#he really said it with no malice i was just kind of stunned that he felt it was an appropriate thing to say to someone's face

[zippers]

i'm not mad at my boss for saying my outfit today looked like pajamas (though I am going to email him letting him know it came across as a sexist comment, only because I just attended a training about workplace microaggressions yesterday) BUT i have decided that since he did not appreciate my super cool (and industry relevant) Dada art print shirt, leopard print slacks, Willie Wednesday braids, and silver necklace (and, okay, hiker crocs and no bra, but those are just... natural parts of my anatomy that i will not be shamed for!!! plus he knows I'm trans???) tomorrow I will wear into the office:

-Shirt of forum post screenshots arguing over whether or not metal gear characters are gay, which is literally in a museum

-Oversized, bubblegum pink Pantsuit pants

-Vintage flower-print blazer that I wore as Master Shaggy

-Camo print @shapeshiftersinc binder (check them out!!!!) that may or may not be visible through the MGS shirt

-Every single piece of jewelry my step-grandmother has ever bought for me

-Roman emperor belt

-Can't decide between my elk skin and my eel skin boots, will update when the time comes

-I will also make myself some big earrings tonight, haven't decided what, maybe whole clementines? (I think it would be funny to wear a pair of old crocs as earrings but I think that might be going to far.)

Hopefully this all goes over well and I don't dig myself into a deeper hole than I'm already in!

[miley1442111]

fix it-a.hotchner

a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!

summary: aaron says some horrible things, can he fix it?

pairing: husband! aaron hotchner x wife! reader

warnings: mad angst, aaron is so mean, reader believes she is a bad mother, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, jack is so sweet, reader is pregnant, talks of pregnancy, talks of vomiting and morning sickness, no happy ending :(

part 2- fix it together

It was all coming down to this. It was Jack’s birthday and as his step-mom, you had been party planning all week. He was having a dinosaur themed birthday with a bounce house and watching a movie in the backyard, like a little drive in movie. You were excited for him. Aaron hadn’t really been around much that week, he was busy dealing with some legal battle the FBI was up against, meaning the rest of the team, including yourself, had the week off. It was Friday night, Jack’s actual birthday and he was asleep in bed as you waited for Aaron to get home. You were reading a book Spencer had recommended you as you nursed a cup of tea, getting sleepier by the second. 

The front door opened and there Aaron stood, briefcase in hand, handsome as ever. You smiled and got up from your spot on the couch, ready to greet him. He smiled softly as you hugged him, running a hand through his hair. “How did it go?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

“Oh it was fine, nothing too jarring. How was the week?” He asked, walking further into the house. 

“Fine. Nothing to report. Jack’s asleep but-”

“Did you do something for his birthday?” He asked, cutting you off. 

“Yeah, of course. I picked him up from school early and we went for lunch and to a film. He really enjoyed himself,” you smiled and he sighed. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, fine,” Passive aggressive. Aaron was being passive aggressive.

“Aaron,” You said, worry coating your words. “Is everything ok?”

“Yes! Everything is just fine,” He sighed again, sitting on the couch. “Just one thing though- you didn’t think to offer him to see his mom?” He asked, malice behind every word. The accusation cut you deeply. Of course you’d asked, but he’d said no. He said ‘I don’t want to go without dad’ because of course he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to go to his moms grave without his dad, and not on his birthday either. You stood there, stunned at his words. He continued. “Y’know, you promised me this wouldn’t be an issue, so tell me now, is this an issue Y/N? I need to know because we can still get an annulment.” 

You gasped at his words. “Aaron stop-”

“No, you stop. You are not his mother. She is. She still is, even if she’s gone. You’ll never be his mother. You’re doing a good job of parenting but nothing compares to Haley. Thank god you’re not his actual mother.”

That was venomous. He was going straight for every insecurity you had around your relationship with Jack and throwing it in your face. He was hurting you. 

The silence was heavy. Aaron finally looked at your face and saw the disgust written all over it. The worst part was the fact that he knew it wasn't disgust at his actions, it was disgust directed at yourself and your parenting. You loved and adored Jack, he knew that. He knew, though he’d never admit it, that Jack liked you more than him, or maybe it was just his insecurity speaking, he wasn’t sure. He knew you gave everything of yourself to the both of them. And he knew he’d just done irreversible damage. 

“I offered,” you muttered, your eyes trained on the floor as you wrapped your arms around your chest, pleading with yourself to not cry. You felt silly, standing there, in his hoodie, his home, and seeing his child as your own. “He said he wanted to wait for you. I said we’d go on Sunday.” 

Aaron’s stomach dropped at the tone of your voice and the words being spoken. He was making you cry. He was hurting you. And all you’d ever been to him was perfectly kind. You’d always been so supportive, so loving, and so caring. As he came in he saw a love note on the fridge, he’d seen one of his favourite chocolate bars on the counter with a note beside it, a little wrapped gift beside it too. There were multiple reminders on the fridge for yourself, ones telling you to pick up things for the party, pick up Jack’s big birthday gift (a new bike), and call Jessica. You cared so much about the both of them, and he’d just said some of the worst things he could’ve, just because he was stressed.

Imagine how stressed you were, planning an entire party on your own while simultaneously working through hours and hours of paperwork (courtesy of your job, you were still working from home even if you weren't technically working), and parenting all week, all alone. 

“There’s dinner in the fridge, I-I’m going to go to bed,” you mumbled, walking about and leaving him alone with his thoughts. He heard your footsteps retract, walking up the stairs and in the opposite direction of your shared bedroom. Shit. You were sleeping in the guest room. 

He got up, irritation and shame barely allowing him to get to the kitchen to eat the meal you’d made him. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he have just listened to you? 

He sat alone eating, his eyes drifting to the gift on the counter the entire time. I don’t deserve it. He thought, but caved once he finished his food and cleaned up. He pulled the small bow off and unwrapped the colourful paper to reveal a positive pregnancy test. His heart broke again. Inside beside it was a note, in your beautiful handwriting. 

To my dearest Aaron, 

I wanted to tell you the second I found out but I also didn’t want you to come home too early when you were still needed in Washington. We’re pregnant! I’m so excited and nervous and happy and scared all at the same time. I didn’t want to upstage Jack’s birthday but I obviously needed to tell you :) 

I love you so much and I can’t wait for this next chapter! No more guest bedroom I guess :) 

P.s I’m almost sure Jack knows, I’ve been having horrible morning sickness :( but at least this fulfils his christmas wish last year, remember ? 

Anyways, I love you so much and I’m so excited. 

Your love, Y/N

Xxxx 

He felt sick to his stomach. You were pregnant. He’d just been evilly cruel to you and you were pregnant. He’d said some of the most vile things on planet earth to you, he essentially called you a bad mother. And you were pregnant. He hadn’t even realised he was crying until he saw the splotches on the paper, ruining one of the cute doodles you’d done. He immediately put it down, not wanting to damage it further. 

He took a deep breath, then went into his study and allowed himself to cry. He’d been mean. He’d hurt you in the one way he promised he wouldn’t, all because he was overwhelmed. All because he was stressed. 

“Dad?” He heard Jack’s voice and straightened. He wiped his face. “Why are you upset?” Jack walked into his office, pyjamas and a teddy in hand. 

“I did something mean to mom,” he admitted. “And I hurt her by accident,” he wasn’t sure if it was by accident. He was sure some deep part of him just wanted to self-sabotage himself. “And I feel bad about it.”

“It’ll be ok. Mom’s been sick this week, maybe you have the same tummy ache and it’s making you mad?” He suggested and Aaron let out a pathetic chuckle. 

“Maybe bud, maybe,” he agreed. “How about we get you back to bed, huh?” 

“Can I say goodnight to mom again?” He asked and Aaron’s heart broke again. He lifted him up and nodded, walking them down the hall. “You go into her and I’ll get your bed ready, yeah?” 

“OK dad!” Jack exclaimed as he was let down to the ground, and went running off to your shared bedroom. Aaron shook his head. 

“She’s in the other bedroom,” he pushed down another wave of tears at Jack’s confused face. 

“Why?” He asked, confused. 

“I was really mean,” Aaron sniffled. “Say goodnight from me too?”

“Ok dad,” Jack said, walking into the guest room. 

Aaron heard your voice, wishing Jack good dreams. You’d been crying. 

He was the worst person in the world. 

Jack came into his bedroom a few minutes later. “Mom’s still sick, she said goodnight and to tell you that she loves you.”

Aaron almost started crying again. You were so caring. You always put him above yourself. “Thanks buddy.” 

Aaron tucked him in and closed his door over, wishing him a good night. The tears came shortly after. He tried to sleep in your shared bed, but it wasn’t right. You weren’t there. 

Sleep evaded him that night. 

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The next morning, the morning sickness hit you like a truck. You had your head in the toilet for an hour, at least. You didn’t come out of the guest room until about 9am. You could hear the usual sounds of Jack and Aaron playing outside, probably soccer. You walked downstairs and got yourself a glass of water, the only thing you could actually stomach at the minute. You looked out the window that led to your garden and smiled when you saw your boys playing, then the nagging voice that you thought you’d gotten rid of all but screamed in your ear You’re such a terrible parent. Aaron’s just been trying to conserve your feelings this entire time. Jack probably hates you. You shouldn’t be having another child. 

You looked away. Focus on the party. You told yourself. Get through today.

You had a long list of things that needed doing before the party at 3. You had to pick up balloons, pick up the cake, pick up Jessica and her kids, pick up Sean from the airport (as a surprise for Aaron and Jack), and set everything up. You left a small note on the table explaining where you were, and left. You ran all your errands, leaving picking up Jessica, the kids, and Sean till last. When you walked back in, the house was set up and Jack was immediately excitedly by Jessica, his cousins, and Sean which gave you a moment to slip away from Aaron.

Soon enough, the party started and you were bombarded with around forty children and a party to have. You felt Aaron's eyes on you constantly, checking in on you or just watching you. Once the outdoor film started, Penelope, Emily, Jj, and Spencer came over to ask what was wrong with you and Aaron, saying it was strange to not see you all over each other. You told them about the fight (not the pregnancy) and they were shocked at his behaviour. How could he be so mean? How could he treat you like that?

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Aaron had been trying to talk to you for hours. Whenever he tried, a kid or one of the team would stop him with a dumb question, or needing help. You had Emily, Penelope, Jj, and Spencer crowding you the entire night, sending him the dirtiest of looks. That’s how he ended up at the end of the garden with David and Derek, who were both giving him a lecture about how what he’d done was wrong. 

“You can't say anyone is a bad parent!” Derek stressed. “That’s a very clear no-go!”

“I’m aware,” Aaron said, his lips tight in a frown. “I know what I did was wrong.”

“Then why aren’t you apologising?!” Derek exclaimed, loud enough that a few kids turned around to shush him. 

“Because,” Aaron sighed. “Those four haven’t left her side in hours.” 

As the movie came to a close and the children left, you were left with just the team and family. 

You all sat down to dinner, chinese takeout- Jack’s favourite. There was laughter and true joy, especially at David’s insistence that he could make the meal much better than Jack's favourite take-out, considering he was a ‘chef’. 

You all sat down to watch Jack open his gifts, individually thanking each person who gave him something. He was especially taken by the gift Spencer got him, a book on dinosaurs, and he adored the bike. You’d gotten one that you'd made look similar to Sean’s motorbike, Jack was always obsessed with Sean's motorbike. You’d even drawn on specific details that made it even more unique. Everyone eventually trailed out and it was just you, Jack, Sean, and Aaron. Jack asked Sean to read his bedtime story. That meant you and Aaron were left to clean up together. You got up to start picking up plates but Aaron stopped you. 

“Can I?” He offered and you nodded, sitting on the couch. You hadn’t eaten at dinner, all food just meant more vomiting in the morning and you were not up for that. “Can we talk?” He asked. 

“About what?” You sighed, looking over at him. “I think we’ve both said enough.”

“I’m so sorry about last night,” he sighed, coming over to you and sitting beside you. “I was awful. I was disgustingly mean just because I was overwhelmed. You’re an amazing mother to Jack, while you’re not his biological mother, you love him as such and he loves you. You’re a great parent. I was just being reactive and mean. I was so cruel and I'm sorry. I don’t want an annulment. I want to be with you forever. I know that it isn’t a problem. I know how much you love Jack and me,” he chuckled humorlessly. “I know how little I deserve it.”

You took his hand. “What you said… it was probably my worst nightmare,” you chuckled flatly. “And what you said was pretty damaging, Aaron. I just… it completely restarted the voice in my head that says I’m a terrible parent. It made me scared to think about what’s going to happen when we have our baby. I was already terrified about being pregnant, and this was just…” you trailed off as Aaron’s heart broke. Your voice was raw with emotion. You were so hurt. 

“I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you are the best mother our children could ever have,” he promised and you smiled, but it lacked the regular spark your smiles usually contained. 

“The best mother Jack could have is Haley. We both know that.”

Fuck. Now you were comparing yourself to Haley again. Aaron had quite literally set you back about 4 years in your confidence as Jack’s mother. “Honey-”

“I know it sounds bad, but we both know it’s true. I’m good, but as you said, I’m nothing compared to Haley. Which is fine Aaron. I understand my place.”

His heart broke for what felt like the millionth time. He’d hurt you so badly. “Honey please, I was stressed and overwhelmed and I took it out on you. I meant nothing I said. You’re the best mother to Jack and our unborn child. You are the love of my life-”

“I’m the second love of your life,” you smiled sadly at him. “I’m going to bed, goodnight Aaron.” 

You walked up the stairs with a heavy heart. No matter what he said, you’ll always remember the look on his face when he told you that you weren’t enough, that you weren't Haley.

You fell asleep on your side of the bed, since you couldn’t exactly sleep in the guest room when Sean was in there. 

Aaron leaned against the counter as he washed dishes, thinking about how he could fix this. 

Could he even fix this?

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criminal minds masterlist

[ismastfs]

Something About Him

There's always been something about Ryan. At least, Liam used to think so.

He never knew if it was his bright and fun personality, his gorgeous face or his top-notch body. I mean, really. Almost 6'2, with arms the side of his own head, pecs that hung out of his chest like tits, rock-hard abs, thighs that could crush a skull with ease and an ass that could put any of the Kardashians to shame. There wasn't anything else to expect, really. Ryan was one of the main jocks on campus.

And to be honest, almost everyone had a crush on Ryan. Even those who weren't really attracted to men, and the guy truly knew it. He was a total show off, parading himself around the halls in the shortest shorts possible, and when he wasn't wearing tight tank tops or compression shirts, he went shirtless, leaving his incredible physique on display all the time.

Still, it was weird for Liam to have a crush on him. He'd never been attracted to jocks or really built guys. His type was people like him; skinny, nerdy and shy guys. He found jocks and gymbros kind of annoying. They were always loud, smelly, dumb as bricks and with egos the size of a planet.

But even with all of that, he could never shake the feeling he would get every time Ryan would walk by him. He was so drawn to him. Always wanting to be near him, look at him. And very recently, he actually wanted to try hanging out with him, which was a crazy thing to think about. A little nerdy nobody hanging out with one of the most popular jocks? Complete and utter madness. However, he overheard a conversation between Ryan and one of his 'bros'. Ryan needed help with a literature essay. And now Liam was walking directly to his direction to offer him exactly what he needed.

"H-hi" Blurted out Liam awkardly, cursing to himself for sounding so embarassing. "Uhh, do I know you, bro?" Ryan looked away from his phone to look at the scrawny kid talking to him. "No you d-don't know me, but I was sitting by you in literature when I heard you say you needed help with your essay. I can help you if you'd like it" He said, starting to get that feeling again, like being close to him was making him lose his mind. "Really, bro? That would be so nice of you, what was your name, bro?" Ryan's eyes lit up. "It's Liam, nice to meet you" He extended his hand to Ryan without thinking, regretting it immediately after.

Ryan grabbed his hand and in a swift motion, he pulled him into a bro-hug. When he touched him, his mind went wild with desire. His skin seemed to burn with every second it touched Ryan's. He felt himself getting hard. Embarrassed, when Ryan let go of him, he covered himself with his bag, and sat down next to him to talk about the essay, trying to get his mind off of his unusual thoughts.

They agreed on meeting up in Ryan's dorm after classes so Liam could tutor him, or end up writing the essay for him, he wouldn't mind. As long as he could get to hang out with him, he could write essays for him for the rest of his life. He would give everything to be close to Ryan. And that wish, as he would soon find out, would be granted.

Liam was restless the whole day, counting every second of every minute of every hour until he could see Ryan again. When the day was finally over, he ran to his own dorm to clean himself up and grab some stuff that he needed for the essay. He ran to Ryan's dorm as fast as he could, wanting to spend the longest amount of time with him as possible.

When he arrived and knocked on the door, the door opened almost immediately after he knocked, almost like Ryan was also eager to see him. He was shirtless, wearing only some short shorts that left little to the imagination. Liam couldn't help but stare for just a second, just enough for Ryan to notice.

"You don't mind me being shirtless, do you bro?" Liam just stood there stunned, not knowing exactly how to answer, opting for an awkard "N-no, not at all. If you're comfortable like that, I don't mind" Ryan smiled with a faint malice, one that Liam didn't pick up on. "Come on in, bro. Mi casa es su casa or however it goes".

When he walked in to the jock's dorm, he saw the absolute mess that the guy lived in. Clothes hanging around everywhere, none of them looked particularly clean. His kitchen sink was filled with dirty dishes, and the kitchen itself was a mess of various stains, presumably from meal prep and even more dishes. After a second of taking what would be his work environment in, he started getting that weird feeling again. His mind started racing and going places he really shouldn't right now.

"So, should we start with that essay of yours? The faster we finish the earlier you can send it in, right?" He hurriedly asked to try and get those thoughts away as fast as he could. "Uhh, sure bro. We could work on it on the couch, it's the most comfortable place to work, I think" Ryan answered, sitting down and signaling for Liam to sit down right by him.

The nerd's heart skip a beat, the idea of being so close to the Adonis of a man in front of him making him go wild with joy. He sat down right there next to him and pulled his laptop out of the bag he brought with him and started talking to Ryan about the assignment and what exactly he needed to write about.

They (actually, mostly Liam) got to work on the essay. With the jock just watching Liam write down idea after idea in the form of fancy and long words. Honestly, the work would have been much easier for the nerd if the beautiful man in front of him would stop being so attractive for a second. He would get distracted from time to time looking at the guy's incredible body. And his mind could not stop thinking about him in every inappropriate way possible, and Ryan noticed this, knowing soon would be the time to strike.

Almost two hours went by when Liam announced that the essay was done. "You're done already, bro? It would've taken me weeks to write that on my own, huhu" Ryan chuckled dumbly, turning around to face the guy who just gave him an A+ and lifting his arm up to reveal a jungle of wiry dark hairs in his pits. Liam immediately locked eyes on the jock's pits and felt his mind go absolutely crazy with want, desire and need. "It really was n-no problem at all" He stumbled on his words, trying to hide the thoughts he was having.

Ryan smiled maliciously, knowing exactly what was going in the nerd's mind. "You're tripping over your words, is everything okay, bro?" He lifted his arm further, scratching his back. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. I s-swear" Liam's eyes were glued to the dark and damp paradise that was just in front of him. That's when he noticed the smell: sweet and appealing, yet kind of musky and salty. The same smell that, unaware of it, he'd been inhaling since the first time he came close to Ryan.

"You finally figured it out, didn't you bro?" Liam was startled, but still unable of doing anything but stare at the jock's pits "W-what? What do you m-mean?" Ryan just chuckled dumbly again "That little feeling you've been having all day? That would be my smell, bro. It has a special effect on everyone around me, it makes me completely irresistible to those who inhale it" The nerd's mind was steadily fogging up, leaving him confused about everything he was saying to him.

"You can't even think anymore, dude!" Ryan cackled loudly "It normally just makes you attracted to me for a couple minutes, maybe hours. But you've been taking it in for more than two hours, that's where the other part of it comes by. Your intellect is melting totally, bro!" Liam could barely understand anything the jock was saying to him, his mind focused totally on his pits.

"I think it's time for you to take it straight from the source. Come here, bro!" Ryan grabbed the back of Liam's head and pushed it towards his pit, successfully drowning the latter in his scent. In his dazed state, Liam could do nothing to stop him, he just inhaled every bit of the man's smell. His mind melting totally into a sea of pure want and desire for him, leaving no room for any other thought other than pleasing the jock.

His body started heating up, continuing the process further. "Woah! Already at the physical changes then?" He felt hot all over, like in an oven. Suddenly, a pressure appeared on his entire body, pushing it outwards like a balloon getting inflated. Only he was being filled with pure meat and muscle all around. His arms grew, filling up nicely with hard muscle to impress anyone he wanted to. His pits became sweaty and hairy like Ryan's, producing his own musky scent. His hands became big and callused from his time at the gym, veins spreading from them out to his upper arms.

His chest grew heavy with soft muscle that would work like pillows for anyone who layed on them. His nipples growing sensitive and perky, perfect for playing with. Ryan took a handful of the muscle-tits he just gave him, getting a nice moan out of the former-nerd that got muffled by his pits still covering his face. His core grew strong and wide, abs popping into existence until he had a nice and hard six-pack to show off.

Above, his face reshaped to that of a hot jock, becoming sharp and beautiful. His hair grew messy and fluffy. Like the one you would see in a popular influencer, perfect for grabbing attention everywhere and from anyone.

Below, his legs grew into tree trunks ready to pull, carry or push any weight necessary. His thighs turning into the ones of a guy who never skipped leg day: wide, strong and incredibly sensual. His ass started inflating with soft muscle that lifted him up of his seat, making the task of getting as much of Ryan's scent easier. His calves looked like the ones you would see in a football player, and his feet grew into size 13 soles to match the size of his new body.

Finally, his junk grew to incredible sizes. His balls filling with powerful seed worthy of a jock, and his cock grew harder and harder until it started growing longer and wider. He reached a nice 9 inch monster the width coming close to that of a beer can. Ryan grabbed onto his cock and drew another moan muffled in the jungle of his pits. He started stroking it, coming close to the climax of Liam's transformation.

Memories of straight A's and studying were replaced by evenings in the gym, making his body as desirable as possible. Nerdy friends and interests became nights drinking with his bros, watching sports and talking about their recent conquests and affairs. And finally, any attraction he had towards any skinny guys disappeared, turning into desire for other big guys like himself. Specially for his lover, Ryan. Who he'd met in the beginning of college and with whom he had hit it off right away.

He spent every moment of every day possible with him. Going to the gym with him, sharing classes with him. Practicing football with him and enjoying themselves in the showers after evey game and every practice. Actually, enjoying themselves at every opportunity they could, in the car when they went out to eat. In the college's bathrooms, in their dorm every night after a long day of getting buff for his man. Leaving messes everywhere they were, none of them cared enough for cleanliness or being proper. He was absolutely devoted to him, caring only for what Ryan thought of him and needing to please him in every way possible.

The thoughts of pleasing him made him tip over the edge, finally coming in his new jockstrap and gym shorts. The remainder of his old clothes torn and destroyed around him. Finally lifting his head up from Ryan's pit, to look directly in his eyes and smiling dumbly. "Had fun, dummy?" Ryan spoke first, giving his jock a loving and mischievous look. "Well what do you think?" Liam signaled to the mess in his jockstrap, getting a laugh out of his boyfriend.

"I could still do one more round, though" The former-nerd said, getting up from the couch and walking towards their room, letting his laptop fall to the ground. He was shortly followed by his boyfriend in a fit of dumb giggles and chuckles. He's sure now that there's something about him, and it's everything about him.

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Hello hello! this is my very first story, i've been lurking in the shadows in the community but never dared to get into writing myself until now. I don't know if i'm going to upload regularly or if i'm even going to continue posting, but I wanted to at least give it a shot.

All constructive feedback is appreciated, if I do continue writing I want it to be as good as possible. Hope you enjoyed!

[anony-mouse-writer]

Okay okay okay. This is literally gonna chew on my brain, so.

Here I list the tenets that guide the blooded sword:

I. May all that you face have a fighting chance. Any sword raised to the innocent or unarmed in cruelty is blackened by its shame.

[If he won’t move, move him. This must be done.]

[He could shove Tanguish back against the wall, stun him with the blow, and his sword would be in his hands before Tanguish knew what happened.

II. May your wrath be stoked only by the Saint's wrath, tempered by the Saint's fire, and quenched by the Saint's blood. A fool are they who, gifted the Saint's power, use it in wrath or malice alone.

His body still shook like the innervated sparks of a kicked campfire, but the parts of him that mattered, that controlled his voice and his will, felt so near to nothing it was startling. Transcendent. There was just a simple surety: he was going to make Wels pay for this.

[Do something.]

III. May you meet every adversary with honor, nor despise them for their challenge. May every battle prove your glory, and every accepted challenge prove their equal.

“He’ll make you kneel like that t-too and he’ll kill you, and you won’t be able to do anything to stop him!”

“Then I won’t give him the chance to command me.”

IV. May you be steadfast and know no retreat, for the back turned is once wounded and twice deserving. May every wound won show no proof of running.

V. May you meet every obstacle with courage, for just as all that emits light must endure burning, all the courageous must make a brother of their fears.

Helsknight felt his breath begin to heave, the silent determination of his wrath giving way to something nastier and more desperate.

VI. May your word be law, as binding as chains, and as chains may it drown you when bound in deceit.

“I didn’t promise that.”

“You did!”

…

“Then it's a promise I’m breaking.”

VII. May you seek the counsel of your elders, those more versed in the order and its ways, and respect their word once given, for their communion with the Saint is long, and their wisdom earned.

VIII. May you persevere to the end of any enterprise begun, for the folly is theirs that, through unfinished business, never gain wisdom from deeds done.

“You said we were in this together,” Tanguish said quickly. “Keep your promise and stay.”

IX. May you respect the honor of your fellow helsmet, that none may know you cruel or slave to vice. For no creature, be they sibling of order or beggar or king, is ever deserving of dishonor or pain.

Tanguish was so small, and so fragile. And he was so scared of pain, maybe all he really needed to do was turn around and grab the knife off the table, and then Tanguish would run.]

X. May you treat all siblings of sword and order as your own, held accountable as you would so hold yourself. A villain are they that stray from their tenets, and a villain they that allow it.

- Redstone and Skulk, @silverskye13

…

okay, so now that we’ve gone through all the ways Helsknight broke his tenets this chapter, lets talk about the WoG confirmation that the red text is the will of the his Saint and his accusation that Tanguish is twisting his tenets.

…… yeah I mean, he kind is. He’s admitted to it in the past too.

Like, obviously I am deeply unwell about this series in general, but Helsknight’s devotion to his Saint is so fucking fascinating to me personally. Holding to a code no one else has to is hard as shit and the Saint’s code is pretty vicious. But part of the code also addresses getting help from others and I don’t even know if there are others of the order?

BUT what there are others of, is the champions of the arena. And Helsknight has been forgoing their help for a while and the Hand calls him out on it. Helsknight just now realizing that he doesn’t have a lot of things grounding himself to him instead of Wels (and self-admittedly ignoring several of those things of late) isn’t healthy and he needs to reach out and he needs someone to hold him accountable, either to his tenets or whatever internal logic he decides to replace them with, and I don’t think it can be Tanguish, because I love him, but he’s absolutely a manipulative little shit who will use Helsknight’s code to his advantage in tense situations.

Hels doesn’t get much in the way of happy endings and I’m not entirely convinced that the ideal scenario for Helsknight to follow his tenets to the letter at this moment would be to muster up his allies and a battle plan and then march on hermitcraft to duel Wels or something. Which would be lowkey highkey horrible for everyone involved, not gonna lie. But I also have to wonder reallly strongly about how the red text of the Saint’s will directly violated several of the tenets and what that means for Helsknight going forward.

[onestormeynight]

Meeting The Canales

It was one of those rare days where everyone's schedules aligned and Rosie took the opportunity to take the twins to Oasis Springs to meet their grandfather, uncle and aunt. Rosie was nervous about how Ellie would treat them, but she steeled herself to follow through. Despite her efforts, Ellie just wasn't interested in a relationship with her except on the most surface of terms. Rosie suspected that if Ellie didn't adore Penny, she herself would not have been tolerated.

Uncle Sam, however, was more than happy to meet the girls now that they could properly remember him. He wiped at his nose and sniffed, hoping no one would notice.

"Hey Nellie, Ida," He said, nodding to each one.

"You got it backwards," Nellie said. "I'm Ida."

"I'm Nellie," Ida said.

"You're both tiny liars," Sam laughed. "I've known you your whole lives, I can tell the difference."

"Drat!" Nellie said.

"Come on, munchkins," he said ushering them towards the playground.

Rosie greeted her brother with a quick kiss on the cheek as he took her girls over to the space ship to play. Ellie gave him a judging look over her glasses as he went past.

"It's so good to see you," She said, grabbing Ellie's attention back. "It's been so long."

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Ellie said.

"Ellie," Ricky hissed. She rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"And how are you, Rosalie?"

"I'm good," She answered, slightly nervous now. "How have you guys been? How's school and work?"

"It's like, fine, or whatever." Ellie pulled her phone out and started typing away to someone.

"Things are going well," Ricky said, taking over the conversation. "I got the corner office I wanted last week."

"To our left, General!" Ida shouted to Nellie.

"That's your right, Captain!"

"No, that's left."

Sam jumped up with a roar and both girls screamed in glee. He pretended to shear off part of their ship and hustled off to "hide" in the bushes while they repaired. Captain Ida left her post to brave the outside of the ship, repairing the arm that held one of their engines.

"Oh, you don't really play chess?" Rosie said. "That's okay, I can teach you. I learned from my Grandfather Darion."

Ellie made a choking kind of laughing sound. "Um, like, okay? This is like, nerd shit, though."

"It's actually really good for your brain. I play with Sam when we hang out, too."

"Yeah. He's a nerd."

Rosie dropped her cheery demeanor. Minding the mean streak her husband and mother so recently pointed out to her, she stayed firm but without malice. Very calmly she moved one of her pieces.

"You don't like me," she said.

Ellie looked stunned to be called out so directly. "You're just not my vibe," she offered.

"That wasn't a question. You don't like me."

"Fine. You're right. I don't like you."

"Can you even give me a valid reason or is this your mother still talking?"

"Her reasons are valid. You more than likely are not Dad's. You're not my sister. You and your mother just wanted their relationship to fail and you got what you wanted."

"So," Rosie said, sitting back. "To be just perfectly clear, it's me and my mother's fault your mom decided to pick up strange and throw her marriage out the window? It's our fault that she said with her own mouth she hated being a mother and wife?"

Ellie paled under the bright sun. Clearly, Ricky had never given her the full story. Why would he? She wasn't an adult. It was complicated and heavy stuff. There was a way her body language changed, like Rosie had found the soft spot in her armour.

"Oh, I see. Well, I will say, that was really kind of Dad to spare you from," Rosie continued. "But, since we're having a heart to heart, I'll tell you. Your mother abandoned Sam because she didn't want the responsibility. My guess is that she favored you while you were small and malleable, but now that you have your own mind, she doesn't like you quite so much. She liked having a doll, she does not like having a daughter. Did I get that about right?" She looked her sister up and down. "Yeah. I think I did. One last thing, Ellie. It's fine if you want to be a heinous bitch to me, but if I see so much as a fucking sneer in my children's direction..." At this, she leaned over the chess table and made direct eye contact with Ellie. "I will solve the problem. "

"Are you threatening me?!"

"Directly."

((prev)) ((next))

[criminal-sen]

Oh shit omg I FINALLY got to watch a few episodes of Scavenger's Reign and it is 100% My Kind Of Shit, there was even a fucking Akira reference, I do NOT miss the Akira references no matter how subtle lol (it's when the lady hallucinates her guts spilling out, which i wouldn't really call subtle tbfh). Anyway yah im probably not gonna see anymore for a while (as I've said before, I don't pay for streaming services and I also don't know how to pirate without fucking everything up) but it is marked and highlighted in my brain as something I REALLY want to finish watching *deletes rant about the Good Old Days of physical media* and yah, like everything about it is fucking stunning, equal parts intriguing and horrific, I love that they so accurately convey the feeling of nature as like.. well, uncaring, just like it can be on Earth? There can be good and beautiful and useful things, but just as easily, there can be things can hurt and kill you without even acknowledging you. You can be food, or an accidental intruder, or just in the fucking way, and there's no malice in it but also no understanding of your pain, like I think we can all agree few things would be worse than being eaten alive by some bear or big cat that doesn't know the meaning of a humane death. And yah to put all that into a completely alien setting- and it feels.. 'believable' is a weird word to use but yah, like.. well thought out? Like they really brainstormed and researched and put time and effort into creating a ecosystem that's alien enough to look and act bizarre af, but not bizarre enough that we can't understand the roles the various flora and fauna are standing in for.

I do need to find out wtf that little raisiny frog guy was doing with all those orbs tho, like who tf... Wat You Doin Little Guy?????? And then he dies like :p oh well, guess we'll never know, but I do have an inkling of an idea that it's gonna be bad:3 (DONT tell me, I will be SO mad if u tell me)

[firecaptainphoenix]

Shot Down Like Icarus

About: Phoenix struggles through flashbacks when Jay gets hurt during the earthquake. TW: Death mention, Injury, Panic Attack

"I know you're worried, I am too, but Dodger is fine. He's just…in a bad headspace," Phoenix explained as he walked alongside Jay. 

It gone back to just being the two of them, and despite his best intentions to keep things light there was only one thing the topic kept circling back to. She was worried, and he didn't blame her, it felt like everything was falling into place and now Dodger seemed off. He knew it took some adjusting to their new dynamics but overall he really thought they'd been in a good spot. 

"Like you were?" And Phoenix has to try not to flinch, there's no malice or judgment in her tone. She's genuinely trying to wrap her head around what's happened to one of the few parental figures she has left. 

"Kind of…yeah, the best we can do is just reassure him we love him and he's enough for us. You know?" He wraps his arm around her shoulders pulls her close to his side as they walk down the outer end of main street. 

"You know, speaking of reassuring people, do I need to have a talk with your mom?" He asks tone light, if a little teasing. 

"My m-mo-mom?! I don't… I mean I don't have a mom, dad. I have you, I had another dad, and I have Dodger," she stutters out, her face turning a bright shade of pink. 

"I've heard the slip ups Jay, and I'm not mad if that's what you're worried about. We lived with her and her parents for a while, hell you call them Grandpa and Grandma more than you did my own mother," which he was grateful for. Far as he was concerned Jay didn't have grandparents kicking around. 

Jay chewed her lip and scratched idly at the side of her face as she glanced down. "Is it actually ok? I mean…I just she's always been there. I never wanted a mom…she just kind of already is one to me. I don't want to make Dodger feel bad either… cause I thought about asking him too… but I've been worried this is all way too much… that I'm too much and he doesn't want to be my dad either."

Phoenix's heart lurched in his chest, stopping and putting his hands on her shoulder. "Jaybird they both love you almost as much as I do," he said softly, he briefly tapped her chin to get her to look at him, "How bout this, I test the waters. See how they feel about it?" 

Jay seems to consider this, slowly nodding, he sees her mouth open about to speak when the ground rumbles. Her eyes widen, it's been years since either of them have called LA home but the rumble is familiar. She's reaching for Phoenix when rumbles increase and she's stumbling back, hears window shattering and then everything is dark. 

Phoenix coughed pushing himself off the ground with a groan, managing to get to his feet, it took a moment before he felt stable. Glancing up he stared at the rubble pile in front of him, and saw a familiar hand sticking out. 

"Jay!" The scream that rips out of him is raw, feels like he's been shot with how quickly he's scrambling over. He can hear his breathing getting ragged, and feels a cold sinking feeling come over him. "Not again…not again please… God please not again."

He doesn't even realize what he's mumbling as his hands work through the rubble. He's suddenly not in Huntsville, he's back in LA searching for Bradley. He never actually did, he'd been told the news later that night. He'd been meant to lead search and rescue after a particularly bad earthquake, and had been stunned when he saw Bradley working the scene. 

The whole point of Bradley transferring to being a paramedic had been so Jay would always have a parent. That Phoenix would risk himself, it should have been him, it was never meant to be Bradley.

"You know Bradley, he always had to help people. He rushed in there before anyone could stop him. I'm sorry Phoenix." 

He can't lose her too, he can't, he won't survive he thinks frantically. His hands are starting to bleed from the various things he's grabbing without a thought. Can't feel the pain, all he feels is a numbing terror continuing to build. When he sees her face he hears a broken sob slip out, is careful to keep clearing rubble around her chest, and starts checking her over. 

There's blood on her face, a gash on the side of her head that's likely to require stitches he thinks. Leaning forward he has his face close to her mouth, another choke sob slipping out when he feels her breath. It's weak but it's there he thinks as he clears more rubble. The worst of it seems to be the gash on her head, along with a shard of glass in her arm. He's more careful than he thinks he's ever been with her, when he lifts her as gently as he can. 

He's not sure if he's walking or running, a mix of both, and ignores everything else around him. By the time he's at the station he can hear Dahlia barking orders into the walkie as well as getting the emergency vehicles ready. He sees Dodger looking like he'd been about to head out, possibly to search for them. 

He's numb when he sets Jay down on a cot and looks at his fellow Captain, "I… I can't stay… I have to go back out…," the words come out soft. Before he leans over to kiss Jay briefly on the cheek and walk over to talk to Dodger. 

[jarino]

Ghost Towns: Chapter 7 (Birds of a Feather)

With Teba’s help, Link attacks Vah Medoh. After, he is introduced to Teba’s son.

AO3 Link

When Link landed at the Flight Range, he’d been given a gruff greeting by Teba. The rito was occupied with refitting his bow, tightening the string and testing its strength.

‘I understand you’re planning to take on Medoh again,’ Link signed, standing in front of Teba so he could see him properly.

“That’s right,” Teba muttered, “which means I’m pretty busy here. I’d appreciate if you’d leave me to it.”

‘I need to get to the divine beast,’ Link replied. ‘Maybe we can help each other out?’

Teba raised an eyebrow. “You can’t be serious. A tiny thing like you would get blown away before you could even try getting a hit in.”

Link huffed in aggravation. ‘This place we’re in…rito use it to train in archery, right?’

“Yeah, what of it?”

‘Just watch.’

Without another word, Link hopped over the edge, opening his glider and catching the updraft. He took the chance to begin firing arrows at the targets surrounding him. Within moments, he’d hit five bullseyes.

As he landed back on the deck, Teba was staring at him, agape. After he overcame his shock, he shook his head slightly. “Well…that’s one way to prove me wrong, I guess.”

He sighed before turning to Link. “What’d you say your name was?

‘Link.’

“Well, Link…I think you’ve more than proven yourself. I’ll take you to Vah Medoh. Now…here’s the plan…”

-----

The attack on the divine beast went smoothly for the most part. The only issue was Teba sustaining a minor injury. He was forced to return to the ground in order to tend to his wound, meanwhile Link would face Medoh alone.

The divine beast was dripping with malice, much like Ruta had been. And this time around, Revali’s voice echoed throughout the space.

“You sure took your sweet time getting here,” he said with mild aggravation.

Link gripped the Sheikah Slate tighter, his throat filling with guilt. I’m sorry… he thought to himself. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

He tried to focus on the puzzles the divine beast presented to him, but his mind kept drifting to Revali and the other champions. They’d been waiting so long for someone to ease their suffering. Did he really need to rest a hundred years to recover his strength? What would have happened if he’d managed to wake sooner?

Mipha hadn’t seemed to hold any grudges, but she also was a kind soul by nature. Meanwhile, Revali’s distaste was plain for Link to see, and the princess…well, based on the memories he’d recovered so far, it didn’t seem like she cared for him much. She was probably just as frustrated as Revali.

He needed to work quicker. The last thing he wanted was to let them down any more.

After a while, he managed to activate all the terminals, and made his way to the main control unit. At least this time, he had a vague idea of what to expect. He set the slate on the pedestal, then backed away as soon as it chimed in activation.

Malice shot out from the terminal, swirling and meshing together to form Windblight Ganon.

The wretched beast attempted to send tornadoes in Link’s direction, but luckily, he was able to dodge them.

It also had a laser gun, which fired at him in quick succession. Link kept running, desperate to avoid its attacks. Eventually, he managed to find an opening and shot the creature in its eye, bringing it to the ground. He took the opportunity to attack it as much as he could, before it could rise again.

This back and forth occurred a few more times, with Link getting a few chances here and there to deal damage. The battle was tough, but in the end, he managed to fell the beast.

Revali’s spirit appeared not long after, gazing at Link with a glint in his eyes. “Well…you did it. Who would have thought?” He held his wings behind his back, his calculating gaze locked on Link.

“I suppose I should thank you. This returns Medoh back to its rightful owner.”

Link looked at him, stunned. He hadn’t expected to be thanked by Revali, not after seeing his attitude in his memory.

Revali’s brows furrowed and his voice turned somewhat spiteful. “Don’t preen yourself just for doing your job.”

Link turned his eyes downward. ‘I’m sorry…For everything.’

Revali averted his eyes, letting out a “hmph.” “I suppose you’ve proven your value as a warrior. A warrior worthy of my unique ability.”

The rito twirled his hand with a finesse, sending an orb of light towards Link’s chest. He glanced down at the light as it entered him, then looked back up at Revali with shock. The offer of a gift was certainly unexpected, but he was definitely grateful for it.

He was about to sign his thanks, but that was when a different light began emanating from his body. Oh…he was being taken away once more.

Before he had a chance to do anything else, the light encompassed him, transporting him away from the divine beast, and away from Revali. Once again, Link was taken away before he had a chance to say goodbye.

Upon arriving outside Rito Village, Link took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. Was he doomed to never connect with the champions? Would he never fully recover his memory of his past life?

After he took a few minutes to collect his thoughts, Link entered the village. He searched for Teba, but the warrior was nowhere to be found.

Before he could do anything else, he heard Saki’s voice behind him. “Descendant? Is that you?”

He turned to face her, and upon meeting his gaze, her face brightened. “Oh, it is you! Thank goodness. I was so concerned when Teba told me you took on Vah Medoh yourself, but it looks like I was worried for nothing.”

She glanced upward, pointing out where the divine beast had perched. “I can’t believe it, but we’re finally safe from its wrath. And it’s all thanks to you.”

‘I couldn’t have done it without Teba.’

She smiled. “Of course. Thank you for helping him, by the way. If you hadn’t been there with him, I fear he may have sustained much worse injuries.”

‘Speaking of Teba…where is he?’

“Oh!” Saki said. “He returned to the Flight Range, actually. He insisted he could still practice his archery, even while sitting. And as you can see, I wasn’t quite able to stop him.” She gave a self-conscious chuckle.

‘Thank you…I’m gonna go check on him.’

“You’re very kind, thank you for worrying about him.”

Grabbing his glider, Link took off from Revali’s Landing once more.

After arriving at the Flight Range, Link could hear two voices. One obviously belonged to Teba, but the other sounded like a child.

Curiously, Link made his way inside, and his suspicions were correct. A small rito with similar coloring to Teba stood beside him, chatting away eagerly.

“How big were the cannons?! How close did you get? Do you think your leg will leave a scar?”

Teba let out a good-natured sigh. “Tulin, trust me, it wasn’t as exciting as you’re making it out to be. I just got unlucky.”

“But you fought the divine beast! No one else has done that!”

“Are you forgetting about the hylian who came with me? He’s the real hero of this story.”

Link turned pink at that, embarrassed at overhearing their conversation. He softly cleared his throat to notify them of his presence.

“Whoa!” Tulin said. “Is that him? The hylian?”

“Yep, that’s him,” Teba said.

“Woooow!” Tulin cried, suddenly invading Link’s space. “I’m so jealous! You had an incredible battle, didn’t you! Can you tell me about what happened?”

The boy’s hyperactive energy was a little overwhelming and Link was unsure how to respond. Thankfully, Teba stepped in for him.

“Now, Tulin. Remember your manners. I’m sure Link is exhausted after everything that happened.”

Tulin seemed to deflate at that. “Oh…”

‘Hey now,’ Link signed. ‘It’s okay, I don’t mind talking about it.’

The boy perked up again almost immediately. “You mean it? Awesome! Thank you so much!”

Chuckling, Link took a seat at a nearby chair. ‘Let’s see…where should I start?’

-----

Link spent several hours with Tulin. After he’d told all the details he could about the divine beast, the boy had begged Link to show off his archery skills for him. Happily, Link obliged. Tulin then asked Link if he could give him some pointers, and after getting permission from his father, Link knelt down to show Tulin how to hold a bow. He taught him the basics, and after a bit of practice, Tulin managed to shoot one of the targets.

After a while, Tulin had begun to tire, and had fallen asleep on the cabin’s bed. Meanwhile, Link and Teba sat at the table, enjoying some coffee.

“Thank you for entertaining him,” Teba said. “I know he can be a lot to handle.”

‘Not at all. I really enjoyed spending time with him.’

“I’m glad to hear it,” Teba chuckled. He took a sip of his coffee and glanced over at his son. “He obviously looks up to you, and to be honest, I can’t thank you enough for your help. Without you, I likely would have perished up there.”

Link didn’t respond, he just took another long drink.

“I guess what I’m saying is,” Teba continued, “you’re welcome here. Tulin seems to see you as a big brother figure, and Saki and I would be more than be willing to let you stay with us whenever you’d like.”

‘Oh…I couldn’t impose like that…’

“I promise you, it wouldn’t be imposing.”

Link though about it for a long while, his expression sheepish. ‘Well…thank you, then. I’ll definitely consider it.’

He wasn’t used to all this kindness. So far, most of the strangers he’d met had been eager to let him into their lives, and seemed thankful for even the smallest of gestures.

Glancing over at the sleeping boy, Link smiled. Maybe, just maybe, he’d found another place to call home.

[blarp-is-tired]

Chapter I: “My name is Jeralt.”

Their staring contest was soon interrupted by the blond man speaking, “Before we get going, I should introduce us. My name is Jeralt and this is my son, Byleth; we’re mercenaries.” The girl wasn’t listening, though. She was too busy staring at this “Byleth” character. “He looks so lifeless… What happened to make him become this way… Wait! Did he just say ‘Byleth’,” she thought. Xiyon noticed this behaviour and called her out for it. 

“Sis,” he whispered. “Why are you looking at him like that?” O’Ren paused for a moment before responding. “You remember Three Houses, right? Byleth is the main character and Jeralt is his father! I think we might be in their universe, ” she whispered back, her face seeming quite grim. “It’s just that… that he looks… He just looks so dead, a-and soulless in person,” she paused for another moment. “I feel as though I’ve seen him before. In my dreams, the ones with the little girl, back in the real world,” she continued. What they didn’t realise, however, was that Jeralt had a good ear, he heard it all.

“Oh?” Jeralt questioned. “You have dreams of a girl? What does she look like? And what is this ‘real world’ you speak of?” “I.. Erm,” O’Ren stammered. The duo hadn’t realised that he heard all of that. “Well I haha…” “How about we talk about this later. In private,” Xiyon cut in. He still didn’t trust this man, despite seemingly having no ill will toward the siblings.

“Ah, right. My apologies,” Jeralt said, looking guilty. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Xiyon bore holes into Jeralt’s eyes, finding no malice, he replied, “It’s no problem. You didn’t do that on purpose.” “This may seem like an odd question, feel free to ignore it. Do you two know how to fight?”

This time, O’Ren cut in. “Yes. We do know how to fight. I know some black magic and can fight well with a sword. My brother can heal and use an axe.” This surprised Jeralt. “You two know magic,” Jeralt gasped. “Hm,” Byleth mused quietly. “So O’Ren hurts and Xiyon heals,” Byleth thought to himself. Jeralt hadn’t realised it yet, but Byleth felt some sort of kinship to the pair, as though not only had they met, but should be close to each other. It was as though the girl had led him many times before… 

Jeralt cleared his throat, getting their attention. “Do you have parents,” he questioned. “Where are they?” “We’re orphans,” Xiyon responded. He looked at his sister as if telling her to make them feel pity for them. “Our parents left us, they’re probably dead by now,” O’Ren tacked on, looking teary eyed. “I see… I’m so sorry,” Jeralt said sadly. “It’s really no problem,” Xiyon said. “You’ve been very kind to us thus far.” Jeralt seemed lost in thought for a while, before smiling. What he said next truly stunned the teens. “How about you stay with us?”

[zippers]

had a great meeting with my boss about my job concerns, but he made a comment towards the end saying that it looked like i was wearing pajamas... and like, sure I am wearing a graphic tee, but it's artistic and references our field so I thought it was appropriate... and I'm literally wearing my best pants (which happen to be leopard print slacks but I didn't think animal print was unprofessional??)

and he didn't say it with any malice, but the way he said it sounded like he had wanted to make that comment the whole time I was there, and I had been there for like 2 hours at that point. I was just kind of stunned, all i could say was "really?! these are my best pants?!" but I wish i had said "sorry, but as you know, you havent given me a single hour in over two months so i couldn't afford nicer clothes if I wanted to" 😭😭

and the context was, he said I "present/dress like an indoor person" and i said "well, I don't normally dress like this, I was aiming for business-ish casual" when he hit me back with "what you're wearing looks like pajamas"

and I know it's bothering me so much because I was constantly harassed by high school administration over "wearing pajama pants" to the point where an adult woman chased me into the bathroom screaming at me. So having clothes I specifically picked out bc I thought they reflected well of me, diminished as pajamas.... triggered!

[decadentias]

LISTENING TO HIS SPEECH ABOUT HOPE was touching. Felicity had no one to tell her that she could be happy if she just tried. Not even her brother. She hadn't told herself those kind, hopeful words. She didn't want to expect that she'd ever experience happiness. She was a shell of the person she once was. It was all about survival for her. She only planned on getting by as she went through this arranged marriage. Stunned by his spiel, she was quiet, letting it marinate. He sounded well-intentioned and sincere. "You know, I really hate people like you," she said, though there was no malice in her voice. "You are everything I want–—and I aspire to be," she added as an afterthought. It felt like he could save her, which was one thing that she and everyone else failed at. "I don't like them. They're clingy, needy, and so fragile. They need a lot of love." She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she still felt like that child. She couldn't even decide for herself and stand up against her father. "I'm in a family of businessmen. It's always been about profit. Our families would also want us to continue their legacy, which means business." She knew money was a necessity yet everyone around her was greedy. "I'll see if I can get back to it." // @thewcllingtons

❝ We have more than hope. I'm determined to make it so, I'm not sure what you've dealt with before. This may not be what you invisioned for your life, but we can work to make the most of it and create ways for us to be happy. To make this all worth it. ❞ Felicity's dwontroddened aura pained him. He could feel it from here. The longing and desire to make something out of this life. As if she didn't have the ability to do that all on her own. Elio didn't have a savior complex, but he sure as hell wanted to save her from whatever was going on with her right now. He listened intently to what she had to say about what she expected from their marriage. ❝ Okay... I'm not entirely a fan of kids either. ❞ Growing up a single child, the thought of children scared him. Whether Felicity had her own fears or decided to break the rules where she could is unknown to him. He didn't have an expectation when it came to that part of their life anyways. ❝ What makes you think you have to profit off of everything you do?! You don't have to make a profit to be an artist. It's a passion... You should follow it if it calls to you. ❞ // @decadentias

[bellafragolina]

You don't even know how much i enjoy reading ur work it's just *chef kiss*

And i've never seen a Zoroark hybrid s/o,so Ingo,Emmet,N and Guzma with that kind of hybrid s/o and ofc u can add any character you want <3!

Sure!! Zoroark are very beautiful, and they’d make stunning hybrids

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

He saw you in the station, and nearly walked into a pillar. Your hair floated around you ethereally, and you moved with a flowing gait, like you weren’t even really in this plane of reality. Ingo stared in awe of your beauty, and it caught your attention almost immediately.

You approached, and asked if there was a problem. To your surprise, Ingo blushed, and said no, he just thought you were beautiful. He introduces himself, and you do the same, confirming that you are a Zoroark hybrid. You thought he had a problem with you, as some people do with hybrids

But Ingo doesn't. As you continue to use the railway, even taking on Ingo's Single Train a few times, Ingo is nothing but respecting and polite, though he does have some questions. You think his blush whenever he's nearby is cute, so it's an easy, developing relationship that leads to you kissing him on the cheek when he stammers out a confession to you

Emmet:

Emmet is, sadly, all up in your grill when you first enter his line of sight. He's right there, marveling how your hair floats around you, the unnatural glow of your eyes, peppering you with excited questions. It's a little annoying, but he means well. You can tell there's no malice, so you answer a few of his questions as you walk to your destination

After the initial meeting, you see Emmet everywhere. He always has something to say, so you end up in conversation after conversation. He's pleasant company, funny and easy to talk to, so you're easily able to grow fond of him, growling away strangers that try to interrupt you two to talk to the Subway Boss. Emmet finds it plus your resulting blush endearing

Emmet is quick to suggest dating as he realizes his affections for you run deeper than most. He wants to brush your pretty hair and stare into your hypnotizing eyes without worrying you'll think he's a creep. But you don't, happily nuzzling into his shorter hair as he plays with yours. True love <3

N:

N is amazed by you. He finds you during his travels, and approaches with his legendary, stunning you as well. You have a conversation about his legendary, then a conversation about how you're a Zoroark hybrid. He's very respectful of how willing you are to tell him anything, and once you're finished, he asks if you'll show him around

The two of you bond over various things as you show him around your region. He loves watching you move, the flow of your hair and the sparkle of your eyes in the sun. When you smirk and show him sharp teeth, N knows he's a goner. He sticks around in the region for longer than he usually does, just to get to know you more

When he finally works up the courage to tell you about his feelings, he also offers you the option of traveling with him. His legendary already likes you, and he's fine with the idea of you coming with him as he tries to learn more about Pokémon and people. You could help him learn about more hybrids! So what do you say?

Guzma:

Guzma is intimidated when he first sees you. Your eyes were glowing in the lamp lights, bright beacons through the darkness of the night. He didn't know what to do, but he knew he didn't want to appear scared, so he picks a fight instead. You don't take kindly to it and pick him up by the back of his jacket to hang him on the nearby fence. He does not take kindly to this

You let him yell out his shit, then ask him questions about why he's such a little shit. He asks you the same, and you two eventually get to talking. You're on amicable ground by the time you decide to take him off the fence. He huffs at you, but you've won him over with your humor and your ethereal beauty (not that he'd ever admit that last one)

He brings you to the Shady House, and the grunts are all over you. You're scary looking a little bit, and they think it's badass. They wanna touch and play with your hair, looking at your eyes and sharp teeth. They'll shine you with flashlights to watch your eyes glow, and Guzma scolds him like he doesn't do the same when y'all are alone. It's a fun relationship that you develop, one the grunts celebrate when you make it official. Hell yeah, boss and scary boss. Guzma isn't amused, but you sure as hell are

🍓🍓🍓

I'm looking at the finished project and realizing I did the Hisuian Zorark instead of the other one. Whoops! I can rewrite it if you want, love, just let me know!

Have a good night, love!

~Renee

[absurdthirst]

Decisions To Be Made {Oberyn Martell x F!Reader}

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of sex, arranged marriages, bisexuality.

A/N: Part 2 of The Arrangement 

Writer Wednesday 9/22/21 @autumnleaves1991-blog​ @clydesducktape​

“So, dove.” Oberyn reaches up and cups your cheek, his thumb stroking the bone gently. “Do we honor the arrangement, or do you wish to forfeit your betrothal?” He asks, arching an eyebrow at you.

You swallow hard, your throat dry and you open your mouth to speak. “I-”

Your eyes search his face and you gulp and try again. “I need to think about this.” 

Oberyn nods and gives you a proud look, like you had given the correct answer. “Of course, you should not enter into something as substantial as this without thinking it over.” 

His hand drops away from your face and you wish that it hasn’t as he steps back. There must be some kind of discreet button on the desk that he presses because almost immediately as soon as he sits back down, the door to the study opens and that same gorgeous woman from before. 

“I will show her to her rooms, lover.” There is obvious affection between the two of them. His eyes soften and he reaches out to pull Ellaria into his lap for a passionate kiss. Your face grows hot watching the intimate moment between the two of them. 

For a moment it is as if you are not in the room. Their mouths meld together and tongues clash and tangle in a battle that is both erotic and poetic. You glance away for a moment to look over the opulent room but curiosity brings your gaze back to them. He had just proposed to you, or rather, asked you if you wanted to keep your betrothal and he was kissing another. He had meant what he said about not limiting himself. 

Ellaria pulls away and turns to look at you. “Poor thing.” She coos, straightening slightly as Oberyn strokes her arm and looks at her in adoration. “Apologizes, I did not mean to make you feel unwelcome. Come, let me escort you, I have already drawn you a hot bath to soak away your travel and let you contemplate your decision.”

There is no malice in her eyes. You can tell it was not some kind of power play on her part. Seemingly just a normal thing that occurred when the two of them were together. You find yourself nodding and Ellaria stands with a smile and sweeps you away without even bidding Oberyn farewell. 

Through the halls she guides you. Your eyes darting around as you try to memorize the labyrinth so you can find your way back. 

“We won’t be here long.” Ellaria comments easily. “Oberyn will want to get back home soon. So you don’t have to worry about learning the ins and outs of this place.”

“Oh.” You bite your lip to keep from asking if you would have to get used to another household or if you will be sent back to your home. You know it’s honestly depending on the answer that you give Oberyn and that is something you are still trying to figure out. 

“He likes you, you know.” You shake yourself out of your inner thoughts and look up to find her watching you at the entrance to a set of double doors. 

“Does that bother you?” You ask quietly, needing to see how she really felt about this crazy idea that he was proposing. 

“Why should it?” She tilts her head and smiles at you, her eyes seemingly holding her own secrets. “I like you too.” 

She pushes the doors open, revealing an absolutely beautifully appointed room. Sailing through the opulent state room, she guides you to a door on the far side, opened and waiting. 

“Come, the water is still hot.” She motions you into the room and you see a very charming bathroom in a light shade of green. The tub is recessed into the wall and framed with columns. 

It was charming and stunning all at the same time and before you could really think about it, you were slipping into the hot water while Ellaria fussed over your clothes. 

Heaven, it was like slipping into heaven and you sighed happily at the warmth of the water on your muscles. 

“Poor little lamb.” Ellaria coos, coming to sit on the edge of the tub and she reaches out to run her hand hand through the perfumed water. “I know you are confused and unsure of what to do.” 

“What would you do?” It seems strange to ask the woman who Oberyn called his paramour what she would do in your situation, but she knows him better than you do. 

“Oberyn is a good man.” She tells you simply, her eyes honest. “He will take care of you and in a very short time, he would come to love you.” 

“That doesn’t bother you?” You ask curiously, amazed that there seems to be no animosity on her part. Despite your offer, she is totally secure in her place. 

“He has an amazing capacity to love.” Ellaria tells you, a smile playing on her lips. “His love for you would not diminish his own for me. Or his children.” 

She pauses and sends you another searching look. “You think about this. If it is not in your heart to share him, he will understand. But if you take no issue with it, you will be cherished and taken care of as a Princess of Dorne, as his wife.” 

She stands and turns around. “I have had your clothes unpacked and will have an outfit laid out of you.” She announces. “Stay in the bath as long as you like. It’s a good place to thing about decisions to be made.” 

Ellaria disappears out of the door and you lean back against the side of the tub as you contemplate what she has told you. You were being handed the opportunity of a lifetime. it seems. 

Your hands push the water around the tub and you sigh. You just needed to decide if you are brave enough to reach out and accept it. 

MasterList

[cheyohara]

Just the sight of her older brother was enough to fill the professor with so much anxiety that she trembled. However, when seeing Carter confront someone that had been becoming her friend and closer to her, then Chey's fight or flight response was sending her to intervene.

It wasn't acceptable for the people she cared about to end up in the eldest O'Hara's warpath. No one deserved the anger and rage that seemed to roll off Carter in pressure wave after pressure wave, and Chey couldn't be witness to her brother putting hands on Atlas. Especially since the podcaster could assume it was because of her.

Amidst the scathing words being thrown back and forth between the two men, Chey's voice cried out— "Carter! Please... stop!"

"Ah, shut up, teacup," Carter spat at her, practically yelling through Atlas as he had done his best to make himself a wall between the siblings. It was a nickname he'd given Chey when she was still in single digits because she was small and fragile. Somehow no one had seen the malice in such a name yet both O'Hara's were trying to find each other's eyes around the overly tall Williams. "The men are talkin' right now. Er, at least one of us is..."

There was something sinister in that statement and the professor was keenly aware that Atlas had picked up on the threat.

"That's right. She's my fuckin' sister. Why the fuck are you gettin' into our family matters?" The older O'Hara challenged and took a menacing step closer, and though quite a bit shorter got in Atlas's face. "Don't worry wolf boy you're gonna remember real quick 'bout bein' a baby. I jus' wanna know why the fuck you lied to me. Why the fuck were you cozy with my sister?"

"What are you talking about?" Chey begged, exasperated. As usual when overwhelmed by Carter's presence her eyes welled with the sting of tears and panic continued to course through her. "He's my friend too, you know?" Her hands flew out, imploring him to understand. There hadn't been many times she and Atlas had actually spent time together and the brunette racked her brain trying to think of a time they would've been seen together.

It made her ache to even have to do such a thing. Or that she'd even have to hide in her own hometown to avoid the wrath of the angriest person she'd ever known.

"I. Said. Shut. Up," Carter threatened, shooting a glare around the friend between them. "I won't fuckin' tell you again." Then, out of nowhere, his hands shoved into Atlas chest one more time and the attention was then redirected back to the tallest one of the three. "The point is that this fucker lied to me," a thick finger jabbed at Atlas, "gettin' in the middle of my family business. Now... what kind of friend is that?"

An expert on the wind up, Chey knew what was coming, especially after Carter had shoved their friend once again. Atlas didn't deserve this and shouldn't have to deal with this. So, the brunette foolishly shifted around Atlas and put her hands up at her older brother— "Stop it! Just stop it!" Never before had she really stood up to Carter, the professor had always too greatly feared the consequences and she had been right to as rage came flying out at her as two solid hands hit her square in the chest and sent her to the ground with her brother yelling how stupid she was.

"Carter," she attempted to hold his attention while stunned as Chey tried to get up. / @atlaswilliams

The holidays were upon them once more and so was the pressure to deliver the best of the best gifts to his children and everyone around him. His wallet ached with every purchase he made, but no dollar sign could equate to the happiness that illuminated on every face as they unwrapped whatever it was he'd gotten them. His kids brought him the most joy of all, followed by Kennedy, but happiness thudded in his veins all the same at the mere thought of his friends tearing into the poorly wrapped gifts he'd put together for them.

The inside of his cheeks had been nipped almost raw. It was a nasty nervous habit, all thanks to his usual thumb to forefinger response being impossible with a phone in his hands. For a man who cared little for technology, he'd barely lifted his head from the screen in a solid week, maybe even longer. His latest gift in question had been for his oldest daughter, her tastes having changed since he'd learned of her existence in the world two years prior.

If only he'd looked up, but the sound of stomps hadn't registered to his preoccupied mind at the time. Then again, sometimes walking headfirst into danger wasn't a thing someone could avoid. Jaw tensed, his once steady heartbeat now tripled in pace. He could still feel Carter's burned into his chest even after the male had rocked back on his heels from the force of it. A lump was forcefully swallowed down and his phone was pocketed, the gift still illuminated on his screen as it was hidden beneath denim.

Atlas released a scoff, dark hues rolling as anger flooded his veins. "What the fuck are you talking about, Carter?" He wouldn't fold, wouldn't give the man anything that he wanted to hear. Another breath of frustration rolled off his tongue, but before another word could fall from his mouth, another's panicked voice blasted through the air.

Anger shifted to concern and concern shifted to his own version of panic. For years, it had been Atlas standing on the sidelines of Carter's rage, often leaving the eldest Williams to jump in where he had no skin the game. He'd never been proud of it, but he wasn't a spineless teenager any longer and Carter wasn't his north star either.

Another harsh push left the vertically gifted male stuttering in step. Tongue rolled over his teeth, his own frustrations bubbling beneath the surface, but it was no match for the animalistic light in Carter's eyes. "You were always such a fuckin' baby about everything," he countered, perhaps unwisely so. At least if he could direct the male's attention towards him, Chey could catch a break from it.

Carefully, and with intent, Atlas stepped closer, angling himself between the siblings enough to interfere if Carter's attention shifted on a whim. "I mean, come on, man. I thought you would have grown up by now. Seriously, what's your deal? She's your little sister." At the mention of her, his gaze wandered over his shoulder for a split second, undaring to linger when a ticking time bomb swayed before him. "Just leave her alone. If you wanna be pissed at someone, I'm right here."

@cheyohara

[biggest-stupidhead]

more modern au levi x reader!! is it okay where reader makes petra jealous???

Just a reminder: WE DO NOT CONDONE PETRA SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE!!!

with that said, I will write this heavily focused on Petra to make it a lil angsty, hope you enjoy!

Summary: Petra watches her ex fall for another

Word Count: 1.7K

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It had been two long years since Petra and Levi ended things. It wasn’t messy but it was painful, she had seen it coming from a mile away. He had grown just as distant as he had been when they first met. Staying late at work, texting her dryly, and using terrible excuses. Although she had known it was coming, she still was a wreck when he actually ended things. She spent the months following the break up drinking wine and crashing at Oluo’s place regularly. After two years she was finally feeling better, dare she say, ready to get back into the dating scene? Or at least that’s what she thought, she was scrolling through her instagram feed when she stumbled across Hange’s page. It was someone’s birthday, someone she wasn’t familiar with. 

A woman with bight eyes and an even brighter smile was in the center of the group photo. On her right was Levi, who had an arm thrown casually over her shoulder, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. Petra pinched the screen to zoom into Levi’s side, where she saw a feminine hand on his waist. She stared stupidly at the image. She shouldn’t feel jealous, she had no right. It had been two long years since the break up. But the picture only dredged up old memories of times when she would hold Levi that same way. When that smile was directed to her. She then turned her attention to the caption, which read: 

Happy Birthday (Y/n)! 24 never looked so good!

She then scrolled through the comments, many of them consisted of birthday wishes and support. She lost interest when she didn’t see Levi’s username and instead went back to the collection of photos, three of them in all. The group one that she assumed had just been taken, the second one was a picture of Hange and you on the beach, Petra felt a involuntary wave of self consciousness wash over her at the site of you in a swim suite. The final picture was the one that hurt the most though, it seemed to be a very old picture of you, maybe from your early years in college? You were sitting on a couch with younger versions of Hange, Erwin, Levi, and Moblit. Levi’s arm was casually thrown over your shoulders. Why had he never mentioned you before? Were you the reason that they broke up? No Levi had assured her that it wasn’t like that, said he wasn’t seeing anyone else. She tried to stop herself from going down that rabbit hole, but she couldn’t seem to. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had clicked on your profile which she was almost disappointed to find as public. This meant that there was nothing stopping her from judging every perfect image that was posted, and to her pleasant surprise, there was only one photo of you and Levi. The photo was posted the week prior, the two of you were hiking in the mountains, the dusty trial behind you. Your face was flushed from the exertion of the climb, Levi seemed cool as a cucumber, his face blank and void of emotion. She scrolled through the post and found a video, the sound of your shoes crunching and Levi talking behind you were clear as day. 

“I mean come on, who uses fucking Lipton? Have some god damn class.” Levi spat, as you snorted in amusement. Petra found herself chuckling along with you at Levi’s little rant. She felt a rogue tear slide down her cheek when you showed the phone to Levi, who’s face fell from being mildly animated to apathetic once more. You cackled as he swiped the phone and the video ended abruptly. It was so innocent, it was clear from the rest of your page that you were a private person, much like Levi. With little indication that you were dating him, it left her wanting to know more. More about the girl that had taken her place, had managed to worm her way into Levi’s heart of stone and make herself comfortable. As soon as these thoughts crowded into her head, she deleted instagram all together and powered her phone down, determined to wipe her memory of the images she had seen. 

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The music was a nice distraction from the awkwardness that hung in the air. You had arrived uncharacteristically early to Hange’s party, and consequently meeting a whole group of people that you had never met before. The new people were about your age, three young men and one stunning young woman. It was early fall and Hange’s annual bonfire bash as you all had dubbed the event. Basically you lit a massive fire, when you were younger it was your past assignments from your pervious school year, then it became just regular old wood. You tapped your finger against the cool beer bottle as you leaned up against the counter, the men were laughing obnoxiously as they dropped the alcohol that they’d brought into one of the many coolers. The woman was looking at you almost nervously, she seemed extremely on edge, shifting her weight back and forth, eyes wandering around the room in a jittery manner. You frowned, wondering what was bothering her, but ultimately deciding that it was not really your business. Erwin shimmied behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he slide past you into the kitchen. You caught his arm, clinging to his familiar presence. 

“Erwin.” you hissed as he stooped to reach your level. 

“Who are these people?” you asked as you held his bicep firmly in your grasp. He pulled away and looked at you with a confused expression. 

“You mean Levi didn’t tell you?” He said slowly, clearly he was unsure if it was his place to speak on the relationship between Levi and these people. 

“No....” You said carefully, not wanting to make Erwin uncomfortable. 

“Oh well they used to work in the same department before Levi switched.” He said, he looked over to the men and motioned for them to come over, they ambled over with curious expressions. 

“What’s up Erwin?” the dark haired man asked as he looked between the two of you. 

“Just thought I’d ought to introduce you to (Y/n) here, she’s an old friend of ours from high school.” Erwin explained, his hand still comfortingly placed on your mid back. You waved shyly and smiled at all of them, including the girl. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” The blonde with a ponytail said, outstretching his hand to shake yours. 

“I’m Eld, this is Gunther, Oluo, and that fine young lady over there is Petra.” He said, pointing at all of them respectively. 

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” you said sweetly as you struck up a conversation with Oluo about what they thought about the department that they worked in. It didn’t go unnoticed that Petra remained nearly silent, her amber eyes wide and a bit fearful. When the interns arrived, the men were quick to go help them carry in the alcohol that they brought, leaving you and Petra alone in the kitchen. You cocked your head at her as you poured some pretzels into a large bowl. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a halo over her head and you couldn’t help but voice your admiration for her. 

“You’re really pretty.” you gushed as she blushed at your words and turned to look at you with wide eyes. 

“So are you...” She returned the compliment and you smiled, feeling more at ease now that the two of you were alone. 

“So how long have you known Hange?” You asked conversationally as you crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the trash. 

“Hm let’s see...about four years now?” She responded with a bit of a wistful tone. 

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met sooner!” you chuckled as the two of you opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two large glasses. The two of you strolled out into the bark yard, where Hange and Moblit were chucking large pallets of wood onto the fire pit. You and Petra sat down in two lawn chairs watching as Hange and Moblit bickered over if it was safe enough to light the fire with gasoline. 

“I am too, you seem....like a really nice girl.” Petra said a bit downcast as she looked deeply into her wine. 

“So do you! We should grab breakfast ooo or maybe even brunch sometime!” You said excitedly and Petra sat there in awe, wondering if there was even a mean bone in your body. Or if you had any clue that she had dated Levi. 

“Yeah...this is kind of random but...are you dating Levi?” She blurted out, her face turning to look at you with a flushed expression. You nodded nonchalantly and took another sip of your wine. 

“Yeah we just started dating about a year ago.” You said with a shrug, Petra inhaled, readying herself for the next words that would either make or break the future relationship between the two of you. 

“Did...you know we dated?” she said, cringing when the words left her mouth. She sounded crazy and she knew it, but she felt obligated to clear the air between you before it got bad. 

“Hm I think he mentioned it once or twice, and Hange told me about you when you first started dating.” You said looking up thoughtfully, your tone held no malice or any sign of ill will. 

“You’re not...” 

“Insecure? Nah, and don’t take that like I’m being cocky! I just mean that...” 

“No, no let’s just not do this. I’m sorry for bringing it up. God I’m such a bitch.” Petra went to stand and you followed her, catching her wrist. 

“It’s alright really, I don’t care about what happened between you and Levi. It’s frankly none of my business, I just...wanna be friends with you.” you smiled at her sheepishly as she looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Oh” She managed to say dumbly. 

“That is if you want to be friends.” You said, letting go of her hand and giving her some space. 

“Yeah...I think that I’d like that very much.” Petra said with a bright smile. 

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In honor of Women’s History month, I couldn’t bare to write something that was a stereotypical jealous ex, so I did the next best thing and wrote this more geared towards the reader and Petra bringing each other up instead of tearing one another down. As someone who was apart of the fandom back in like 2014 I am way too familiar with writers turning Petra into a psycho bitch, and I don’t like that. SO I hope that this is good enough to fit the prompt! 

[i-need-air]

"Dude" — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Summary: Your former bully, Midori, has confessed her undying love for one of the most famous guys at U.A.; you're just venting gossiping about it with Mei, not knowing Bakugou Katsuki is right around the corner, listening;

Warnings: None. Well, Bakugou Katsuki having various anger induced strokes > the normal > no warnings; light crackfic? subtle ending;

Word count: 4.5k;

[ Part 2 ];

"She confessed to him." You grinned, throwing a bunch of fries into your mouth like the absolute animal you were.

Mei on the other hand continued her work on whatever in the world her new prototype, or "baby", was. Still, you had the honor of having half of her attention, which was a compliment to say at least.

She just smiled, shaking her head, leading you to continue, not knowing a blond was quite literally behind the corner, just outside the door leading to the support department, frown on his face.

"She came to class giggling like an idiot saying she's got a plan." You made a face into the distance, remembering your classmate's obnoxious squeal. "Ugh, she started telling the Divas how she's gonna have The Bakugou Katsuki in the bag." An ugly snort left your body, which earned an amused chuckle from Mei.

Both of you were pretty well known to be very good friends, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were both quite the social pariahs too. She was a little bit strange or weird, as some called her, but not for a single second she cared, which was the reason you admired the girl so much in the first place. Meanwhile you've taken the role of the bitch of the whole school by far. Sadly, you were placed in the same class as your archenemy, only increasing your chances of being called said endearing term.

Middle-school was a nightmare to say at least, getting bullied for your looks, the way you spoke or dressed, anything really as long as you were the one being mocked. And who was the one doing the bullying? Midori. Stunning, graceful, baby-faced Midori. Petite yet elegant, a devil in disguise. Whoever crossed her path suffered her malice unless she had something to gain from them.

And now, sweet Midori was in the U.A.'s General Studies, coinciding with you in the majority but not all classes. It had to do with the tragedy that your quirk was so rare that the principal Nezu had to adjust a new schedule just for you. Just kidding, it was amazing. The actual tragedy was seeing her face every day.

Back to your heartbreaking backstory and origin; time made you tough, comments made you build a wall so tall and thick nobody could crumble it. Backstab after backstab made you learn that not everyone has good intentions, but in your loneliness you found Hatsume Mei. So honest and dedicated, so raw and passionate. A good person. The type of person your parents promised you'd someway cross paths with and gain such a strong friendship that nothing could tear it apart.

Becoming friends with her was easy, kinda. It took snapping back at Midori when she started her normal bullying routine on Mei, which ignored it without a care. You stepped in and the rest is history. It did feel good though, calling her a pathetic bitch before turning to the stranger with a cool gadget in her hands to compliment it. And, since she's a sucker for her babies, you had to deal with an hour of sparkly eyes and monologues about her plans and prototypes.

Funny girl, Mei. You remember thinking but the following day you passed by her usual spot to fill your curiosity, asking if she did solve the problem she was complaining about.

"He was the one she was planning to ask out?" She screamed at you, head inside a giant metal gauntlet and the reason you two started talking about said man in particular. News were extra-fresh anyway.

"Oh, yeah!" You shook your head, ashamed to exist in the same general proximity as a person like your former bully. "He's gonna be so rich and famous!" A high pitched squeal left your mouth as you tried to copy her voice. "Poor fucking guy, if only he knew."

"But people know she's a bitch!" She screamed again, repairing or adjusting something with almost all of her body inside the gauntlet. A smile, genuine and soft this time, formed on your face. The pink-haired girl wasn't one to talk bad about others or even care, but it was clear she wasn't particularly fond with Midori either, although the conversation was more for you to vent rather than gossip. Sure it was.

"Like the people from the Hero Department even care about us, the commoners." With a roll of the eyes, you followed. "If he's smart, he'll run away. If he's an asshole, he could use her too."

"What do you mean?" Pink flocks of hair suddently submerged from the gadget, eyes curious zooming on you. That probably got more than 50% of her attention and it was a new personal goal while she was at the workshop.

With shrugged shoulders, your answer came nonchalant. "He could date her and dump her like she's nothing. Would serve her right for all the shit she's talking about him." But the only response you got was a short quizzical look, followed by your exagerated sigh. "She's talking shit about him constantly, but then says he's hot and that his personality doesn't matter anyway. Money, fame, looks. She has a whole fucking life-plan! Then calls him a rabid dog!"

"Woah—" that surprised her.

"Woah indeed! Insane. It's insane. I don't know the guy but no one deserves that shit." When you got no response, you continued your speech, munching in the food with passionate hunger, words coming out almost indistinguishable. "Doubt he'd play her though. He looks like a smart guy. I've seen the Sports Festival—" you picked up your burger, giving it heart eyes. "—and I've seen the news. He's probably a good guy too, the issue is people don't see that and... Well, I understand what's it to be judged... Not many have what it takes to be a real hero but he does. Hope he finds happiness in life." Much talk for someone that doesn't know shit about the guy in particular, but even so faint, your gut instinct was trained well enough to spot malice and he lacked that. "And a therapist." And there's the little shit in you that had to drop a cheeky comment.

Mei's gaze turned downwards and even if you could see her brain do mental gymnastics to solve whatever problem she had in front of her super-eyes, she also contemplated your words with great care.

"He comes here from time to time—" she grins, smacking the grenade looking gauntlet with her weird utensil. "I noticed you two are similar." Your face twisted, eyes wide towards the girl.

Similar how? He was loud, bold with a foul mouth, definitely needed a therapist for those unresolved anger issues... But he was also bright as in whenever he went, people looked in his direction, like he shined; obviously strong, also from what you've heard smart, popular, lucky to be surrounded by kind people. Example being that very nice pink girl that had a joyous conversation with you the very first day of school and, much to your surprise, continued greeting and having sweet small talks with you every single time you saw each other. Or the blond haired guy that showed off a little bit too much and made dumb flirty comments with no bad intentions, the same blond that waved at you with enthusiasm when you'd cross paths. There was the red-head, Kirishima, that was an absolute gentleman, opening doors for you even if you had two functioning hands and smiled so bright it made your corneas burn, or also the dark haired guy, Sero, that you've seen helping literally anyone in need around the school campus with an easy going attitude and gentle grins. Bakugou Katsuki was surrounded by good people, good heroes just as amazing as him and if they liked him, he must've definitely had some good in him, right? Another point appeared in your mental presentation about the brash hero in the making was that he was way too attractive but the wise burried deep inside of you made that particular point dissappear. No need to think about that. Overall you weren't even remotely similar. Not even close. Two completely different human beings from two completely different worlds that would never collide. With that being said, there was the small chance that Mei hinted for you to get a therapist too, who knows.

"How even—"

"I mean!" She screwed something in place. "I mean in your— determination?"

"I wouldn't know that." You muttered.

"He screams I'm gonna be the best every time he's here—"

"Cute..." You vomit that endearment without thinking, but thankfully it got ignored.

"—and it always reminds me of you." A small chuckle left your mouth.

"Don't make fun of me."

"You say it too~"

"I just heal, Mei, it's not the same." Principal Nezu's speech, the speech he gave your parents months into the first year as they found themselves aware of your power made you hold your words. You had it in you. The potential. If incredible people like your teachers, like Shuzenji Chiyo or Principal Nezu twisted things around for your quirk, for how rare and powerful it is, you'd accept it.

"But you're gonna be the best healer ever, aren't you?" She taunted.

"Of course. Which reminds me—!"

"Hmm?" Her attention faded away slightly, but it wasn't a problem.

She cheered, both at you and at her finished masterpiece and proceeded to eat too, passing through the lunch hour without interruption.

"Recovery Girl is putting me on active duty at the infirmary from now on. Finally!"

Innocent pale purple eyes stared into deep crimson ones, furrowed brows covering them.

—

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't one to enjoy being annoyed or surprised and this extra managed to make him feel both things in a short notice.

Everyone around him froze in fear or wonder, awaiting his response without breathing or moving an inch. Meanwhile Whoever-she-was held a pink envelope in front of him, a perfume too sweet coming from it making him want to literally gag in the spot.

Another thing the boy did not appreciate was to have someone bullshit him. His senses were telling him to back off, alarms ringing in his head and those purple eyes held hidden intentions; he wasn't having any of it.

"Fuck off." He snapped, yet his stance was casual as he refused to move out of her way since she was the one that had the audacity to run into him.

Some gasps, even coming from his so-called idiotic friends, could be heard and an indignant Bakubro behind him as he got slapped in the shoulder but he did not care. Not until her lips started to tremble as she retreated her confession letter towards her chest dramatically. His eyebrow started to twitch at the sight.

It was a spectacle for anyone surrounding him.

"What's going on?" Shushes and whispers.

"Bakugou Katsuki just got a confession!" Gossip.

"What!? Who?!" Confusion.

"You said Bakugou Katsuki?!" Shock.

"Oh, she's pretty!" Awe.

"He told her to Fuck off! What an asshole!" Outrage.

"Is that Midori?" Surprise.

"The nerve—" Anger.

"Midori from—" Disbelief.

"Oh, my God, she's really doing it~!" Giggles.

He frowned deeper. If people were to talk about him, they should be talking about all the crap he's been doing and all the lives he saved, not because of a fake bimbo decided to cross his path.

Bakugou wasn't stupid either. With time he knew these things would eventually come in his direction, stuff he'd have to deal with in the future as fame would take over, but not now. He did not have time to entertain this show anyway.

There was only one destination in his mind and she was keeping him in the middle of the whole school cafeteria with prying eyes on them both.

"Bakugou, do something, she's about to cry!" Dunce Face harshly whispered, but turned towards the white haired girl that looked devastated in front of them. "Ignore him! Ask me out, I would never make you cry!"

He rolled his eyes so back in his head it almost hurt. With a need to hurl the food he just ate, he made a step to leave the scene but small hands with claw-like fingernails gripped his arm and he looked at her in utter disgust.

"No, I would never! He—" she sniffled but had no tears in her eyes. He gave her a scowl, trying to take his arm out of her grip but she scratched him in place with her tiny rat hands. "You're the one I love! I—" her bangs covered her face as she continued her show.

"Bakugou! Dude! Do something!" Shitty Hair said, his dumb and blind trust in people buying the act. A vein almost popped on Bakugou's forehead.

"I fucking said—" he pulled his arm so hard she fell on her knees by his side. "Fuck. Off."

Another set of gasps filled the room.

"Bakugou!"

One thing he did not want, even if he could tell it was a foul theater, was to hurt somebody. His asshole act ended at that but his pride stopped him from saying anything.

Glancing to see if she's hurt, Pink Idiot was by her side, helping her up and asking way too many fucking questions.

"No, I'm fine..." she said with such a meek voice he scoffed, also hearing all the shit everyone around him was talking.

"He's such a brute."

"What a mean guy—"

"She's crying!"

"Fucking asshole."

He gritted his teeth.

After the disaster with the League of Villains in the first year, people started to respect him for who he was yet one single, minuscule shit like this and they were all at his jugular.

"I took Bakugou-san by surprise." She excused his behavior to Ashido, which then suggested they should eat lunch together sometimes to make up for the trouble after apologizing in his behalf.

"Yeah, we'd love to have you around! Isn't that right, Bakugou?" The apologetic and almost pleading voice of his blond friend, if he ever was going to call him that anymore, just made him bare his teeth. If they wanted to get played like fools it was their problem, not his.

And that's how he found himself eavesdropping on the weirdo and an extra.

And with a single "Whatever." he left the cafeteria, going to check if his gauntlets were ready, annoyance oozing off him, making the sea of people part from his path. Except he didn't notice you rushing away a little bit in front of him, holding a bag of food, all amused.

Why the fuck was everyone talking about him? Can't they fucking keep his pretty name outta their mouths? With time and without finding a reason why the hell he was glued in place, he listened attentively, his suspicions confirmed and his ego hurt, but whoever was talking about him calmed his nerves a lot. He just needed to put a face to that voice. Just to see who's gossiping about him, nothing else.

—

With a full belly and a whole afternoon to study by Recovery Girl's side, you marched towards the infirmary after you bid your farewell to Mei. There was still time to walk around, grab something sweet for later and save any poor soul that Midori decided to sink her teeth in. It was common at this point, you getting in between her and her victims and taking the hit, yet somehow also being called a bitch by everyone. That's how high-school worked. She did have friends and they spread any word she spat. Vultures.

It was fine though. Hero [Y/N] is there to save the day no matter what. You scoffed at your own stupidity, turning the corner just to step on a leg that was sprawled on the floor.

He clicked his tongue, getting up with no worry in the world, but made no action to leave, settling for observing and analyzing you way too intensely.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, idiot." The man of the hour, the guy you've defended in front of your friend just screamed at you as he dusted off the imprint of your shoe left on his pants. Meanwhile you just paled in place before regaining your composture.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" You said, tilting your head with a frown, already knowing you will not apologize.

Unimpressed by what was going on, even if you truly couldn't point out what really was going on, you made an attempt to move past him towards the vending machines not far behind, but he caught your arm in a firm grip.

You blinked stupidly at the skin contact.

"Heard you were talkin' shit."

Your stomach dropped. Legs almost gave up too if it weren't for his iron grip holding you still. In the silence and at the satisfaction of the reaction you let out, he smirked and raised his chin, only Mei's singing voice coming from her workshop could be heard. Realization hit you. Hit you? Bitchslapped you in the face and left a mark for sure, because your cheeks started feeling heated, tingly.

He dragged you away, maybe to have the privacy to murder you in peace, but your common sense kicked in and you came back from the land of the mortified.

Much like he did before, action you saw with your two own eyes and repeated, you pulled out of his strong grip and stared as he turned towards you, mouth already opened to probably eat you alive.

"I wasn't talking shit about you, dude." You quickly spoke first.

"You don't fucking know me." He growled back, taking a step towards you but like hell you'd back down.

"Don't need to be besties to say what I said." Without understanding why he was so agitated, the only thing left to do after this beautiful turn of events was to defend the honor remaining in you, so you raised your chin to be at par with him. The action clearly took him by surprise, making him glare more, if even possible.

"I don't fucking appreciate when extras talk about me behind my back!"

"I don't give a shit what you appreciate, dude." Your laugh was the complete opposite of his menacing loud voice, like ying and yang.

"Bakugou, the name's fucking Bakugou, you extra!" Bakugou recovered quickly at your snappy self, getting more bothered as you talked.

"Okay, dude." His hands fisted, shaking in place as he stared you down but did not continue.

Silence; the hallway was now filled with silence as he boiled in his own anger and as you raised your brows in confusion. Now what? Was it time to leave? You've never met anyone like him, this was peculiar—

"NOW IT'S WHEN YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOUR SHITTY NAME, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!"

A second passes; two; at the third you're wheezing your lungs out, laughing at the ridiculousness of the scenario.

"What the fuck are you LAUGHING AT?!" His voice got louder just to top your howling. You did not expect that.

Through a sigh, regaining your breath, you say "It's [L/N] [Y/N].", seeing him retreat in his form and cross his arms. He was still seizing you up.

"If you have shit to say to me, say it to my fucking face, understood?"

"I—... Say what now?"

"I—." He copied in a mock, getting an incredulous look from you. "You stupid or what?" Your upper lip lifted, ready to cuss him to infinity and beyond but he continued. "Like about that bitch from before and shit—" even if he still was loud, he placed his hands in his pockets and looked more interested in the way the tiles on the wall were placed instead of your person. "An' like you told the weirdo—"

No time to be shocked at the implied; his last word enraged you, making your body shake with rage. "Don't fucking dare to call her a weirdo ever again."

Like a challenge, he snapped his face back at you, ready to take it.

"Or what?"

"Listen here, fucker—" now that was a nice surprised face he was pulling. "Just because I gave you a pat on the back in there doesn't mean you can disrespect people just because you think you're the shit. You're not. Now get out of my fucking way." With a final push to his shoulder, your mind was focused on going to the infirmary, steam almost coming out of your nostrils.

"Hey, extra!"

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him. went through your mind, marching away without a glance back. Not until—

"[L/N]! You're a healer, hah?" That's interesting. He stood where you left him, watching.

"What's it to you?"

Someone sane would've left at your tone but this guy walked towards you then showed you his arms, recently scratched. Images came back to you about the cafeteria incident but did not underst—... did he want to get healed?

You scoffed.

"They're scratches, dude."

"They annoy me. Now heal." All the energy you had left in your body was channeled towards the slow blink you threw at him, at which he scoffed. But they did look nasty— and Midori did them. It was a curse by itself to look down at your own arms and remember that face, so the guardian angel in you decided to take control and be the better person.

Gentle fingers barely tapped his muscular arm. Smile crept up on your lips, feeling absolutely delighted at his obvious stiffness at the skin contact and the clear interest in his eyes, specially when the scratches started disappearing into nothing, leaving smooth silk skin under.

"Hey— Wha— Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" raspy voice got lost in the distance and one thought in your head.

"Want a lollipop for being a good patient too?" You mock and his face explodes in all shapes of red. It would've been great to mock him more, enthralled by his reactions, but with that you turned and left, ignoring the tingling under your fingers that should not be there and your stomping heart.

Did he wait all the lunchbreak to talk to you?

—

A long queue was ahead of you, earning the longest sigh out of your lungs. Life was pain sometimes. Mei couldn't hang out, food was too far away, the delicious croissants Lunch Rush made ran out as far as you could see. Pain. Just pure pain.

And disappointment. When you walked away with your food in a bag, maybe to sit under a tree and enjoy some peace and quiet, you saw her. Midori sitting at a table you did not expect. At the same table where Ashido Mina, Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijirou and Hanta Sero sat at. Good people. Honest, good people about to get bitten by a snake. If she was there, then Bakugou decided—

"You. Sit."

Thinking about the boy somehow summoned him behind you. Food in hand and bored expression on his face, he passed you not without giving you a stink eye. Indeed, disappointment.

You shrugged, trying not to pay much attention to the pang in your heart as you moved forward, but a voice— his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"You. Get the fuck out of my face." His growl made everyone around him turn to watch, you being one of them. There was no excuse to what came next, no way to run away past it and dissappear. He nodded his head at you out of all people and pointed at the seat still occupied by Midori; her purple eyes big, shocked, running between your frame and the blond's.

Do you know what it felt to be put in the spotlight without warning? Well, congratulations because that was your life now.

"Ba—Bakugou-san?" Her voice, now highed up and meek followed, then a small scream as Bakugou slammed his food on the table. His friends sat there, wide-eyed, but made no attempt to interrupt.

"Did I fucking stutter, bitch? Or want me to turn into a rabid dog for fucking real?"

You choked on your own spit, bag of goodies about to drop on the floor once you saw her horrified face. She knew that he knew. And when her pale eyes, filled with sudden malice, act dropped, turned to you it's when you realized she figured out where he found out from.

Not like you cared, really, but the little shit that always had to poke out every time she was in the same room as you decided to finally show up, making you wave and send her a wink.

"I said MOVE!" now— that growl, raspy and filled with anger startled her. The orange juice in her hands spilled all over her uniform and woke her up from whatever delusion she was in. With zero time to reconsider, every belonging of hers was picked up with trembling hands and she ran away to her group of cockroaches.

A smile was already settled on your face; your brain was storing that whole interaction deep within, ready to bring it back up whenever you needed a good laugh.

Life was pain and disappointment, you say? No. Life was great. Or more importantly, Bakugou was. Not like he needed to know. But he was a decent guy as he proved—

"THE FUCK YOU STANDING THERE LIKE A DUMBASS?! I SAID SIT!" —to be a pain in the fucking ass and the bane of your existence.

You gave him a face then turned to walk away, even rushing more when you heard his chair screeching on the floor. The exit was so close, so near, freedom never felt this great, the sunlight kissing your skin giving you a new hope to live. But not for long because he grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards his table.

Your hand was in his hand and he was dragging you—

Your hand— his big, warm, a little bit sweaty hand—

How could you ruin such a beautiful moment? Eyes on you two, shocked, silence, his adorable red ears being the only thing you could see as he was completely in front of you, still dragging you towards his friends...

"Did you wait all lunchbreak yesterday to talk to me?" You collided into him as you finished the sentence, his way taller form stiffened so much you felt you single-handedly broke Bakugou Katsuki for good.

But when he turned... Oh, when he turned. Biggest deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes you've ever seen on anyone, cheeks painted so red you almost melted in the spot, lips trembling as his head worked a thousand miles per second just to find a retort. And you prepared yourself for—

"NO, I FUCKING DIDN'T! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING EXTRA? I'D NEVER WAIT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YO— ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" Mina's waving hand caught your attention and smiled at her. Your hand was still in his, gripped harshly as he still hasn't noticed it's still there.

"Hey! [L/N], long time no see!" She cheered, ignoring the living shit out of her screaming friend, like she's used to it.

"FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU—"

"Hey, chill, dude. Now let go of my hand, I wanna talk to Ashido." You smiled sweetly, making extra effort to wave your linked hands arond until he finally noticed. He zapped his hand away so fast, like he's been bitten by a wild animal. Maybe even a rabid dog, if you will.

You couldn't ignore your own flustered state as you walked past him, giving him a one up, adding the absolute scandalized face he had into the back of your mind for safekeeping.

"Come sit with us!" The pinkette offered.

"Oh, hey, I know you! You're by Hatsume's workshop all the time!" Kirishima intervened with a surprised face that broke into a grin. "Nice to officially meet—"

"I fucking said." he appeared, sitting in front of you. "My name's Bakugou."

"Ok, dude, but I'm talking to someon—"

"BAKUGOU KATSUKI!" Could be heard from the stratosphere.

Note: I just realized Midori means Green [ fucking duh ] but I'm not gonna change the name or her description. I think her parents fucking up her name was the start of many accidents leading into the Midori we all know and hate. Also, I know you understand. We all know a Midori in our lives. Much love.

Note 2: I keep editing it but tumblr dot com slash Install App on Phone fucks my editing and switches paragraphs all around! If you find any PLEASE tell me, I'd really appreciate it!!!