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somewhatgreatexpectations · 4 years ago

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For The Lover That I Lost (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello! Welcome to part 9, inspired by Sam Smith’s “For the Lover That I Lost”. This now takes place post-civil war.

Summary: Y/n and Wanda are finally able to talk. Will the talk end in love or tragedy?

“All of the memories feel like magic, all of the fighting seemed so sweet. All that we were, my love, was tragic and you're the last thing that I need.”

“Do you think we could have that talk now?”

For a moment you just stared at the clouds floating past the small window you were seated by and let the question hang in the air. She had given you space for a few hours, but you knew this moment was bound to come.

The problem was that your healing was precarious, you knew that, and you didn’t know if it could withstand a conversation that was sure to open the wounds you had spent months patching up.

“Y/n?” Wanda called, cautiously placed a hand on your shoulder.

With a deep breath you turned your body to face her. “I thought about it, and I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Wanda.” You answered honestly.

Her brow furrowed slightly, “I understand your hesitation, but-“

“Look, Wanda, allow me to save you the trouble.” You began steadily, “You’re sorry for how everything happened. I accept your apology. You don’t want to lose me from your life. Give me some time and then we’ll work on rebuilding the friendship. Did I get everything?”

She stared at you, her eyes troubled. “Well, not exactly, I was trying to-“

Once again, you interrupted her. “And I won’t stand between you and Vision.” You added with a snap, as if you had just remembered something important.

“Will you stop interrupting me?” Wanda exclaimed, shocking you into silence. “Sorry, I just-… I forgot how stubborn you can be.” She rubbed her arm in embarrassment.

You stared at her silently, granting her wish of no interruptions. Waiting for her to get to her point, that you still weren’t sure you wanted to hear.

As you observed her, you noticed the way she nervously spun the ring she was wearing on her finger while she seemed to ponder where to begin. “Have you always done that?” you gestured to her hands, unable to stop yourself from asking.

Her eyebrows raised at your question, obviously not expecting it. “I…” she thought about it for a moment, then ducked her head slightly. “I guess it was something that I picked up from you. For so long, your nerves were intertwined with my own that it just became a habit from watching you, I guess.” She mumbled.

You bit your lip and nodded but said nothing, taking note of how her eyes closely observed the action. You gestured for her to go on.

Wanda took a deep, steadying breath, making sure she maintained eye contact with you. “First, I am no longer with Vision. I haven’t been for months.” Your eyebrows raised curiously. “You were right though, part of what I wanted to talk about was how sorry I am. Y/n, I am, so, so, sorry. You deserved so much more than what I gave you. I don’t expect you to forgive me because I certainly don’t forgive myself.” The sincerity in her voice took you by surprise.

The glassy look in her eyes and prominence of her accent were tell-tale signs of how upset she was. It was information you wished you didn’t know anymore. You dropped your gaze to your lap, it was easier this way.

“There is no excuse-“ she continued until a quiet knock on the wall made her stop. You both looked over to see a sheepish looking Steve Rogers standing a few feet away.

“Sorry to interrupt. Again.” He coughed awkwardly. “I just wanted to let you know we’ve landed at our temporary hide-out. It’s that house up in the distance.” He gestured vaguely as the door to the quinjet opened to reveal an open field with an unsuspecting two-story house located in the center.

Under normal circumstances you would have thought it was a beautiful sight. The knowledge that you were all there on the run, tarnished that though. You let out a quiet breath. “It’s beautiful. Where exactly are we?”

“Spain. A very rural area at that.” He replied easily.

Despite the view, Wanda couldn’t take her eyes off you. She needed to talk to you uninterrupted and it seemed as though the universe was actively trying to prevent that from happening. All she could do was hope that this wasn’t an omen. That she still had a chance.

“How long will we be here?” Wanda questioned, finally tearing her eyes away from you.

At the question, Steve shifted in discomfort. “A few days... if that. When Natasha arrives, it’ll be best if we split into small groups at most. We’re wanted fugitives now.”

“Natasha?” you asked with a tilt of your head, distinctly remembering her on Tony’s side.

Steve nodded. “She helped me and Bucky get out. She’s wanted now too.”

Both you and Wanda shared a look of surprise, Wanda speaking up before you could say anything. “Thank you for the update, Steve. We’ll meet the rest of you inside.”

With a knowing nod, Steve took the hint and turned to catch up with Sam who had already began walking ahead. “Guess we better head out.” you mumbled.

“Can we take a walk before we go in? I’d really like to finish our conversation.” Wanda requested hesitantly, her eyes pleading.

With another steadying breath, you nodded. She seemed determined and obviously wasn’t going to let this go. “Okay, Wanda.” You stood up and walked with her out of the quinjet, veering to a small path that was on the side of the house rather than going inside.

After walking a decent amount, Wanda stopped and took your hand, effectively stopping you as well. You looked at her expectantly. She decided she couldn’t handle another interruption and decided to just be bold. “You’re the love of my life.”

Her words were so unexpected that you just stared at her for a moment, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to process. “I’m sorry, what?” you eventually choked out.

“You are the love of my life.” She repeated with three light squeezes to your hand. “Pushing you away – not fighting for you – was the biggest mistake of my life. A mistake I never plan on making again. I was confused and thought that my powers were tied to my heart. I was wrong. The only person that has ever held my heart and will ever hold my heart is you. I want to grow old with you. I want you for the rest of my life.” Her words were passionate and desperate as she tried to express the true contents of her heart, hoping you’d believe her.

Disbelief was the only thing you could feel as you watched her shimmering eyes remain on yours. Shortly following the break-up you had dreamed of a moment like this. Not anymore though. You couldn’t. You had spent months learning to live without her. The risk of allowing her back into your heart came at much too high a cost. You wouldn’t recover a second time. “I-I learned to live without you, Wanda. I can’t risk it with you again. I’ve played before and lost.” You answered, finally pulling your hand out of her grasp.

“Do you still love me?” she asked in a pleading tone, ignoring your words. She took your hands back in hers, you noticed that they were shaking ever so slightly. “Tell me you still love me. Please.”

You swallowed thickly and met her eyes, “I don’t love you anymore.” You said weakly, so weakly that you didn’t even believe it yourself.

Wanda shook her head, clearly on the verge of tears. “I don’t believe you. I know you still love me. A love like ours doesn’t just go away. I love you, Y/n. Let me show you.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she took your face in her hands and connected your lips passionately.

Wanda sighed contently at the contact she had been missing, the way you both fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. The rush of electricity was a feeling she longed for. Getting swept up in the moment, you returned her kiss temporarily before the shock wore off and the hurt settled once again.

Pushing at her shoulders you quickly stepped back. “You can’t just kiss me and expect everything to go away, Wanda.” You shouted at her. “I think I should go.” You mumbled turning to leave.

Watching you walk away again was a nightmare vision to Wanda and she would be damned if she gave up so easily again. She ran and stopped so she was directly in your path, preventing you from going any further. “Y/n, please, I can’t imagine my life without you” The tears she had been holding back bubbled over the surface and fell down her cheeks. You fought the urge to brush them away.

“You know, I used to think of you as the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with too. As somebody who would never hurt me. Ever.” Wanda listened to you quietly as tears flowed more steadily down her cheeks. “Now all I see when I look at you is that last moment on the roof. Of you with him. It doesn’t matter what you say, or what you do… it’s too late.”

A sob escaped Wanda’s lips as she briefly covered her face with her hands. “Y/n, please… This can’t be it.”

“It is though.” Blinking back tears, you moved to step around her.

“Y-you’re a coward!” She cried after you, at your retreating figure. The pain clear in her voice.

Anger quickly replaced the anguish at her words. You spun around to face her, her jaw clenched. You couldn’t believe her. “I’m the coward? No, Wanda, you are!” you shouted back.

The woman in question ran a hand through her hair, tears falling even faster. She seemed at a loss. “You’re the one that chose to run instead of staying and fighting!”

Her words made something in you crack, she had no right to be angry. To pin the demise of what you both once were on you. “How is that fair?” you snapped at her. “I was supposed to stay and fight for someone who had very clearly decided they didn’t want me anymore? You don’t get to pardon yourself. The ashes of our relationship are on you and you alone.” You gritted out bitterly.

For a moment she just stared at you, her chest heaving as she clutched at her chest. Almost as though your words physically impacted her. “I…I’m sorry.” she took a deep breath and recollected herself. She reached out to you, you stepped back. Her face contorted in pain at the knowledge that you didn’t want her anymore.

“I know I don’t deserve it and you have no reason give it to me, but please, give us a second chance. Let me prove to you I mean what I say, to prove that you… you are everything. There will never be anyone else. I love you.” her eyes met yours pleadingly, slowly breaking before your very eyes.

You took your own deep breath and braced yourself for the words you were about to say. “Wanda, we don’t stand a chance. It’s sad, but it’s true. We’re bound to end in tragedy.” You said quietly, staring off in the distance because you weren’t sure you could handle watching her reaction. “It’s time to move on.”

Like a magnet though, your eyes found hers either way.

Broken. That’s the only word that came to mind when you saw her expression. Broken sobs left her lips. Her eyes glistened as they desperately searched yours for something, something that you had blocked off long ago. “You don’t mean that.” She whispered, her lips trembling along with her words.

You shut your eyes for a moment and prepared yourself to close the door on what you both had. “Goodbye, Wanda.” You whispered as you walked off without looking back.

If you did, you would have seen the way she fell to her knees. The knowledge that she had no one to blame for her own broken heart but herself bringing her to her knees. She buried her face in her hands as sobs wracked through her body. Longing for the comfort of your arms.

Silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you listened to the sound of her cries in the distance, but you knew it was for the best... At least you hoped it was.

That night Steve announced that it would be in everyone’s best interest to split up for the time being as he handed out older phones to everyone so each of you could be contacted and check in. After his announcement everyone retreated to their room. You quietly let Steve know where you planned on going and told no one else.

As you discreetly prepared to leave the following morning, you found a dozen flowers at your door, half purple violets and half white dittanies. The memory of the last time you saw these flowers filled your mind bittersweetly. A memory that no longer felt like it belonged to you.

When Wanda awoke, she was disappointed to find the flowers she had gifted you back at her door and the room you were staying in empty. Even if her heart ached, she knew that she couldn’t give up. She’d try and try again because your love was worth fighting for and she wouldn’t let you go again. She was determined to spend the rest of her life trying to win you back if she had to. There was no other path for her.

And there we have chapter 9! Angst, angst, angst. I got a little carried away lol. Only 3 more to go, where do you think the reader and Wanda will go from here? As always, hope you all enjoyed and thoughts and comments always welcome.

P.s. did anyone catch a hint of a different Sam Smith song in there? It may be a hint for the next chapter, it may not be. Still deciding.

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adelindschade · 4 years ago

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Moroha doesn’t recognize her dad when he’s human.

Edit: I got hit the angst train. And some fluff. (lots of it)

“No, you’re not!”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not!!”

“Yes, I am.”

Kagome fought a smile as she watched their daughter expressed her frustration. The toddler was adamant; pointing a tiny, accusatory finger towards her father. Her (temporarily) human father.

Inuyasha merely grinned in the face of the girl’s intense interrogation.

“Nuh-huh! You are not!” She shrilled. Had he been armed with his usual acute hearing, maybe he’d wince, but he was not moved in slightest.

He leaned against the wood of their hut comfortably, as he usually did when the day receded and a calm night resumed. His wrist rested on his bent knee, just within reach of their daughter to tugged on his sleeve with as much ferocity a child she as she could muster.

“Moroha,” Kagome intervened. Her tone was soft but reprimanding. A sigh followed – knowing all too well the girl was as stubborn as they could get. Kagome was no more to blame for that trait than Inuyasha either.

Their daughter hadn’t yet grown accustomed to his change. They happened so few in between cycles that she often missed his transformation altogether. She’d sleep soundly while Inuyasha would anxiously guard their home, knowing all too well of the heightened risk, but assured slightly by a confident Kagome that she, too, was capable of defending their abode.

Moroha would not sleep that night. She was met with a stranger in her father’s favorite place. He wore her father’s robe. He even had the audacity to lay a casual hand on her mother – a certain move that would condemn him to the underworld should her father catch him.

“Yes, I am,” Inuyasha repeated, humored by her display.

“You’re not my father!”

“Of course, I am,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re not! You’re different!”

Inuyasha snorted. “Hey kid, look at a mirror. So are you,” he redirected with a straight finger. He was aiming at the mirror besides Kagome.

Moroha was so focused on the imposter that she heeded little attention to the fact her hair had changed, too. She bore the same shade of gold as he did; the striking white strands of hair highlighting the small sliver of demon than run through her veins; and her baby fangs that Kagome cooed over were on full display.

“You smell different!”

“I can barely smell you at all,” he made a motion to sniff. She scrunched her nose and crossed her arms.

“You don’t have ears!” She pointed to his head.

He scoffed. “Yes, I do. See?” He lifted his hair ever so slightly.

“Those are mommy’s ears!”

“You got some of your own,” Inuyasha encouraged. He reached out to gently pinch her own ears – the ones he usually bore – and grinned when awe overwhelmed her face. Her small hands replaced his – feeling the fur of her newfound ears and gasping upon the discovery.

“Mommy! I have ears!”

“Yes, you do,” Kagome coddled. She swaddled up her daughter and nuzzled into her cheek. “You look just like your dad.”

It always endeared her. She swore Moroha was her father’s daughter despite the lack of apparent coloring. Yet, as she glanced at her husband, she knew immediately that Moroha was a mere reflection of her father. As a human, the similarities were uncanny. How she didn’t pin it sooner was beyond her.

“For now,” Inuyasha corrected. He nodded curtly. “Wait until daybreak. You’ll look normal again.”

Normal. He used the word so often to describe her. He was projecting his wish for her to be accepted into society. Sure, she was, within the village limits – but beyond that? He wasn’t naïve to think her oddities wouldn’t be noticed by keener senses. Humans would take heed of her aura, her pointed teeth, and wild streak. Demons could smell her a mile away.

One look was all it would take to confirm she was his and, despite the anxieties that came with raising her, he was elated to know no harm could come to Moroha. Not with him and Kagome around to ensure she’d grow up safe and strong and, most importantly, loved.

“I don’t want normal. I want big ears.”

Inuyasha sighed. She would say that now and cry her heart out when her beloved ears disappeared at daybreak, but as she’d grow older, she’d appreciate the subtlety of her demon heritage. Inuyasha couldn’t deny his. He couldn’t forget the torment that came with being alienated for his unusual eyes, his dog-like ears, and claws.

Kagome could coo over her baby fangs – and Inuyasha would be content to know his daughter was adored for just the way she is, beloved by a woman who had more heart to give than anyone he’d ever known – but Inuyasha also knew beyond the barrier of the village was a cruel world ready to admonish her for those very same features.

“What about the ones your mom makes you?” Inuyasha teased.

This was not the first nor the last time she’d be upset over her lack of ears. Kagome resolved her plight by fashioning a large bow to tie back her hair – a bow that purposely resembled the same pointed arches that mimicked her father’s natural assets.

“These are real!”

“And I bet you can hear a lot with them, too,” Inuyasha grinned.

“Yeah!”

“Yet you can’t tell your old man’s voice apart from an imposter? Hmm,” he played along. He reclined his head back, closing his eyes in contentment. “You’re breaking my heart, Moroha.”

“Sometimes, just like you, your dad changes, too. He can’t be a demon all the time,” Kagome assured. “Let him be human for one night. It’s very exhausting chasing demons all day and then having to chase you, too,” she laughed along.

Moroha scampered onto his lap, unafraid of his embrace – all too accustomed to his protectiveness when he carried her around in similar fashion. She peeked up, still bewildered by his new look. She tugged on his hair, palmed his cheek, and giggled brightly when he bent his face to nuzzle into the crown of her head.

“Are you still sure I’m not your dad?”

“Yeah,” she squealed. He found her weak spot – tickling her sides mercilessly.

“If you rile her up, you’re putting her to sleep yourself,” Kagome warned quietly. Yet, she couldn’t help but glow; she was always put at ease whenever she saw how affectionate he was with her – how gentle he was, too.

“Understood,” Inuyasha beamed.

“I think tonight is the only night you may actually be stronger than me,” he humored. His hands combed through her hair, puzzled by how odd it seemed in contrast to the darker strands he so often saw.

“Wait until she’s older,” Kagome relished. “Try to keep up with her then!”

“Let’s not think about her growing up so fast,” Inuyasha frowned, “let alone running out on your old man,” he added with warmth when the girl looked up with big eyes. “Promise me that, will you? You won’t grow up? That you won’t disappear on me in a blink of the eye?”

“Yeah!”

“I’ll hold you to it,” Inuyasha smiled. Moroha raised her small palm and compared it to his. “And promise me you’ll keep these sharp things to yourself, okay? I don’t want anyone losing an eye anytime soon.” He tapped her claws one-by-one.

“No!” She giggled.

“A real killer, aren’t you? A feral child, huh? Who’s raising you??”

“You!”

“Me? Nah. But I think your dad will be here tomorrow and he’ll set you straight! I don’t have claws or teeth or anything like you but your dad? He can be really scary.”

“No!”

“No? He’s not scary? Well, aren’t you fearless?”

“Let’s not forget she has a mother, too,” Kagome harrumphed. “I’m not raising a feral child. I’m raising a girl with rules! Like bedtime!”

“No!”

Inuyasha laughed. “We have a rebel!”

“Rebels have rules, too, and you, sweetheart, have a really big one to follow.”

“No!”

“How about you sleep and when you wake up, you can your dad all about the stranger who slept over? How about that?”

“Mm.” She mocked deliberation and then flashed a smile. “Okay!”

“Alright, then,” Kagome decided. She plucked Moroha from her post on Inuyasha’s lap. She had a mat already prepared. “Would you like another story or are you all tuckered out from pestering your dad with questions?”

“Story!!”

“Alright then,” Inuyasha began. His hand hovered over her head, only to pat her crown, and tap her nose. “It’s your mom’s turn to tell a story.”

“What about the one with the butterfly?”

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #moroha #hanyo no yashahime #yashahime #hny #bb moroha #human inuyasha

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likelightningafterthethunder · 3 years ago

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Like Lightning After the Thunder: Chapter Two: Reprieve

Fic Summary:

His breath wavered as he stared into Katsuki’s eyes. He knew he could get out if he tried. He could knock Katsuki out, hope that no one else would find them, and run back into the shadows where he belonged. Katsuki may have had him pinned down but he was in Denki’s range now and it would take little effort to send a charge through Katsuki to paralyze him temporarily.

It would take barely any additional effort to kill Katsuki.

As the sparks began to charge, lighting up the air around him, Katsuki refused to back down.

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Katsuki always knew he was destined for great things.

He didn’t think he’d have to turn his back on all he’s ever known to get there.

Rating: T

Warnings: Eventual major character death, implied/referenced child abuse, psychological trauma

Other Tags: Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, slow burn, alternate universe - canon divergence

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Katsuki wasn’t surprised to see one of his former classmates’ face on the news report with the tagline “found dead after hero-villain fight.”

The reporter gave a rundown of the fight that had happened a few days earlier on the other side of the city, between a small gang of villains and Ochako. The villains themselves weren’t very high ranking― potential to be B-rank if they were more organized as a group, but C-rank individually― but they had managed to cause a decent amount of damage before Ochako had arrived on the scene. The news replayed the footage taken live from the battle, showing Ochako using her quirk on larger pieces of rumble to assist the lower ranked heroes in the area with evacuation as she charged forward towards the villain group herself.

The footage wasn’t ideal. It was grainy from trying to capture the scene just outside of the limits of its scope and if it weren’t for the pink of Ochako’s hero costume, Katsuki was certain the camera person would not have been able to keep the camera centered on her. The footage continued until Ochako grabbed one of the villains, freezing seconds after the villain began to float. A red circle appeared around the villain’s face along with a mugshot before cutting back to the reporter.

In the aftermath of the fight, that one villain was never found.

Ochako had been frantic when they had met up after, her gaze thousands of miles in the distance every time Katsuki looked. She denied anything being on her mind despite it being so blatantly obvious that something was, but Katsuki chose not to question it. After all, if she had wanted to talk about it, she wouldn’t have asked to meet him.

The report continued to explain the search procedures that had taken place over the past few days before describing a call on the tip hotline that ultimately resulted in the discovery of the villain’s body. While they didn’t show a photo of the body, Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder just how bad it was for the report to completely skip over the cause of death.

In the end, Katsuki supposed it didn’t matter what caused the villain’s death. Ochako was certain to end up finding a way to blame herself, for not paying better attention during the fight, for not trying hard enough to find the villain after, for being the last person who saw the villain alive.

Even if she didn’t, there were parts of society that would make sure she would never forget.

Cheeky: can you meet up with me today?

Katsuki: Takeshi’s?

Cheeky: yeah

Cheeky: drinks/dinner on me after if you want

Katsuki: I’ll be there at five. Don’t be late.

Cheeky: got it!

Cheeky: hey wait why are YOU telling ME not to be late when I’M the one who asked YOU to meet me

Katsuki: You know why.

Cheeky: it was ONE TIME KATSUKI ONE TIME

Katsuki was at Takeshi’s gym a quarter before five, reserving their usual space and changing into workout attire before sending Ochako a text to let her know he was already inside. He started his stretches, looking up only when he saw a pair of pink sneakers approach the ring.

“You’re late,” Katsuki said, continuing his stretches.

“By five minutes!” Ochako dumped her water and towel on the bench next to Katsuki’s, quickly joining him in the stretches. “I was outside before five, waiting for you!”

“I sent you a text saying I was inside.”

“Yeah, like two minutes before five!” She huffed. “I was totally on time.”

“Whatever. Hurry the fuck up.”

They continued preparing in silence, speaking again only to confirm that the other was ready to start. This time, only a couple of the guests flinched when Katsuki charged forward at Ochako yelling out “die!”

After the fifth time a hit landed that Ochako would have normally been able to block with ease, Katsuki stood down. Her form had been lacking for the better part of the past hour, and there were a few times that her blows hadn’t hit with the full force Katsuki was familiar with. She didn’t even react to Katsuki’s change in form until Katsuki had walked over to the bench for his water.

“Wh― hey! What gives?” She frowned but joined him for a water break when he didn’t return to the ring right away.

“Don’t insult me,” Katsuki rolled his eyes at the shock on her face, “You’re distracted. What kind of fucking spar is worth the time when your opponent isn’t giving their all?”

“I’m focused on the spar! I’m totally and completely here! I wasn’t insulting you but I am now, you’re just saying that because of your enormous ego,”

Katsuki paused, looking at her directly in her eyes. She didn’t flinch.

But the longer he held his gaze, the more Katsuki could tell that she was holding back.

“First,” He began, “Don’t be cheeky with me―”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be so cheeky with you if you didn’t call me cheeky all the time!”

Katsuki held back an amused smile.

“Second,” He continued, “I hit you five different times in ways that you should have been able to block with your eyes closed.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment, because what I’m hearing is that you think I could fight you with my eyes closed.”

“Insult. You didn’t fucking block the hits, dumbass.”

Ochako huffed, crossing her arms. “Whatever. I’m going to focus on the compliment part of it.”

“Third, you didn’t even notice I walked away until after I reached the bench.”

“I― I was expecting you to come back! That it was some sort of trick to get me to lower my guard or something!”

“And fourth, you speak faster when you lie.” He let Ochako stammer for a while in response, continuing when her shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh. “You sure this is the break you need? I don’t mind wiping the fucking floor with you if that’s what you want but you better respect my time back and fucking fight me with your all,” He shifted his weight a bit before adding hesitantly, “I can try to listen if you want to talk instead but that’s not really my thing,”

Ochako didn’t answer immediately, instead taking a drink of her water. Katsuki waited as patiently as he could, although he did offer her a glare to try to speed up her thought process.

She put her water back down and hit her knuckles together, briefly reminding Katsuki of Eijirou. “Okay! One more round. I need to redeem myself before we leave for drinks,”

Katsuki grinned, shoving her lightly with his shoulder as he walked back towards the ring. “Whatever you say, Cheeky. You’re still going to fucking lose.”

“I’ll make you eat your words, Katsuki!”

She did not, but not for lack of trying. Ochako actually paid full attention to the spar after the interruption and while Katsuki still had the upper hand on brute strength, she was nimbler and lighter on her feet. Katsuki was fairly certain that had the shift manager not interrupted to tell them that their time was up that Ochako was only a handful of moves away from finding some “barely legal in a spar between friends but completely legal in a rules free battle against a villain” opening and winning the round. While technically neither of them had won, he did agree—after some teasing and pestering— to counting it as her point in their ongoing scoreboard, adding, “But if you want me to count it as eating my words, you’ll have to fucking try again.”

Ochako seemed to be in a brighter mood when they met up again post-changing in front of Takeshi’s. She bumped shoulders with Katsuki as he approached and began chattering about work and her day as they made their way over to the restaurant they usually ate at after sparring sessions. He didn’t offer much other than the occasional “yeah” and swear when her story necessitated it, but she didn’t seem to mind. She spared him from talking until after they were already seated and ordered their food and drinks.

“Oh yeah! I heard from Tenya that you finally sent in your response to the reunion! Do you know when you’re heading down to Musutafu yet? We should get on the same train so that the ride isn’t as boring— well, kinda, since you’ll probably not be talking,”

“Shut the fuck up, I can talk when I want to,” Katsuki scowled, rolling his eyes when all it resulted in was a laugh from Ochako. “I haven’t looked at the train schedule yet. The Shitty Four Eyes approved for both the 28th and 29th off though.”

“Nice! Well, when you figure out when you want to head down, let me know and I’ll be your Anti-Explosion Time buddy for the ride down,”

“Oh fuck off.”

Ochako laughed again. Katsuki hoped this would be the extent of the reunion talk but she continued, “It’ll be great to see the entire class again, don’t you think?”

“You make it sound like we never fucking see anyone. I literally saw you a few fucking days ago and you spend half your weekends with Frog Face or Four Eyes or the fucking Nerd or whoever the fuck,” Katsuki pointed out. “We see basically everyone at the Billboards too,”

“Don’t be such a bore, Katsuki. Reunions are different from the Billboards. We don’t have to deal with those ‘damn extras’ at the reunion,” She put on her best Katsuki impression at “damn extras,” extending her palms outwards and adding a playful “Boom! Pow!”

“I don’t fucking sound like that.”

“Yes you do. I’m the great Katsuki Bakugou! Die you fucking piece of shit! Boom! Bam! You fucking extra! Bow before the king! Boomboom!”

Katsuki let the faintest hint of a smile slip. “I have never said ‘bow before the king,’”

“Oh come on Katsuki, you tried to name yourself King Explosion Murder, don’t deny it. Even if you’ve never said it, you’ve definitely thought about it.”

He scowled, muttering a “fuck off”, refusing to acknowledge that yes, yes he had thought about saying it once or twice.

“So you admit that I’m right!”

“Fuck off, I said no such fucking thing.”

“You didn’t say ‘no’ either though.”

“I’m demoting you to a fucking extra, you shitty fucking extra.”

Katsuki was given a brief break from any potential cheeky response from Ochako when the server stepped in with their drinks. They raised their glasses, a silent toast to making it another day alive, to making it as far as they had come, to their friendship.

To the silent understanding that there were some struggles that were best left unshared.

He didn’t press further about whatever it was that was stressing her out, even if he had a strong feeling about what caused it. She didn’t comment on the circles under his eyes or how his mind seemed to wander after she brought up certain high school memories. They talked, ignoring their stressors, and for a while, they could pretend everything was fine.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #Kaminari Denki #bakukami #kamibaku #katsuki bakugou #denki kaminari #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #story #from the creator

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Mirepoix [1/?]

Pairing: SasuSaku Rating: M (for future sexual content) Day’s Notes: hey guys! I was originally going to wait until I wrote at least 4 or 5 chapters of this work before I posted it anywhere but I decided to give y’all a peek at it. It’s another Real Life AU and I hope you guys enjoy a bit of Chefsuke Disclaimer

you can all thank @kirakurapon who motivated me to finally turn this idea into an actual fic and not just a bunch of headcanons

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Chapter One: “Real Food”

This was his happy place. The heat of the stove top. The smells of sauces as they simmered. The sound of knives hitting their cutting boards. The sound of Tsunade shouting at one of the station chefs.

Again.

Sasuke did what he always did when Tsunade Kato was shouting. He ignored it.

He didn’t have time to worry about what was stressing her out. She had fired the head chef which gave him even more to be responsible for. About now he would be checking on the pantry and discussing the tasks the swing cook was required of that day.

But apparently the swing cook had other things to do.

Sasuke opened the door to the walk-in and glared at Ino Yamanaka. She was curled inward to keep warm as she whispered into her cell phone. She shrieked when she realized who was staring her down with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Has the delivery come in today?”

“Delivery?”

“Yes, Yamanaka. We were expecting a shipment today from Sabaku’s farm. Since you’re in the pantry I’m going to assume that you received the order.”

“Lighten up, dude.” Sasuke grit his teeth at the sound of Naruto’s nasally voice. “Gaara just pulled up around back.”

“Inuzuka and Uzumaki!” Sasuke called out to the busboys that were making puppy eyes at the commis pâtissier in the hopes of being fed. “To the truck.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes at their grumbling. He was sure that they were close to cracking the little resolve the Hyūga girl had and he had interfered. In a moment the pâtissier would be checking in on her and they wouldn’t get another opportunity until dinner service had ended.

“You’ll be the garde manger tonight, Yamanaka.”

“Pantry chef, right, got it.” The blonde girl nodded her head enthusiastically. As she walked past him she muttered, “English dude, speak it.”

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes again, Sasuke began taking inventory of the meats and the daily catch. Tsunade boasted always fresh and it helped that her farm-to-table restaurant happened to only be a fifteen minute drive through city traffic from the waterfront fish market.

Everything seemed to be in order so he went in search of the head waiter to inform him of the change to the plat de jour.

In the narrow hall between the kitchen and the bar among the hooks on the wall was a suit bag.

That’s not supposed to be here…

Sasuke turned over the slip of paper pinned to the suit bag. HARUNO was the only thing on it.

Frowning, Sasuke headed to the bar where he could see Kakashi’s silver hair poking out from behind an orange book.

“Any idea why there’s a suit bag on my smock hooks?”

“No clue.”

“Really?” Sasuke cocked an eyebrow up. Kakashi just shrugged.

“New staff for front of house.” The head waiter, Neji, swung up the counter to get behind the bar. “Don’t scare this one away too.”

Wait staff. Sasuke’s brows furrowed and he scoffed. It wasn’t his fault that the waitress had been completely incompetent. She should have counted herself lucky he didn’t know her name. With the exception of Tsunade, Neji, and Kakashi he only knew the names of the employees he yelled at.

The one incident shouldn’t have been enough to have her running away. He didn’t even open his mouth! All he did was glare at her when she knocked over the order she was supposed to be picking up.

“Service is in an hour so let’s get the meeting out of the way.”

“Where’s Tsunade?”

“Either yelling at the kitchen porter or the boucher.”

“It was most likely Lee,” Neji sighed.

“Are you saying that because you have a thing for the butcher or…?” Kakashi trailed off at the look Neji gave him.

“Either way here are the specials for today. We have added a new grill option that’s also available at the bar. I’m sure you noticed when you were stuffing the menu folders.”

Neji nodded barely looking up from the menu. He was trying to memorize the changes and specials for the night. He wasn’t one to need to consult a menu throughout dinner service.

“And please refrain from acting like a complete snob tonight with the guests.”

“She wanted a red with her halibut!”

“Kakashi?” Sasuke ignored Neji’s outburst and stared pointedly at the bartender.

“I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Despite his aloof appearance, Kakashi was someone Sasuke could trust. He was the person that introduced him to Wisteria Place after he was brought back home from Paris by his cousin Obito. He stood behind him and offered him a place to stay when he was temporarily disowned for pursuing a culinary career.

After meeting with front of house staff, Sasuke returned to his kitchen where hopefully no one had burned anything down. He should have more faith in his fellow kitchen staff members, but sadly he did not.

He would have more faith in Yamanaka as his swing cook if she wasn’t constantly being distracted by something. Distraction usually came in the form of her boyfriend, the other bartender, but today that job belonged to her cellular device.

“You better be on your way Forehead! Neji hates tardiness more than he hates haircuts.”

Sasuke almost snorted at the comment but he was more frustrated with her than amused.

“What does ‘almost here’ mean? Hello? Are you there? Sakura!”

“Yamanaka what’s the rule in my kitchen?” Sasuke swiped the cell phone from her hand.

“No! Chef Uchiha, I need to have this call right now.”

“Yamanaka’s friend? Yeah, she’ll call you back when it’s her break time if she gets a break tonight—”

“You wouldn’t! No!” Ino wailed when she saw his expression as he continued to talk into her phone as he made his way to the back door to check on the handling of the produce delivery.

“I am confiscating her phone. Don’t attempt to call back.”

“Watch out!”

Sasuke blinked when he heard the warning through the phone and it’s echo from the back alley. It was the last thing he heard before he was tackled, someone’s very pink head ramming straight into his sternum.

. .

She didn’t mean to be running late but the trains were always unpredictably delayed. She had adjusted her schedule for the rush hour but not for the trains to be running on a single track.

Instead of transferring lines like she was supposed to, Sakura decided she was better off heading to Wisteria Place on foot. Or by roller skate.

Rolling down the sidewalk, she hoped she would make it in time. Normally it would have been faster to take the train but the transfer was delayed by over an hour.

Dodging pedestrians and beating the blinking walking sign was no problem. Usually when she was speeding in her skates she was also trying to dodge the hits of opposing blockers as she tried to score points.

It just didn’t help when Ino was blowing up her phone with her calls.

“I’m almost there. I just had to switch to my skates.”

“What does ‘almost here’ mean?” Sakura grunted as she hopped onto a curb. “Hello? Are you there? Sakura?”

“Yeah, Ino—“

“No! Chef Uchiha, I need to have this call right now.”

“Yamanaka’s friend?” A smooth baritone replaced Ino’s haughty soprano. “Yeah, she’ll call you back when it’s her break time if she gets a break tonight—”

Ino wailed in the background of the other end.

“I am confiscating her phone.”

Sakura rounded the corner and dodged a parked truck she hadn’t expected. She didn’t hear what else was said as she spun around a gangly blonde young man.

“Watch out!” She shouted too late as she spotted a tall man all in black come out of the door she was hoping had been the back door to Wisteria Place.

Sakura was used to taking hits in roller derby but the body she slammed into was hard and the impact was like hitting a wall.

Her face slammed into a chest and her hands clawed, trying to grab onto something so she wouldn’t head face first onto the floor. They found purchase gripping onto muscular triceps and the hands of the owner found their way around her body to her back. Together they found her balance and steadied her.

Grateful, Sakura beamed upward and prepared to thank the man that caught her. She was met with a set of livid smokey gray eyes.

“What are you doing in my kitchen?”

“Wha—? Your kitchen? Doesn’t Tsunade Kato own this restaurant?”

“Ms. Kato’s restaurant but my kitchen,” the tall man fumed. “Skates aren’t allowed in my kitchen and neither are random strangers.”

Sakura’s face flushed red and her cheeks puffed out. It wouldn’t do to get into a fight on her first day at work but he was pushing all the wrong buttons.

“Haruno!” Tsunade stormed into the kitchen. “About time you got here.”

“Hello Ms. Tsunade!” Sakura straightened up and gave Tsunade all of her attention. “Sorry I’m late, it won’t happen—”

“Enough rambling!” Tsunade barked. “Neji is in the wings waiting to give you further instructions. Don’t keep him waiting any longer. Uchiha, you need to be getting ready for service not bothering my wait staff.”

Tsunade turned to lead her down a hallway. Sakura skated backwards sticking her tongue out at the chef and only turning back around after seeing his jaw slightly drop at her immature behavior.

. .

He waited for her to screw up.

Sasuke wasn’t expecting much out of the short girl with the rose gold hair.

He could admit that she cleaned up nicely after she changed out of her torn up jeans and raglan crop top into the white button down shirt, black dress pants, black vest and red tie uniform required of the wait staff. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail showing off a proud high forehead.

And she must have impressed Neji because she was put right to work. Neji only supervised her directly for the first table.

She was always the fastest to retrieve her orders. It was if she knew exactly how long something would take to prepare and timed the kitchen right after she dropped her tickets. Sasuke searched for a watch on one of her wrists but didn’t find one. Either it was coincidence or she was able to calculate the time in her head.

“Pretty!” He heard her squeal when Yamanaka placed a salad with julienned vegetables on the serving counter.

He rolled his eyes at how smug Yamanaka looked when she returned to making the various ribbons necessary for their ribbon salad. It wasn’t even the most complex dish he ever had her prepare.

But there was a sort of power that compliments gave. When he was younger and worked on desserts he hated, it always made his chest blossom with warmth when he saw his mother and brother’s faces full of joy when they took their first bites.

It was probably the same for Yamanaka, to hear from her friend how well of a job she did.

And Yamanaka typically excelled in everything she did in the kitchen. She was the only person he had ever accepted as his commis. As the swing cook he trusted her at whatever station he placed her in.

If she were quieter he would probably be on friendlier terms with her instead of being the coworker that was constantly snapping at her.

“Thank you,” the pink haired skater told him like she did every single time he handed her a plate. She had been quite amicable despite how they had met earlier.

He refused to admit that her shy smile when their eyes met, was charming. Refused to admit that by the end of service he was a little impressed with how well she handled herself.

“Haruno’s good with guests,” he heard Neji comment as he turned in his review to Tsunade. He added, “It also helps that she’s pretty.”

“That it does!” Tsunade barked out as she laughed. “Can you talk to Tenten and Lee? Her job is to debone fish, not to debone Lee. I can’t afford to find a new kitchen porter right now.”

Sasuke snorted. Not many people were able to deal with the hiring process and put up with both Tsunade and him. The kitchen porter was an odd one and took all criticism with the widest grin humanly possible. Sasuke was sure he was a masochist.

“Alright, I guess that’s all for tonight. Finish cleaning up and you’re good to go.” Tsunade stood and stretched. “Gonna see if Kakashi minds mixing me up a cocktail before heading out.”

It was time for Sasuke’s favorite time of the night. The staff would be wiping down their stations and then he would have the kitchen to himself. There was something therapeutic about taking nightly inventory in his quiet kitchen.

Sasuke sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. As much as he loved his job, he was ready to go home and take a hot shower for his sore muscles. Standing for hours every day was taking a toll on him.

Sighing again, he unbuttoned his smock as he shuffled his feet toward the locker room. He was always the last one to leave besides Kakashi and Tsunade who would toss back a couple of drinks before heading home.

So to say he was shocked to see the new waitress huddled in a corner would be an understatement. But nothing shocked him more than what he saw her doing.

“What are you eating?”

“What?” She drew her can of sweet corn closer to her body, as if she were trying to shield it from him. “Not like I took this from your pantry.”

Sasuke scoffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Of course she hadn’t! Wisteria Place didn’t use any canned products. They even made their own mayonnaise.

“You’re not seriously eating corn straight out of a can?”

Sasuke had seen some disgusting eating habits. Inuzuka and Naruto were some of the worst offenders. And as much as he turned his nose up in disgust at instant ramen, at least Naruto has never stooped so low as to eat canned corn as though it were normal.

No. That wasn’t happening. Not at Wisteria Place. It was unacceptable.

“Hey!” The waitress whined when Sasuke snatched the can out of her hands. He threw the can into the trash can. “I was eating that!”

“Not anymore.”

“I paid for that! It was my last can you ass.” Her cheeks flushed a dark pink in anger. “What am I supposed to eat now?”

Sasuke rolled his eyes and shuffled back into the kitchen. He turned slightly and locked eyes with the pouting girl. He sighed and beckoned her to follow him with a nod of his head.

“Sit. And don’t talk.”

She hopped up onto one of the counters and he resisted the urge to snap at her for putting her bottom where they prepped food. He had already shouted his voice hoarse and no longer had the energy to talk.

He pulled out the cod he was saving for his lunch the next day and some mussels from the fridge. He brought them over to the stove top where he set a pan to bring some wine to a boil. He tossed in the mussels and shook the pan until the mussels opened up.

If it weren’t for the fact that he kept seeing her sitting there from the corner of his eye as he made his way around the kitchen to grab more ingredients he would have forgotten that she was there.

The only noise she made was one of distaste when he shook the cayenne pepper into the house-made mayonnaise. He stopped in his mixing and raised a brow at her. She clammed up, letting out one last giggle.

The waitress had leaned over to prop her elbows on her thighs, lips slightly parted as she watched him, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

He was sure the heat on his face was from the stove as he seared the cod not from feeling flustered from being watched so intensely.

He plated the cod and mussel aoli in the same manner he would beautifully plate a dish for dinner service. Just because she wasn’t a guest didn’t mean he would serve her anything less than perfect. He delicately garnished the cod with red bell pepper slices and handed it to her.

“Here. Real food.”

. .

Sakura was entranced. She knew through Ino and her own mother how much work went into cooking but never had she seen the task look so beautiful.

Chef Uchiha was art in motion. When he was quiet and at work it was hard to relate him to the same man that had yelled at her after she ran into him by the backdoor or simply grunted when communicating with the wait staff.

Sakura swallowed hard watching his forearm muscles flex when he shook his pan or whisked the contents in his bowl.

Nothing sexier than a man cooking, huh? A voice in the back of her mind whispered and her face warmed up.

Her eyes wandered from the way his snake tattoo coiled around his forearm to his broad shoulders and down to the way the seat of his pants fit on his rear.

Yeah...the cooking…

Sakura was so distracted by her thoughts that she was caught off guard when Chef Uchiha stood in front of her, a beautiful plate of seafood in his hands.

“Here. Real food.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Technically, sweet corn was real food.

“Thanks,” she muttered when their fingers touched when he slid the plate into her hands.

Sakura dug in and couldn’t help the moan she let out from the first bite. Despite the spice sitting on her tongue, the fish and mayonnaise was delicious.

And to think she had been satisfied with her can of corn only twenty minutes ago.

The feeling of being watched wouldn’t go away so she looked up, still chewing, and narrowed her eyes at Chef Uchiha. He had a smug smirk on his face.

Stop with the arm crossing already, she groaned inwardly. How did being a cook cause guns like those?

“You may have a point,” she grumbled. He only laughed through his nose and then moved away from her to clean up his station.

“Clean up when you’re done. I gotta cut the lights soon.”

Sakura ate as quickly as she could while still savoring the food. It had been a while since she had freshly cooked food. If she was lucky Ino would make her something when she was home in their apartment but usually Sakura was on her own.

“Come on.” Chef Uchiha was waiting for her in the hall when she was done changing. “Tsunade already went home so I gotta lock up.”

Out in the alley, Chef Uchiha had a Kawasaki waiting for him. Sakura had to take the train so that was where they parted.

“A Ninja huh?” Sakura whistled at his bike.

He simply raised an eyebrow at her as if he didn’t expect her to know anything about motorcycles.

“Well, g’night Chef Uchiha!”

Chef Uchiha snorted and put his helmet on.

“It’s just chef in the kitchen.” He paused for a moment before finally saying, “Good night Haruno.”

Sakura beamed at him. She was sure he hadn’t even bothered to learn her name at all.

“Good night Sasuke,” she altered her previous farewell and waved at him before heading home.

It was a good first day.

#wip week #wipweek #ss fanfiction #sasusaku #chefsuke

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IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF CALIFORNIA, ORANGE COUNTY Kailey Fens Plaintiff Address Sealed Case #: ______________ v. Pinterest 808 Brannan Street San Francisco, CA 94103. Defendant COMPLAINT PLAINTIFF, Kailey Fens, comes this day, November 3rd, 2017, pro se, and for the reasons and causes for his Complaint, states as follows: COUNT I: BREACH OF CONTRACT 1. Plaintiff, KF, created a Pinterest profile in 2014 near Christmas time. My Pinterest page was very popular and if I give myself a complaint enjoyable to view. I temporarily closed it in 2016 due to my grandfather passing and other things going on in my life. It was a rough patch that lasted about 4-6 weeks. 2. There is a two step process in deactivating your Pinterest profile. I only did one which was click the deactivation button on the site. There is or was suppose to be another deactivation button finalizing deactivation sent by email which I purposefully never clicked. I have an emotional attachment to those boards. . They changed settings so that clicking deactivate on the website automatically deactivates your Pinterest pages and starts the two week time limit to my knowledge of permanently deactivating the pinterest page. 3. I was not aware of the change till after the two week time period has passed I missed it by approximately two weeks if I’m not mistaken. I was notified my Pinterest was permanently deleted. 4. I did send a message to Pinterest letting them know I wanted my boards back and I was not aware of the settings change. At the time it crossed my mind to talk to the CEO or someone in management but I did not want to step on toes. But I would have been right in doing so because it would appear done purposefully and maliciously. to delete my boards. 5. At that point two weeks had surpassed the timeline. They probably still had my boards sitting in their face. A year has passed at this point and is probably more work but it is not my problem considering they had the opportunity to do the right thing a year ago when I requested it be done. 6. I hate to be boastful but it appears Pinterest may be jealous or have a personal interest in my boards closing. I have contacted them in recent days preceding this complaint giving them opportunity to once again recover my boards peacefully without courts or judges being involved but they refuse I will post all correspondence in this complaint. I will be adding monetary damages because while I agree now a year later it may be work to RECOVER MY boards, OVER 20 I will add here ,its till cheaper then going to court. And it appears deleting my board was done maliciously. And it’s a compliment I love the site. Its speaks of mean spirited and ill-intentioned people that this can’t be handled peacefully. Summary of Events and Relief follows, See Attached. Respectfully submitted, _____________________ Kailey Fens, Plaintiff Write a short and plain statement of the claim. Do not make legal arguments. State as briefly as possible the facts showing that each plaintiff is entitled to the damages or other relief sought. State how each defendant was involved and what each defendant did that caused the plaintiff harm or violate the plaintiff’s rights including the dates and places of that involvement or conduct. If more than one claim is asserted, number each claim and write a short and plain statement of each claim in a separate paragraph. Attach additional pages if needed. Note Only Pinterest Will have a COPY of the original message as it was sent through the website. I only have a copy of the response. I did inquire about the settings change and that I wanted my boards back but I got generic answers. Nevermind Found Both. 7/15/16

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Hi Keyonna, This is just a reminder that there's a response to your question. If it solved your problem, great! You can ignore this reminder and your ticket will solve in 24 hours. If it didn't, just respond to this message with any other helpful info. Here's a reminder of our response: Zendesk (Pinterest Help) Jul 14, 12:04 PDT Hi Keyonna, If you haven't seen this in our help center yet, learn how to deactivate or close your account here. If you can't get into your account to deactivate it, try resetting your password by going to https://pinterest.com/login/ and clicking Forgot your password?� Permanently closing your account means that you won't be able to get your Pins or boards back. While your public profile will be deactivated immediately, it will take 14 days for your account to be permanently closed. If you change your mind before the 14 days are up, log in with your email and password, and well send you a link to reactivate your account. To permanently close your account: - Log into Pinterest and go to your profile - Tap the Gear menu and select Account settings - Select Deactivate Account, then Permanently close my account These steps may differ slightly if you're using an Android or iOS device. If youre still having trouble, reply to this email and let us know. Thanks, The Pinterest Team

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So I did close my account but I never clicked the close account in my email I kind thought it would still be open is there anyway to reopen the account On Fri, Jun 17, 2016 at 12:35 AM, Pinterest <[email protected]> wrote: More info: You got this…

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Aaron (Pinterest Help) Oct 6, 03:20 PDT Hey Elle, Thanks for getting back in touch. After an account is deactivated it takes 14 days for the account to be permanently removed. After this time the account cannot be retrieved. I'm sorry if this is upsetting but please feel free to start a new Pinterest account at your own convenience. You may even be able to find some of your old Pins by searching for related characteristics. Let me know if you need any further help. Best, Aaron | Pinterest

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Aaron (Pinterest Help) Oct 5, 08:33 PDT Hey Elle, Thanks for getting in touch. Sorry for the trouble! I was unable to find any account linked to [email protected]. After an account is permanently deactivated it cannot be retrieved. I'm very sorry as I'm sure you put a lot of effort into making your account. Thanks for your understanding. Aaron | Pinterest

Elle ELLE Oct 4, 19:08 PDT I made it very clear what I AM requesting. I did not mince words. Pass this email along to your creator or whomever is in charge or reactivatin OLD accounts past the deadline. You have 7 days for an adequate response before I file a suit. This is EASY. We can do it the hard way or the easy way up to you. My old email address is [email protected] That was was the old account that was deleted in 2016. Abcdefghij Klmnopqr [email protected] -----Original Message----- From: Pinterest <[email protected]> To: Elle ELLE Sent: Wed, Oct 4, 2017 7:19 am Subject: RE: Complaint/Account Reactivation

Elle ELLE Oct 4, 07:19 PDT I was originally emailing to complain about the arrangement in my pins and the "coincednetal" timing of pins. Meaning they do not appear to be coincendental but done purposefully which would then make Pinterest liable for conspiracy and other crimes. While I am making this complaint. I wrote probably a year ago maybe a month after closing my first account under the email address and wishing to reactivate the account. I was not aware the account had been deleted because pinterest settings had changed changed pinterested usually rquires an extra tep via email to delete an account the new setup deletes it via the site alone. I am requesting my account back in its entirety along with all boards and pins I did make it clear I wanted to preserve mya ccount which I find hard to believe it was impossible to do considereing it had only been 2 weeks after pinterested time line and it was a popular account. I will be pursuing this in court if Pinterest is not accommodating in my request. I am looking forward to a response either to the address associated with this account or at Copy of Email sent to pinterest in 2016 requesting boards be reactivated. Oh I'm requesting boards be reactivated without followers if that is not possible I will keep it private. I have a copy of them email to pinterest requesting it be opened and a denial. let me know if I need to search my account for the emails. Relief State briefly and precisely what damages or other relief the plaintiff ask the court to order. DO not make legal arguments. Include any basis for claiming that the wrongs alleged are continuing at the present time. Include the amounts of any actual damages claimed for the acts alleged and the basis for the present time. Include any punitive or exemplary damages claimed, the amounts, and the reasons you claim you are entitled to actual or punitive money damages. For any request for the injunctive relief, explain why monetary damages at a later time would not adequately compensate you for the injuries you sustained, are sustaining, or will sustain as a result of the events described above, or why such compensation could not be measured. I am requesting the boards/ account associated with .com opened in 2014 and Deactivated in 2016 be reactivated in its entirety. And how they were left. PUBLIC boards Public and private board private. I am requesting 10 million due to the company’s criminal behavior. And Intentional unnecessary emotional distress. All attorneys and court cost be paid for by The company. I am requesting discreet and continued anonymity when the boards are reopened I do not want the staff to take particulate interest in my account

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New Threat

Sot System, Planet Dessara: 0700 Hours. Sleep eluded me like a thief in the night, I didn't want to be ambushed by the Blue Gears in case they were patrolling the area. The loss of my village still lingered in the morning, but I had to leave the village behind for now before Liandri came and made me part of their televised tournaments. I only got 3 hours of rest, far below my normal time. It'll have to do for now; for my current prerogative is to get back home to Earth, my mission is done. I know what became of Dessara and the Azures Village, they became victims of modernization, greed, and lust, it's disgusting. Now I needed to find a form of transportation to get to Earth, be it a spaceship or some teleportation device. I don't remember much of Dessara besides the Azures and Ciudad de Polvo... or Cráter de neón as it's called now. I rode my hoverbike across the sandy seas, kicking up dust behind me. The rain storm finally stopped and the sun began to rise on a new day, the calming orange-pink rays washed across the skies, with not a cloud in the sky, birds flying above me, singing their songs to one another. If there was one thing I missed during my times stationed on this forsaken rock, it was the beautiful sunrise and sunsets. A breeze blow over my gray, white and onyx spotted fur, my blackened hair blew in the wind behind me as I looked ahead through biker goggles and blue irises. It was a bit nippy around the chest and rib areas, for my combat armor took some hits, exposing some of my upper torso, plus the left cup of my green bra with black frills. But all that riding had taken its toll on the gas tank, and soon my hoverbike began to slow down, making sputtering noises. "SPRA-SPU-SPU-SPUUU...." Just my luck, gonna be stranded in the middle of the desert. Thankfully, luck was on my side, only a little bit though. As my bike was crawling to a dead stop, there was an oasis ahead, I had hoped it wasn't a mirage. Once the hoverbike ceased to move, I hopped off the bike, letting the paws on my feet touch the sand which left imprints. I took off my goggles and put them in the pocket of my dark blue jeans, my snow leopard tail wagged at the sight of the crystal clear water. Humidity and thirst crept up on me, so I need to quench them. I walked up to the water and knelt down, cupping my hands and lifting the liquid up to my face; sipping the sea down. It tasted good and dehydration was defeated, for now anyways. Looking down at the rippling water, I stared unto my own reflection, and it stared right back at me... then... it began to speak towards me. "Elder Thom is dead because you weren't there to save them!" She screamed at me, causing me to jump back in fright where I felt my heart skip a beat. My breathing increased, my hands were shaking like leaves in the wind. I knew she wasn't real, just my mind playing tricks on me; whether it was from the arid heat from Dessara, or survivor's guilt creeping up behind my shoulder, whatever the case, I tried to shut out the auditory hallucination. She wouldn't stop berating me though... "Instead of feeling sorry for yourself like a sad sack all those years, you could've got off your furry but and go see the village earlier and maybe, JUST MAYBE ELDER THOM WOULDN'T BE 6! FEET! UNDER!" "Enough!" I cried back at her, standing to my feet. "You don't know that, no one knows that! So stop blaming me!" It's foolish... yelling at nothing there, just whatever's going on in my skull. I swear it felt so real... but I know it's nothing. But it was beginning to spiral out of control, for my auditory hallucination suddenly became a physical manifestation, made of the clear waters in the oasis. "You want to yell at me!? I'll reunite you with your beloved elder!" There was no time to react, the water being instantly warped in front of me, grabbing me by the hair and threw me into the water with great force. "KA-SPLOOOOOSH!" Descending only a few feet, bubbles temporarily clouded up my vision with my hearing muted by the submerged environment, I didn't get a good breath of air before being dunked into the oasis. Once my sight returned to normal, albeit a bit blurry, I tried to get up to the surface, however that didn't happen. Before I got upright, the hallucination came roaring down towards me and pinned me down by my shoulders. My lungs felt like they were set alight, I needed air, badly. I struggled, trying to plant my feet on the sandbed. "GLMMFHH!" I moaned behind held breath, but I wasn't going anywhere fast. "THIS PLACE WILL BE YOUR GRAVE! RETURN TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, while my pair were running on empty. Air bubbles surged from my nose and lips, my vision was growing dimmer by the second. "Lbbt mbble gbblboblp!" I cried out in a gurgly fashion "No, rest in peace, let the water seep into your lungs!" Time isn't on my side, I'm nearing the blackout point at a rapid pace, so it's either fight back or die, and I'm no longer going to sit back to hide like a coward. I fumbled towards my dark green kilt with my left hand, trying to grab something underneath it; and the item I needed was my Cicitar Sub-Machine Gun. One of Storm's latest firearms, it was a modernized version of the Uzi SMG. With a forward ejecting mechanism and only 18 rounds left in the magazine, it had to be done, to ensure my survival. Gripping tight to the grip, I rammed the barrel into the water being's torso and pinned the trigger. Normally the bullets wouldn't go very far while submerged in any form of liquid, but at this very close proximity, the 9mm bullets had no issue perforating the hallucination's gut. Emptying the mag, I felt the gun rock back and forth in my hand, unleashing 650RPM of full auto action. Though my vision was blackening up, I noticed that the water began to run red with blood. I pushed whatever was in front of me and ascended, bubbles exploded out from my nose before I broke the breach. "NYAAAAA!" I gasped, taking in a huge breath of fresh air. My fur was soaked with strands of clear water pouring back down into the oasis, my hair was drenched and undone, making it long and straight. I didn't care about my look at the moment as I shuffled towards the sands, where I stumbled and collapsed onto my knees; coughing up a storm. I'm getting sloppy, shouldn't have let my head get the better of me. I need sleep, food, a new gun, and a change of clothes. It'll get better once I get back home to Earth... for now I gotta push onwards. Once I stopped coughing and caught my breath, I sat up, turning towards the blood soaked sea; turns out that while I was in my stupor, a Blue Gear scout spotted me and tried to drown me; what I thought was a watery ghost was an actual threat. I really am losing my edge, aren't I? Her corpse was floating face down, with holes in her abdomen and upper chest, one of those bullets must've broken her heart, quite literally. I saw she left her hoverbike here, her version looked a lot sleeker than mine. So I'll be using that to head towards the nearest town or city. I wasn't done with her yet.Ge Getting up to my feet was easy once I was back to normal, I headed back into the water to go grab the Blue Gear Cadaver, needed to scavenge for some supplies; it's part of my Nakotan tradition. I reached the corpse and grabbed her by the backside of her armor, getting a good grip, I waded back towards my own bike. Back on the land, I stopped dragging the dead Gear and let her go to check her for any supplies, be it guns, money or MRE's. First thing I grabbed was an MSMC PDW with a mounted EOTech Holographic sight on top, plus 2 spare magazines filled with 5.56x30mm MINSAS rounds, it'll be a suitable replacement for the Cicitar SMG, perfect to keep me alive on Dessara, should any more Blue Gears decided to tango with me. The second thing I swiped from the corpse was her wallet, I checked inside and saw about 400 dollars, which was an added bonus because I was getting a bit low on cash; about 90 some dollars left. Alas, that's all I could, there wasn't any form of food on her. Oh well, I'll have to find some when I get to a town or city. Can't go back to Cráter de neón, pretty sure I'm a wanted criminal, least in the eyes of the Blue Gears anyways. I got up to my feet and looked back to the oasis, with droplets of water dripping from my fur, my muscles trembled slightly. I don't want to suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder again... never again... need to get a grip. I went towards the Gear's bike, looking at that sleek dark-blue hoverbike with their logo on it, a Gear with a spear in the middle. Real original logo. Still, it's my new mode of transportation, and the cadaver even left the key in for me. How thoughtful of her. I grabbed the goggles out of my pocket and put them over my eyes, then I hopped onto the bike, turned the key to rev up the bike. "VRRRRRRRR..." Works like a charm, I felt the bike slowly lift up off the ground, the fuel gauge read that it was full and ready to ride. Time to go, so I twisted the right handle to engage the motor. I felt there were two pads where my feet were, and if car logic served right; left is to brake, right is to accelerate. Easy enough for me, I pressed down on the right pad and the bike revved forward with a warbling noise, I left a trail of dust behind me that erased the footprints behind me; both mine and the bootprints of the Gears Scout. Not gonna look back, just focusing on where the winds take me. Didn't have any set destination in mind, however. And so I drove onwards; gliding across the sands with speed and grace, letting the winds dry off my body. I drove westwards for hours and hours, going in a direction without any signs of civilization in sight, just endless amounts of coarse, gritty Earth. "GRRRMGMGRRR..." That was my stomach, making demands to be fed, but I wasn't going to feed it dirt; no I was going to give it some actual food. Now if only I could find a place to stop. I spent at least about... I wanna say 3 hours, but it felt so much longer that. But I was riding for a long time without food and water, I wanted to go look for another oasis to quench the thirst. Soon I could see some form of a city ahead, sitting in the middle of a giant gorge; there were waterfalls descending into the abyss below, and they came from within the city, with a dome right in the exact center. Unlike the other places I've seen that got the futuristic overhaul, this city looked like the old days; made of sandstone and rock; it felt far warmer and more inviting than the cold, lifeless so called "improved cities." This is where I needed to go, to fuel up and get something in my belly. So I floored it, increasing the speed to 75MPH. Once I got to one of the stone arches suspended above the crater below, I slowed down so I wasn't going over the speed limit; there I saw two men dressed in traditional Arabic affair... with body armor over it. One of them gave me the halt sign, and when he's armed with an MK48 Machinegun, you bet your tushie I'm gonna stop. Putting pressure on the brake pad, I let the bike stop. The other guard walked towards me, armed with an AH208 "Hawk" Pistol; unlike Storm's however, this one was blinged out with gold and engraved. Seems stereotypical I know, but it's what I saw with my own two eyes. "Need some ID, madam." He said to me in a thick Arabic accent. Though when he got a second look at me, his expression changed in a heartbeat. "Dear lord.... are you a ghost; Erika Kinderington?" He asked out my name with fright. "I seem to get that a lot." I replied. "But no, I'm flesh and blood, just like you, sir." "Graal has heard of your exploits across Dessara, a true heroine has blessed our city by ridding of those Blue Gear scoundrels." "Graal?" "Yes, Graal; formerly known as the Den." My memory lit up, I remembered the Den or "The Widow's Nest" as we called it. It used to be a hive of some of the scummiest men and women around, stealing from nearby towns, kidnapping women to have their way with... disgusting. I personally never entered the Den before, I only heard of horror tales from some of the villagers at Azures. Seems like time can change everything... as I've learned recently. "So I see..." I replied. "Can I come in, please? I need something to eat." Both guards nodded with vigor. "Yes, yes, come in! No charge, no charge!" The man with the machine gun said enthusiastically "That's kind of you, thank you very much, sirs." I rode into the Den or Graal as it's named now, I parked my hoverbike and hopped off, taking off my goggles along the way. Walking down the dirt road, I went from the parking lot and into the city where I took in the sights; the first thing I saw were the sandstone buildings with vines growing out the sides, growing blue and white flowers. Looks very peaceful and bliss, though when I got further into the city, it became more dense with civilians and while the Egyptian styled buildings were still standing tall, signs of futuristic tech were bleeding in slowly in the form of supply pods; where weapons and armor can be purchased. Might have to stop by one of those later, right now I need food. I looked around, trying to find a place to stop and rest. There was a hard-light bridge right over one of the currents, flowing towards the edge and descending. At least it's not all sci-fi, high tech decorations. So I walked over the bridge, heading right into a long path with food and clothing stores on each side of the street. It was packed with people, some chattering, some gossiping, some yelling at one another about their cruddy services. Thankfully they didn't point out that I was walking among them. Soon I can smell some traditional Indian cuisine, personally, I don't eat much of it but I couldn't be picky, not when my stomach was demanding food of any sort. I walked over and saw it's one of those old street side restaurants, with stools, a counter and some tandooris in the back. Thankfully there was a stool for me to sit on, so I sat down, moving my tail to the side. One of the owners walked up to me, dressed up in his black chef coat that was stained with spices, he spoke to me in his native tongue. Which I didn't understand, I don't speak Pashto very well, or at all. Upon looking at my confused expression, he cleared his throat and spoke in English, not good English. "Welcome, what eat, yeah?" He said with a very thick accent, his words were broken, but I knew what he meant. "Tandoori Chicken and plain Naan please." I ordered. "Choice good, 15 dollar." I pulled out 25 dollars from my pocket and forked it over to the owner. "Keep the change." With a smile on my face, I felt generous and kind. "Bless kind heart." He replied with a smile right back, he turned around and talked to his chefs in his normal language while I watched them at work. Their passion was very noticeable, their work ethic and drive were very graceful, very swift yet diligent. These are people who loved to make food and serve it to the customer, and unlike the other restaurant owners nearby, they didn't shout and scream like raving banshees. Within 15 minutes, my food arrived on a plate, tandoori grilled chicken with 3 pieces of naan bread. It looked very yummy and the scent was making my mouth water; I don't care if it's so spicy that my brains might implode; I was hungry and I needed to eat it NOW. "Thank you, sirs!" I exclaimed before eating it. Oh believe me that first bite of the chicken was divine, the spices of coriander, cardamom, and turmeric bombarded my taste buds, my tongue exploded with zestiness and heat, but oh was it so delicious. The grilled poultry was juicy and cooked to perfection. And don't get me started on the naan, it may not have any flavoring and it might be flat, but it was still nice and fluffy when I took a bite to absorb the spices resting in my mouth. I forgot to grab a drink, but I can get something later. Alas, peace and quiet can only last so long before reality came rushing back. "Please, please! This city is not for the tournaments, but for people who wish to live here!" I heard someone cry out to somebody. I munched on some more of the delectable chicken wrapped in some naan when I turned around to see the commotion. Standing before one of the highly dressed officials was two of Liandri's combat droids, with their sleek orange chassis, exposed servos, glow red visors and armed with some tri-barrelled rocket launchers, I had a sneaking suspicion they were here to do the same thing they did to the Azures Village. Eradicate the people, making it open grounds for Liandri to turn this place into one of their combat arenas. With the streets cleared, people watched on from the sidelines as this poor old man stood up to two advanced robots. "Stand down and comply." One of the robots ordered with his deadpan expression, but credit to the elderly gentleman; he stood his ground. "No, take your infidel kind and be gone from this land!" He shouted back to the soulless beings, and that made them react by aiming their rocket launchers at him. I swallowed my food and was about to pull out my MSMC to let them taste justice. That's when I heard someone call out to the robots. "Stand aside!" She commanded with a blunt, curt cry. The robots complied and moved towards the side. I thought it was another one of Liandri's robots, just higher up on the food chain. It was far from the truth. I saw a young female anthro, she looked like me but instead of having snow leopard fur, she had normal leopard fur that was yellow/orange with black spotted fur. Her blond hair was done up like a secretary, looking all fancy in her gray dress with body armor covering her upper torso. She looked very young... like she was 17 years old. Wielding the mighty FSSG-50 Marksman Rifle in her hand, it looked like she didn't struggle with it at all, she hefted it with ease. Her dressy boots left imprints on the dirt road as she walked up to the government official. "My sincerest apologies sir, but Graal City falls under within legal jurisdiction of our heritage program, we are within our rights to take over this beautiful city as an Onslaught arena for the Liandri Tournaments that will begin in the next 6 months." She said with a calm, collected tone. "Then why haven't we gotten the message!?" He cried back, emotions riding high, but she kept her composure. "I understand your pain, I lost my village to Liandri as well, but I promise you that we're doing this for the benefit of all. I'll only extend this offer once to you sir: either take you and your mecca to a new place or perish. No blood has to be spilled today, and you can even make some nice money in the process." Her furry hand extended forward to the man, she put on a fake smile for the man. It's appalling to me... And the man thought so too, as he spat in her face, causing her to recoil back, wiping the saliva from her orange eyes. Once she came to, she gave him the mother of all death glares. "Guards... hold this man down." "Understood." They both chimed in at once and within seconds, they turned around and grabbed the man, forcing him to his knees, extending his arms out as he futilely struggled to free himself. She shouldered her rifle and turned it off safe, aiming it through the iron sights and pointing the barrel at the man's chest. She squeezed the trigger and popped off a .50BMG round right through his chest. Oh dear... things are gonna go down. The government man was dead with a huge hole in his chest, blood spurted from the hole and leaked from his lips. Then the robots lifted him up to his limp legs to tear him in half, making an example of him and the townsfolk. The sounds of screaming rapidly reached crisis point, and soon they scattered, trying to save their own lives. "Should've taken the deal, sir!" She exclaimed. "Boys! Eradicate the people, we're turning this place into an arena!" "Yes, ma'am." Rockets began to fly through the air, hitting some of the people and they turned into clouds of red mist. Hell had broken loose and things weren't looking good. My stomach had enough food now. I could've turned tail and ran, let the people to their fate; but that wasn't the way of the warrior and it certainly defied the code of the hero, so I pulled out my MSMC, took the weapon off safe and cocked it. "SHHHK-CLICK!" My turn to go on the offensive, I aimed the Holo Sight at one of the robots firing their rocket launchers and I wrapped my finger around the trigger to unleash some bullets. Firing at full auto, the 5.56mm lead flew towards its metallic target, ripping through some of their servos and one went right through the cranial dome, causing him to collapse with black oil leaking from his new vent holes. Although the sound of the gunfire had given my location away to the other robot. Acting on his orders, he fired a single rocket which was coming towards me fast and with barely enough reaction time, I dove towards the right to miss being turned into snow leopard pate; the explosion took out the tandoori grill instead. I slid across the muddy ground about a few inches while aiming my PDW at the other robot and opened fire; some of the bullets deflected off the torso, others pierced his visor to render him blind. Unfortunately, upon losing his sight, he called out to his buddies. "Unit is blind, requesting backup." To the right there were more Liandri robots coming, armed with Flak Cannons and looking a lot heavier, I needed to make sure that my aim was as true as Storm's so that I can take out their exposed servos. I got to my feet, my right side covered in caked mud and began to take aim. Before I could... how do the kids say it? "Pop a cap in their asses?" They aimed their Flak Cannons high into the air and shot fragmentation shells, they were heading right towards some children, little girls dressed in burkas. I didn't hesitate, children come first n my eyes. Looking at the descended shells, I pointed the barrel just below the shell and fired, letting the bullets fly towards them to intercept with the shells, causing them to explode in midair. Forgot about the shrapnel though, while most of them were harmlessly impaled into the walls and buildings, one of them did fly by my right cheek, cutting it pretty good with blood leaking out. I felt the sharp, burning pain. Left me temporarily exposed, it was a bit foolish on my end... "BAANG!" A loud gunshot rang out behind me, and I felt the bullet impact my armor, not only did my armor fragment into pieces, but the high velocity knocked me down onto my knees. My back was sore, but at least my armor served its purpose for the last time, now all of my upper torsi was exposed, minus my green bra. Right behind me was that anthro representative from Liandri, FSSG-50 in her left hand, the smoking barrel of an AM67 pistol in her right hand, man those .50 Snubs hurt... my muscles were stiff, I was in pain and tried to get to my feet. It was too late, I felt the barrel get pressed up against the back of my head. "So ghosts DO bleed..." She said to me, pressing the barre even further and looking at me with a smirk. "Captain Kinderington... welcome home." Wait... she knew me? I didn't remember her... though that would soon change. All I knew is when she referred me to my title; I knew she was a member of the Azures Tribe, now she's an agent of Liandri. "My home was destroyed by Liandri... the company you work for now, have you no pride for Azures?" I asked, panting. "It was an unfortunate situation, yes. We tried Captain, we tried to save our home from Liandri but it was a futile effort. I managed to kill a few, but I was spared, given a new lease on life like you did in the past. Now I serve them to honor our people." "You honor the Azures by killing innocent people in cold blood!? You should be ashamed!" I roared before getting stepped on my back and kicked in the ribs. Exhaling sharply, I rolled on to my back and looked up at the Liandri Representative, aiming her hand-cannon at my head. "It was more than what you did, you left us, 10 years we waited to see you return, to reunite with your people but no! You had to stay back on Earth to rejoin with your son!" "Sorry I didn't return earlier, but you said it yourself... I was given a new lease on life, and I overcame my demons." "Enough of your prattle Captain. I looked up to you after you took me in... Now it's time to surpass the master." Aiming at my head, she slowly wrapped her finger around the trigger and was about to blow my brains out, however, I'm not planning to die here and now, not again. I pushed through the pain and performed a sweep kick, knocking her down and allowing me to get back up. While she was down, I grabbed her FSSG-50 and aimed at the robots. I quickly pulled the trigger and fired a .50BMG round at the mechanized troops, even without aiming with precision, I managed to take down one by removing his head from his shoulders. He collapsed in a heap, black oil spurting everywhere. Didn't have time to take out the second one, cause I got a pistol whip to the back of the head, immediately I felt a throbbing pain going through my skull as I staggered forward. That leopard anthro got back up to her feet with AM67 in hand, she aimed at me and fired. Barely had enough time to dodge, and my left rib was grazed. Enough was enough, I grabbed the pistol from her hand and pointed it at her, however, I wasn't planning to shoot her point blank, rather I used the flash module on the gun to temporarily blind her. So while she was seeing white, I kicked her back down. When her sight came back to, the tables were turned as I was pointing the pistol at her, but she wasn't afraid to die, rather she smiled at me. "Even after death, you're still in your prime, Captain." She complimented me, sounded genuine, but I had enough senior moments for one day, I was on my guard. "Thanks, but I'm not here to play around." I said coldly and curtly. "Get you and your troops out of Graal and don't come back here." "An empty threat from a has-been... you won't come back to Dessara once you leave. I'm doing these people a service so that Dessara will be remembered." "Be remembered for needless bloodshed and insatiable greed." "In your opinion Captain... but as for your demands..." She lunged to her feet and tackled me onto my back, causing me to release the gun and it slid away. "Motion to leave: Denied." She gave her one liner before punching me a few times in the face, causing my vision to blur up a bit, my headache growing stronger. I winced in pain, it was overwhelming. I managed to see an opening, when she brought her right arm down, I grabbed it and rolled her onto her back; unleashing some palm strikes to her face. They were pretty good strikes as well, cause her nose and mouth began to bleed red, not black, not blue, real blood. About 6 strikes later and she pushed me off, getting onto her feet while panting. I too got on my feet and assumed my Aikijiujitsu stance, I pointed at her and curled my fingers, beckoning her to come here and get it on. No not like that. She responded by assuming her Wing Chun stance and came running at me. Chopping and swinging at me, she was relentless in her offense, but she hasn't met a formidable defense. I managed to dodge and weave to avoid her strikes, and as part of my Aikijiujitsu stance, I grabbed her right arm and redirected her energy upwards, causing her shoulder to pop out of its socket. Then I kicked her away with ease, causing her to stagger back, holding her disjointed shoulder. She looked at her robotic soldier behind me, who was sitting still, causing her to hiss at him. "Don't just stand there you idiot! Help your boss!" She shouted at him. "Affirmative." Now the fight was 2 against one, while I can fight an organic being hand to hand, a robotic one wasn't possible. That armor's so heavy that it'll break my hands and ankles if I tried to combat it, and he even has a Flak Cannon, so he can rip me to shreds with just one shot. So I need to be careful. Especially when I got Ms. Leopard butt behind me. Looking in front of me, and behind me, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place; I searched for a firearm on the ground, be it my MSMC, the AM67 Combat Pistol or that FSSG-50 Marksman Rifle; heck, even a Rocket Launcher will do and I'm terrible with those! Once more I was in a do or die situation, I had to get out of it fast. I remembered one thing about my Nakotan tradition, if you have to fight someone and your weapon isn't in your hand, you must resort to underhanded techniques... much to my chagrin. I crouched low and scooped up some mud from the ground, then I quickly chucked it at the anthro. My B-sized cleavage jigged behind my bra and of course, the leopard had to dodge it, but she left herself briefly open. So I ran towards her, tackled her to the ground then I rolled behind her, grabbing my MSMC. Don't know how many bullets are left in the magazine, just hope it's enough to take down the droid. Gathering my focus was easy and soon, I aimed my PDW and fired at the exposed servos on his arms. Some of the 5.56x30mm bullets missed, others managed to rip the servos apart, rendering his arms useless; causing him to drop his Flak Cannon and look at his arms. "Unit incapacitated." He said in his usual cold, lifeless expression. When the female anthro got up, I chucked my MSMC at her, knocking her back down and that's when I walked up to her, grabbed her by the back of her neck and began to slam her face into the mud multiple times. Adrenaline was flowing through my veins, I lost my sense of control... I just wanted this to stop. And soon, I got my wish. "STOP!" She cried out, panting. "Stop! Stop Erika!" Slamming her one more time, I let her go and backed up as she sat up, dazed and beaten with teeth missing from her mouth, blood, sweat, and dirt covering her face, her dress was stained, she was done for now. "Fine... you win Captain. I'll leave Grall... but rest assured, we will meet again, and next time... things will be different." "Just go..." I replied, panting myself. Spitting out some blood, the anthro tapped her ear twice, activating her communicator. "2 to warp back to Liandri HQ, Codename Kat, and Unit LRK-5504M. Mission aborted, ran into unexpected resistance." Her atoms scattered into red balls of light as well as the robot who had his arms disabled, the fight was over... but when I heard her name, it all came back rushing me, I sank to my knees with a shocked expression on my face. Heart beating through my chest, it was a lot to take in all at once. I didn't care about the people running up to me, heralding me as a heroine, their voices were drowned out, all I could focus on was the past once more; I failed her like I failed the Azures. "Eliza..." TO BE CONTINUED

#action story #UT2004 Related #New OC #my newest story #have to post it here cause Deviantart's stupid right now

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davidpires578 · 8 years ago

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A Ming-Inspired Cabinet (95)

I've been working on the final steps in preparing the bonnet assemblies for these two cabinets. The bonnet provides a visual way to 'crown' the cabinets, so they don't end up looking simply like a pair of boxes on stands. It's an unnecessary thing from a functional perspective to fit bonnets, but vey much a necessary thing, it seems to me, from an aesthetic one. This is where I leave minimalist/modern behind, not that I even see eye to eye with it anyhow. If I remove the bonnet from the composition, something seems missing, and not in a good way. It's not shibui, it's simply incomplete: something is lacking. I did tone down the lines of the bonnet top beams, as detailed in an earlier post, and what I was left with was a raised section on of framing on a shedua stand off, and there was as a result a bit room in there for a storage compartment. "Oooh, a hidden compartment" raises now into a specter of the possible. The thing is, while concealed compartments at one time served a necessary security function - in the case of early American secretary cabinets, for example - or, in the case of pieces made by the Roentgen's for French nobility, an entertainment function, when it comes down to what makes sense today, it was less a fixation on a secret compartment than it was on having a discrete compartment. This is a compartment which is not entirely obvious to view, though if you went looking for it (what kind of nut bar does that but a furniture maker?) the access would be obvious enough. I didn't want some sort of obsession with secrecy to affect the aesthetics of the cabinets, or to become a central idea of the cabinets, or to require any complex means to achieve realization. Just wanted to make use of available space in a practical manner, and wanted to create a space where things might be tucked away, requiring only occasional access, perhaps got at once in a while for the fun of it. This made more sense to me than the 'secrecy' aspect. If you truly want to hide stuff away from those who might pry, then get yerself a heavy duty iron safe with some complex lock, and make it clear to view (then hide your stuff elsewhere, perhaps, thus providing a fake target with the safe (?)). Anyway, I wanted a compartment with a removable lid, and wanted to have the lid openable by simple means, and, oh yeah, all parts in solid wood. A lid in bubinga, keeping it decently thin, still ends up being a bit of a lump. So, working out a catch mechanism took some mulling over to be sure. I thought I had worked out a good solution and then spent a day and a half milling up some mounting blocks in brass. This was the result:

I've learned a bunch about milling brass in the past few days. A closer look at one of the temporarily-clamped side-mounted blocks, with the fitted spring pusher mechanism:

That set up proved the basic concept of catch paired with two blocks and sprung pushers did work, however further consideration let me to conclude that the system may not be the best over time: I was worried that the constant pressure of the sprung pushers on each corner of the lid, relative to the catch in the middle, might, over time, induce the lid to become deformed. It was enough of a concern to lead to the scrapping of the above machined brass blocks. So, out with that, setting aside the fallacy of sunk costs and all that, and onto the Mark II design, which incorporated both catch and spring pushers into one wooden block. Here, I'm tapping for the M12 threads required for the sprung pushers, using a center punch in the chuck to keep the tap handle plumb:

As you can see, an insert (1/4" x 20TPI) had already been fitted in the middle. The completed mounting blocks:

The spring pushers are a device from the CNC fixturing world, and are from Misumi USA. They are good to deal with. I also obtained the tool to screw the pushers into place:

In the middle is the pointed marking pin which had served duty earlier with the bifold doors. It's nice to find it useful again.... These are the second set of spring pushers I had to obtain. They come in four strengths of spring, and the first set proved to be too weak. A while later, I have mounted one of the blocks to the inside of the compartment using inch-scale stainless fasteners, namely #10-24 Allen cap screws:

One of the quirky things about inch scale bolts arises when you go below 1/4" in size. Unlike metric, where everything is on a even round 1mm incremental pattern, like 10mm-8mm-6mm-5mm-4mm-3mm, etc., with inch scale, it's a tad more complicated. While larger sizes of bolts from 5/8" down are on even 1/16" increments, stepping along 5/8"-9/16"-1/2"-7/16"-3/8"-5/16"-1/4", when you go below that 1/4" mark you do not arrive at the next 1/16" division (3/16") as might be expected: suddenly it switches to a #12x24TPI designation. That #12, however, is an uncommon size, and the next regular sort of size you come across at the hardware store is #10-24TPI. And #10 is not exactly 3/16" (0.1875"), but a hair larger at 0.1900". Hah-hah-hah..... Take another drink Jim. It's one of those weird things, which, if you are 'used' to it, is not terribly consequential - you go to the hardware store and find the appropriate fastener which fits what you need - however if you are not used to it, being used to, say, the metric system, this standard will seem baffling and illogical, maybe ripe for a suitable amount of derision even. I understand, and please feel free to refrain from extended soliloquies in the comment section relative to this point. I get it. I didn't create this system, I merely live within it, and a little kookiness is okay I guess, keeping poor blighters like me on my toes at the very least. When you dig into it, you find that threads which are smaller than 1/4" are defined by wire gauge standards, and the sizing is based on a sweet l'il formula:

The following formula is used to calculate the major diameter of a numbered screw greater than or equal to 0: Major diameter = Screw # × 0.013 in + 0.060 in. For example, a number 10 calculates as: #10 × 0.013 in + 0.060 in = 0.190 in major diameter. To calculate the major diameter of “ought” size screws count the number of extra 0’s and multiply this number by .013 and subtract from .060. For example the major diameter of a 0000 screw thread is .060 – (3 x .013) = .060-.039 = .021 inches.

Okay, you can wake up now. The above quote is from the wikipedia entry on the Unified Thread Standard. I chuckle as I read it. Some things in technological societies get fossilized while some do not, what can you say?

Anyhow, I used 10-24 stainless bolts to mount the blocks to the framing. I could have gone with 5mm, which is fairly close to 0.1900" at 0.1968503, but whatever, it worked out and I got to amuse myself with thinking about archaic thread standards which are used today in the US instead of more apparently 'rational' systems, and I have a 10-24 tap already so let's move on. It gave me a certain amount of perverse pleasure - I'll admit that much.

In the next photo I'm marking the underside of the compartment panel to the sharpened pin temporarily fitted to the position in the block (a position later to be occupied by the catch itself):

Once the location is marked, I could proceed to mortise for the catch using a couple of different forstner bits:

The underside of the board is similarly mortised, and the catch is secured by a fairly large brass nut:

The catch itself is a custom made piece from Quik-latch products - they make latches designed to hold the hoods of hot rods down at the front. I did extensive research to find something suitable, and this turned out to be the best thing I could find - and I am more than happy with the product. Quik-latches are normally made in aluminum or steel, however at the time I got in touch with them they were in the middle of fulfilling a large order from a Scandinavian furniture company for a series of door latches in brass, and they were able to make me a set in a few days, also from brass. They sent me the 'mini' latches in parts, and I patinated them, sent the pieces back for assembly and then the complete units were delivered a week or two later. Quik-latch is one of the best companies I have ever dealt with in all my life: excellent, prompt communication, a 'can-do' attitude somewhat rare to find these days, and an excellent product shipped in a timely manner. Was it a weird dream, I wonder? All the same, highly recommended! Here's a closer look at the latch and its 1/4"-20 pin, with the catch itself flipped upside-down:

The rod engages with a satisfying snap!:

Another view show how tolerant the latch is of misalignment:

Here's the Quik-latch installed and about to be closed for the first time:

'Click':

This mechanism worked just as I had hoped, providing a discrete means of accessing the upper compartment in the bonnet:

I later added a small relief cut to provide easier purchase for the fingertips:

A few views of the top with the latch installed, and in order to see this view in the completed cabinet you would need to stand 6'-8" or more (203cm):

All for this round. The second cabinet is about half an hour away from reaching the same stage, and then I will be doing the final assembly on the bonnet and last coat of finish. Then a little more work awaits with the bifold doors as the magnets have now arrived. More to come, so please stay tuned....

#woodworking #wood #working #miter #saws #Woodworking

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