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wurlitzerwrites · 1 year ago

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Rest. (Hyrule x reader)

Hello!!! Welcome to my first fic ever, literally. I’m a beginner writer, never having really wrote a full story. I’ve always had an interest and wrote some poetry, but this is my first ever creative writing story! I hope you all enjoy it. Constructive comments are very very appreciated!

Warnings: reader in pain for like half of it, kinda mean chain???, abuse of the comma, no y/n used, hurt/comfort

Synopsis: reader wants to make the chain proud in a fight but ends up getting their ass kicked a bit. They have to piece them back together, give them a scolding, and try to teach them a lesson. Hyrule caves in though because he loves the reader.

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Everything hurt. Your body inflamed, a sharp needle dug further and further into your gashed arm. A pitiful cry quietly left your lips, only to immediately be soothed by one of the men to your side. It all happened too fast, too quickly for your inebriated mind to process. A raging battle was all that you could remember. Your small, quaint camp ravaged by the beasts that lurked in the depths of Hyrule. It was Time who noticed the imminent danger first. He wielded his blade strongly, alongside his brothers who swiftly leapt to his aide. Despite their best efforts to keep you from harms way, you also jumped to action and gripped your small sword. You held your ground well in the beginning. Like rushing water, you recklessly pushed and pulled against the enemy. Feeling a bit too cocky you got in a bokoblin’s face. Fate and karma sang their tune, and in the climax of their chorus the ringing sound of broken glass was heard. You messed up. You failed to recognize the potion it was carrying, you failed to recognize the beast raising its nasty arm to strike you, and you failed to block its charging attack.

That’s how you got here. Trapped between your party’s limbs and gazes, holding you down. Despite their deep concern, they were also enraged with your carelessness. Did you not believe they had your best interests in mind? The squelching sound of your flesh in the tense silence ate away at Four, who finally spoke up in a hushed tone, “You should really know how to listen better, maybe then you’d stop finding yourself in these situations.” The words felt scolding. They did nothing to stop the onslaught of tears cascading done your dirty, sun kissed face. Guilt ate away at your insides. Four was right, if you listened to them you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Who were you to be so disobedient to these experienced, hardened heroes? Noticing your distress, Sky grabbed your hand in comfort. “We know you just wanted to help, feel useful, but you can’t throw yourself like that.” He was more tender. Like a worried mother. Pushing through your exhaustion you look up at their faces. They weren’t the kindest. Yes, the Links were always stoic, but this look read pure frustration.

Your gut sank. You swam in the panic, drank the anxiety, and bathed in the shame. It couldn’t be helped anymore, your wails bouncing off the forests dark and dank trees. Like a newborn baby, you were inconsolable. Recognizing your outburst, Hyrule quickly finished his stitches and guided his brothers away from you. Perking up from the sudden sounds, you open your red eyes to see them slowly moving away from you. More red flags shot up in your mind. Did you really mess up that bad? Are you that horrible of a person to where they can’t even look at you? All you wanted was to make them proud, to help them fight. They did so much for you, why can’t you do the same? The prospect of being alone in this moment terrified you, trying to rise to your feet you foolishly use your injured arm to support your weight. More of your cries hit their ears, some of them turning to check on your crumpled form. All you could think of doing now is begging. Begging for forgiveness, for their warmth.

“Please come back, I’m so sorry!” You loudly exclaim. Your bold words gathered the rests attention. The first one to cave was Hyrule. Without a second thought, he ran to you. Grabbing you and helping you to your feet, he sighs. This was supposed to teach you a lesson. Tough love, as Time likes to call it. You were supposed to learn that the party can’t always be there to patch you up despite their wishes. That you have to help yourself sometimes even with the most painful of injury. But he couldn’t stand to leave you in such a state. His hands ran across your back lovingly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Calm down, dearest, don’t get so worked up now.” Lifting his eyes he can see his brother’s irritated gazes upon him. He knows they’re disappointed he ruined the plans, but he couldn’t really find the nerve to care. With his added support you find yourself sitting at a log beside the campfire.

It was all quiet. The only sounds being your toned down hiccups and the men’s breathing. At the sound of you taking a sharp inhale, they all give their attention to you. “Have I been bad?” You timidly ask, voice breaking once more. This was NOT what they intended. It was well known you were sensitive, but they figured you’d get the hint and accept their treatment even if you would be a bit peeved. “No, not exactly,” Time cautiously spoke, “we just need you to learn to take care of yourself.” He spoke softly. With your eyes now fixated on him, he felt horrible. He should’ve been there to protect you. Knowing he had your attention he pressed forward, “You’re always jumping into danger, with us having to tend to you and reaping what you sowed.” The statement was blunt yet it cut deep. Looking around at the others, you tried to find some consolation. Twilight’s face twisted into thought before he spoke up as well, “He’s right, princess, what’s gonna happen when we aren’t there huh?” He was kinder than Time. For about ten or so minutes, the rest of the party softly lectures you. You couldn’t care to listen. The only thing on your mind was how exhausted you were, and the intense guilt you felt. They were all right, you knew it. You relied on them a bit too much despite your best efforts, that’s what sparked your courage to fight today anyways. Maybe you should resign yourself to simply staying out of it.

Without any warning, you get off the log and release Hyrule’s hand. Walking to your bedroll, you were careful not to irritate the fresh stitches. Legend, being as brash as he is shouted after you, “Don’t be so sensitive about it, doll, we aren’t trying to be mean!” His tone saying otherwise. Out of pure spite you push your small cot as far away from the others as you could without being in danger. This display of aggression shocked them. Laying down on the plush cot, you crawled into your thick blankets. It was quiet now. The only sound heard throughout the camp was the crickets in the wet grass below. You watched blearily as the fireflies danced about, acting as mock stars.

With a heavy sigh, Time softly spoke to his brothers, “Maybe we should just let them stew in their juices for a bit, pressing them all at once isn’t going to do any good.” At his exasperation, the other Links communicated through glares and glances. Hyrule was antsy. On one hand he agreed, and thought it was best to just let you blow off steam yourself. But on the other, he wanted to hold you tight and tell you it wasn’t your fault. Everybody makes mistakes. It doesn’t matter if it’s frequent, or rare. You don’t deserve this treatment. Deciding to check on you, he slowly crept away from the campfire. His soft footsteps padded on the damp grass below.

“Does it still hurt?” Hyrule tested. Bracing for a rough scolding, he closed his eyes in a grimace. Instead, you rolled over to face him. Your mouth was dry, but you still spoke just as sweetly, “A bit, it’s not as bad now that you’ve closed the wound…” his eyes widened in relief. The words stumbled out of his mouth, “That’s good! I mean, it sucks you’re still hurt, but I mean it’s good you’re feeling better!” His ramble kept going as you stared lovingly into his eyes. A small giggle left your now chapped lips, the noise working to quiet the flushed man in front of you. Letting the silence linger for a moment, you move your hand to beckon him to lay with you. The blankets shifted as he quickly moved to cuddle with you. Hyrule’s hands nervously raked over your body, not sure where to place them. Peering at him curiously you whisper, “I’m not going to bite, love, you can wrap your arms around me.” Your sentence had his face flushing. For a heartbeat or two he was completely still. Unsure if he really should move to pull you closer. Listening to your slowed breaths, he confirmed that you were indeed comfortable. With this admission he wrapped his arms protectively around you.

You didn’t stir or react to the movement. This had Hyrule worried for a second. Until he came to the conclusion that you had indeed fallen asleep, the exhaustion of the past hours catching you. A smile falls onto his rounded features. He knew in the morning you’d be mortified of your behaviors from today, but that’s not what matters now. What truly matters is that you’re comfortable right here in his arms. And that lone thought was enough to calm his mind. Stroking your messy hair, your breaths lulled him to follow you into sleep.

As the stars twinkled above, the two of you slept soundly. For now, it didn’t matter what the others were feeling. You had your heart right here beside you. And in the end, that’s all you truly need.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #hyrule x Reader #linked universe fanfic #linked universe hyrule #idk how to tag lol #can somebody help me

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thelesbiancitizen · 7 months ago

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anyway I'm rereading books from my childhood that I liked a lot. I went to my local library and I got a copy of Beezus and Ramona and then I went for a walk down a nature trail. there is an ice cream shop off the trail so I bought myself a strawberry ice cream cone. I ate it while I walked down the trail and then I came to the river and I sat by the river. I went right down to it and sat on a log over the water, it was a big dead tree, white and weather-worn and very sturdy and still strong and I kicked my legs and sang a song with the roar of the water. then I climbed up a hill above a brook and sat in the trees and the rhythm of the river sounded so nice I got my phone out and recorded it, and then I hit some sticks on some rocks and added that to the rhythm and I hummed a tune over it and made a song. and as I walked back down the trail I made up words to the song in time to the rhythm of my feet. I said hello to lots of people and we said "beautiful day!" and smiled at each other and then kept walking. I had bought a lemonade with berry syrup and I drank the lemonade while I walked. and I looked at all the new green things peeking out of the brown leaves. and I smelled daffodils and other flowering things floating through the air. and there were lots of birds singing and I listened to them. and my legs felt very big and strong and I was happy about that. I noticed I had no pain and I was happy about that. then I went to the local pizza joint and read the Ramona book while I waited for my order and I laughed out loud at Beverly Cleary's writing. and then I walked home in the sunshine. and there was a group of old women laughing together walking down the sidewalk. and it was really nice. and I feel happy and grateful that I get to do this and have days like this, days that feel like one big song, and the harmonies stand out.

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vinegar-rights · 7 months ago

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thoughts on my version of little shop of horrors: seymours mother :p (read tags plz)

I like to combine aspects of the 1986 and the 1960 films :3.

He was put up for adoption as a baby, too expensive to care for a child. Seymour grew up assuming he was an orphan and was put into the custody of Mr. Mushnik. As he became older, he figured that he DID have a biological mother and she was still alive. He tried to reach out to meet her, but she refused to keep contact. He never met her until he became more well known, with newspapers covering the story of him and his new special plant. His success reached her and Seymour was delighted to know that he was finally going to meet his mother after so many years. Who knew fame was this powerful?

She requested that he visit her apartment for dinner. The woman was older, with messy gray-white hair and eyes that matched seymours, mousey and nervous. She welcomed her son but not without a quick check-up, only to make sure he won't drop dead right at that moment.

The apartment was messy, but no smell of mildew or sight of mold. A clean-ish hoarding situation, there were boxes everywhere full of who knows what and half-used first aid kits. The lack of bugs is what made Seymour confused, cockroaches were a common bug, especially in more drafty, more run down apartments like in Skid Row. He developed a bit of a phobia, growing up around the critters in skid rows home for boys. Dirty. Gross. Even as an adult he sometimes would sit up in bed in the middle of the night, scanning his room for any nocturnal bugs that would skitter in for shelter from the elements.

Seymour was immediately put off by the kitchen, where dinner was cooking. His mother had been talking the entire time, rambling something about the shop and what was in the paper that day, he tuned her out as he became more aware of his surroundings. The kitchen had bottles full of medicine, pill bottles aligned in rows on the counter, and already there's a napkin out with a glass of water with an assortment of pills that are ready to be consumed.

he noticed Seymour's quietness and slight discomfort, who was gazing at the view of her kitchen. She turned to explain her many issues, bad back, sinus infection, constant cold, her appendix got removed recently, ect. Her explanation managed to visibly calm her son's nerves, but he was still eyeing what was on the stove. Seymour tried not to pay mind to his mother's cooking, she was gracious enough to try to form a connection with him, and even asked him to come over! He turned to her to change the subject, he didn't want it to seem like he was judging her. They talked throughout the afternoon about what happened in the past years, and how they found each other. Most of the conversation was directed at Seymour: How did you find the plant? What kind is it? Oh, its a cross between a flytrap and what exactly? You don't know? You must be getting a lot of press, any opportunities? You were asked to host a TV show?ect. There were so many questions that Seymour wasn't to ask his own, he wanted to know why it took so long to talk to her, where was she this entire time, why didn't she reach out first?

Eventually, she passed him a bowl of whatever was in the pot in the kitchen. He didn't notice any food on the counter. The soup smelled sweet, like cough syrup. He opted to drink more of the water she offered, but he didn't want to be rude, he consumed some of the dinner. She grinned as she ate her food with her son, explaining that this is a staple of her household. The aftertaste after one spoonful made his whole body shiver as if he drank bitter wine. Out of fear of potentially offending her and risking her cutting him off forever, he ate a little bit more, cringing at the taste. Quickly he started becoming nauseous. He paused, looking more closely at the bowl, there was little to no actual food, there was a broth of course, but little to no items that would be the cause of this spike in anxiety and confusion. Something dawned on him. While his mother was watching him in between spoonfuls, she asked if he was okay. He nodded but politely declined any more. His newly reunited mother was either horribly ill all the time or a hypochondriac. He didn't need a high school education to know that. The pills and bottles on the counter were another explanation. This wasn't regular soup. She was drugging him. He sat up from the realization, and his mother became more worried at his sudden change of personality. She asked him if he was alright again, if he didn't like her food. He replied hastily that it was amazing, it's just that he remembered he left the stove on-- no, he needed to check on twoey, around this time her leaves should get washed. She accepted that explanation, and began pushing him out the door to help him on his way to Mushnik and Sons. As soon as Seymour was on the sidewalk outside of her apartment, he turned to an alleyway nearby. Fearful of whatever was in his system, he tried to throw up.

He became experienced when he accidentally ingested pesticide as a child and had to induce vomiting to avoid a hospital visit. He ran home, still feeling some residual effects of the drugs, despite only ingesting a little. The shop was empty and dark, Mr. Mushnik and Audrey went home early that day. He drank water and tried to calm himself. He found himself leaning next to audrey ii's pot, mind racing from the events that transpired. His strange mother, the apartment, the "food".

Tears sprang from his eyes as he thought everything over. She only cared to reach out as soon as he became famous. She didn't care to reach out to what was presumably her only child and never gave an explanation as to why she gave him away. He felt used. Defeated, he cried into his clammy hands. Why is everyone so cruel? Was twoey right? That some people were evil by fault and needed to die? His thoughts were deafening his senses, and didn't notice a vine curl around his body and pulled toward the sentient plant. Twoey could read his mind, which was why she knew what his innermost desires were. Turns out trying to get Seymour to reunite with his mother was a bad idea. He tired himself out after 2 hours, one of her vines snaked around his wrist and fingers, sensing Seymour's ratial artery to monitor his heart rate. He was asleep eventually, blanketed by twoeys vines and leaves. Thanks to Seymour, Orin left twoey satisfied for the past week, though maybe she could convince him again for another meal sometime soon.

#TW DRUGS AND DRUGGING #in the 1960 movie he ate a lot of the food/medicine his mother would feed him #and his mother would rely on him to take care of her medical bills #so i just think there'd be something life that #tw emetophobia #sorry if this doesnt make sense im not a writer #and im sorry about it being heavy i just like making seymour miserable #sorry buddy #little shop of horrors #seymour def has a phobia of bugs #as someone whos gone thru a bug infestation its quite common

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aaakikoo · 2 years ago

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BEST MATCH

paring -> b.katsuki x f!reader

an -> this is the last part! Thanks for reading, check out the series m.list & m.list. Stay tuned for future questions & posts!

summary -> your dating life sucks. Luckily for you, you have your best friend on your side to help you.

warnings -> cursing, jealousy, crying cheating, breaking up, breakdowns. tell me if I missed any!

series m.list - third / last part

you and Bakugou ended up standing in the same spot for about five minutes before the male next to you spoke. “What the fuck did we just witness.” You didn’t respond, instead you looked up at him.

“I- I don’t know, katsuki. I want to leave this place.” You managed to mutter he nodded before taking your hand in his, “let’s go.”

You arrived back at his apartment, “I’ll make your bed.” He said as he walked upstairs to the bedroom you usually sleep in whenever you sleep at his place.

You on the other hand remained in his kitchen, you drank a glass of water as you drifted to thoughts a bit.

All of your chats and flirts with Hitoshi were just a game for him, he was trying to win your heart for the sake of another woman’s heart. Your dating life truly sucked ass.

“Come upstairs y/n!” Bakugou yelled from the second floor, you started to walk upstairs.

You opened your bedroom door and walked in, “here I prepared it for you, tell me tomorrow early if you still don’t feel well.” He said as he came closer to you. The blond placed his both hands on your shoulders and said. “Don’t think of that asshole, he didn’t deserve you anyway. You best believe I’ll never promote that motherfucker.” Katsuki said as he leaned in to you, he gently kissed your forehead and pulled away, but you wanted more than just that.

You quickly tugged him by his shirt collar and kissed him on the lips, as he moaned into yours. Both of you pulled away to catch your breath as katsuki smiled at you. “Good night, princess. Sleep tight.” As he left you alone in the bedroom.

You laid down in the bed as the heartbreak hit you. You actually liked Shinsou a lot, not that you were madly in love and crazy with him, but if you could date him, you definitely would. Soon after some thinking you drifted to sleep.

Your phone rang at 7am and you got up pretty quickly from your bed & headed downstairs, to see that your breakfast was already made for you, with a note beside it.

- already left for work, made you breakfast, text me if your coming to work or not. -K

You smiled at the cute note and pulled out your phone to text your best friend.

YOU at 07:06 [ morning kats, thanks for breakfast, I’m coming around 8! ]

You ate what was made for you and put on your clothing from the previous night and headed to the agency.

Fast forward to a couple hours later to lunch at the agency. Katsuki barged into your office before you scolded him again.

“Katsuki! Knock before you enter!” You told him as he smirked at you. “Listen princess, come to my office, let’s have lunch together and I have some things to tell you.” Katsuki said as exited without waiting for an answer from you.

You scoffed and followed him, he started chatting you up as the two of you approached the elevator.

As the two of you walked in you were met with none other than Kirishima, looking absolutely pissed, and Hitoshi, his eyes immediately lit up when he saw you, but you didn’t even look at him.

Bakugou clicked on the top floor button as you were concerned over his best friend. “Are you okay Red? What happened?” You asked the red hero, “I’ll inform you soon.” He said with an annoyed tone as he looked at Hitoshi.

“Good morning, L/N.” The purple man said, “morning.” Is all you replied with, “did you recover well? I was worried about you all night yesterday!” He said, well lied, straight to your face, you were disgusted by his words, sure he was missing you all night yesterday.

He kept on chatting and low-key flirting as dynamite said.

“This is a hero-agency not a club. You better act professional or else, you’re on thin fucking ice, mind games.” The explosive hero said as the elevator ride went silent.

The door opened to the top floor as you, dynamite and red riot got out.

As you and red riot sat on his couch and he sat on his office chair you felt serious tensions.

“What is going on?” You questioned.

“We’ve noticed some activities with the agencies money.” Red riot stated as he opened his tablet. “At first we thought it was technical issues or something like this, but after further investigation we found out that someone is using the agency’s cards for personal use.” He said as he looked at his best friend.

“The only people that could’ve been using from our money is the agency’s pros and side kicks, meaning no secretaries, assistants, and obviously anyone under that ranking. The question is who might it be.” Dynamite stated.

“Is there a way you could find who might be using money for personal purposes?” You asked him.

“Obviously we can, Red here, he can see all the actions that have been done through all the cards, he hasn’t noticed anything out of order for anyone else except this card number, 889703, there have been many food, designer clothes and other expensive purchases from this card. Issue is we don’t know who holds it.” Dynamite stated once again and the room fell in silence.

“Well how about we find out?” You suggested, and the two men seemed confused. “How are we going to find out?” Kirishima asked.

“Well can’t katsuki go through everyone he hired and check their profiles to find their card number, I’m sure the number 2 hero doesn’t give out debit cards just like that.” You laughed as katsukis eyes lit up and he quickly turned on his computer.

“All right thanks y/n, you two can relax until I find out who it is.” Katsuki said as you and Kirishima started talking about random stuff.

After a couple of minutes Katsuki said, “I found out who it is.”

After lunch break Bakugou ordered you and Kirishima to come to his office an hour before work is over, you both agreed and went back to work.

The rest of your day was boring, cleaning up your calendar & office, throwing out old papers and magazines, signing some sheets, you called the woman who needed you to sign her papers and gave them to her.

It was around an hour left of work so you decided to head over to Bakugou’s office. You entered to see Kirishima sitting on the couch.

A few minutes after, someone knocked on katsukis office before he ordered them to enter. A purple haired man walked in as he sat besides red riot.

“Hello everyone. You called boss?” He said.

“Yes I did, let us not waste anytime and jump right to the topic shall we?” He stated calmly, though you knew whenever Bakugou was nice it was sort of before the storm thing.

“Sure thing!” Hitoshi said, “red, would you mind give us a little introduction?” Dynamite said as he leaned back in his wheel chair and crossed his legs.

“We’ve noticed lately some changes in the agency’s bank account, at first we thought it was some technical issue, with some investigating we found out that a lot of money was lost from the agency.” Red stopped at looked at his friend, Bakugou looked at you, ordering you to continue.

“Later on, we looked further into the issue and we found out that there were no suspicious activities from the majority of the accounts, except for a specific one, on the account, different types of purchases were made, both expensive and ordinary, and that account number goes under the number of 889703,” you paused. You looked at Hitoshi to see him absolutely shitless, it was a funny sight, your attention turned to red riot to see him seriously upset, your attention drifted further to dynamite to him smiling at you.

“Our question here, Mind games, would you mind showing us your card.” Bakugou asked him, knowing there is no purpose of showing his card, he already knows who the card belongs to.

“Why? You can check yourself.” Hitoshi said, “I already did, and I already know who the owner of the card is.” Bakugou stated as he also crossed his arms over his chest, he looked so attractive like this.

The room fell into silence as Kirishima asked, “are you going to show us, or what?”

“No need, it is mine.” Hitoshi said as he pulled out his card and threw it at red riot.

“Why did you act on this? You knew the consequences.” Dynamite said.

“I was aware but-but I- I don’t think I was thinking every time I used the card. I regretted every time but my girlfriend kept on pushing me to use it for her own good.” He said as he smiled down on the floor, you looked at Bakugou to see him already looking at you. “I-I never had any luck with getting along with people, everyone thought i was a freak because I never liked to talk with anyone. I had a horrible social life but my girlfriend is the only one who gave me a chance.” He stopped as he began whipping the tears on his cheek.

“After I applied for this job, she couldn’t wait for me to get rich and spoil her, she threatened me to leave if I don’t spoil her. So I plotted something evil, I tried to get as close as I could get to L/N, so I could get to you. I knew all of the consequences of playing with someone’s feeling and toying with something so serious as the agencies money but I was blind. I was so scared that she would leave.” He stopped talking as the room was now dead silent, you felt a hot tear roll down your cheek.

“I knew L/N liked me, and I took advantage of that. I’m sorry L/N. I am sorry Dynamite.” He said.

“Well, I don’t think someone who truly loves you would ever threaten you to leave if you don’t give her money.” Bakugou said as he got up and stood in front of his desk.

“If that woman truly cares for you she wouldn’t have accepted you playing with another woman’s feelings or playing with your agencies debit card.” Bakugou stated in a serious voice left to space for arguments. There was no argument against what he said.

“I will be waiting for you resigning note tomorrow on my desk, the police are going to handle the rest.”

Just like that everything was over, your messages, and your dates with Shinsou and most importantly he was over. The next day you and Bakugou looked at his resigning papers, in addition to the email Bakugou had received from the police. He was going to pay a money penalty in addition to six months with a fetter penalty.

Everything was now back to normal.

The same weekend Bakugou took you to a small park where you could refresh your mind. You leaned on the blonds shoulder as you slowly muttered. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

“What for?” He asked as he held you tight. “For everything.” You told him as you leaned into his lips and softly pecked them. He smiled as he kissed your cheek. “When are you going to be mine, Hm?” He asked you. “Right now.” You answered as you fell into his muscular arms. “Yeah?” You both fell into laughter.

Being his girlfriend is great, but not so very different, you guys still both work at the same place with the same tasks and visit each other super often, you guys had been close from the beginning so it wasn’t so different, except kissing and spicy times.

In general everything is great, dates in the weekends and making out in breaks at your office. Movie nights, me care days and night drives. Everything is amazing you think you should’ve made your move a long time ago on the blond man.

But no relationship is flawless. You wouldn’t admit it but as much as you see katsuki so much you miss him sometimes, he works alot more than you do. He sometimes has late night patrols where he had to cancel the date to go to work, or interviews where bunch of girls and woman eying him and ask him sensitive questions knowing he is a taken man.

You feel sometimes jealousy in your stomach but you wouldn’t tell him.

Everything aside, he is supposed to take you out today, so you were now getting ready at his apartment, you live in it at this point.

You were doing your hair, you wanted to perfect it with the most beautiful hair spray and butterfly golden claw clip, not to mention the pretty modest wine red dress that he loves so much.

He arrives soon after as you welcome him back.

“Hey pretty. I’ll take a quick shower.” He tells you and you nod to him, preparing a quick meal for the man.

After he showers he heads to the kitchen and eats what you had prepared for him.

After he is done he walked up to you and hugged your waist, “you look s’pretty, Hm?” His head dropped on your shoulder and you put your hands in his hair, “only now?” You asked him.

“Always. Always so pretty, baby.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ll be back, I’ll get ready alright?” He says and runs upstairs, as you finish off your make up and hair.

As he walks back down and tells you to wear your shoes his phone calls.

You sit back down on the couch waiting for him to finish the phone call.

“Hello?” Silence.

“What the fuck?” More silence.

“I can’t come right now.” Silence.

“Alright fine.”

He presses the red button and looks at you. Without a word you get up and turn on his electric kettle to make some tea.

“Y/n, don’t be mad at me.” He says as he walks to the kitchen counter.

“I have to leave.” He says as he comes even closer.

“It’s fine Katsuki.” You say.

“Are you okay?” He asks you as he takes your hand. “I’m fine kats.” You say, sounding anything but fine.

“I’m sorry y/n.” He kissed your hand. You turn to him and stoke his cheek. “It’s fine babe, your work comes first.” You say on the edge of crying. Bakugou goes back into the living room and unbuttons his white shirt.

You take out your butterfly clip as your hair falls down on your back. Katsuki looks at the way your hair falls back, he feels guilty because he never got to tell you how pretty you made it look.

He fully wears his hero costume before he says, “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He tells you, you know that he will not be back until at least 1 am.

“It’s alright I’ll be waiting for you.” You tell him, he kisses you hard before leaving. As you shut the front door you stand in the hallway, letting the tears fall.

You took off your dress and make up and wore comfy pjs and hopped in his bed, soon after you drifted to sleep.

You woke up the day after tired. You got dressed quickly and headed to work.

As you you got in to your office you saw a bouquet of flowers on your desk with a note.

- I’m so fucking sorry for yesterday. Here is a little something to make it up for you :) -K

He always knows how to get you with these little notes.

This continued for about half a year, where the only time you and Katsuki would have Together is during lunch break. He would come home late because of patrolling, and you would sleep while waiting for him, only for him to arrive late and leave early where you would only see him at work.

Not to mention the annoying interviews he has to attend, both of you dislike them.

You were growing tired of this life style. You’ve had enough of being excited for a date together only for him to end up being called back to work. You’ve had enough of staying up late & waiting for him. You’ve also had enough of crying.

That night, you waited for him to come home. He had told you he would be let out early.

As he arrived you offered him a bath as always and after dinner you told him to hear you out.

“Katsuki.” You started.

“Yes baby?” He answered.

“I want to break up with you.” Silence. Deep silence fell into the room.

“What?” He asked you as he stood up from the couch. “Listen it’s not easy for me either, but, I have had enough of this.” You told him, looking up from the floor and into his sad eyes.

“What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?” He asked you.

You shook your head. “It’s not that. The issue is that I cannot handle you coming back so late and leaving so early where i would only be able to see you at our limited 30 minute lunch break.” You stated as you began crying.

“Y/n-“

“Katsuki! I’m tired of those ugly ass bitches eying you up and down at interviews and I’m tired of being disappointed all the time.” You said as you whipped your tears.

“I know that I signed up for his but I do not want to be sad in a relationship. I know that work is important for you and you cannot half do each. So one of them got to go.” You smiled at him. He stood there in complete silence.

“Y/n. Don’t leave me. I promise I’ll be better at balancing—“

“No, katsuki. I can’t do this now. I’m sorry.” You said as turned your back to him.

“I’ve already packed my bags from your place and I’ll leave tomorrow. We would still be how we were like before.”

It’s been weeks since you broke up with Bakugou. Since then, your relationship at work haven’t changed, he still invites you for lunch in his office & drives you home if you call him to do so. He respects your boundaries more though, suck as, he knocks on your door before he enters, over all the, the blond man respects your decision.

However he is still trying to get over you, and the fact that you guys are still close best friends doesnt help either, he had been trying to improve himself & his work life for your and his sake, but it’s not something that can be done in one night.

He hasn’t hanged out with Kirishima and his other friends for so long & they’ve been nagging him to do so, so he can think of something else other than the breakup, you on the other hand have been doing a better job than him, thanks to your best friend Mina.

Since the breakup, she didn’t want to leave you heartbroken, especially when it wasn’t a bad breakup, so she set you up with many people, tinder dates, double dates etc, none of them worked out though, until you came across a special someone.

Shouto Todoroki.

One of your old friends from U.A. You remember being so attached to him because he was so nice to you, helped you out whenever you needed him, both trainings and homework’s. You guys even used to hang out outside of school.

But when you found out that one of your friends, Yaoyorozu Momo, really loved him, you gave up on the man for her sake, you don’t really know how they ended up.

Thanks to Mina, you and Todoroki have gotten to go on multiple dates together movies dates, late night drives & restaurants dates.

Being together with him brings you real nostalgia. You really like Todoroki, like truly.

In the meanwhile, also thanks to Kirishima Bakugou has gotten slightly better, haven’t gotten completely over you yet, but better than nothing.

Kirishima suggested he’d go out with Uraraka after all. He had DM’ed her telling her that he was sorry for canceling the date, since he had to “take care of his sick friend” and suggested another date he was attending today.

You both know completely nothing about each others personal lives anymore.

Right now you were waiting for Todoroki to pick you up, and take you to his family house. When the two of you arrived you were warningly welcomed by his mother and siblings. His father was rough but since he knew shouto liked you he started to open up to you.

Bakugou was going to this restaurant with Uraraka on the same day. He arrived before her & she came some minutes after. She sat herself down before greeting him and him doing so too.

“You’ve changed so much, Baku. For the better of course.” She complained the man as she shoved away her purse showing the top of her dress that exposed her breasts.

“Thanks, you haven’t changed much though, appearance wise.” He said looking out the window.

“Why are you on dates? What happened with you and the shitty nerd?” He asked him as she scoffed. “I broke up with him, he thought that I was only interested in his money, that’s not true, I broke up with him because he didn’t have time for me and he prioritized his job over me.” She completely let go of her thoughts to the explosive guy.

Bakugou was in deep thinking. Sounds familiar, as if it was the reason you also broke up with him.

“Well I’m not the right guy for you, because my ex also broke up with me because I prioritized my job over her.” He smiled sadly.

“Huuuuh?” She said while resting her chin on his palms, “don’t worry I’m sure you are better than deku, you’re dynamite after all.”

First red flag, he noticed. The fact that she didn’t care about the same problem deku had is suspicious, why would she want to go through what she

“Who’s the ex, by the way?” She asked she tugged down her dress a little bit.

“Y/n dumped me a few weeks ago, because I prioritized my work over her.”

Uraraka laughed.

“I’m sure she’s overreacting!” She said while continuing to laugh.

Another red flag.

After an hour or so, Bakugou was got tired of her talks about deku’s flaws as a boyfriend, and her toxic relationship with her friends, he excused himself and drove home.

Kirishima had asked his friend about the date and Bakugou didn’t seem very interested in Uraraka. Though Kirishima suggested he’d try again, telling his friend what Mina had told him about you and Todoroki.

A couple weeks after, Bakugou and Uraraka got together, she confessed to him by “I love you so much, I think I have always did since U.A! During my relationship with Deku I could only think about you.”

Bakugou didn’t like the sound of that but he didn’t think much of it.

On Bakugo and Urarakas first date as a couple, he had invited her to a fancy restaurant and you best believe the paparazzi didn’t let this juicy case slip from their hands.

They ended up being the headline for many articles and news channels for a week.

Two weeks into their relationship and the blond man received a text from his friend and rival.

SHITTY NERD at 17:34 [ good afternoon, I heard that you and Ochaco are official, from Kirishima! Congratulations Kacchan😁. Just be careful alright? I wish you the best. ]

YOU at 17:40 [ I’ll make sure that red head will pay, what the fuck do you mean by be careful? ]

SHITTY NERD at 17:43 [ nothing in specific, just keep your eye open! Have a good night. ]

YOU at 17:44 [ whatever ]

Weird, Bakugou thought and continued on with his day.

You didn’t miss the amount of times of Uraraka coming to the agency to see her boyfriend, Bakugou had stopped inviting you over for lunch because “his girlfriend doesn’t like that.” & in addition to he doesn’t drive you anymore & guys barley talk about anything at all.

It’s quite sad, but on the other hand, right now you were being confessed to. By Shouto Todoroki the guy you’ve been crushing on.

It’s been a year since you and Bakugou entered new relationships.

You love shouto with all of your heart. He makes you smile and laugh all the times, you guys share both sweet and hot touches. And the dates never end, you feel so happy because he is capable of making time for you.

Bakugou doesn’t understand why Uraraka is still together with him when he also focuses on his career just like deku did.

Moreover, he likes the attention he gets from her but it’s not exactly the same as you.

All Uraraka does is, talk about the toxic nature in her friendships and who backstabbed who, & if he doesn’t text her she wouldn’t text him unless if she wants him to buy her wishlist, and they never take those goofy cute pictures he used to take with you, only the explicit ones where he feels uncomfy for her Instagram.

Today he came home early from work, he showered and ate dinner before his door rang, he opened it to see his girlfriend standing their.

“Hello.” He said as he opened the door completely for her, “hi.” She said calmly, “im here to collect a few things, im leaving.” She said coldly while crossing her arms over her chest.

“Leaving?” He asked in shock. “Where the hell are you leaving.” He said, “oh? I didn’t tell you, im leaving to America, I’ve found this rich older guy who’s willing to spoil me.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What the fuck?” Bakugou didn’t know what to say. “Yea, im breaking up with you, I only got with you so I could use you for your money.” She said as she barged in, she walked upstairs collecting her boys mist, conditioner & a few lipglosses and socks.

She stood at the door and Bakugou was behind her speechless. “By the way, Deku was so much better than you as a boyfriend, but it doesn’t matter. I used you both up.” She smiled in an evil way.

“Goodbye.” She waved at him and left his apartment.

The door was shut, and his apartment rang silent. He couldn’t believe what had happened just now. She just walked in casually, broke up with him, told him he was being fooled & used and now she’s leaving to another country for someone else.

Bakugou couldn’t believe his ears, deku was right after all, he should’ve watched out, he couldn’t watched out to many things in fact.

The way she only ever texted him or complimented him was either if she wanted something or to flex him in front of other people. There were many red flags he should’ve looked out to.

But he didn’t.

Because he didn’t see those flags, he wanted to get over you so badly he tripped hard on his way.

He is angry at himself for letting himself get fooled easily just like that.

He decided to go out to the park for a walk.

He wore his usual baggy jeans, hoodie and headed out.

He plugged in his earbuds and shoved his hands in his pockets and headed to the park.

After around half an hour he decided to walk home, and on his way out the park gate he saw a familiar figure on one of the benches, he walked closer and closer to the familiar person until he realised it was you.

He paused his music as he walks to you, “hi y/n.” He says and you lift up your face to see him, to his surprise he sees the that you’re eyes are red and puffy, you’re in white heels and long wine red dress.

He takes a seat behind you and asks what is wrong. As he caresses your cheek.

“I-I todoroki- he-“ you stopped as you were trying to stop your cries.

“Take your time idiot.” Bakugou said, whipping the tears off of your face.

“He cheated on me.” You said as you completely broke down once again, Bakugou stood there in shock for the second time in the past two hours.

“What how? How did you find out.?” He asked as he rubbed your shoulder’s gently.

“I was going to surprise him at his agency for our year anniversary and I saw him kissing Yaoyorozu, I thought we were a good match together.” You said as you took the napkin Bakugou offered you, as you dried your tears Bakugou spoke.

“If it makes you feel better, I was also dumped today, Uraraka told me that she used me for money and left the country for another guy.” He stated calmly and you looked at the man with wide eyes.

“And I thought my case was bad.” You mumbled, “they’re both shitty, princess. Sorry haven’t had any contact with you for the past fucking year, Uraraka didn’t like that I was too close with you.” He said he leaned back on the bench.

“It’s fine, Todoroki didn’t want me to talk to you either it’s not just your fault.” You said as you threw your arms over your best friend.

“I’ve missed you katsuki.” You said as you snuggled closer to him. “Missed you too, idiot.”

“Uraraka would never be able to replace you even in a 100 years,” he said gently massaging your scalp with is fingertips.

“Fucking Todoroki would never either, I was so stupid and I thought he was the best match for me, don’t know when I’ll find my best match I’ve been looking all over the place.”

Silence fall over the two of you.

Before Bakugou speaks.

“Maybe the reason we both ended up in shitty positions is because, we are each others best match.”

- the end

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bonesandoats · 6 months ago

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Went to the store for more fruits and veg, I found a flavour of ginger ale I haven't tried before, 9/10, and only 5kcal.

Went out for breakfast with my grandmother, got away with some poached eggs, lemon water, and a piece of toast. Conveniently "forgot," my leftovers,

That's all I ate today, 750kcal~. Drank 3L of water, the Ginger Ale and Monster. Stay tuned.

#ana food log #ana food diary

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lullabybug · 6 months ago

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Just had probably the worst binge in over 4 months. I’m going to purge but this is going to be bad. Literally just ate so much of my worst purge foods an entire bag if m&m chocolates and pasta. It tasted good at least lol but I just know this is not going to be pretty.

I hate this ed so much because no matter what I eat or don’t eat I never feel okay like I always want to eat even when I’m not hungry and I know that’s normal when you’ve had an Ed for so long but it’s exhausting. This kind of out of control binge hasn’t happened to me in months like I always plan my binges so that I eat foods extremely easy to purge so never chocolate or pasta because purging those are almost painful to me. in my post binge despair and regret lmao I was thinking I need to stop being so restrictive and just eat more junk food in my calorie limit but even when I do that it’s never satisfying. Like if I eat a chocolate bar I just want another one so why would I waste the calories if I wouldn’t feel better than if I just had a 50 cal applesauce like nothing I do is ever enough to just feel like I’m not starving (maybe I’m just stupid because this is exactly what I’m doing like I’m literally starving myself)

I’m just tired of the binging and purging it’s killing me and I can’t seem to stop it. I have it mostly under control and I’ve lost lots of weight doing it but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still doing it almost every single day and I don’t want to anymore. I’m glad binges like this don’t happen everyday anymore though because I forgot how truly awful they feel physically and mentally. I’m really just procrastinating now because I’m really scared of how bad this is going to be to purge I’m going to try to do it or at least some of it hands free because I drank a lot of water.

Putting a cut because this is a long post and tw it’s kind of gross

Every time I purge I vomit blood and I think it’s from my throat because it’s always sore after so I really hope this goes at least not horribly painful but you know what here are the consequences of my actions maybe this experience will remind me why I stopped buying binge food and having uncontrolled binges. Stay tuned to find out if I completely destroy my body trying to purge this lol.

Don’t be like me I am stupid.

#violetwhyareyoulikethis

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holidayvisa · 9 months ago

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24 February 2024 - Elise pushed me out of bed at 6:15 am so that I could go wake up Jimmy. Jimmy had to pick up Maddie, and he needed to leave by 6:30 to get Maddie in time. As soon as I got Jimmy up, he grabbed his things and rushed out the door. I immediately went back to bed and fell asleep for another hour. At 8 am, Elise and I woke up and left the house by 8:15. I had to guide a Piha canyoning tour, and Elise didn't have any other plans, so she decided to come along too. We drove to Piha for the big 12-person Piha canyon tour. We arrived at Piha a little early, so we decided to take a quick walk on the beach. We walked out to the water, had just barely enough time to dip our toes, and then we walked back.

We got to the AWOL shed at 9:15 am. When we arrived at the shed, Cam was already there. He saw Elise and say, "thank god you're here; you're working today!" Elise had planned on just coming along for fun, but with the 12-person trip, Cam was stoked to have another guide to manage all the clients.

The tour went GREAT! It was SOOOOO much fun guiding with both Cam AND Elise. All of my tours that I've guided for the past few weeks have been either me and Jordan OR just me solo. So, having Cam and Elise, two experienced guides, made the day so cruisy and easy and fun. I could chill and relax and enjoy the day more than when I guide solo. At lunch, we had two vegans, but only one vegan sandwich. Elise had to smooth things over with the angry vegan. When we got to the jump spot at the end of the canyon, Elise did a backflip!

After the canyoning tour, we said goodbye to Cam, and Elise and I went back to her house in Piha. Ruth, Elise's friend, and her dog, Ted, came over. Ruth made us all gin and tonics. Elise and I made fried eggs on bagels. We took our gin and tonics and lunches to Piha Beach, where we had a little impromptu picnic! We played with Ted and threw some big sticks for him to fetch.

After Ruth left, Elise and I were kinda of tired from our big Piha Canyon tour and were thinking about taking a nap, when we got a call from Taylor saying that he's leaving Henderson, heading to the Keddle house in Anawhata. Elise and I quickly packed or things and headed to Anawhata. Taylor arrived at the Keddle house around 6:45, and Elise and I didn't arrived until 7:15. When Elise and I pulled in, Taylor's car was parked at the house, but there was no Taylor to be found - he must have walked down to the beach! Elise and I walked down to the beach, bringing with us the guitar. Golden hour was just starting as Elise and I got down to the beach.

As we walked along the shoreline, we saw man holding a fishing pole walking towards us along the beach - it was Taylor!

We found a spot to put our things down, and Taylor and Elise wanted to go for a swim. I didn't have a change of clothes with me, so I started to say that we should head back up to the Keddle house, and after a little peer pressure, I decided to go for a swim. The water felt amazing. The waves weren't huge and the rip current wasn't bad, but the waves were very consistent. We swam in the waves for maybe 20 minutes before Jimmy came down to the beach. When we saw Jimmy, he hadn't seen us yet. We did a countdown, "one... two... three... JIMMY!!!" We got his attention! Jimmy joined us, and all four of us swam and played in the waves. We put our hands in the center and shouted, "TABLE!!!" That's what we are - a table - four points holding up the whole thing. After swimming for a while, we got out of the water and onto the beach to dry off a bit.

We took some photos of the sunset and headed up towards the bach. We got up to the bach and ate the takeout that Jimmy had picked up to share. We feasted on this delicious takeout at the bach, then we grabbed beers and walked back down to the beach. Taylor blasted some tunes on his bluetooth speaker, and we all chatted and drank together, the beach lit up under the cloud-covered skies that blocked a very bright full moon. Around midnight, we headed back up to the bach. I was pretty drunk and found myself lying on the floor at multiple points throughout the night while we all hung out and chatted inside the bach. We went to bed around 1 am.

I'm grateful for Elise, and I'm grateful for her empathy and kindness, not just to me, but to Jimmy, too. I'm grateful for a super fun day in Piha Canyon with Elise and Cam and the 12 clients. I'm grateful for an incredible night at the bach with Elise, Taylor, and Jimmy. I'm grateful to Taylor for the beers and the tunes. I'm grateful to Jimmy for the takeout and the snacks. I'm grateful to Elise for coordinating and arranging this whole thing with the bach.

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reddogf13 · 1 year ago

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Outlast 2: Deliverance CH 4

Also on A03

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - Dead Dove Do Not Eat This takes place in the Outlast 2 universe after all.l.

Previous chap: CH 3: Atonement

Next chap: CH 5: Deluge

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~Ch:4 Eucharist~

Blake handed out basic orders to everyone else. “Fix what you can. Gather up everything that could be useful.” They spread from him down the town streets. Some fixing their own houses that collapsed from the major storm. Gathering chunks of metal buried partly in the mud. Barbwire taken down wherever it remained tied.

He went out to find the farmers followed by Marta. They were working on gathering what they could. Hanging the cobs looking mostly dark. A few rotten tomatoes on a table having its seeds plucked out. A few sacks of potatoes covered in fresh roots set aside. Approaching James to check in. “How are things going?”

“Better than first expected. Scoured the fields and found all of that left in the dirt.” Waving the knife he was using toward the collected stuff. Using the blade to scrape out more seeds from mushy tomatoes. “The potatoes were at the back of the barn regrowin' on their own. We can plant them right away if you want?”

“Uh… What do you use to water all of this? The lake and river?”

“River only, why?”

“I don't know if it's poisoned or not. There were a lot of dead fish when I crossed the lake.”

“Yeah, we worried about that. Many of us noticed it depends on which part you were at. Down round the main river the mines leached out to it. Spreading further into the lake. Anybody who drank from there suffered some serious illness. Us, meanwhile on the split river creek did fine. Long as you didn't eat the fish jumping up and down river rapids in between.”

“So the creeks fine, but fish aren't?”

“We can strictly take northern river water and be safe. Otherwise there ain't much more we can do. Canned food we can live off of a little while longer. Have to mention though that our pantries are gettin' tight. Something Knoth always made a point of not mattering.” James repeatedly side eyed Marta for a reaction. Faking the priest's voice next. “ “Ignore your empty bellies for soon we'll be feasting off God's harvest in heaven.”. ” Dropping the act. “I think he sang a different tune in private.”

“True. Can't live strictly off hunting for forever. Sounds like you didn't have the same faith.”

“Hard to after a while.” Watching Marta. “Faith works like food. Can be good for ya or bad. With Knoth we had a black moldy loaf of bread. Starved, we ate in the hopes it'd kill the pains. Deep down I think we all knew it only made things worse. Made us sick from the inside out. Might take some longer than others to see it. This place used to be better, not so rotten, although I admit it still had its dark spots that we ignored. I pray from here we can get better.”

Blake breathed out a “Yeah.” Telling James to plant the potatoes despite the concern about their water. Asking next. “What's with all the tall fences and barbed wire?” Didn't know you could put corn in a max security prison.

“Couple reasons, Thieves or escapees. Certain people ate first and the rest got desperate for scraps.”

“Mm, I don't think it's necessary anymore. Break them down If you have some free time.” Finishing his check in. Passing through town to try and find the group of hunters. Wanting to learn himself how to trap and forage. Marta limping beside him had him think of what she should be doing. Can't be an enforcer anymore, shouldn't have been in the first place. I guess every town needs a sheriff to break up disputes though. Won't have to kill anyone, she's intimidating enough to stop people from fighting. But her limp could drag her down if things get serious. Feeling bad that she was limping to follow him everywhere. “You don't have to come. You can rest at home if that's better for you.”

“No.” She stated then spoke out what sounded like an excuse. “I won't miss the word of a visiting Angel.”

“I'm not- … What if the angel tells you to go home?”

She let out a rough hum. “... Then I'll go home.”

“Then go home.” He stopped and so did she.

An annoyed bible verse mumbled before she asked. “What will you be doing?”

“Learn how to trap and forage until the day ends. I'll come back and maybe we'll all get to eat something that's not canned. Go home and rest your ankle.”

“It's fine, I can still move.”

“You shouldn't be walking on it. I'm ordering you to go rest.” Smiling at her mumbled along verses when turning to leave. Splitting with one heading up the mountain and the other down. Traveling around the forest while keeping Temple Gate in sight he found the group of hunters. Gathering around a cluster of berry bushes. Listening to John explain trapping while they worked. Blake was greeted as he joined in. Caught up to where they were in the lesson. Reported to on where rabbit wires were set in the hopes they'd snag something. Based on how many baskets of berries they collected he hoped everyone would get at least a small bowl's worth. Having some luck with the rabbit wires. Not enough for everyone between the small numbers caught. It turned into a topic of who would get some.

John stated what felt like the obvious. “You should take one.”

“No, there are a lot worse than me.” Wish I could feed everyone with a single rabbit. “Think we'll find anything else today?” Taking in the sun approaching the horizon.

“Maybe, up on the mountain side we used to find a ton of edible plants. Wild onions to carrots were up there. Don't know how much we'll find now. Since heretics were running rampant all through these woods.”

Blake nearly choked on his spit at the mention. “You think we'll see any?”

“I'm sure we won't. This is considered a bit far from where they normally spread out. Long as we keep heading west toward the sun set.”

“Mm… If we do find anything we could try and make a soup. Boil everything in a big pot, if we have one. Keep starvation back for a day.”

“Sounds good. I know a lot of leafy greens that should be up there. Not as filling as actual vegetables, but good for now… What will you do about the heretics?”

“... I don't know. … Feels weird calling them heretics still. They were just people who wanted to escape Knoth.” Stomach churning on the topic. “I rather not get involved unless I have to.” Ending the topic there to press forward up the mountain. Collecting various edible plants that satisfied Blake's needs for a soup. No carrots, but they found onions along with a collection of mushrooms on a tree. Their group took a break at the mountain's top to eat a small collection of edible flowers. Some weren't flavorful while some were a bit sour like lemons. Blake winced at his shoved down handful making him drool excessively. Unsure if chewing them of flavor felt better compared to harshly swallowing early. At least he caused others to chuckle at his ridiculous eating. Happy to have a little something in his stomach after so long. “Think we'll make it back by nightfall?”

“Just about.” John partly covered his eyes to see how low the sun was set. “Dinners gonna be late by the time we finish cooking it.” Carving bits out of a branch making the rough shape of a fox.

“Heh, I used to carve stuff like that. Haven't since I left scho-” His happy memory ruined by another. Jessica... I should have carved a rock for her too. Even if it's been years. By the change in Blake's expression John offered him the small carving knife.

“You can have it if you want. They're easy to make.”

“You sure?” He perked up at the small gift.

“Yeah, got five more at home. I lose them constantly.”

“Thanks.” He glanced around him for something to carve. I could make something to place at the graves. Locking onto a dead looking sapling sticking straight from the ground. Its measly branches bare of any leaves with its bark sun bleached white. Tall yet thin enough to fully grasp with a hand. Should be easy enough to take a chunk off. Grabbing onto the whole thing to yank back. Discovering it to be far sturdier than it looked. Shoving it back and forth to yank its roots free.

“Uh, I could find you some wood?” John offered. Watching Blake continue to struggle against the dead sapling.

“No, I'm not letting this tree win.” Blake joked through his fight. Ripping it enough to pop it free of the earth. Coming out with it was a smooth rock the sapling grew around. “Wow.” He turned it over for a closer look. No wonder it was so sturdy. Dirt brushed away from the roots thick as its own branches. Taking in the whole thing he was excited to start carving. Wanting to spare a lot of it with only a few extra twigs shaved off its branched top. Woodworking was one of the few classes he loved and was exceptionally well at. He cleaned the sapling of any sprouting branches down to a long straight shape. Smaller stringy roots snipped away for a cleaner look. Preserving the smooth rock it had attached itself to. Carving the rough shape of a snake winding down its long length. The head of it coiled just under the rock in a winded back position. Threatening to strike out from under the rock. That was as far as he got before they started to head back. Blake worked hard to carefully carve out the criss crossing scales down the serpent.

Forced to stop when it got too dark to work. Pausing for the moment when they returned to the dining hall. Setting up a whole makeshift process to cook dinner for a mass of starving people. Huge pots gathered to cook chunks of prepared rabbit followed by the various veg. Collected baskets of berry's delicately spread out by the cupful. If there were any extras they'd be put aside for tomorrow. The town was gathered in to be lined up for their dinner. Pots brought out to a bar top outside the kitchen doors for soup to be poured into bowls. Given a cup of berries as a strange side of sorts, but nobody was complaining.

Blake skipped eating for now to finish his carving in the kitchen. Off to the side was a small carved out dove. A fake banner around its neck donning the name Jessica. He planned to place it soon on the stone graves. Smoothing out the last few angles of the rattlesnake currently. Smiling over his finished staff of white turned black surrounding the stone still attached. Its shape resembled a bulky hammer that would surely kill someone if slammed down hard enough. Various open areas between the snake lightly carved to show imprints of leafy ground litter. Satisfied that no more needed to be done he left the kitchen to find Marta. Asking around he found out she finished eating a while ago and was back on patrol. He ignored any offerings of food to take before going back out. Wanting to give the walking staff to her soon as possible. Running around in the dark for her going by vague memories of her patrol. Eventually she found him first, leaning against a building to catch his breath.

“Come to find me, Angel?”

“Yes, and you don't have to call me that. Blake's fine.” Wheezing for more air. “Made you this.” Offering her the walking staff. She inspected it up and down without a move to take it. In fact she leaned away from it. Realizing he'd have to do some convincing. “I thought you would need it to walk. It's lighter than the … Last thing. ... Pretty sure with the rock you could still crack a skull.” Based on her negative reaction he was quick to follow up with. “But I saw it more of a defense thing. Better to have and not need than the other way. Everything's fine now, but if anybody needed saving I'm sure you can do it. I promise that I'll never ask you to kill anyone.”

Given an honest promise she took the staff from him. A soft spoken. “Thank you.” given back.

“Welcome.” Turning to visit the child's graves next.

“You want me to watch the streets tonight?” Using the staff to walk more smoothly by his side.

“Well, you don't have to. If people want to run they can.”

“What about the heretics?”

“... Yeah. Keep an eye out. Just scare them away, you don't have to hurt them… Should stop calling them heretics too.” Delicately placing Jessica's white dove between some stones across the grave site.

“Then what are they?”

He walked silent as he thought of a new term. Can't call them outsiders. I didn't like that when Knoth used it against me. Strangers? But they're not really. Could call them survivors, but isn't everyone? Just use them or people, but if we need to talk about them it could get confusing. Them just seems rude and ostracizing. Developing a headache from the running in circles he was doing. Settled on a label he himself thought was stupid, but felt right. “Goats.”

“Goats?” Marta's brows furrowed. “Why that?”

“It sounds better that the mountains are infested by goats then heretics.”

“What shall goats be called then when differentiating?”

“They'll be heretics.” Letting out a light chuckle. Marta let out an amused puff of air while giving him a questioning look. It was the first time he didn't see Marta so depressingly serious.

“If that's what the angel wants. I'll watch out for visits by “Goats”.”

“Make sure you get some sleep.”

“More plans for tomorrow?”

“Nothing like today. More rebuilding, more hunting for food.” Entering the dining hall to collect his serving. Long cold by now from when it was set aside. “It takes so long to gather everyone. I don't want to interrupt things so often.”

“The speaker horns still work after the storm. I can see the green light out the room's window. It was the best way for word to travel without physically doing so.”

Ugh, then I have to use something Knoth touched. Finishing his small meal. “Can you show me?”

“I can.” Leading him off toward a large two story house. Neighboring the compound near the helicopter crash site. Fully white with pillars lining the front with a second story balcony. The two front doors boarded over where the glass panels were broken out. A green light shown through a front lower window. Blake checked the doors and found them unlocked. Stepping through he saw the insides far more decorated then other places. Nice large rugs covering the floors. Many paintings covering walls blocked by fine carvings and vases.

Stepping to the radio room he saw Marta staying back outside. “Not coming?”

“This was Knoth's home.”

Of course it is. “Oh… Well, he's not here anymore.” Coaxing her to step inside. Waiting for her to duck under the doorway before moving deeper inside. Taking in the long set up radio controls. Most he figured out were to alert what was connected and what wasn't. The ones on were green, but many more were blacked out. “Do you know where “Eastern top road” is?”

“A road leading up toward goat infested forest.”

“Makes sense.” Other unlit labels saying eastern this or that. John said the goats were spreading out around there. Pressing a button that was labeled “talk”. “Testing.” His voice heard loud and clear from outside. “Heh, still works.” His smile dropped when he found an orange medicine bottle sitting out not far. Swiping it to read the label. “Prescribed to Ethel Garrison. Penicillin G Benzathine - (100mg) to be taken twice daily for 14 days.” Hmm, still in date. Must've bought these from someone recently. Pouring himself a couple to swallow down dry. “We need to find more of these.” Holding the bottle up for Marta to see.

“... Those aren't study aids, are they?”

“No, They're antibiotics for all the diseases around here. I said he could've helped the scalled at any time. These are how.” Rattling the bottle before setting it in a pocket on his vest. Facing her, she had a burning glare pointed toward the floor. “Did you know?”

“None were allowed to ask, but still others spoke about- ... I was told to quiet them…”

“How'd people know? A guess?”

“Us who are older once lived on the outside. Convinced by Knoth and rejected by others, we followed him en masse. 'till we settled here. I was far younger then.”

“You've been outside? How long ago?”

“Mm.” She hummed in thought. “'Bout more than 40 years past since.”

“That's - that's a while.” He nervously chuckled. “Has anyone been out recently?”

“Jacob has. His last visit may have been a month away now. He was sent out to lead a small group for buyin’ a list. Stuff we couldn't make like gas for the generator, “study aids”, to name a few. Don't remember seein' his fellow travelers around.”

“We'll have to find him tomorrow. It's time for another trip.” Leaving the radio room to snoop around the place. Drawers filled by many other bottles left empty. More canned food Blake noted to take back when done. Upstairs he found an office covered in drafts of his gospel. Swept away into the trash bin until it was over filled by Blake. Buried under a pile of fallen papers was a huge floor safe. “Whoa, wonder what Knoth's got in here.” He grabbed an iron poker by the empty fireplace. Using it as a makeshift crowbar to stab along the sides. Managing to stab it in between the door to force it up. He could wedge it enough to see the door bending up, but not enough to break it. Even with him leaning his whole weight onto the bar.

“Want me to try?”

Blake couldn't answer through his wheezing, giving a tired head nod as he stepped back. Marta set her staff to the side to grip the poker. Slamming it down firmly with a shout that cracked the safe door free. Thrown back to slam into the floor behind it. The poker itself stuck dented in a curve tossed aside by her. Both peered down into the large hidden safe.

“Guess this solves one problem.” Pulling out a huge brick of cash. A quick flip told him it was indeed all hundred dollar bills. Laying down on the floor he dipped his head into the dark space. Surprised there was a ladder below buried in the pile. Counting the stacks sitting on stacks of hundreds then sitting back up to stand. “Without messing up the stacks I'm guessing there's at least 9 million on the surface alone. If this thing is six feet deep it might be closer to 27 million. When we find Jacob we'll take some of this and buy everything we can to get things running again.”

“Like what?”

“A shit ton of seeds for one. Fuel to keep the generator running.” Grabbing a nearby empty prescription bottle off a window sill. “And pills, a lot of them.”

“You planning to help the scalled?”

“What kind of angel would I be if I didn't?” Setting the bottle back. “I don't think there's anything else here. Meet me at the hall tomorrow. Bring Jacob if you find him.”

#Outlast 2 #Blake Langermann #Marta Outlast #Val Outlast #Temple Gate #Outlast 2: Deliverance #Outlast 2 fanfic

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pmcmarty · 4 months ago

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Some Numbers, a Video, and My Fundraising Update…

Some interesting numbers from the PMC:

What It Takes to Feed PMC Riders & Volunteers

1,500 pounds of Teddie Peanut Butter

8,400 hamburgers

400 gallons of Legal Sea Foods clam chowder

15,000 bags of Cape Cod Potato Chips

115 watermelons

9,000 Kayem hot dogs and sausages

600 pounds of Cedar's Mediterranean Foods hummus and tabouli

30,000 servings of DripDrop ORS

70 kegs & 900 cases of Samuel Adams alcoholic and nonalcoholic beer

700 pounds of Little Leaf Farms greens

31,000 pounds of Hans Kissle salads including lobster salad, tuna salad, chicken salad, and tortellini salad

And much more!

My PMC Day 1

I know during the ride on Day 1 I estimate that I drank roughly 5 gallons of electrolyte enhanced water, including about a quart of Del's Frozen Lemonade at the 4th Water Stop. Afterwards I ate about 5 hot dogs, a cheeseburger, a couple slices of pizza, a Sam Adams beer, and countless Polar Black Cherry seltzers!

The start of Day one was relatively comfortable until about mile 70, then it started to heat up. From there it was hot & humid with temps in the low 90's.

That explains the 5 gallons I drank :-)

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etrangersvoyageant · 2 years ago

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Rewire, day 2

This day didn’t start as planned. In the afternoon, I saw a migraine attack coming and so I drank some water and laid down. This meant I was going to drop acts in favour of recovering, meaning I was missing Malibu, which was rather unfortunate, because I looked forward to see her live. Regardless, that’s the price of the sickness. So, unwilling to give up on the day I tried to sleep and after a few hours ate something before setting out. My head was still hurting, but I didn’t plan to stay long and had my eyes on some calm acts anyway.

I started with Morita Vargas, who wasn’t bad, but also felt she was and would still be developing her craft further. Her final last track was her best, the weaving of her vocals with the ethereal music worked well. It was a little Julee Cruise-esque.

Then, I had the choice to stay and see Godspeed You! Black Emperor, but I have already been fortunate to see a 3-hour set once and there’s so much more hear. So I went to Nwando Ebizie. She was anything but calm, but she was also a lot of fun. Having recently visited the Black Fantastic exhibition, I imagine she would fit right in. A vibrant singer with humor, sharing the popped corn with the audience to receive as a blessing and ending with a group dance in the middle of the crowd of whoever wanted to join.

Next were Infinity Knives & Brian Ennals. They fit right in with Run the Jewels when it comes to politics, but seemed to focus more on beats. Infinity Knives got to do some live messing around with electronics and Ennals in the meantime was just a menace on the mic, undermining religion, politics and whatever he didn’t like. Singing ‘All we want is some reparations’ to the tune of RHCP’s Californication (Death of a Constable), ‘Realize the American flag same colour as cop lights’ (Sambo’s Last Words) and ‘God is good, pussy is better’, finishing with A Melancholy Boogie and its disco-revival beat. Standing in the back was the right decision. The message reached me, the loudness not so much.

Following them, I went to Lucinda Chua in one of the churches. This location is beautiful and her music fit right in. She performed while Godspeed were still playing, so the place wasn't full, but that also meant that everyone who wanted to be there was there and it created a bond. The only sound the audience made was applause when songs ended. She sang, played the cello, while she was supported by an unnamed synthesizer player. For the last song she was also joined by Hatis Noit on the stage, making me regret a little to not have seen her, but alas choices and choices.

Then out again and off to Alto Arc. That was absolutely insane. This is a project consisting of a singer George Clarke (Deafhaven), a make-up artist Isamaya Ffrench and 2 producers. One is Trayer Tryon (Hundred Water), the other Danny L Harle, who has been making waves for a while now (collaborating with yeule and this On a Mountain remix lives rent-free in my mind).

Anyway, the show had a lot of theatrics with a lot of hard beats. Sound wise it reminded me of those darkwave-esque acts like Witch of the Vale, where the woman takes the high-pitched role and the man does the dusky growling. (I guess old CoF also works?) The electronic stuff reminded me a bit of Violet Cold and its crazy patterns. At some point Darle got the stage to himself and it seemed the room became a sonic witness account of a chain collision of crashed cars. As what we got to see, some sort of play about sacrifice, occultism and rapture? I’m not sure, sorry.

After that I took a breather and walked to Deena Abdelwahed’s venue. Now I mentioned scheduling conflicts before, here’s another: choosing Deena meant no Slikback and no Coucou Chloe (who were on at the same time at the same venue, so switching would be easier). However, I’ve been a big fan of Deena for years and getting the opportunity to see her live outweighed the others.

She was going to premier her new latest work and it didn’t disappoint. Her set was amazing and with help from her partner-in-crime Hamid, who occasionally picked up something like a sitar, they got the crowd moving. So yeah, by the sounds of it, there’ll be a great album coming to you… next year.

After that, I was done, it felt like I asked more than I could from my head. Yet the day after, here I am writing. Honestly, I’m amazed I saw as much as I did, but my head seemed to deal with it. Sometimes the pain just subsided (read: was drowned out by the music, it had no place to go). In the meantime I saw and spoke familiar and unfamiliar people, which sort of kept me busy. And being outside a lot helped too, the evening wasn’t cold, but it kept my head in check.

#live music diary #rewire #Deena Abdelwahed #Lucinda Chua #Infinity Knives & Brian Ennals #Alto Arc

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harveywritings92 · 3 years ago

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BNHA Vampire soulmate au: they feed off you for the first time.

They explain to you how blood tastes to them and enjoy a meal...

Tw: Blood drinking, heavy petting

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Hawks: It's been a year you and Keigo seem to be together, you've been talking about moving in together anywho, You got a paper cut and Keigo who was crashing at your placed smelled it from your living room, he nearly gave you a heart attack when you turned around to see him standing behind you, his gold eyes had red tinge as he eyed your finger like a like man who hasn't eaten in a week. "Ey, there I thought you've already had enough to drink today?" you were referring to the black and red sports bottle he'd brought with him. "I did, It's just- You have no Idea how hard I've been holding back, your blood it does something to me..." Keigo husked eyes locked on the crimson nectar dripping down your hand he was salivating and swallowed hard. "My blood...does it smell good?" you asked timidly.

The blond snapped out of his trance. "Petal, you smell like ripe strawberries and chocolate to me..." Keigo has already told you how smoker's blood smells and taste to him, well you now you were curious about non-smokers, and asked if blood type also has an effect on the blood's flavor? the winged vamp was happy to answer!

Smokers: Charcoal/moldy bread.

Drunks: depends on how drunk they are, it's somewhere between hard soda and hard wine or liquor.

Drug users: no idea, he says they smell like rotten eggs, and he's seen how loopy other vamps act after feeding on them and stays clear of them.

Sick/injured: He stays away from sick people but they smell like a cross between a hospital or a funeral home.

Virgins: sweet/tart like fruit-punch.

regular folks: like Sangria the fruitiness is still there but it's mixed with bitter wine .

"Blood types don't really change up the flavors, but I've noticed type As have a spice to them, Bs start off sour, and type Os are pretty mellow." You hummed very intrigued at what you were hearing then, noticed Keigo was still eyeing your finger, like a starved animal, you looked down at the cut then back Keigo and noticed his wings were tense and he was clenching his jaw, after some thought you sighed you held your hand out to him. "Go head before your jaw breaks" His wings bristled. "I'm not some desperate leech y'know." he huffed you shrugged and went to went to put a band-aid on, but Keigo stopped you.

"Let's not be hasty here..." He stammered out at you cocked a brow at him. "Yer really giving me mixed signals here." you huffed did he want your blood or not? " Um... Are you sure about this?" he said blush adoring his cheeks. "I'm just letting you suck my finger...Why are you acting like I just asked you to pop my cherry?" Keigo's face was as red as a cherry as you said this. "Because you essenually are..." He explained the big difference between mates and prey, on instinct he wouldn't give a crap about some rando he picked up off the street or whatever mystery pack the commission gives him, but you...

You're his soulmate, his fated one... and right now your pretty much telling him to make you his! He's not gonna stop at your finger, once he's had a taste he's going for your neck! And once he bites you that's it, you have his mark forever, You paused absorbing what the blond male just told you...Well, he hardly leaves you alone already might as well go all in? "Do it." Hawks's eyes were red now. "Come" he hissed sitting across from you and gesturing to sit in his lap.

You complied and watched Keigo warily as he brought your finger to his mouth, immediately you felt a shock go through you the second Keigo's tongue started lapping at the cut, he moaned tasting your blood for the first time. He was right you tasted every bit as sweet as he thought you would...*more...more...* his monster groaned euphorically he felt the cut on your finger close from his saliva's healing properties.

Keigo's eyes drifted towards your neck, You gasp feeling his grip on your hand tighten before his free hand found it's way behind your head, you tensed seeing Keigo's fangs elongate but before he could pierce your neck he smelled your distress.

His rough hold on you suddenly slacked and his hands lowered to your hips his thumbs gently rubbed you sides as he left little kisses and nip along your jaw before you calmed down enough to trust Hawks wasn't gonna tear your throat out. "Just relax." he cooed kissing you neck a couple more times like a countdown. one...two... three!

You tried not to scream as you felt his fangs pierce your neck, your fingers gripped his jacket as you felt yourself be drained... then like a switch had been slowly tuned the pain tuned into pleasure? moans started sneaking their out from your mouth which confused you, the blond vampire groaned in ecstasy at how rich your blood tasted with lust mixed in he buck his hips against you, after what seemed like hours Keigo's fangs finally retracted from your flesh and lap at the two holes he left on your neck, they sealed as you whimpered weakly Keigo just shushed and you. "It's alright kid, you did good" he cooed kissing your head as you started drifting out of consciousness.

When you woke up your head was pounding like a bad hangover Keigo was cradling you in his lap looking relieved and sheepish, he explained he went a little overboard with his drinking and venom dosing and you got drunk on him and passed out! you must've looked panicked cos Keigo assured you were completely fine, the venom isn't lethal... (To you anyways, one of the benefits of being a vampire's soulmate.) Though you might be a bit feverish and cranky for the next couple days.

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Dabi: You were on your period so yes Dabi's self restraint was breaking! you had no fucking idea what you blood was doing to him you smelled like a 5 star meal and all he could do was sit and drown in his own drool and watch you, like a hawk as you moaned and groaned about cramps and ruining your pajama shorts when you woke up this morning! a low growl escaped the faux raven haired vamp when he saw you toss out a bag with said aforementioned shorts, it took every nerve in him not to run after the garbage truck like a starved dog! before something you said snapped him out of his trance. "hn...What ya say?" he looked at you drinking his third pack of cow's blood.

"I asked if my blood smells good and what does it taste like?"

"I wouldn't know haven't tasted yours yet..."

"Well, what about anyone else's?"

"Why are you suddenly interested?"

You huffed "Sorry for wanting to know you..." and were about to tell him to forget it, when the the undead cremator spoke up. "Mocha mixed wit' something spicy like cinnamon or rum" he muttered not looking at you. Of course you cocked a brow now intrigued, now that that was out of the bag he might as well tell ya the rest.

Smokers: burnt rubber/earwax (eh, everyone was a kid once, had to know what that gunky crap in your ear tasted like.)

Drunks: Depends on how much they've drank, it could between hard water to straight up red wine.

Drug users: the one time he fed on one he thought they were just a pothead, but in turned out they had ate a few shrooms which made them kinda taste like... orange juice and black liquorice?... Honestly he can't give a straight answer, as he was too busy trippin out on another plain of existence to remember.

Sick/injured: doesn't feed off the sick, but they smell like a hospital or a morgue.

Virgins: like apples and honey

Regular folks: they taste like Apple cider.

Animal blood: kinda tastes like artificial cherry cough syrup, and he hates it!

"Then why do you drink it?" you gulped seeing his cerulean eyes flash red for a brief second as he locked eyes with you. "Why?...*growl* your standing in front of me smelling like a walking buffet and you have to gall ask me why I drinking this crap?!" he snapped crushing the blood pack in his hand as you started backing away, you were nervous that only fueled Dabi's sadistic side you learned early that he enjoyed agitating you via flashing his fangs, popping behind you out of seemingly nowhere, and faking you out.

I.E. making it seem like he was gonna bite you then blow air in your ears before walking away laughing at your reaction, something about putting you on edge and having your adrenaline pumping through your veins adds more "spice" to your scent, it happens so often that Dabi started noticing arousal was mixing in with your fear, you bet your ass he started mocking you for getting off on him scaring you.

Of course right now you weren't sure if he was seriously mad, or making fun of you again? He was not making fun of you again he was seriously pissed off, The nerve of you walking around asking him about useless crap, and offering him nothing in return! Dabi had you backed against a wall face buried in your shoulder you felt him sniffing you and flinched you felt him nipping along your neck, and like all the other times he's riled you he smelled that that little speck of arousal through the fear.

He let out a low chuckle causing you to to become fed up, you though he was screwing with you again! "Goddamm-.hm!" You were cut off by sharp yelp as Dabi's fang suddenly pierced your neck! oh god it hurt! you whimpered tried shoving Dabi off! he groaned pushing your back against the wall, suddenly your body felt weird... you moaned it was hot and and everything felt sensitive...

You barely registered Dabi lifting your legs up you instinctively wrapped them around his hips, he let out a low purr and his demeanor became less angry and forceful, his shoulders relaxed as his hands gently rubbed your legs, after what seemed like hours Dabi finally pulled away from your neck lapping at the pin holes he left on, he checked on you only to find you passed out his eye had a rare tenderness to them as he eyed your flushed appearance. "Well aren't you high maintenance." he cooed his thumb caressing you chin before taking you to bed.

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Bakugou: He didn't want say what you smelled like to him as it made him look soft, he finally cracks after more poking a prodding. "If I fucking do will you shut up and let me sleep?!" he hissed it was 8: 47 p.m. and he was tired which confused you, the sun was still out and you could hear kids playing in the streets outside. You heard a angry growl Katsuki's ears were pink. "S'mores...you smell like S'mores, happy?" he groaned when you started shaking him, no point in trying to sleep now that he's lit the fuse! He gave you the sum up of what blood tastes like to him.

Smokers: old news paper and figs.

Drug users: No clue stays clear of them, they smell like pickled eggs.

Drunks: Somewhere between hard water and flavored vodka.

Virgins: Why would you want to kno-... arhg! Coffee and vanilla!

Regular folks: Irish coffee and bitter mint.

Then you you started asking about blood types and what it was when he drank, Next thing you knew Katsuki let out this frustrated bellow! You yelped as he grabbed your wrists and pinned you under him. "You wanna know what it feels like?" you sheepishly mumbled a meek "yes" but the blonds red eyes narrowed. "Hah? say that again I couldn't hear ya?" he jeered trying to get you to use your voice, you repeated "Yes" again a bit more forceful as the ash blond unbuttoned the shirt he let you borrow exposing your neck to him.

Katsuki frowned he could smell your reluctance, then grumbled in annoyance as he recalled Shitty-hair's advice ""Take it slow, be gentle..."" He took a deep breath and carefully buried his face in you neck, You flinched expecting him to clamp down, giving how much you annoyed him, but to your surprise; Katsuki instead opted to started leaving kisses along your jaw and collar bone.

You bit back a moan when he found you sweet spot and causing Katsuki to smirk if wasn't so hungry and tired right now, he might've taken this much farther, but the mouthwatering scent of your blood calling him was too much to pass up. "I'm gonna do it" he husked as you nodded and with that, Katsuki's fangs pierced your neck.

You gasped in pain felling them puncture your skin as Katsuki grasped your hand, the blond groaned in euphoria your blood tasted every bit as rich and sweet as he thought it would, he could smell your discomforted and on instinct inject a doses of his venom into your bloodstream in minutes your blood's flavor intensified with added lust, your tiny moans and whimpers were music to his hears, soon his instincts were warning him stop.

Katsuki's fangs retracted he lapped at the punctures he left on your neck, before pulling away to look at you and snorted you were a flushed out mess. "That sate your curiosity?" he huffed fixing your shirt you tried to say something but were too exhausted to say anything tangible, the ash blond chuckled and settled down next to you for the night.

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#boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #bnha soulmate au #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami #Dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #bnha vampire au

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trashcanfanfics · 3 years ago

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Can I request the IMP team (separate) and Stolas with a reader on shark week?

Boop a doo :p

Gender not mentioned

Blitz:

*He hadn't seen you in about two days and was slightly worried

*Went to your place and saw you bundled up on the couch

*Asked you what you were doing and freaked out when you started crying

*You told him what was happening and he grabbed everything you said you needed

*Wouldn't let you get up and babied you the rest of the time

*Back massages and plenty of water and medicine

*You guys watch comedy to cheer you up and make sure you don't cry at emotional parts

*Gets you pads/tampons/anything you need for the situation down there with no care

*Whatever you need, he's there to get it

Loona:

*She smelled blood on you when you came over but didn't mention it because you didn't say anything

*Passed you some chocolates and a warm drink, to test the waters

*You thanked her normally and ate a few and drank the drink

*She decides to drop it and snuggled up into you

*You groaned and asked her to sit up, she did and that's when you told her

*She gets you pain pills and offers to be your heat pad (it's a one time offer but it's a for life purchase)

*You two cuddled up on the couch and basically satyed like that for the rest of the week

Millie:

*She knows when yours is because you guys synced up

*You both are bundled up on the couch and shouting angrily at the tv over some romantic drama movies

*The others know not to try and bother you two when the time comes because it can get violent

*You could be fine as can be and then somone just bumps into one of you and you have to hold the other back from throwing hands

*Pads and other essentials are always stocked two weeks before so you don't get caught off guard if it comes early

*Surprisingly enough y'all never get mad at each other during this time

Moxxie:

*He's got your cycle marked on his calender

*Has everything you need without you even asking

*Hands you what you need when you didn't even ask

*So in tune with your expressions and emotions so he knows whe to get you more pain meds or if he needs to step in to calm/comfort you

*Literally the best at massages and will break out the aromatic oils to make you feel better

*Attentive but understands when you want space

*Tons of cuddles if you want them

*He'd sing to you and run his hand through your hair if needed

Stolas:

*He knows when you're on it because he finds you in the kitchen raiding the fridge

*Helps you with your snacks and makes a nest of blankets and pillows

*Sets up the tv, gets you pain meds and heat pads

*Snuggles up with you and gets anything you want or need during the time

*He makes sure to put on your favorite movies and shows and reminds you that you have no other obligations to get to

*You are pampered in his spa like bathroom and everything is taken care of for you, you don't have to lift a finger

*Honestly, sometimes you forget he's royalty and you don't know how

#helluva boss x reader #blitzo x reader #loona x reader #millie x reader #moxxie x reader #stolas x reader #trashcan answers you

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pillage-and-lute · 4 years ago

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The Stars Are Not Wanted Now

Was this among my list of WIPs I posted recently? No. Not at all. Because it popped into my head fully formed and hurt my feelings so I decided to make it everyone’s problem.

TW: Believed character death (not real) ,grief, discussions of hallucinations.

Title cheerfully stolen from W. H. Auden’s Funeral Blues

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It took Geralt almost an hour to realize what he’d done. He’d sat and stewed and wished his tearducts would give him more catharsis than a handful of small drops. He wanted to sob, really cry, eyes red and face wet, but his body let him down. He stared for a while at the dirt. At the footprints in the dirt.

They weren’t his. They were from Jaskier’s stupid shiny boots. Impractical boots that gave him blisters, but he’d only had enough money for one pair and he needed ‘court boots’ apparently. And he was walking down the mountain in those silly boots and a doublet that wouldn’t keep him warm as the mountain air chilled with night and Geralt had just let him go. Geralt had made him go. He didn’t have any gear, they shared gear and Geralt had made him leave.

Geralt’s slow, witcher heart beat double time as he realized he might have murdered his bard.

Roach huffed at him for being gone so long but he shushed her and loaded her up as quickly as he could. He needed her, and Jaskier needed him.

Geralt followed the footprints like a bloodhound, eyes and senses searching, but his mind wandered behind. Their relationship was such an odd one, Jaskier always traveling ahead or staying behind. Bards needed audiences and witchers needed wilderness, but they were never more than a few days from eachother, and every town Geralt went into he could be sure Jaskier was there. There had been exceptions of course, when bardic festivals or court appointments swayed Jaskier’s path, but he always came back. It was down to the separate nature of Geralt’s Path, with the capital P, and Jaskier’s path. Bards traveled between towns, straight shots, rarely sleeping rough, so his bard didn’t need gear, and it would only slow him down. Witchers wandered, fighting a monster here, collecting potion ingredients there, and coming to towns only for contracts and coin.

Geralt’s eyes scanned every inch of the track, never missing the boot prints, noting the depth of them, the scent of sadness lingering. A human would have missed the single, red thread caught on a bush, the shade of Jaskier’s stupid, too thin doublet. Geralt��s fingers plucked it from a branch.

He remembered how, in the first years of their acquaintance, he’d watched the bard walk away each time, believing he’d never see him again. But Jaskier had always come back. He’d circle around or wait in the next tiny village, playing ditties for barmaids and he’d greet Geralt with a smile that struck something sensitive and previously well protected in Geralt’s chest. Slowly Geralt had started expecting Jaskier’s presence and those treasured smiles.

It had come with detriments, that was true, Jaskier talked so much Geralt wondered how he found the air and he was foppish and disinclined to wake before noon. It was just that, so slowly that Geralt didn’t know how it had happened, those faults found favor in Geralt’s eyes.

And now he’d told Jaskier he was a burden. That he wanted him gone. As Geralt had grown to treasure his bard he’d stopped expecting Jaskier would leave him and started fearing he would instead. Geralt had just been the creator of his own nightmares, doing to their friendship what wind, weather, time, and age could not.

That was the thing, Geralt thought as his eyes scanned the trail, near invisible in the dark. Age. Jaskier was forty at least. Crow’s feet, Yennefer had said. He would have to leave Geralt sooner or later, settle in some city and see him only if Geralt sought him out. The impending end to their precious routine rolled Geralt’s stomach and took over his thoughts. Now, though, well, how weak was a forty year old human? Strong enough to go down the mountain in the dark? It seemed so, which was frustrating. Geralt was going as fast as he could while tracking Jaskier’s every footstep, but even his magical eyes only saw so much in total darkness. Jaskier was hiking blind.

A new scent drifted to Geralt’s nose. Wolf. A mixture of fur and wilderness and wet dog.

And blood.

Geralt let go of Roach’s reigns, sprinting as best he could, letting his nose lead him. He could smell blood. He followed it into the trees, crashing through the brush, careless of the briars that tore at him. He didn’t even smell his own blood, it didn’t matter, he didn’t care. All his senses narrowed down to the smell of Jaskier’s blood and...

and his eyes saw red. a torn doublet,

Geralt lurched forward, hoping, praying that it didn’t mean what he knew it meant. He clutched the rags to him and he stumbled. His foot hit something.

A boot. A stupid, shiny boot and it reeked of blood. Geralt let it fall from numb fingers. A tiny beam of moonlight struggled down, gleaming dully off of leather. Geralt knelt before the instrument case, smelling blood on the strap, feeling the contours of it. When he lifted it it was heavy. Jaskier had died alone on a vicious mountainside, devoid of his beautiful doublet and his lute.

Geralt felt a puff of breath on the back of his head. Roach had followed after him, picking her way through the forest in the wake of his mad dash. He pressed his face into her mane and finally felt tears flood his cheeks. She settled beside him when he no longer had enough water to cry and he just stayed there, knelt between tree roots and bushes, cradling the lute and a scrap of doublet that still smelled like chamomile.

He didn’t move until dawn.

When the runny light of morning came Geralt just moved on. Whatever had happened to Jaskier’s body, he couldn’t see it. Of course the bard deserved a proper burial, and Geralt cursed his weakness all the way down the mountain, but there mightn’t be much of Jaskier left to find. Geralt felt sure that if he saw his friend like that he’d simply lay down next to him and die too.

He already felt like he might.

Geralt moved on, physically. He moved around, slinging Jaskier’s lute up with his saddlebags. He wandered between towns and fought monsters, going north in a roundabout way. Going home.

Kaer Morhen was going to be cold that year, it always was, and Jaskier was never there, but without the hope of Jaskier’s smile in the spring the cold seemed to have taken residence in his soul.

Geralt wasn’t eating well. He couldn’t bring himself to do more than chew a few pieces of dried meat. He drank a lot and didn’t sleep and took too many risks when fighting monsters. It was foolish, he knew, it was how witchers died, getting sloppy like that. He did it anyway. And on the rare nights he did sleep, he clutched the tattered piece of doublet. The chamomile scent was slowly fading and Geralt feared when it left entirely. It and the doublet were all he had.

In light of all of this, Geralt wasn’t that surprised when he finally lost it. He heard music in a tavern and it sounded like Jaskier. Every bard sounded like Jaskier now. There were no instruments, just an achingly familiar voice. Of course, Geralt still had the lute.

When he walked into the tavern and saw a bard turn, saw Jaskier smile wide at him, Geralt didn’t even flinch. His medallion was still on his chest. This was no ghost, he had simply lost his mind.

Geralt sat at the bar without looking away from the apparition, and his heart swelled as it sauntered towards him. Jaskier looked so lifelike, so alive. There wasn’t a scratch on him. He was exactly the bard Geralt remebered, no crows feet to be seen. He was dressed in blue, not unlike when they had first met. Geralt’s heart twisted as he remebered all things he’d said, and, even worse, the things he hadn’t. His heart was thundering in his ears, blood rushing, everything else tuned out. It didn’t matter that Geralt had gone crazy, Jaskier was here and so beautiful and Geralt loved him so much that it hurt.

“Mind if I join you?” The hallucination said. Geralt just stared. He wasn’t going to talk to it, there were enough rumors about witchers without the townsfolk knowing he was crazy.

“C’mon, now, Geralt,” the faux Jaskier said. “You wouldn’t keep a man with bread in his pants waiting.”

Geralt just stared as the bard pulled a half-eaten roll from his pocket and winked. The hallucination stopped smiling, shoulders slumping. “I’ll go,” it said.

“Stay,” Geralt whipsered immediately. He was alright with going crazy because this last bit of comfort was so tantalizing, so real Geralt could almost reach out and touch. “Please,” he said, even quieter. “I’m sorry.”

Jaskier beamed and sat and ate and Geralt wondered idly who the bartender served in place of the man he knew couldn’t be there.

Geralt had thought the hallucination would be gone in the morning, but the vision of Jaskier was standing by Roach the next day, a travel bag over one shoulder. Okay, Geralt’s brain was in it for the long haul. Fine, but there had to be rules. That momentary weakness last night couldn’t happen again. He needed to get to Kaer Morhen soon if he wanted to beat the snows and there could be no distractions. So, no talking to the bard.

It was very hard not to talk to the hallucination. It traipsed and danced and prodded and teased, but when it got not even a hum in response the exhuberance dimmed. That was horrible. Geralt didn’t need the reminder that he’d hurt Jaskier’s feelings, he’d already killed him. The proof was walking right beside him.

Something in Geralt felt healed, though. It was why he didn’t try to fix this. Having Jaskier, even if it wasn’t real, was nice. He wondered what would happen if he reached out and kissed the bard. It was his hallucination after all. The thought, though, that he would reach out to Jaskier, who looked so real and alive, and feel nothing but air....Geralt would rather go through the trials again. It would be like losing Jaskier all over.

One night, when the hallucination reached out for the instrument strung on Roach’s saddle Geralt tensed. Some part of him believed that if this shade of Jaskier was reunited with his beloved lute he’d go, dissappear and leave Geralt all alone again. He didn’t, of course. This wasn’t a spirit, Jaskier wasn’t tied to this realm by the lute. He was a figment of Geralt’s tortured mind.

He played Toss a Coin and Her Sweet Kiss. As far as Geralt knew, Jaskier hadn’t finished the latter, but his imagination finished it anyway. It hurt to hear Jaskier singing about love unrequited, it was obviously about Yennefer but that...that wasn’t Geralt’s love. Geralt’s love had be eaten by a mountain. Red sky at dawning, Geralt had had enough of red. It didn’t put him in mind of Yennefer’s lips or of rubies or harpies or anything else, but Jaskier’s doublet, the scrap still hidden in Geralt’s bags, and some words. “See you around, Geralt”

The apparition continued to play, but Geralt turned his face away. Maybe this was torturing him for killing his only blessing.

At the crossroads of the northern mountains Geralt paused. He had been walking besde Roach, resting her for the trek up the Killer, with Jaskier’s lute across the saddlebags and his hallucination trailing along behind. This was where Jaskier always parted from him in the autumn, and the hallucination stepped forward, reaching toward the lute on Roach’s back. Geralt felt ice down his spine.

His hallucination was going to leave, of course it was, Geralt had never brought Jaskier to the keep, but to be there all winter without this small, fake comfort would kill him.

Geralt wrapped his hand around the lute strap, ready to pull it from the nonexistant fingers of his dead companion. “No,” he said.

He slung the lute over his shoulder and walked toward the Killer, praying that his failing mind wouldn’t choose now to become sane. To his relief, the hallucination followed.

On the way to the keep the vision changed into a warmer cloak and gloves and Geralt marveled at the detail. He wondered if he wasn’t dead himself, or asleep and simply dreaming, but he kept going up the trail, hearing the crunch of Jaskier’s shiny boots on frost. The vision talked and Geralt loved its voice and cursed the sound.

Night was falling when they reached the gate of the keep, and Geralt could see three lit lanterns, one for each brother and another for Vesemir. He paused, watching the lights come closer. He drew a breath, in through his nose, smelling pine and chamomile, out through his mouth. He couldn’t let the others know. He had to pretend that the ghost of all his regrets wasn’t doggin his steps. He flexed his fingers on the strap of the lute.

“Don’t just stand there, idiot, get in here, it’s cold,” Lambert called. Eskel smiled at Geralt and took Roach’s reigns, cooing to her as Geralt followed Vesemir and Lambert into the hall.

The fire was lit and warmth seeped into Geralt’s numb fingers and toes. Vesemir raised an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you going to introduce your guest?”

“What?”

“Vesemir shook his head. “Gods almighty, Geralt, I didn’t raise you boys with much manners but I thought you had some.” Then Vesemir turned to where the vision of Jaskier stood. “You Geralt’s bard?” he asked.

“There’s no one there, Ves,” Geralt hazarded.

Vesemir scowled at him. “Stupid prank to play on your old teacher. Never get an apprentice, lad, they’ll take your sanity and all your time.” That last part wasn’t aimed at Geralt. It was like someone had poured fire into Geralt’s veins.

“You can see him too?” he asked, quietly.

“What game are you--” Vesemir began, but Jaskier’s eyes had gone soft with understanding.

“Oh, Geralt,” he whispered.

Geralt stretched out one shaking hand and caressed his bard’s chilly cheek. Jaskier leaned his face into it and brushed a kiss against the palm. “I’m so sorry, dear heart,” he said, stepping closer to Geralt and wrapping his arms around his neck. “I should have known something was off.”

“You were dead,” Geralt said into the crook of his neck. “There was blood and your doublet was shredded, and you left your lute behind.”

“You truly thought...all this time? Geralt, I thought you knew,” Jaskier said, warm breath brushing Geralt’s ear. To his surprise, Geralt was crying, tiny, bare tears and shoulders shaking.

“Knew you were alive?”

“That too, but dearest, I’m a changeling, on the mountain I...I was so sad I just wanted to run away, and I was so tired, so I became a wolf.”

“Changeling...you’re fae?”

“Only half,” Jaskier said. “Or less, I’m not sure, but I can change into all the animal of the forest.”

“You never have.”

“It’s a painful feeling and you can’t play a lute with wings or paws but I was overwhelmed so I just...oh darling I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to think--”

“I smelled blood.”

“My boots, you told me to buy the practical ones, but I didn’t listen.”

Geralt pressed his forehead against Jaskier’s and felt the warmth of him. “You’re alive,” he said. “You’re real and you’re alive.”

“You thought all this time I was a ghost?”

“A hallucination,” Geralt said. “A good dream, or torture for killing my...”

“Killing your what, darling?”

“Killing my love. Letting my greatest blessing be taken from my hands. I thought it was penance, my love.”

Jaskier leaned in and kissed Geralt softly. His lips were soft and perfect and too chapped to be a dream. His breath tasted like the jerky they’d eaten on the trail and it was real. When he pulled away Geralt leaned back in and kissed him again.

“Nothing I said on the mountain was true,” he mumbled against dry lips. “Not a word. I love you more than life itself.”

“I love you too,” Jaskier said. “And I won’t leave again, not even if you tell me to.”

“I won’t,” Geralt said. “Never again.”

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My One And Only - Chapter 24

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Sorry for making you wait a while for a short-ish chapter, I was sick and just wasn’t in the mood to write. I’ll try to write more often, I mean it!

Upon reaching her own rooftop, Ladybug de-transformed, leaving a tired Marinette where the spotted heroine once was. Tikki floated over to her desk to get a cookie before making herself comfortable next to Plagg, who was asleep. Marinette kissed her fingers and placed them on the red kwami's head before climbing into her own bed. Not bothering to stifle her yawn, Marinette pulled the covers over her cold body, almost instantly falling into a pleasant slumber.

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“Marinette! Your alarm has been going off for five minutes!” Marinette forced herself out of her bed at the sound of her mother’s voice.

“Coming Maman!” She tiredly shouted down the stairs. The girl turned her alarm off and made her way to the bathroom. After a warm shower she made her way back to her room, surprised to find her clothes already picked out. “Thank you, Tikki!”

The red kwami smiled at her owner. “Maybe no midnight runs tonight? You seem pretty tired this morning.” Marinette chuckled.

“Right, no midnight runs for tonight. Sorry Plagg.” The black kwami made his way over to Tikki as Marinette got changed.

“Shame, it would’ve been nice if you tried my miraculous out again.” Plagg said as Marinette was brushing her hair.

“No time for pigtails, I’ll just leave it down.” Marinette mumbled to herself. She grabbed her purse and opened it. “Alright, let’s go.” The two kwamis flew inside and Marinette closed her purse. Grabbing her backpack, Marinette made her way downstairs where her mother was waiting.

“Good morning, Marinette.” Sabine said as her daughter sat down, handing her a plate of croissants.

“Yum, thank you Maman.” Marinette ate the pastries quickly and drank her glass of water just as fast. She then placed her dishes in the sink and grabbed the backpack she had put down earlier. “Bye Maman!”

Marinette raced downstairs. “Have a good day at school Marinette!” Her father called as she ran past.

“Thank you Papa! Bye Papa!” Marinette opened the front door and ran towards the crossing. Unfortunately it was a red light for her, so she had to stand and wait. She realised that this was the crossing where she and Master Fu first met, when she saved him from an oncoming car. There were less people around this time, either staying home out of fear of Akumas, moving to some of the lesser populous areas of Paris, or leaving Paris entirely, moving to other places in France. Wistfully, she let the memories replay in her head, inwardly chuckling as it seems she hasn’t changed much since then. ‘I wonder how Master Fu is doing now?’

Then the pedestrian light turned green and she rushed down the cross walk to her school doors. She only just made it, the bell rang the moment she set foot on the school premises. Marinette sprinted to Mlle Bustier’s classroom, only just making it on time. She found that everyone, except Mlle Bustier, was there. She sat down next to Alya.

“You made it just on time girl.” Alya whispered to her, Mlle Bustier just walked into the classroom. Marinette stifled a giggle.

“I’m trying to get better.” She whispered back. The vermillion-haired teacher then began to take registration. Marinette and Alya exchanged a few words here and there, keeping their voices down so that way no one else could hear them.

Once Mlle Bustier had finished the register, she started the lesson. Marinette didn’t exactly pay attention to her teacher as she realised the Mlle Bustier was teaching a specific subject that Marinette knew off by heart, so the bluenette tuned her out. Even when Mlle Bustier asked her a question, Marinette answered with 100% accuracy. So much so that Marinette herself was impressed at her own words. ‘Maybe I am getting smarter’ she thought to herself. Until she reached Mlle Mendeleiev’s science class and she was handed a pop quiz paper. ‘Never mind’

Then, lunch time came around and she handed Mlle Mendeleiev her paper before leaving the classroom, waiting for her friends.

“I hate pop quizzes.” Alya groaned as she met Marinette outside the classroom.

“Me too babe” Nino sighed, linking both his and his girlfriend’s hands together.

“I hope I didn’t fail.” Adrien chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“We’ll just have to wait and find out.” Chloe shrugged. “Now let’s go get some food.”

Marinette smiled and the friend group made their way to the cafeteria, grabbing their food before sitting down on one of the available tables. Alya and Nino sat on one side of the table, Chloe sat on the end and Marinette and Adrien sat next to each other. They didn’t think much of the seating plan, but someone else did.

Lila glanced over at their table from hers, her other classmates were so kindly bringing the brunette her food after she had told them that her ‘arthritis’ was acting up. This gave her time to observe her other classmates, the ones who refused to listen to her. Lila begrudgingly admired them for not falling into her pit of lies, but none of the others believed them, thankfully. What caught Lila’s attention was the fact that Marinette didn’t seem to be displaying romantic affection towards Adrien, like she had done many times before. ‘Maybe she doesn’t like him in that way anymore.’ Lila thought, a victorious smirk coming across her face. Though Lila hate to admit it, Marinette is a dangerous person to be enemies with. The bluenette could easily have her exposed with the right evidence, not like she could get said evidence anyway. Still, Lila would have to be careful around her. At least she didn’t have to compete with her for Adrien anymore.

“Aren’t they cute?” Rose’s high pitch voice caught Lila’s attention. The brunette turned to the shorter girl, a smile on her face as she thanked the blonde for bringing her food.

“Who?” Lila asked, biting the apple on her tray.

“Marinette and Adrien!” Rose stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Lila avoided choking on the apple as she heard Rose’s words.

“What makes you say that?” Lila questioned, her voice sickly sweet. The rest of the class now sat at her table.

“Well she’s comfortable talking to him, much more than she was before.” Rose pointed out and as much as Lila didn’t want to accept it, she had a point. “They’re such a cute couple!” Rose squealed.

Lila smiled through gritted teeth, “They sure are!” Then Marinette stood up and left the cafeteria, seemingly to use the bathroom. “I’ll be right back, I need to use the bathroom” Lila left before they could say anything else and went downstairs to where the bathrooms are. She opened the door and saw Marinette, washing her hands by the sink.

“Oh, hello Lila. I didn’t hear you come in.” Marinette beamed once she had finished washing her hands, her voice a forced sweet tone.

“Hey Marinette.” Lila replied, her voice in the same sickly sweet tone. Deciding to forget the fake greetings, Lila frowned. “You seemed very close to Adrien just then.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “What are you trying to suggest?”

Lila’s frown deepened. “I’m not blind, Marinette, I told you to back off of him. He’ll never love you.”

“So that’s what this is about?” Marinette sighed. “Look Lila, I’m not interested in Adrien anymore, I stopped having a crush on him for a while now.”

“I’m not empty-headed, Marinette. And this isn’t about some boy.” Lila crossed her arms, her anger getting control of her.

“Then what is it about, Lila?” Marinette inquired, her gaze hardening. “What is so important to you that you have to lie to others and make false promises to get it?” She stepped forward towards the brunette.

“As if I’d tell you.” Lila scoffed, copying Marinette’s movements and taking a step forward. “My goal is none of your concern, and I’ll do anything to reach it, even if it means lying to others.”

“What you’re doing is much worse than lying, Lila, you’re manipulating them!” Marinette raised her voice.

“What they don’t know, won’t hurt.” Lila seethed, turning and leaving the restroom, leaving Marinette there alone. The bluenette only had to wait a few moments before the door opened again, this time it was Alya instead of the lying snake.

“You got everything?” Marinette asked her best friend.

In response, Alya held her phone up high, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Every word.” The bespectacled girl put her phone in her pocket. “Lie-la won’t know what hit her.”

Marinette high-fived her best friend. “Let’s go back to lunch.”

“Right behind you girl.”

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Bruce and Tim sat in the meeting room, they were joined by a few of their managers. They called the meeting to begin preparations for the internship competition, they had all collectively agreed to the competition.

“I can get someone from my department to handle the scheduling for the winning class’ stay.” Someone on the table mentioned. Tim nodded.

“Yes that would be appreciated. The first week will be when the internship part of the program takes place, the first half of the second week they can attend Gotham Academy and the second half will be gifted to them as free days.” Tim stated, finishing with a small sip of his coffee.

“There will be a period of time before the internship week begins, during this time they shall tour around Gotham and learn about our cities’ history. The end of the trip will be scheduled after the winning class is chosen.” Bruce added on.

The people in the room nodded their heads. “I’ll start handling the advertising after this meeting.” Someone else told the CEOs. “When do you want to announce the competition?”

“As soon as possible, preferably when all arrangements can be done and put on standby for the winning class.” Tim told the team.

“If there is anything else anyone would wish to add on?” Bruce asked, his classic billionaire smile on his face. Everyone shook their heads. “Excellent, this meeting is now over.” At his words, all the managers in the room stood up, took their documents and made their way out of the room. Bruce and Tim were the only ones left.

“Well that’s completed.” Tim sighed, gulping his coffee down. “How will we make sure that the winners are from Paris?”

“From the perspective of the Parisians, this will be a good opportunity for them, considering that the villain in Paris is an emotionally based one.” Bruce stated, putting a pen that had fallen from a pen holder back. “They’ll be able to properly express themselves without fear of being turned into a monster. Statically it’s more safe for them too, all the usual criminals are locked up in Arkham, and the chances of being attacked by an Akuma are much higher than having one of them break out.”

The Co-CEO nodded, “It’s more or less impossible for everyone in Paris to be feeling positive, meaning that there will be many requests from there. So do we up the expectations in the submissions?” Tim inquired.

Bruce shook his head. “The team will be given the same checklist, the works will be given to many judges until they reach Lucius. He already knows that we’re looking for pieces specifically from Paris so he’ll search for those exclusively and pass the best ones onto us. He’ll also receive the ones that were approved by others.” As he was saying this, both him and Tim were walking out of the meeting room side by side.

“And if none of the entries from Paris make it that far?” Tim asked once more, making sure to think of many situations that they could swerve around.

“Then we’ll choose the best one from the ones we were received.” Bruce affirmed, stopping himself from walking as Tim went to refill his cup. Once he returned, Bruce spoke up again. “We’ll be sure to make it fair next year.”

Tim hummed. “Usually there would be a charity gala at the end of the trip, is that still happening?” The blue-eyed man took another sip from his coffee, shrugging when his adoptive father raised an eyebrow and sighed.

“Under normal circumstances, yes, but I figured since we need information, it would be best to invite them for dinner one night, that way we can interrogate them under the impression of mere curiosity.” Bruce reached his office doors.

“Yeah that will work.” Tim murmured, his eyes fixed on the coffee cup. He then turned his attention to his adoptive father. “I’ll see you later then, Bruce.”

Bruce nodded. “Have a good day, Tim.” The billionaire watched as his adoptive son walked away to his office, before entering his own.

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The school day had finished, many have gone home and the sky was beginning to darken. Adrien sat on one of the chairs in Mayor Bourgeois’s hotel, waiting for Chloe to come back. She had offered to get them both drinks and snacks, luckily his father gave him permission to come to her place. Recently there was a thought in the back of his mind, he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it so this visit was in his favour, Adrien wanted to talk to Chloe about it.

“Alright I’ve got us some snacks and drinks.” Chloe said as she arrived, tray in hand. She put it down on a side table that was in between her’s and Adrien’s chair. “Help yourself.”

Chloe took one of the drinks from the tray while Adrien took one of the croissants. He nibbled on it, trying to prolong the conversation as much as possible. However, he was much more hungrier than he expected. Adrien finished the croissant in mere minutes. Stopping himself from taking another one, Adrien sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Chloe asked, placing her drink down.

“You know what you told me a while ago?” Adrien scratched the back of his neck. Chloe raised one eyebrow in confusion, causing him to elaborate. “When you said that Marinette was your lesbian awakening?”

“Her and Kagami, but yeah, why’d you ask?” Chloe looked patiently at her friend.

“How… how did you know for sure that you’re into girls?” Adrien hesitantly asked, trying to find the right words.

Chloe hummed, taking a sip from her drink. “Well first I thought I had a crush on you, but you seemed close like family. I guess it sort of hit me after I started blushing whenever I thought of Marinette. And after I could see myself dating Kagami.” Chloe shrugged. “Why’d you ask?”

Adrien took a deep breath. “I did have a crush on Marinette, but I also had a thing for Luka.”

“Really?” Chloe seemed quite chill, from what Adrien could see. Adrien let out a breath of relief.

“Yeah, I also find Damian kind of attractive… He’s good looking true BUT! I don’t have a crush on him, so don’t tell tell Mari.” Adrien huffed, taking another croissant from the tray.

Chloe giggled. “Don’t worry I won’t tell her. Also,” She leaned forward. “Am I the first person you’ve told this too?” After a while, Adrien nodded. “I’m happy that you can trust me Adrien and don’t worry, I will never judge you, none of us will.”

“My father will.” Adrien mumbled, nibbling on the pastry.

“Well if he does, I’ll bring my wrath onto him. My mother will too.” Chloe placed her hand on Adrien’s shoulder in a comforting gesture. “Don’t let others choose who you love, Adrien, only you can do that.”

“Thank you, Chloe”, Adrien smiled at his friend.

“Any time.” She smiled back before reaching for her drink today. “By the way, what did you get on question 4 on the quiz earlier?”

Adrien ran the memory through his head. “I got… sodium bromine.”

Chloe shot him a confused look. “I got the number two.”

“Did… did you even read the question?” Adrien asked, bewildered while trying not to offend the blonde.

“Yeah I did, doesn’t mean I understood it.” Chloe murmured. Adrien laughed in good humour, Chloe joined in. He would have finished nearly all of the croissants, if Chloe didn’t steal the last one. But Adrien didn’t really mind, he didn’t get much time to spend with his friends nowadays, so he cherished every moment. Even if he did want that croissant.

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