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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years ago

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Short Stack

Okay, so I recently started a series called Saving Her Sanity, and I had only gotten one part posted. But the more I reread it, the more I really hated the way I’d written it. So I’m postponing that and starting a different series. It’s gonna be a real rollercoaster ride of emotions, so buckle up.

Pro Hero! KiriBaku x ProHero! Fem! Reader

**18+ Fic**

Warnings: Angst, fluff, habitual self-harm, dissociation, swearing from obvious sources, alcohol. Coming up in later parts: smexy times, biting kink, double penetration, unprotected sex, more angst, traumatic past (but not super detailed cuz I can’t handle that shit my heart hurts already)

Word Count: 6.9k

Author’s Note: Alright folks, the reader is a fucking savage and stronger than the fucking hulk cause why the fuck not? Tbh body type isn’t discussed, the only thing is that she’s short af and the angry pomeranian and redhead boulder are freaking giants. Also, everyone’s in their mid-late twenties here.

Part 2 - Part 3

Enjoy the read!

You dove out of the way of chunks of concrete, barely making it behind the corner of the alleyway. You took off sprinting, hopefully drawing the villain away from civilian activity. Thankfully he chased after you, onto an abandoned street, out in the open where you had the upper hand. Twirling around, you materialized a scythe and swung it straight at the enormous arm coming at you, nearly chopping off the villain’s fist completely.

He stopped in his tracks and howled in pain, giving you the opening you needed. You charged him and dropped to the ground, taking his legs out as you slid under him. A chain materialized in place of the scythe and you wrapped it around his ankles and his undamaged hand, hog tying him in place. You’d only been fighting the villain for about five minutes, and backup wasn’t going to be there for at least another two, so you put a quirk cancelling cuff on him and began to wrap his bleeding wrist to keep him from bleeding out.

As you waited for backup, you sat down and leaned against the villain, who’d passed out from blood loss, and tended to your own wounds from the encounter. Backup arrived, but it wasn’t what you expected. Instead of police, stomping toward you was none other than the number two hero Ground Zero. His vermillion eyes glanced between you and the villain that was quite literally twice your size, and the expression on his face looked ever so slightly confused at the scene he was witnessing.

He stopped at your feet, glaring down at you for a few seconds, looked back at the villain, then back at you, and when he opened his mouth to speak the most absurd thing you’d ever heard came from his lips.

“How the hell did you do that?”

You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, slightly irritated at the implication behind the question. Without a word, you stood up and dusted the dirt off your butt. You walked a few yards away, pulled out your phone and dialed the police, making sure they came with a vehicle that could fit the huge villain. When you turned back around to face Ground Zero, you didn’t expect him to be so close to you. He leaned down so you were face to face, narrowing his eyes at you and letting out what sounded like a growl. “I don’t like being ignored, dumbass.”

You rolled your eyes and glared right back at him. “Well I don’t like to be undermined, Ground Zero. I may be small but I can handle myself in a fight.” And it was true. You were very small, at a whopping 5 feet tall (152 cm). His eye twitched and jaw clenched, and you could almost see the steam coming from his ears. Before he could retort, you saw something being launched from behind him. You swung your leg under him and pinned him to the ground just in time to dodge a manhole cover as it whizzed above your heads.

Without hesitation you launched toward the second villain that appeared and quickly had him immobilized and cuffed on the ground next to the first. You turned back to the number two hero, who was still on the ground watching you with wide eyes. You walked over and held your hand out to him, offering to help him up. To your surprise he actually grabbed your hand and let you pull him to stand. He didn’t let go of your hand, instead looking at it, bewildered.

“Can I have my hand back?” you looked at him blankly. He blinked a few times before releasing his grip. Soon the police arrived to take the villains, and once they left, you began to walk back to the agency since your patrol had ended a little while ago. Ground Zero ran after you and grabbed you by the wrist, turning you around to face him.

“What’s your name?” You raised an eyebrow at the man. “My hero name is Inventory. Now If you don’t mind, I’ve got paperwork to fill out.” He let go of your arm and walked alongside you. You knew why he was walking with you, seeing as you worked as a hero at his agency. As you walked into the building he turned to you with a quizzical look. Without even glancing in his direction you gave a small sigh. “Why am I not surprised that you don’t even know I work under you?”

He seemed slightly shocked. He made it a point to know who was working for him. After all, he couldn’t have anybody screwing up his agency’s reputation. Somehow, though, you’d managed to slip under his radar. Though considering your stature, hero rank, and the fact that you hadn’t made a single mistake since your debut, he figured he’d just brushed you off.

After you filled out all your paperwork, you changed out of your hero costume and into workout clothes and hit the agency’s gym. Like you always did, you went straight to the separate room reserved for sparring, expecting to have to go back out and find a partner. Today, though, you didn’t. As you entered the room, there was a certain angry blonde and a very muscular red-haired man sitting against the wall.

“Well if it isn’t short stack” Ground Zero called out to you. Well that’s one way to get you mad. You tilted your head sharply to one side, then the other, your neck popping loudly as you took a deep breath to calm your anger. “Hello, Ground Zero. I didn’t expect you to be in here. I’ll just leave you to it then.” The irritation seeped into your voice as you turned around to leave the room.

Of course, the jackass had to go and say something else. “What? You too scared to spar against me? Am I too big for you to handle?” God damn it. You both knew you had taken down much larger opponents than him, and you knew it wasn’t very smart to fight your boss, but at this point you were pissed. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose.

He stood up and began stalking towards you, his heavy footsteps ringing in your ears. You dropped your duffel and whirled around, walking to him and meeting him in the middle of the room. At least sparring was only hand-to-hand combat, because you knew he’d easily overpower you if he could use his quirk. But you trained almost exclusively in hand-to-hand, because your quirk wasn’t combat related.

As you dropped into your fighting stance, he narrowed his eyes at you, clearly confused at the odd stance you were in. In all your years of training, you had developed your very own fighting style. He quickly shrugged off his confusion and put his arms up in front of his face, ready for whatever you were about to throw at him. The two of you stood there, waiting for the other to make the first move. As predicted, his patience ran out and you easily ducked and dodged the first few quick jabs he threw.

He kept throwing punches, each one a little more intense, and you could see he was getting irritated from how you were dodging every single one. Soon enough he was lunging at you with each punch he threw, his anger getting the best of him. Five minutes of him punching and you dodging had him fuming. You hadn’t even thrown a single punch. Still, it was a game of cat and mouse with you dodging everything he threw.

The whole time he’d been aiming at your face and shoulders, keeping his strikes high. But suddenly he launched at you and his right fist aimed straight for your stomach. Got him. You planted your right foot and spun counter-clockwise, grabbed his wrist with your left hand, grabbed his shoulder with your right, and used his own momentum to fling him over your head. He landed on his back with a thud, all the air pushed out of his lungs from the impact.

You knew he’d have to take a few seconds to get up from that, and that meant you won the match in a single move. You stood over his head, smirking down at him. He glared up at you with eyes wide as saucers, wheezing from the throw, and the redhead cackled from his spot against the wall. You kneeled down and hunched over, your noses inches apart, and said, “Still think you’re too big for me to handle?”

Staring down at him, you stood again and walked over to the redhead. “Hi, I’m (y/l/n) (y/n), hero name Inventory.” You introduced yourself and held your hand out for him to shake. He took it and introduced himself as Kirishima Eijirou, a.k.a. Red Riot. You walked back over to Ground Zero and once again held your hand out to help him up. This time, he slapped your hand away and got up himself. “The name’s Bakugou Katsuki,” he said, scowling at you.

Kirishima got up and came over, “Come on Bakugou, don’t be a jerk just cause you lost. Sorry about that (y/l/n), he’s just prideful.” You chuckled lightly, waving it off, “It’s fine. I’ve heard ALL about Ground Zero’s friendly personality and peppy attitude. Anyway, It’s been fun, but I should get going.” Kirishima stopped you before you could walk away. “Hey, (y/l/n), we were gonna go out for drinks after this, you wanna join us?” You looked over to Bakugou, who didn’t give any input, choosing instead to glare at the corner. “Sure I’ll meet you outside in ten.”

You picked up your duffel and went back to the locker room to change into your civilian clothes. The bar was only a couple blocks away, so you all left your stuff in your cars and walked over. Bakugou didn’t say anything the whole way there, still wallowing in his humiliating defeat. You, being the smartass you are, decided to poke the bear.

“Stop sulking Bakugou, I haven’t lost a sparring match since high school. Besides, if we were to use our quirks you’d most likely win the match. You don’t gotta be all depressed about it.” His head snapped toward you and his hands popped and crackled at his sides. It was probably meant to scare you, but you only put your hands up in mock surrender.

When you got to the bar you all ordered your drinks and sat down at a booth. Kirishima looked at you and started asking questions. “So, (y/l/n), if you’re so sure you’d lose to Bakugou’s quirk, what’s yours?” You answered him like you answered everyone else who’d asked you the same question. “Basically, it’s like an inventory in a video game, hence the hero name. I can “store” things in a pocket of space and materialize them whenever I need them,” then you held out your hand and materialized your car keys and cell phone.

His eyes went wide and he started gushing about how cool and convenient that is. Meanwhile, Bakugou just rolled his eyes and mumbled “showoff” under his breath. Kirishima elbowed him and told him to behave, making you giggle at the dynamic of the two. Despite being at a bar, the only one that drank any alcohol was Kirishima. What really shocked you was that he was a terrible lightweight, and getting him to walk back to the agency was proving extremely difficult, because he was leaning nearly all his weight on you and Bakugou didn’t bother to help.

In fact, Bakugou was busy snickering at the sight of you trying to keep Kirishima from stumbling out onto the road and taking you with him. You’d be lying if you said Kirishima wasn’t heavy, but years of weight training and hero work pays off cause you could easily squat over 200 lbs even if you were tiny. So about a block from the agency, you’d had enough of trying to keep Kirishima from falling over and you just stopped walking.

Kirishima was too out of it to notice. But Bakugou turned and started teasing you for not being able to handle the weight. You just rolled your eyes at him. Before Bakugou could move and take him off your hands, you took a deep breath, and hauled Kirishima onto your shoulders in a fireman carry. Bakugou’s jaw dropped, and he froze in place, just staring at the scene in front of him. That both annoyed you and made you extremely proud, cause you just impressed the number two hero. You were sure the scene was at least a little funny, a giant hanging off your tiny frame, but you ignored it.

Once you had Kirishima secured on your shoulders, you started the trek to the agency. Again, Bakugou was completely silent, but you could tell it wasn’t because he was sulking. Once you were back at the agency, Bakugo led you to his car and got Kirishima settled in the back seat while you stretched out your arms, popping your shoulders and neck. You were about to say bye and head back to your car when Bakugou stopped you.

“Thanks for carrying him. It was impressive. Unexpected,” he said, not making eye contact, “And the match earlier…You did good. I haven’t been beat that bad in a while.” It almost looked like he was blushing, but it was so subtle you couldn’t tell. You smiled softly at the compliments. “Thanks, Bakugou. I had fun. I’ll be going now.” You turned to walk to your car, but he stopped you again. “Oi, short stack!” You froze at the name, and turned around with a sickly sweet smile on your face, “Yes, Bakugou?” “What’s your number?” It was your turn to be shocked. But you got over it and recited your number to him as he punched it into his phone.

When you got home it was just after midnight, so you got ready for bed and lay down to sleep. The next few days passed relatively quickly, occasionally running into Kirishima or Bakugou. There wasn’t any villain activity in the area, and your gym time was productive. You got a couple of people to spar with you when you needed it, and spent any extra time weight training.

The next day you were off, just like every day you had off, you went straight to the agency and hit the gym. You spent a solid hour at the punching bag and went to go spar again. This time there were five others in the room, which was extremely rare. Normally the room was empty. Two pairs were already going at it, so you asked the fifth if she wanted to spar.

You’d already worked up a sweat at the punching bag, but you needed the spar, so instead of finishing quickly you made sure to take a couple punches and throw a few before ending the match. You kept the same partner for a few matches, winning each one, and soon the others were watching as you won two more rounds.

The partner you’d been sparring with tapped out to get water, and someone else quickly took her place. You immediately jumped into another match. And then another. And another. Soon they tapped out as well, and by then there were a few more people filing into the room to watch. It confused you, because you’d never seen more than ten people in the padded room, but you ignored it and began another match with yet another partner.

After another few rounds, your new partner tapped out, and you decided it was time to get some water. But it wasn’t until you stepped back out into the center of the room that you realised nobody else was starting a match. Nobody else was sparring with anybody, all their eyes locked on you. As you looked around the room, you noticed it was getting crowded with people, all your previous opponents had already left, and a new opponent stepped out to challenge you.

Now this was strange. Even with your opponent getting into his fighting stance, you looked around the room, confused as to why there were so many people. You dodged a jab, snapping your attention back to your opponent. Well that was a dirty move. At his next swing you ducked under his arm, lunged to his side and swept his legs out from underneath him, ending the match before he could even blink. Playing dirty gets you knocked the fuck out as far as sparring goes for you.

The crowd that had gathered cheered at the quick takedown, and yet another opponent stepped out. You lost track of time, sparring dozens of different opponents, never losing a single match. If you began to tire all you did was end the match quickly to regain energy. After you went to refill your water for what must have been the 20th time, you checked the clock. It was already noon. You’d been sparring for five hours.

When you went back into the room, another opponent waited in the middle. You apologized and said you had to leave, and the crowd dispersed within minutes. You showered and changed, and as you left the locker room you got a text from a number you didn’t recognize.

Oi short stack, what are you doing right now?

Correction, you knew EXACTLY who this was.

You:

Just got out of the gym. Why?

Bakugou:

Where?

You:

At the agency

Why?

You didn’t get a reply, but you didn’t need one, cause Bakugou was waiting for you outside the building, sitting in his car, with Kirishima in the passenger seat. “You haven’t had lunch yet right?” Bakugou asked. You shook your head no. Kirishima spoke this time, “Great! Let’s go eat, I’m starving!” Bakugou rolled his eyes and told you to get in, and you chuckled as you got into the back seat.

During the ride Kirishima asked about your day, and you told him about the strange occurrence while you sparred, with a crowd forming to watch and people popping out of nowhere to challenge your winning streak. “Wow (y/l/n)! You still haven’t lost? I should spar with you and see if I can win!” You giggled at that and agreed to spar with him next time. And you kept reiterating how strange it was that there’d be so many people in the room at once, when normally there’s only a handful at a time.

They both questioned it but soon shrugged it off as Bakugou parked the car in front of the sushi restaurant. Lunch was a whirlwind of Kirishima asking you questions, you asking them questions, and Bakugou bickering at Kirishima when he ignored Bakugou entirely. It was fun seeing the two so close. Eventually the conversation rounded back to your sparring matches earlier.

“So how long were you there? If a crowd formed you had to have been at it for a while.” Kirishima asked, trying to figure out how long you’d fought people. You answered sheepishly, a bit embarrassed that you’d lost track of time so easily, “Well...when I checked the clock it’d been about five hours.” Both of them froze, staring at you with wide eyes. Your face burned and you took a sip of your water. Bakugou was the first to talk. “You’re a fucking beast.” Kirishima’s expression went from shock to concern. “Are you ok? Like, how are you not passed out right now?”

You assured him you were fine, and explained how much time you spent in the gym nearly every day, even after patrol. Your gym time only seemed to surprise them more, and after they told you about their gym schedule, you realised just how much time you spent in the gym, and the more you thought about it, the more you realised how lonely you were.

Kirishima seemed to catch on to your stress and smoothly changed the subject. After lunch, Bakugou drove you back to the agency, and Kirishima asked if you wanted to go to their place for drinks. “Sure, as long as I don’t have to carry you again,” you laughed. Kirishima turned and looked at you, his cheeks nearly as red as his hair. “Wait...you carried me?”.

Bakugou barked out a laugh. “Yeah shitty hair, she threw you over her shoulders and hauled your wasted ass back to the car.” Kirishima’s face somehow burned brighter and apologized profusely, but you waved it off. “Nah, it’s fine! Besides, if Bakugou wasn’t being such an ass I wouldn’t have had to carry you. I just got sick of trying to keep you standing upright while he snickered at me being short.” Bakugo scoffed. “Well you’re definitely not tall.” “I don’t need to be to kick your sorry ass.”

At that Bakugou went silent and Kirishima exploded in a fit of laughter. “Put a sock in it shitty hair! And you!” Bakugou glared at you in the rearview mirror, “I’m gonna beat your stubby ass next time!” You looked at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, Ground Zero?” He growled at the mention of his hero name. “Yeah short stack, it’s a fucking challenge.”

Soon the car parked in the parking garage, and you all went up to their shared apartment. It was spacious, and very modern. Bakugou pointed out the bathroom and went to the kitchen to grab three bottles of beer. The three of you settled into the living room and the conversation went just like lunch did. Most of the questions were directed at you, and you answered honestly.

The questions were generic and friendly, what you like to do in your spare time (besides going to the gym), your favorite foods, colors, your likes and dislikes, your pet peeves. After the first round of questioning you’d only got through one bottle of beer. “Hey, what other kinds of alcohol you got?” you questioned Bakugou. He got up and listed his menu from the kitchen. You asked him for a glass of the cream liquor, and he returned with a glass filled with the liquid.

After hours of aimless conversation and a few more glasses, you found yourself slowing as the alcohol permeated your system. That was your signal to ask for a snack and water, and you stopped your intake of alcohol. Bakugou caught on to your self cut-off. “You don’t need to limit yourself. We’ve got a spare room if you need to stay the night, and if you need to call in tomorrow the agency has plenty of people to take over your patrol.” His statement shocked you, and you looked at him like he was crazy.

He spoke again, “If you’re cautious about sharing a place with two guys, Kiri’s nearly wasted already, he can’t do shit, and if I were stupid enough to do anything I’m sure you’d kick my ass before I got within a foot of you. As for tomorrow, both of us are off, and like I said, the agency is not short-staffed. And i’ve got meds if you’re worried about a hangover, and I don’t mind lending you clothes if you need them.”

You were stunned. Completely and utterly bewildered. But he made good points, so you decided to take up his offer to spend the night. “You know what, I’ll stay. But I'm gonna slow down with the alcohol, because hangovers are a bitch to deal with even with painkillers.” And with that, the three of you continued talking. Soon Kirishima passed out and Bakugou hauled him into his room. Surprisingly enough, when he came back out he actually engaged the conversation.

He asked about your fighting style, how you developed it, how long you trained. Most of his questioning was about your physical strength and tenacity, nothing personal. But then he asked why you spent so much of your time in the gym instead of with friends. And you answered honestly and bluntly, probably mostly because of the alcohol. “To be honest, I’m not much of a social butterfly. I don’t really have friends, because I don’t ‘make friends’ with people. In fact, you could call me antisocial. I don’t really like talking to people. I don’t speak unless spoken to or unless speaking is necessary.”

And he only dove deeper. “Why not? The world too scary from down there?” he teased. You laughed darkly at the comment, choosing to drain your glass of alcohol in favor of answering the implied question. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“What is what?”

“You avoided the question.”

“Well it wasn’t really a question, just a jab at my height again”

“Yeah, and you didn’t jab back.”

You huff, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think I know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about.”

“Just drop it Bakugou.”

“I won’t drop it. Not until you give me some kind of answer.”

“Are you always this insensitive or is it just the alcohol?”

“Spill it (y/l/n).”

“Ugh fine! But I’m not giving you any details.” You crack your knuckles, take a deep breath, and a long drink of water before you talk again. “I used to like making friends. But all the friends I made turned out to be liars and fakes. I was used. A lot. After a while I finally had enough, so I stopped approaching people. I decided if people want to be in my life they can approach me. I got good at reading people, and I shut them out fast if they weren’t good for me.” You sighed, praying that was enough to sate Bakugou’s drunken curiosity. It wasn’t.

“And if people approached you with the intention of using you? If you read them wrong?” he pried. Screw it. You already spilled this much right? Might as well get it out. “I got really good at pretty bad things. I don’t usually read wrong, because I’m suspicious of everyone that walks into my life.” Internally, you prayed that was enough for him. “What kinds of bad things?” Well that’s unfortunate.

“Things like eavesdropping. Spying. Hiding. Manipulation. Lying. Deceit. Long story short, I have trust issues. It’s easier to keep people at arm’s distance than make friends that could hurt you.” At that, Bakugou goes quiet, his eyes studying your face. And you stare back at him, waiting for the judgement that comes with opening up to people. Waiting for the ‘maybe you should openup more’ and ‘just give people a chance’. But his answer is unexpected. His face softens ever so slightly as his eyes lock onto yours, his voice low, soft and somewhat comforting. “Sounds rough.” You look away, trying to keep your breathing steady, not giving tears the chance to fall, “I’m gonna turn in. Good night, Bakugou.”

Moving quickly, you disappear into the spare room and curl up into the bed sheets. Why the hell are you crying? You’d talked about this before. So why now, of all times, are you suddenly sobbing into your hoodie, clinging to it like your lifeline? You try your best to keep quiet, hoping the only other person awake doesn’t hear you. You don’t know how long it’s been, but you hear the door handle turn, and you freeze, closing your eyes and steadying your breath, going completely silent in mock-sleep. It was a technique you’d perfected long ago, turning off your emotionsin order to avoid confrontation.

You hear heavy footsteps, knowing who it is that just stepped in. He was the only other one still awake. You feel the bed behind you dip, and strong arms curl around you and turn your body, burying your face into Bakugou’s solid chest. His deep voice rumbles softly in your ear. “I know you’re not sleeping shorty. I listened through the door and heard you crying. Just let it out.” And before you can stop them, the tears you’d willed to disappear begin to pour down your face. So you sob into his chest, his arms tightening around you as your entire body shakes.

Soon you’re drifting into sleep, your body giving in to exhaustion. You’re in a deep sleep, and Bakugou stays there, holding you, until the last hiccups subside. He leans away to look down at you, and brushes strands of hair away from your face. “How long has it been since you’ve cried, princess? How long since you bottled up those emotions inside you?” He questions your sleeping figure. He presses a soft kiss into your forehead, gets up and tucks you under the blanket before silently leaving the room and going to bed.

When you wake up, your eyelids are heavy and swollen, making it hard to open them. You tenderly massage them open, remembering the reason they’re so puffy and sore. Despite the discomfort of your eyes, you feel refreshed and light, a weight lifted off your chest that you didn’t know was there in the first place. No, it was more like it’s been there for so long you’d gotten used to the pressure. Slowly, you sit up and blink away sleep.

You check the clock and it’s 8 am, a couple hours later than you normally get up. At the foot of your bed is a set of folded clothes. You quickly change out of the clothes you slept in, and into the t-shirt and sweatpants that you assumed were Bakugou’s. As expected, they’re giant on you, but they’re comfortable, and they smell like Bakug-- NO. Stop. You shake the thought out of your head as quickly as it came and go out to see if either of the guys are up.

You quickly get your answer when you see Kirishima lounging -- freaking SHIRTLESS -- on the couch. Talk about eye candy, damn. Like sure, his hero costume doesn’t exactly hide anything, but it’s different when he’s laying across a couch in nothing but gray sweatpants. Again, you clear the thoughts before they screw you over, and greet him. “Hey (y/l/n) how’d you sleep?” “Pretty good, thanks. I’m surprised you’re up so early Kiri.” He laughs at the observation, “Yeah. Bakugou got me up a little while ago and I couldn’t go back to sleep.” Yeah, that makes sense. You nod and make your way into the kitchen, and as expected, Bakugo is there.

“Good morning Bakugou,” you greet him. “Morning shorty. How’d you sleep?” You answer with the same reply you gave Kirishima a few seconds ago. You lowered your voice a little and leaned slightly toward him, “Thank you, by the way. For last night. I really needed that.” He just nods, focusing his attention to the fridge to find breakfast. Satisfied with that, you turn and head back to the couch and chill with Kirishima until Bakugou calls you to the table to eat.

You ask them what they do on their days off, and today the plan was just to stay in and lounge around the house, not doing much of anything and just relaxing. So, that’s what you did. As the hours passed, you found yourself liking the company of the two men, despite their imposing size. You didn’t feel small with them. But the question lingering at the back of your mind was why? Why were you so comfortable around them?

Thoughts buzzed around in your head like a hurricane, mixing with the doubt that they were in any way comfortable with you, and the fear that they were only using you for what men always seem to want. Soon you were telling yourself all the bad scenarios that would end in them leaving you all alone again. You didn’t even know them all that well, but you had become attached and were already bracing yourself for the inevitable loss of the two. The memory of crying to Bakugou last night swirled into your mind and wouldn’t disappear.

You were spiraling into a panic like you always did when people got close. But it was hidden, suppressed, contained. Whenever you panicked it never showed, the only telltale sign being your sudden need to scratch the soft flesh on the inside of your elbow. You hadn’t scratched in so long that any previous wounds had completely healed over, the only evidence left were small patches of discoloration, only evident if you stare long enough. That was about to change as your nails dug furiously while you stared off into space.

Kirishima was the first to snap you out of your spiral, grabbing your wrists and shaking you out, calling your name frantically. Your senses began to drift back, and the next thing you noticed was the sting on your forearms and the light stain of blood on your nails and fingertips. Your eyes drifted from your wrist up to your inner elbow, and you winced at the sight of blood seeping out of the shredded welts. It looked like it should have hurt more than it did.

“Bakugou! Get the first aid kit from the bathroom! (y/l/n)’s bleeding!” Kirishima called out to him. You heard quick heavy stomps and a curse from the blonde before he came over to examine your arms. He looked at you, and you looked back at him, still dazed from your inner turmoil. He knew from that look you were out of it. Instead he questioned the redhead to ask what had happened while he was in the kitchen figuring out what to make for lunch.

“I don’t know! I was watching tv and when I turned to ask her something she was staring off into space and scratching at her arms! She was bleeding before I even turned and I grabbed her before it could get worse.” Bakugou clenched his jaw and went to get a wet washcloth to clean up the blood. You were watching this all unfold before you, still not quite attached to reality. When he returned, he put the cloth on his lap and grabbed your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks with calloused thumbs. He called your voice, attempting to ground you, and didn’t stop until you finally took a few quick breaths and blinked, answering him with a small ‘sorry’.

He grabbed your wrists, which Kirishima had already released, and spoke to you in a hushed tone, but still strong and intense. “(y/l/n) I need you to listen to me. Are you allergic to anything? Anything at all?” It took a few moments for you to regain your mental balance, but you shook your head. “No. Nothing.” He let out a soft breath and with that he began to clean and dress your arms, wiping away blood and cleaning your fingers and nails in silent concentration.

By the time the entire ordeal was over, the different sensations from the sting of the alcohol wipes to the cool ointment and the soft gauze had grounded you completely. As Bakugou went to put the first aid kit away, Kirishima reached out and gripped your shoulders, looking over your face and into your eyes with tender concern. “You okay little pebble?” He moved his large hands so they rested at the sides of your neck, his thumbs gently brushing at your jaw.

You blush lightly at the endearing nickname and the new sensation of his hands. Leaning slightly into one of his palms, you nod. “Yeah, I’m okay. I don’t really wanna talk about it, but I’ll be just fine. I just got distracted.” He looked at you with a face that said he didn’t believe your excuse, but he’d drop the subject because you asked him to. Letting his hand release you, he gives you a toothy, mischievous grin. He leans in closer to you and nearly whispers, like he was about to reveal the world’s biggest scandal.

“That was the most gentle I’ve ever seen Bakugou. Thanks for bringing that side out of him,” he says, flashing another smile. You giggle a little at the thought of the explosive male being gentle, not quite believing it if you hadn’t been subject to it. Then you remembered why he’d been there, tending to the wounds you’d subconsciously inflicted on yourself. Your eyebrows knitted together lightly, remembering the spiral and being shaken out of it by a panicked Kirishima. When Bakugou came back, you grabbed one of their hands in each of yours.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you say softly. After a few moments of silence, you decided you owed them an explanation of some kind. “And thank you for catching me. The scratching is a nervous habit when I’m stressed. I thought I got rid of it, but obviously I haven’t. It’s been a long time since it happened last, and it was triggered by my own drifting thoughts. It’s purely subconscious and I don’t realize what I’m doing until the pain becomes too unbearable and snaps me back to reality.”

By the end of your explanation, the two were looking at you with concern and understanding. Kirishima gently smiled, and Bakugou’s features relaxed, when you squeezed their hands appreciatively. The comfortable silence was suddenly broken by a low growl. You laughed at the comedic timing of your stomach and glanced at the clock. It was just after 12:30, and Bakugou got up to go make lunch. After eating you asked to wash your clothes, and asked to use the shower. Kirishima got you a spare towel and plastic wrap to cover your newly dressed forearms. Five minutes under the hot water and you were already feeling suffocated. The steam clouded your lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe.

You knew you had a problem with hot water. You always have. Jacuzzis were never relaxing for you, and you loved the cool water of the ocean the deeper you dove toward inky blackness. You turned the handle in the shower, letting the water turn cold. Your body shivered slightly from the sudden temperature change, but quickly relaxed as the cold water washed away all the stress from a few hours ago.

When you had finished up you went to go relax on the couch again, settling into the space between the two. Now with your mind clear, you began to wonder something that you probably should have wondered a while ago. How tall were they, really? They stood over a foot taller than you, so they had to be at least 6 feet tall. You looked from one to the other, your head swiveling back and forth, before you decided to just ask them.

Bakugou barked out a deep laugh, “Why you wanna know shorty? Finally realizing how scary we look from down there?” You rolled your eyes at him, but he answered anyway. “I’m 6 foot 4 (193 cm).” Kirishima looked down at you and beamed, “I’m 6 foot 6 (198 cm).” Bakugou scoffed, and you giggled at the blonde getting upset over height. Suddenly you bounced up from the couch and turned to the two, barely containing the thought that suddenly popped into your mind. Out of the two, the redhead seemed like the more likely to carry out your request, so you turned to Kirishima with wide excited eyes and a lopsided grin like a kid in a candy store.

“Can you carry me?!” you blurted out a little too loud. Kirishima blushed hard, and then you realized how ridiculous the request sounded and rushed to explain. “Sorry! That sounded weird right? I just wanna know what life looks like from that high up! I’m only 5 feet tall so…” you rambled a little before Kirishima laughed and stood up. “Sure little pebble.” He turned you around and squatted down, put his left arm around your waist and right arm against your thighs just above your knees and told you to lean back and sit on his arm.

Once you were seated snugly, your back pressed against his chest, he stood up and you gasped a little from the new angle. The floor looked so far away, and you knew that if Kirishima decided to hold you by your armpits your feet would dangle a foot from the floor. Bakugou looked up at you from the couch and scoffed. “Alright shitty hair, put her down before you drop her and she breaks her legs from the fall.” Your hilariously rebellious brain took that as a challenge. You smirked at Bakugou, his eyes daring you to do exactly what you were thinking. But before you could move he looked at the redhead behind you, and the arm around your waist tightened as he reached to grab his right bicep. He slightly activated his quirk, locking you in place.

“Aw, c’mon! You’re no fun! I’ve jumped from buildings before and landed perfectly fine!” You whined as you squirmed in Kirishima’s arms. Both of them laughed at your struggle, and once again, your brain instantly settled on ‘challenge accepted’. You quickly surveyed your surroundings, going about the best way to escape Red Riot without damaging any of the heroes’ property.

Before either of them could react, you materialized quirk-cancelling handcuffs and clasped one side around Kirishima's left wrist. The instant it went into effect, you brought your foot up and back down into the redhead’s stomach just hard enough for his grip on you to loosen up. When his right arm dropped to grab his abdomen, you slipped down along his body, grabbed the free cuff on your way down and snapped it around the leg of the coffee table, Kirishima landing flat on his ass with an ‘oof’.

Once again, Bakugou just stared in shock. You crossed your arms and smirked at him, “What was that about dropping me, Bakugou?” He was silent. Kirishima chuckled from his spot on the ground. “Damn, you’re a sneaky one little pebble.” You turned back around and took a deep bow. You materialized the cuff’s key and released him, storing them back in your quirk’s storage space. Finally recovering from his shock, Bakugou looked at the time and said, “Alright, short stack. Let’s go spar.” You turned to him and spoke what your brain had thought only moments before. “Challenge accepted.”

#kiribaku x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #kirishima bnha #bakugou bnha

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 5 years ago

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Something Stupid

Word Count: 1,337

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Reader, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Mccall!Reader

Warnings: small angst, mainly fluff?

A/N: Uhm, did I ever post a fic called Wolf Boy? Cuz I have a draft on google docs but I don’t know (It’s and Isaac Lahey fic)

Masterlist

“Yes, I’m ready to go back to school.” you groaned for the millionth time, convincing your brother and mom.

“Okay, but what if something happens?” Scott asked.

“Like what? I’m surrounded by werewolves everywhere I go. I have a knife with me. Derek and Argent have been training me.” you said, crossing your arms.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Scott said.

“What? Mom, help me out here! I have been home every day for the past 3 weeks. Please.” you begged.

Melissa looked between you and Scott. Scott kept you at home because he thought that the Alpha Pack or the Darach was gonna hurt you. You didn’t really care, knowing you could easily defend yourself, but Scott didn’t agree with you.

“Okay, fine.” Melissa agreed with you.

You gave Scott a smirk.

“What? Mom!” he started.

“Nope! No, no, no, no!” you quickly yelled, grabbing your bag.

“Thanks, Mom!” you yelled before quickly running out of the house.

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You took a deep breath as you smiled, walking down the halls.

“(Y/N)” you heard Isaac gasp from behind you.

“Oh look, it’s the giant!” you exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes at your nickname for him, and ran to you, giving you a hug.

“I missed you so much.” he practically lifted you off the ground, holding you tightly.

You closed your eyes.

“I missed you too,” you replied.

You broke off the hug, holding his hand.

“So how have you been?” he asked.

“I texted you 24/7, I'm pretty sure you know,” you said.

He put his arm around your shoulder as you started walking to your locker.

“I’m just trying to make conversation. So, wanna hang out after school?” he asked, leaning against the lockers.

“No, I have school to catch up on,” you replied, pushing him softly.

“Nerd.” he scrunched his face.

“Asshole. I’ll catch you later, k?” you said, getting your books out.

“Yeah. Love you.” he kissed you and ran off.

Your eyes went wide for a second, realizing what just happened.

Oh dear god

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“So where’s your boyfriend?” Stiles asked you, sitting next to you on the table.

The rest of the pack gave you a look.

“Shut up. We’re friends,” you replied.

“That’s a lie. And the fact you know who we’re talking about.” Lydia said, sitting on your other side.

“Look, I don’t know and I don't need to know,” you said, looking down.

“I heard and saw,” Lydia whispered in your ear.

“Ugh” you replied.

“Uhm, what? What happened?” Scott asked, using his werewolf skills to be a protective older brother.

“Seriously, it’s nothing.” you gave Lydia a look.

“Well, then I’ll ask him myself.” you looked up, watching Isaac head towards the table.

Your eyes went wide.

“Uhm, I just forgot, I have to go….” you quickly grabbed your things and ran off, leaving a confused pack and slightly embarrassed Isaac.

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You avoided Isaac for the rest of lunch, going to class. You waited for Lydia to sit next to you, but instead, Isaac did.

You looked around, trying to find another seat, but everywhere was full.

“(Y/N), we need to talk,” Isaac whispered to you.

“No, we don't. Nothing happened.” you didn't know what to say. You knew you liked Isaac for a while, but there was no way he meant that kiss.

“Yes, something did. Look, I just wanted to say sorry, okay? It was an accident, something stupid. Let’s just forget it ever happened and go back to being friends, okay?” he asked.

You felt your heart shatter.

“Done”, you said softly.

“(Y/N), Isaac, detention.” you heard your teacher say.

“For what?!” you exclaimed.

“Talking. Class has already begun.” you looked at the clock.

40 seconds ago?! Are you kidding me?!

You rolled your eyes but kept your mouths shut.

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You walked into detention, seeing Isaac was there. You took a deep breath and sighed as he motioned for you to sit next to him.

Instead, you sat in front of him, thinking.

There was no way you could be mad at him, you knew the kiss was a mistake the second it happened. But hearing him say it, hurt you. As much as you didn't want it to, it still hurt you.

“(Y/N), Isaac, you can restock the Janitor’s closet.” you heard your teacher say.

You quickly raised your hand.

“Uhm, does it have to be with him?” you asked.

“Now that I know you’d prefer now too, then yes, it does.” he gave you a smile.

You rolled your eyes as you walked to the closet.

“(Y/N),” Isaac said to you.

You ignored him, doing what you had to do.

“(Y/N), god! I said I was sorry what more do you want?!” he exclaimed.

“I’m not mad at you Isaac!” you nearly shouted.

“Yes, you are! I can read you, (Y/N)! You’re clearly pissed at me because I kissed you! I already told you! It was an accident! It meant nothing!” he groaned.

“I’m not mad-” you sighed.

“Yes you are!” he exasperated.

“I’m not mad that you kissed me! I’m mad because-” you started, before stopping yourself.

“Why? Why are you mad then?” he asked.

You sighed. You could speak, or you could keep quiet.

“(Y/N),” he said.

“I’m mad because you regretted it!” you exclaimed.

“W-What?” he stuttered.

“Can we just ignore it, okay?” you sighed.

“But you can't like me! Me?!” he exclaimed.

You gave him a look before signing.

“I mean, you like Stiles!” he said.

“What?!” you almost screamed.

“You! Like Stiles!” he said.

“What the hell are you talking about?! I don't like Stiles! That’s gross!” you exclaimed, the thought of you and Stiles sent a shiver down your spine.

“What?! B-But I thought you'd never like me!” he exclaimed.

“Wait what do you mean?!” you asked, confused.

“Well….. I like you, (Y/N).” you looked up at him.

“Shut up,” you replied.

“Why?”

“Because! You like Allison!” you replied.

“I don't like Allison! I like you!” he exclaimed.

“W-What?!”

As you looked at Isaac, you heard the door slam shut, causing you to jump slightly.

“What? No.” Isaac almost immediately ran to the door, trying to open it.

“Isaac?” you said, concerned, walking to him slowly.

“N-No, I can’t be trapped.”, he said. A few seconds later the lights went out.

“N-No!” he pushed the door, banging on it, trying to open it.

“Isaac, calm down.” you out a hand on his shoulder.

“I-I can't be trapped! Help! Let us out!” he yelled.

“Isaac-” you started. You saw his eyes glow yellow. He was turning.

“Isaac, calm down. Just breathe. It's gonna be okay.” you tried to calm him, stroking his back lightly.

“(Y/N), stand back, please. I don't wanna hurt you.” you could feel him shaking.

“You’re not gonna hurt me. I know you won’t,” you said softly.

He turned, facing you. He stood tall, looking at you. You took a deep breath, looking at him, not sure what was about to happen.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss against your lips, holding your hands.

You closed your eyes, sinking into the kiss.

He moved his hands down to your waist, holding you tightly.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You didn't know how long you two were together, but you loved every second of it.

Both of you didn't notice the door finally opening, as you continued holding each other.

“Isaac?! With my sister?!” you heard Scott exclaimed, as you quickly broke the kiss, opening your eyes.

Isaac looked at Scott, and opened his mouth, about to speak.

He quickly pressed a small kill against your lips, before running off.

“Oh hell no! Isaac!” Scott ran after him.

You held in your laughs, or your cries, you couldn't tell your own emotions.

“Ha! I knew it! You owe me 10 bucks!” Lydia turned to Stiles.

“You guys bet on it?” you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

“And now it’s our turn to run!”

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 4 years ago

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Hakuoki Kyoka-Roku Kazama CG Character Perspective

been feeling nostalgic lately... probably cuz ive been listening the Bleach opening and closing credits for the first time in what... a decade? Aside from Shaman King, Bleach was the only other anime that I seriously followed... before I quit watching anime altogether. one of the years i should probably watch the Hakuoki anime and movies.... or maybe not. lol. not really a movie person unless it’s for something comics-related.

anyway, this has same format as all the other char perspectives. havent done one of these in a long while. still have yet to translate harada’s version of this... the others aside from heisuke’s, which i don’t have tl for, have now been queued.

not my screenshots used in this post.

Hakuoki Kyoka-Roku Kazama CG Character Perspective

Translation by KumoriYami

Clothes ：What is it? Is something wrong?

Clothes ：Why are you so interested in my body?

Clothes ：If the person touching my body is you, you have my approval to do so.

Face ：I originally thought that seeing you look depressed would certainly be amusing [the tl words I have translate to joyful/cheerful. check audio?], but I didn't it to be so dull. It's better for you to bluff as usual [/It would be more appropriate to put on a brave face. tl is “(false) bravado/to bluff]. That is more suitable to/will match your identity as my wife.

Chizuru’s face ： An average person who saw this would despair, yet you still looked forward. To be this strong, this is exclusive to my wife's bearing.

Face ：I often hear people ask me if I'm angry, but my normal expression is like this.

Face ：My eyes are very gentle? Are you actually making fun of me?

Face ：To actually like my face... You have very strange tastes.

Hand ：I was the one who made you cry. Therefore, it's my duty/I have the obligation to comfort/console you. "I am simply fulfilling my duties/obligations." That is what I thought at the time. But now that I think about it, I was just trying to get you to stop crying.

Chizuru’s hands ： You should not be reaching for your own hand, but my hand. From now on, rely on me. I will share your sorrow, your pain, and your joy with you.

Back ：I don't hate being touched by you. No, it would be better to say that you touching me makes me puts me in a good mood.

Back ：What are you still worried about? If you want to come, just come.

Back ：Relying/Depending on my back is far from enough! Throw/Put yourself into my embrace.

Face： When I came to, I found that I was already kissing you. At that time, all I was thinking that I needed to affirm the relationship between you and me. To have done such a thing, it was shocking even to myself.

Hand ：You are mine. Just stay within my hands' reach/grasp. Even if you say that you don't want this, I will not let go of your hands.

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currently... i have no idea how much time remains of the drama transfer. file explorer shut down on me in the middle of my transfers... right before a stupid automatic windows update that i forgot about disabling since im on a new laptop happened [which is why why im feeling pretty pissed off right now since it stopped when there was just 12.6gb to go as of a few hours ago], so im now using the command prompt to move any file or folder that i think is larger than a 1gb... and that unfortunately gives me no indication of what the progress is at aside from telling me which files have been copied... which honestly isnt very helpful when i can’t remember what files there are.

on the plus side, i think this using cmd is a tad faster than the normal copy/paste given the size and speed that some of my .cbr files have moved at, but im still trying to get a lot of things moved at once so things will still take a while....got 29 folder transfers going on right now. once those are done, i’ll only have 1 folder left of what i want to save before intend to format the drive.

also, im almost done filling out my queue til april. going to get the “ideal place for a disagreement” otopa 2013 drama done for may!

#hakuoki #hakuouki #Hakuoki Game Translation #Hakuoki Kyoka-Roku #Kazama Chikage

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violent-kurumi · 4 years ago

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Hi! So I am very curious on how your argument with your sister goes, please keep us updated. P.S: Apologies for the swearing, I don't mean anything by it, it's just how I talk. <3 hope you're having a good day.

Nah don't worry about it! (And uh, I actually went to bed straighten after I posted the first argument. I woke up like half an hour ago)

Actually, it's been a bit of an ongoing thing. She has more knowledge on Yu-Gi-Oh but that's because I haven't seen 5ds or Zexal (she has). I think she thinks that allows her to tweak some of the facts since I won't be able to tell the difference.

She is also very stubborn, whatever's she says "is the truth" and "you're wrong". Her favourite yu-boy is Yuto, she actually hates Yugo because she says he's annoying and dumb- and can't duel properly.

I hate that she says that, no one insults Yugo.

I actually kinda started the argument by telling her that I think Yuya has the worst deck out of the Yu-boys (but I also mentioned that I think he and Yugo are close/even). Well, she replied with saying that Yugo is he worst, he's too stupid, if he were smarter and had Yuya's brain then yeah maybe.

Bitch.

Anyway, I couldn't believe it. She thinks that speedroids are weak and suck, that other cards can EASILY stop them. I argued back that speedroids are good for Yugo because he synchro summons, so it allows him to bring out Clear Wing nice and easy.

She then said, well cards can easily get rid of it.

Jay, please, Yugo's back cards try and keep Clear Wing on the field. Stop saying that there are cards that can stop it, yes obviously there will always be cards that can stop other cards it's how the game goes. But that CAN'T be your only argument against Yugo.

Sometimes I think Yugo reminds me of Jaden Yuki- one of her favourite characters. Boy did that piss her off. She acted as though she was insulted. (Look I get people might agree with her or me- I don't mind)

I think they're both adorable and goofy and must be protected. They kinda give off the same energy (for me, other people may have different thoughts).

Anyway, I knew there was no going back because she was mad know. She really hated Yugo, finds him annoying.

(Jay no gotta protect him)

She believes no one could beat Yuri's predaplants because he can adapt to any deck easily. That was in Season three, also I'm like 99% sure Yuri had said something like; why would I use a deck I haven't used before, because of course he would've learned to use the Ancient Gear deck- it's apart of Academia!

Because Yuto is her favourite in Arc-V (and Kaito) Yuri is second, she thinks that if they were to duel then Yuri would have trouble beating Yuto (but be victorious in the end), I told her that I looked at Yuto's deck, I've been up against those godforsaken phantom knights in Legacy of the Duelist, trust me, he's strong (he never brought out Dark Rebellion in LFTD, those other knight things and it took me forever to beat them cuz they kept negating effects- they were traps so Clear Wing's effect didn't really work).

But no, she says, if Yuri were using his predaplants then Yuto would lose- if Yuri were using another deck- then he'd lose against Yuto.

Now I don't completely disagree with how Yuto and Yuri's duel would go, you mentioned that predaplants tokens can change levels (which Yuto would need to XYZ summon) but Yuto is skilled, he'd be able to do something- and those stupid traps of his can negate crap.

If it were a duel between the two dragons then I believe Starving Venom would walk all over Dark Rebellion. (She just kinda nodded, she loves both characters).

Soon I realised that with her, she could never see her favorites be bad at something- she always emphasized that Yuto only lost to Yugo because Yuya snapped him out of beserk, yes even I agree with that but she doesn't always need to point it out- I agree with you!

But get this, I casually mentioned that with Yuri and Yuto's deck- there are cards out there that can stop their graveyard stuff. (Sound familiar?)

Does she this shut her up? Nope

She argues that they have cards that can stop cards from ruining their effects. Holy shit Jay no. You can't just say that after you've said that to me, that's not how it works.

I said nearly those exact words and she's using them so defend her favs.

She just can't admit that there may be people out there that can beat them.

Cripes this is long... And we're only part way through.

(I can't wait to continue our argument now that I have more professional opinions- thanks guys).

But because we've gotten this far why stop?

Now for the summoning methods. (This was also my fault)

To stop this from getting worse I told her I don't know how Link summoning works, and that I think Synchro and Fusion are the strongest. (The look on her face was good)

She says no XYZ summoning is the strongest, then Fusion.

I asked why? What's so good about being able to use an effect twice (and sometimes the effect isn't even good).

She says that (get this) there are cards that can let them use their effect more than twice (some overlay thing).

I said no Jay, look at it logically, it's easy to Fusion and Synchro summon- much easier than bringing out two level sevens for one monster. And there is no limit with using a fusion monster or synchro monster's effect.

She disagrees and I couldn't change her mind. She still believes that XYZ summoning is the best and STRONGEST.

NO IT'S NOT

A big difference between us is that even I can admit the truth with a favourite character of mine. You all know I love Yugo, but that doesn't mean I think he's the strongest duelist. In Arc-V I think it's either Reiji, Zarc (should I count him?) Or Jack Atlas, (he should never have lost to Yuya).

They all have strong ass decks.

The D/D/D archetype is strong, very strong, uses all summoning methods and has the effects and back cards to pull off many combos.

Now I know people have different opinions on this but this was between me and my sister.

Now that I know the truth, I now know she lied to me about number cards and Kaito's deck in particular can beat Reiji.

I honest to god believe that the duel would last a while but in the end Reiji would win- he's smart and calculating, I reckon he'd be able to pull off something that Kaito can't beat.

Imagine her reaction when I told her that one of my favs could beat hers.

Yeah not pretty.

She says Kaito has a number card, and only number cards can defeat another number card. Now I didn't know anything about numbers so I should've known she'd tweak the truth. I had actually told her that what if someone uses a back card to get rid of it?

She said, weren't you listening? Number cards can only be destroyed by number cards!

And because I lacked knowledge in Zexal I couldn't defend myself.

(get this, in duel links she has a cyberse deck and she says she's beaten so many people and that the effects are great. I asked if she wanted to go up against my D/D/Ds. The answer was no, in fact, she has never dueled me, even with the structure decks we bought- I have recently bean collecting cards, remember the Yuma one?)

She likes to think she's a great duelist, and that her fav characters in Yu-Gi-Oh could never be beaten. Well news flash!

They can.

I think this is enough. I hope this kept you entertained (and others), I'll keep you peeps updated in our argument!

#kurumi asks #azurewitch #yugioh arc v #whoa bo this is long

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thistangledbrain · 4 years ago

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Ok y’all, I’m sorry I’m having to catch up! We got a new foster in a few days ago - a particularly broken soul - and my mind has been *entirely* on him. But he’s settling in a little now, so here’s the last 3 days in one post ☺️

Autism Acceptance Month

Day 10!

“Sensory Life”

This is sort of hard to describe, but I’ll try! This is different from the next entry about stims, though both are sensory related.

It’s like being on microdosed ‘shrooms *all the time*. If you don’t know what that’s like, I’ll try to describe (this is collaborated with a friend who regularly does this - I don’t...it would probably be far too overwhelming).

Colors are far sharper to me & I emotionally react to them far more than most people. That results in some colors being genuinely offensive - not just “I don’t like that color”, but it will make me intensely angry or physically sick. This makes me curious about chromotherapy, but I haven’t really looked into it that much. My tolerance of certain colors can ebb and flow depending on my emotional state/mindset. (This crap is so sharp, I’m actually getting a twinge of irritation just *thinking* about my most hated colors LOL 😂 🤦🏻‍♀️)

Textures/skin sensations are another big one. (By now you may be asking, how TF did this chick manage Marine Corps training/exercises?!) I guess if you want something bad enough, you can shut down some of the overwhelming aspects of the sensory thing...this ability to disassociate probably isn’t what NT’s would call “healthy”, but it’s quite handy if you’re autistic, and those of us who have been through real trauma seem to be especially skilled with our ability to just shut off all circuits and “embrace the suck”). Like...I’ll nearly panic to get out of a store or something if my underwear starts feeling uncomfortable, but I’ve literally been soaked head to toe, covered in mud and sand in my *everywhere* (and I HATE SAND anywhere but on my feet) AND I pissed myself, because nobody’s gonna stop shooting/training just because you have to go potty 🙄), and I remember literally giving zero fucks about it...so it really is entirely a mindset thing. But let’s talk about when I’m NOT in “Marine mode” (cuz let’s face it, it’s been close to two decades since I got out, and I no longer HAVE to tolerate overwhelming sensations).

Sensory input is just basically dialed to 11 & the knob’s been snapped off. Bright lights, loud discordant noises, too much touching/not touching the right way, things like that. I am particularly sensitive about body hair (my own). I *strongly* prefer to have my head shaved on the back and sides (but I leave the top long). The only time I haven’t done this, was in the Marines (it was considered “eccentric” and not allowed, so they made me grow it out). Even though I leave the main part long, it’s *always* in a bun or ponytail - well, unless I’m super dressed up for something, but even then I prefer some sort of updo. Despite the fact that I like my long hair (well on the top anyway), I can’t *stand* the way it feels on my neck or especially my face - I HATE IT when my hair touches my face. If I wasn’t married...there’s a decent chance I’d just shave it all off and be done with it LOL 😆 My ponytail pulled through the back of a baseball hat is I guess what they’d call my “signature look”.

And you think NT’s have bad misophonia? *I’ve jumped out of a moving vehicle before* to get away from the noise of someone chewing loudly/smacking their lips in the back seat (he was a coworker and punching him in the mouth - which is what I DESPERATELY wanted to do - would have gotten me fired 😕)...but humans eating, or dogs licking their junk, makes me want to crawl out of my own skin. It’s mostly humans though....you have *no idea* the level of self discipline it takes to keep me from either rage crying or actually getting violent around someone smacking their mouth during a meal. I *cannot* be around my husband when he’s eating breakfast cereal even though he’s a very mannered eater - I don’t know why, but it’s *so loud* (and I’m terribly hard of hearing) - it sounds like he’s chewing rocks. It took us years to work this problem out LOL - he thought it was dumb that I had such a deeply emotional reaction. Then he tried to “chew quietly”, which all that did was slow down the rock tumbler inside his mouth 😂...gradually, for everyone’s sanity, we realized that cereal eating should not be done in close proximity to each other lololol....and now, when it’s time for family meals around the table, I’ve learned to either keep the range hood fan going (white noise is definitely my friend), or have the TV on. If it’s just mainly the sound of everyone chewing, I simply won’t eat at the table. I lose my appetite. (And all of my dinner guests/family are very polite diners. It’s MY hangup.) Phone calls are another big one. I could probably come up with several reasons why I hate it...I LOATHE it. This is one sensory hangup some people in my family just refuse to accept. I don’t think they realize I equate unexpected or immediately demanded phone calls to running naked though a mall or getting a root canal. Hissssssssss!! Give me some time to prepare myself for this shit please - you’re actually asking a *lot* from me. (And when I do have a call? Ugh I babble and am so awkward, because I’m so effing uncomfortable, which I also hate.)

But here’s an area where my “sensory overload” serves me very well:

Dogs.

I am usually *intensely* dialed into the energy and body language of an animal, but particularly dogs. I’m *so* sensitive to them, that I often actually can feel things even happening behind my back - can basically sense the energy in the area shift. (Roughly 75% of the time. I’m spacey sometimes too LOL.) The work I do with “behaviorally challenged” dogs is the biggest area where I am *grateful* for my autistic mind. I don’t think I could really do the things I do without it, successfully. (I can do this to a large degree with people as well, as can my youngest son. You cannot lie to that boy about your feelings or mood.)

We all have different levels of sensory sensitivity and different triggers, but every autistic I know has several “sensory hangups”. It often is one of our biggest hurdles to deal with, when it comes to “normal functioning”. So, many of us constantly have headphones (or muffs) on, some of us wear sunglasses *all the time*, etc (I wear a baseball hat - and I genuinely don’t like going anywhere where I have to get dressed up and can’t wear my hat. Been like that since my early teens. That hat shields me from all sorts of real and imagined sensory triggers.) You do what you can to mitigate, you know? But my “microdosing shrooms” and “knob dialed to 11 and snapped off” is really the best way I can summarize. (And that’s not all bad - my trips into a new natural space, like the redwoods, is an absolute *thrill*. I also occasionally love sensory overload - many auties do - like rollercoasters. My youngest son and I can ride till we pass out LOL!) So sensory life is love/hate, really....but I don’t think I’d change much about it.

Except the fucking misophonia. I hate that I go into almost a murderous rage over someone just chewing food loudly 🤦🏻‍♀️ - but seriously. It’s impolite anyway. Don’t do it. 😆

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Day 11!

Stims

This is one of the biggest areas where neurotypicals struggle to understand us.

We all have stims. Stims are basically any stimulus that brings us joy or comfort. It could be rocking, flapping, walking in tight little circles, clicking your fingernails together, spinning, making weird sounds or whistling, etc. And it’s usually repetitive - that’s the part that gets on people’s nerves.

I’ve found that most *women* hide most of our stims. We only let go and stim our little hearts out when we’re alone. I do that, because some of my stims grate on my husband. Sometimes I don’t WANT to feel “watched” anyway...I’ve noticed males don’t have quite the same issue with that.

I have quiet stims I do to soothe myself, and happy stims. One of my quieter stims when I’m trying to soothe myself (like in public) is clicking my teeth, particularly my right canines. I also have this silicone bite stick I wear around my neck sometimes, that I chew on (my sons like the bite sticks as well). I carry a little bag of fidget toys in my purse, to soothe myself with when I’m stressed. There’s a thing sort of like a fidget cube, a little cowrie shell and twine bracelet that I fiddle with almost like a rosary, a small stuffed axolotyl (her name is Blossom), and a few other toys. My little stash also comes in damn handy when I encounter a bored child LOL!

One of my sons makes funny little sound effects randomly (and he’s grown & still does it). The other used to randomly shriek when he was younger - then he learned how to whistle, so he couldn’t say a whole sentence without punctuating it with little whistles (we actually thought it was adorable).

My favorite stim is putting my headphones on, putting on some favorite music, sitting with my legs crossed, closing my eyes, and rocking. I’m happy to TELL you about this stim, but it’s one I do alone, because I like to get completely lost in it and I can’t do that if I feel I’m being watched...and you’ll damn near give me a heart attack if you touch me while I’m lost in that world. (And boy does it irritate me to get yanked out of that before I’m ready, for some bullshit non emergency reason.) Better to just isolate myself (except my dogs are always with me). Another one I do alone - and I have no idea why i like it so much - is squeaking my bite stick across my teeth. (This one is weird to me because I usually HATE my teeth being touched...yes dentists are a problem.) This one I enjoy doing kind of mindlessly while I read, but damn would it irritate anyone in listening distance LOL...I mean, it would irritate the shit out of ME if someone else was doing it, because *other people’s* repetition, especially if it makes noise, gets on my damned nerves. 🙄 Figures lmao!

Stims can be damaging sometimes, though. Like I used to twist and twirl my hair when I was younger so much that the areas I usually grabbed were frayed and broken (I also chewed my hair sometimes). One stim I cannot break myself of even though sometimes it’ll make me bleed, is chewing the insides of my cheeks or my lips. That’s my most frequent (several times a day) one, and the one that is both gratifying *and* soothing. It’s also the one that’s hardest to suppress.

Some auties are either unaware or literally don’t care how you feel about their stims, but I am and do. I’d like to think I’m pretty “appropriate” *most* of the time with my stims and other people around, except the lip/cheek chewing. If my husband notices I’ve gotten pretty furious about it (even using my hand to push my cheek into optimal biting position), he’ll gently put his hands on mine to bring me back to awareness - if I’m gnawing away, I’m either super stressed or way lost in thought. Either way, I can accidentally hurt myself, so he gently guides me away/distracts me.

Stimming is an important part of Autie life and should not be discouraged unless it hurts Your Pet Autie ™️.

And if you’re looking for a neat gift for an Autie? They actually make stim toy packs. Get them one, they’re fun. ☺️ (Most stim toys are designed to withstand being put in mouths and bitten/chewed, too - LOTS of us have oral fixations.) And hey, even if you’re a NT, try stimming sometime (lots of normal people have stims, they just don’t realize that’s what they are - like nail biting. Bite your nails a lot? Get a bite stick!! God they’re so satisfying!)....

Happy stimming!

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Day 12!

“Favorite Autism Charity”

This one is short and easy: ASAN. Autism Self Advocacy Network.

“The Autistic Self Advocacy Network is a nonprofit organization run by and for individuals with autism. According to its mission statement, the Network’s goal is ‘to empower autistic people across the world to take control of our own lives and the future of our common community, and seek to organize the autistic community to ensure our voices are heard in the national conversation about us.’”

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Day 13!

“Family”

Well that’s kinda ambiguous, isn’t it? 😒

I’ll start with this tack:

Being an autistic mom with autistic kids.

I mean for years, none of us KNEW LOL - and maybe that’s what took me so long to get around to pursuing a formal diagnosis for my youngest. To me, for the longest time, he was just sensitive and different like me (same with my oldest, for the most part, but I’m pretty sure that was me buying into the “brilliant people are just fucking weird ok” mindset also), yannow? So it was like, “well mama always told me I’d have one like me & then know what I put her through” 🙄 My oldest got lumped into the “all bright kids are quirky” category - but as I learned about ASD through my youngest and myself, it became damn obvious the oldest was also in our camp. (He’s taken the prelim test now anyway, but is not formally diagnosed.) I genuinely believe that our “shared weirdness” binds us very tightly to each other - and I’m super pleased about that.

It brought a whole new level of understanding and awareness within our little family when we realized it was ASD I guess - and acceptance. (I 100% believe that diagnosis - or even affirmation - is critical to our self acceptance and understanding.) I wouldn’t trade my little family for anything, and consider myself remarkably blessed. I can talk about how complex and brilliant my boys are ALL day (and often do LOL). Hubby is neurodivergent, and can identify with (or at least sympathize with) MANY of our hangups....but he’s “normal” enough that he’s been able to guide us (mostly me) with things like how to use tact (not often a skill we naturally possess lmao). My heart breaks when I read posts by auties whose families either don’t understand or don’t accept them & are constantly trying to basically mute who they are. Auties “live out loud”, and some people find that off putting. I know growing up, I was constantly getting my ass chewed for being “dramatic” or too sensitive, too, so I shut down and hid my sensitivity far, far away. I’m only *lately* (last few years) discarding that silly tough girl mask. (I can still be quite the little wolverine at times, but I’m not afraid to show my soft sensitive actual self anymore...to stay soft in today’s fucked up world takes actual courage - a lot of it - and strength. I was looking at the concept of being “strong” entirely the wrong way.)

I swear my husband has lived with nearly as many phases and facets, as years we’ve been together. Sometimes I ask him if this ever bothers him. He says no, because who I am at my core never changes...and he grins and says “and you damn sure aren’t boring” 😂

But since I’ve known I’m autistic, I’ve given myself more freedom to discover who I am without these socially dictated parameters. And permission to be precisely who I am, without cringing apologies when the real me shines through awkwardly.

And my husband and boys have been there every step of the way, embracing me, as we do with them. ♥️

Yeah. I love my family. We’re some pretty cool people. 😁

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5sosbitchfest · 4 years ago

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Reactions to Luke’s IG Story 6/14/2020

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I hate her as much as the next person but bi people in straight relationships are still bi

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I call bullshit on Messy being bi. Sorry, if she was bi, why didn't she come out earlier? Her 'haters'? Where? Also, Luke needs to learn the difference between supporting Pride and celebrating it while PR dating a fake ass 'bi' woman.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I also don’t think it’s fair to say Sierra has never been in a same sex relationship we really don’t know who she’s dated. This is a big problem in the LGBT community, when a bi woman is in a relationship with a man her bi identity gets erased. Halsey has actually talked about this a lot. While I agree that Lierra is not a queer couple, that does not erase Sierra’s identity as a queer woman, and pride is absolutely still for her to celebrate too 🌈

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: *i understand that it was Luke’s post but obviously she had input to post it.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Does Messy’s journey of her sexuality excuse her transphobia? Bc I don’t think so. She sure is selective about who and what she celebrates then. She posted that picture for attention, like everything else she does. It sounds harsh and if she wants to share her journey then great but let’s recognize and call it out for what it is. She doesn’t need to have Luke in a post to talk about her sexuality. Happy Pride Month to that person she purposely misgendered and attempted to invalidate.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: It’s not about disliking Sierra anon. She has only officially came out in a reply on twitter that she later deleted. That’s the only time it’s been mentioned. People struggle to come out and she tweeted and deleted it as if she actually wasn’t saying it. And now her boyfriend is the one essentially coming out for her? That’s what the issue is anon she has never openly said she was bisexual and now that it’s pride month she is? This is just the first time it’s being brought up& it wasn’t even her

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I don’t care that Luke posted good on him but him posting something for pride halfway through the month makes the other boys look inconsiderate for not posting anything

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I'm the anon that said the thing about "lets not make this into a mikey situation" I agree that it was a complete distraction tactic, and I also can not stand Sierra I was just trying saying that even with those two things in mind the post isnt harming anyone and so we shouldn't get mad at luke for making it.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I hate to admit it but I don't see Lierra ending anywhere near soon. Yes, couples don't last forever and still I don't think they will but let's be honest, he cares about her. Idk how things are in their life, and I hope he's happy, but I think she will stay around for this year and maybe a bit of 2021. 🙄

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Okey but was the "biracial" necessary? It made me cringe...

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I know luke can be cringy when it comes to Sierra but cmon haven’t we learn by now all the cringy stuff if from Sierra being on his account lol

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Sierra wrote that ... no caps, her grammar, fave chosen emojis etc totes her 10000000000% although glad acknowledging bisexual biracial but Angel? Angel by day and to stans but I thought she was the “late night devil”

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Something about Luke’s ig story doesn’t sit well with me... the fact that he felt the need to state that she’s biracial and bisexual just makes it look like he’s treating her like some kind of a trophy to show off, idk it just doesn’t feel right

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Why do L and S feel the need to make everything about S? This isn't about you, so shut up and actually get a job.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: “beautiful bisexual biracial angel” i’m gagging and laughing so hard yeah he 100% wrote and posted that himself /sarcasm

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I love luke and I'm happy if he's happy but the way Sierra clings to him in that photo is so gross. It really just feels like she's using him to do her dirty work. Like that post didnt feel genuine at all and it really seems like luke isnt even trying to convince us anymore he just does the bare minimum to make her happy. I dont blame him tho. Just feels icky.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: As a straight person, I hate straight couples and hope to never be cringe.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I'm sorry but that Instagram story that luke posted talking about his "beautiful bisexual biracial angel🥰🥺" does NOT (capitalize, underline and bold) sound like how luke would type something. The first part where he talks about how far we have to go sounds like him but not that that part.. not even close. Want to bet either sierra typed it, gave him the idea to say that OR did both cause we know she monitors him like crazy

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: "Bisexual biracial" is so unnecesarry. Luke, hon, shut up. People are out here fighting for their rights, and you feel the need and have the audacity to make it about your crazy ass girlfriend? Don't get me wrong, I love the boys, but making every fcking thing about your girlfriend-particularly luke- is not the point of these movements. So stfu Luke, stfu Sierra, stop making everything about S. That pisses me off, sorry I just needed to rant somewhere.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: is it just me or does the whole “beautiful bisexual biracial angel” not sound like him or something he’d say??? idk I’m kinda new to the fandom but it felt cringey reading that come from him

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Did you see what luke posted on his story? Seems him and Sierra are getting along great, smh. Also she's confirmed bi as well I guess. That's cool. Hope she doesnt use it as a weapon to defend criticism tho. Also did luke redo his hair cuz it seems very white again. Idk. Seems fishy. What are your thoughts? Do you think he was told to post that to distract from mike?

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: just when I was starting to forgive luke for his “response” to messy’s MESS, he goes and posts this... I’m TIRED

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: ok but as a lesbian it makes me sooo happy that Luke is celebrating pride and he's supportive of her sexuality 🥺 men never take bisexuality seriously and I love that he respects that. YET as someone who doesn't like s I'm like why....... like this week has been so frustrating and we were all like "they don't defend m bc they're in a sm break" and now he comes to post this and doesn't say anything? i just :(

allisonscarlett said to 5sosbitchfest: Honestly pride month came just in time cause I remember some stans saying that sierra is probably not bisexual and now there's luke insta story. I'm not trying to erase anyone's sexual orientation, I'm bisexual myself and I've found it weird that in the past years sierra didn't anything about her sexuality during pride month (and don't remember when she tweeted about being bi but I don't thing that it was in during pride month)

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: is anyone else getting"i can't be racist/homophobic because my gf is biracial and bisexual" vibes from lukes ig story or is it just me??? does he know he's digging a hole???

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: should we assume luke posted that in response to the insiders muke information? interesting timing on his part

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I honestly can't stand Luke rn. Angel? Angel???? ANGELLL????????????

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Okay but I don't think that counts as a "a straight couple thinking pride is theirs to celebrate". Just cause Sierra is in a straight relationship doesn't take away from the fact that she's bi, or mean she can't celebrate pride. And I think Luke wishing her and everyone a happy pride is actually a really supportive thing for him and again doesn't really count as a straight person thinking pride is theirs to celebrate, because he's focusing on her, not himself.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: “my beautiful biracial angel” i hate it here

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Gonna say something to MAYBE make some people happy. That picture was taken at a PROTEST. So they probably aren't together 😂😂 they were just together for the protest

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: The biracial part of his story post is feeding into him being a king for dating a mixed person

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: ok luke did look very cute tho

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Every single time there’s any drama in the fandom, a new “cute” picture pops up and some people really think that’s goals? Like in what world is now the time for that kind of post, if it isn’t a direct pr response to the twitter mess of the past few days? Smh they’re not even trying to be subtle anymore

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: i think it’s fine for straight couples to go to and celebrate pride when one of them or both of them aren’t straight.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I was reading this blog a few hours ago and I read a post where someone said that everyone basically assumed sierra was bi bc of a comment and now Luke comes out calling her "bisexual" as if he was confirming it...Idk felt weird lol

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Bisexual biracial angel😭😭 who made him write that and thought people will take it seriously

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: have you seen luke’s story? “especially to my bisexual biracial girlfriend” i fucking CACKLED like is it how she’s supposed to be known for?

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: thank you luke for that ig post for it will keep messy ass kissers away from m mentions for a while

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Funny how you just brought up everyone saying that Sierra was bi just cause she said she loved men and woman and woopty do guess what luke put on his insta story. “My beautiful bisexual biracial gf” Luke I love you but 🤢

#kirby #luke #lemon #messy #Happy Pride

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pink-bird-30 · 4 years ago

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Zutara Week 2020 Day 3- Fuse

Hello, I’m really behind aren't I?

Well, I’m going to finish this week out with all the stories done, so I’m officailly extending Zutara week for myself.

If you’d like to read all my stories together, here is my FF.net:

(https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13657644/1/Zutara-Week-2020-All-Works )

I hope you guys enjoy my day 3 post!

Happy reading!

It was three days before Sozin’s Comet and Aang was nowhere near ready to face Fire Lord Ozai. Zuko was doing everything he could to get Aang prepared, but he didn’t seem to take it seriously enough. And today was Zuko’s breaking point.

While teaching Aang a new firebending technique, one that would ensure a strong blow to any opponent, Aang decided the waterbender was more important. Katara showed up with watermelon juice out of nowhere and the young avatar ran off to take a break.

A break.

“Aang! You need to keep practicing! How do you expect to defeat my father without knowing proper bending technique?!” Zuko was pissed to the point where flames were erupting from his nose and mouth.

Katara turned from where she and Aang sat on the stone steps. Rolling her eyes, Katara stomped over to Zuko. Throwing her watermelon hazardously away, she quickly grabbed the older firebender by the arm. Without struggle, she started to pull him away from the rest of the gang.

Zuko let himself be dragged away by the waterbender, feeling her cool hand instantly calming him down. She pulls him down to the beach where they were a few days ago. On that day, Zuko decide it was smart to attack Aang out of nowhere.

After what seemed like an eternity, Katara settled onto the wet sand near the water. They were close enough where the water would come up and graze their feet.

Realizing the firebender did not settle next to her, she pulls on his arm to take a seat next to her. This was enough to break the dam of Zuko’s nerves.

“Katara! Why did you bring me here?! Aang needs to get back to training and that insolent child isn’t listen-“

“Will you just shut up for once? Or do you just enjoy hearing yourself talk?” Katara cut in, her glacial glare stopping his next onslaught of obscenities from tumbling out of his mouth.

Zuko lets out a huff and settled down next to her, a little closer than usual for the pair.

From where they sat, they could see the waves push and pull in the distance, crashing into one another like a fierce battle. The bright blue blending with the dark depths of the ocean, bringing a calming serenity to anyone witnessing the dance from the shore.

Zuko leaned back on his elbows, letting himself sink into the sand with each move. Finally feeling a calmness settle over him. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, letting go for just a moment. All he could feel was the heat of the sun and the coolness of the sand. The sensation of the cold ocean water dancing at his feet from time to time. It’s strange, Zuko was full of pent up rage moments ago, but now his body was fully relaxed.

Katara lays down next to him, propping her head on her hand while the other traces lines in the moistened sand. Subconsciously, she draws her water tribe symbol in the sand. The swirls of the ocean waves matching the markings of her choker that lays back at the beach house.

A comfortable silence settled over the two. Neither needing to say anything, well aware why they were both there.

“Why did you lose your temper on him like that? You know he’s doing the best he can.” Katara was the first to break the silence. Her hand stilling in the sand to look up at Zuko. She notices his hair is sticking to his forehead, clinging to the sweat from when he sparred with Aang. The sight of his calm demeanor made a wave of something wash over her It makes her want to push the hair back away from his face, but she doesn’t let that desire control her.

Zuko sighs before opening his eyes and bites his lip, hesitant in his response.

“I know I’m tough on him, but he’s a kid. He needs discipline. We’re on the verge of ending a 100 year war, and our only hope is a 12-year-old with a short attention span. Especially when you’re around!”

Katara sits up to face him, a look of shock and anger crossing her face. “Excuse me? I’m a distraction? What is that supposed to mean? I’m not the one with a short fuse like you! You literally just went on a rampage back there!”

Zuko scoffs and pushes up from his elbows to get in her face. She could see his amber eye perfectly, they reflect in the sun making them seem brighter and full of fire.

He points his finger at her, “You don’t see it do you. Wow, and here I thought you were one of the intelligent people here.”

Katara felt a fire ignite in her chest as she inches closer to him and pokes at his bare chest.

“Listen, you royal pain in my ass. I have done nothing to distract, Aang. You’re the delusional one.” She seethed.

Zuko looks down to her hand on his chest and raised a brow, “Seriously, you have no idea?”

Katara huffs in defeat before pulling back slightly, realizing she was still touching his chest. She quickly looks away just coming to realization Zuko was shirtless, distracting her from the conversation at hand.

“Why do you have to be so cryptic? Just tell me!”

Zuko smirks before shifting in the sand to prop himself on his elbow. She really had no idea, did she? The way Aang spends his days following her like a lost penguin-otter. Or how his eyes brighten when she comes into the room and he immediately needs to be near her.

It wasn’t hard to see the early stages of a crush, he understood it himself all too well. Especially the infatuation with the waterbender. She has this ability to brighten the room when she enters it, it demands your attention. Her bright blue eyes are intoxicating to any on looker, and her will to see the good in any situation.

It was unbearably annoying.

“You sure you want to know? It could change everything you know or feel.” He teases as he flicks sand at her thigh. She crosses her arms and looks away from the firebender, giving him a good look of her side profile.

He felt his heart soften seeing how beautiful she is in the sun. The way her Fire Nation attire suits her dark skin perfectly, and complimenting her dark curls that cascade down her back. But the over coming feeling of wanting to run his fingers through her hair is what brings him from his thoughts.

Oh no.

He knew there was some connection between him and the waterbender. He felt it back in the Crystal Catacombs. But he thought it was a fluke thing. A moment between two people in passing.

But he can still feel that fire in his heart that hasn’t gone away. His frustration with Aang was more towards himself. The last few weeks he’s been with the gang, he’s felt like a short fuse, ready to blow at any moment. And it always seemed to happen whenever Aang and Katara were together.

“Just tell me.” She sighs in defeat before turning to face him again. He runs his hand through his hair, where it stayed back, giving her a full view off his handsome face.

She blushes slightly as she awaits his reply.

Zuko smirk falters at the thought of telling her the truth. What if she has feeling for him?

“Look,” he pushes up from the sand to sit up, meeting her gaze. “Haven’t you noticed Aang follows you around everywhere?”

He can see her contemplating this before nodding in agreement, “Sure, but he’s always been like that with me. It’s…normal?”

He lets out a short laugh, hearing the waver in her voice. “You think that’s normal? Have you ever seen Aang act that way toward Sokka?”

“No.”

“How about, Toph?”

“No…”

“Suki? Ever with her?” He can see the realization dawn on her face. At first it was her eyes widening before she lets out a gasp, then covering her mouth with her hands.

After a moment her shock turns to anger. She turns to Zuko and pushes him, “Aang is not in love with me! Why would you say such a ridiculous thing! Ugh!” She gets up from the sand to head back to the beach house.

Zuko quickly stands up to catch up to Katara who was storming back up the beach at a brisk pace.

“Hey! Why’d you push me!” He yells as he runs up the sand, moving with a fluidity Katara lacks in this climate.

“‘Cuz you’re a jerk! Speaking upon things you know nothing about!” She continues her trek up the beach, trying to distance herself from the banished prince as quickly as possible.

From a few feet behind her, Zuko huffs in frustration, fire swirling from his nostrils. The oh so familiar feeling of rage takin over his body.

“It’s not my fault you can’t face the truth! You treat him like your child when he looks at you like a lover.”

Katara gasps before turning around just as Zuko reached her. Her hand shot out to slap him, but he was faster, gripping her wrist in his pale hand.

Zuko smirks, “And you said I had a short fuse, speak for yourself.” He pants out, trying to regain his breath from running up the beach.

“Ugh!” she screams trying to pull herself free from him. “Let. Me. Go!”

“No,” he stands closer to her. “Not until you admit it. You know how he feels for you and yet you ignore his affections. Why?”

With a last ditch effort she tries to pull away, but it was no use. She lets out a frustrated cry before throwing herself at Zuko. The pair fall to the sand, Zuko lets go of Katara to brace for impact. Ungracefully, Katara sprawls across Zuko's chest, their faces inches from one another, and their legs a tangled mess.

Zuko huffs in frustration from this entire situation. It’s ridiculous, but Zuko knows it’s his fault, he did start all of this. But little did he know Katara is going to end it.

He felt Katara move from his chest, finding her hovering above him, one arm beside his head, the other on his chest trapping him against the sand.

Slowly, Katara leans close, their noses touch slightly. Zuko sees her eyes darken, the bright blue fading into a stormy dark abyss. He knew his own eyes reflected the same darkness.

He swallowed slowly, realizing their compromising position.

Quietly, Katara speaks. “You want to know the truth? The honest truth, Zuko? Do you think you can handle it?”

The words sending shivers down his spine.

“Uh…”

Katara smirks before leaning to the side, near his ear. Her breath deliciously warm against the side of his face. “I’m here with you, not with Aang. What does that tell you?”

She could hear his breathing hitch, his heart beat racing against her hand on his strong chest, rising and falling with each breath he takes. His hands lay beside him while she straddles his hips, sitting in his lap. He moves his left hand slowly up her back, feeling her exposed skin of her waist before traveling higher to cup the side of her face, turning her to face him. His other arm came up to pull her completely against him.

Zuko hums contently before pulling Katara’s face closer to his. Their breaths mingling, noses brushing against once another’s.

“Hmm..Maybe you have a tendency to catch the eye of any man looking your way.” He replies softly, his half lidded eyes speaking the words he doesn’t say. But the small gasp that leaves her is enough for him to dive forward, erasing the space left between them.

He threads his finger through her curls, savoring in the sensation of having her so close. At first Katara doesn’t respond to his eager lips, but soon finds herself melting into him. Racking her fingers through his hair pulling him closer.

They forget the world around them to be in this moment. It was reckless to be making out on the beach like they were normal teenagers, but they don’t seem to care. It was freeing, a stolen moment of time that will never be taken from them. And it all started because a spark in the heart that lit the fuse.

#zutara week 2020 #zutara #zuko #katara #avatar the last airbender

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ruiyuki-archives · 4 years ago

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bnha x psycho pass AU

This is an AU I wrote on the todomomo discord server eons ago. Anything posted to this blog will be transcripts of old original work and not really edited, save for formatting. I have no guarantees if I will ever finish these AUs either so these will only be kept as an archive.

Original transcript posted to tdmm discord: Mar 2019

OK @xharu‘s tdmm psycho pass au fanart got me like 💡💡💡 all day at work so like ASHFJGLS JUST TAKE THIS IDEA VOMIT

ok so part of me wants to have Inspector!Momo and Enforcer!Todo but also Inspector!Todo makes so much more sense

esp if All Might and Endeavor are high ranking inspectors in the Public Safety Bureau

So like lets go with Inspector!Todo that needs to live up to his dad's reputation and very-good-at-her-job-but-not-always-confident Inspector!Momo as a team leading Division 1

That consists of Todo, Momo, and KamiJirou as enforcers and two others idk I haven’t decided yet

BUT ANYWAY Inspector!Todo takes his job very seriously like Gino in pp s1 bc not only is there living up to Endeavor's reputation, its also making sure he doesn’t fuck up his psycho pass bc he’s not the first one to walk down the MWPSB path

Bc knowing me, ofc im gonna throw in Dabi there and ofc its going to be Dabi who was the first one to become an inspector for the MWPSB like Endeavor and ofc his story is that his pp falls down into latent criminal status and he’s demoted into Enforcer

And duh Endeavor is disappointed af that his eldest became an Enforcer and thus becomes that trash dad he is putting pressure on Todo to do better than his brother

And this is just more backstory not related to tdmm but y’all need context so.....

Dabi's an Enforcer who somehow manages to run away from house arrest in the MWPSB while on a mission and goes into hiding bc duh Sybil's got eyes everywhere

So on the run Latent Criminal Dabi manages to join up with Shigaraki's gang who are also a bunch of LCs hiding underground, and you can guess the rest but also more on that later

Ok back to tdmm:

Todo always tries to keep his crime coefficient at like 65 bc it really doesn’t go any lower considering he is under stress and he knows and that makes it worse so ya really like s1 Gino

Momo's good with her pp like Akane is so honestly it keeps around 20-30

(And for those that didn’t know, crime coefficients: 0-100 = you’re good, 100-300 = latent criminal, 300+ = Sybil doesn’t like you)

And Jirou probably hang around 110-120... Kaminari probs a little higher 150ish and part of me wants to make him like Kagari whos pp has been above 100 his whole life but nah im not gonna do that bc that’s playing the trope card

Anyway........

Other MWPSB members probably like this:

already mentioned All Might and Endeavor as top inspectors

Nedzu as the chief bc he knows and y k n o w from s1 👀👀👀

Division 2 is probs led by Inspector!Deku and Inspector!Bakugou under the mentorship of All Might

(another part of me wants to put Enforcer!Bakugou on tdmm's team but im really fighting myself over this)

Aizawa is Professor Saiga. thats it there’s nothing else.

Ok i lied maybe something else lmao idk mebbe Aizawa was an inspector during All Might’s and Endeavor’s generation but retired bc his pp was getting cloudy AND he clouds other people

but that doesn’t stop Dhinsou from getting mentored by him and eyyy Shinsou becomes the MWPSB's interrogator like Saiga does in s2

idk whos gonna be the analyst yet bc im learning toward Tsuyu for some reason

wait no scratch that. Eccentric analyst should be HATSUME MEI bc ofc shjfkaoa

Kendou, Tetsutetsu, Monoma and Yui and idk who else from 1-B make up Division 3 bc must have Class B in there and KendouMomo friendship okay

OKAY now then......

AfO is criminally asymptomatic (aka is villain af but Sybil doesn’t recognize his CC as what it really is) bc ofc he is

And guess what, Shig is too

So AfO nurtures Shig into a master manipulator n all that bc ofc he does bc "they’re both special"

And ofc AfO learns the secret of Sybil and becomes part of Sybil too bc y’know that’s how it is

But Shig doesn’t know that and he’s on a mission to find out where adoptive criminally asymptomatic mastermind dad went

But really this story will be Shig v Deku's team cuz gotta keep it organic

And tdmm's team will be v Dabi BC Y’KNOW

Makishima's role from the original pp will prob be divided between Shig and Dabi bc ya, sure, Shig is criminally asymptomatic but Dabi was an Inspector and knows the ins and outs of MWPSB so that’s why he joins Shig so they can play the system

So like, pp s1 there’s a bunch of cases that tdmm team goes thru thus:

1) one of em is Overhaul who runs a drug ring selling drugs that artificially lowers one's psycho pass

2) Gentle whos been quarantined his whole life in rehab bc his pp has been 100+ his whole life but breaks out bc he just really wants to be an Inspector of the MWPSB

And now the meat of tdmm is that they've been partners for a long time on Division 1 but even though they’re the same rank Momo relies on Todo too often for decisions on how to handle a case and Todo's always under pressure from Endeavor, he doesn,t ask for help when really EVERYONE CAN SEE IT. HE NEEDS MOMO AS HIS EMOTIONAL CRUTCH

Okay so idk what he actually did to incite the case (probably tried to bomb smth tbh) but the general idea is after tdmm team runs into Dabi and they confront him like Kogami + Akane did with Makishima at the tower. Basically, Todo loses it with seeing Touya becoming Dabi and tries to lethal eliminate him but ofc Momo knows that’s not the right thing to do since Dabi's coeff isnt 300+ yet and has to stop Todo but also stop Dabi from getting away

And Todo seeing Dabi makes his pp creep up reaaalllly close to 100+ which is Todo's greatest fear

So. Momo in the moment has to like throw the dominators away, tie up Todo or smth and knock out dabi all in a split second

And then finally todo comes to his senses while tied up and collapses on the floor like "im sorry.... thank you Momo. I believed in you"

And she collapses on the floor beside him too and they both kinda just put their heads together to take a moment bc ahsjjdslfs the whole situation was just too much

AT THE VERY END FINALE (assuming Dabi escapes like Makishima did or smth) WHEN TODO FINDS HIM, DABI'S GONNA BE LIKE "Im happy it ends this way and happy you found her bc I didn’t have someone like that to keep me afloat under all of dad's pressure"

(Note: whatever "ends this way" entails has yet to be decided)

(But he’s not gonna die and im not making Todo a killer)

this story could end with him leaving the country like Kogami did

And hey y’know what. lets do that. He escapes. that’s a re-occuring theme here lol

FOR FUNSIES:

The blossoming romance w Momo is what keeps Todo’s pp down. like it gradually drops from 65 to 40ish and he doesn’t notice it as plot and romance goes on until the very end when, the day after the finale when Dabi escapes, he wakes up, has an Official Date™ w Momo and then checks his pp later which suddenly is at 40

Qjdkkfsk how funny would it be if every time Todo thinks pervy thoughts of Momo his pp tracker spikes up from 40 to 70+ and whoever checks the trackers see it 😂😂😂

Bakugou just happens to check the monitors as Deku walks in like "Kacchan lets go its our shift" and Deku sees it too and he gets worried and consults Iida who talks to Kaminari bc he’s on Todo’s team and it goes around the MWPSB like wildfire among all the guys

So going out for drinks later is like 8 of them sans the Enforcers and really, most of the time Deku and Bakugou have their pp under control but when Todo tells them abt that moment, everyone is too sh00k and then THE WHOLE GROUP'S PP GETS TOO HIGH AND CAUSES AN AREA EFFECT ADKJDFJDAHSFK

the iinspectors themselves instigate a psycho hazard and the enforcers that stayed back, particularly the girls are like what the fuCK Guys

It probably becomes an inside joke among all the guys some ways down the line. they had to do their own damage control and it was A Disaster™ 😂😂😂

Aizawa is still the captain of the ship in this au bc even though he’s basically Saiga and retired, All might & Endeavor tell bkdk and tdmm's team to consult him bc he has really good insight on cases

and when Aizawa meets tdmm when they consult with him over Dabi's case he's so ONBOARD

And mebbe helps out with Todo's pp problem like dropping hints that hey, y’know, mebbe your partner can help - in more ways than one - if you just listen to her instead of tryna bottle it up all yourself

kamijirou has had a bet for how long it'll take them to fuck since they've been assigned under tdmm

Aizawa joins in on the bet

And honestly Bakugou probably does too only bc he gets pissed off looking at the unresolved sexual tension and being the victim so he wants to win

> archives masterpost

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #bnha x psycho pass #psycho pass au #ruiyukis unfinished aus #this one was a lot of fun #when will i stop writing dabi into tdmm aus #the answer is never #IDK man just take it

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years ago

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Dusk Till Dawn (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader) PART 10

https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/186925178519/dusk-till-dawn-shinsou-hitoshi-x-reader-part-9

Taglist: @fandom-hoe101 @greenliquidcacti @shadow-wolf2 @rxbyrxn @golden-eter @queenofmonstersanddemons @depressed-deku @sleepychai

Summary: You and Shinsou are returned to the safety of your homes, but after catching up with your friends you can’t help but notice how distant Shinsou is.

I’m mad at myself... this was SUPPOSED to be the last chapter but alas... it grew too long but it’s still important! And this just means that the final chapter will be posted soon!

Warnings: Some graphic violence, gore and sexual situations.

Featuring: Our Purple Boi!!

Chapter 10: Reunion

Everything that was once normal to you now felt so different. Which you found extremely weird because the truth was you weren’t gone for as long as you believed, and yet being trapped and kidnapped felt like years instead of days.

The only thing that kept you hanging in there all those days was having Shinsou there for you. You knew it was a selfish thought, but you were happy that he was there with you. To be frank, you weren’t so sure if you would have even been able to survive if not for him.

You bashed someone’s head in sure, but you also sprained your ankle, ruined one of your hands and didn’t have a quirk that could help in combat. Still, you managed to survive and help Shinsou when he was incapacitated for a little bit, so you weren’t completely useless.

You survived it all.

Shinsou survived it all.

That was all you could think about even as your enthusiastic and frantic classmates had initially crowded you before they appropriately gave you your space, and now you were just sitting at a table with a bento box that you had been given by a very concerned Izuku. He was accompanying you and the two of you were joined by Uraraka, Iida, Aoyama, Tsuyu and Todoroki. Yaoyorozu approaching you gently with a cup of tea to hopefully soothe your nerves as you anxiously smiled after finishing all of the food rather quickly.

“I’m starving…” You chuckled a little bit to your friends as they smiled and chuckled a little bit. Although you and Shinsou were both given meals to fill up on, a week of not eating properly had built up an appetite.

“You must be! It’s been a week since you’ve probably had any proper nourishment, so you and Shinsou need to eat and get your fluids up.” Iida sounded so much like a dad it made you smile, “Yes I know… and trust me, I’m going to fill up on all of that and then some Iida I promise…” Trying not to giggle you looked over at the taciturn Shinsou, even when Iida mentioned his name the boy didn’t budge.

You wondered why he hadn’t joined you though, as he had chosen to be by himself as he leaned against the kitchen wall, his eyes downcast as he listened to you talk amongst your friends. Midoriya had been asked him to join you and the others but he politely refused and stood by himself and watched Yaoyorozu bring you a cup of hot tea she made just for you.

“Here you go (Y/N)-chan, this should soothe your nerves… I know you must still be a little bit agitated. I’m just sorry we all huddled up to you so quickly without considering your feelings.” The tall girl apologized as you gratefully accepted the warm cup of tea from her as she warned you of how hot it was.

“Thank you Momo… it’s okay though really. Yes I was a bit alarmed but… it’s cuz… I got used to seeing just Hitoshi’s face… I missed you guys…” You smiled at the sweet girl but she still looked a bit perturbed as she saw your bandaged hand, and the crutches you had needed.

“Your hand…”

You could see how nervous she looked though and you shook your head as you tried to calm her down. “Oh… believe it or not but this is actually because I held onto an icy rail from a faulty ski-lift… Hitoshi and I had to jump off it but I held onto it too tightly and when I came off… apparently so did most of my hand skin…” Almost grinning you were nodding at the memory which was only 3 days ago tops, but Aoyama and Uraraka looked like they wanted to faint at the thought.

“Y-Your skin…?” Aoyama looked particularly woozy at such a vivid image as you nodded, “Hee-hee… yeah… ooh sorry buddy… bit too graphic I suppose…”

“Did they give you medicine for that?!” Uraraka was more scared for you because of how absolutely painful that sounded.

“Oh yes, don’t worry Uraraka they did… they were pretty quick about that the minute they saw it…” You said softly as you took a sip of the tea in your hands, not seeing the thoughtful look Todoroki was giving you.

“You don’t have frost-bite do you…?” Yaoyorozu quickly asked though but you shook your head, “No… it’s actually just frost-nip. I probably-.” You were going to explain more about your injuries but you and your friend’s kind of jumped the second you heard a door suddenly slam open.

“WHERE IS SHE?!”

That voice only belonged to one person, and you actually smiled a little bit despite the look of terror on Izuku’s face. He already knew that Bakugou was probably pissed that he wasn’t there when you had arrived back to UA and that everyone else knew that you were alive and well earlier than he did. And you yourself couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous, unsure what to suspect as you saw the pissed off blonde and his scared red-head friend marching in.

“What the fuck Deku?! (Y/N) shows up after all of the shit that she’s been through and you don’t even bother to tell me you bastard?!” He was definitely pissed about that, and it scared both you and Izuku. He was going to tell Bakugou of course, but after the hug you both shared he couldn’t help but look after you and make sure that you were okay by giving you food and a safe space for you to feel comfortable after the things you went through. He simply forgot…

“K-Kacchan?! I-I’m so sorry b-but…” He tried to explain himself but you held his hand to try and defend him. “It’s not his fault Katsuki…” You said calmly to the blonde, swallowing hard as soon you saw the blonde’s fierce expression slowly soften into a surprised one.

Furious red eyes meeting your nervous (E/C) eyes.

“Momo… hold my tea…” You whispered to your friend as she did what you said, and was quick about it since she was expecting her volatile classmate to react somehow. Except even she didn’t know if it would be a positive or negative one.

“(Y/N)…”

His oddly calm voice is what truly surprised you as your eyes widened slightly. “U-Uh-huh…” You nervously mumbled as you carefully stood up, and he saw the way you winced and your crutches, along with the bandage in your foot barely covered by your shoe. “H-Hi…” And you could only pick up your bandaged hand to wave at him with an anxious smile.

But Bakugou didn’t respond to your greeting, and somehow you could understand this as your smile turned tearful as he marched over to you and brought his arms around you in a strong, protective hug. Your breath hitched as you wrapped your arms around him, almost clinging to him as you let your tears fall as the blonde didn’t dare show his tears as his hold around you tightened.

It was silent for a moment as the two of you hugged, and you felt partially aware of all the stares your friends were giving you and the ones who were trying to be polite and avert their eyes. You blinked through your tears to see Shinsou, except he wasn’t looking at you and instead kept his eyes to the floor.

You wondered what he was thinking…

But after a while you and Bakugou finally pulled away as you could see him glaring at you, only there was no real anger in his gaze, not towards you at least. “Just what the fuck happened to you…?” He calmly asked you even though he wasn’t oblivious to your injuries or the lingering bruises and scratches on you at all, but he knew you weren’t skilled in combat. He wished he was there though, had it been him any fucker who dared to try and touch you would have been killed right on the spot.

It was a sudden question for you though, but you couldn’t break down in front of them. Although it was a very traumatic experience, you forced yourself to tell your story because deep down, you didn’t want the ordeal to dominate you.

“I had help… from Shinsou.” You said simply and pointed at Shinsou, who briefly glanced over at you with a distant look, he barely noticed Kaminari going over to him. “Hey man are you all right?! (L/N) mentioned you in that video!” He was arguably the only person in 1-A that Shinsou considered something of a friend, because even when the other 1-A students acknowledged his return here his responses were brief and he shied away from them.

“I’m fine.” He replied quickly and calmly, crossing his arms and looking away even as Kaminari kept trying to ask him some questions, “Oh man are those bruises…? What the hell did you guys go through…?” Kaminari was very concerned though when he saw the fading bruises, cuts and scratches that were on the taller teen but Shinsou remained distant and quiet.

“Kaminari…” You knew Shinsou wasn’t going to speak about it, so you would, “(Y/N)… y-you don’t have to…” Izuku knew what you were going to do, and he didn’t want you to feel pressured to as he had avoided asking you too many questions about what you and Shinsou had to endure.

“It’s okay Izuku…” You reassured him with a smile though, much to Bakugou’s annoyance as he snarled at the green-haired boy, still beyond pissed that you had to reunite with fucking Deku first but also mad at himself for JUST missing you and leaving right when you arrived back to school.

“You guys… have a right to know… we’re friends after all…” You began slowly, keeping your voice level as your still expression worried both Izuku and Bakugou. “I was just walking home, alone… the next thing I know I’m awake and the back of my head is hurting… then I saw all of these goons… only I wasn’t alone… Shinsou was there too… and like me he was just going home by himself… apparently they got him too by surprise…”

Shinsou held his tongue as you told your friends the entire story, and many of them looked horrified as their eyes were wide with shock and terror. They couldn’t imagine how it must have felt to be trapped in a place with nothing but extreme cold weather and in the mountains where rescue seemed almost impossible.

“You said he had an ice quirk…?” Todoroki suddenly asked when you mentioned Koru, his eyes slightly interested if somewhat shocked to know that there was someone with a quirk much like his. You let out a small gasp though, and looked over at Todoroki in slight alarm, earning a somewhat confused look from the dual-haired boy.

Still you gave him a nod, “Y-Yeah… it seemed like he did. His other goon could also create tornados and control wind patterns… like… Yoarashi almost…” You revealed to Todoroki, and that name along piqued his interest if somewhat annoyed him too. He almost didn’t see the dubious look on your face when you thought about Koru.

But you weren’t going to be distracted as you continued to tell the story, and your friends were still horrified to hear about the kind of torture those men put you through, and what kind of psycho Koru was and the misogynistic assholes that beat you and Shinsou. Many were even trembling when you told them about that disgusting Lothario, and you saw the fury burning in both Izuku and Bakugou’s eyes when you mentioned him.

“I can still feel his grubby hands on me…”

Shuddering you inhaled deeply and exhaled, smiling when you felt Yaoyorozu hold your hand from where you sat. This made you smile for a moment as she let you continue your story, but you got a bit more graphic about how Lothario was killed by Shinsou’s hands. Speaking of which, you got extra graphic when you described the injuries you had suffered and even showed them the hand to prove it.

Although you had to admit you had a LITTLE bit of fun telling them how you killed a man in cold blood, vividly describing how you bludgeoned his head with a ski-pole. You remembered the noises though, despite the fact that you were smiling, those sounds and screams that heard were going to haunt you in your dreams.

“I had to save Shinsou… I was pretty useless just letting him carry me around, so I attacked that man… again, and again, and again…” You said somewhat shakily, there was some horror in your eyes but thank God for Yaoyorozu as she squeezed your hand to comfort you. And it did…

You really missed the girl, you could tell Yaoyorozu anything because she was so smart and yet she understood your feelings very well.

But you didn’t dare tell her or them about your more intimate moments with Shinsou though, and barely mentioned how close the two of you had gotten throughout the whole thing because you respected his and your privacy, not wanting the nosier ones like Mina or Kaminari or even Kirishima to badger you with naughty questions.

And you ended the story by telling them of how the two of you were rescued right at the moment where the two of you thought you were going to die, only for Eraserhead, Present Mic and other pro-heroes to show up in the nick of time.

“I was terrified man… but when I saw Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Yamada…” Chuckling ruefully, a tear rolled down your cheek as you smiled, “It’s like… in that kind of crisis, whether you’re religious or not… the human in you, seeks out some kind of… wish for something… anything… a higher power… God… or a spirit… anything that could be out there… to just… bring you something that will help you… because there were many times that I felt like… maybe we wouldn’t make it out alive, and I was so scared… and angry… thinking that… something didn’t answer or hear my wishes… but at that moment… seeing Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Yamada… standing with us, telling us that we were safe… that was when I knew that… my wish came true… Hitoshi and I… were rescued… Of course I… was a little bit skeptical because… sometimes you never know how the mind will work, with all the chemistry the human brain can create… I almost thought I was just imagining things many times but… I let myself breathe, see Hitoshi safe in one piece… and then I saw all of you guys… and… I know I’ve said this already but… that let me know that I was truly rescued… that me and Hitoshi were going to keep living… that we had survived everything… despite the many horrors and adversities… we still came out of it alive… we are alive… and that we will hopefully stay alive for a long time…”

You concluded your story, ending on a rather hopeful and happy note as you smiled with tears streaming down your cheek, letting Yaoyorozu stand up to hug you. Warmly you wrapped your arms around her, and you felt Uraraka, Tsuyu and Ashido all join in.

“Oh (Y/N)… we’re so glad you’re back!”

“Ribbit… what a story… you’re very brave to have endured everything but I’m so happy that you’re alive…”

“No kidding!! Thank God you’re okay!”

The girls each hugged you as you couldn’t help but giggle and hug them all so tightly, “I’m not going anywhere you guys… if I can survive all of that… nothing will get rid of me… or Hitoshi…” You chuckled with a little grin as they all giggled with you.

“(Y/N) I didn’t get a chance to hug you! I’m sorry!” Once the girls pulled away you were suddenly picked up and hugged rather tightly by an emotional Kirishima, like Bakugou, he felt guilty that he didn’t get to see you right when you arrived and just wanted hug you and apologize for it.

“K-Kirishima…” Your eyes were wide with surprise but a smile immediately came to your face at such sweetness. Kirishima was just too cute and sweet for you to resist, “You really don’t have to apologize but… I do like the sugar.” You happily hugged him back, and tightly as he happily tightened his hug on you.

“Well it’s all for you! Come on everyone! Let’s all give (Y/N) a hug! She’s earned it!” The redhead suddenly called all of his classmates as you perked up a bit with a small ‘what?’ but you weren’t really going to say ‘no’ to that as you giggled a little bit. However, you let out a small shout of surprise when your more eager classmates like Mina, Kaminari, Hagakure and Sero immediately rushed over in a line to hug you.

You laughed a little bit when you received so many hugs, especially from the sweeter ones, and then there was Mineta… “Hey (L/N)… I’m sooooo glad that you survived…” He wanted to hug you, but this naturally kind of disgusted you so you just nervously smiled, “Ah… Mineta… I’m… glad I survived too.” You were going to pat him on the head, but because Bakugou didn’t trust the little twerp at all he stood behind you, snarling at the smaller boy and showing his teeth as Mineta shrieked and suddenly ran off in terror...

“Oh…” That confused you, but you just shrugged with a small sigh of relief since you didn’t necessarily hate the boy but he did repulse you.

“How the fuck did you survive a frozen lake…?” Bakugou’s voice and question startled you though, and you turned to see him looking at you intently as you couldn’t fight the heat rising on your cheeks. There’s no way you could tell Bakugou exactly how you managed to stave off the cold, especially since you did what you had to do for Shinsou…

But the thing was, you liked it…

You liked the fact that you were naked with Shinsou, and you liked being that close to him in the moment…

“H-Hitoshi and I… we found that place… it still had things… miraculously to help us survive… as soon as I pulled him out of the water, I was able to find us spare clothes and a lighter to warm us back up…” You calmly lied despite your blushing cheeks, which you feared that Bakugou could see and he did.

He let out a small growl at the thought, a tinge of envy beginning to flurry in his chest as he tried to not think too hard about what you and Shinsou most likely had to do to survive. He wanted to be pissed and kind of shout at the brainwasher, but at the same time, he knew that you couldn’t have survived all by yourself if not for Shinsou. So he couldn’t say anything against him, because he saved your life and Bakugou was reluctantly grateful for him for that.

“Good…” He could only mutter with a surly look, making you smile and nod, “Yeah… very good…”

And you didn’t see Bakugou’s eyes narrow when he saw you looking around for Shinsou, who was being spoken to by Izuku, except it didn’t look like Shinsou was really giving much of a conversation.

“I-I really can’t thank you enough for protecting (Y/N)-chan… S-She’s been mine and Kacchan’s friend since elementary school… thank you Shinsou… thank you… s-so much…” You could hear Izuku nearly choking on his words as he bowed before the somewhat nervous-looking Shinsou as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Don’t… it was just luck… that we were both kidnapped together… (Y/N)… is not weak. She can take care of herself just fine… I just gave her a hand.” Shinsou was very modest when talking to Izuku, and you couldn’t help but smile widely and blush.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit Hitoshi…” Your voice somewhat startled him as he glanced at you for a little bit, and then quickly he looked away. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you…” Blushing, you shyly admitted that but Shinsou still didn’t look at you.

“You would have survived on your own.” He replied fast and calmly as he propped himself away from the wall he was leaning against to leave, walking past you without a second glance and without so much as a ‘see you’.

“Hitoshi?”

This confused you though, but you had noticed that Shinsou was acting stranger than normal ever since the two of you were rescued by Aizawa and Yamada.

“Hey… Hitoshi?” You tried calling him again but Shinsou kept walking away with his back turned, refusing to look back at you as your eyebrows furrowed a little bit.

Why was he being so weird…?

You almost expected him to be happy like you were since the two of you survived all of the shit that you’ve been through. Yet you didn’t see a single smile or smirk from him the entire time you guys had arrived back here.

“What the hell’s his problem?” Bakugou didn’t care about Shinsou but even he knew that the insomniac weirdo was being extra weird. “D-Dunno…” You shook your head with a sad look on your face, but at least Izuku was there to be more comforting.

“He’s probably still in shock… after what you both had to endure.” He suggested thoughtfully, which did nothing to ease your concerns about your friend, but you still nodded. Thinking that maybe Izuku was right, maybe Shinsou was still in some kind of shock and probably anxious with everyone having crowded you.

And then you were both going to have to go back to school with your other classmates probably going to ask you questions. And then there was the press that Aizawa and the other teachers were going to have to put up with…

Your parents… Oh God what were your parents going to think…

You almost didn’t want to know, but there was something you had to tell Aizawa though. After being trapped with Shinsou and alone in a room with the psychotic leader Koru for a while you had picked up a few things about him. Although you were reluctant because of the things you knew, or at least theorized about Koru because you weren’t sure how some people might react.

But it had to be done, so you moved away from a bewildered Izuku and Bakugou as they watched you go over to no one other than Todoroki.

“T-Todoroki…”

He turned to look at you, surprise glinting in his grey and blue eyes. “Yes (L/N)? Is there something wrong?”

“I… have to tell you something…”

ONE DAY LATER

It wasn’t vigilante justice, that’s what you were telling yourself as you and Todoroki walked together, being guided by Aizawa, All-Might and Present Mic to find Koru in the cell he was given where they were going to make him answer some questions.

“Oh… so you couldn’t stay away could you my little Sy Fy…?”

Koru’s hands were bound and covered by guards to prevent him from using his quirk, a shock-collar around his neck as he glowered at you from behind the bars that contained him. Even with your crutches that he could clearly see, your (E/C) eyes were cold as you stared at him. Hatred and apathy was all that he could see from you, “Where’s your boyfriend…? You and little Misty got close after all…”

Even when imprisoned Koru tried to fuck with you as he showed you his teeth as he grinned. Disgusting and mocking as his laughter came out in rasps, but then he paused and gasped when he met the equally bitter eyes of Todoroki.

One eye was grey, ones that he recognized and the blue eye that struck awe in his twisted heart. “Shoto Todoroki…”

As he said his name, Todoroki was practically freezing with a rage that you hadn’t seen since the Sports Festival and you had to hold him back. “Todoroki don’t… we have to ask him some questions…” You said to calm the very angry boy as Aizawa shut off his quirk before he could freeze the room from fury alone.

“Very well then…”

Oddly enough, Todoroki wanted to shoot first and ask questions later, but he wouldn’t disobey your requests and he wanted to hear this guy say it. If what you had theorized was true.

“Ooh… what is this the match game? What is it Sy Fy? What is it you wanna ask Koru?”

“Don’t play games Koru. Just answer the questions.” All-Might wasn’t going to let this man mock you after everything he did to you and Shinsou, if he could he’d punish him with a few good punches and kicks but there was nothing he could do anymore. He’d have to leave that to Endeavor…

“Okey dokey~. Go on… ask me.” Koru smiled at you, his teeth still bared as he snickered a little bit. You were still fuming with indignant vexation but you weren’t going to let this man get to you.

“Don’t act so smug Koru… because now you’re the prisoner. Now you’re going to see what it’s like to be treated like an animal, starved and stripped of basic human rights and needs…” First you had to talk down to him, because he deserved all of it. You just wished that Shinsou was here to see it because he deserved to see Koru like this as much as you did. Especially since he got the worst of the physical abuse.

“I remember you mentioned Endeavor once…” You began, and you didn’t have to look to see Todoroki’s calm fury as his fists clenched, “You were so marveled by the atrocities he committed… and you said that you wanted to traffic people with strong quirks… and then sell them off like cattle to vile people who want hybrid children…”

Koru just snickered at what you were saying and he took full responsibility for all of that as he burst into laughter, “That’s right… I remember Endeavor… the first time I saw that man I was so enthralled…”

“So you’ve met him once… of course you have… because after all… it was your sister that he married wasn’t it…?”

Suddenly you asked him the question you’ve been waiting to ask for a long time as you heard All-Might and Present Mic both gasp in shock, Aizawa and Todoroki’s eyes slowly widening. Koru was aghast as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, a sickening smile stretching his lips.

“I wish I could clap… I really do… little Sy Fy is Nancy Drew…”

Your own eyes went wide when Koru confirmed what you had hypothesized. It all made sense though, his quirk, the fact that he wanted you to find Todoroki and how he knew about what Endeavor did to his children.

“Can I just say… it’s very nice to finally meet you nephew… how’s little Rei-Rei? Still in the nuthouse?”

Todoroki nearly marched over to the man but you and All-Might had to hold him back as he growled, “Don’t you dare say my mother’s name…”

Koru just laughed at this, “And here I thought you’d be happy to see me… guess not…” His smile faded into a scowl, “Shame… you have your father’s power and disposition but you have her weakness…” Todoroki wanted to punch him, but the adults weren’t going to let him.

“I can’t believe you… you were her brother… You were supposed to protect her, and you let her get married off to that prick!” You nearly exclaimed as Koru’s dull eyes narrowed as he suddenly screamed and went on a mad tirade.

“Her marriage to Endeavor was the only time her pathetic life had ANY meaning! And you both know that! Our family knows that! Mom tried to protect her… but Dad and I knew better… we both know she’d never amount to anything unless she found a strong, influential husband! That man gave her a name! Because of him, YOU were born! Because of him, my livelihood was made! I became a part of his legacy! And the world will be full of more powerful children!”

“I’m going to kill him…” Todoroki snarled quietly but Aizawa had to restrain him with his scarf as he stared at him with his glowing red eyes. “Stand down Todoroki…” He warned his student even as Todoroki glared at him with a mix of freezing, burning umbrage in his eyes.

“Shoto…” You gave your friend a calm, but concerned look as he stared over at you, breathing heavily and yet calming down slowly the more he focused on you. It wasn’t too long before the guilt came into him when he realized that this man, who was apparently his uncle, had put you and Shinsou through hell. Endeavor was a vile man all on his own, but now he had to live knowing that his uncle was just as vile and even hurt you…

“I’m sorry (L/N)…” He averted his eyes from you as Aizawa let him go when the boy calmed down. When he was freed you quickly comforted him with a hug. “It’s not your fault…” You reassured him with tears in your eyes, but glared at the amused Koru just sitting in his cell and smiling at you both.

“Isn’t that sweet…?” He sardonically asked, ready to mock the two of you even more but Aizawa and All-Might weren’t going to let him have the last laugh.

“It’s over Koru. All of your men are captured, and the other students and people you kidnapped are freed. None of your disgusting ideas are going to come to fruition, and tomorrow you will never see the light of day when you’re taken to Tartarus.” Aizawa coldly shut down the villain who’s smile slowly dropped.

Koru lowly growled at the underground hero, letting out a small chuckle. “At least I’ll be alive… typical of you heroes… too merciful…”

“That’s what separates us from the likes of you…” All-Might replied to the villain with a look of disgust.

“So don’t get too comfortable in there. It’s gonna get much worse.” Present Mic gave a small chuckle at the villain, but Koru only rolled his eyes.

“Blah, blah, blah…” He ignored them, and seemed to happily await living out the rest of his days in Tartarus as Present Mic then led you and Todoroki out of the place. “Come on now you two, what’s gonna happen next ain’t for your innocent eyes…” The blonde man said somewhat nervously because he knew that Aizawa and All-Might had more questions for the villain, James Bond style…

Present Mic was kind enough to give you a ride home though, which you couldn’t have been more grateful for as you were both sitting in a car with the pro-hero driving.

“I always knew that my father was a piece of trash but… I never thought that my uncle would be… that kind of villain…” Todoroki never recalled his mother mentioning having any siblings, and he was starting to understand why if Koru’s words about Rei implied anything about their relationship. And he clenched his fists angrily, but you comforted him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Todoroki… it’s okay… he might be your uncle, but it doesn’t mean you’re in anyway like him… just like Endeavor… you’re not like him, and you’re not like Koru either… he was just… a sick-minded individual who was inspired by your awful father’s methods…” You reassured him with a gentle voice, rubbing his shoulder a little bit as he sighed.

He still felt guilty, thinking that somehow it was his fault a little bit because he was born and it clearly marveled that man. “I suppose…”

“Please… don’t feel guilty… because that men will never EVER see another day… he’ll never know peace… Aizawa and All-Might are going to shut down everything he has planned… all of his hideouts are going to be exposed… and his sick, vile, despicable soul will disappear from the world… forever…” You even gave him a serene smile as the boy looked at you, somewhat uncertain because of how calm you were.

However, this seemed to bring him peace because he would be happy as long as that man does nothing to harm one of his friends ever again. “Hopefully… Tartarus shows no mercy to villains like him.” He said, and you just smiled and nodded in agreement.

And Todoroki smiled back at you, still glad to see that you were still alive even after everything you’ve been through. “See you in school (L/N). Make sure you recover. You and Shinsou.” Todoroki bowed to you when Present Mic stopped in front of his home’s gates.

“Bye bye Todoroki~. I will I promise! See you!”

Waving at him cheerfully even as you left, you kept looking at Todoroki’s little smile up until you couldn’t anymore. Leaving you with just Present Mic as he began driving you home. “Say (L/N)… there’s actually something I was hoping to discuss with you. Teacher to student…” The man suddenly requested and you perked up a little bit.

“Yes sir…?”

Present Mic was clearly impressed with everything that you had done, especially with your mystery-solving skills plus the way you managed to alert everyone at the school those days ago with your quirk. As he talked to you, you also made sure to mention how you survived the elements when he asked you about it and his grin only grew.

“Aren’t you a feisty one? A little tough cookie…”

“I guess you can say that… not so sure about a cookie though.” You chuckled a little bit at your little joke as the pro-hero laughed a little bit.

“Definitely tough… so… I kind of want to make you an offer (L/N)…” Present Mic paused for dramatic effect even as he stopped in front of your house. You waited for a comical 5 seconds before he started talking again.

“So you’re not exactly experienced with combat, but you certainly know how to fight back! I mean you bashed a man’s head in for God’s sake! It’s kinda scary but still! You fought back and that’s what matters! And see… I can give you personal lessons on self-defense and combat! Although, your quirk can let you communicate with others from a distance, which… is extremely useful especially in those kinds of crisis’s. I think maybe with some more in-depth training… you can make that quirk grow to make you even more effective in the field. And maybe you can even… oh I don’t know… try and land a spot in the Hero Course?” He kept on talking, raising a brow and smirking at you a little bit when he saw your jaw drop and your (E/C) eyes going as wide as saucers.

“W-What…?” You absolutely couldn’t believe it. Was Present Mic really offering to take you under his wing and get you out of the General Studies?

“You heard me! I think you can do it! See (Y/N)… the world needs more heroes like you. Just cuz your quirk isn’t all panache and showy doesn’t mean you can’t still be a very useful hero. Just like that boy Shinsou… I think you have what it takes to get in the Hero Course…”

You inhaled sharply, clenching your fists as you were practically bouncing in joy at the thought and you couldn’t help but let out a rather loud scream that made Present Mic, of all people, cringe at such volume as you squealed happily.

“OH MY GOD! Oh my God… M-Mr. Yamada… I… God I can’t even… begin to explain how amazing that would be…” Shaking your head and panting from exhileration you were still in disbelief and for a moment there you were sure that you were dreaming now. Except this felt way too real to be a dream, and you pinched yourself again just to make sure. “Ow…!”

This confused Present Mic but he just shrugged and heartily laughed, “Well congratulations kid! I’m gonna be fightin’ for ya… but this means you’re gonna train a little bit harder now okay? I’ll be calling and emailing you for when our lessons begin, and you bet that I’ll be your mentor for the next internship.” He reminded you and was preparing to give you his contact information so that way he could call you for a training session.

“Okay! You’ve got it sir! Wait…” However, you became a BIT more skeptical about something, “You’re not doing this just to compete with Mr. Aizawa are you…?” You gave him a bit of a look and he immediately laughed that off.

“NO! Of course not! Ahahahaha…” He snickered and shook his head with a nervous grin, “I mean… it’d be great if my student were to beat HIS student, but in all honesty… I really was impressed by how you survived such a hell (L/N)… I mean that Shinsou kid is great and all, but I see a lot of potential in you.”

Present Mic wasn’t lying to you and you could tell. Your smile grew as you tried to not tear up a little bit, but then you also giggled a little bit when you thought about what your teacher said about beating Aizawa’s student. As much as you loved Shinsou, beating him would be fun…

Shinsou…

That’s right…

You hadn’t stopped thinking about him, not ever since you were both rescued and he had become more distant with you. Hell, he didn’t even call or text you about anything.

“What are you thinking about~?” But Present Mic noticed that you seemed lost in your thoughts for a second there, “Or rather… WHO are you thinking about~?” His voice turned teasing as your cheeks instantly started to flush bright red.

“I-I’m not thinking about anyone!” You claimed somewhat loudly, scoffing and rolling your eyes but you just made the blonde man snicker. “Riiiiiiiight… well… I’ll let you go now… but remember, training is going to start real soon! Get ready to work your butt off! You’re my new protégé!” He enthusiastically said to you as you smiled and got out of the car.

“Y-Yes! Of course, thank you Mr. Yamada you won’t regret it! I’ll be ready I promise!” To get Shinsou off your mind, you focused more on that as you saw Present Mic wave at you.

“Try not to think too much about Shinsou okay~? You’ll get distracted if you do!” He then said one last thing just to mess with you as you shouted a little bit in embarrassment. “I-I’m not thinking about him!!” You shrieked a little bit but Present Mic already took off driving, leaving you to pout and blush even heavily as you went back inside your house.

Needless to say, your parents were beyond relieved that you were back home and safe and sound. Albeit they had felt extra protective now because of everything you had to endure, but with UA promising to double the supervision and security, their worries were only slightly put at ease.

You told them not to worry too much though, and that you would from now on, walk home with friends instead of alone. And that concluded with them giving you the biggest and tightest hug, until they let you go to your room…

Except you couldn’t really go to sleep that night, because you were too busy thinking about Shinsou. God, it felt weird without him and it almost made you tremble from a strange anxiety you hadn’t felt since the mountain…

And the mountains and the snow, they made you think about Koru. How you hated him so much. But you knew he wasn’t going to see another day, not after you used your quirk for a special purpose.

Meanwhile…

Koru sat alone in his cell in this blasted, puny little prison that was hardly comfortable, although he knew Tartarus was going to be worse he was just glad that he wasn’t going to be murdered and that maybe his followers in other parts of the world would still be active and performing his plans. He would be alive to hear all of his plans come to fruition…

Sighing, he closed his eyes to fall into an uncomfortable sleep.

At least… until he smelt something burning and he nearly jumped when he heard an explosion and other inmates screaming when debris went flying and knocked several of them out. Koru grunted and curled up to avoid the damage, but then he heard screams of the wardens and a few of the other prisoners. The suffocating smell of smoke filling his nostrils as he peered around his surroundings…

Flames as blue as the sky were burning so hot, he could feel the heat uncomfortably warming his skin and feeling like he just might melt. There were footsteps, and he made the mistake of looking upward to see eyes of frozen blue.

“Never thought I’d see you again…”

The voice was deep, and his face looked like death itself, skeletal with those stitches. Hair so black it blended with the darkness that was staved away by the glowing blue flames.

“Touya…?”

Koru knew about Endeavor’s other children, and he met them all once before Shoto was born. He was the only other child that impressed him and he remembered the boy before he was… this…

“A little birdie named (L/N) sent me…” An unsettling smile came to his stitched lips as he held up his hand, allowing blue flames to ignite from his palms. “Said you were mean to my little brother… and that the cold doesn’t bother you… I hope a little warmth doesn’t bother you either…”

His smile turned into a smirk as he made his way closer to the man with a devious glimmer in his eyes when he saw Koru’s eyes widening in horror. Because he knew that it was over, that he was going to die and at the hands of his nephew and the person he tormented…

As a burst of murderous flames roared, Koru let out agonizing, bloodcurdling screams as he could feel the azure blazes melting his skin to the bone as the fire slowly engulfed him into nothing but ash, flames and bone as he stared back up at his killer and nephew.

Unbeknownst to him, you were there watching. Not physically, but you were keeping an eye on Dabi and you stood right beside the taller man with a disturbingly tranquil expression, a small smile coming to your lips when you saw him burning until he took his last breath.

“Heh… never gets old to watch someone burn…” He said lowly, fully aware that you were there in his head as he smirked a little bit.

“You’re a tough little bitch aren’t you?” His tone was almost playful, and you could only roll your eyes. “Sometimes you have to be. Especially when someone you care about gets hurt…” You replied though, since you knew that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t hurt you.

Dabi only chuckled a little bit, as if he was impressed by your attitude, “I like your moxie… almost can’t wait to see it again someday…” He told you before he exited the ruined prison, disappearing into the night before the other pro-heroes could catch him and you could see him fade from your vision.

Your eyes opened as you lied on your bed, finding yourself back in your room and when you couldn’t sleep for a whole hour, you decided to watch a little bit of TV. But the burning prison immediately came on the news as the pro-heroes and the police had arrived on the scene as quickly as they could.

The people in the vicinity were horrified, and yet a dark smile came to your lips when you watched the prison burn to the ground. Koru was dead, and he deserved every painful second of it. He hurt you, tormented you and made you his prisoner, and he hurt Shinsou and made him a prisoner and he suffered because of him.

Prison was too good for him, and you were happy that he was dead.

He would never hurt you or anyone else again, and he wouldn’t ever hurt your dear Shinsou again.

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Fun meta asks for writers: 2, 4, 5, 6, 19, 20, because I’m a greedy bitch and not ashamed of it :D

@whether-morning-whether-night you may be a greedy bitch but I love you for it 💕💕💕

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

No matter what story I’m working on, I always find myself looking forward to certain scenes. For example, I always love when the main character starts to realize that their love interest might... actually... like them... too? Because it’s super fun to play with those intense moments of omg!!omg!!omg!! mixed with that painfully uncertain doubt. I also love any time a character’s walls get to be down with someone they care about (love interest or otherwise) because I love the tender feelings that come out when our guards are down.

For more concrete answers tho, here’s what I’m currently most looking forward to in my 3 current works in progress:

Monsters & Mystics: Amethyst is currently very nervous over how/if things will be able to go back to the way they were before she turned venomous, and I have a scene in mind where Edward does something quite small but it just screams “I want you in my life & I’ll stay by your side no matter what as long as that’s what you want” and it makes Am feel overwhelmingly loved and emotional and asdfghjkl;asdfghj *flailing arms* Yes.

A Devereux Never Forgets: At this point, I just wanna get the second chapter DONE. But I'm most excited for things that won’t happen until a bit later, like Audrey "holding on” to something important that belongs to Harry, hiding an animal in her dorm room, the Malfoys vacationing in/near her hometown during the summer... Just lots of stuff that I have actually get to.

An Affinity with Fire: The great thing about this wip is that it time jumps every chapter, so I can literally write and post whatever I want whenever I want. But I do still want some build-up to certain things (cuz then otherwise there’s no payoff and what's the point?) like certain traumas Elia has experienced, explosions between her and Cullen in the past, them working through it (and failing but trying again), and them being genuine about their feelings. idk the whole thing is just so cute (and painful) to me 🥰

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Oh gosh... uhhhh... I can’t think of anything off the top of my head. uhhhhh... I was working on An Affinity with Fire last so let me post something from there:

Her fingers trembled as she laced her boots. When was the last time a vision had left her so frightened? Was it the first time she dreamt of the Archdemon flying overhead? The bloodshed at Kinloch Hold? The coming of the war?

All of them shook her to her very core. And yet this one was worse. Far, far worse.

Ash and blood covering the scorched earth. A devoured sky. Millions of deaths across the world playing out in a single instant; each dying scream colliding into one thundering cry. The world in red, bloody chaos. The Fade itself torn asunder. A sea of demons kneeling before a tall, misshapen creature; a dark god, a king of evils, a monster of impossible power.

She shuddered. “One thing at a time,” she told herself. “One foot, then the other.”

Johanna’s advice from all those years ago came back to her. “There’s no sense tripping over your trousers to get to the future on time,” she’d said with a grin.

Elia smiled at the memory until a knock came at the door.

I feel like most of my writing is very... not mundane necessarily but really just focused on capturing what’s happening in the moment. So it’s not very... full of imagery, I guess? but this^ feels very illustrative and I like that.

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

This is really hard to answer for me because I always start out a character by giving them a piece of myself so that I can identify with them, and then let grow on their own from there.

So like in M&M, I gave Chris my preteen anger issues, I gave Cypress my desire to have a “normal” life, I gave Dale my childishness & heart on my sleeve, and I gave Amethyst my overthinking & (unintentionally) my depression. But the characters have become their own people now, so even the traits that I share with them are different. My depression and Am’s depression manifest differently, Chris uses her anger while mine just consumed me, etc. etc.

But if you really forced me to pick, it might be... idk maybe Amethyst? Or that might just be because I write from her perspective anyway so I’m already used to wearing her shoes? idk. Honestly it changes every time I think about it haha

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Dale tends to be a lot of fun because he’s always willing to go that extra mile (because he knows he can get away with it). He’s a total dork and just so fun in general. I love getting to be a little wild with him.

I’m also really enjoying writing Elia in AAwF because she is a fascinating character no matter where I’m at in her story: as a child she’s completely out of her element, as a teen she’s a piss poor mage who's always just barely able to skirt by, trauma for d a y s in her late teens/early 20s, forced to deal with boys/men she once loved but hurt her in different ways, falls back in love with one while Thedas is literally on the verge of collapse. Just fun times all around, really.

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favorite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

My characters are always sighing, nodding/shaking their heads, or rolling their eyes 😂 I always have to comb through my rough drafts and ask myself, “Okay, they literally did this TWO SECONDS AGO and THREE TIMES in the last page. How can I change these up but still show what they’re feeling?”

I also think I focus on eyes a lot but I’m a fanfiction writer so what do you expect? at least I generally stick to one shade

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Oh gosh... I know I have a lot of things I could talk about but I’m drawing a blank... uhhhh...

One thing in M&M that I really like is that readers get to learn as it goes along. I sometimes sprinkle in real-world Wiccan/witchcraft practice stuff into what’s going on and that helps me sort of... ground this supernatural world, in a way? Like it gives me limits and guides with the non-Essence witches and that’s very helpful.

I might go off a little more on some of these answers at some point but right now I’m very hungry and need to get out of bed ahah 😅

Thanks for asking me stuff!!!💕💕💕

#ask #answered #writer #writing #wip #writing meta

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secretchipmunk · 5 years ago

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PSA, absolute garbage rant

Literally this is like a 10 minute post just about bull, that I'm frustrated about and I'm tired so it doesn't even make sense but I had to put words onto my frustration.

I live in a like...8×3 ish room. So my bed goes wall to wall on the smaller side and takes up 90% of my room. It's not even a 'room'its essentially a cubby. I share a room with my grandma and they put shelving units between us for some semblance of privacy. My doors will close but hers stay open so my aunt can see when she needs help. Problem with that? I literally havent been able to have a private conversation in my room for...2 years? Had to call a gynecologist to get an IUD? Aunt overheard. (ABSOLUTE TMI) trying to have a intimate moment with Hamish. Basically just cant, I rarely even try unless everyone's asleep or away. (TMI OVER). Crying because I'm overwhelmed, stressed, something happened, people will overhear and ask me about it later. Singing? Aunt tells me to be quiet even though I'm singing quieter than my grandma's westers that she watches almost 24/7. She cant turn her light off cuz of bathroom reasons, so I havent been able to sleep in the dark for the last 2 years other than when I was with Hamish and the week i got to sleep in my parents room when they were gone. Speaking of bathrooms my grandmother uses a kamode cuz she's not really mobile. Which means so goes in our room....for the last 2 years... I frequently have to leave for bits of time or it wakes me up cuz...yeah. I moved into my aunts house being told it was temporary, a month or so at most. Then it became financially hard to move for us...then my aunt lost her job and my mom felt to bad to move cuz she'd loose her house. Then my cousin got into and accident and came go live with us. Then my grandpa passed away so my aunt became her caretaker and my mom felt tripley bad. I cant move out by myself because a 1 bedroom in this area is about 1500-2000 a month. A 2 bed room is like 1500-2500 a month. My best friend I was supposed to move in with got another great offer and she moved in with them. I have 2 other friends that I could move in with but a 3 bedroom is 2500-3000 and they have animals and one of them is frequently in and out of jobs. So it's not feasible for me to move out in this area.

Anyways, my mother won quite a bit of money and she bought a trailer. Which I'm happy for her it was a life goal for her. The problem is, that leaves an open room. I'd already talked to my aunt and she was going to take down her bed frame in there so I could put mine in, and I'd have my parents room. But before my cousin moved out years ago that was his room. And hes currently complaining that his 14×12 room is way to small for him and his stuff and he wants his room back....so my aunt gave it to him even though I already talked to her about it...which I'm still grateful I even will have a room with a closed door I'm just very frustrated...because my aunt wants to 'deep clean that room because of our nasty dogs we had'. Which that pissed me off because literally less than a month ago I had to make a call to put my last dog down because he went into extreme diabetic shock while my parents were on vacation and it was pretty traumatizing for me. And all 3 of my dogs have been put down in the last 2 years... so it was extremely insenstive( which is just my aunt in a nutshell). But that means itll be about 2 weeks till my cousin moves into my parents room and at least another 2 weeks to clean his room/ however long it takes her to decide she wants to do it cuz if it ever involves me they just kinda avoid it. When I used to be in my cousin's right now room. I had about 7×4 room because it was their storage room and they didnt actuall move anything out until they decided they wanted the shelving for their "hobby room" and then 2 weeks later or so my cousin got into an accident and moved into my grandma's room and then my grandpa died and I had to move into my grandma's room to share it with her.

It's literally like 1 am and I'm just so. Fucking. Frustrated. My uncle said I shouldn't even get a room because I'd leave it less than I leave mine already and at least they can look over the wall to see if I'm alive....I literally cant even sleep in light cloths for fear a tiddie will fall out and someone will decide at 5 or 6 am to open my door and look in or look over the wall at me...which has happened....a lot. I just. I wish I had like a go pro of my life to put some of the clips in from my life of my cousin being soooooo pissed off that toothpaste got onto the counter from my dad, or someone moved his bread to get to another bread, or I left one hair in the shower on accident, or his girlfriend broke up with him...again. cuz hes a massive fucking narcissistic prick with intense anger problems. That he literally goes around the house screaming about everything and taking it out on anyone he sees and opening doors to slam them that most days hes home. I'm literally afraid to leave my room. Or have dinner with him cuz I'm afraid to talk cuz he'll tell at me.

I really...just cant wait to move...I have to take a another fall quarter at my college which means I'll have to wait till at least january after i get married to move...assuming Hamish gets a good enough job for me to be able to. But honestly I've been thinking about just living in a car when I get my license. Buying a cheap ass car and living in it cuz...I cant...

I used to have quite a lot of anxiety attacks...like...almost every other night but they relatively went away before I moved here after dating Hamish, maybe once a month every other month I'd have one here. And now they've mostly stopped. But every. Single. One. Of my anxiety attacks I still have, are all caused by my family. Work and school stresses me out but I can handle that shit. It's literally just my family and the constant lack of privacy, thought about my feelings, jibbing me about the way I eat the way I look or the way I talk. Literally I'm pretty sure the only reason I still have body issues is because of them. I'll have an amazing week of loving myself and then my aunt will tell me I look stupid in my super cute crop top, or I look like I'm putting myself out there or I look like I gained weight. My step dad gives me anxiety sometimes too but that's for different reasons. My parents are pretty much exempt when I say "family problems" obviously we have our problems but it's never major or anything, just annoyances.

I gave one of my cousins one of my trumpets cuz he really wants to do band and his mom has 5 kids and cant afford one so I let him use it for now and he gave me a hug and everything, I didnt get a thank you, appreciation or anything. It was indifference to me even being there showing him how to take care of it and start to learn how to make noise with it. She was actually pretty annoyed when I said he'd need slide grease and oil for the keys.

Anyways, this has been my diary post of things I feel bad talking to people about cuz first world problems but they're still vivid feelings to me.

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jungle321jungle · 6 years ago

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Book Rants: The Storm Runner by J.C. Cervantes

Page 304 out of 426.

That’s the page I’m on as I’m writing this because I lowkey can’t stand it anymore.

What I can’t stand is The Storm Runner, by J.C. Cervantes.

I’m not gonna touch on all the representation and all of that or anything. Simply because well, I need to rant. So, if you’re looking for a spoiler free review I’ll make it short for ya: Zane exists. He has a dog. He meets a girl. He’s told not to do the thing. He does the thing. Evil dude is released. Goes on a mission to put evil dude back with girl and uncle. And uh I haven’t finished the book so I can’t say more than that right now. Anyway to the rant!

Warning this rant will be a certified mess. I’m just writing whatever comes to mind.

The first thing which pissed me off about this book, is Zane himself. Like this kid- God. So Zane is your main character and he has a limp, and he’s a godborn, and he kinda likes the girl. And he’s trying to undo everything he did.

That’s legit all I can say about his character rn that’s not negative.

So Zane, Zane, Zane’s inner voice. The monologue of the story. Is just so bad. Here’s so examples of actual lines from this book from the most recent section I read.

"It was party city!"

"If only they knew I was godborn, too. And not just related to any god, but Hurakan, the creator and destroyer!"

Like cringe? I don’t know what else I can say besides the word cringe.

Like I have seen reviews where people says Zane’s voice is Percy-esque. And what annoys me is that’s true. But only a small percent of the time. It flips between lines I just read, to bland, to boring and then you get a full on sarcastic thing and it just seems badly timed and out of place for Zane. There’s one I just read but I’m not gonna torture myself with trying to find it.

Another thing which annoyed me about Zane is how forgettable he is? Like he’s the main character that shouldn’t be possible. But like when reading this there was about a three month gap in between me putting the book down and picking it back up a few days ago. And while reading a few days ago I could remember what had happened in the last chapter but I couldn’t remember Zane’s name.

So I text my friends as I read to vent. And I literally sent: “wow i read like four chapters and i didn't realize until now when it was mentioned that i forgot mcs name”

I shouldn’t be able to forget his name.

So another thing which annoys me about Zane are his decisions and how it moves the plot. But before we even touch the plot let me touch on the other characters.

First off Brooks.

She’s the mysterious girl who’s there to help, the living expert on Maya everything. And a girl so full of secrets and depression she belongs back in 2003.

Oh and she can turn into a hawk... until she can’t.

Next up we got Hondo.

Hondo is my fav of the three. He’s Zane’s uncle and he’s there for the wild ride just because. Like I’m sure there’s a logical reason? I think it was just cause they needed someone with a car? I can’t remember it was three months ago. Actually it could be longer, cause before that last time I had set the book down for a long time too. Anyway he has the best personality. And I would pay to see him be the main character instead.

So while my favorite of the three is Hondo, my favorite character is actually Ah-Puch. Mr. Evil Dude himself. He’s more interesting than the other three combined, and I just read when broke into the Twins’ lair and all that jazz and I got so happy. To be honest I much rather watch him destroy the world than anything else.

Of course my happiness was immediately undermined as it always is with this book, but I’ll say more about that in a sec.

So the plot... Oh the plot.

I will say the plot on the whole is brutally fine. The gist is that Zane is the prophecy kid (cause we’re in the realm of Riordan) and he's supposed to be the one to free Ah-Puch and he does, because he wants his dog brought back to life. I’m not gonna go into people and love for dogs and all, but I just think a smidge more thought could be put into things? Like theres another point where the seer old lady Ms. Cab tells Zane to stay home ‘cause his house is the only place with special protective wards. And like I didn't expect him to stay there, since the story needs to happen, but it seemed like he didn’t even try to make an effort to stay in the house? It was just like welp, there’s danger and murderous creatures, but nah I need to go talk to my mom.

Like just think a tiny bit more, just a little. Please.

When Ah-Puch shows up at the twins (I’m gonna keep mentioning this part cuz it's what I just read) he was super badass and him and Muwan was super cool. Watching the Twins shake in their boots was a bit satisfying especially because something unexpected was happening. But during that Ah-Puch goes on and on talking about how the Twins are liars and this and that, but like Zane believes every word. He doesn’t even doubt the validity for half a second. This man- this super evil man who wants to destroy everything. Like look Zane may be thirteen but there's gullible and then there's ridiculous.

(Semi off topic: during this scene Brooks just kinda vanishes. She says they need to run then kinda just sits there next to half dead Hondo watching until it's time to remind Zane to run again via telepathy- oh yeah she has telepathy)

Now switching gears to my previous comment about undermining my happiness. It seems like everything I enjoy is immediately shot in the face not much later.

When Zane is doing a coin toss with the Twins, he picks the death side of the coin and the way its written and the fact that the chapter ends with this. It sounds so profound- so powerful.

Then on the next page we learn it’s a mind game the the coin is weighted so he picked the wrong side. Yes, I understand that the Twins always win and whatever and this shows that. But it felt like such a quick switch in tone, in Zane it completely dashed all happiness I just had on the page before. Ah-Puch showing up during deadly basketball is the same thing. I loved reading him swooping in and the glass shattering violently over the crowd, and I thought it wa so cool how he had done that. The Twins thought they were untouchable but then here comes Mr. Evil Dude to destroy it all. It was perfect.

Then you learn he just followed the tracking device he put on Zane.

I will admit I had forgotten about the tattoo deal thing- given my few month break- but had I read this book consistently it wouldn’t have been a surprise whatsoever. It’s super expected. Also I thought it would show just how powerful Ah-Puch is. Even not at full strength,and freshly back in the world he tracked them down and was ready to give them a slow painful death.

LOL NOPE HE FOLLOWED THE LEASH HE PUT ON ZANE.

I hope you can just feel how much I am groaning and sighing right now.

So after that Jazz shows up to save the gang and you’re like cool cool good timing whatever. I’m glad he agreed to come, but then he admits he put cameras in their clothes insert more sighs. So this guy was just watching them agree to play deadly basketball and meet Mr. Evil Ah-Puch and did nothing until the dangerous people were gone? They could’ve used some help sooner Jazz. A lot sooner.

Well, I think I got the rant mostly out of my system purely because I haven’t read the last 100 or so pages, but if you’re probably wondering why I read this book if I can’t get through without getting annoyed.

Honestly I think the whole reasoning is the fact that my boss gave it to me. She was the one who told me about Riordan Presents and gave me the book as a gift. So I think I just feel sort of pushed to finish it (and read the next one she gave me)? Regardless of if that's the reason or not that I keep reading, for some reason I am still pulled into this book?

I am driven insane by it- and yet I still read it, and I might even read the sequel ‘cause I am trash. But I think this factor is what annoys me the most overall.

I want to like this book and I want to hate it. But I can’t do either. It's the definition of a love hate relationship. And I don't think I’ll ever get out of it.

Idk if I’ll post something about the end of the book yet, it depends on how much I want to pull my hair out

Someone please kill me before I finish this thing

#book review #book rant #the storm runner #rick riordan #riordanverse #read riordan #pleaseicantbetheonlyonewhoisannoyedbythisbook #stopthepositivereviews #saveme #help #mystuff #thingsssssssssss

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elejah-verse · 6 years ago

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Cuz I love you/1

Fanfiction

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

Kol Mikaelson x reader, Bamon and others

a/n:I know I got so many stories going, but - ahm- here is something light - I hope you like it.

Casual Elijah- in the role of a paramedic.

This is a TVD/TO all human story.

Taking place in New Orleans.

Thanks so much for reading. This one will be posted daily, cuz it's kinda all done. 😀😁😜😘💞

Tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @cassiopheias @elejahforever @captainshurley @goddessofthunder112 @hides2000

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It's an AU story. The Originals and TVD- human!

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French Quarter, New Orleans

Elena Gilbert walked out of the clinic. Her phone rang and she answered it.

"Where are you? I got Bonnie's birthday present. Meet you at the bar in an hour?"- Y/N asked.

"I had an errand to run. I am on my way."- Elena said.

"Ok. I got to tell you something."- Y/N continued-"I have invited Kol and his brother to come to the party."

"Wasn't it just supposed to be us three?"- Elena asked.

"I spoke to Bonnie and she said that she had already invited a friend from work and her boyfriend, so- the more the merrier, right? You might like the guy."

"Oh, please, you are not playing match.com again?!"- Elena was not very pleased.

"No. I just invited him. Kol had already had lunch with him and when I arrived we had drinks and he is really nice, and I thought, well maybe you would like him."

"I am really not interested."- Elena said-"I am ok the way I am. I don't need a man to be happy."

Y/N puffed away rolling her eyes on the other line and with a little all right, she said that she will see her friend at the designated bar in a little while. Both women hung up. Elena got into her car and drove away. She had to swing by the Mystic Star, the boutique hotel in the French Quarter she and her friends were running. She needed to change before she went to the party.

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In Audobon, New Orleans

Kol's house

"Are you ready?"- Kol asked his brother as took the key of his car.

"I am not going. You have fun."- Elijah replied.

"You are going to stay here and mope around all evening? Hey, this is not you. Come on. Hayley played us both. Just forget it. Done and dusted. Look at me. I got myself a woman, and she is great."

"I don't know how you could just go over everything, forgiving me, and - I thought I would have a family with her."- Elijah said.

"We were two fools, and now- we will just look forward. I really don't know why we were fighting over her in the first place."- Kol said-"Come on, it's only a drink. Oh, I forgot to tell you that Camille called. She was trying to get in touch with you and I told her that you threw your phone in the Mississippi the other day."

"Yeah."- Elijah said-"I met her accidentally after I left you, forgot to tell you."

"She was always swooning over you."- Kol said-"did she finally ask you out?"

"It was nothing like that. She wanted to know if I would donate my sperm to the fertility bank."

"And?"

" What do you mean - and? I told her to destroy it. What is the matter with you? Why would I give it to the bank. And then wonder if there is a child of mine somewhere in the world"- Elijah said-"I want the - traditional way. Fall in love, get married and then start a family. I am like that. Can't help it."

"The way you are so ragged looking, no one would ever think you want the whole traditional package"- Klaus said-"are you coming or not? This is the last call."

Elijah didn't know what he wanted really, and making a whatever face and followed his brothers out.

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At Rousseau's

Bonnie gave her friends a group hug as they presented her with her birthday present. It was a wishing ball gratitude globe. It was a very unique gift, and Bonnie was so happy as Y/N now said.

"Even though it is your wish ball to put your dreams and thanks in, but we have also written something to you and put it in, but you can read it later."- Y/N explained.

"Oh, thank you, you guys."- Bonnie was gushing-"this is like the weirdest gift ever!"

"It is your 30th and we kind of thought we have to do something remarkable."- Elena added.

"This is what we will do then. We will all right today what we wish for- you both, too. And then we will read it when we are 40."- Bonnie said.

"OMG! Like some sort of time-capsule thing. I love it- yes, let's do it."- Y/N found it great.

"Ok"- Bonnie said-"but before that. Champagne!"

The owner Marcel now brought the bottle of champagne over to them.

"This is now for the three of us."- Bonnie said-"I just want to say- well- easy- to US. To my best friends and since we are doing loads of wishing- I am wishing - may we get the guys of our dreams! Why not- we already have jobs of our dreams- so - "

Both Elena and Y/N agreed and raising their glasses together with their friend Bonnie, they cheered a little and took a sip.

Kol and Elijah walked through the doors in the bar and Y/N went straight up to her boyfriend greeting him with a small shared kiss on the lips. All of them then went up to Bonnie, with the birthday wishes, and Y/N finally introduced everyone to the Mikaelson brothers.

"Hello"- Elijah said as he sort of shook hands with Elena. Klaus also mumbled something, but was whisked away by Marcel as he wanted to talk about some business.

Soon Kai Parker arrived with his sister Jo. Kai was Bonnie's boyfriend of two years. After, they all shared a drink of champagne, Sophie Deveraux, who was working at the hotel as the chef arrived with a small symbolic cake, the real party began.

Bourbon was now flowing, as well as more champagne. The place was in full swing, jazz music was playing. They all worked hard, but they all partied hard as well.

Well, except for Elena and Elijah. She was hanging at the corner of the bar and he sipped his beer not far from her. At one moment as she put her phone down after dealing with something urgent at the hotel, huffing a bit. Elijah looked at her direction and said-

"Hi. Can't get away from work?"

"Not when you are in Hotel business"- Elena said.

"Yeah, Kol mentioned you three bought a run down house and transformed it into a Hotel. Brave."- Elijah said.

"Determined. We came to New Orleans for a vacation, fell in love with and wanted to stay."- Elena said.

"Simple as that?!"- Elijah remarked.

"Simple as that!"- Elena said.

"You really know what you want out of life"-

"Pretty much"- Elena replied-"don't you?"

"I had an idea, but now- not anymore. I am in between jobs. In between life actually."- Elijah replied.

"Wow. What happened?"- Elena asked.

'A lot of things. Don't really want to talk about it. It's not worth it."

"Sometimes it is really great to kick the past to the curb and start fresh, we have done it and it's been great ever since"

Elijah smiled a little now.

"What is funny?"- Elena wanted ti know.

"Nothing. My brother said that this party would improve my mood."

"Really?"- Elena smiled back at Elijah raising her eyebrow.

"Really!"- Elijah said-"Want another drink?"

"Yeah, fruit cocktail."

"Fruit cocktail?"- Elijah was a little bit surprised.

"Someone has to work in the morning"- Elena said.

"Are you like this on your own birthday?"

"Almost"- Elena replied.

"A thoroughly good girl, right?"

"I had my share of bad, but I try to be as best as I can be"- Elena replied-"and you are a good boy turned bad?"

"Let's say that I am goung through a phase"

"I can relate to that"- Elena said.

"Hey, you two- I see you are having fun. I knew you would hit it. I told Kol we should create a semi- blind date for Elena and Elijah. She has not had a proper date since- forever. And Elijah just broke off his engagement, oh- I shouldn't - sorry"- Cariline said.

Y/N now burst between them. apologizing for her friend.

"She is drunk"- Elena said looking Elijah, who was pissed off as tge blonde mentioned his break up.

Elena now waved at Bonnie to come get Caroline.

As Klaus actually whisked his girlfriend away, Elena apologized for her friend.

"She is not really insesitive like that."

"It's ok. As you said - she is drunk."-Elijah played it down now-"it's true. It's kind of the other way around. We- my ex and I called it off."

"It's tough, I know."- Elijah said.

"Well- she- my ex- realized that. It's complicated."

"Ok, you don't have to tell me"- Elena said.

"I don't know why, but it feels like I can tell you anything"

"Yeah?"- Elena was flattered.

"Yeah."

"Ok-"

"Can we go out - for a walk, maybe? It's stifling here a bit"- Elijah suggested.

"Sure."- Elena took her bag and they both walked out taking the direction to the sea, Elijah now telling her about him, his ex Hayley and her boyfriend Tyler.

"He was in Afghanistan, and he went missing. Later he was pronounced dead as they found a burnt corpse, and, to cut it short, after five years he appeared. He was imprisoned. Anyway, he returned and- well, I saw them talking and the way they looked at one another. It was like they were in another planet at that moment. But not only that- it's what she said to him-"

"What did she say?"-Elena asked.

They sat down on a bench now.

Elijah sighed a little bit and then continued-"She said that whenever she was feeling bad or sad or things were difficult, she thought of him and it was kind of her happy place. She was in love with him, she never stopped. They got married a week ago."

"Oh-"- Elena let out- and then turned to him and completely unexpectedly simply kissed him.

#elijah mikaelson #elena gilbert #alternative universe #kol mikaelson x reader #bonnie bennett #fanfiction crossover #tvd fanfiction #fanfiction

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samthenifty · 6 years ago

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Welp, time to get personal I guess. Story time peeps. If you care to read for a few.

So I'm currently in the process of switching jobs. From a minimum wage crew position at good ol McD's, to a starting pay of 13/hour as a interior cleaner of new homes being constructed. Also, bonus its a switch from the dreaded graveyard shift to a lovely regular week day 8 to 4 shift. All with the awesomeness of getting to work with my girlfriend again cuz they hired her too! So I've been stoked!

Although there is a lot of good change in my life, its been stressful. I am awful at handling change. Always have probably always will to some degree. I was also sad to be leaving my team. Almost all of which I thoroughly enjoyed being around. Sure I could try to stay in touch afterwards, but other than an added mutual at this sight to spam with memes. I knew I'd be losing touch with all of them. The allies we have in the hellscape of these sorts of jobs, they are valuable and treasured. Take away the warfront though, and we'd have no real reason to stick together.

I'd only been at this latest Mc'Ds for a couple months, but I'd managed to gather a few amazing memories already. I'll treasure those, along with a couple harsh lessons its brought my way.

One of these lessons, is why I'm writing this post. The lesson that, even with all the growth I've had in recent years, I have a lot to learn about reading people still.

A small bit of backstory for you guys. I have a couple of mental illnesses (no surprise, this is tumblr after all) including generalized anxiety disorder, depression and aspergers tendencies. This last one, for how it affects me at least, essentially hinders my ability to read people. Social cue readings going arrie when I try to absorb them. A very common example being my problem with thinking someone is mad/negative when they probably weren't trying to. Combine that mess with my anxiety, and it becomes very hard to be around people I have had altercations with in the past.

A couple days ago I started the first day of my two weeks after giving McD's my notice. I went in ready to go. Ready to be a part of the team and make the most out of my remaining time. When a little ways into my shift an altercation began. One I have not fully recovered from.

For the sake of anonymity we'll refer to her as M, she is a overnight manager. I had known her as a customer, she was a favorite of mine and my girlfriend's back when she was a crew member. Then one day I came back to the store on a snack run, and I found out she was a manager. Shortly after I applied and started working overnights.

I had been so enamored with her customer service persona that I was so sure I would enjoy working with her. For some parts I was right. She was complicated, mildly selfish and sharp tongued, but I didn't dislike her. At least not at first.

Over the short time I've been working here, I slower started to see through my old view of M. Who I tried my best to continue liking, but it didn't last. One reason being that we had several situations where I would try to say/suggest something helpful, and she'd talk me back into a corner, refusing to give up the last word. I always bit my tongue and tried to brush it off. It wasn't a big deal right? She's the boss after all, so what does it matter what I think right? Fucking wrong.

So when this particular situation arose yet again, I finally lost my patience. Here's what happened okay?

I was running orders for front counter, the guy on register being a new guy. A new guy who had mentioned to me that he hoped he would get assigned the sauces later. He liked that job he told me. So a little while later, after the rush had lulled, I went to ask M if she would be okay with me having the new guy take the sauces along with the three boxes of sauce we no longer needed up front. I was going to continue to say "and I'll watch front counter since I can run for myself", cuz I figured I was probably the more experienced between us. I didn't get a chance to say that part though, because she cut me off and said "why can't you?" I don't remember the next couple of remarks, but the exchange ended in me grabbing up the sauce boxes, informing her that it was just an idea, I don't need to hear all the freaking sass all the time.

By the time I had gotten the boxes back to the shelves, I was starting to fall apart. Whether she meant to or not, M had triggered an anxiety attack. I motioned for a coworker of mine, my mcmutual I mentioned earlier. I told her what had happened as best I could through my choked throat. Tears escaping despite my best efforts to hold my composure. She talked me down, bless her soul. I managed to make it to my ten minute break shortly after. I opened this meme machine website and a doggo cheered me up. I was shaky but stable. Then M came in, sat across from me in the tiny crew room. And tried to confront the situation. Which would have been fine. If she had handled it better. But this is M we're talking about, so of course it wasn't.

She opened up the conversation well, telling me she can't empathize/sympathize if she didn't know whats wrong. That she didn't understand why I, one of her usually best team players under any circumstances (actually a really nice compliment), was trying to push off work onto someone else. I tried my best to explain, she cut my off and told me that new guy was almost off when I asked. Something she could have told me, but didn't. I told her. (Note that he had ended up filling the sauces anyways, so all of this was for nothing in the long run.) She kept running the conversation in circles, making the whole thing about her really, and I gave up eventually. "You clearly just don't understand." I told her. I had given up on trying to explain, I just wanted to talking to end and to move on with the night. Then, she had the gall to get angry with me. She gets offended, gathers her things, and says something along the lines of "fine, you want to sit in here and pout. Whatever, you're leaving in two weeks anyways."

I was, livid. Less than a second following her last words, I boiled over. Taking my phone, which had been under my hand through out the conversation, and slammed it against the table. Fracturing my screen protector (and what I thought was my screen at the time), pissing me off worse, but not as much as the rest of the altercation had. Fine then I'm leaving I yelled after her. I grabbed my stuff, said sorry to the three ladies I was abandoning in night crew, and I sat outside next to their dumb drive through, waiting for my mom to pick me up.

I talked to the general manager in the morning, and I told him what happened, in an abbreviated fashion of course. I told him that I wanted to be there for my time still, but I didn't feel comfortable with working with M. He understood, and asked if I could work 9 to 1 am (half my original shift) so I could be off at the same time as L (another manager lady). I agreed, and he said I didn't have to work Friday and I told him I'd happily come in on Saturday and Sunday still. (I had been under the impression that M wasn't working those nights, but more on that later.)

So yesterday (friday) I go in, and as per usual I'm dropped off almost an hour early due to my girlfriend also being on a McD's night crew in a different city as a manager. I usually would chill in the crew room, but I hunkered down out in lobby instead, hoping to avoid any further conflict. A minute before I'm supposed to clock in I went back to put my coat and bag away. I put on my headband, turned around to leave the tiny crew room, and there she was. M blocking the doorway. Preventing me from starting the workday in peace.

She started with an apology. Which was good and seemed earnest. I was tired of being emotional though, and I knew talking further would trigger my anxiety. So I said, "okay, but I don't want to talk about it."

That's it, that should have been the end of it.

Friends.

It wasn't.

She turned around the conversation again, making it about herself. "Well I won't be okay if I don't talk about it." She says. I didn't say this at the time, but I honestly didn't care. I along with what feels like the entirety of night crew, have been catering to M's mood ever since I started just so we won't all be miserable. I was done with that. I was too tired. I had to look out for myself. So I cut her off, for the first time ever, and I asked her if she wanted me to leave. She stormed off, muttering something about not caring I think.

And that was how I spent less than three minutes in the back of my store. Along with two almost hour long periods before and after in the lobby.

As I waited for my parents to come get me from the lobby, L came to find out what happened. I tried my best to explain it along with a small bit of info on my anxiety. About how I have trouble with people who make me feel emotionally unstable, that no matter how hard I try, M would forever me an unsafe person to me. She couldn't make me stay she says, but she would make sure I had a safe place to work on saturday.

This morning that last comment haunted me. So I called the general manager again, clarifying whether or not M works tonight. When he told me yes, dread started seeping into me. He told me L was going to make sure we stayed seperate. I expressed my doubts, "If M wants something she does it" I told him. I was going to try though, for the sake of my team.

It is currently almost 2:30 pm, and I have not slept. Up until an hour ago I had been trying to, but I've just been too stressed. So I called back, and I told the general manager what was happening. He tried to talk me into going at first, but I think he could tell how strained I was. I apologized profusely, assured him I would be there tomorrow night (the only shift I have left without M), and called out on tonight's shift.

Since that call, I've taken a shower and written this accidental novel. I feel a bit better now. Thank you if you read this far. I know a small handful of you who definitely will. You know who you are. I love you guys. I'm gonna maybe play a game and get a little sleep. Wish me luck tomorrow.

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