what Tuchanka is like in ME2 when Wrex is still solidifying his status as warlord is miles away from what itâs like for me to wander around New Tuchanka or, especially, just run into random krogan out and about (like the nice water scouts. WHY COULDNâT I JUST GIVE THEM THE WATER? but Iâm getting ahead of myself). I know some of it has the Watsonian explanation of, like, only forward-thinking, open-minded krogan would be interested in the Initiative in the first place, and some of it is the Doylist explanation of âwell people really liked that Charr/Ereba romance so letâs have more sweetie pie kroganâ but like. overall. itâs interesting, and Iâm sure thereâs more angles I havenât considered.
I traced more of those comm buoys for Addison and learned that the doctor sheâs obsessed with ran away to get pregnant! I definitely read that whole situation as Addison being in love with this lady and tbh it still doesnât refute it? but I wonât get any more progress until I make a new outpost. the whole idea of âthe first human baby born in Heleusâ thing is really cool, though, and Iâm invested.
then I went to Elaaden! I feel some kind of way about Lexi diagnosing all of these scavengers with Brain Disease, but I canât put my finger on it exactly-- other than, I guess, my general discomfort with pathologizing criminality. I was glad she said we couldnât vaccinate people without their consent, but the whole thing smacks as very... self-conscious on the part of the game creators? like they thought people would say âhey itâs a huge plot hole that the Initiative screened every person before putting them on the arks and yet so many of them do crimes, explain that to meâ and they were like âoh yeah shit that makes no sense, itâs not like people faced with the existential crisis of being in a brand new place 600 years away from everything theyâve ever known with no way back and not enough resources and multiple things wanting to kill them might just make desperate, risky choices, thatâs not good enough, obviously we need to explain it with BRAIN DISEASE.â come on.
I made it to New Tuchanka, where the postings on the terminals are literally my favorite part of this whole game. THE ONE KROGAN WHO WANTS GINGERBREAD. THE ONE WHO DOESNâT WANT TO FOCUS ON CONS AND SUGGESTS AÂ âPRO-VERSATION.â THE ONE ABOUT THE âPROBLETUNITYâ OF MATING SUGGESTING WATCHING KRANTT HARDLY WAIT. THE ONE WHO INVENTED BLOOD RAGE FOR GUN TURRETS. but also, the best one, my favorite one of all: KRANTT THE RAGENING LARP. there is nothing I would not give to play Krantt: The Ragening.
I sort of tripped and fell and decided to finish Drackâs loyalty mission even though I intended to do more Elaaden things first, and that was a blast. Vorn is so presh! and also Drack is my dad so thereâs that. I loved that Vorn helped save the day with a poison vegetable, and I love that Kesh pretended not to like the flower he got her. it was like-- okay. real talk, I just spent like 20 minutes trying to find proof that there is, in fact, a scene in parks and rec where someone gives April a friendship bracelet and she pretended to hate it until they threatened to take it back and could not find it ANYWHERE and felt so gaslit until I realized that that scene was not about April at all but Louise Belcher so. GOOD JOB ME. anyway. it was like that. kesh pretending her comm was broken when Tann tried to talk to her is the oldest joke in the book but I laughed anyway.Â
and then I TOOK SPENDER DOWN FOR GOOD. Iâm a little miffed that neither Kesh nor Tann got to be in on that discussion; like, I recognize he was Addisonâs underling but given all the bullshit he pulled with the krogan I especially felt Kesh deserved to be there? at one point there was a dialogue tree where I could either say it was Addisonâs fault or Spenderâs fault, and I picked the latter because I think they both such but Spender sucks worse, but in hindsight I wish Iâd stuck it to Addison more because my dialogue was way too nice. when faced with the choice of jailing or exiling Spender, I picked jail despite my desire to defund Nexus Militia because I was scared if I exiled him heâd just come back as a worse enemy because of all his off-station contacts. when reviewing the choice in the codex, though, it narrativized my choice by saying I imprisoned him knowing he âwould never survive life on the run from his former associates.â that wasnât my assumption at all! quite the opposite! I jailed him thinking heâd start a coup from without if I didnât, and itâs really interesting to me that the game isnât framing that as a concern Ryder would have reasonably had. anyway, now Brecka has his job, which is good because Brecka is the best.
before leaving I unlocked my last memory, and SURPRISE MY MOM IS ALIVE. WELL. FOR A GIVEN DEFINITION OF ALIVE. i donât know why Iâm surprised; of course my dad sucked that much. but also, the fact that all of that got nestled in with the reaper ârevealâ (if you can call it that) felt... very strange? like. this is such a personal, emotional thing for Ryder. obviously for the player harkening back to the trilogy is supposed to be a gut wrench, and objectively, yes, I can see how the knowledge that they might have narrowly escaped certain death is a big deal, but like. the reapers arenât HERE. they arenât relevant. my MOM, on the other hand, is and is, apparently! itâs occurring to me I didnât even try to find her mis-labeled pod, I was so turned around by all the benefactor stuff after the fact. anyway.
swung by Kadara to get drinks with Drack and had an epic bar fight, and then Lexi p much lectured us both abt it because Drack is like 90% spit and duct tape at this point. him talking about raising Kesh giving him a new lease on life was VERY sweet, tho, and his line about how parents arenât the finish line, theyâre the starting line was very good.
went back to Elaaden, which Jaal called âa big planetâ while discussing hunting someone down and AU CONTRAIRE, JAAL, IT IS A MOON. wish Iâd had Drack with me when I found Anneaâs water because I bet he would have had better dialogue than Cora, but alas. felt very weird giving control of the reservoir to the Nexus, but like. Annea being like âyou canât, this is my emotional support monopoly on a vital natural resourceâ just wasnât gonna fly with how Iâm playing Ryder. I was gratified to hear the Nexus guy at Paradise say we were giving the water to everyone, including krogan and scavengers, because I 100% did not trust Tann not to overrule him with some shitty call.
then I went to the Remnant ship to stop Morda from making a bomb out of the drive core, and it was all going swimmingly until I traced the signal to that cave inside the flophouse and suddenly my triangle button stopped working, making me unable to activate the console. YIKES. a quick google of the issue tells me that this mission is buggy for a lot of people and reloading from an earlier save tends to help, but I tried that and the issue persisted so I gave up for the evening. hopefully a fresh start tomorrow and time for the ps4 to cool off is all that is required.Â
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Not sure if you remember but you reblogged a post a while back (and tagged it #antagonist au if that helps) and talked in the tags abt Lewis trying and failing to be a villain and like. I'd love to hear more abt that
Ay! So fun fact! I accidentally mish-mashed a bunch of aus together so have fun~Â
EDIT: ALSO! Please be sure to check out the tags for the Trigger warnings!
Antagonistic LewisÂ
I can be a villain, Lewis reassures himself, taking quick, long paces as he circled the dark, Stoney room. Youâve done this plenty of times before! Sure that was on stage, everyone knew their part- but you can do thisâŚ!
If he still had a neck, a throat, heâd be gulping back his worry. But unfortunately that form of him hardly came up and right now, he wasnât sure how to deal with the ordeal that would have been needed to bring up his face.Â
Unless. Lewis pauses for just a moment, eyes snapping over to a chair in the middle of the room. Well, not just a chair, it just so happened to be holding the very man who forced Lewis into a position such as this. Killed him, snatched a life of opportunity away. If it was to show him, then maybe. Maybe he could shove aside the swamped feeling of despair, inturn for the reward of watching his killers face becomes contorting with the knowledge that his victim was back. Then Arthur would know. He would be able to comprehend just how serious he was.
Bitterness almost drips from the ceiling and clings to his clothes and skull like glue, fueling his thoughts to spiral and grow restless and angry, how He wanted to be a father and have a family, Kingsmen. A family where you were in it.
His fist tightens, glare honing in so much he could see the hairs on the back of Arthurs neck stand on end. How his shoulders shake and tremble and rise with shallow breaths. Earlier Lewis had been worried he had restrained too tight. But now? Lewis wanted to grab the knotted ends of the rope, and pull and pull until he could watch Arthurâs organs come up his throat.Â
No. No⌠not yet. Lewis hisses to himself, shoving his rage and making it subside into something more manageable. Disdain. Sure, annoyance and hatred threatened to climb up his body and consume him entirely in a sheet of flame. Flash out and have the roar echo against the walls. But he forced himself to stay silent, calm. It was better to keep his bitterness hidden for now.
Not yet. Lewis reminds himself, echoing it through his head like a mantra and Lewis takes slow, careful steps. Relishing the click, click, click of his heels. Each one marking the smallest jolt in his captivesâ shoulders, who slowly began to sir.
Wait until he was conscious. And show him the true meaning of fear.
Lewisâs smile stretches across his cheeks, listening to the smallest moan creeping out of Arthurs mouth. Able to watch that peaceful expression become one of confusion, disbelief, and slowly blink to awakeness. Lewis could almost commend himself on the dramatic timing, because just as Arthur lifted his head, he gasps, eyes snapping up to meet his expression. Fear and confusion taking hold of his body, covering his face like a rat stuck in a trap.
It fills Lewis with a glee so immense he could giggle with delight. Jitteriness taking hold of his entire body.
âGood evening, Arthur,â He hums, unable to make out the euphoric feeling of finally being able to speak these words for real now. No more reciting, no more imagining. Arthurs racing heartbeat was real and Lewis could feel its pound in every part of their small room, âIâm so glad we could finally meet in person. No more running away, hiding away in that van of yours,â Oh yes, Arthur will pay handsomely, one for taking away his life and spitting on it with the pathetic excuse of a search, and two, for wasting all of his precious time.Â
His smile tightens, teeth grinding and straining against his jaw. The noise grinding into his ears and making his body nearly convulse. Had he cared just a bit more for himself and his bony form, he would have paid it more mind.Â
Instead.Â
SLAM. Arthur screams, jerking his body like he was trying to leap away, only to be bound by the tight ropes around his chest and the hand gripping his shoulder. The fist- had it been lacking a glove- would be noticeably growing red. Knuckles would have bulged out from his skin. And if Lewis was being serious, he wouldnât doubt it if the bone ripped through. Thatâs just how anger was.Â
And, just like how he imagined, so many times before, it hurt.
When he grabbed it, Arthur had most likely gasped, tried to wriggle out. Now his shoulder was clamped to the chair and Lewis was inches away from his face. Unable to properly examine how Arthurs eyes snap from him to his shoulder, make out how he desperately tries to push and wriggle his arm out. So much that he slams his elbow against the chair to force it out. But to no avail.
Now to deliver his next lines, âYou know, I was thinking of how I should kill you ever since you trespassed onto my property.â he made sure to whisper, low and soft, to drive home just how little he cared, as if being quiet would show this despicable man how serious lewis is.Â
His grip tightens. âIâve been imagining every possible death I could bestow upon you. Should it be the way I died? Should it be in a bathtub?â As he speaks, his hand latches to Arthurs chin and jerks his head to the side. The room shifted, morphed, the walls opening up and staining with water-damaged wallpaper. A single tub, covered in rust standing at the furthest wall.Â
Drops of tears hit Lewisâs fingers, snatching his attention down before directing his gaze to Arthurâs face- his eyes were wide and his neck strains, breath coming out in shallow, panicky breaths. The severity of the situation finally hitting him.Â
To think, Suddenly, A voice in the back of Lewisâs head whispers, you had to save him from many of these types of situations before.
âŚHuh?Â
Lewis couldnât help but blink, eyebrows screwing together as his mind suddenly freezes. Frozen- not like heâs been hit by a bullet, but instead watching a travesty occur and being unable to process any of it. And for a moment, Lewis canât help but be shocked at the tone of it. Indifference? Boredom? Ple-
âP-please stop it-â Arthur chokes out. His eyes squinting shut as tears fill his eyes and begin to drip, rolling down his cheeks and- and suddenly Lewisâs thoughts stall. His plan, his- his script jumbled and losing itself in a wave of confusion and-Â
What is he doing? Why are they there-Â âWhy should I? Iâm dead, donât you remember?â
Arthur throws his shoulder again. But to no avail. His eyebrows twist up, and he looks up at Lewis once more and a pleading look is all that Lewis can make out. Except instead of filling Lewis with rage, it throws him further into the murky depths of confusion. Is-is he seeing this right now? Why-Â
He didnât even notice, but his grip loosened. So much so that Lewis took a step back- floated away and he could barely make out his hand simply dangling there.
âI just- I just want to find my fr-friend.â Arthur chokes out, more tears rolling down his face as he dissolves into that awkward shuddery sob. Unable to breathe but with so much trying to leap out of your throat and thereâs nothing else you can do to lock it up.Â
It was⌠pathetic. Horribly pathetic. But- âŚÂ
Lewis shakes his head, reminding himself that there was no way this bastard is being honest! He lied for years- excellently crafted a lie beyond any logic that ultimately ended in shoving him off a cliff and to his doom-Â
And he continues to lie? Even- even fucking now?Â
But Arthur doesnât stop crying, his shoulders shaking and the rest of his body beginning to tremble. The only thing preventing him from slumping over and really seal the deal of his supposive despair was the rope that Lewis was now seriously regretting.
âŚWhat was he thinking? Lewis demands of himself, tearing through his thoughts as he circles the side of Arthur and his fingers lace the ridges of the rope.Â
âH-hey, Iâm sorry, Arthur.. I didnât mean to- fuck- I shouldnât have done that-â He stumbles over his words, fumbling with the intonation, as well as whether or not he had the right to even apologize for- for kidnapping him! For threatening him with death-! Lewis should be ashamed of his actions. The rope unravels, and disintegrates. Arthur brings up his arms slowly, eyeing his palms in shock before heâs up and standing and turning to Lewis. Distrust covering his face as he backs away like a frightened cat and almost pressing himself against the wall behind him.Â
Lewis, wasnât exactly sure how to respond. Something about this scenario was off, it was wrong, and he couldnât tell what exactly it was. Perhaps it was just the guilt that was already beginning to swell.Â
He- heâs seen this before, hasnât he? Lewis could only recall a faint image- when they were much younger. Lewis was trying to practice for his role in a play, and Arthur had come over to help.Â
Lewis was a villain, and they were dangerous. He was dangerous. He only- took out his frustration through his roles.. AndâŚÂ
Lewis faintly could remember the scream. Arthur begging him to stop because he was hurt.
How did Arthur ever forgive him for breaking his arm-?
âWh-hereâs the exit?â Arthur asked, his voice wavers and Lewis is once again forced to see the sorrow etched into his exhausted face, and Lewis had to remind himself that things were different now. He-Â
Silencing his thoughts, shooing away the memories, Lewis sighs and nods to the door just a yard away from Arthurs feet, keeping his head down. âDown the hall, then take a left and go up some stairs, the exit will be on your left.âÂ
He flicks his wrist, and several deadbeats fizz into existence, âhere, theyâll guide you out-
Click
BANG!
Thereâs an explosion. One that rocks through the room, and tears into him. Somehow Lewis was still standing, but that could have been the shock, as his eyes flicker down and peer at his chest⌠and make out.. A hole.
A small one, barely big enough to chip anything major- being his anchor and ribs- but⌠a hole. Thatâs for sure.Â
Lewis blinks, slowly raising his gaze andâŚ. Only able to make outâŚÂ
Arthur. Has a gun. A gun that is pointed directly at him now. Smoking lightly and shaking even more. Matching the look of complete, utter terror on his face.Â
âAr-â
Another bang, but this time Lewis was plunged into a world of black.
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get in , sugar  ! iâm char & youâre looking absolutely STUNNING tonight ! wanna go for a ride that is miss caterina trevisano ?
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being born to a couple of italian programmers , adriano & alessia ,  didnât exactly mean that caterina would have a princess - like childhood. instead of playing dress - up and thinking about which barbie doll sheâd take to the kindergarten that day , the girl was stuck simply watching her parents as they planned their next move towards money and glory or reading the numerous books about computing.
though , as they say , patience always pays off - and eventually , the trevisanos snatched the jackpot by starting up a online back - up company ( think like ... carbonite inc ? ) , which made things skyrocket for the fam.
by the age of 11 , the trevisanos had everything theyâd been working for - from the house that made every one of their neighbours jealous to the opportunities to become friends with people in the highest of places. caterinaâs parents were able to keep their heads straight , whereas the little girl could not. her ability to get everything within a blink of an eye completely messed with her head , turning her from a kind - hearted girl to  someone spoiled and cold.
originally , her parents thought that it all was a â phase â and everything would go back to normal in a matter of weeks ( months , maybe ) , however , the crazier caterinaâs act got , the more their patience was tested , and as soon as she got to high school , they cut off her allowance , saying that they would gradually give it back to her if they see the change in her - by change meaning that they would see her actually try to become a better person ,  not just act like that.
as much as she didnât like that idea , cat knew that it was easier to play by her parentsâ rules , at least while she lives under their roof. she successfully tried out with the diving team , willingly signed up for volunteering at the animal shelter , started tutoring -  literally done as much as she could to appear better in her parentsâ eyes. though , in reality , she got bored of diving in , like , 3 weeks , faked an injury and quit ; stopped tutoring after 3 months using the , â oh , my schedule is so full , iâm sorry ! â excuse & volunteering ... well , there really was no way around it. besides , she liked that.
caterinaâs impatience really didnât help her since her parents were quick to notice that she lost interest in her activities very quickly , so they kind of let her go on that one and started bugging her about another thing -  a scholarship. in order to prove her parents wrong , caterina was determined to get the scholarship on her own. her relationship w/ the parents was already strained due to the years of differences in their interests and her future , so really all she wanted was to get into some school on her own and rub it in their faces. then sheâd get money from her trust fund and move away from the constant pressure and all that jazzzzzzz
knowing their daughter , adriano and alessia offered to â help â their daughter ( â the politician â vibes ! ) , and unnaturally for her , caterina refused. but honestly , do you think they listened ? HELL NAW
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she is a  heavy smoker. doesnât do drugs , very rarely drinks , but she smokes a lot - marboro reds are her poison of choice , to be exact. when asked as to why she is doing this to her body , the response is something along the lines of â iâm pissed of 99 percent of the time , and having five minutes to myself helps tremendously â .
is a GOD DAMNED slytherin , like no joke. allows herself to talk shit abt others without even noticing so.
10/10 friend , loves her sisters as if they are actually her relatives. will ABSOLUTELY cuss you out for looking the wrong way @ them.
the most important thing abt cat tho ... her parents bought her a way into a uni not because of the fact that she isnât smart ; she is smarter than she appears to be ( i mean , the girl truly wants to become the next bill gates - that is ambitious , to say the least) , but her impatient nature doesnât allow her to fully immerse herself in her â interests â & computing is where sheâll eventually be able to build a name for herself thanks to all the connections her parents have.
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lis ten. ..... i am open to as much havoc as there is ... you need a scape goat ? an enemy ? a hook - up ? cat is ur girl !
#heirs.intro#i'll be mobile for the rest of the night#so if i disappeared ... i died đ¤ #also ... isn't it obvious how i just COMPLETELY gave up somewhere in the middle of it l m a o
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(1/2) Ghost Anon: May I get a bnha matchup? Iâm Vicente, a 4â11â pan trans-guy, whoâs 18 years old and in college for art! I adore cats, halloween, video games, & death metal! My MBTI is INFP-T! I have trouble befriending others irl because Iâm MAD standoffish & have an abrasive personality but for those Iâm close to I do whatever I can to cheer em up when theyâre down! I have history with martial arts (abt 5/6 years) I LOVE sparring and get a thrill from fakin people out and landin a solid hit!
fuckkkk Iâm sorry this is late⌠I am one (1) dumbass. Also under the cut for length bc I kept on deleting it and starting over and before I knew it the first matchup was four pages long (in the end it was 9 pages long)
#1 isâŚTamaki!Â
Okay so!!!Â
We all know that Tamaki freaks out easilyÂ
And letâs say thereâs a meetup for young, promising students
Mirio and Neijre are thrivingÂ
But Tamaki is stuck in a corner trying to not get noticed
 Heâs panickingÂ
And then he sees you from across the roomÂ
You look pissed as all hellÂ
Crossing your arms and watching three other students brag about their exploitsÂ
He notices that you look like your gradually getting more and more annoyedÂ
Eventually, you huff and walk away, and Tamaki realises that youâve got something perched on your shoulder
 He takes a bit of a look and sees that itâs a skeletal cat, walking back and forth and clearly agitated.Â
You sit on a chair at one of the semi-fancy, plastic tablecloth tables, about two feet away from TamakiÂ
Heâs clearly â??â and nervous as hell that he pissed you off
until you start talkingÂ
âWhatâre you doinâ?âÂ
Tamakiâs confused as all get outÂ
And itâs clear that heâs promptly terrifiedÂ
Until you glance at him out of the corner of your eyesÂ
And the cat is staring at him with hollow eye sockets, tilting its headÂ
And you say âYou look lonely.âÂ
Tamaki flushes bright redÂ
You noticed him???Â
Did he do something obvious?Â
Was he pissing you off?
Did lonely people piss you off?
Did he make you feel bad???
You shrug at his silence, and though he canât see it, youâre kinda hurtÂ
Itâs not like you want to actually scare anybody (besides villains).Â
So imagine your surprise when he manages to pipe upÂ
âWh-wh-whatâs yourâŚquirkâŚ?âÂ
Itâs less than a whisper, but you catch it, and you look over with a raised eyebrowÂ
âDeath.â You look away. âPsychopomp. Angel of Death. Grim Reaper. Whatever you wanâ to call it.âÂ
Tamaki baulksÂ
He didnât even know that quirks that severe existed
Youâre kinda staring in the opposite direction and he can tell that his silence is definitely not helpingÂ
But heâs almost in aweÂ
Heâs heard of people with quirks like Wendigo, Reanimation, and Bodily Manipulation that had to be shelved away lest something happen and they use their quirks for evil
So heâs a bit confused as to why youâre allowed out and aboutÂ
But heâs most curiousÂ
In fact, heâs very very curious
So he blinks up at you and takes a big gulp and closes his eyes tightÂ
âThâŚthatâs coolâŚâÂ
He did it!!Â
Internally heâs celebrating like crazy because he managed to get it going!!Â
Heâs got this!!Â
But then you just frown and look a bit angrierÂ
So then it all comes to a stop in Tamakiâs headÂ
And he eyes the cat, whoâs nuzzling your neckÂ
And Tamaki decides to shoot his shotÂ
âWhoâsâŚthe cat?âÂ
You look back at him, clearly surprisedÂ
You figured that your quirk scared him, with how he looked ready to die himself when he said it was cool, so youâre a bit confused.Â
âCustos. Mâ familiar.âÂ
Tamaki is definitely more curious nowÂ
He wasnât sure what to ask nextÂ
But then Custos jumped from your shoulderÂ
You two are staring at Custos, kneading Tamakiâs lap
The shoujo gods are watching over you, really
 But then you look away again with a blush and a mumble of âI guess she likes you.âÂ
Tamakiâs playing with her funny pawsÂ
And thereâs a second where he messes with it wrong, and the paw turns sideways, and then claws just appear out of nowhere until he fixes it againÂ
Heâs talking to Custos and having a grand old timeÂ
When you get out of the chair and plop down next to TamakiÂ
And Tamakiâs starting to freak out againÂ
Did it seem like he was ignoring you?Â
Was he being rude?Â
He didnât know what you were doing when you plucked Custos out of Tamakiâs hands until you murmured âwatch this!âÂ
Then you s t r e t c h CustosÂ
Sheâs mewing happily, clearly enjoying itÂ
But Tamaki can see Custosâ spine literally separating, like a weird accordionÂ
You stop, and laugh when Custos bounces left and right, trying to get you to do it againÂ
And you nudge Tamaki, and heâs in awe
âItâs like givinâ her a kitty deep massage.âÂ
Tamaki nods mutely, a little blush on his faceÂ
Through this, you two develop a full-blown conversationÂ
And itâs going great!Â
Tamakiâs genuinely surprisedÂ
But then he hears muffled squealingÂ
And at first, heâs â???âÂ
But then he looks over to his right to see Neijre smothering her own cheer
And Mirioâs got a big olâ grin and heâs giving a thumbs upÂ
Tamakiâs ready to EXPLODEÂ
But then you call his nameÂ
And he jumps again but looks at you this timeÂ
And you follow his original line of sightÂ
And almost immediately, you reserve yourself againÂ
Tamaki realises that the pissed-off demeanour was a reflex
You look at him, clearly taken off guard, and go âHuh?âÂ
Tamaki realises that he said it out loud, and smacks a hand to his mouthÂ
You both look shockedÂ
Tamakiâs sure that heâs messed up the entire thing and that youâre never going to want to talk to him againÂ
But then you give a bit of a sad smile before noddingÂ
âYeah, I guess.âÂ
Tamakiâs heart breaks at the tone of your voiceÂ
He feels a weight in his stomachÂ
Custos begins rubbing herself across your face and purring, trying to comfort youÂ
And before Tamakiâs anxiety can catch up, heâs got his phone out and has yours so you two can exchange numbersÂ
He doesnât have time to think over it or regret it before Fat Gum shows up for him so he and a couple of other students can train togetherÂ
And a different hero, with spikes and hair that hung in their face, shows up for you with several other goth-themed students in towÂ
Itâs later that night that he thinks back to it all, and heâs covering his face, bright red, and rolling left and right.Â
Then, like a death bell, his phone goes offÂ
He stops rolling and just stares at the contact âVincente + CustosâÂ
And heâs shaking and hyping himself up and nearly drops his phone three times and heâs near tearsÂ
But he answers with a shaky âH-Hello?âÂ
And he hears Custos mewing a bitÂ
And then youÂ
âHey. Tamaki, right? From the Elites Meetup?âÂ
Tamaki takes a deep as fuck breath before speaking againÂ
âYes?âÂ
Yeah, it sounds like a question, but heâs nervous!!Â
And he hears a sigh of reliefÂ
âCool! This is, uh, V. Vincente.âÂ
Thereâs another moment of silence until you speak up againÂ
âBut I can be whoever you want?âÂ
This, too, is a question, but Tamaki doesnât worry about thatÂ
He hears someoneâs vaguely cheering you on (it sounded like a sixteen-year-old, maybe?)Â
But his face erupts in redÂ
âI-Well, thatâsâŚIâŚâÂ
Tamaki canât really respondÂ
Heâs too busy thinking â?????!??!??! Heâs into me?!??!??!âÂ
You kinda sigh, and then say âSorry, that was kindaâŚâÂ
And Tamaki starts stammering more over the phoneÂ
It was a bit hard to decipher, but it was something along the line of âitâs okayâ and âare you freeâÂ
(yes, you made sure you were definitely free.)Â
#2 isâŚBakugou!Â
We know this mf does not do anything half-assedÂ
So when you two are paired together for sparringÂ
Heâs expecting you to have a quirk like Tokoyamiâs, where light and darkness are important factors
So he goes blazing in, expecting the light from his explosions to be too much
But youâre just standing there, the fuckinâ cat on your shoulder and looking unbothered!Â
Itâs pissing him off!Â
But then he feels something grab onto his footÂ
And he looks down
And he doesnât know how to describe itÂ
But it looks like a mix of a big, ripped out fetus and a malnourished child with huge, empty eyesockets and wrinkly, paper white skin and arms that didnât fit its bodyÂ
(look up the messengers from Bloodborne, itâll make more sense)Â
And itâs quietly groaning while holding onto his ankle
And Bakugou tries ripping it off of him
But then another appears
And more and more until thereâs a whole crowd around himÂ
âWhat the fuck is this?â He canât get them off, because, with every one that he shoots off, three takes its placeÂ
And then, at once, they all start dragging him downÂ
âHey! You goth fuck! What the fuck are you doing?!âÂ
Yet the entire time, youâre unbotheredÂ
And heâs trying to wade out of the tide that pulls him in
And itâs consuming him whole
The ground isnât the limit anymore, he realises, and he starts panickingÂ
Heâs blasting left and rightÂ
But then he lets out one final yell, and heâs goneÂ
No one knows where
People have stopped to look, and your teacher gives you a stern look.
âBring him back, V.âÂ
You only glance his way for a moment before, a couple of yards behind you, Bakugou is spat outÂ
Heâs panting and sweating and looks like he saw hell itselfÂ
You turn your head slightly to look at him, not even bother to uncross your arms.Â
And when he looks at you he can only keep eye contact for a moment before lowering his headÂ
Very very quickly word goes around school
That the dark horse V took down the rowdy rude Bakugou that won the Sports Festival
Bakugou has rarely felt so humiliatedÂ
So he approaches you later that day demanding a rematch
Heâs gotten a better grasp of what your quirk is, so heâs certain he can take you onÂ
But all you do is shrug.Â
This! Pisses! Bakugou! Off!!
âThen no quirks, fucker. You and me and nothing else.âÂ
Again, you shrug, and the cat on your shoulder hops of and perches on a nearby open window
Again, Bakugou is sure that he can take you on
You donât look buff, nor scrawny. You lookâŚmoderate?Â
Certainly like you wouldnât blow away in the wind, but that you were more of a cuddler than a fighterÂ
So when he goes full offensive, he sees you start to lift your right leg and heâs all over itÂ
Heâs thinking âdumbass!â and goes to grab your leg when you switch in mid-air and clock him over the neck with your kneeÂ
You let him get back up
But the rest of the fight heâs getting no mercyÂ
And heâs completely taken off guard
By the end of itÂ
Heâs beaten and bruisedÂ
Though youâre only a bit better off yourself
Heâs pretty sure that some students watched in the middle of it but left near the endÂ
But either way, heâs been lowkey humbled
Heâd never admit it, of course
But he now knows that he canât underestimate you anymoreÂ
When he takes a second too long to get up, you offer a handÂ
And he nearly knocks it away when he looks up at you
And into your eyes
And he realises that itâs you putting yourself out there
You never really talked to anybody, at all
So he takes itÂ
âItâs not me being niceâ, he tells himself.Â
Itâs him just taking what is offeredÂ
And he stands up and heâs taller than youÂ
And when he looks down he notices that hey
Youâre kinda cute
So when the silence consumes you both he takes a hand to the back of his head and shoves a hand into his pocketsÂ
âI, uhâŚyouâre better than I fuckinâ thought. You wannaâŚeat out sometime?âÂ
Your face softens, ever so slightly, and if he squints hard enough he sees you smilingÂ
(though he would never admit it, he was whipped from there on out.)
#3 isâŚMidoriya!
When you first meet him heâs absolutely enamoured with your quirkÂ
It started with CustosÂ
And then when you started explaining the basics of your quirkÂ
Heâs completely fanboyingÂ
âOh my gosh, I didnât know that quirks could have capabilities like that! To think that you can call on the armies of the deadâŚthatâs incredible! Could I ask more?âÂ
Heâs a bit like Tamaki, but on a chiller levelÂ
He ends up filling roughly half a notebook on you over the course of the train ride that you two met on��
And he realises that he probably hasnât even scratched the surface of itÂ
So he demands (politely) that you guys exchange numbersÂ
You mention offhand that you donât have too many friends because of how stand-off-ish you actÂ
And midoriya rises to the occasion!Â
âIâll be your friend! Donât worry! Actually, I have a voucher for some good katsudon at a stand down the road from my house, and itâs the next stop, would you want to come? Not that you have to! Itâs just that I really wanna solidify our new friendship, and-â
âSure. Iâve got nothinâ better to do.âÂ
Midoriya is ready to fly out of his seat with how happy he is!!Â
Heâs still not terribly used to having a ton of friends, so the fact that heâs expanding his circle, even more, makes him super happy!
You two go to the katsudon stand and Midoriyaâs semi-swarmed by a group of old ladies that his mom takes yoga classes withÂ
And theyâre pinching your cheeks with a feel of âOh!! Izuku-Kun is this your friend! Is he your boyfriend? Oh, you two look very cute together! Donât forget to eat well, Izukuâs friend! Please keep him safe and well!âÂ
And to be honest, Midoriyaâs not expecting you to take it all too well
Heâs ready to shoo them awayÂ
When you just give a really soft, sparkly, anime shoujo smile and take their handÂ
âI will, maâam. You caâ count on me.âÂ
And Midoriya kinda stares in awe for a moment before one of the shrewder ladies nudges him in the side with a đ
Heâs like â!!! I-I-I-I-I-I just met him today! Itâs not like that!âÂ
And heâs flailing his arms and bright red and the lady is like âUh-huh, sure, thatâs what I said about my fourth husbandâÂ
Either way, the old ladies leave with a call for Midoriya to ask his mother to bring her soba recipe to yoga next Thursday
And he accepts while trying to drag you away from them because the last thing he needs is for the entire neighbourhood to try and be his wingman
So heâs talking with you about your quirk while eating and you two eventually branch of about anything and everythingÂ
And by the time itâs dark Midoriya feels like heâs known you his entire lifeÂ
You decide to head out before it gets any darker and he waves as you leaveÂ
Heâs got a blush on his face and a lopsided grinÂ
Because you know what!!
Youâre fuckin cute!! And smart, and funny, but you knew when to hold your tongue, and youâve got a really cool cat, and he thinks that youâre really sweet, andâŚ
And almost immediately, once youâre out of earshot, the chef leans overÂ
âYour boyfriend, huh?âÂ
âAughhhh!âÂ
@v0mpy
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