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Greetings Xi Jinping Cyril Ramaphosa,

PARAMILITARY FINANCING

Military Payments

Security Operations (SercOps) Payment: $150,000 yearly salary: Receives $100,000 salary; the other $50,000 is used for a branch-managed investment portfolio and investment trust

Discharge Payment: $75,000 yearly salary for Armoured Car Guard and Driver, Receives $50,000 salary; other $25,000 is used for branch-managed investment portfolio and investment trust

Military Funding: Bioeconomy Agriculture Central Hedge Fund Equity Given, Offshore Aquaculture Trade School Army Civilians Military Retirement Planning

Payment is in Fixed Currency

SOCIOECONOMIC STATUS DEVELOPMENT CONFLICT PREVENTION AND RECONSTRUCTION (CPR) UNIT CENTERS

China as the Corporate Sponsor for Haipai Sociocultural Theory of Development: Driver’s Licenses, Real Estate Identification, Culinary Arts, Options Trading with Japanese Candlesticks, Real Estate Economic and Finance-Construction Engineering, M & A Schools (Mergers and Acquisitions) & Retirement-preparatory School

Cross-Curriculum

STEM education is the cross-curricular study of science, technology, engineering, and mathematics, and the application of those subjects in real-world contexts.

Studying Style

I use Interleaving Studying for Generalist Kinaesthetic Learners.

Transition to Interleaving Studying: Online PowerPoint Presentation, Video Essays, Case Studies & Meta-analyses over Books to present Information as a country, Less Paper Use, Courses on Different PowerPoint Studying Styles, Make country a Business & Finance Culture and Technological Advanced, Overview at Beginning; Program Learning Concept Check During Quizzes at the End for Courses, Spaced Learning on concept checks before exiting the course.

A great example of when to use interleaving is sports, for instance, tennis. Instead of just practicing backhands in one session, you can interleave backhands, forehands, and volleys to get increased results. Another great example can be found in science classes, where interleaving math, physics, and chemistry, for example, can provide you with an advanced understanding of all 3 fields.

Spaced learning is a learning method in which highly condensed learning content is repeated three times, with two 10-minute breaks during which distractor activities such as physical activities are performed by the students. It is based on the temporal pattern of stimuli for creating long-term memories reported by R. Douglas Fields in Scientific American in 2005.

Spacing boosts learning by spreading lessons and retrieval opportunities out over time so learning is not crammed all at once. By returning to content every so often, students' knowledge has had time to rest and be refreshed.

The two concepts are similar but essentially spacing is revision throughout the course, whereas interleaving is switching between ideas while you study. Although interleaving and spacing are different interventions, the two are linked because interleaving inherently introduces spacing. These two concepts will create student-athletes

The best part about interleaving is that it is almost a universal aid in learning

Evidence suggests that spaced practice is more effective for long-term retrieval.

Interleaving Studying forces the brain to continually retrieve because each practice attempt is different from the last, so rote responses pulled from short-term memory won’t work.

Multiple choice test is an example of measuring retrieval by A. reconstruction. B. recognition.

Chess

Increasing Intelligence: Fluid and crystallized intelligence are constructs originally conceptualized by Raymond Cattell. The concepts of fluid and crystallized intelligence were further developed by Cattell and his former student John L. Horn. Crystallized intelligence. This refers to your vocabulary, knowledge, and skills. Crystallized intelligence typically increases as you get older. Fluid intelligence, also known as fluid reasoning, fluid intelligence is your ability to reason and think abstractly. Fluid intelligence refers to basic processes of reasoning and other mental activities that depend only minimally on prior learning (such as formal and informal education) and acculturation. Horn notes that it is formless, and can "flow into" a wide variety of cognitive activities Tasks measuring fluid reasoning require the ability to solve abstract reasoning problems. Examples of tasks that measure fluid intelligence include figure classifications, figural analyses, number and letter series, matrices, and paired associates. Crystallized intelligence refers to learned procedures and knowledge. It reflects the effects of experience and acculturation. Horn notes that crystallized ability is a "precipitate out of experience," resulting from the prior application of fluid ability that has been combined with the intelligence of culture. Examples of tasks that measure crystallized intelligence are vocabulary, general information, abstract word analogies, and the mechanics of language.

Bullet Chess: The rules for bullet chess aren't different from those of a regular chess game. Bullet chess refers to games played with time controls that are faster than 3 minutes per player. The most popular forms of bullet chess are 1|0 (one minute with no increment per player) or 2|1 (two minutes with a one-second increment per player). Increment (also known as bonus and Fischer since former World Chess Champion Bobby Fischer patented this timing method)—a specified amount of time is added to the players main time each move, unless the player's main time ran out before they completed their move.

Chess Benefits: It has been suggested by different scientists that chess involves, and possibly boosts, cognitive abilities such as working memory, fluid intelligence, and concentration capacity. Besides, chess may be beneficial for mathematical ability and, more widely, academic achievement by enhancing concentration and problem-solving skills.

Life-History Strategy

Life history theory posits that behavioral adaptation to various environmental (ecological and/or social) conditions encountered during childhood is regulated by a wide variety of different traits resulting in various behavioral strategies. Unpredictable and harsh conditions tend to produce fast life history strategies, characterized by early maturation, a higher number of sexual partners to whom one is less attached, and less parenting of offspring. Unpredictability and harshness not only affects dispositional social and emotional functioning, but may also promote the development of personality traits linked to higher rates of instability in social relationships or more self-interested behavior. Similarly, detrimental childhood experiences, such as poor parental care or high parent-child conflict, affect personality development and may create a more distrustful, malicious interpersonal style. The aim of this brief review is to survey and summarize findings on the impact of negative early-life experiences on the development of personality and fast life history strategies. By demonstrating that there are parallels in adaptations to adversity in these two domains, we hope to lend weight to current and future attempts to provide a comprehensive insight of personality traits and functions at the ultimate and proximate levels.

The Savant Skills Curriculum

Savant gifts, or splinter skills, may be exhibited in the following skill areas or domains: memory, hyperlexia (ie, the exceptional ability to read, spell and write), art, music, mechanical or spatial skill, calendar calculation, mathematical calculation, sensory sensitivity, athletic performance, and computer ability. These skills may be remarkable in contrast to the disability of autism, or may be in fact prodigious when viewed in relation to the non-disabled person.

Learning Centers

Enrichment centers require you to be aware of your students' learning styles (Kinesthetic) as well as their knowledge about a topic. The enrichment center can provide individual students with varied activities or combination of activities that differ from those pursued by other students. As such, the center becomes an individualized approach to the promotion of the topic.

Skill Centers Skill centers are typically used at the elementary level, more so than at the secondary level. Students may work on math facts, phonics elements, or other tasks requiring memorization and/or repetition.

Interest and Exploratory Centers: Interest and exploratory centers differ from enrichment and skill development centers in that they are designed to capitalize on the interests of students. They may not necessarily match the content of the textbook or the curriculum; instead they provide students with hands-on experiences they can pursue at their own pace and level of curiosity. These types of centers can be set up throughout the classroom, with students engaging in their own selection of activities during free time, upon arrival in the morning, as a “free-choice” activity during the day, or just prior to dismissal. These centers allow students to engage in meaningful discoveries that match their individual interests.

Programmed Learning

The way a teaching machine works is: It asks you a question. If you give the right answer, it goes on to the next question. If you give the wrong answer, it tells you why the answer is wrong and tells you to go back and try again. This is called "programmed learning".

Programmed learning, educational technique characterized by self-paced, self-administered instruction presented in logical sequence and with much repetition of concepts. Programmed learning received its major impetus from the work done in the mid-1950s by the American behavioral psychologist B.F.

Exploratory Learning (Singapore Field Trips)

The Choice Theory Culture:

Is an expected way of being or living

Encourages positive choices which lead to healthy relationships

Is relationship based and collaborative

Is not about controlling behavior, rather promoting personal responsibility

Carol Dweck's Growth Mindset Theory

Growth Mindset: “In a growth mindset, people believe that their most basic abilities can be developed through dedication and hard work—brains and talent are just the starting point. This view creates a love of learning and a resilience that is essential for great accomplishment. With a growth mindset, students continually work to improve their skills, leading to greater growth and ultimately, success. The key is to get students to tune into that growth mindset.

Dweck writes, “In the fixed mindset, everything is about the outcome. If you fail—or if you’re not the best—it’s all been wasted. The growth mindset allows people to value what they’re doing regardless of the outcome. They’re tackling problems, charting new courses, working on important issues. Maybe they haven’t found the cure for cancer, but the search was deeply meaningful,” (Dweck, 2015).

Poker as Intro to Portfolio Building

Famous Fund Managers who played Poker

Steven A. Cohen (born June 11, 1956) is an American hedge fund manager and owner of the New York Mets of Major League Baseball since September 14, 2020, owning roughly 97.2% of the team. He is the founder of hedge fund Point72 Asset Management and now-closed S.A.C. Capital Advisors, both based in Stamford, Connecticut. Cohen grew up in Great Neck, New York, where his father was a dress manufacturer in Manhattan's garment district, and his mother was a piano teacher. He is the third of seven brothers and sisters. He took a liking to poker as a high school student, often betting his own money in tournaments, and credits the game with teaching him "how to take risks." Cohen graduated from John L. Miller Great Neck North High School in 1974, where he played on the school's soccer team. Cohen received an economics degree from the Wharton School at the University of Pennsylvania in 1978. While in school, Cohen was initiated as a brother of Zeta Beta Tau fraternity's Theta chapter where he served as treasurer. While in school, a friend helped him open a brokerage account with $1,000 of his tuition money.

Carl Icahn is one of the most recognisable and successful investors in the world, having far outperformed the market on an annualised basis since 1968; at a rate which, by some measures, has him ahead of Warren Buffett. Carl Icahn was born on the 16th February 1936 in Queens, New York. It was a beach neighbourhood and a poor area. His mother was a pianist, but dropped her dreams of pursuing it as a career and instead chose a more stable job as a school teacher. His father also became a substitute teacher. As you may expect with both parents involved in education, Carl was extremely studious. At high school, he didn’t involve himself in many activities such as sports and clubs, instead he had set himself the big goal of making it to an Ivy League university; something most people in his area had no chance of doing. His teacher didn’t even think it was worth him applying, but this made him even more determined to be different. He had a mind-set that he wanted to be the best at everything. Icahn’s parents said they would only pay for university if he got into one of the top Ivy League universities. Although no one thought he stood a chance, he managed to enrol at Princeton University and studied philosophy as his major. His parents fulfilled their promise and paid for his Princeton fees but couldn’t stretch to anything else such as his accommodation or food. Instead, Carl got himself a summer job at a Cabana club in his neighbourhood to fund his living costs. It was at the Cabana club that he learnt how to play poker and joined in the games regularly. He says at the start he didn’t know how to play, but then he read 3 poker books in 2 weeks and became the best player there, taking home huge winning each summer. He says: “To me, it was a big game, big stakes. Every summer I won about $2,000, which was like $50,000 back in the ‘50s”

Brain Training: How Regular Poker Play Could Help Soccer Stars Succeed: An athlete’s brain is their most vital organ. It controls how the body functions, and it needs to be cultivated and disciplined just like the muscles do. Those in the industry are constantly searching for new ways to help soccer players get their heads in the game, and it turns out that poker can help immensely. By sharpening cognitive function, increasing social awareness, and improving mental endurance, poker enables athletes to rise to the occasion for peak performance on the field.

Conflict Prevention & Reconstruction Unit Psychology

Reintegration of child soldiers should emphasize three components: family reunification, psychosocial support and education, and economic opportunity. Family reunification—or, where that is not possible, foster placement or support for independent living—is crucial to successful reintegration.

Children are reintegrated into community life through the provision of psychosocial support, life skills classes and basic vocational training. At the end of the program, participants are provided with small grants to start businesses.

Post-traumatic growth (PTG) is a theory that explains this kind of transformation following trauma. It was developed by psychologists Richard Tedeschi, PhD, and Lawrence Calhoun, PhD, in the mid-1990s, and holds that people who endure psychological struggle following adversity can often see positive growth afterward. Post-traumatic growth often happens naturally, Tedeschi says, but it can be facilitated in five ways: through education (rethinking ourselves, our world, and our future), emotional regulation (managing our negative emotions and reflecting on successes and possibilities), disclosure (articulating what is happening and its effects), narrative development (shaping the story of a trauma and deriving hope from famous stories of crucible leadership), and service (finding work that benefits others).

People who have experienced posttraumatic growth report changes in the following 5 factors: Appreciation of life; Relating to others; Personal strength; New possibilities; and Spiritual, existential or philosophical changes

Although posttraumatic growth often happens naturally, without psychotherapy or other formal intervention, it can be facilitated in five ways: through education, emotional regulation, disclosure, narrative development, and service.

Forgeard found that the form of cognitive processing was critical in explaining growth after trauma. Intrusive forms of rumination caused a decline in multiple areas of growth, whereas deliberate rumination led to an increase in five domains of posttraumatic growth. Deliberate rumination involves perceiving multilateral sides of the stressful experience including value, meaning, and significance (Calhoun et al., 2000; Cann et al., 2011), and may also decrease the discrepancy between global and situational meanings, as it promote finding meaning. Trauma-focused cognitive behavioral therapy (TF-CBT) & Compassion-focused therapy (CFT) is a recommended psychotherapy

The two psychological traits which indicate a higher likelihood of experiencing post-traumatic growth are openness to experience and extraversion. Novelty seeking is positively associated with the Big Five personality trait of "extraversion," and to a lesser extent “openness to experience,” but is inversely associated with "conscientiousness." Online poker players are high sensation seekers who gamble to experience strong feelings and arousal, whereas impulsivity plays an important role in developing and maintaining pathological gambling.

Cyril I want to help make an Immigration Hub in South Africa for International Child Soldiers. This will lead to Foreign Direct Investment in South Africa and International Military Training. I want to help support Nelson Mandela’s Legacy by making Rugby a Military Sport and attaching Shellfish to the Sporting Event for Maritime Relations. If I were to immigrate to South Africa these will be my Keystone Habits. I recommend the book The Power of Habits by Charles Duhigg to familiarize yourself with the life changing term ‘’Keystone Habit’’.

Regards,

Adrian Blake-Trotman

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sugarakis-p2 · 3 years ago

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Security: Shigaraki

You are carrying millions in your quirk, the only catch is you have to trust someone in the League of villains to get to it. What better way to become fast friends than committing crime together?

Warning: Drinking and sweet Dom Shiggy fingering you F/M

"Shigaraki is the worst!" you scream at Dabi. Dabi is huffing as he runs with you. He chuckles at you as he throws you in the driver's seat.

This job did not go as planned, and when you think about it. You haven't seen a single one of Shigaraki's plans work. Two weeks ago, they were threatening to kill you, and if you weren't desperate for your life and for the millions in your quirk, you would never be with these psychopaths. Yesterday, Shigaraki started plying you with vodka and attempting to get to know you in the most intimidating and awkward way.

You're scrolling through your phone on a lightly soiled mattress in the empty warehouse. The sleeping bag is providing much needed protection between you and it. Your legs are set aside when Shigaraki plops down at the end of the bed. Siting up, you reach for your legs when he waggles a bottle of 100 proof at you. Two red plastic cups in the other hand, he sets one down between you two, pouring a good amount in both. Hoping over to pick up the cup as he puts father away. You haven't seen his face too often and are surprised he's handsome despite the scars around his blood-red eyes. "No chaser?" You ask. "Never needed any," He rasps downing his. Not wanting to look weak around him, you down yours and almost choke. He chuckles at you as he pours more for you both.

"You've been with the League a little while now and haven't gotten close to any of us. Exactly how does your quirk work?" "I can put an infinite number of inanimate objects, doesn't matter the size, weight, or shape." You say taking another shot. Coughing less this time, he has already had two more. "I don't understand where the trust requirement comes in. Why can't you pull it out yourself?" "It's always how it worked. I can't pull anything out myself, and you have to be someone I trust." He's quick when he tries to plunge his hand into your chest. Immediately your quirk activates, a black hole swirls in front of your breast, and his hand bounces off. "Ow, that stings a little. Made my fingers numb." He's giving you a grisly smile as he shakes his hand. "That's because your alive! Warn me next time. Only my sister was able to stick her hand in and get random things. Everyone else has to think of the object." You scold. He gives you a serious look. "Then let me try." Shrugging and open your quirk again. He places his hand in front of your void again. His face twisted in agonizing concentration. Arm trembling, teeth gritted, he growls and abruptly goes back to pouring more liquor. Half of the bottle is gone. "Bullshit," He breaths.

"I'm sorry. It's just how it works." He looks pissed, scratching at his neck, and you wish you had put your legs on in case you needed to run. "It's fine. But now that you're in the League, it's time you helped on some jobs. The League can't afford to keep dead weight around." You wince at this. You've been driving and fetching items for them. Calling you deadweight wasn't fair. You can't argue with him, he might have a deadly tantrum, so you take the insult and another shot. "Your license says you can drive a Semi class 5?" He rasps. "Yes, but what would we need semi for?" "We need to steal a truckload of some chemicals. You are the only one that can drive a semi class 5. Besides, what better way to build trust than to work as a team?" "Wouldn't Mr. Compress be better for this?"

"He's busy and can't steal a semi's worth of chemicals. What's the matter, little hero, don't want to be a villain?" He sneers at you. Looking away from him in shame and more than a little fear as he scratches at his neck again. He stops as he wracks his eyes over you, stopping at your legs. "Well, at least one person knew you weren't a real hero. You're just a villain like the rest of us, only now, you don't have to pretend and dance to their fucking tune anymore. To make the point to society, we're not changing your name. It was the Void then. It's the Void now. We're leaving tomorrow night, Void." His eyes are burning into you as he gets up and walks away. Leaving you with the bottle and tears streaming down your face. You want to go home, but Shigaraki has your license and made it clear the first person he would kill if you disappeared for too long was your mother. You wish you had met any other group of villains. The millions you stole his weighing heavy on your chest.

Shigaraki throws you a drivers uniform to wear, it is tacky, but at least it fits. You have a casual outfit in your bag for after the job. Dabi helps you steal a car to take to the site. Shigaraki has two sites programed in his burners GPS, one were your hiding the truck. You had to memorize them. But it was simple enough. You just have to be the driver, whatever else will be handled by Dabi and Shigaraki. You didn't want to think about 'the whatever else' is. You were a hero at one time, and the thought of you helping killers do terrible things hurts your heart.

Arriving at the location of the job, you wait in the car until you see a quick burst of blue flame. You quickly run to the location, entering through the small opening in the wall Shigaraki made, with your bag. Dabi tosses you the semi keys while they make their way into the building. You place your bag in the small of the cab behind the driver's seat. Sitting and watching as they struggle to load the first few crate loads of barrels with the forklifts. After that, they seem to have the hang of it. When they go in the third time, it takes a lot longer. You're starting to worry when you hear gunshots and see a burst of blue flame. Shit you think as you quickly go over the choices in your mind. You can drive off, and there may be a chance they are caught, and you get off scot-free. You can go in and help catch them, and get caught for being a thief. You can help them and still be stuck with them. None of the options were good, and the longer you wait, the more likely people will die. You decided to be a criminal a long time ago, they are your partners now, and just maybe you can save some lives.

Keeping a taser in your pocket for just such an occasion you make your way into the building. It takes you a while to find them, but when you do, a guard is screaming at them to face down on the ground. He sees you and shouts for you to call for backup. You don't even bother to slow down. He looks confused as he opens fire, but your quirk is quicker and the bullets disappear into your void. When your void touches his hands, he screams and drops his gun, which ends up in your void. While he's looking at his numb hands in shock, you taser him in the neck, and he drops like a sack of potatoes. Bending to grab his walkie-talkie you feel Dabi's strong grip pull you away. "We gotta go!" he says as he yanks you along. Another guard spotted the three of you and is shouting for you to lay on the ground with a gun drawn. This time Shigaraki doesn't hesitate and decays the ground in his direction.

You scream no at Shigaraki, but it is too late. Thank god you have quirk-resistant metal! Your shoes gone but you're not dust, and the quirk was more directional for once. Turning to look at Dabi to see if he made it, he is on some crates, his eyes wide in surprise staring past you. A loud screeching of metal and then a whooshing sound makes you look at what Dabi sees. A wave of chemicals is heading your way. You grab Shigaraki and throw him on the crates with Dabi. As an ex-hero, your upper body is great, and Shigaraki is incredibly light, almost too light you think. He needs to eat more. Your thoughts are interrupted as they grab your arms and yank you up with them. The chemicals splash over your metal legs. Clutching and whimpering at them until the chemicals disperse over the floor. The chems didn't damage your clothes, but you can't move your legs. You start to panic and babble at them not to leave you.

"We're not going to leave you; shut up. Undo your pants, Dabi, carry her." "We can't leave my legs, I need them, and each one can be traced to the owner. They will go after my Mom!" You cry as you strip to your underwear and unlock your legs. Your legs had been cut four inches above the knee. You can't hear what Shigaraki says as Dabi throws you over his shoulder and runs.

"Shigaraki is the worst!" you scream at Dabi. Dabi is huffing as he runs with you. He chuckles at you as he throws you in the driver's seat. Dabi runs back to shut the door of the container while Shigaraki runs up with your legs. You open the door, and he gives you a puzzled look.

"Get in! I need legs to work the clutches! Hurry!" He looks at you with horrid terror at the thought. But he climbs in the cab, tossing your legs on your bag. Scratching his neck and looking confused at all the buttons and levers. You lean him back as you crawl onto his lap. He gives you a shocked grimace and stiffens like a poisonous snake just curled on him. "You can't steer, and I can't work the pedals. Look down, that's the gas, that's the brake, that's clutch one, that's clutch two. When I say clutch one, you press it in all the way, I shift, take your foot off and press on the gas again, and so forth." He's tense and scratching himself. "No, this seems like a bad idea. We should get Dabi to do this." He starts to try to move away. You buckle you both in stopping him. You don't have time to argue; he's doing this. "Our time ran out two minutes ago. They tripped the silent alarm the second they saw you. Dabi is a distance hitter. This new model is very forgiving with the clutch system. You'll do fine. DABI! We have to go!" Another burst of blue flame as Dabi cackles. He jumps in the passenger side. "We better get moving," he chuckles in a really good mood. He looks unfazed at seeing you two. You shout at Shigaraki to clutch, and you are rumbling away from the burning building. You hope everyone escaped, but you doubt it, and you don't want to think about it. Dabi used a special clicker for you to drive out the front gate, it must have been what they went back in the building for. You give Shigaraki directions as you drive along, so far everything is good and easy. "This wasn't the way in the GPS," Shigaraki hisses. "That way has too many cameras on those streets," You say.

"Doesn't matter much now. We're being followed by a black and white." Dabi says, pointing at the side view mirror. You swear and scream at Shigraki to clutch and floor it! You are shouting instructions to him until you are barreling down side-streets. Heart racing and lurching with the truck. Terrified of being caught. Having to see you in a prison uniform on visitation day would be too much for your mother. Not to mention what they would do to an ex-hero in there. Dabi leans out of the window and lets loose another burst of flames to get rid of the speed hero. You make a sharp left. The truck would have tipped over if it wasn't for the wall it bounced off of. Dabi was thrown into the two of you, shouting about getting car sick. All of you are screaming as you upright the truck and plow through a waterway. The truck catches a little air, and you slam down of Shigaraki's lap hard on the landing, and he groans. You had lost them and take a moment to finally breath again. The truck is making a nasty grinding sound and you don't care. It races at top speed and doesn't slow until you reach the truck's final destination. All three of you are laughing in relief. Shigaraki is panting as he hugs you.

"You did good, Void. You did real good." He pants at you. You laugh and then burst into tears. Both Dabi and Shigaraki look concerned and startled. Shigaraki's warm hug turned rigid and clumsy.

"Hey, you're not….h-h-hurt, are you?" Shigaraki pets your head roughly in some fucked up sort of comfort. Dabi squeezes your shoulder. "I'll be fine. Do you think I can change into my clothes?" They shuffle and move. Dabi grabs your bag for you. "Do you need any help, princess?" Dabi asks. Shigaraki shoots him a dirty look. "I'll be fine. Just need a little privacy." They exit the cab, and you take off the uniform shirt, sob into it. Using it to muffle your scream of frustration and excess terror. You never wanted to do anything like that again. Worse, your underwear is wet. Had you pissed on Shigaraki? You were so frightened it was possible. He was kind enough not to mention it at all. You peek at him in the side mirror. His coat was buttoned tight to cover his front as he talks to Dabi. You are mortified. Taking off your panties and put on your pants you swear to make it up to him discreetly. Rolling up and tucking up the extra space in your pant legs, so it looks nice, you wipe your nose on the drivers shirt. You're not going to wear it again and toss the shirt to the floor, and open the door.

"Can someone carry my legs and me?" You plead refusing to look at them, face is heating in shame. Shigaraki is closer and holds his arms out to you like he's about to catch a child. You indicate for him to turn around. You are not going to let him carry you around over his shoulder or by your ass, you still had a little pride left. Dabi is eyeing you two while he smokes. "I can carry you, princess," Dabi says. A mischievous smile is spreading across his face. "I'm already carrying her. Grab her legs. Let's get some Goza and vodka." Dabi chuckles and hefts your bag and legs without complaining. He must be in a really good mood. Back at the hideout, Shigaraki sets you gently down on your sleeping bag, leaving you to get some lighting set up. He comes back in fresh pants, and you died a little inside. They settled in on either side of you as they handed out food, sipping on vodka. The vodka really helped dampen your embarrassment and guilt. Dabi gets touchy the drunker the three of you got. By the third time you feel his fingers wriggle their way under clothes, you squeal and jerk from him into Shigaraki, nearly spilling his drink. He took a swipe at Dabi, but Dabi dodged it easily. "Don't harass our ally," He hisses at Dabi. Dabi gives him a smirk and winks at you as you cringe from him. "Oh, is that how it is." Dabi laughs. Shigaraki is seething. "Guys, no fighting. I'm getting tired. Let's just go to bed." You flop over, too drunk to care anymore. "Good night, princess. If you need someone to help keep you warm at night. I'll be right over there." He lifts his shirt to you as he walks away backwards, eyes hooded with lust. You flush as you quickly look away. He is very good looking with a very nice body. Shigaraki stands, huffing and scratching. Mumbling about how rude Dabi is. "You did amazing today." He grabs his bag and places it between you and Dabi. You give him a questioning look. "Keep Dabi from crawling in your bag in the middle of the night. Good night, Void."

After that day, Shigaraki fussed over you. He became your helper while your legs were damaged. Everyone treats you like family, which means a lot to you, you haven't felt like a part of anything in a long time. Toga and Dabi cleaned your legs, but when you tried them back on, they still wouldn't move. They were so stiff you yanked on your leg caps, and it caused an ache so deep it felt like an eternity before it stopped. Mr.Compress was the first to move and unlock them for you. You clung to the nearest person and cried. It might have been Twice who cried with you. Everyone helped you at one point or another when they were around. Mr.Compress gave you his extra set of gloves so your hands wouldn't get dirty while you walked on them, he tells you a lot about villainy history. Since you are stuck at the hideout until you can drive or walk again, Toga painted your nails and Twice made you laugh as he reenacted entire plays with many versions of himself. Spinner brought you freshwater daily, to drink and take sponge baths, and Dabi heats your food.

Dabi came over to give you some instant noodles when he plopped down next to you, lighting a cigarette. Settling in for a chat, which is out of the blue for him. "Shigaraki gave up his for the day. I think he's drinking his meal, anyways," Dabi says casually. "The day? We are doing that bad?" you wrinkle you nose at the idea of being stuck longer here.

"At some point, we'll be getting cash. Those chems we stole. Those were a chemical Kai ordered in bulk through some dummy business. The place we burned were the only manufacturer. At some point, someone will have to come to us for their fix now that Kai is arrested. Then we'll be flush. It's just a matter of time. Don't worry, you're a good little earner. Plus, Shigaraki isn't going to let his first-time starve." He smirks at you. "What are you talking about?" You ask, annoyed and your mouth full as you wolf down the noodles. You don't need much since you're not moving around much, but you are still starving. Hell, you've lost weight being with the League.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice, princess. The panting while holding you. The rock hard cock pressed against your ass when you slammed down on it. The massive wet spot in the front of his pants." He leers at you. Your eyes start to widen, and it encourages Dabi to continue. "How jealous he gets when anyone pays too much attention to you. How helpful he is all of a sudden. How in any new hideout, you get the choice spot. Look at this room. It has the most privacy and heat. How he carries you around like his beloved teddy bear. When he is here, he's never far from you." He licks his lips. You can feel his warm fingers making their way under your shirt. You move away and smack at him, it seems to be his favorite game with you, you don't even bother to look anymore. Cheeks heating when you realized that, yes, it all makes sense. You thought it was because you saved their lives, but no, it's because your Shigaraki's favorite girl. Dabi leans in, his hot breath grazing your ear. "But if you ever want to..." Dabi starts to offer when Shigaraki walks in. "Dabi, quite bugging her." Shigaraki rasps. He's lightly scratching his neck as he plops down to shove himself between the two of you. He has a cheap bottle of vodka and a red cup. Dabi gives you a knowing look and a suggestive lick of the lips before he leaves. You flip him off. When Dabi is gone, you reach into your bag and pull out your bank cards. You hand them to Shigaraki and he gives you a perplexed look.

"Don't go hungry because of me. It's only 7000 yen, but I want you to have it." He is fingering the cards with a torn expression until you snatch the cards and shove them in his jacket pocket. He notably stiffens at your touch. Dabi could be fucking with you. He comes off as a shit-stirrer. Had you known about Shigaraki, you would have teased him mercilessly this whole time. Which might have been a bad idea so in a way this is better. You are starting to wonder if what they say about villains is true. Are they the best fuck a hero could ask for? He's been a real sweetheart and more gentle than you thought he was capable of. "No dead weight, remember." You say to him with a little smile. He grunts and pours some vodka in the cup for you.

"You're not dead weight. If this is about your legs, I'm getting Giran to fix them on the black market; it will be a while. I don't mind carrying you in the meantime." "I don't really need you to carry me. I can get around." "I don't want you on your hands in this filthy place." He holds out the cup for you to grab. Instead, you caress the top of his hand. He freezes as you lean into him. Gasping when your lips and breath graze his neck. "W-what are you doing?" He rasps.

"Thanking you." You say. You dart the tip of your tongue out to kitten lick his neck. He sucks in his breath, the muscle on his neck standing out, making it an easier target. You lick him a second time and start to kiss his neck. When he shifts from you, bright red and putting father back on. "You don't have to thank me like that," he mumbles behind father. OH GOD, Dabi was fucking with you. You are going to kill him. Crawl over his sleeping form and use a pillow. You might get burnt but it would be well worth it. "I'm sorry. I must have misread you. When Dabi told me you liked me, I believed him." That's right you're going to throw him under the bus. "huh, what? Dabi?" He scratches his neck. "No, you didn't misread anything." "Then is it my legs? Are you waiting until I get my legs back?" you ask. It would bruise your ego a little but most guys like legs.

"No, I don't care about that. I said, you don't have to thank me like that. You're one of us now. A part of me was concerned after what I said you wouldn't want me. I want you. But I don't want to hurt you. That night in the semi, when you were sitting on my lap in your panties, I could feel the heat of you. I could smell you and couldn't help myself. There was so much going on that, for a moment, it felt as if I was inside you. I could imagine it vividly, at least. I almost decayed you by accident. I want you to know what you're asking for." He pauses to look away from you.

"I'm not doing this to fuck you like some kind of pervert. You can say no, and it won't change anything. Hell, you can sleep with anyone, even Dabi. In the League, you do what you want." He clearly doesn't want you to sleep with Dabi the way he seethes his name through gritted teeth at the idea. He watches you from around father.

"If you still want to, I will go slow and make you writhe under me first. Like adjusting to water." Putting father away, he finishes the vodka in the cup and waits for you. He's acting like a shy teen but sounds like a soft dom. You find the conflicting way he acts adorable, and it pulls at your heartstrings. You lay your head on his shoulder. "You know, after what Stain did to me, all the hero's visited. But none of them stayed." Your fingers glide up his chest and neck, caressing his jawline. You run your thumb over his chapped lower lip, stopping and tracing his deep scar. He captures your thumb with his teeth. His arms wrap around you, pulling you to his lap. Pressing you tightly to his chest, he burrows into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "Mine," he exhales. Kissing up your neck to the corner of your mouth. His rough lips are pressing hard against yours. He is demanding and passionate. His kiss is leaving you breathless as you pull away. "As long as your mine," you gasp. He lays you down gently, tugging off your clothes. His nimble fingers are quick as they spread you bare. Your skin prickles with goosebumps in the cold air. He's marking and sucking all over your tender flesh, his tongue dragging over the middle of your body. Up your neck, to your ear, he bites and whispers.

"Be careful what you ask for." He sits up and takes his jacket off, pulls off his shirt, and places it next to you. Putting his jacket back on, he drapes it over the two of you as his greedy eyes drink you in. "I can tell you used to be a hero. Your body is perfection. I'm a little sorry. Because I'm going to break it." He undoes his pants and lets his cock spring free. You jerk as the heavy head swats your clit. Large, uncut, and pale. With a bright pink tip leaking precum. "You're perfect yourself." You pant as he presses himself against your hip. He gives you a proud smirk. His fingers push past your plump lips. "Suck," he says as he licks and sucks your nipples. Your tongue twirls and draws his digits deep in your mouth as he ruts your hip. Tugging his fingers from your greedy lips, he slides them down to your clit. Tight circles are making you gasp as he catches your other nipple. His rough lips are creating new sensations you've never felt before. "You're nice and wet for me. Such a good little toy. You like how I play with you, my little toy?" he mumbles around your nipple. His talented fingers are making you breathless.

"You better answer me." He bites your nipple, making you jerk and squeal. "Yes! Fuck, you are making me squirm." You moan. He chuckles around your nipple. "Be careful, my fun little plaything. You don't want to squirm too much. Are you going to be nice and tight for me too? Let's check." He cruelly shoves past your entrance and plunges his long fingers knuckle deep in your wet hole. Using his rolling hips to grind deeper into your smooth, warm walls. Textured fingers rub and slide over the soft spot that makes you arch and moan for him. Hungry eyes eat your expression as he grunts and pants over you. "So wet and tight. I can feel it building. Cum for me. I want to see it. I want to watch you cum for me. Cum for me, now," he orders. You obey writhing and clutching at him. "Fuck," he growls, doubling his efforts. Grabbing his shirt, he shoves it over his cock, his chapped lips seal over yours. Moaning into your mouth as his hips jerked. He's still watching you with lidded eyes as he lifts away, sucking your lip.

"I can feel you squeeze my fingers. Spasming and pulsing, like my good little toy. Your insides feel fucking amazing. I want a taste now." He slides his fingers out with a lewd sucking sound. He licks his and clamps his mouth over your clit. Sucking and slurping you clean. You squirm and squeal as he giggles in delight at the twitching of your overstimulated sex. When he stops, you feel unsteady and light-headed. You go limp. You have never felt weak after sex before. All you can do is pant.

"Oooohhh, so fucking sweet. Mine, mine, mine," He pants in mantra. Using his shirt to wipe his face and wipe your cunt before wrapping himself around you. He tosses his shirt aside and embraces you with his coat, your naked skin pressing into each other, keeping you warm. You weakly wrap your shaky arms around him and hold him back. It is the best sex you've ever had, and you didn't get to feel his scary cock in you yet. "I could melt into you," he whispers, planting light kisses around your eyes. "Now that I've seen you cum, I might be able to manage my excitement for next time."

"Next time sounds fun," you yawn, so tired, you snuggle into him.

"Mine," he breathes as you both fall asleep.

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gentrychild · 5 years ago

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*peaks around the corner* Hey, for the suspected traitor au. What if Izuku get accepted into shiketsu high, like he sends his application to any hero school that would want him and shiketsu is like "that powerful kid from UA that wiped the floor at the provisional licence exams and has All Might trust, wants to go to a new school. Hell yes will have him, UA just lost a hero and All Might" and a week later they are pretty much like "Oh god what have we done, we have let a wolf into our sheep pen"

*waves frantically at you even though you’re half hidden behind the corner* Hi, Ravelights!

Shiketsu: “Mouahaha! We are stealing one of UA’s rising stars and showing the world how good we are at handling baby heroes!”

~~One week later~~

Shiketsu: “Mistakes were made…”

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Can you imagine Shiketsu (big on the rules, military precision, and so on) meeting Midoriya “Chaos incarnated, villain magnet, RulEs? WhAt ArE THoSe?” Izuku?

Teacher Who Is Not Paid Enough For This: “Oh, he seemed intense during the Sport Festival but it probably was because he was stressed and how could such this baby-faced kid be any worse than Inasa, Camie, or Seiji, right?”

Izuku: *meets a villain on his second day of school and yeets him twenty meters away so he lands at TWISPEFT’s feet.*

TWINPEFT: “Oh no…”

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TWINPEFT: “You can’t fistfight every villain you met (and I would like to know HOW you meet so much of them???), you have to let the heroes handle it.”

Izuku: “Actually, I have my provisional license exam so I can.”

TWINPEFT: “OH NO.”

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All Might: “Hey, are you hiring?”

~~Some pterodactyl screeching later because All Might is in their school and asking for a job~~

Shiketsu: “Well, that would be an honor. Just give us a copy of your teaching license and you can start teaching right now.”

All Might: ”…”

All Might: “My WHAT now?”

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Some first year: “This UA student will have to take me seriously once we spar!”

Izuku: “Oh cool, some training partner! Come here, friend!”

Some first year: “Haha, I am going to kick his butt.”

Izuku, the man who had two arms broken and decided to take on the league anyway and that was before the whole Overhaul mess:

M UR D E R I N T E N T

First year who has now seen his life flash before his eyes: “SORRY, I FORGOT SOMETHING IN MY LOCKER, CAN’T DIE TODAY!”

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That same first year some time later: “Hey teacher, do you know what Midoriya’s quirk is? BECAUSE IT KEEPS EVOLVING?”

TWINPEFT, drinking a thermos that doesn’t only contain coffee: “His quirk is giving me heart attacks. Any other questions?”

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I also want Inasa ‘What is moderation” and Izuku “I look nice but I would fight gods if necessary” to meet and to get along.

TWINPEFT: “What do you have here?”

Inasa, holding Izuku above his head: “A new best friend!”

TWINPEFT: “NO!”

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Shiketsu: “UA sucks for being the target of all those villain attacks!”

Shiketsu:*realizes one week later that the leader of the League of Villains has some personal beef with Midoriya Izuku*

Shiketsu: O.o

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TWINPEFT: “Why does Shigaraki want to personally kill you?”

Izuku: “Oh, we realized that when he took me hostage at the mall that one time but it’s alright, he was more interested into bitching about people prefering Stain over him. Also, he took it personally when I tried to turn him into chunky salsa back at the USJ, but honestly, what was he expecting? He is the one who attacked first?”

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So many villain attacks…

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Toga infiltrates the school that one time and Izuku and Camie chase her out with a broom.

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BREAKING NEWS: Retired Symbol of Peace brains S-classed Villain with an extinguisher and goes back to his lunch without even acknowledging the feat.

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UA: “We want our student and our All Might back!”

Shiketsu, on fire: “WHY WOULD YOU EVEN WANT THEM BACK?”

#suspected traitor Izuku AU #Izuku in another school AU #bnha

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notalwaysthevillian · 3 years ago

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My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.4k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

Masterlist

Chapter 7: Test Day

Exam day was here before we knew it.

“Alright! Everyone on the bus!” Iida called out as we staggered out of the dorms.

“Iida. Inside voice.” I shushed, rubbing my eyes.

Kaminari stumbled behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “‘M tired.”

“Me too.”

“You can nap on the bus!” Iida shouted, making the two of us jump.

Grumbling about how loud it was, I dragged Kaminari with me to the back. We collapsed into one of the seats, him letting me have the aisle seat.

I fell asleep almost immediately, using him as my pillow.

“ Dew Drop. Wake up. ”

I took a deep breath, stretching my arms. “We’re here?”

“Yeah, come on. They’re gonna think we’re up to something.” He teased, grabbing my hand.

We walked off the bus and gathered up with the rest of the class. The arena looked pretty cool, with a top that seemed like it could close if it rained. With my quirk, I hoped they would keep it open, but I was willing to bet that wasn’t the case.

“What if I don’t get my license?!” I heard Mineta panicking.

“Mineta.” Mr. Aizawa leaned down to his height. “Don’t ask if you can. Say you will.”

“Right! Sure! I’ve so got this!”

Mr. Aizawa turned to the rest of us. “If you can pass this test and get your provisional licenses, then you novice eggs will hatch into chicks. You’ll be semi-pros. I expect your best.”

“Alright! I can’t wait to be a heroic chicken!” Kaminari yelled out, firing up the class.

“Let’s call out the usual you guys!” Kirishima held up a fist. “On my mark. Plus -”

“ULTRA!”

I jumped as a boy yelled with us, appearing right next to me. His uniform was different. He must’ve been from another school.

“You know, it’s pretty rude to barge into other people’s conversations like that, Inasa.”

“Pardon me! I am so extremely sorry!” He bowed so deeply his head grazed the concrete.

“Who is this guy?” Kaminari pointed at him. “It’s too early for this much enthusiasm.”

I elbowed him. “Be nice! When we’re pros there’s a chance we may end up working with some of them. Not everyone comes from UA.”

“UA in the east, Shiketsu in the west.” Bakugo scoffed.

“I wanted to say it just once!” Inasa stood back up. “Plus Ultra!”

“Plus Ultra!” I echoed back, giving everyone from Shiketsu a friendly smile. “I look forward to competing today!”

“I’m honored to compete against such incredible students. I’m looking forward to it!”

The Shiketsu students continued on into the building, a few of them giving me a quick wave.

“Inasa Yoarashi.”

“Do you know that guy, Mr. Aizawa?” Hagakure asked.

“Yes. He’s strong. He’s the same year as you, and received the top scores for students admitted through recommendations. But for some reason, he turned down his acceptance to UA and went to Shiketsu.”

“Wait, he’s our age?!”

I nudged Kaminari. “I thought Momo had the top score.”

“Must’ve just been the top score for UA.”

Mina looked after the students, watching them walk off. “What a weirdo.”

“Maybe, but he’s the real deal. Keep an eye on him.” Mr. Aizawa looked at me then. “Nima, keep your quirk a secret until necessary.”

“Why?”

“Trust me.”

“Eraser?!” A female voice called out to us, making Mr. Aizawa cringe. “I’d know that scowl anywhere. I saw you on TV and at the sports festival. Been a while since we were this close in person!”

A realization hit me like a freight train. “Oh no.”

Mina and Kaminari both looked at me in confusion.

“Guys, your sports festival aired live.”

More confused looks.

“Which means that almost everyone here knows what your quirks are.”

Todoroki sighed. “We’re at a disadvantage.”

“Not entirely.” I crossed my arms behind my back. “I wasn’t at the sports festival. They don’t know what I can do.”

“You’re our only advantage then.” Mina pointed out. “That’s probably why Mr. Aizawa told you to keep your quirk a secret.”

“Over here everyone!” The woman who was talking to Mr. Aizawa waved some students over. “This is UA.”

“Whoa! It’s Class A!”

“That’s amazing! I’ve seen them on TV before!”

“Second years from Ketsubutsu Academy. This is Class 2. They’re my students.” The woman said.

One boy ran up to Midoriya. “Hey, I’m Shindo. Seems like UA’s had a lotta trouble this year. Must’ve been tough for you.”

“Uh, yeah.”

The boy moved to Kaminari, grabbing his hands. “But even so, you’re all still aiming to become pro heroes, despite those hardships.”

He moved to me. “It’s wonderful!”

Before he could grab my hands, I took a step back. “Thanks.”

“Hearts full of fortitude. I believe that’s what every hero in the world needs to have.”

He gave me a sparkling smile. Something about it felt off.

“This pretty boy is gonna steal our girls.”

I threaded my finger’s through Kami’s. “Not me.”

He gave me a kiss on the forehead. “You’re too good for me.”

I saw Shindo talking to Bakugo, who slapped his hand away. “Stop pretending. What you say doesn’t match the look in your eyes.”

“Man, don’t be rude!” Kiri called him out.

The others apologized to Shindo, but I slipped out of Kami’s grip and over to our resident stick of dynamite. “You’re absolutely right. He’s faking it.”

“Glad to know you have some common sense.” He huffed, glaring at Shindo. “Stick with me today. You’re strong.”

I was confused, but nodded before moving back to Kami’s side.

“Hey. Get your costumes on and head to orientation. There’s no time to waste.”

“Yes, sir!”

Jirou fell into step with me. “It’s weird. I always forget we’re famous to other schools.”

“We’re basically celebrities when it comes to hero course students.”

We got into our costumes and were briefed by the Heroes Public Safety Commisson guy. I tuned out most of it. We had balls, we had to hit targets. Easy peasy. My Tidal Wave would come in handy here.

The walls of the room we were in folded down, revealing the rest of the arena, covered in various terrains.

“Everyone!” Midoriya addressed us. “Stay close together. We’ll fight them as a group.”

“Yeah right. This isn’t a field trip.” Bakugo gave me and Kiri a look before running off.

I followed, knowing Kami would be right behind me.

“Idiot! Wait up!” Kiri called, chasing after us.

Bakugo headed to the city terrain. I knew he’d do well there, with so many buildings to use as perches. Hopefully there was a fake water tower or two I could steal from.

I heard what sounded like an earthquake behind us. “What the hell was that?”

“Doesn’t matter. Keep moving.”

I could hear people being knocked out of the running left and right. Further away, I saw an ice wall go up, and then heard some explosions.

“Looks like Todoroki is doing well.”

“Shut up!”

About half the spots were taken by the time we were climbing up a fire escape.

“Hey Kaminari. Why’d you follow us?” Kiri asked.

“You guys started running, and you stole my girlfriend. Of course I was gonna follow you. Where are we going?”

“Shut up!”

“Why do you always sound so mad?”

“I told you to chill out Bakugo.” Kiri sighed. “It looks like there’s a lot of people up there, so let’s work together.”

“Go die.”

I tapped on Bakugo’s boot. “Hey, you asked me to be here.”

“I didn’t think I’d get Spark Plug too.”

“Dude, we’re dating, what did you think was gonna happen?”

“Come on man.”

Something swung at us. Kirishima shoved me forward. “Look out!”

“Kirishima!”

He was squashed into a little ball of flesh. I couldn’t help but gag. “That’s disgusting.”

“What the crap?” Kaminari pulled me behind him. “Did that really just happen?”

“All I know is that bastard looks like he’s to blame.”

A Shiketsu student stood in the road, tons of flesh balls around him. One of my hands rested on Kami’s back as I stepped closer to him. “Careful.”

“I’ll kill him!”

“I’m from Shiketsu.” The boy started, and I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes. Of course he would monologue.

“Please notice, my school keeps our hats on when we’re working. Why’s that? Because. Each and every one of our movements is crowned by the legacy and honor of our school.” He dropped Kirishima on the ground, making the worst noise ever. “This is a demonstration. Proof of the difference in level between my peers and your vulgar classes. We value obligation and dignity - things that appear to be sorely lacking among you.”

Bakugo laughed. “I really hate your type.”

“He’s hard to follow.”

“He’s saying he thinks he’s better than we are.” I explained. “How about we show him otherwise?”

“Maybe don’t provoke this guy?! Look what he did to Kirishima!”

I pecked Kami on the cheek. “Bug, we can handle him.”

“UA High. I have respect for your school. I take pride in the fact that our institutions are treated as equals. But your class is shameful. You act in ways that disgrace heroes!”

Giant fingers appeared from behind his back.

“He’s attacking again!”

I took a step back. “I don’t want to be gross!”

“Shut up!” Bakugo snapped. “Obligation”? “Dignity”? You just like to hear yourself talk. I don’t see any proof. Show us with your actions, not your cheap words! If you can.”

“You’re worst of all, Bakugo!”

The fingers separated from him, flying towards Bakugo. I pulled the water from my belt, ready to grab them with my whip and pull them away from us if necessary.

Bakugo ran forward, setting up for his special AP shot move. He shot the fingers out of the sky, before lowering his gauntlet.

“I had to make a weak version so I didn’t kill anyone.”

“You know, this is why everyone is terrified of you - you’re way too hardcore.”

The fingers started forming back on the boy’s arms. “Okay, so they float back to him. Disgusting.”

“I see now. I’ll teach you a lesson by breaking you. This will show you what it means to be dignified and behave like a hero!”

The fingers started coming at us again. I stepped back, knowing that someone from a place like Shiketsu wouldn’t just do the same move again.

“He thinks he’s better than us!” Bakugo started running towards him. He started taking out more fingers with his AP shot.

I jumped forward to help, keeping a small whirlpool rotating around me. I’d be able to sense something hitting me from the back, if that was the plan.

“Let’s just get this fight over with. Maybe this will speed things along!”

Two of Kami’s discs shot out, hitting the wall next to the boy as he dodged. “Crap!”

“Work on your aim, and your look. Maybe I can make you something more appealing!”

“Enough talk! Die!”

Bakugo shot out some explosions and smoke filled the area. Just as it cleared, I saw a finger come out from the side, inches from Bakugo’s neck.

“No!”

I threw a wave forward but it was too late. Bakugo was grabbed.

“Once I touch you, you’re my plaything.”

“Bakugo!”

“Idiots,” he grumbled as he was morphed. “Fix this!”

He threw something toward Kaminari, but the boy didn’t notice as I drew my wave back. I moved to Kami’s side, letting the whirlpool swirl around our feet.

“Can you make it bigger?”

I tried pulling moisture from the air, my heart pounding when I realized that it wasn’t working. “The air is too dry, and we’re not close enough to any other bodies of water. This is all I have.”

“This is a demonstration. The test has an unusually low passing rate. At first this seemed counterintuitive given our current world.”

As he started to monologue again, I whispered, “I can soak him, but it’ll leave us vulnerable.”

“Wait for my signal.”

“I decided to thin the herd myself.” The boy continued.

“You’re ignoring the test because you think you’re superior?”

I let the water swirl faster. “You’re crazy. The world needs heroes that can do as they’re asked, not do what they want.”

“I’m simply separating the mediocre from the extraordinary.” He stepped forward, leaning his weight on Kirishima. “By the way. Your comrades here still feel pain in this form. Your untamed electricity will torture your friends if you use it. And you don’t seem to have enough water to hurt me as well as you could. You’re stuck.”

“You’ve been doing nothing but hurling insults at us this entire time.” Kami put a hand to his forehead. I’m kind of starting to take it personally, ya know.”

“Then you’re more self aware than I thought. Take some time to reflect on your failure!”

Kami reached behind him, throwing something. “Reflect on this!”

An explosion rocked behind him, distracting the boy.

“It’s not just a fashion statement. He can use that gear along with his nitro sweat to create simple grenades.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “He tossed it to you.”

Kami nodded at me, and I wrapped the water around the boy, soaking him to the bone.

“By the way, big shot. You stumbled into a really killer spot!” Electricity arced off of Kami’s finger, straight toward the disc.

His electricity, combined with being soaked, shocked him worse than I anticipated. He gasped, falling to his knees.

“Listen up. Bakugo might seem like a jerk on the surface, but he’s actually trying hard to be a pro-hero. He threw that grenade to me while being attacked. That was a result of calm judgement and planning.”

I nodded, noticing our friends were starting to come out of flesh ball form. “And Kirishima is such a good guy that he shoved me out of the way, taking the hit himself!”

“You only know bits and pieces of information about them. Don’t insult what you don’t know!”

The boy stood, fingers appearing around him again. “I’ll teach you to be more aware of your place! You degenerate!”

Kirishima activated his quirk, punching him in the stomach as Bakugo came in and blasted him.

“The more damage he takes, the more people get released.” Kiri pointed out.

Bakugo stood in front of all of us. “No wonder he was only using long distance attacks.”

Kiri nodded at us. “Thanks for the save, you two.”

“What took so long?!”

“You’re so mean! No one’s gonna like you if you -”

“Sorry to interrupt, but could we get our points and get out of here?” I asked, gesturing to the many people that were coming out of ball form. “Before they get us?”

Bakugo licked his lips.

“We’ve got targets.”

#mha #my hero academia #kaminari x oc #kaminari/oc

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thegyudguy · 3 years ago

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Destiny (No, Not About Love)

Wrote this years back.

I don’t believe in destiny. Not until I passed CPA Licensure Exam. It’s as if everything falls into their proper places that I don’t have a chance to hesitate, but to actually believe that His plans are greater than what I would have planned for myself. Yes, I now believe that destiny is what He plans for me.

Before all of these, my life was a smoke of a cigarette. I didn’t know where life would lead me to, or would I be blown away and be gone without knowing what I would become. Day in day out, everyday felt like M&Ms candy, once it’s consumed, it’s gone. I really did not have any plan for my life. But then one day, I just woke up with this thought in mind that it’s me who shall propel my life to where I want it to be. Admittedly, God was not part of it. At first, I did not seek His guidance because back then, I used to question His greatness. Oftentimes I’d ask Him why certain painful things happen in my life and in my family. I was drawn to believe that everything is just a part of a cycle, no miracles, no something special.

When I enrolled for the review classes, all I wanted is just to break the monotony of my life. House – Office – House used to be my routine. No past time, no hobby, occasional night-outs, no love life. I oftentimes joked that to have a love life is the main reason why I decided to enroll. But actually, I wanted to make use of that most precious commodity that I have into some meaningful activity. I wanted not to be a pedestrian anymore, someone who’s ordinary.

It was known to me that passing the CPA Licensure is not going to be easy. I told my mother that I was allotting my years up to the age of 30 (I was 26 then) just to get the license. This is because she would always insist me to get married. Because of the lengthy period, I would sometimes lax in doing myhomework. I would still render overtime up to nine in the evening sometimes. Come First Pre-Board, when the results were posted, I was a bit surprised that despite the limited effort I put into it, I still got some answers correctly. And then it hit me: I told myself that if I’m going to take that review seriously, I might have the chance to nail it.

So, I began to hurdle the long road towards my goal. I would answer handouts during lunch breaks, read theories before going to sleep, the usual study habit of a typical student. There were also times that I would listen to recordings of past discussions, of topics that were vague or lessons tackled during the earlier days of the review. When I was allowed to take a leave of absence for the whole month of September, I was confident that I can cope with the review. I even scheduled the days left until the final battle.

I underestimated the topics. I skidded out of the schedule. I missed the target. The booklets that I was supposed to have revisited and re-solved were only halfway done. Furthermore, it covers only one of the seven subjects that I should have finished solving/ reading. The thought of defeat has finally overcome my confidence. I needed a push, I needed some emotional back-up, and my family is the only inspiration for me to continue and make me believe that I can still do it.

I found myself at the doorstep of our home in the province. I badly needed my mother’s guidance. She told me to hold on to God’s mercy, to pray for his guidance. I am gradually gaining my faith in Him again. As the exams date draws closer and closer, so as my faith to Him. There were times that I will not only pray, but beg for Him to let me pass the board exams. I was also introduced to the miracles of St. Joseph of Cupertino that is only what I know shall be asked in the exams and St. Jude Thaddeus for hopeless cases. I firmly believe that they helped me convey my prayers to God. On examination days, I would only feel nervousness upon arrival of the test papers and nothing else. Before and after every exam I would pray that whatever is His plan for me shall be done. In those questions that I do not have enough knowledge, I would pray to God and through St. Joseph of Cupertino to help me remember the procedures on how those problems are to be solved. As the examination is coming to its end, my assessment was that I did not get the number of correct answers needed to pass it. I was not confident with my answers. I immediately phoned my mother to tell her not to expect anymore. I was just praying that if ever adjustments are to be made; they would be on the subjects that I am not certain about.

It had been four anxiety-filled days to wait for the results. It must have been a blessing in disguise that I needed to report immediately at work the day after the exams so that my attention will be temporarily drawn from it. All I could do was to pray and beg that He will endow to me that title, not for anything, but for my parent’s happiness.

Finally, on October 16, 2015 at three in the morning, a friend of mine sent a message telling me that I made it! I did not know how to respond immediately. My senses told me to check for any proof that I really made it. And then there was it. A screengrab of the list of passers containing my name was tagged to a facebook post, confirming that I did pass the exam. I was shocked initially and also gratified that I will not need to study again for the next six months to get equipped for the next exam. Every hardship has been paid off. It was on a wee hour of the morning but I did not hesitate calling my mother and father informing them of the good news and asked them to prepare their most formal clothes because they are going to attend to their son’s proud moment.

Once emotions have subsided, with the realization of what I have done to be worthy of this gift, it has dawned to me that maybe everything that happened in the past four months led me to this. First was, I received an extra money before the end of March, that I used as a down payment for the review. Second, Saturdays have been freed up from work, thanks to the management. Third, I attended a personality development seminar that shook the very core of me. Fourth, on the day that I was going to file for the Notice of Admission, rain was pouring so hard. I told God that if the rain won’t stop at eight in the morning, that will be His sign for me not to continue. But when I woke up, the sun’s up! Until now that part of my journey reminds me that God has His way of saying “Just go on, trust Me. You can do it”.

I will forever be grateful to the Lord. He has done more than I prayed for in spite of my lapses and shortcomings in the past. He still gave me the gift that not only made my parents happy and proud, but also will benefit the whole family in the long run. I am looking forward to the next gift that I shall start to pray for. LOVE LIFE!

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wafflefries13 · 5 years ago

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The Consequences of Late Night Calls

Happy birthday to the world’s best blasty boy!

This is the first fic I’ve written for tumblr, so let me know what you think!

Warnings: None, I think. Some cursing, some guy talks smack for a bit.

Genre: Fluff

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The call shocked you out of a deep but impromptu sleep. You jerked up from the noise, a page of lecture notes sticking to your check. It fluttered back to the desk covered in its own mess of loose leaf documents, used textbooks that cost more than a weekend trip to Disney World, and a laptop missing three of its letter keys.

You dragged your tongue against your teeth, trying to get rid of the cotton feel coating the inside of your mouth. Rubbing stars into your tired eyes, you wondered when exactly you had fallen asleep. Was it somewhere near memorizing the latin terminology for court rhetoric or around reading the case file and trial records you were going to be tested over on Monday? Deciding wondering was basically pointless, considering you had pretty much forgotten all of it anyway, you pawed blindly around for your phone.

“Hello?” You answered, eyes still closed, although it probably came out and more of a mumbled groan than anything else.

“(Y/NNNNNNNNN)!”

You pulled the phone away from your ear, wincing at the sudden loud noise. Blinking bleerally, you looked down at your phone. You had taken the caller ID picture a year ago, at a sorority Halloween party you barely remembered aside from the copious amounts of alcohol consumed followed by an ill-advised scavenger hunt that ended with a call to the police and the dean’s car somehow ending up in the agriculture department’s greenhouse crowded with Jack-O-lanterns. It was a profile shot of Bakugo Katsuki, his mouth opened in a mid-yell scowl, as was his standard expression, and eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. One hand extended to try and block the camera, the other clutching a brown bottle. He was wearing a fantasy barbarian king costume, chest bare to show off the taut muscles he worked so hard for all of high school to get. When he’d shown up in it, or, rather, when Kirishima had dragged him along in his own dragonborn costume, you couldn’t believe he still had it. You remembered sitting in your basement in 9th grade, pricking your fingers with a sewing needle as you and the rest of your newly formed D&D group, Bakugo and Kirishima included, spent way too much time and effort into creating your costumes.

Rubbing at the bridge of your nose in a vain attempt to chase away the headache you could already feel forming, you brought the phone back to your ear. You could hear the low thump of bass heavy music in the background.

“Hi, Suki,” You said, trying not to sound condescending, but it came out like that anyway.

“Hey!” He said sharply. The rest of his reply was slurred smooth. “I told you not to call me that.”

You smirked. “It’s cute.”

“It’s embarrassing! ‘M not cute.”

“No, you’re calling me at-” You pulled the phone away again to check the time. “Katsuki, it’s like two in the morning, what the hell?”

You heard someone shout something on the other side of the line that Katsuki mumbled a reply to. To you he said, “Was thinking about you.”

You felt yourself blush despite yourself. “You were thinking about me?”

There was a clunk and a bump. You could imagine him falling against a wall and sliding down to sit until the room stopped spinning. “Yeah. I don’t like it.”

You ignored the jab in your heart. “Well, thanks.”

“It keeps happening. I’ll just be, like, doing stuff, and then I just think, ‘What would (Y/N) think of that?’ ‘I wonder what (Y/N)’s doing right now.’ ‘(Y/N) would know what to do now. She’s so smart. And her hands look so soft. And her eyes are so pretty.’” He was quiet for a second. “It’s annoying. I can’t stop thinking about you. And it’s worse when you’re here.” There was a shuffling as you heard him try to stand up then give up again. “Why aren’t you here? I want you here.”

You were wide awake now. You clenched and unclenched your hand, trying to process the information your obviously drunk friend had just confessed. Your stomach churned in a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and straight up butterflies.

What the hell did all of that mean? Well, of course you knew what it meant, or you knew what it meant when spoken by a sober person of sound mind and body. But there was no way, you tried to rationalize, that The Bakugo Katsuki, the guy you’d known since freshman year of high school when he’d punched a guy who had flipped up your uniform skirt on the first day, the guy who had surprised just about everyone in home economics when he busted out a three tiered cake like it was no one’s business, the guy whos ego was big enough to have its own gravitational pull, was confessing his feelings to you in a drunk rant at two in the morning.

“Katsuki,” You said in a soft voice. “I-”

There was a retching sound from the other end of the line. Katsuki coughed, tried to say something, then threw up again. “Aw, fuck.”

That headache was back with avengence now. You sighed, looking for your keys. “Katsuki, where are you?”

“Uhh, on campus? At the Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever house. There’s a party. Why aren’t you here?”

“You know I hate all the Greek life bs. Stay where you are, okay? I’m coming to get you. You’re completely wasted.”

“‘M not. I can handle what I drink.” There was another pause before he wretched again.

“Did you just throw up again?”

“...No.”

“Cool. I’ll be there in ten.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond before hanging it. You didn’t think your heart could take it if he kept going on like he had been. Grabbing your keys and heading out of your crowded studio apartment, you hopped in your car to go save your drunk friend from making any other ill advised decisions that night.

You realized that you were probably over thinking the whole phone call as you drove through deserted streets. You couldn’t help it, it was a bad habit you had formed as a kid that now made you obsess over court documents and testimonies in class. But now, instead of helping, it was picking you apart. What did Katsuki’s tone imply when he was talking to you just now? Could you trust the tone of an inebriated person? What did he mean when he said he thought about you a lot? You’d known each other for years now, being involved in almost all the same activities. Wouldn’t it be natural to think about someone you spent so much time with? But you’d known Kirishima for just as long, not to mention the rest of the self-named “Baku-Squad.” You’d never gotten a late night drunk call from any of them. Heck, Katsuki had known Izuku way longer than he had known you, and you were pretty dang sure Katsuki had never called him going on and on about how he always thought about him.

Stopping at a red light, you pressed your forehead into the soft faux-leather of your steering wheel, willing your thoughts to calm down and just come to a rational conclusion already. Expect, you know, a rational conclusion that wasn’t that the guy you had carried a torch for for almost as long as you had known him might actually have feelings for you back.

You turned on to the street lined with sororities and fraternities across from the main campus. You had to slam on your breaks almost immediately to avoid running over a tipsy, giggling co-ed who was stumbling out into the road. She didn’t even look up at you.

You didn’t know exactly which house Katsuki was stranded at, considering you could see at least three different parties all going on at first glance. His “Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever” wasn’t very helpful, either, considering all the Greek letters adorning the houses blended together in your mind at some point. And you really didn’t want to tramp through a bunch of different houses tonight.

Thankfully, you were saved the trouble when you saw Kirishima’s 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle park half off the curb in front of one of the houses. You’d know that car anywhere. Kirishima had dragged your group to various scrap yards and auto-repair stores all summer after he got his license, the first of you all to do so, in an effort to fix up the worn down Chevelle that he’d bought for a hundred bucks and a turkey sandwich.

You parked on the other side of the street then jogged across to the house that was practically vibrating with heavy music and Greek life energy. Stepping over a semi-conscious frat boy laying in the doorway, you scanned around the house for any sign of Katsuki’s pomeranian-puff-ball hair.

You spotted Denki lounging on a couch, a lampshade on his head and a tangle of phone chargers clutched in his fist. His hand sparked every now and then as he used his quirk to recharge the collection of phones.

You lifted up the edge of the lampshade. “Hey there, Pikachu.”

“Heeeeeey~” He said, giving you a thumbs up. You could already tell he was too far gone, although you didn’t know if it was from drinking or the over use of his quirk.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a voice call behind you. A body fell heavily against your back. Sero wrapped his arms around you in a backwards hug. “Where you been? We missed you!”

“Studying. I’m boring, remember? I’m looking for Katsuki, you seen him around?”

Sero snickered. “Bakugo, huh? He’s been looking for you for a long time, right, Denki?”

“Heeeeeey~”

You swallowed hard. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Sero snickered again, flopping on the couch next to Denki. “Can’t tell. Part of the bro code. And he said he’d kill me.”

“That does sound like Katsuki.”

Sero covered his eyes with his arm, head leaning back. With a wide smile, he waved his hand in the vague direction to the back door. “I think he’s out by the pool or something.”

You waved bye. “Thanks, I’ll go check it out. You guys take care of yourselves, okay?”

“Look at ‘em go,” Sero said to Denki as you left. “You think they’ll have a spring wedding?”

“Heeeeeey~”

*~~~~*

You managed to weave your way through the crowd of bodies clogging the house to finally spill out into the back yard. You had no idea how people were able to stay this energized this late into the night with this many other people around. You remembered once being stuck at another party, early on in your college days. When it became super clear you didn’t want to be there, overwhelmed by the noise, the crush of bodies, and the suffocation of social enterprise, Katsuki had dragged Kirishima over to you, planting him in front of you as your ‘extrovert shield.’ He’d stayed with you behind the boisterous redhead for the rest of the night.

You wondered if Katsuki remembered doing that, if he remembered any of the small nice gestures he did for you over the years. And now, with his call, with what Sero said, with your over analyzing brain, you were dissecting every interaction you could remember. Was the time he opened a door for you a signal? Was the reason he would ask to study with you for chemistry, when he was way better in practically every subject than you, just so he could be close to you? Were the times he had given you his jacket when you were cold meant to be a more intimate moment?

God, you were going to go crazy.

Walking around the pool, you finally spotted the hot-headed blond. He was sitting slouched over on the end of one of the reclining pool chairs, forearms braced on his knees. You almost called out to him, stopping cold when you saw the girl behind him. She had draped herself over his back, chin rested in the crook of his neck, one had massaging his shoulder, the other conspicuously sneaking under the hem of his shirt to rub circles on his abs.

You clenched and unclenched your hands, worry gnawing at you as a headache at the back of your skull. Had something changed between the time he had called you and now? Had there been nothing there to change at all? Had you been misreading this situation the whole time?

Katsuki looked up, his permanently affixed scowl even deeper. The second his jewel-red eyes met yours, you felt your heart skip a beat. He jumped to his feet so fast the girl behind him fell back against the chair. He tried marching over to you, which was made only slightly less intimidating by the drunk sway to his step.

You didn’t remember him being so tall. You’d just seen him this afternoon. There was a flushed blush across his face, adding a surprising softness. Were his arms always that strong looking? Were his eyes that piercing? Was his jaw that strong?

“You came,” He said, voice rough as whiskey soaking into gravel.

You spread your hands. “Well, you said my name three times, so, here I am!” You laughed nervously, trying to ignore how his gaze pinned you down.

He took another step towards you, hand reading up. “(Y/N), I-”

His cheeks turned from pink to green. Lurching to the side, he vomited into the pool. You tried to help him back up, hunched over and trying to catch his breath. The crowd of people around you groaned in disgust before rolling in to sarcastic applause. Katsuki flipped them off.

“Alright, Suki,” You said, rubbing his back. “Let’s get you back home.”

He grumbled, leaning his full weight against you. You almost stumbled and fell with the sudden shift of balance. Katsuki slid his arm around your waist, hand firmly grasping your hip, as if he was the one trying to prevent you from a drunken stumble. His fingers felt like fire through your clothes.

You decided to go around the house instead of trying to push your way through it. Soon you were making your way across the street. It took some maneuvering to unlock and open the passenger door. You practically dropped Katsuki in where his head fell back with a groan. You grabbed his seat belt and stretched across him to fasten it. It wasn’t until he started petting your hair that your realized your position of half-way laying across his lap. You jerked back, some of your hair getting caught in his fingers. He made a disappointed sound at the loss of it.

You slid back into the driver's seat, trembling hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. You had to take a few steadying breaths before you were ready to start the car. Pulling out of the neighborhood, you glanced over at Katsuki. His eye brows were furrowed, eyes closed, mouth pulled in a small frown.

God, he looked adorable.

You hit the break harder than you meant to at the light. Adorable? Where the hell did that thought come from? He’d probably be furious if he knew you ever thought that.

But…

You risked another look at him. When he let his face relax like this, you could see the slight chub that still clung to his cheeks. Another thing he would hate to know that you thought was how much you loved the softness that it leant him. It was cute.

Almost without your realizing it, you lifted your hand. You were overcome with the sudden urge to poke his cheek. A car horn blared behind you when your finger was less than an inch from his face. You let out an undignified squeak, hands slamming back to the wheel. Katsuki grumbled and turned in the seat, head resting against the window. You could feel the blush burning up your face.

A few minutes later, you pulled back to the apartment complex. You both lived in the same building, Katsuki directly below your own unit. And now you were overthinking his reason for not living on campus.

When you opened the passenger door, Katsuki almost fell out. You jerked forward to catch him then dragged him out. He half woke up, as feeble on his legs as a newborn horse.

You lugged him through the lobby. He was muttering under his breath, but most of the words you could make out were curses. Not unusual for him. You pressed the button for the elevator repeatedly. It just blinked back at you. You sighed in frustration. They had been doing maintenance on your building all week, but now might have been the absolute worst time to do the elevator.

You shook Katsuki’s shoulder a little bit. His head jostled like a bobble-head. “Suki, I’m gonna need your help here for a minute.”

His head lolled forward, forehead coming down to press to yours. In a quiet voice, he whispered, “I’d do anything for you.”

You shoved him upright, face burning. “Then walk up the damn stairs yourself!”

Despite that, you still ended up half-carrying him up four flights of stairs. You were uncomfortably sweaty when you reached the door to Katsuki’s apartment. The two of you had traded copies of your apartment keys when you had moved in. “In case something happens to your dumb ass and I need to come save you,” He had said. He would frequently stop by, usually when you were hours deep into an all-nighter. He’d bring his laptop and work on whatever 12 page essay way due on your bed while you poured over case reports. You’d sit in silence, just together, sharing the same space, content with nothing more than knowing the other was nearby. Or he’d bring you real food to make sure you weren’t just eating ramen all the time. In turn, you’d pull him out for game night with the squad, make sure he’d actually call his mother once in a while, and lend an ear to his semi-nightly rants on whoever he decided to hate that night.

You fumbled with the keys, jamming the key in the lock then pushing it open with your shoulder that wasn’t currently occupied by a half-asleep, full-drunk boy who had at least 50 pounds and ten inches on you.

There was always an expectation with the rooms of single college boys. Greasy pizza boxes, empty bottles of booze displayed like expensive decor, at least one poster of a half-naked girl somewhere, probably a basket of clothes that should have been washed weeks ago. And while you knew plenty of guys who fit that description, Katsuki defied expectation. His apartment was always immaculate. His shoes were lined neatly by the door, a calendar above his desk color-coded with assignment due dates, bed made. Katsuki may give off the persona of a punk, but you knew he was a straight-laced nerd through and through.

With the last of your strength, you lugged him across the room, dropping him on his bed. With a groan, you stretched your arms up until you heard a satisfying pop in your back. Hands on your hips, you watched as Katsuki moaned, burying his face in his pillow and pulling his feet up from the floor. You sat on the end of the bed, tugging his feet to you to unlace his shoes. You let them fall haphazardly to the floor, too tired to care about his level of neatness.

You grabbed a bucket from his hall closet, putting it next to the head of his bed for when he inevitably woke up vomiting in the morning. Checking his bathroom, you put a couple of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand with a post-it note saying “Drink Me.”

Brushing your hands off, you looked around and checked your work. Satisfied that he wouldn’t kill himself between now and when you would inevitably check on him in the morning, you decided it was finally time to head back upstairs and get some well deserved sleep.

But…

You turned back at the door. Katsuki was splayed like a starfish, gently snoring with his mouth wide open. You also noticed his blushing red fluffy cheeks.

You tapped the door knob a few times before sighing in surrender to temptation and turnin back. You knelt down next to the bed. For a moment, you just watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful now. You reached out. Your index finger sunk into his cheek like it was a marshmallow. You couldn’t believe you had never done this before. God, he really was adorable.

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off as Katsuki’s hand shot up and grabbed your wrist with an iron grip. With a shriek, you tried to scramble backwards. Katsuki lazily opened his eyes, not at all bothered by your struggles. With seemingly no effort on his part, he tugged you forward. Off balance, you fell into his chest. Katsuki wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, slinging a leg over yours, trapping you on the bed.

“Katsuki!” You hissed. You squirmed in his hold, not getting any extra room. He just hummed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You were pretty sure your face was hot enough to start a fire. “Katsuki, let me go!”

“No,” He mumbled. His voice rumbled against your skin sending shivers through your whole body.

“Katsuki!”

“You can’t leave. If you leave, you won’t come back.”

You stopped struggling. “What are you talking about?”

He squeezed you tighter. “I’m loud. I get angry real easy. I fight a lot. And you…” He trailed off, his breath catching and rattling in his chest. “You’re so much better than me. You’re nice and smart and talented and pretty and caring and… and…” You could feel the hot tears landing on your skin. He was starting to shake. His grip had loosened enough for you to get out, but instead you brought your arms up and pulled him in closer. “If I let you go, you’ll see how much better you are than me. And you’ll leave. You’ll leave me because you’re better and you deserve so much better. But I’m a selfish bastard and I just want you for myself because I love you so damn much.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You wiggled your hand up, threading your hand into his hair and tilting his head to look up at you.

“I love you too,” You said softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Katsuki crushed you to his chest, letting out another loud sob. You could feel hot tears pressing against your eyes. You had no idea Katsuki felt this way about anything; about you, about himself, about your relationship.

But one thing you knew for sure: You loved Bakugo Katsuki.

~~~

The first thing Katsuki noticed when he woke up was the head ache. His head felt like he had a railroad spike jammed through his temples. God, what did he do last night? There was the party at Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever house. It’d been fine for a while, hanging out with the guys, playing beer pong, winning some extra cash from freshman in poker (where did he put that money anyway?). And then…

And then someone had said your name. He’d heard it across the room, an amazing feat in and of itself, but his ears were trained for any news of you. He’d jerked up right when he heard it, missing his shot at the beer pong table. He gladly took his drink and went prowling through the house. Who had said your name? Were you here? Were you coming?

It might have been selfish, he knew how much you hated loud crowds, but damn it, he wanted you here. He remembered the last Greek life party you had been at. He’d lost you at some point between getting into an argument with that damn Deku and pulling Denki down from a keg stand. He’d finally found you huddled into some back corner, looking like a rabbit about to dart from a hungry fox (he wouldn’t mind being that fox, honestly, he could eat you right up.) You’d lost the color in your face, hands shaking as you clutched your red Solo cup almost hard enough for your nails to pierce the plastic.

He snatched Kirishima by his collar as he carved a path through the room. He planted the extroverted red-head in front of you, creating an extrovert shield between himself and the love of his life you. He’d spent the rest of the night talking to you. Nothing special, he couldn’t even really remember what about. But he did remember the relaxed slope of your shoulders, the spark in your eyes, the smile that played on your lips at whatever lame joke he had just made.

Back in the present (or last night, whatever), he was still stalking through the halls looking for whoever had mentioned you. He heard it again, the tail end of your name, coming from the living room.

“-(/N) never had it so good.” There he was, lounging along the bottom stairs with a smug look on his face as he regaled the small crowd he had attracted. Katsuki recognized him as one of those legacy kids, the one who showed up to the first day of orientation in a sleek black Bugatti and took up three parking spaces, talked in almost every one of his classes when he even bothered to show up, and was, without a doubt at every party on or off campus.

And now he was telling a story about you. What were you ever doing with an asshole like him?

“You would never guess it from how she dresses, you know,” The guy continued, lazily waving his half-empty beer bottle. “But she is stacked.”

Katsuki tensed up, his heart jumping into his throat. He pushed aside the crowd until he stood right in front of the bragger on the stairs. “What did you just say?” He asked through clenched teeth. “You're talking about (Y/N) (L/N), right?”

He lazily swept his gaze up, grinning wide when he saw Katsuki. “Yeah, (Y/N)? You know, she comes across as a frigid bitch, but let me tell you, she’s an incredible lay.” Katsuki’s vision went red. The crowd started to subtly shuffle away, feeling the cold change in atmosphere. “Not much besides that, honestly. Thank god her tits and ass are amazing, cause her face sure wasn’t doing it for me. Super boring, too, heard she’s failing her classes. Oh, well. Hey, I could use a side-piece when I’m running my own firm, you know?”

The asshole never saw it coming. In the span of a heart beat, Katsuki had grabbed his designer jacket and hoisted him off the stairs, pinning him to the wall so his feet kicked to try and reach the ground.

“You listen to me, asshole,” Katsuki hissed. “You never talk about (Y/N) again. You never look at her, you never talk to your shit-stain friends about her, you sure as fuck never tell another lie about her, or so help me, you’ll get to find out what color your liver is.”

Katsuki was half-way sure the jerk had pissed his pants. He dropped him in a heap, landing in the puddle of spilled beer on the floor. He brushed his hand off on his jeans, eager to get whatever germs the gossip had off him.

He was almost out of ear shot when he heard the rich kid spit and say, “Fine. She’s probably crawling with it if you’re dicking her down.”

The kid’s head made a dent in the wall as he richoched back from the impact of Katsuki’s punch. He would easily have a black eye and a broken nose, the chipped tooth would just be a bonus.

Katsuki’s head was fuzzy with rage, stalked through the house, bee-lining it to the nearest source of inebriation. How dare he? How fucking dare that absolute ass-wipe ever even think of saying such horrible things about you? He wasn’t even worth knowing your name, much less saying it. Not to mention the fact he must be blind to think you were anything less than stunning. Ever since he had known you, you had been nothing but kind and smart and caring and funny and…

“Baku-bro, you doing okay?”

Katsuki didn’t realize how tight he was holding his fists until he relaxed. His nails had made half-moon indents in his palms, his knuckles brushed red from the punch.

Kirishima had his mouth pulled down in that stupid puppy dog pout. “I’m fine,” Katsuki brushed him off. He grabbed a beer out of an iced cooler, twisting off the cap in a single motion and chugging half the bottle.

“Well, that’s good, cause I don’t think Tim Flood is making it out of here without a few stitches.”

“Good.” Katsuki finished the beer and chucked it into a recycle bin. He grabbed another and stalked out of the room. Everything felt too hot, too tight. His head was pounding. If you were here, you’d get a bag of ice and press it against his forehead. You’d probably call him an idiot for getting into another fight, that he needed to learn how to manage his temper better. He’d call you a dumbass but let you lead him away somewhere dark and quiet, away from all the other more insufferable dumbasses. You’d find some pain killers, get him some water, because that’s just the kind of caring person you were. Maybe you’d bring him upstairs, lead him to an unoccupied bedroom. The two of you would sit together on the bed, maybe just a little too close. You’d hand him the water, his hand would brush against yours. You’d look down, shy, blushing cutely. He’d lean forward, thread his hand through your incredibly soft hair, angle your face up to him. Your plush lips would part slightly and he’d lean forward and -

“Are you sure you’re good?” Kirishima asked, abruptly cutting off Katsuki’s impromptu fantasy. “Cause you don’t look so good.” Katsuki bit his tongue. “Is it because of what that guy said about (Y/N)?” Katsuki whipped around, glaring daggers. Kirishima smiled and put his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, bro, it’s okay! No one believed him, anyway.”

Katsuki scoffed, taking a swig of the beer. “(Y/N)’s too good for him anyway.”

“I bet you think (Y/N)’s too good for everyone here, right?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you need to hurry up and tell (Y/N) you like her!” Sero shouted, jumping in out of nowhere.

Katsuki dropped his bottle, Kirishima catching it just in time, and grabbed Sero by the front of his shirt and lifted him up. Sero just grinned his stupid, wide grin.

“Come on, Katsuki,” Denki said, slinging an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders. “We all know you’ve had a thing for (Y/N) since high school. Why don’t you just put us all out of our misery and tell her already?!”

Katsuki felt his face heat up. “I don’t- I haven’t - Fuck you!” Katsuki couldn’t remember why he was friends with these three idiots as they all burst out into laughter.

He snatched his bottle back and pushed through the crowd. He needed some air. He heard Sero yell after him, “You have to tell her eventually!”

And… That was mostly it. Katsuki’s memories of last night sort of started to trail off after that. He knew that he drank, he drank a lot. At some point he ended up by the pool. And maybe he’d called someone? Oh, hell, he hoped he hadn’t called someone.

His eyes snapped open at the soft groan. There you were, just inches away from his face, fast asleep and tucked in his arms. You were pressed close, breasts pushing against his chest, legs tangled with his, one hand clutching his shirt. Your lips were parted ever so slightly, breathing heavy and even.

And you were so fucking close.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His arms tightened around you and he tensed. How the hell did this happen? Did you actually come to the party last night? When, and why? What had called you down there-?

Oh. Oh, the call! He had called you last night? Some time in his drunken haze he must have figured out to bypass the timed lock he had put on it specifically to avoid calling people with a too-honest tongue. But had you…? Nervously, he looked down. He sighed in relief. You were both still dressed. At least that was one mistake he knew he hadn’t made.

Alright, that was one problem. Now, on to the next one: How was he going to get out of here without waking you up? Craning his head around, he checked out the room. Wait, this was his room. He was in his apartment! A picture of last night started to form in his mind. He’d called you, blabbering God knows what, and then you’d been a good person (why were you such a good person?) and had come to get him, to make sure he was okay. And then what? He’d somehow seduced you into his bed? No, it was more likely you had stayed to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit, maybe sat on the bed because it was the middle of the night and you were exhausted, and then… This.

Okay, okay, no, this was fine, he could fix this. He could slip out, let you keep sleeping. He’d make some breakfast in the kitchen and then you’d wake up, wander in rubbing the sleep from your eyes in that cute way you did when you pulled an all-nighter studying. He’d chastise you for lugging his drunk ass up here, for being out so late at night. You’d wave him off, compliment his cooking, tell him to take better care of himself, and then smile up at him with that blindingly beautiful smile and sparkling eyes.

“Morning.” Katsuki yelped at your greeting. He stared, wide-eyed, down at you, as you look back up at him lazily with those sparkling eyes. “It’s kinda hard to breathe here.” He realized then just how tight he was holding you. He jerked backward, his shout of surprise cut off as he fell off the bed. He rubbed his sore hip, looking up when he heard your giggle. You were leaning over the bed, smiling shyly when he caught you staring.

He gulped hard, feeling his face burning up. “Hi.”

You tucked a loose threat of hair behind your ear. “Hi.”

He should say something. He needed to say something. God, why wasn’t he saying something?

“I-“ Katsuki stopped with an incomplete thought in his mouth. He suddenly felt uncomfortably hot, his stomach clenching and throat going dry. Your face dropped as you lunged forward, dragging a bucket in front of him (where did that even come from?). He surged forward, clenching the sides of the bucket in a white knuckled grip, and threw up.

You slid off the bed and knelt next to him. You rubbed small circles in his back, whispering small comforts as he coughed up bile and alcohol and who knows what else. You reached over behind him and grabbed a glass of water from his nightstand.

“Here,” You said. “Rinse and spit. Don’t swallow or gargle, it’ll just mess with your gag reflex.” Rubbing the spike of pain growing in his forehead, he did what you said. When he caught his breath, he accepted the pain killers you had and dry swallowed them. You really had prepared for everything, huh?

Katsuki shoved the bucket away with his foot, leaning back against the bed. “Fuck…”

You hummed in response and scooted to sit next to him. “So,” You said.

“So,” He said back.

“I don’t suppose you remember much from last night?”

He clenched his jaw, mouth going dryer than it already was, if that was possible. He tried to laugh, but it sounded forced and strained, even to him. “Hey, we’re both still wearing pants, right?” You didn’t laugh back.

“So that’s a no then?” The seriousness with which you said that made him pause.

“I, uh, think I called you?”

“MmHmm. You didn’t sound too great, so I came to pull you out.”

“Huh. Thanks for that.”

“Yup.” You paused for a second. “Do you remember… anything else you said?”

Fuck.

“Uhh, I owe you breakfast?”

You looked away. “Is there anything you maybe told Sero that you wouldn’t want him to tell me?”

Double fuck.

“If this is about Halloween last year, Mina was the one who brought the Ouija board.” He smirked at you, waiting for you to laugh with him. Instead you didn’t even look up, staring a hole in the carpet with the intensity of your gaze.

You let out a sigh through your nose, pushing off your knees to stand. “I’m gonna head out,” You said, rubbing the back of your head and still not looking at him.

Katsuki jumped up, immediately regretting as his head began swimming. “(Y/N), wait-“ He cut himself off with another surge of nausea and lurched towards the bucket.

“Katsuki,” You said, sounding frustrated. “Look, I…” You sighed, running a hand through your hair and turning back to him. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, right? And for all the time I’ve known you, you’ve been stubborn and pig-headed and aggressive and just, you know, you. But still, in all that time, despite everything, I still…” You pressed your lips, looking for the right words. “I’m happy when I’m around you, Katsuki. I feel at ease, I feel protected, I feel like I can be better at anything. And I’ve thought about this a lot, so much that it makes my head spin and my heart hurt, but through all the trouble I still think it’s worth it. Because at the end of the day it means I still get to be with you and sometimes I just feel like that’s enough, but now I…” Your lip was trembling, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to take a big step forward and wrap you in the biggest, tightest hug of your life. Finally, you sighed in defeat. “But if you can’t say it, if the One and Only Katsuki Bakugo can’t say it, then how the hell can I?”

Your voice broke on the last word. Katsuki was so stunned and suddenly pinned with guilt that he couldn’t move when you spun on your heels and rushed out of his apartment.

Oh, fuck.

~~~

“Idiot,” You murmured to yourself as you fled up the apartment stairs, furiously wiping at your eyes to get rid of the oncoming tears. “Idiot, idiot, idiot.” By the time you reached your apartment and slammed the door behind you, you weren’t sure if you were talking about Katsuki or yourself.

You felt sick. Anxiety gnawed at your mind like a starving coyote. Had you really just confessed your feelings to Katsuki? Had you really just confessed your feelings to Katsuki like that? Would he ever speak to you again? Would things just become too awkward that you’d be edged out of your friend group? They had known Katsuki much longer than they had known you, after all. God, what if he was calling Kirishima right now and telling him about the disaster of a morning, after you had taken advantage of his blitz out state and slept in the same bed with him?

Well, no. Kirishima was probably still knocked out from his own night of heavy imbibing. Not to mention that even he, the most kind-hearted and patient person you knew, would have to draw a line at listening to Katsuki rant while dealing with a massive hangover.

And no, Katsuki wouldn’t do that to you. Despite his rough deminor, his abrasive personality, and his profane tongue, Katsuki was actually a sweetheart deep down. Maybe really deep down, but still. He wouldn’t be so intentionally cruel, even if you told him that you shared all of his baby pictures of him playing in his All Might onesie online.

So then why were you still huddled on a heap on the floor, back pressed against the front door, crying? Why was this pit of loneliness blooming in your chest?

You yelped at the sudden banging on the door. Who could be here so early in the morning? You had paid rent this month, right? You sniffed, rubbing your eyes and smoothing out your clothes. You hoped your cheeks weren’t the blotchy red they got whenever you were upset. You took a deep breath to steady your voice for whoever was outside.

Opening the door, you looked up at a wide-eyed Katsuki, panting hard with determination set on his face. You groaned internally.

“Katsuki,” You began,” About what I said, I’m sorr-”

Without waiting for you to finish, Katsuki surged forward. You tried to take a step backward, almost falling, but he caught you, a strong grip on your shoulders. Without waiting for you to get your bearings, Katsuki leaned in, smashing his lips against yours.

It wasn’t a graceful kiss, all clashing teeth and urgency rather than romance. His eyes were screwed closed. He stayed pressed against you, not moving, grip so tight on your upper arms you thought there might be a mark later.

Just as suddenly as he had come forward, he jerked back, but kept his hold on you. You both breathed heavily, eyes locked. Your mind whirled, a hundred voices shouting at the same time. For once, you decided to ignore them and let your body do what it wanted.

You reached up, wrapping your arms around Katsuki’s neck and pulled him back in. This kiss was controlled, soft and sweet. His hands dropped from your shoulders to wrap around your waist. He pressed in harder, adding desperation in the kiss, as if he thought you would vanish any second. When you both pulled away this time, he leaned his forehead against yours, noses bumping into each other, sharing the same breath.

His voice was rough. “Sorry,” He said. “I had to brush my teeth first.”

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha fanfic #fluff #happy birthday katsuki #fanfic #i'm a sap for a happy ending #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x reader

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blueberrylemontea-fanfic · 5 years ago

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Coming out

Okay so I read this super cute fic and I really liked the concept of Steve’s sister coming out to him so I wrote this. I rewrote Robin’s gorgeous Tammy Thompson story to fit this perspective, hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is Steve’s sister and she’s scared of telling him she’s into girls.

Word count: 1842

It had been years of incessant teasing.

Every time Steve had paraded a new girl around, he'd ask when he'd finally have to fend of a guy you were trying to sneak in.

And didn't you have a boyfriend yet?

And wasn't there at least one guy you kind of had a crush on?

And you know he'd kick every guy's ass that treated you poorly, right?

You knew it was only partially teasing anymore.

Partially, it was actual curiosity because you were eighteen now, and you were cute, and you were a Harrington so you were at least somewhat popular and still there hadn't been as much as one boyfriend.

Not even something casual or a crush or anything.

There had been one date back in 9th grade, which had not been a success and which had never been repeated.

It wasn't so much the teasing that bugged you.

Sure, it was annoying as all hell, but you're brother was always annoying as all hell.

It was the gnawing feeling you got at the pit of your stomach every time he teased you about guys.

Because you knew you were never going to get him to stop. You were never going to meet those expectations, were always going to let him down.

Because you knew you were never going to bring home a guy.

You hadn't told anyone yet, not even Steve.

You wanted to tell him, really, but nothing would ever be the same again. You didn't know if he would be okay with it.

You'd heard him say some awful things so casually...

You knew he'd changed since he left school, but what if he still couldn't accept this?

You couldn't bare to lose him too, he was basically all you had. Your parents had never been around much and Steve was the one person who had always been there for you.

You didn't know if you could take another person you loved thinking of you as a disappointment.

Just because you hadn't told anyone yet, didn't mean no one knew though.

You still didn't know how he'd figured it out, but he had. And he was the absolute last person you'd ever thought would not give you shit about it.

But as it turns out, Billy Hargrove's gaydar was on point.

He'd just sauntered up to you one day and you were sure he was going to sling some cheesy line your way to try and get in your pants but you could not have been more wrong.

"You know she's a lot more into your brother than you, right?"

He said it as casually you'd think he'd commented on the weather, but you felt the floor fall away under your feet.

You couldn't breath.

You felt like you were drowning, the pressure in your chest impossibly tight.

You had been so careful and now Billy fucking Hargrove knew your deepest, darkest secret.

You knew you were gawking at him like a fish out of water but you couldn't seem to stop. "W-what the hell are you talking about?"

Your heart was pounding too fast.

"Thompson"

You were going to throw up.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Pathetic. You didn't even buy that yourself. And by the look on Billy's face, neither did he.

"I'm talking about the fact that Tammy Thompson has no interest in you because she's too busy staring at your brother's dumbass hair"

"Holy shit"

You could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate

"Holy shit. Holy fucking shit"

"Hey, moron, chill out"

The insult helped, it was distracting.

"M' not gonna tell anyone. Just thought I'd let you know she's not interested so maybe stop staring at her with those big googly before someone else catches on"

You felt like someone had lifted a crushing weight off of your chest. You didn't think you had ever felt that relieved in your life.

"Why?"

Billy just shrugged and sauntered off "Later, moron"

Billy and you had kind of become friends after that. Turns out, he was such a shithead all of the times because his dad was a total piece of shit.

A very homophobic piece of shit.

A very homophobic piece of shit who happened to have a very gay son.

Yeah, who would've thought.

Steve had grilled you about Hargrove about a dozen times now, because why the fuck were you hanging out with him anyway when he was a total piece of shit and didn't you know he had beat the crap out of him?

And he knew he'd pestered you about guys before but when he said go get a boyfriend he certainly hadn't meant Hargrove and didn't you know he was only ever trying to get into girls' pants anyways?

If only he knew.

If only Steve knew that Billy had a massive crush on him, not her...

It was Billy who had told you Steve would be fine with it, that he knew what unaccepting looked like and Steve wasn't it, because it was clear as day that Steve loved you, and that wasn't going to go away.

It gave you hope. You really did want to tell him.

So here you were now, waiting for Steve to come home from work, dinner already waiting for him.

You heard the car pull up and felt that sinking feeling in your gut again.

Come on, Y/n, toughen up. You can do this.

He burst through the door and threw himself down on the couch. "I am spent" He shot back up almost immediately though, looking back at you.

Steve Harrington, ladies and gentlemen, the guy couldn't sit still if his life depended on it.

"Oh my god, you made dinner? You are so awesome" He hopped over the couch and put the giant plate of food you'd set out for him in the microwave.

"So what'd you do today, other than cook of course"

He gave you a quick hug, but you pulled him back a little longer.

Steve had always been a big hugger.

Your parents never showed either of you any affection, so Steve had made sure to give you plenty of it so you wouldn't feel like you were missing out.

You wondered if he still would after you told him.

He got his food out of the microwave and the two of you settled on the couch. Steve eating at the coffee table like your parents specifically told you not to, but which you did nearly every day anyway.

"Y'know, just hung out with Billy"

Steve rolled his eyes, he still didn't get it. "I'm telling you, Hargrove is just trying to get in your pants"

Not this again.

"Why else would he be hanging out with you?"

Auwtch.

"I don't know Steve, maybe because I'm a nice person?"

He paused, his fork still halfway between his plate and his mouth. "I didn't mean it like that. Of course you're a nice person, Y/n. You're the best person. I just don't trust him, okay? But hey, I'll give him credit if he's really caught on to how awesome you are"

He tucked back into his food, a sly grin spreading on his face. "So..."

You knew that so

"if you're not seeing Hargrove..."

You hated that so

"seeing some other cute guy then?"

You felt like crying.

"No."

You were crying.

Fuck.

Steve dropped his fork immediately and wiped away some of the tears on your cheek "Hey hey hey, what's wrong? What happened?"

You let out a long, shaky breath. "I've got to tell you something, and it's important and I'm scared"

You couldn't look him in the eye.

"You can tell me anything, Y/n. Just tell me, you're freaking me out a little, is everything okay?"

"Do you remember click's class?"

"What?"

"Click's class, you know, the history teacher with her clickity heals? First period on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Remember, I was always so pissed off at you after those classes and you thought it was because you always made us late and she blamed it on me, which makes no sense because I didn't even have my license yet so obviously you drove us there, but she thought you were brilliant even though you asked stupid questions and got bagel crumbs all over the floor?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, it wasn't because of that"

"Okay?"

"It was because she wouldn't stop looking at you"

"Mrs. Click?"

"Tammy Thompson.

I wanted her to look at me.

But she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair.

She was in love with you, and I didn't understand because she didn't even know you and you treated her like a douchebag and you didn't even like her.

But every class, there she was staring at you like you'd hung the moon and I wanted her to look at me that way, just once. But she never did.

And every day I would go home and I would just scream into my pillow and you thought maybe it was because I was in love with Billy, but it wasn't"

"But Tammy Thompson's a girl"

You were looking at those eyebrows knitted closely together, the confusion etched in every line on his face. You were fighting back your tears, because Steve didn't get it, but he would soon and this could all be it.

This could be the last moment your brother loved you.

"Steve..."

You saw it.

You saw it dawn on his face when he finally realized what you were saying.

Saw his brows unfurrow and his mouth fall open into a perfectly round 'o'.

"Oh"

"Oh."

"Holy shit"

"Yeah. Holy shit."

Steve leant back into the couch, his face completely unreadable.

You bit down on your teeth, blinking the tears away rapidly. You were going to be sick.

"You could do better"

What?

"I mean, yeah, Tammy Thompson, you know, she's cute and all, but, I mean, she's a total dud"

"What?"

"I'm serious, she wants to be like, a singer? The girl sounds like a Muppet giving birth, for Christ's sake"

You choked out a chuckle. How was this what he was thinking about?

"Well, I know she's a dud now, that was not my point"

"Good, cause if you two were dating and I'd have to listen to her all the time I would lose my fucking mind"

"Steve!"

You were still holding back tears, but you were smiling too. A confused, completely exasperated smile, because your brother was a goddamn weirdo, but he was such a wonderful weirdo, and he drove you insane, and you loved him so much.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing the top of your head "I love you"

And you cried.

You cried and you laughed and you hugged Steve so tight he couldn't breathe.

And Steve didn't get why you were crying, because how could you think he was even capable of not loving you?

And you didn't answer because it didn't matter, because Steve was right here, and you were happy.

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #Billy Hargrove

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sugarbooger513 · 4 years ago

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Angel’s Rising- Chapter Five

“I believe Midnight is coming to the class today, actually.” I finish pouring two cups of coffee. Once I hand one to Aizawa, he gives me a grateful smile before continuing what he was saying.

“She wants to give the kids something to look forward to before they go take their provisional licensing exam. Something about a dance or something.” I shrug and plop down on the couch beside him. “Lovely. Looks like I’m spending money on dresses for the girls.” He chuckles lightly and sips at the still steaming coffee. I don’t see how he can drink it black.

“I can pitch in-” “No sir, you can’t.” He rolls his eyes and glances at his phone. “I have the money.” “I do too. I enjoy buying nice things for them, Aizawa. I promise that I can handle this.” He sighs in defeat. “Fine, but tell me if you need anything.” “I will.”

We can hear the kids from down the hall. Gosh, that class can get loud. I can pretty much see the words ‘not today’ written across Aizawa’s forehead. I place my hand on his arm to keep him from walking in. “Allow me.” He seems confused, but lets me squeeze into the class before him.

Before anyone notices me, I gather a ball of energy into my hand. As soon as I drop it, a blinding white light covers the room. It’s gone quickly, but all of the kids are shocked. “Sit. Down.” That’s all it takes for every ass to find a seat.

“Come on, sis,” Lilith chuckles, “has Mr. Aizawa replaced you?” “Not quite, Williams. She insisted on handling you hooligans before I did.” I smile at Aizawa over my shoulder. He seems slightly impressed, actually.

“Before we get started on sparring matches, I think Midnight is-” “Right at the door, Eraserhead.” I turn and greet her with a wide smile. Once she walks in, she pulls me into a tight hug. “That was some impressive blast, Doc. I noticed it down the hall.” I smile and give her a squeeze. “Thanks, Midnight.”

“Do you two know each other?” Midnight turns to smile at Tenya. “Of course. I mentored Aria when she was a student here at UA.” I nod and glance at my sister’s. They have matching smirks on their faces. They only met Midnight once or twice as kids, but they certainly remember the training I was put through.

“Anyways, I’m here to ask you guys a question. Eraser may I-” She cuts off with a sigh. I follow her eyes to see Aizawa already in a sleeping bag, softly snoring. I think it’s adorable, but it seems to annoy her a bit. “U-uhh.. as the assistant, I give you permission to do what you need, Midnight.” “Thank you, dear. Would you check on him?” I nod and walk to the corner hes managed to huddle up in.

Once I crouch in front of him, he opens one eye slightly. “Huh?” “I’m just checking on you. You feel okay?” He nods, closing that eye again. I smile a bit seeing how calm he looks for once.

“Wait,” I hear Mina’s voice grow louder from excitement, “a dance? Like, a real dance?” I stand and walk back to Midnight. “Yes, a real dance. It would be up to you guys to tell your class president and vice president what you want to see. Of course, they must get it approved by Mr. Aizawa and Aria.” “M-me?” She chuckles at my small squeak. “Of course, dear. You help run this class now.”

Midoriya raises his hand. “Will the teachers be chaperoning?” “Of course. Aizawa and Aria will figure all of that out.” I giggle when I notice Aizawa open his eyes with a glare. “I think he disagrees.” Midnight chuckles. “That’s why we have you. He seems to think of you as a friend.”

“Whatever,” Aizawa stands and pulls the sleeping bag away, “there. That’s all you needed, right? Can we get to our training?” Midnight nods and pats my shoulder. “Make sure he helps with this dance. These kids need it.” “Of course.” She leaves, which lets Aizawa take control of his class again. “Get to the training grounds. I’ll pair you up there.” The kids rush to the changing rooms, so I walk to Aizawa.

“So, anything new for sparring.” “It’ll be in teams. Two on each.” I nod, but I suddenly recall there only being twenty-two students. That isn’t divisible by four. “Won’t there need to be two teams with three?” “No. Trust me.” Okay? I shake my head, but follow him to the training grounds. He does already have the teams matched up. He actually puts Rose and Denki together, and Lilith with Tenya.

Teams are put against each other, and I have to watch Rose’s team face Tokoyami and Tsu. It was super close, but Rose won.

“Only one team left. Iida and Williams, lets go.” The two of them walk over, but they both have a confused look on their face. “Umm, sir,” Lilith looks around, “everyone else went.” He nods, and points to Present mic, who came to watch Rose’s battle. “Mic is going to watch this. For your opponent, I’ll be fighting with Aria.”

My eyes widen in shock. “A-Aizawa! We’re pros! We can’t face-” “We can. Just don’t kill them.” Lilith and Tenya both look at us worriedly. Honestly, I would feel a bit more comfortable facing Rose. She has a mentor, and I’m sure the two of them spar all the time. Still, I don’t like the idea of having to hit my little sister.

Still, Aizawa pulls me beside him. “Look,” he glances at Lilith, “this is no longer your sister and teacher. We’re villains. Do not hold back, or you’ll be expelled.” I really believe him this time. Mic walks over and gives us a nod. it’s the signal to begin.

Lilith makes the first move. Clouds surround her and form a barrier. Still, she lets out a curse when they disappear. Aizawa, of course, is erasing that quirk of hers. “Watch out!” His yell comes too late. Tenya lands a kick into my abdomen, which knocks the air from my body. I really mean it when I say that I’m not meant for combat, but I guess that gives the two of them an advantage.

Without thinking, I hold my hand up and blast light into Tenya’s face. he leans back with a yell, which gives me time to grab his arm. Flipping a big guy over a shoulder is hard enough, but his fucking hero suit weighs a ton. Still, he hits the ground with a loud crash.

Aizawa’s scarf wraps around my waist and yanks me towards him just as Lilith gets to where I was. She was about to attack. Now she seems keen on defending Tenya. My back hits Aizawa’s chest. “I need you to blind her.” “But then you-” “Do it, Aria.” I nod, ignoring my better judgement. This will end up blinding him, too, which means his quirk won’t work.

I drop a large ball of light, which blinds even the other students. Something hard hits me in the side, and I can only assume it’s one of Lilith’s damn clouds. She doesn’t have to see them to control them. She just has to be able to use her quirk. Aizawa lets out a chuckle before nudging my arm. “Got her.” Huh? The light finally dims, and I see her directly in front of me. She had a ball of her cloud in her hand, ready to hit me with it, but Aizawa’s scarf is wrapped tightly around her.

“Y-you couldn’t see me!” “I know, but I had my scarf prepared from when I pulled Aria out of the way.” I move away and walk towards Tenya. He goes to stand, but I place my foot on the back of his neck and slam him into the grass. He groans, but doesn’t fight back. Mic quickly rushes over and nods.

“The villains won.” I back away from Tenya and offer him a hand. He takes it with a smile. “For a support hero, you pack a punch, Aria.” “Oh, thanks. You two did amazing! I’m super proud.” When I look at Aizawa, he seems to be giving Lilith pointers. Still, the look on her face is.. sad. Tenya notices and frowns. “May I come over today? She looks like she’ll need some company.” “Of course, Tenya. You’re allowed over anytime.”

Rose rushes over to Lilith the moment Aizawa walks away. He comes over to me with a sigh. I barely notice blood on his lip. “You got hit?” He shrugs and wipes it away. “Your sister manged to throw one of those clouds and nail me in the mouth.” I chuckle and place my finger on his bottom lip. He smiles a bit when I use my quirk. “Thank you.” “Anytime, Aizawa. Is she okay?” “She’s just hard on herself. This will make her better in the long run. Okay class,” he turns to them, “you’re dismissed. Go get your things and go.”

Everyone walks to the classroom together, and of course the students need to change. Most of the class leaves as Aizawa and I are straightening the desk. “Hey, Denki and Tenya are coming over, Lilith! We can walk home.” Lilith smiles at her twin, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Go wait in the hall. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Rose and the boys walk out, but I don’t feel okay with it. When I look at Lilith, she’s staring blankly at one of her notebooks. It really isn’t like her to be like this. When I start walking to her, I notice a tear roll down her cheek. “Lils?” Her sniffle is enough to make me rush to hug her. “Hey, why are you crying?”

“I-I couldn’t.. I couldn’t beat you guys..” Of course that’s bothering her. I bite my lip and squeeze her tighter. “Lilith,” I run my hand through her dark brown hair, “it’s fine. We’ve been trained to-” “You don’t have an offensive quirk, A-Aria. Neither does Mr. Aizawa, but I do. I barely landed a single hit! That isn’t-” “Lilith, calm down before you throw yourself into a panic attack.” Her shaking becomes more violent, so I start rubbing circles on her back as a way to try and calm her.

“Lilith, sit.” I notice Aizawa beside me. Lilith pulls away from me and sits in the chair behind her. Aizawa grabs a chair for the two of us before motioning for me to sit. “Lilith,” he leans forward and places his elbows on his knees, “Aria has a point. Her and I have been in real battles before. You have, technically, but you aren’t a pro.” “That.. doesn’t help. sir.”

“I don’t want it to help. It’s a wake up call.” ‘S-sir?” I even give him a confused look. He sighs and reaches to put his hand on her shoulder. “You’re strong. You didn’t win, but I saw the determination in your eyes. I saw how you rushed to defend Iida when Aria had him down.” She blushes slightly and look away from his intense gaze. I understand that, but I also know that we look away for completely different reasons.

“When I speak to you,” he sighs, “look me in the eyes. Don’t back down.” She quickly meets his eyes again, suddenly determined. I smile. That’s my sister. “I’m fine, Mr. Aizawa.” “I know you are, but I have a question.” “Sir?” He suddenly smirks and removes his hand from her shoulder. Instead, he holds it to shake with her.

“Let me mentor you.” “H-huh?” She looks at me, shocked. I hold my hands up and laugh. “This is the first I’m hearing of this.” “Lilith, you remind me a lot of.. an old friend. He passed away, but I see so much of him inside of you.” “Who.. was he?” Aizawa lowers his hand, suddenly smiling, obviously deep in thought. “He.. we called him Loud Cloud. He was.. special. I feel like training you is something he would have wanted to do, and since he isn’t here, I feel obligated.”

She suddenly hops from her seat, her eyes filling with tears again. “P-please? I promise that I won’t l-let you down!” He stands and places his hand back on her shoulder. “I know you won’t. We train before and after class from now on. Deal?” “Y-yes sir!” He dismisses her, smiling when he sees her practically skip from the classroom.

“How long have you been planning that, Aizawa?” “Oh, not long. I just.. well, it started when I realized how jealous she might be that her sister got a mentor before her, but after today..” He trails off, but quickly picks back up. “She’s a strong girl. Both of them are. You raised them well.”

I smile and get on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his scruffy cheek. He turns pink, but doesn’t say anything. However, when I try to grab my thing, that scarf of his shoots out and wraps around my wrist.

“W-wait.” He pulls me over and gives me a tight hug. One of his hands finds the back of my head to hold me against his chest. “Is.. is this okay?” I nod and nuzzle into his sweatshirt. “Of course, Aizawa. Why wouldn’t it be?”

His chuckle has no amusement in it. “I just.. don’t tend to let people get close.” “Physically or emotionally?” “Either, but I trust you.” I look up, which makes our noses brush. He slides his hand to rest on my cheek with a smile. “Also,” his warm breath hits my lips, “my first name is Shouta. I.. would prefer for you to call me that.”

I make a mental note of that and nod. His eyes scan my face, and he sighs before speaking again. “I.. I could kiss you right now.” My heart races excitedly. I try not to show too much excitement, but I can tell that I am anyways. “W-what’s stopping you?” He smirks slightly and starts backing me into a wall. “Nothing, technically, but.. I want a perfect moment.” “W-why isn’t this perfect?”

“I would hardly call our classroom romantic.” “W-well.. you have a car?” He laughs and backs away from me, leaving me a blushing mess. “Someone is very eager.” I start playing with my thumbs, awkwardly laughing. “Y-yeah.. I’ve never..” “Waaait,” he holds his hand up, “you’re twenty-two.. and haven’t had a kiss?” I shake my head and whimper. “I focused on the girls.. so I didn’t give a guy the time of day..”

“That’s cute and all, but now it definitely has to be a perfect moment.” Damn it. I pout without really thinking about it, which makes him chuckle. “You’re precious, Aria. Look, I promise that I’m not stringing you along or anything. I like you.” I cover my face and squeak. Yep, that’s a first.

“Keep in mind,” he sighs, “I’m eight years older than you.” “So?” He moves my hands from my face and smiles softly. His cheeks are a bright pink. “I’m guessing you feel the same?” When I nod, he grabs my hand to bring it to his mouth. “I’m really.. I’m happy, Aria.” He places a gentle kiss on my knuckles before leaning his cheek into the palm of my hand.

“Come on, I should take you home.” I nod and grab my things from the desk. When he grabs my hand and laces our fingers together, I giggle. He chuckles and leads me to his car. Of course, Mic tries to say something, but one glare sends him on his way.

“Aiza- I mean, Shouta,” man that sounds weird, “are we..?” “Dating?” “Yeah, that.” He keeps my hand in his as he drives down the road. He gives me a tiny smile. “No. Not yet.” When he notices the worry on my face, he chuckles. “Aria, don’t worry yourself. I wouldn’t lead you on. I will ask you out, but it needs to be perfect. I want.. I want to do this right, okay?” I smile, feeling a bit better. “SO.. what if I just ask you to be my boyfriend?” “Nope. Not until I ask you to be my girlfriend.”

When Shouta stops in front of my house, he gives my hand another kiss. “Do me a favor?” “Of course, Sho.” He grins at that nickname. I guess it is better than ‘Zawa. “When you take the girls dress shopping, get one for yourself. I want to pay for it.” “N-no!” He raises an eyebrow, which makes me freeze. “Yes. I want you to have something nice. Plus.. you need to get used to being spoiled.” I whimper, which makes him chuckle. “Go inside before I keep you, brat.”

I roll my eyes and lean over to kiss his cheek. It still makes him blush a bit, and his eyes glow happily. “Text me. I like talking to you.” “Okay, Sho.” He doesn’t drive off until I get onto the small porch. When I go inside, I smile at Tenya and Lilith cuddling on the couch. She smiles warmly at me, and Rose rushes from the kitchen.

“Denki and I are making cookies!” “That’s awesome, kiddo. I have a question for the two of you.” Both girls look at me confused, but I give them a wide smile. “When are y’all wanting to go dress shopping?”

@katgalle

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x oc #bnha #mha #fanfiction

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hrsvlg · 4 years ago

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CHARACTER SHEET / REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!

basics

FULL NAME. edelgard von hresvelg PRONUNCIATION. ee-del-guard von res-vehlg NICKNAME. edie, edel, el, lady edelgard, your highness, your majesty GENDER. cisfemale HEIGHT. 5′3″ AGE. 17-18 (part 1) // 23-24 (part 2) ZODIAC. cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES. edelgard has grown up being taught the languages of fódlan, so that she can communicate with anyone in any region.

physical characteristics

HAIR COLOR. snow white EYE COLOR. lavender BODY TYPE. petite, with hidden strength ACCENT. flawless, as befits the heir to an empire such as hers. VOICE. commanding, calm, sure of herself DOMINANT HAND. right but can use her left when she needs to POSTURE. trained at a young age to have perfect posture TATTOOS. none BIRTHMARKS. one on her left hip, one on her right thigh. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). her hair and eyes stand out a lot, especially when combined with the amount of red she wears.

childhood

PLACE OF BIRTH. enbarr, adrestian empire HOMETOWN. enbarr, adrestian empire BIRTH WEIGHT. idk, on the lighter side of average? BIRTH HEIGHT. probably on the smaller side, but not dangerously? FIRST WORDS. ‘no.’

SIBLINGS. ten half-siblings, all deceased. PARENTS. emperor ionius von hresvelg ix (father, sickly), anselma von arundel (mother, deceased) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. generally non-existant, as her mother left the empire when she was 9 and her father was busy with politics. she had older siblings that she cared for, but they were all killed.

adult life

OCCUPATION. crown princess of the adrestian empire, student at the garreg mach officer’s academy, house leader for the black eagles, emperor of the adrestian empire (later) CURRENT RESIDENCE. garreg mach monastery, fódlan // enbarr, adrestian empire CLOSE FRIENDS. hubert von vestra, ferdinand von aiger (verse dependent), byleth eisner (verse dependent) RELATIONSHIP STATUS. lol, single af. FINANCIAL STATUS. money is no object. DRIVER’S LICENSE. modern verses she has one CRIMINAL RECORD. lol are we talking war crimes? VICES. get in losers we’re overthrowing the curch

sex and romance

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. demiromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. not all that notable? she can ignore any desires in favor of her ambitions with usual ease. TURN ONS. respect, loyalty, just being comfortable with her tbh? TURN OFFS. emotional weakness, betrayal, an inability to trust her. LOVE LANGUAGE. acts of service, honestly. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. edelgard is amazingly a bit of a romantic at heart, even if she is realistic enough to recognize that she is more than likely not going to get anything like that in her own life. after all, she is the heir to an empire, and the daughter of a man who had many different lovers. add in her own goals of changing the world order, and you’ve got a woman who rarely gets into romantic relationships, instead just focusing on her goals.

miscellaneous

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. tbd once i get a better hold on her HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. board games, training, reading, studying, plotting MENTAL ILLNESSES. definitely some ptsd PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. insomnia? does that count here? LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. left brained, analytical and critical FEARS. rats, the ocean SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. fairly decent? she is aware of her weaknesses and strives to correct them, but does not ignore her skills. VULNERABILITIES. she can’t swim, and her movement is slower than other classes.

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#▌♔ ❝ headcanon #some of this is subject to change but here we go

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firebrands · 5 years ago

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Anthropocene: Chapter 2 - 1940

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, M, iron man noir / soulmate AU (eventually a civil war fix-it), 2k words, chapter 2/8 | chapter 1

also on ao3

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The journalists are asking about Virgil. Irritating, personal questions that Tony doesn’t have the answers to, and if he did, he wouldn’t answer them anyway—it’s too soon. Too fresh, hot like Virgil’s blood on his hands when he’d pulled him up from the floor to check, one last time, if there was any hope…

“Sir, your 10 o’clock is waiting,” Rhodes says, and Tony’s sure he says it to cut the press conference short.

“You ever heard of the aardwolf, Rhodes?” Tony quips, playful in front of his audience.

“Only species of hyena to attack its prey before it’s fully dead,” Rhodes deadpans, and ushers Tony up from his chair.

Tony waves off the reporters with a smile and a parting line about writing obituaries with class, and turns to Rhodes to ask who he’s meant to be meeting.

Rhodes swings the door to Tony’s office open and they both stop in their tracks, shocked.

There’s a skinny man bent over a notebook, and at the sound of the door opening, he turns to look up at them.

He stands up quickly, setting his notebook aside as he moves to walk up to them. “Mr. Stark,” he says. “I’m Steve Rogers. Your new chronicler.”

Tony shuts the door behind him and Rhodes.

“Sure you are, buddy,” he says, smiling a little, and shooting a look at Rhodes that he hopes conveys how out of his depth this kid is. Because that’s what he is: a kid—scrawny and small and would probably die as soon as a mosquito deigned to land on him.

“You’re the one Mr. Munsey sent?” Rhodes asks, leaning his hip against Tony’s desk as he assesses Rogers.

“Yes,” Steve grinds out. He extends his hand to Tony: “it’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Stark.”

Tony shakes Rogers’ hand, surprised at the strength of his grip.

“Look, kid,” Tony says, sighing a little as he pours himself a drink. “Next place we’re headed to isn’t a walk in the park, and I don’t have time to hold your hand through it.”

Steve huffs. He’s probably used to this, which makes Tony feel a bit bad adding to his portfolio of letdowns.

“I can write and I can draw. I can hold my own in a fight. I think my frame can help when there are places that are hard to reach, and I can carry what I need for the trip,” he says. The spiel sounds rehearsed, which is a bit endearing.

“You know what happened to Tony’s last chronicler?” Rhodes asks, shrugging at Tony: they have timelines, to consider, too—the publisher gave them two weeks to get back with a story for the magazine, and Captain Namor wasn’t going to wait around, not after they’d already shanghaied him into bringing them to Atlantis.

“Yes.” Rogers nods. “I’m sorry to hear it.”

“And you’re sure you can handle yourself, wherever we’re going?”

“Just tell me when we can start.”

Tony flops down onto the couch opposite Rogers and takes a sip of his whiskey. “Show me your work,” he says, extending a hand and curling his fingers to his palm.

Rogers hands Tony his portfolio and looks over his shoulder as Tony flips through the pages. His eyebrows rise as he goes through Rogers’ work. “You’ve got skills, Rogers” he says, not bothering to mask his disbelief.

“Of course I do. Mr. Munsey is a hard man to please,” Rogers sniffs. “And call me Steve, Mr. Stark.”

Tony barks out a laugh. “Yeah, well call me Tony, then.”

Rhodes, who has made his way over to them to look at Steve’s portfolio, rolls his eyes at the exchange.

“So what do you say, Tony?” Steve asks, a small smile on his lips as he looks down at him. “Partners?”

Tony sighs, and gives Steve an appraising look.

Steve responds with a frank stare.

Tony feels drawn to him, for some inexplicable reason. Part of him is all too ready to trust Steve, and it scares him, especially after Gialetta. But it’s different, this strange pull, like a tide during a full moon. Stronger, somehow, and more sure than anything.

Tony shrugs. “Okay,” he says, standing to shake Steve’s hand. “Welcome to Marvels.”

Steve’s smile is as bright as the sun.

“Don’t die on me,” Tony adds, smiling ruefully.

Tony’s never cared much about his chroniclers—he usually left them to do their work and didn’t feel the need to check in on their progress. He was always too focused on planning the next trip, charting boats, finding maps, double and triple checking information.

So it’s a surprise when one night, Steve shows up at his doorstep with a typewriter tucked under his armpit.

“I have some questions,” he says, without any preamble. “And I need as much time as I can get to finish this before the deadline.”

Tony holds open the door and lets Steve in. “Couldn’t wait for tomorrow, I take it,” he says, leading them towards the kitchen. “Dinner?”

“No and yes, please,” Steve says, following behind him closely.

Steve sets up his typewriter on the counter and pulls a notebook and pen out of his bag. “I just want to make sure that I haven’t missed anything too important,” he says.

“Other than what I’ve already told you?” Tony turns to look at Steve inquisitively from where he’s bent down to check the oven, where Jarvis usually set aside some food.

Steve’s cheeks flush, as if he’d been caught looking at something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Y-Yes,” Steve stammers, then bites his lip as he composes himself. “They were helpful for illustration purposes. But I just want details right for the piece.”

“You know you have artistic license, right?” Tony asks, laughing a little. He stands up slowly, making sure to arch his back as he does. Behind him, Steve clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

“I just want to do right by the story,” Steve says, after a beat. He’s smiling a bit shyly at Tony. “And since your last chronicler—”

“Right,” Tony says, cutting Steve off and sliding a plate filled with chicken and potatoes in front of Steve. “Can you eat and write?”

It’s almost midnight when Steve yawns and thanks Tony for dinner.

“Come over any time,” Tony says, and is surprised to find that he means it—and not just the part of him that enjoys the way Steve’s cheeks turn pink when Tony looks at him from under his eyelashes. Steve is insightful, curious, and handsome . For the first time in a long time, Tony’s looking forward to spending a few weeks on a boat, because those few weeks meant spending more time with Steve.

It’s a day before the story is due for publishing and Steve shows up on Tony’s doorstep again. It’s past dinnertime, and he looks a bit wild around the eyes. “I’m almost done,” he says. “I want you to see it.”

Tony smiles, ushers Steve inside. “Coffee?”

“No, thank you,” Steve says. “I’ve already had too much.”

Tony guides Steve to the den, where a fire was already going.

Steve removes his jacket before he sits on the floor. He opens up his leather satchel, pulling out the story and some illustrations and lays them flat against the floor.

Tony kneels down beside him. “I’m afraid I don’t have my glasses,” Tony mumbles.

“That’s okay,” Steve says. “I can read it to you.”

Tony gets up to make himself a cup of coffee and sits down on one of the chairs in front of the fire.

Steve clears his throat, and begins to read.

Tony closes his eyes lets Steve’s clear voice wash over him. Again he finds himself thinking that after Gialetta, he’d be a bit more wary about letting people into his life like this. Still, it’s hard not to grow fond of Steve, and after almost two weeks spending every evening together, it’s hard not to trust him, either. And underneath all of that, there’s still that strange feeling from when he’d first met Steve, like he knows him.

Tony cracks an eye open to peer at Steve, who has stopped talking. “And then?” he asks.

“Just checking to see if you were still awake,” Steve teases.

“You could never bore me, Steve,” Tony admits, smiling when he sees Steve duck his head to hide a blush.

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #stevetony fanfiction #stony fanfiction #steve rogers #tony stark #pre-serum steve rogers #soulmate AU #iron man noir #iron man noir au #things i write #anthropocene

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indulgnces · 5 years ago

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hello! it’s jess again with my new final girl bb brooke under the cut! (AHS 1984 SPOILERS!) I’m playing her pre-prison for the most part, but legit after this next episode there are gonna be some new attributes given to her, so I’ll circle back and change as needed after Wednesday!

❛ ( LILY COLLINS ) ◈ dude, shut up ! BROOKE THOMPSON from AHS: 1984 is on screen. their fans swear they’re just COMPASSIONATE & CLEVER, but we’ve all seen their RESERVED & SKEPTICAL side ! according to TRUMAN WIKIA, they’re TWENTY-FOUR years old, CLOSETED BISEXUAL, & identify as CISFEMALE ( SHE/HER ). they’re currently a VETERINARY ASSISTANT & are CONFUSED about life in truman. luckily they have THEIR ENGAGEMENT RING AND HER KNIFE with them & can visit THE ROLLER RINK whenever they want. penned by JESS.

so her bio is always subject to change depending on what happens, as her show is currently airing, so a final version of her won’t come around for another couple weeks. but below is a sketch of my sweet & badass final girl brooke thompson (spoiler warning for ahs 1984!!)

CANON LIFE

(gun tw, murder tw)

“I, uh I had this dumb idea, this, this dream to-” “To be somebody?” “No. To be nobody.....I pretended for so long to be somebody that I wasn't. Now I don't even know who I am.”

was a smart child who liked to learn. top of her all her classes. goodie-goodie who I wouldn’t call a nerd or a teacher’s pet, just like a prepared student who kept to herself and aced all her shit

things were smooth but then there was this entitled jerky bad Nice Guy who kept coming in 2nd behind her, and instead of pushing himself to idk be smarter than brooke and be on top on his own, he bitched and straight up stopped talking to brooke

that wasn’t enough for the baby tho, and so he convinced everyone else in their class to stop talking to brooke too. fucking iced out by her entire class

brooke did not like that. v much did not like that. she is a bit of a people pleaser, and can be easily peer pressured, and the idea of people thinking of her in a negative light, the idea that she was making other people mad or upset for some reason, didn’t set well with her, so she started to fail on purpose

pretended to be dumber than she was until she fell into the #2 spot, then the icing out stopped and the mean Nice Guy asked brooke out and ....she said yes bc well, why not?

flash forward and he’s asking her to marry him and she says yes for the same reasons before and though they’ve been together for years, they’ve never had sex/were saving themselves

did i forget to mention Nice Guy was a jealous guy? i feel like that was implied, but yeah he was a v jealous boy, and during their wedding he accused brooke of sleeping with his best man sam duke (montana’s brother wassup), then proceeded to shoot sam, brooke’s dad when he tried to protect brooke, and then aimed that gun at brooke before shooting himself instead

#traumatized

brooke got the hell out of dodge after that. didn’t want to be that girl anymore. didn’t want to be the Smart Girl or the Girl Who Slept With Her Fiance’s Best Man or the Girl With The Crazy Fiance or the Girl With The Murder Wedding like she just didn’t want to be anybody, wanted to blend into a crowd of strangers and disappear

where better to do that than los angeles?

moved to la, got into santa monica college to take classes towards becoming a veterinarian assistant, was just gonna chill

then the night stalker decided to break into her apartment and try to kill her, but she’s got Balls and is clever when in danger, so she beat him with a frying pan and made a lot of noise and her neighbors heard and saved her life so #bless

decided again to get the hell out of dodge and go with a group of new friends to be a camp counselor at camp redwood for the summer because fun!!!! and safety, mostly

except not fun OR safe bc their first night there and she’s nearly killed by THREE killers (richard, mr.jingles, and fucking MONTANA) on separate occasions, had a traumatized night all around, and when daylight broke, she managed to kill that bitch montana in an act of self defense

bad timing tho bc she gutted her when a bus full of children were driving by, so like, not a good look, and then that bitch camp owner & true serial killer psycho margaret decided to pin all the murders on brooke so (upside down smile face emoji yknow the one)

brooke was found guilty and, after five years in jail, was sentenced to death by lethal injection

sentence was carried, brooke died an Absolute Boss, giving no fucks to richard (this man terrified her before and now she doesnt give two shits my gIRL!!), spitting at margaret, just being a badass, and then afterwards donna gave her a dose of adrenaline and brought my girl back to life

donna brought her back to health, and during that time brooke bonded and began to trust her. she also found out about margaret returning to camp redwood for a festival, and has made it her mission to go back and gut that lying bitch for the hell she put her through before she can go on with her life

also on her one day of fun out of the hotel after her recovery, she had a brief run in with a psycho serial killer bc (donna &) brooke’s apparently just serial killer BAIT, but guess what? just like every time before my girl used her fucking brain and got both her and donna out of their situation, and because she’s a badass now, she didn’t run away this time, instead she stayed and finished the job - opting to tie the psycho up and cut off his hitchhiking thumbs like a fucking BOSS i love her

now walking the way to redwood with her girl donna

and that’s everything of brooke thus far in canon! I’ll add more when the series ends!

FUN FACTS & HEADCANONS

did not sleep with sam, thank you very much

lost her virginity to ray, the ghost, during that traumatizing night at redwood and it was only Okay

was kissed by montana during that traumatizing night before it came to light that montana fucking hated her guts, and um that split second kiss did more for her than sex with ray? (no tea no shade ray you got a shudder or two out of her okay (but not the o oof)) brooke didn’t know she could feel that way towards women until montana kissed her and that shit SCARED her so she freaked and ran

so you know how brooke told donna not to kill that psycho killer who tried to kill them when they were on the road? it wasn’t because she wanted to torture him. it’s because she didn’t want donna to have to go through the trauma of killing somebody. bc even though she knows she was justified in killing montana, and she had to do it to save her life, she still went through the trauma of knowing she ended someone’s life, and she compassionate and doesn’t want her friend to deal with it either. she’s not about that murder game now, she’s not gonna kill if she don’t have to. but she’s not the same as she was before, not gonna let ppl get off scotch free - aka why she took the man’s thumbs & tied him up: punishment for what he did, and she left him there vulnerable to either die, or more likely: be found by a passing car, and face the punishment for what he did

girl really is serial killer bait though. idk what it is. when she was an innocent girl just trying to get through life? encountered her joey her fiance (killed 3 ppl including himself), ramirez (killed 13? people and counting), montana (psycho killed at least 2 people, presumably more, and counting), and mr. jingles (killed 5+ people) - most of who just wanted to kill her to killer her. then she became a bad bitch. and again, serials killers took an interest in her, with both ramirez & psycho bruce hitchhiker both amused by her new thick skin smhhh, girl can’t catch a break one way or another with these killers.

TRUMAN

“I don’t know what’s real. I- I don’t even trust myself.”

ah, truman, brooke has been utterly confused about truman

because brooke, she buys the story the actors have told her

okay, so she moved to truman after the Red Wedding nightmare, okay, sure

but like, she spent five years in jail for crimes she didn’t commit, and that shit has left an IMPRESSION on this girl and so she’s also like, something doesn’t add up

but she’s not suspicious by nature, and she’ll believe what she’s been told, because why rock the boat and say otherwise?

so she got her degree in truman in biology, with intentions to pursue veterinary school for her doctorate and obtain her license, and she hasn’t spoken her doubts aloud

but like, LATELY (*cough* with the season’s premiere *cough*), babe’s been more confused than usual, with intense bouts of memories coming back to her

and she’s expressed these distressing memories to the actors, who act the same way the redwood crew did to her when she told them she was being chased by mr.jingles that first episode: they mocked and laughed her off, got her to believe what they needed her to

but just like redwood, with each passing week the memories won’t stop, and she’s been Distressed and then her PRISON EPISODE hit her and the sensation of dying has fully convinced her that these are not just dreams, these events are real, and she’s not sure how to process it

since the memories have returned, her new experiences and thick skin from prison has returned, making her wary of strangers once again, but it’s battling with her current perception of the world, and it’s all especially especially in this place that’s filled with people trying to tell her that’s she crazy for her memories

PERSONALITY

okay so, before prison? girl was naive and dependent and trusting and believed n the best of people. she got scared easy, had trouble being alone at night, and relied on the people around her for protection in life. she went with the flow and had little agency in her life, as she allowed her controlling fiance to p much dictate her life tbh

before prison but after her red wedding, brooke became more reserved then usual, because she had an intense desire to be alone, and to be away from the stigmas and the reputation she had in her old life following the nightmare event. it was her first taste of independence, though she was still dependent in nature, as the second a group of friends came into her life, she found herself following their lead, tagging along.

after prison? total change. five years - NO, 1825 DAYS - in prison absolutely changed her. she looked back at her life and that night and realized she was too trusting. she got warnings and scares multiple times that day and night at redwood, from the gas station employee to the hitchhiker to the mystery phone call to the news report to LITERALLY BEING CHASED and she still didn’t follow her gut - instead she tried to do what everyone else around her told her to do, which was relax because she was supposedly being paranoid. if she had pushed, if she had the nerve to walk away even, none of this would have happened. and she hates herself for that.

she spent five years as an innocent victim with scary guilty criminals, and she grew a thick skin as a result. lost her innocence and her wide-eyed charm.

not she’s skeptical, and even more reserved than before, and wary to strangers. she’s still compassionate and helpful, still feels for people and had an urge to help, but she doesn’t follow those urges as helplessly as she did before. she trusts her gut more.

carries around a knife too because, as said earlier, she’s some kinda magnet for killers and you can never be too safe!

I called her clever because my girl, when in life and death situations,is SO FUCKING SMART like she does not go out without a fight and it’s never full on “imma hit you with my fists” its “let me see what I have around me at my disposal” like she is smart and she is quick to grasp a new situation when her life is in peril, she out here wielding frying pans and canoe paddles and using two serials killers pushing her around in a net as momentum to grab a tree and climb out of her net like she’s so smart

when her life is not in peril, though, she be doing dumb shit like sleeping with her window open KNOWING serial killers take advantage of that shit and answering creepy pay phones in the middle of the night so, shes a naive bitch too

positive: compassionate, determined, honest, clever, resourceful, helpful, kind

negative: reserved, skeptical, resentful, paranoid, tense, touchy, withdrawn

SUBJECT TO CHANGE! as the season progresses.

CANON CONNECTIONS

i basically love brooke with all of the redwood gang tbh

montana? love it. angsty dark shit im game. xavier? love it. soft as fuuuck. richard? game, tell him to fuck off sis he don’t scare you no more. donna? bet, I need this badass duo in my life!!! chet? adorable babies, let them share more marshmallows together. ray? also cute, he may be a coward but he was soft with her so!, trevor? #letsmakebrookeblush2k19 bc that big dick interaction was funny and I wanted more moments of blushing virgin brooke becoming speechless around trevor (and montana, or the ultimate combo of trevor & montana) during a summer at redwood bUT THAT NEVER HAPPENED

anyways

TRUMAN CONNECTIONS

once again, I’ll probs post smth separate for her connections!

and yeah! that’s everything on my new girl! if you’ve made it this far, you’re still the best my dudes!! if you’d like to do any kind of plotting with my girl, just go ahead and hit that like button, and I’ll slide in y’alls dms! ♥

#truman:intro #intro #face is subject to change as I feel lily out for her #i also didnt proof this so #ahs spoilers

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Springtime Edition 2019.

These are the prompts we’ve received so far.

Crossed out prompts have already been selected and are being turned into fics!

I’d like to thank everyone who’s taken the time to come up with an idea and send it our way. Your prompts are the heart of the Exchange. Without them our lovely authors wouldn’t get to write all those beautiful fics. So, please, keep them coming!

You haven’t sent anything yet? Don’t worry, there’s still time. We’ll be receiving prompts until March 3. Don’t be afraid to inspire us!

Prompts:

Prompt 1: Peeta calls Animal Control Officer Katniss for help with something in his attic. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 2: Struggling artist Peeta is a licensed cosmetologist attracted to gorgeous girl Katniss posting a makeup artist job he assumes is for stage actors but turns out is for her family's funeral home. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 3: When students are forced to squeeze together and share seats because of water damage in classroom, Peeta and Katniss spend hours pressed against each other, like in cave, whispering, sharing... [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 4: I loved this from papofglencoe‘s Bros Before Ho!Ho!Hos! and wondered if it could be everlarked so Katniss has an epiphany like Finnick did when he released himself from past hurt and opened his heart to Annie: “People died every day, whether or not you let them go.” [submitted by @567inpanem] Bros Before Ho!Ho!Hos! by @papofglencoe is HERE

Prompt 5: In the Seam, you can’t do what you want. You just do what you can to survive. When Mrs Everdeen, who never wanted children as long as there were Games, gave birth at home to identical twins, she did what she could: kept one of the girls hidden at all times. And, she taught them to keep the secret when they took turns leaving the house for school or hunting or the reaping. Genre? Drama, romance, comedy, tragedy? [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 6: Cupids are the guardian angels of the heart. Cupid Katniss is sent to answer Peeta’s prayers that he finds a girl before his mother picks one for him. If she fails one more time, she’ll lose her bow privileges forever. Peeta notices every girl. But as Cupid Katniss spends time with him becoming his friend and confidant, she starts feeling jealous of these unworthy girls. Time is running out. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 7: Peeta opens his bakery back up after the war. There are, as expected, lots of female customers who would like to get a little to close to Peeta for Katniss's comfort. Sensing her jealousy, Peeta sets out to prove she has nothing to worry about (can be rated M, if you please!). [submitted by @albinokittens300]

Prompt 8: I have an Everlark music prompt, use the song Animals by Maroon 5. Rated E/smut is a must 😏😉 [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 9: Fic based on Tim McGraw’s “Angry All the Time.” Not necessarily Everlark, but could be. [submitted by @butrfac14]

Prompt 10: Based on "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift music video: Katniss is Lucas Till's character, she has a relationship with Gale, but she doesn't really like being with him. Peeta is pining for her, like Taylor Swift's character, observing them and think he and K belong together. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 11: Based on Aladdin [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 12: canon compliant, except Gale isn't pining for Katniss and actually try to support her after the Games, helps her with Peeta and become friends with Peeta. He makes fun of her with Peeta and Prim and all three of them kind of find a peaceful refugee in this awful world where they can act like the teenagers they are. I would love to see how this would affect the war and the quarter quell too. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 13: Peeta is rescued with Katniss, so they're sleeping together even in the hospital (after in Katniss' family bunker too, like her dream in the movie), P helps K find her place as the Mockingjay, they are late at night talking about how they don't trust those 13 people, they visit D12 together, Katniss sing to him, Peeta is working in the kitchens, Katniss sometimes have crisis of anxiety bc she can't believe her family, Peeta, the Hawthornes are there with her... they're together through it all. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 14: High school AU based on High School Musical films. Katniss is finally singing after her dad died, Peeta is in love with her the moment they sing together in the New Year. K goes to his school and they've these cute moments like each others photo in theirs lockers and rooms at home, they sing together in drama's club plays, Katniss is at Peeta's games, he's touching her every second, especially when they sing (watch HSM2's everyday), his father and brothers laugh at him blushing when she calls... [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 15: You wanna marry me?” Everlark arrangement marriage AU based on true story. Madge’s essay submission wins contest on importance of family. Prize: be reunited with family from home, on stage! She invites best friend Katniss to be there for the big big big event. Madge’s cousin Peeta packed for short visit, but once there finds that his manipulative mother set him up with a job and orders him to marry before he gets deported home for overstaying. Poor Katniss has no family, no other friends... [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 16: The baker hires Katniss to make his deliveries as she walks her trade route. She gets eye opening glimpses of town life and especially of the Mellark family relationships as her job responsibilities grow and she spends more time in the bakery. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 17: "We’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you" prompt? Pretty please? With extra Everlark fluff on top? :) [submitted by Anonymous via @katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt 18: we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets AU? [submitted by Anonymous via @katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt 19: I wish you would write a fic where… katniss and peeta are rivals chefs dating in secret [Submitted by Anonymous via @katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt 20: Gale returns and he and Katniss patch things up. Peeta seems to feel he's lost her to Gale even after they healed together. Katniss won't stands for this, and explains that no matter what, they would have happened anyways. "I'd chose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a a hundred worlds, in any version of reality. I'd find you and chose you." [submitted by @albinokittens300]

Prompt 21: Prompt! One of them struggles to tell the other that they can read minds. [submitted by @sandyeyes]

Prompt 22: Student/Professor. Katniss is stressing out about an assignment and decides to go and talk to Professor Mellark about it, as he’s always been understanding and patient in class. However things turn awkward when Katniss stumbles upon him in his office after hours watching porn on his laptop. Is it deliberate, maybe he needed to relieve some stress or did his brother/friend send him a link to something that he shouldn’t have opened?? It’s up to you writer :) [submitted by @peetaspikelets]

Prompt 23: I would love to read an In-Panem AU fic/this would have happened anyway story where we see the beginnings of an Everlark relationship and how it slowly turns into puppy love [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 24: Canon Divergence. Through the years Katniss can't stop paying attention to Peeta and she's actually aware of it. When they settle as victors in district 12 or when the time for the victory tour comes (whichever you prefer) she can't keep herself away from him and the line between friendship and something more becomes blurry until it disappears. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 25: I have a song prompt based on Maroon 5's Maps. It fits Everlark so much. Peeta was there for Katniss in her dark times while she almost gave up on him when he was at his worst down on his knees. But eventually he followed the map that led to her and they got back together. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 26: An everlark fic based on the start of Brooklyn 99 where Jake and Amy were 'rivals' and had a bet going on who will get more arrests. Peeta's end of the deal will be getting Katniss on a date while Katniss' prize would be getting to use his car just like the tv show. You can add twists to make it more everlark if you like. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 27: Gale plans on proposing to Katniss and asks for Peeta's help since he's her best friend and he helps Gale plan everything. What Gale doesn't know is that Peeta is in love with Katniss. How everlark gets together is up to you. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 28: Everlark fic based off of 13 going on 30. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 29: Katniss and Peeta are heartbreakers who are afraid of commitment. When they meet they get a bet going with their friends on who will fall in love first. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 30: One night stand everlark and an awkward morning after. [submitted by @sunflowerslyf]

Prompt 31: everlark on the brink of a divorce, but then they remember all of the things they've gone through, the sacrifices they made for each other, that they can't live without the other and end up not getting the divorce. [submitted by @sunflowerslyf]

Prompt 32: katniss and peeta are best friends who have a biological child together (how they ended up having a kid is up to you and how they'll get together is up to you) [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 33: "Where's my engagement ring?" [submitted by @sunflowerslyf]

Prompt 34: Peeta offers to teach Katniss how to bake thinking it'll be a great laugh, but? She's actually kind of amazing at it? [submitted by @ally147writes]

Prompt 35: Katniss and Peeta teaching each other a skill. [submitted by @themiffywrites]

Prompt 36: A fic where katniss and Peeta are on a day cruise that ends up in a storm. Katniss and Peeta end up on a small island by themselves - basically a Blue Lagoon kind of story. [submitted by @spoonlicker817]

Prompt 37: Pre-med student Katniss, who hopes to be a radiologist because then she wouldn’t have to actually speak with patients, cleverly registers for what looks like an anatomy course but fulfills the dreaded fine arts requirement for her biology major. She expects to sketch articulated skeletons in various poses, maybe draw muscle groups and systems. Nope. News flash: it’s daily nudes. Peeta is teacher or model or student? perhaps as an amputee? [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 38: A modern AU Everlark dealing with mental illness. Angst, laughs, anything possible. 😁 I'm leaving it open but it's something I'd appreciate seeing. [submitted by @aihodineverlark]

Prompt 39: Pick some memorable fanfics. Write about Peeta so confused, pops in and out of different realities from those fanfics, living lives not his own, yet Katniss is always there or was before he popped into that plane of existence. He wants to “go home” but what is that anymore? Will he ever settle into a life? Will anyone believe him? Is he crazy? Cursed? Dreaming? [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 40: Everlark in the Court of Thorns and Roses universe - maybe Katniss/Feyre, Gale/Tamlin and Peeta/Rhys, preferably with everlark smut! [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 41: Everlark based off the Hallmark Christmas Movies Meme: I still going to watch them and act surpsied when she falls in love with the small town baker who only wears sweaters instead of falling for the big city CEO? Yes! Does not need to be Christmas time, but definately end game Everlark! [submitted by @historywriter2007]

Prompt 42: Everlark based off the Coke and Delta Airlines marketing fail of passing out napkins with "Because you're on a plane with interesting people and hey … you never know" featured on one side. The backside featured a spot for one to write a name and phone number. [submitted by @historywriter2007]

Prompt 43: Prompt: I would love anything the "there's only one bed" trope.[submitted by @booksandchocolatesmears]

Prompt 44: Their love was forbidden in more ways than the obvious one (older!Peeta). Their love conquers all even with revelations that destroys other person relationships. AU. Toast babies for extra cookies. [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Prompt 45: They fell in love young, they married young. People kept telling them that it’s not gonna last. Well they are proving them wrong. [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Prompt 46: Peeta, the Greek god Apollo, hears the most beautiful voice at his temple so he comes down to earth to find this beautiful maiden. Follows how this god falls in love with a mortal and withstand the trials the other gods put them through. [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Prompt 47: Modern. Peeta is back home on his time off from the Air Force or army. He meets the newest employee in the bakery, a younger Katniss, who’s working hard to help her family while still going to school. They fall for each other and they didn’t even know when it happened. [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Prompt 48: Their people had a period of peace that stared to crumpled when bad choices and bad people started to destroy that. With a war in the horizon, there is only one choose to keep the peace. The chief’s daughter needs to marry the crown prince. Werewolf!Peeta Humans and wolves. [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Prompt 49: He has spent centuries coming at night and sleeping with as many humans as possible, many dying from childbirth with no child to bear, or because his lust overpowered them. He needs to find a women that can live through his lust and birth an healthy offspring and after centuries, he thinks he found the one, the sixteen year old Katniss Everdeen. Dark incubus!peeta Angst Old times. [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Prompt 50: In an ancient time, grief-strickened 17-yr-old Katniss (fatherless, emotionally abandoned by her mother, just lost beloved sister) walls off her heart, curses the gods for taking Prim, and is severely punished with immortality = unending days of mourning and emptiness in which life has no meaning, until she meets Peeta and learns it’s not years but love that makes a good life. In loving him the curse breaks, she is mortal again, and together they live a HEA. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 51: Fantasy: “Buttercup” (ironically named “Freedom Cat” by Capital scientist who created him) is an intelligent mutt designed to infiltrate rebel groups and sabotage uprisings, but after being healed by Prim and seeing the impact of Mr. E’s death, he turns on the Capital. “This whole operation was your idea.” [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 52: Everlark Game of Thrones AU! @albinokittens300

Prompt 53: Everlark have been friends for a long time. Then this exchange happens. Person A: Why Do I even like your dumb ass? Person B: Huh? Person A: *panics* I SAID YOU HAVE A NICE ASS. [submitted by @iliveilaughiloveiread]

Prompt 54: Katniss, for some reason, using a car's window as a mirror not knowing there was someone inside the car because of the window being so heavily tinted. Until Peeta, the owner of the car, rolls down the window. [submitted by @sunflowerslyf]

Prompt 55: everlark fic based on 'the proposal'. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 56: Katniss is damaged beyond repair when Peeta comes back highjacked so she impulsively goes farther with gale in 2 (becasue we all know he wouldn’t have stopped and didn’t do so bc of any altruistic impetuses) Then, of course, Peeta gets better and regret and bad choices lead to angst. Madge is alive and in D13 too. Thank you for continuing this! [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 57: prompt "hey, you're that asshole that closed the elevator when i yelled at you to hold it!" [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 58: Katniss trying to hate Peeta because she thinks he's the absolute worst but he did something really nice for her little sister and it doesn't hurt that he's also really hot [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 59: "The 'caution floor is wet' sign was there, so it's not my fault you can't read." [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 60: Katniss and Peeta are both in a very crowded train when suddenly Katniss falls onto Peeta's lap and they don't know each other but Katniss finds Peeta really attractive. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 61: everlark prompt "You're the asshole who's been using my wifi!" [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 62: Everlark getting matched in an online chat roulette. [submitted by @sunflowerslyf]

Prompt 63: Katniss walking out of the dressing room wearing only a bikini to ask her friend if it suits her but it isn't her friend standing on the other side of the door but Peeta (who she doesn't know yet). [submitted by @sunflowerslyf]

Prompt 64: Katniss and Peeta both have high positions in one company (they're the boss) they despise each other but every employee in the office are secretly pining for them and do everything to get them together. [submitted by @sunflowerslyf]

Prompt 65: Dialogue prompt “You did all of this for me?” [submitted by anonymous via @katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt 66: Dialogue prompt ”I could, uh…I could give you a massage.” [submitted by @katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt 67: How about everlark recalling their "reunion" in 13? I imagined it to be intense considering how Katniss was expecting kisses and whatnot and what happened instead was totally heartbreaking [submitted by anonymous via @katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt 68: Katniss had to have her gallbladder removed and her husband Peeta is there to take care of her. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 69: Peeta finds out that Haymitch fathered a child when he was being tortured. He isn’t sure if it’s real or imagined. He asks Haymitch ..... [submitted by @ealaatnara]

Prompt 70: No one Katniss knew got reaped, and after the 75th the games stopped, hunting became easier, she’s looking forward to graduation, and she feels a growing attraction to boy with bread but she’s clueless as to what to do after 1 1/2 decades of acting role of son her father never had and man of the house. She approaches problem like stalking game: observe. She learns a lot but realizes she needs help from only one person: popular merchant and Peeta expert Delly who’s thrilled to help in manhunt <3 [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 71: Dialogue prompt: "Hey! You're the one who knocked me over!" [submitted by @creamytinydays]

Prompt 72: A Legally Blonde crossover, with Peeta inspired by Elle Woods and Katniss as Emmett. [submitted by @creamytinydays]

Prompt 73: Katniss marries Gale before he’s sent to fight WWII. Gale sends home his buddy Peeta to break the news to his wife and family that he’s fallen in love with someone else in Europe and is staying there after the war... Peeta is under the impression Katniss is a cold woman that only married his friend out of obligation but finds out the other side of the story soon enough. [submitted by @alliswell21]

Prompt 74: In Panem AU (no reapings): Katniss miscalculated how soon a snow storm was supposed to hit D12, and gets stuck in town while trading with the merchants. Peeta comes out in the snow to get her to come into the the bakery... she thinks he’s either crazy, up to something or simply dumb... whatever happens next is up to you! [submitted by @alliswell21]

Prompt 75: after work playing games like truth or dare, spin the bottle, etc. that for some reason brings everlark together. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 76: historical au where katniss and peeta are bethrothed since birth and peeta's mom is actually nice. they grow up to be best friends neither of them knowing about the bethrothal until something breaks their friendship and they become enemies. when they finally turn the right age, they find out about the bethrothal and are forced to marry and consummate their marriage even if they despise each other. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 77: super drunk katniss and peeta who are exes wake up together hungover, naked, and... married. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 78: forced to share a bed and building a pillow barrier but still waking up tangled together. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 79: Bounty hunter Katniss thought she was prepared for anything. Then she goes after Mellark, wanted dead or alive. (innocent? alibi? excuse? or fall in love and nothing else matters? or is she getting played by him? what’s real? does it matter if she needs the money?) [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 80: Really can’t keep hands off each other: Students of massage therapy Peeta and Katniss are partnered up in intensive 16-wk course for hands-on experience. (Final project? Homework? Or is final exam show us what you learned? Or does Peeta have a girlfriend? Think Katniss has a boyfriend?) [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 81: Dr. Abernathy convinces Katniss to work with new VA hospital patient Peeta who is there for treatment of? But of the two, is she the damaged one that needs help with what’s crippling her? [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 82: Young Prince Peeta gets the attention he craves and the revenge on his mother he desires by fucking all her friends’ and acquaintances’ daughters then dumping them quietly or publicly but always chipping away at her manufactured reputation as the perfect powerful Queen. Then he meets Katniss who is pure in every way. What will he do? [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 83: A witch is more powerful and safe when they join a coven, in danger without one. But there’s a saying that’s been passed down through generations that’s everyone thinks is just a myth; A witch finds their true powers when they find their true love in their coven. [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Prompt 84: Katniss tells Prim bedtime stories about a clever, brave duckling’s many adventures. With her good friends cat and goat. Who love baked goods. Maybe Peeta finds out. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 85: Katniss makes unsettling discovery that everyone in her close and extended group of friends has dated at least once and sometimes even each other. Except for her. The “late bloomer” teasing (b/c she’s never even been kissed) stings. Older boy Gale crosses paths with group, finds he shares common interests with Katniss, they get together to hunt, leads to him casually inviting her out for a real dinner date. Not feeling desire but pressure to “get it over with,” she accepts. Peeta has regrets. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 86: Everlark meet on Survivor. Maybe they are contestants? Maybe one works the cameras and keeps following the other around? One is the host and the other a contestant? They compete against and hate each other? Maybe they form an alliance, but end up thinking the other backstabs them? who knows. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 87: Katniss and Gale are about to get married and while Katniss isn't entirely sure if she really wants to marry Gale, she does nothing to stop the preparations. While Peeta, realizing he can't just let Katniss go, does everything to stop the wedding and tell Katniss his feelings for her. Peeta thought he's a hopeless case the day before the wedding until... (it's up to you how it will end, but hopefully it's hea) [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 88: Historical Katniss and Peeta hate each other. They attend a masquerade ball and for some reason end up kissing each other. Sparks fly everywhere. Katniss tries to find the man behind the mask but Peeta knows it was Katniss though he doesnt say anything. They end up bethrothed even if they 'despise' each other. How they fall in love is up to u and how katniss figured out it was peeta is up to u [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 89: Canon divergence. Katniss and Peeta talk when they return to District 12 after the first games and grow closer.... [submitted by @thestuckinbed]

Prompt 90: Peeta seizes the moment his mother is gone to dash out and quickly give the burnt bread to Katniss in person. Does this more personal interaction change anything? [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 91: I have a personal headcanon that Peeta was involved in drama, and participated in school plays. Unsurprisingly, he is an excellent actor, often receiving lead roles. This can make two prompts. Canon-compliant: Katniss goes to see Peeta perform. AU: Katniss can’t help but get herself involved behind the scenes, and things spiral. (Perhaps Peeta also helps paint props, and sees Katniss working there? It’s up to you!) [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 92: Modern AU: Katniss is present when her father dies a traumatic death. She doesn’t just stop singing. She stops speaking completely. Desperate to help her daughter heal/express herself, Mrs. Everdeen enrols her in art therapy where she meets Peeta Mellark. [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 93: Strangers or not. Katniss and/or Peeta hired as trade show model (for ?) to draw traffic to booth. Does the one who hired the other get crazy jealous over all the ogling by strangers? Or perhaps a competition between them to attract more people ends in melee when they go way way way beyond what is appropriate? [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 94: Smut. Hot, sweaty, passionate, loving, smut. Everlark has to be married and it can only be the 2 of them. No three-somes or switching partners. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 95: Modern a/u: Katniss and Peeta are personal assistants to overzealous bosses Effie and Haymitch. They try to coerce their bosses together in order to get some relief themselves. Meanwhile they start to fall in love as their plan backfires. [submitted by @ra3lynn3]

Prompt 96: Based on "Crazy Rich Asians". I would love to see all the amazing fluff crazines that was that movie everlarked. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 97: Katniss and Peeta’s new PE teacher sets up competition to motivate class, but things quickly get out of hand when students begin placing all kinds of bets on outcomes of events. Winning is all that matters. Lines are crossed. Mind games played. Risks taken. People hurt. Supporters engage in dirty tricks and pressure favorites to win at any cost. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 98: Cannon compliant except Petra isn’t hijacked. What their reunion should have been. [submitted by @spoonlicker817]

Prompt 99: Peeta banks sperm (maybe before chemo; maybe eldest bro infertile, asks Peeta & Rye to donate samples to be mixed so no one can say who bio father is, but never go through with procedure). Katniss needs $, becomes surrogate BUT impregnated with Peeta’s sample by mistake! Client backs out, facility shut down, Katniss broke, Peeta wants baby. Age Gap? [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 100: Mistaken Identity. (Maybe Peeta or Katniss makes gesture to express feelings for other who doesn’t realize it was him/her, receiver then goes on to accept date from wrong 3rd party. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 101: You're my best friend's relative, (maybe Finnick is Katniss's cousin?? Maybe Annie/Madge/Johanna is Peeta's relative??) And I've convinced myself you're off limits and not interested anyway. But now we're in very close quarters (group trip to the cabin? Vacation? Roommates for the summer? Snowed in?) and I'm having a hard time denying the chemistry between us. Every. Single. Time. I try to bring it up or kiss you we get interrupted. [submitted by @7-ah]

Prompt 102: There's only ONE bed! [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 103: An AU where Katniss's father is a victor. [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 104: Peeta is on the short side, hasn’t joined the wrestling team yet, is known to be artistic, in other words “soft,” and is all around going through an awkward period of puberty. While he is well-liked within his own circle, Peeta is in no way a part of the “in-crowd.” Katniss is infuriated when she discovers a gang of boys bullying him and steps up to his defense. [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 105: Katniss was naked when Peeta first saw her. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 106: When Katniss and Peeta talk it out after the first Games, they get close and spend their nights together. Mrs. Everdeen, is not the happiest about this and she much face the fact that as far as her daughters are concerned, she abandoned them when their father died. And she can't blame them. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 107: Peeta leaves notes, sketches, drawings, paintings, (maybe even parts of his allowance if it’s a bad winter?) etc. in Katniss’ locker. It’s the only way, given their circumstances in twelve, both social and familial, that he can realistically show her affection, even if she doesn’t know who it’s from. At least she’ll know, she’s admired/not alone. Katniss initially is resentful of the gesture, but over time grows fond of her secret admirer, and looks forward to her next gift. What happens next? [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 108: Katniss, or at least Peeta, isn't reaped AU: Peeta decides to become involved with the rebels in 12. He realises the victors are the best chance at unifying the districts, and finding Capitol sympathizers, since they all go to the Capitol once a year, then return home. Suspecting he isn't the only person to have thought of this, he approaches Haymitch who brings him into the fold. Peeta uses his talents as an artist, (graffiti?), and orator to inspire rebellion. [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 109: Rated E Everlark story where Virgin!Peeta affectionately describes Virgin!Katniss's uhh... Woman hood between her legs as a beautiful flower. Everlark has to be end game. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 110: A time travel AU: Katniss from Mockingjay, (any part of the book, it's up to you), winds up back the day before her sister's first reaping. What does she do now that she knows what's coming? Now that she knows how Peeta feels about her, and she knows how desperately she needs him, and what they could share? What on earth could she, or should she, even do/change? And what is she should lose it all again? [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 111: Write me a good enemies to lovers, Hogwarts crossover, where Peeta is a Slytherin, Katniss a Gryffindor... extra points if Finnick is a Hufflepuff and somehow is best friends with both of them. [submitted by @alliswell21]

Prompt 112: I was hoping for one bed, but there are actually two, so now I have to find a way to naturally end up snuggling with you. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 113: Little mermaid prompt. Or something along those line where one of them is a mermaid and the other isn’t. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 114: Katniss is sick ( could be an injury, disease, or the common cold! Whatever you want) and Peeta freaks out over it and tries to take care of her. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 115: Peeta‘ s mother dies shortly after Peeta tosses bread to Katniss. 11 months after she dies, Peeta’s dad remarries the “plain” younger daughter of the Hardware store. No one ever expected her to marry, she’s quiet and “not very pretty” according to some merchant women. She is kind, caring and doesn’t care if your seam or merchant. She and Mr Mellark have a daughter together a year or so after the marriage. What will happen when this happens and what of Peeta and Katniss’ future? [submitted by @ealaatnara]

Prompt 116: Katniss and Peeta are recently married, and Katniss is teaching Peeta how to drive. Peeta has never learned how since he could always either walk to where he needed, or take the bus. Why go through the expense and hassle of driving school when you can be environmentally friendly, enjoy the scenery, relax and not have to worry about the wheel, and otherwise avoid uncomfortable things like road rage? Katniss has had enough of this nonsense. YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO DRIVE, PEETA! [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 117: Fairy Tale AU: Katniss and Peeta as Beauty and the Beast. Katniss would go looking for her missing father, and absolutely trade places with him. The ominous rose is from Snow who rules the land, and whom Peeta has offended for some noble cause. Gale as Gaston, because he is a hot-headed hunter who would, of course, rush in to KILL THE BEAST! for Katniss. [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 118: katniss and peeta seeing each other again years after the last time they saw each other which was their senior prom where they slept with each other. in high school were they best friends? maybe lab partners? or were they just drunk off their asses? [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 119: Everlark friends, one is a writer of romance or smut (novels, fanfiction, whatever) and uses the other as inspiration. What happens when they find out? [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 120: “Whatever happened to Pretty Baby contest winners Peeta and Katniss who did that commercial for baby food? She was the scowling ‘before’ and he was the adorable happy ‘after’ baby delicately eating a spoonful of orange? Then she rips the bowl away and makes a mess? Remember that? Whatever happened to them?” [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 121: Post mockingjay everlark based on this post and its hashtags. “oh this would absolutely be them every single morning lol trying to be productive and get things done and then this happens peeta trying to bake things/prep things for his day at the bakery or trying to make breakfast katniss trying to get ready to hunt/gather in the woods and then passing kisses and caresses turn into full blown makeouts only to have peeta cave and hoist katniss up into his arms which after a while 1 imagine would turn into habitual morning sex/makeout seshes lol like they'd be like okay we're not even going to try getting ready first we're going to focus on each other first before anything else at least for the first few years they live with each other lol rabbits ra b b i t s.” Also, it would be awesome if Katniss noticed how Peeta's body grows with time, like he is even more hot and this makes Katniss is even more horny. [submitted of anonymous]

Prompt 122: Hi would like to submit a prompt where a young Prim starts posting sticky notes on her bedroom door as a sort of wish list when things like her birthday or Christmas are coming up. The Everdeen’s think it’s incredibly endearing and all start doing it, eventually it sort of becomes a tradition. Later on when Katniss and Peeta are together they do it too and Peeta uses the sticky notes to propose and Katniss uses them to tell him she’s pregnant, etc for important and sweet moments in their life. [submitted by @persephoneprim]

Prompt 123: Everlark - Instant Family inspired where they end up deciding to foster a child but end up with three children. [submitted by @que-sera-sera88]

Prompt 124: Drunk Katniss can’t take her make up off so Peeta does it for her. Fluffy everlark! [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 125: Happy, fluffy Newlywed!Everlark, please? [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 126: Peeta doing a lap dance/stripping for Katniss. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 127: Everlark plays April Fools pranks on each other, but not just on the day, they do pranks throughout the week of April Fools up to the day and one them, I'd say Peeta, takes it too far and puts a fully naked picture of themselves on the front of the other's phone and when they discover the prank they're not the only one who sees it. [submitted by @amazinglovers747]

Prompt 128: Everlarked Superheroes (Bonus points if one is the hero, the other the villain!) <3 [submitted by @thelettersfromnoone]

Prompt 129: Modern AU inspired in the song ghostin by Ariana Grande. [submitted by @lavender-evelopes]

Prompt 130: Katniss works as a park ranger. Peeta is a photographer/artist coming to said park to find inspiration. [submitted by @wingletblackbird]

Prompt 131: I’d like to submit THIS as an Everlark prompt. [submitted by @amazinglovers747]

Prompt 132: Please tell me about the night before the 74th Games at the homes of the Mellarks, Everdeens and Hawthornes; and what it’s like the next night after the reaping with Peeta and Katniss gone; and how Rye bonds with Prim over the days following; and how they celebrate the win cautiously; and how they help Peeta and Katniss to heal and to bond and to love. Thank you 😊😘 [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 133: Visual prompt [submitted by @amazinglovers747]

Prompt 134: Visual Prompt. [submitted by anonymous]

Prompt 135: Peeta has baby fever, Katniss on the other hand, not quite. [submitted by anonymous]

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phinnsyreads · 5 years ago

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Item #: SCP-1141

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: All public zoos in Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, and Vermont are to be under constant surveillance by personnel at Site-85 and Site-86. Should SCP-1141 occur, the approximate nature and threat level of SCP-1141-1 is to be ascertained as soon as possible, with the nearest branch of Mobile Task Force Gamma-80 (aka "Ecologists") deployed to the zoo in question with all equipment deemed necessary.

Upon arrival, MTF Gamma-80's task is to destroy SCP-1141-1 or render it inoperable as soon as possible. The use of force is authorized for this purpose. If SCP-1141-1 does not pose an immediate risk to the public, MTF Gamma-80 will purchase several food items and prevent all public access to SCP-1141-1. If this does not result in the disappearance of SCP-1141-1 within twenty-five minutes, Site Director Jackson is to be notified. Food items purchased from SCP-1141-1 are to be sent to Site-86 for further research and containment.

AMN-M-4311 is to be distributed through the zoo's public address systems, mass texting services, and all relevant social and news media after the disappearance of SCP-1141-1 and the departure of MTF Gamma-80 in order to prevent dissemination of information regarding SCP-1141 and related Foundation operations. Damage to zoo property and any casualties are to be attributed to fire, vandalism, or animal escape as deemed appropriate to the situation. Should Site-85's budget allow, an anonymous donation may be made to the affected zoo to cover costs of repairs.

As of ██/██/████, additional resources have been allocated to projects deemed capable of neutralizing SCP-1141, with all strictly relevant research under the purview of Dr. Edelmann.

Description: SCP-1141 is a phenomenon in which an instance of SCP-1141-1 instantaneously appears at a public zoo in the New England region of the United States. This occurs approximately thirty minutes prior to the opening time of the zoo in question. The infrastructure and nearby structures (such as utilities, enclosures, pathways, and other buildings) will be altered to accommodate SCP-1141-1's presence, as will maps of the zoo. SCP-1141 will only occur under the following conditions.

No instances of SCP-1141-1 are operational.

Less than 20% of the zoo's grounds are covered in snow.

The temperature has been above 15°C during operating hours for the past week.

At least 250 days have passed since the demanifestation of the most recent instance of SCP-1141-1.

Instances of SCP-1141-1 take the form of a fully staffed, supplied, and operational restaurant that is thematically consistent with other restaurants in the zoo and with the area of the zoo in which it is located. For example, an instance of SCP-1141 that manifested near a leopard enclosure was called "Leopard's Spot Snack Shack". Food served at SCP-1141-1 is consistent with food served at similar establishments, with the exception of each instance offering guacamole with pineapple chunks. Food and other supplies will appear as needed inside SCP-1141-1, out of view of the public. Staff of the zoo will not demonstrate any familiarity with SCP-1141-1.

All individuals staffing SCP-1141-1 are anatomically and behaviorally consistent human beings, and will run SCP-1141-1 to the best of their ability. These individuals are fluent in English and knowledgeable in the operation of SCP-1141-1. They are either unwilling or unable to answer personal questions (such as identity and personal history) or questions pertaining to the nature or origin of SCP-1141. They will not leave SCP-1141-1 willingly.

Instances of SCP-1141-1 have an unpredictable and often dangerous effect on their surroundings. The exact cause of this is not known with certainty; however, analysis has led several researchers to propose that instances of SCP-1141-1 do not necessarily operate under physical laws or constraints present in our dimension prior to their manifestation. See Event Log SCP-1141-1 for details.

If an instance of SCP-1141-1 is rendered inoperable or if its presence causes obvious injury to a person visible from SCP-1141-1, the instance will demanifest within the next twenty-five minutes, with all infrastructure, structures, and maps of the zoo returned to their previous condition. All food items sold by SCP-1141-1 will remain, and may continue to demonstrate anomalous properties.

Event Log SCP-1141-1

All locations and several manifestations have been removed from this document as per Level 2-Probationary Clearance protocols. This document will serve to illustrate the effects of SCP-1141 and should not be taken as a comprehensive list of SCP-1141 events.

Year: July 1985 Event: Accurate description of SCP-1141-1 could not be gained. Instance and all of its contents manifested at approximately 5000°C; despite this, it appeared to be fully functional and did not combust. The instance disappeared after its foundation crumbled, resulting in structural collapse. Fire caused by SCP-1141-1 destroyed several animal enclosures and injured four park employees before being extinguished.

Year: June 1990 Event: SCP-1141-1 manifested as the "Amazon Basin Café". While the building remained intact, SCP-1141-1 appeared to experience gravitational force approximately 2.3 times stronger than Earth's surface gravity. Two orders of french fries were procured prior to SCP-1141-1's disappearance due to an inability of its staff to serve customers. Testing indicated that this food had no greater mass than comparable french fries, yet weighed 2.3 times as much as their mass would indicate.

Year: June 1991 Event: SCP-1141-1 was entitled "A Grizzly Tale". The instance was found to be fully operational and not immediately dangerous. A variety of food items were purchased before SCP-1141-1's disappearance was induced by the placement of Foundation guards to prevent entry. Analysis of the food indicated that its de Broglie wavelength was approximately 1 cm, despite having a normal mass. The food has been designated as a separate anomalous item and is contained at Site-86.

Year: April 1992 Event: SCP-1141-1 was not detectable aside from alterations to infrastructure. Maps of the zoo marked a restaurant called "Safari Grill". The changes to the zoo's infrastructure reverted two hours after opening, presumably when it became apparent that none of the zoo's patrons were aware of SCP-1141-1. Later records indicate that relatively frequent repairs to structures near this area have been necessary since this manifestation.

Year: September 1994 Event: SCP-1141-1 manifested as "The Glacier Café". Reports and later analysis indicate that this instance of SCP-1141-1 was subject to drastically accelerated buildup of static electricity. SCP-1141-1 did not appear to be grounded; further, weather conditions at the time, including winds in excess of 50 kph, contributed to this problem. Seventeen individuals, not including the occupants of SCP-1141-1, were killed by static discharge before SCP-1141-1 disappeared.

Audio Log 1141-7

Conversation between two individuals occupying SCP-1141, recorded July 1978 via hidden microphone. The individuals in question have been identified as one Duane and Betty according to the names on their nametags. The conversation was held in English.

Note: Special Containment Procedures at the time of the recording involved keeping a relatively safe instance of SCP-1141-1 in operation at the █████████ Zoo. Access was denied to the general public, and personnel regularly purchased food from SCP-1141-1 to maintain containment.

Duane: I don't think they're actually eating the food. The maintenance people have been carrying out more trash than they were when we were scouting.

Betty: So? They're still buying it. Does it matter if they eat it?

Duane: I didn't get into the restaurant business in this universe to not be allowed to actually serve my food to the public, [unintelligible]. It's probably poison or something, isn't it. Or Miranda messed up the speed of light again. I can't even tell.

Betty: So why don't you go talk to them and convince them to let us work? They know we won't break containment or whatever it is, right? We can talk and act just like people.

Duane: And how do I convince them that it won't end up like it did in ███████? Or █████████? I swear, a tiny fraction of the ketchup is accidentally ██████████ and you can't be trusted with anything.

Betty: Asking some human scientists for help is out of the question?

Duane: You know they wouldn't understand anything about how we make this happen. They're still primitive.

Betty: According to your standards, maybe. But if you're going to be difficult, then whatever. Honestly, your obsession with 'restaurants' and 'zoos' is kind of creepy, and a little racist. Do humans even count as a race? I don't even know, honestly. I've been breathing oxygen for too long.

Duane: Well, you're perfectly free to leave, if it bothers you that much. Except you can't, because you lost your travel license in [unintelligible]. So you're stuck with me and this creepy, racist restaurant until Miranda can nail down their physics good enough for us to not kill anyone.

Betty: So now you care about killing humans?

Duane: [Unintelligible]. Just shut up. We're leaving.

SCP-1141-1 demanifested seven minutes later. Further attempts to restrict the public's access to SCP-1141-1 from that point on have resulted in SCP-1141-1 disappearing. Containment protocols have been altered appropriately, and SCP-1141-1 has been upgraded to Keter class.

Addendum: Notes from Drs. Edelmann and Foster:

“Until we fully understand and can predict the properties of SCP-1141, the possibility remains that it could trigger a catastrophic event, such as an antimatter explosion or vacuum metastability event, with no forewarning. I formally recommend fast-tracking research that could be useful in producing the means necessary to neutralize SCP-1141.”

“Approved.”

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[The voice of Duane was provided by @navox-the-weary.] [The voice of Betty was provided by Spera Crinis.] [The voice of Dr. Edelmann was provided by @iridethedirt.]

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years ago

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Survey #228

“blood on her skin, dripping with sin, do it again, living dead girl.”

How many sugars do you like in your tea? Man, I find A LOT of tea or coffee questions in surveys. Anyone who reads these knows by now I hate tea. Ever heard of a band called The Dresden Dolls? I fucking love "The Gardner," but it's the only song I know. What was the last movie you saw that made you laugh out loud? Idk, I watch movies so rarely. Who’s your favorite superhero? Deadpool, if you count him (technically an anti-hero, I kno). Otherwise, I don't really know. Possibly Spider-Man. What does your regular attire consist of? Pajama pants and tank tops lmaoooo. Popsicles or Ice cream? Ice cream. Are you good at solving math problems in your head? It's almost impossible for me to. Even simple addition. What kind of M&Ms do you like best? Normal chocolate ones. What is the last thing you tried on in a store? Uhhhh I think formal shirts when I was actually working on getting a job... Are you comfortable enough around your friends to change in front of them? No. Does your best friend wear makeup? No. Have you ever dated someone in secret? No. How do you get splinters out? Tweezers. Do you ever send people good morning texts? Sara sometimes. Is there someone who makes you blush when you just say hi to them? No. Do you kiss your pets? Of course. Why did you go to church the last time you went? My then-friend was having a serious "reborn" and devout Christian phase. Who’s the richest person you know? I don't know. How old is the oldest person you know? I also don't know. 90-something. Who's the last person who asked your name? My math professor needed a refresher when handing out test results. Have you ever been so drunk you couldn’t even talk right? No. Do you know anyone with a million middle names? I know someone with three or four. Do online dating sites ever work? For some people. When you were a teenager, did your parents set rules about dating? No. Have you ever lived with a person who you tried to avoid at all costs? No. Have you ever committed a crime that directly harmed another person? No. Did you grow up in an urban, suburban, or rural area? I guess suburban/rural mix? Which disease do you personally think is the most horrible? Alzheimer's. What is your worst childhood memory? I mean it depends on what stage of childhood, but I'm going to assume you mean like, pre-pre-teen years. In that case, just my parents fighting. Do you remember where you first drove to after getting your license? N/A What did you get into trouble for the most when you were a kid? Fighting with my little sister, probably. What is your biological sex? Female. What is the oldest gaming console you own? A GameBoy Advance. Of all the houses you’ve lived in, which has been your favorite? If you excuse the bad memories, my previous one. Do you get sunburnt easily? Oh yeah. What’s the color of your front door? White. Your favorite ice cream flavor: It alternates between just plain chocolate and vanilla. How many people have you been really in love with? Twice. Your favorite song at the moment: "Necessary Evil" by Motionless In White feat. Jonathan Davis. What’s most important for you? My well-being. Do you snore? No. What are you looking forward to right now? Mark's next big project comes out October 30th and I can't physically wait, but after that, all I care about is December getting here so I can go up to Sara's. What’s the earliest you’ve ever had to wake up for work? N/A Do you use reusable shopping bags to reduce waste? No, but I wish... I don't do the shopping in my house, so it's not really my decision. How many times have you moved? Three times *really*, but you could kinda say four when Jason, me, and our two friends/another couple moved into an apartment together; my name was in no way involved as being an official resident, but it eventually came to a point where I was there every day and night for quite a while. Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? Yes. Do you know anyone who has been on life support, and survived? No. Do your parents have a strong relationship together? HA HA fuck no. They've been divorced since I was like 16. Have you ever read any of Charles Darwin’s works? No. Do you think there are more dimensions than what we’re able to perceive? I lean towards no, but it's possible, sure. Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? Yes. Do any of your neighbors have loud children? No. Who would you say is your hero? Mark, my mom, Sara. You can only shop at one store for the rest of your life where would it be? If you're talking about in order to buy everything, from food to clothes, I'd have to say Walmart. Do you text type or do you type out all your words? Mostly the latter, but I'll use "lol," "otw," stuff like that sometimes. Have you ever given money to a homeless person? No. I'mma be real honest, I don't think I ever would. I just DO NOT trust people. It's fact that the money is usually used for alcohol and drugs, and I've seen news of more than enough posing assholes. Who are you living with? My mom and pets. What are your opinions on colored contacts? Cool as fuck, wish I could wear them. Are you comfortable with your body? Fuck no. What is one thing in your life that is no longer there, that you miss? A social life. What do you believe is the best thing about being a kid? No responsibilities. Life is just simpler. Last time you had a s'more? Shortly after Sara left when she visited. We had leftover stuff so Mom and I made a few. Do you like peppermint candy? Yeah. Do you like spearmint or peppermint gum better? Peppermint, I think. Do you prefer fruity flavors over minty ones? Yes. Do you have a little Pink brand dog from Victoria’s Secret? No. What is the last thing you blew? Idr, I'm sure some kind of food. What’s the last gift you received? Sara got me a mug with a super relevant Markiplier quote sobs- What did your parents do today? I don't live with my dad so idk, but I know my mom's at work. What is the symbol for your type of computer? It's just the brand name. Do the clothes you’re wearing have any type of symbol on them now? Skulls. Do you like peas? NO. Where is your favorite place to be massaged? I wouldn't know, but probably my shoulders? Do you like composition books, or spiral notebooks? Spiral notebooks. The person you like, what color eyes do they have? Brown. So what is your favorite physical feature about that person? She has a freckle on her hip that is so fucking cute. What kind of four wheeler do you have? I don't have and never have had one. Do you live where there are a lot of cows? Sure, I guess. What is your favorite animal with spots? Probably snow leopards. Give me your opinion on sports. I don't have a problem with them (save for like, boxing and ones that can seriously harm people), but I'm not into them. Why do you play the sports you do? N/A Do you actually care about your school work and what grades you make? Yes I care. Do you have a typical family, or a weird one? Honestly a pretty broken one. Do you have a favorite letter? Probably "z," particularly in cursive. From the room you're in can you hear a door shut when someone arrives there? Sometimes. What states have you been to in the past year? Just NC and Illinois. Well, I obviously flew over other states, but I've only stayed in those two. Have you ever sleepwalked? I have not. Do you want children? Why/why not? "Hell no. I don’t like kids and I don’t want the rest of my life to be centred around one." <<< That's a great description for myself as well. I know I would be a fucking awful mother, too. Not as in I'd be mean to my child, absolutely not, it's just I barely manage to take care of myself a lot of the time. I'm not emotionally fit for that job and the stress it entails, at all. And yeah, being willing to make someone else my world is something I'm never doing again. I want my attention to stay on myself, my spouse, and pets. Do you have any credit card debt? Hi, I'm 23 and don't own and never have owned a credit card. Who do you go to for relationship advice? Honestly, I don't. I look within myself for those answers, really. I think I'm pretty intelligent and aware of how to maintain a healthy relationship. There's been times I've talked to my mother about things, but yeah, she's not the greatest to talk about all that with. What was your favorite way to spend a summer day as a kid? Swimming. Have you ever been scammed? Not successfully. I think. Did you ever take a personal finance class in school? None were offered at my high school. I don't know if they are now at my college, though, but I don't think so. They need to be, and mandatory. I don't have the slightest goddamn clue how to handle money. How’s your mental health? Are you feeling well? I'm going through a rough patch right now. School is stressing me. Not having a job and struggling with money to the extreme is about to make my hair fall out. Do you struggle with acne? Not anymore. Did you have a Xanga page back in the pre-Myspace days? I've never had a Xanga. Around what year did you start using the internet, anyways? I was like, 9-10? Maybe even earlier with Webkinz and Neopets, idr. I know I started RP in 2005, and that's when I was very actively online. Do you have any uncommon interests or hobbies? A few. Forum RP is definitely the "weirdest," hence why I hide it publicly. Then there's photographing roadkill. The LOOKS Mom tells me I get when I'm on the ground next to a dead animal, lol. I've had questions, stares, and cars turn around aplenty to make sure I'm okay. I'm really self-conscious about doing it, but I really love doing it for the purpose of forcing eyes onto just how brutal roadkill can be because of us, and the validating comments I've gotten about it online pushes me to keep going with it. Well, that and of course just sincerely enjoying it. That being said, I like gore - in moderation, and some kinds are just off-limits without me getting grossed out. "Vulture culture" (the use of naturally deceased animals in some form of artwork) is also something I am very very interested in. Wet specimens of anything are cool as all fuck. There's a load of unconventional things I enjoy. What temperature do you keep your thermostat set at in the winter? Uhhhh idk, 70-something. Have you ever fostered an animal? No, but I am 110% fostering opossums once I get my own place and am authorized and properly equipped to do so. What is something you thought you’d never like, but you enjoy now? Hm. OH, ketchup. I hated that shit as a kid. Did your parents ever not let you watch any television shows as a child? Yeah, but none in exact come to mind. Basically like, MTV and stuff like that was a big no. How old were you when you had your first kiss? Who was this kiss with? I just turned 16. It was with Jason, my first "real" boyfriend. Have you ever betrayed one of your parents in any way at all? Doing what? I don't think so. What are your favorite stores to go to when you visit the mall? Hot Topic and Spencer's is like all I care about that we have available near here. Has anyone ever told you they don't like the way you run your life? Ohhhhhhhhhh, I wasn't the only one who experienced that with her. At all. Does it bother you when you comment someone’s pictures and they don't even comment you saying ‘thank you’ or comment one of your pictures? I find it rude if they in no way acknowledge a compliment, yes, but you don't have to say thanks. Just like, like/hearting the comment (I'm using Facebook as my platform here) says enough to me that you're appreciative. Now for the second half of the question, that's stupid. I don't care if someone doesn't comment on a picture. Or anything. When was the last time you had a shot? Are you behind on those right now? I had a few numbing shots into my gums when I had a cavity filled early this month/late last month since my tongue ring finally caused one. I'm not behind on any required ones. Have you ever had a really rare disease, virus, or illness? Really rare, I don't think so? When was the last time you just, genuinely went somewhere with friends? Been a looooooong time, idk. Probably not since I was still friends with Colleen. Would you consider yourself a hygiene freak, or do you not care much? Neither of those fit me. Though I'm more likely to neglect myself out of the two. It depends on how I'm doing. That hasn't entirely healed since recovery. Are you old enough to live by yourself or are you just mature enough? I'm definitely old enough, just not independent or healthy enough, or financially capable. What is one thing you stopped doing just because everyone else stopped? I've never moved with fads. Have you ever been considered the freak of your class at any time in life? "Freak" seems a bit strong of a word, but "the weird kid," probably. Have you ever been to a Sea World before? Which one in which state? As a kid, yes, in Florida. I wouldn't now as an adult; I do not even remotely support their captivity of whales. I don't know all the facts behind their business so can't speak for all the animals, and I am not against all animal captivity so long it is providing and with good purpose (conservation, education, etc.), but nothing will make me pay to support the incredibly incompetent housing and mistreatment of whales. Do you believe in any kind of magic? Is it the stereotypical kind? *shrugs* I mean I dunno, define "magic," I guess. I personally believe some form of greater intelligence created the universe, and I suppose that's "magic." The person I copied this from brought up a great point, too: Science itself can seem pretty magical, so where do you even draw the line? Ex., the evolution of caterpillar to butterfly. That shit's fuckin' wild. A living thing melts to mush and is reformed in an entirely and completely new body. With wings, dude. There are truly a lot of natural things that occur in our world that make that line we've created blurry. Are you currently working on any kind of project at this moment in time? An argumentative essay on climate change in College Writing, if you call that a "project." I haven't started writing truly in-depth yet and may switch my focus to arranged marriages (seems random, yeah, but they're from a set list of options relevant to the book we read), only because I get fucking heated talking about climate change, and our professor made a point of not "preaching," and I also have to be capable of writing a paragraph of concession, that being an acknowledgment of the opposing point and considering its views, but. I don't think I could give climate change deniers' mindset even a sliver of genuine thought. As absolutely awful and appalling as they are, at least I can see a reason (a terrible one, but you get me) like hastening procreation in arranged marriages. Okay wow rambling ANYWAY yeah, in the starting stages of writing an essay. Which do you do more: read books, spent time online, or watch television? I'm like... always online, so yeah. What do you do the most when you’re online? Listen to/watch YouTube. Which foot is bigger, your left or your right? I don't know, I've never noticed. Do you think you’re too old to go trick-or-treating? Personally I believe anyone should be able to, but by society's standards, I am. Do you have a bobblehead? No. Have you ever had a themed b-day party? As a kid, yeah. Were you afraid of heights as a child? Nope. Do you think it’s stupid when you’re dying to have someone pray that you don’t feel afraid? (I would want them to pray that I live, personally) No? I don't believe that there's power in prayer period, but it's kind, realistic, and encouraging to hope they stay unafraid. Death is natural and happens to every single living thing, so truly, we shouldn't fear death all too much. What’s the strangest thing you’ve wrapped a present in? Uh nothing? Do you enjoy and appreciate life? Or is this something you need to learn? I appreciate it very much, but I do need to learn to enjoy it more. Have you ever made a pom-pom out of yarn? No. Have you ever had a lead role in a play? N- oh wait, in Sunday school as a young child, I was Mary in one. I don't remember HOW large the role was, but I would assume it was relatively big. Do you know how to use iMovie? I've never really tried it. I could probably figure it out pretty quickly, though. Would you raise your kids differently than your parents raised you? In some ways. For one, I would fucking not spank them. What was the best part about college? I most enjoy the flexibility of my schedule. It's not a 7-hour or whatever day every weekday. If you were homeschooled, did you come up with a school mascot? If so, what? N/A How many times a day do you check your cell to see if you have a text? Whenever it vibrates. Ever wonder if the person you hate will become the person you marry? *Hated but lmao that might just happen. If you could live in three places, a year each, where would they be? Germany, California, and maybe Canada. Your choice of transportation for anything: camel, jet pack or carriage? Carriage, probably. Think of a movie and now give me that movie title: The last person said Titanic so now I'm thinking romances, so The Notebook. Quote a line from that movie: "Tell me I'm a bird." "If you're a bird, I'm a bird." I wanted that as a tattoo with my spouse one day once upon a time. Aw! A line from your wedding vows is now: I want to recite the Corpse Bride vows with my partner. I don't feel like looking them up rn. Name a song: "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Marilyn Manson, 'cuz that's what I'm listening to. What’s a line from that song? "Sure as God made black and white, what's done in the dark will be brought to the light." Name your two favorite characters from a TV show or movie: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. Lust and Envy, probably. When was the last time you fell asleep in a car? I dunno. How often do you think about death? Not too often? Do you believe what comes around goes around? Not always, but cause and effect makes it so sometimes. What about everything happens for a reason? NOPE. Can you sing? Not well. What kinds of little advertisements are on this page right now? None rn. Has something really heavy ever fallen on you? I don't believe so. Do you have any freckles on your feet? No. If you wear makeup, what colors do you usually wear? Black, when I do. I barely ever wear makeup, though. If you have more than one pet, do they ever get jealous of each other? BENTLEY DOES, particularly with guests (once he trusts them, anyway). If Teddy is getting attention, odds are he's gonna come on over and stick his nose in it. Do you have any brightly colored pants? No. Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in? The laundry room. It's either hot or cold as fuck, depending on the season. Can you solve a Rubik’s Cube? No. I'm not good at planning future steps. Do you remember the last question you were asked? What did you answer? Well, besides the last survey question, I really don't. Besides salt and butter, do you put anything on your popcorn? No.

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