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Who's gonna tell him......... The Sequel

[demon-country]

One of the saddest parts of the stolitz miscommunication debacle to me is that for all his bluster and all his denial, Blitz never managed to fool anyone into believing that there were no feelings involved and he was doing it solely for the book, including Stolas. That is, until Ozzie's, at which point he finally fooled the one person who he didn't even think he needed to.

For all we talk about how Stolas let his fantasies of romance run wild, which caused him to accidentally run roughshod over Blitz (especially at first), he wasn't exactly wrong, in the end. Blitz did develop feelings for him, and given how excited and enthusiastic he was that last full moon, their nights together were probably the only times he felt safe actually showing that. Because he could always tell himself and everyone else that it was just an act, he was just giving Stolas what he wanted and keeping him satisfied enough that he'd let Blitz keep the book.

Stolas thought, up until Ozzie's, that Blitz enjoyed their deal just as much as he did. Because Blitz did. If Blitz was showing up basically every moon as hyped and ready to go as the time we saw him, it's not really a surprise that Stolas didn't catch on to the times when Blitz was actually unhappy and uncomfortable because he felt objectified. After all, Blitz snaps at and is abrasive to everyone, and any annoyance probably seemed pretty par for the course, especially for someone as oblivious, ignorant, and autistic-coded as Stolas. But Stolas also got special treatment on top of that, and it's easier to focus on the stuff that stands out rather than the stuff that doesn't seem too far off from Blitz's standard behavior. He got times where Blitz was genuinely happy and comfortable and excited to see him, we literally see that in the memory fragments and Blitz's behavior during the last full moon. He got times where Blitz seemed to find him so hot he'd grab him and turn things sexual on a dime (Truth Seekers and The Circus). He also got times where Blitz was caring and attentive, and where Blitz accepted care and gentleness during aftercare (because there's literally no way that didn't happen, not getting aftercare after BDSM scenes can be legitimately traumatizing for both the Dom and sub).

Like, that's not to say that Stolas shouldn't have taken the numerous hints that his condescension and baby talk were highly unappreciated, because yeah that shit was very uncool of him and ignorance doesn't excuse it. But look at how Blitz gently caresses Stolas' cheek in Truth Seekers. Look at how thrilled he was to be with Stolas again in The Full Moon. Look at the photo Stolas has of the pony drawing Blitz seems to have made while at his palace. Look at the memory fragments where Blitz is so fucking into kissing him or gleefully showing off toys or making that big shiny eyed blep I'm dying to know the context of. How else was Stolas supposed to take all that every full moon and however many nights Blitz came over outside of that, and not be convinced that his feelings were returned?

Because they were. Not immediately, of course, but the were. They were on the same page about that. There were plenty of things Blitz didn't like, related to Stolas' unconscious racism/classism. There was plenty of "things for [Blitz] to teach and [Stolas] to learn". There were plenty of things that went unsaid and unheard and misinterpreted on both sides. But the love was there, Stolas didn't make it all up. It wasn't the perfect fantasy he was initially picturing (although I'm pretty sure that illusion didn't actually last very long, not with how dejected he looks in a few of the memory fragments and at the start of Ozzie's), and Blitz had a lot more hidden under the surface than Stolas knew about (although he did know Blitz had walls he hadn't seen through yet), but the love was there. You don't have to know everything about someone to start falling in love with them. Blitz couldn't fool anyone, but he especially couldn't fool Stolas, who he showed his heart to again and again thinking he was safely hidden behind the alibi of the book deal.

Until Ozzie's. Until the disastrous "date", after which Blitz couldn't hide the hurt he felt thinking that all Stolas wanted him for was sex, when Blitz wanted more. Except Blitz didn't say that last part. So all Stolas got was Blitz ignoring him on their date, Blitz rejecting his offer to go inside, and Blitz tearing up while saying in a wounded and borderline angry voice that their deal was strictly about sex, which finally clued Stolas in that his actions hadn't been taken as cute and flirty like he had intended, they had just served to hurt Blitz and convince him that all he wanted was to use Blitz.

Blitz's pain changed everything for Stolas. He stopped flirting, he stopped calling him Blitzy save for one time, he stopped most of his interactions with Blitz, and he started trying to give Blitz outs. He looked at all the times Blitz was annoyed at him, at how umbalanced their deal was, and at how it may have been just as cruel of a chain as the one binding him to Stella, and quite correctly came to the conclusion that the deal needed to end and Blitz needed to have a way to do his job without being dependant on Stolas. But he also looked at all the memories of Blitz being happy with him, and all the times Blitz showed up excited, and came to the incorrect but reasonable conclusion that it was all probably just an act Blitz put on to keep the book. Just like Blitz had been hoping to convince everyone of.

And then Stolas ended the deal, and Blitz couldn't figure out why so he started to panic. The deal was his safety net and his shield; it was the only way he felt he could get something close to the real relationship he wanted, it was what allowed him to be open with his feelings, and what gave him the courage to let some of his walls down. It probably felt like such a betrayal that Stolas would take it away.

Even though he was the one who dodged all of Stolas' offers to talk, out of fear that things would become complicated if they talked about it, out of fear of rejection after Stolas hid during their "date", and later out of guilt and shame for how he failed to save Stolas. Even though he was the one who was hiding behind the excuse that it was all just for the book. Even though he was the only one convinced that Stolas could never care about him for anything other than sex. Even though Stolas flat out told him he cared about him and wanted him to stay, just without the deal in between them. Even with all that, Blitz still couldn't see Stolas ending their deal any way other than Stolas abandoning him and rejecting him and taking away the only way he has ever been able to openly show that side of himself.

It was more than just his self-hatred talking, it was more than just his insecurities getting the better of him. It was a perceived betrayal of trust and an inability to see how much the deal limited their ability to get what they both actually wanted. The reason it hurt him so much was because Stolas hadn't actually been wrong. Blitz did care, Blitz did enjoy their deal, Blitz did want Stolas just as much as Stolas wanted him.

The tragedy of it all was that the love was real, but the only ones who were convinced it wasn't was the two of them. So it's a good thing the story isn't over for them yet, because I couldn't take that ending for them. After all the shit they've been through in their lives, they deserve their happy ending together, they deserve to have their mutually requited love be realized.

[sugarakis-p2]

Ten-chan is the worst ch2

Art by me...be sweeties and give credit if you steals it ;x

[previous chapter 1: Alternate universe Tenko a UA student but no hero. Reader x Tenko F/M]

You're a roller coaster of emotions has been full of conflict between you and Tenko. Despite your mother's warning, you decide to take matters into your own hands and ascertain the truth behind Tenko and Touya. You bask in the glory of a selfie with All Might and your excitement soon turns to another argument. As if that wasn't enough, you go a step further and force Tenko to confront your Dad so you can go on your first date in your life. Only that first date will be with Tenko of all people. But it's time to figure out how you feel about your blackmailer. Because things are feeling less and less pretend.

Warning: Toxic relationship, there is a reason I say the worst in the title. when really everyone seems pretty bad. There's fluff, romance, and naughty bits. Oral sex, fingering in front of Dad...Mom is boss though

Chapter 2:

You blubber into your body pillow when your Mom comes in with soup and places the comb next to it on your desk.

"Honey, I could better help you if you told me what is happening?" She said, sitting next to you on the bed. 

When you came home, you wailed. You didn't tell your Mom much of anything, and you want to keep it that way. You can not stand the thought of your Mom seeing that side of you and judging you. You stalked a boy, got blackmailed, and started having feelings for that jerk.

"That nice boy keeps coming over. When I told him you weren't feeling well, very sarcastically, I might add. He came back with soup and sits on the steps as we speak. He seems to care about you."

"I know, he won't stop texting me," you groan. You reach over and smack your phone to the ground. It was the source of all your troubles.

"Mmmhmmm, it has to do with him. If you want me to get rid of him, I will, but you haven't taken his clothes off, and you have a noticeable hickey on your neck from the charming man on my porch, I assume," Your Mom wryly grins. You cringe and curl in on yourself. However, when you think about it, your Mom can help you. Hell, you begged for it when you came home. You sit up suddenly, taking a page out of Tenko's book, and think of what you'll say before you say it.

"I found out that Tenko slept with all the past girls in the gaming club. The comb he gave me is the same gift he's given other girls. I'm not special to him at all," you snivel, your voice breaking on the verge of tears again. Mom mulled over what you said and then raised an eyebrow at you.

"Did Tenko tell you he slept with other girls? I thought you said there was only one other girl in the club," she questioned.

"No, he didn't tell me, and yes, there's only one other girl, but that is because I was given the impression he chased them off by sleeping with them like a one-night stand."

"Given the impression, huh? Was it from the girl he slept with? So, have you seen other girls with that exact comb?" 

"No," you huff. You may have reacted emotionally instead of logically. You didn't ask any of these questions, and it annoys you that you need solid answers. You try to shrink yourself more in the corner.

"Hmmm," your Mom reflected, "It appears as though a conversation between the two of you is in order. Speak to him calmly and rationally. I know him only a little, but I cannot believe that he does not find you special. A man would not go to such lengths, procuring thoughtful gifts and incessantly loitering on my doorstep, if he did not have strong affections for you." You cringe when your Mom says it like that. Your

Mom got up to leave you with that. You can't stand her having the last word.

"How did he look?" you inquire eagerly, your Mom's eyes widening with anticipation. She knows this isn't just idle chatter. You're genuinely hungry for the juicy details, and Mom is happy to deliver.

"He was sweaty and gasping because he ran here from the bus. He was worried you didn't answer his texts. So, your sweet Mother informed him you are ill and not seeing anyone in my most venomous tone. I also gave him this look," Mom demonstrated her disgusted shrewd look, disapproval radiating from her body language with pursed lips and a narrowed side-eye. It should have left no doubt in Tenko's mind of her dissatisfaction.

"Fierce," you said with an eye roll.

"I know, right. And you know what Tenko-san did? He left for two hours and then showed back up on my porch with that soup," she continued, her voice filled with emotion. The expression on her face as she recounted his gesture filled you with wonder. "Two whole hours!" she exclaimed. "He must have gone to the market and made the soup from scratch." She nodded her head, admiringly at her own conclusion. "I told him you wouldn't even come to the window to wave at him. He said that was all right. 'I will wait,' he said. My heart skipped a beat. Your father used to do things like that. You should really try the soup. It tastes like he poured love into it," she said with a sense of finality before she left. Her words lingered in the air as you felt that you had just heard something special.

Muttering a curse, you crawl slowly onto your desk and peek out the window. Tenko is playing a handheld gaming console and drinking a boa tea, seemingly ready to stay there for a while. You frown and sighed, annoyed, as you watch him stand up and unashamedly relieve himself onto your beloved bushes. You sink down, feeling the warmth of the soup on the desk beside you. She had said it was filled with love. You take a spoonful and sniff it. Not able to identify any of the ingredients. You throw away your apprehensions and bring a spoonful to your lips, only to nearly gag as you take a sip. 

Your face contorted in agony as you hastily spat out the dreadful concoction, "AARRGGHH! That tastes like pure salt! That doesn't taste anything like love!" Your scream echoed through the room as you dashed to the sink to rinse the wretched flavor. A hearty laugh from your Mom subsequently followed your moans of suffering. "That was so cheesy, Mom!" You yelled at her. Tenko did make it himself which means he did pour love into it. Why did it have to be so bitter? 

Your heart contracts with pain when you think of how you treated Tenko. You had jumped to conclusions, and you shook your head in disbelief. Is what they say about Touya true, or was he warning you about Tenko? You never wanted to admit just how much you were coming to care for Tenko. More than just a nice blackmailer. Your thoughts spin rapidly as you cup your face in stress. How could you have a real relationship with him dangling that over your head? You can feel your determination rising as you realize the only way to get out of this mess is to act. You are also not so naive as to think talking to Tenko will solve your problems. Despite what your Mom thinks.

The man is a liar, among other things. You can almost taste the fear that is rising in your throat. Walking towards the door, your head races with questions - will he threaten you again? Is he here because he knows you are his or because there is something more hidden behind his piercing eyes? Taking a deep breath and swallowing your dread, you pick up your phone. You steel yourself and head off to face Tenko.

Tenko jumped to his feet when he heard the door opening. His face more dower than usual, and relief washed over it when he saw it was you. Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his lips melted onto yours, and it was like nothing you had ever imagined from Tenko. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. The energy that flowed between you became nearly physical, almost like the air quivered with electricity that pulled you together. A passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity and ended too soon. Your eyes closed, and a low moan escaped your lips as your tongues tangled together before parting.

"Ten-chan, you moron. I'm sick. Not only that, my Mom is watching," you pushed him as you both looked over to see the curtain shift. You roll your eyes when you look up at Tenko, his expression unreadable.

"Why didn't you answer my texts and calls? Did Touya say something? Are you hurt? Don't ever make me worry like that again, or our deal is off," he snarled. His lips found yours again, this time with more passion than before. He gently pulled away, and you felt almost dizzy with emotion. You opened your eyes and saw the same feeling of awe reflected in his gaze. Tenko is very emotional in private. He is careful with it, and it makes you wonder why?

"No, nothing like that," you mumbled bashfully. 

"Was it what I texted you?" Tenko asked suddenly with concern.

"What did you text?" You growl, pulling out your phone. Shocked when he swiftly snatched it out of your hand. Your heart races as you feel Tenko's eyes burn through you. He offers no explanation for why he's taken your phone, but his searing gaze leaves you trembling and desperate for answers. He starts scrolling through the messages, erasing whatever he reads before returning it to you. 

A deep, uncomfortable silence stretches between the two of you until, finally, Tenko pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you. Despite the warmth that envelops you, the lingering mystery of what was erased remains, and you can't help but worry about what else was wiped away during Tenko's swift cleanup.

"I texted lies and stupid things," he admits, his embrace regretful, and he tightens it as if he's worried you'll run away. He lets you go with a worried expression, "Don't worry about it. They are gone now. It doesn't feel like you have a fever and are still wearing my hoodie." He reaches for it, but you smirk and push his hands away. His words hang in the air as you clutch his hoodie closer around you, stepping away from him. You can tell he's sorry for what he texted, but there's also a glint of something else in his eyes. Not just regret but something mischievous. 

"It's staying with me. I'm keeping it. It's an apology for whatever you texted," you tell him firmly. 

"It's an old rag," he says, trying to find some way to lessen the tension. "I'll get you something nicer." 

You narrow your eyes and shake your head. "No need. This one will do just fine. It's comfy, and I'm keeping it. Thanks for the soup. I'm super sick, so don't bother me. Quit watering my Mom's plants with your piss and go home!" You take a deep breath and shake your head in disapproval. You stepped back, going into your house, glancing at Tenko sternly, trying not to show too much emotion. "I'll see you at school. Good night," you said, firmly closing the door. You take a peek at him through the mail slot. You call out, your voice ringing with a tinge of worry, "Send me a text when you get home." Your phone pings, and you see it's from Tenko. A smile of reassurance rises on your face.

Ten-chan: I'll be back tomorrow

You: It better not be for my hoodie. I told you to stay away. I'll see you at school.

You won't tell him you're keeping the hoodie because it still smells like him. You grip the baggy hoodie and inhale. You can still feel his presence with every inhalation, like a phantom hug from the past. Must and plum rain, you are so distracted by the scent that you are caught off guard when your Mom says "boop" and shoves something in your mouth.

"What the hell," you shouted, horror-stricken as you tried to choke down whatever your Mom had shoved in your mouth. 

"It's the pill. I'm trying to save you from a lifetime of regret. Do not let that boy trap you with a baby. At least, not until your ready," she said, sweetly throwing a packet at you. Your stomach churned, you knew instantly what it was for, and you cringed inwardly. 

"No way! We're not doing that kind of thing!" You screamed, grabbing a glass of water to get it down. 

"Neither was your father and I until we did!"

You sigh. Flopping on the bed and putting the pills in your nightstand drawer. You pull out your phone and go into your archives. Of course, it's yelling, threat, threat, yelling, panic, panic, threat, panic, apology, hundreds of times repeated. What was more interesting was Tenko had erased Touya's messages. The last one from Touya was needy.

Touya: You didn't text me when you got home. I was a worried cute little mouse. (sad face)

You texted Shuichi, and then you sat at your computer. Downloading and printing pictures of Touya. You spent hours compiling before falling asleep in your new favorite hoodie.

A few days later, you meet Tenko at school and get settled back into your routine of pretend girlfriend. You and Tenko spend the days immersed in a whirlwind of passionate and heated encounters, everything from heavy petting, outercourse, and oral sex, to stealing alluring glances. Only stopping when the bell for class rings or you need to go home. Your infatuation for him has been slowly growing with each of these romantically charged meetings, and soon, Tenko is finding his way into all your fantasies. But, as your newfound relationship grows more intense, an unavoidable obstacle lies ahead, you don't understand your feelings for your blackmailer.

"Let me put it in. I promise to make you feel good," Tenko purrs. Weeks pass like this, with Tenko becoming more frustrated when you tell him no. 

You are heading to the front gate early to set up a surprise for Tenko when you see Tenko is already there and he's talking to someone. Shit, he is always here earlier than me, you pout to yourself. You are about to dodge behind a tree when Tenko looks over his shoulder and sees you approaching, surprise ruined. His eyes widen, and he says something to the person he is talking to. When you come closer, you are boggled by what your seeing.

With a powerful BOOM that shook the ground, vibrating the air around you, All Might burst through a cloud of dust and smoke like a magician, announcing his arrival with a booming voice. His massive golden frame seems to radiate in the morning light, and the legendary hero can't help but flash his signature confident grin. You squeal with unbridled excitement. His presence is larger than life. All Might proclaims: "HELLO! I am here!"

"IT'S ALL MIGHT! Tenko, it's All Might! Oh, my fucking god! All Might!" You screamed, yanking at Tenko like he didn't have eyes, your heart pounding wildly as you regarded the legendary hero standing just a few feet away. He didn't look like All Might from far away, but there was no mistaking it now - this was definitely the symbol of hope, the one and only All Might! Tenko looked bored. 

"Quite a mouth you got," All Might chuckled.

 "Oh fuck, I cussed in front of All Might! I'm so sorry! My mouth has a mind of its own when I get excited. Fuck! I'm sorry! Fuck! I'm sorry! Um ..uh..ummm, fuck! Sorry!" Oh no! I'm embarrassing myself in front of All Might! Your mind screeched. You are telling yourself to stop, but you are caught in an insane loop of cussing and apologizing. Tenko sighed and clamped his hand over your mouth. 

"All Might, this is my girlfriend. Would you please take a selfie with her so we can get to class?" Tenko drawled in his typical monotone. You nod yes like crazy. 

All Might beamed and exclaimed, "Of course! Anything for a fan and girlfriend of young Shimura! I see you're growing your hair out, Tenko." You were overwhelmed with gratitude that Tenko saved you from your mouth, and your joy was only compounded when you got a selfie with the most handsome and nicest hero. 

Tenko took the picture before suddenly shoving your phone back in your hand, dragging you away to class and from All Might. You had no time to expect it, and it felt like he wanted to rip your arm off as you stumbled to keep up.

"Tenko, you're being rude! Thank you, All Might!" You shouted over your shoulder. "Tenko slow down," you begged.

"We have to go, or we'll be late," he hissed.

"Glad to hear you're taking your studies and your future seriously. Consider the offer, young Shimura!" All Might shouted after Tenko. Tenko freezes and stiffens, violently scratching his neck with one hand and squeezing you too tight with the other, the black enamel flaking and cracking. His eyes almost seemed to glow with bubbling hate.

"My future? Why don't you shut up and die already?" Tenko seethed. Tenko's words were like venom as he snarled at All Might, his grip on your arm like death itself. You glance back at All Might, and the sight of him, so bereft, brings you close to tears. "Shimura," he sighs, and the sorrow in his voice is too much for you to bear. The doors closed on the saddest-looking man you have ever seen, and you look away. Tenko's hand pulls you in his wake as he ushers you down the long, abandoned hallways.

"Tenko, my class is that way," you yelped. Startled as he swept you off your feet. His grip was solid and powerful, yanking you into a rundown room. You felt a wave of dread wash over you as he pushed you down, landing on the musty wrestling mat. Suddenly, his lips were on yours with a ferocity you'd never felt before. It was aggressive, sloppy, and hurtful. Pushing him away, you gasped for air. It felt as if you were drowning in his saliva. This wasn't anything like the gentle, passionate kisses from before. This was something new and terrible.

"Tenko, slow down. This hurts," you panted.

"Good!" He roared, his eyes piercing you with their absolute hatred. Did he hate you? The question made fear ripple through your veins. "You gush for Touya like a dense little schoolgirl with a dumb little crush. But you gushed over All Might like a stupid slut. Disgusting. Are you wet for him too?" He spat, his teeth tugging at your nipple through your clothes as he shoved his hand between your legs. You acted instinctually and reared back, slapping Tenko as hard as possible. Panting with rage and fear, you scrambled away from his reach, desperation clawing at your heart.

"No!" you screamed, your fear quickly turning to rage. "I may have to pretend to be your girlfriend, but I refuse to be your emotional punching bag or your...your...fleshlight!" You breathed heavily, trembling with fury. "Do you understand me? Stop! Tenko, you're scaring me!"

He hadn't moved. Like a broken doll, he remained perfectly still as his cheek turned red. 

"You're right, but you can't leave me. We have a deal," his voice wavered. Your eyes narrowed, and you threw the bag you'd been carrying at his chest.

"Don't you come around me until you can treat me like the friend part of girlfriend," you hissed. Marching off to your class, cursing him.

Tenko looked in the bag. He stood there with eyes wide with surprise. You'd put so much thought into the gift you made for him. A bento box overflowing with all his favorite things neatened up carefully with a beautiful hanky. His sweatpants were cleaned and pressed. But it was the little bag and its contents that genuinely made his heart swell, chapstick and creme that you'd handmade just for him. He pulled out the card that sat amongst them, and little hearts swirled around, 'For Ten-chan!' it read.

I remember painting your nails. You said your quirk had changed your appearance. I could tell it hurt when we kissed, so I wanted to make it easier for you. With all my care, here's a gift to make life a bit less painful. About the hoodie,

Took my friend's hoodie,

A secret I keep inside.

Never leaves him warm.

I'm never giving it back (smiley face with tongue sticking out)

You remembered, he thought to himself. You noticed how kissing made him wince. You wanted to help, to ease his pain. It was a gift beyond anything he'd ever received, and for once, he genuinely felt seen and cared for. You even made a cute haiku. He clutched the bag to his chest and sighed, "I blew it. I don't deserve her."

A black swirl opened, and Sensei Kurogiri stepped through. "Ah. I thought I would find you here. Do not skip your next class. Midnight is more lenient than the other teachers, but that does not mean you can disregard the others," Kurogiri warned. Tenko growled and stepped through Kurogiri's quirk. 

Tenko had been sulking and stealing glimpses for nearly a week. Despite the bento box, you gave him as an excuse to talk to you, he hadn't made the first move to apologize. Ten-chan is a jerk, but not as big of a jerk as Touya, you learned after launching an investigation into the two of them. You weren't going to make the same mistake twice. Tenko needed to grovel, and you needed to talk to Touya. What you heard was not flattering to either of them. Shuichi interrupted your thoughts when he plopped across from you at the lunchroom table.

"What do you want?" Yuki growled at him, her hackles raised and her ears pinned back. He raised his hands in surrender and leaned forward to you.

"You know he's lost weight, abandoned his hobbies, and been holed up in his room, sulking over romance manga with tears in his eyes? It's pathetic. At least, go over and call him a jerk, so things get back to normal," Shuichi conveyed. Undeterred, you blew him an unmistakable raspberry. A deliberate gesture of contempt, accompanied by a resolute thumbs down. The other girls joined in, and you could see Shuichi wavering. He wanted to keep his composure but struggled to retain his stern expression. Shuichi narrowed his eyes at you, then unexpectedly, his lips quirked up in an amused smile. 

"Shiori has been sniffing around Ten." Shuichi pointed.

"The nerve of this tramp," Yuki said, glaring at Shiori as she crept closer toward Tenko. You look to see Shiori is sniffing around Tenko. Is she dumb? Tenko is not in the mood. You can tell by his scratching and glowering. "Yeah, it's pretty obvious it's time for the two of you to part ways," Yuki muttered. Without another word, you stealthily sat next to Tenko and cozied up to him.

"If they get back together, will we see you girls at the gamers club again?" Shuichi asked, his scales turning pink with a blush.

"Maybe," Yuki said as the girls stood to sit at a closer table to get a view of the action.

"Whatcha two talking about?" You asked Shiori. Tenko quickly took advantage and clung to you desperately, throwing one arm around your shoulder to close the gap between you. Shiori looked flustered, still holding her tray and ready to try to sit next to Tenko. But she was too late. Tenko clearly had no interest in her. She was graceful in her recovery.

"Well, Tenko and I talked about going to the festival together. It's said that if you kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel, you will be together forever. It's basically a marriage proposal," Shiori said.

Tenko's other arm snakes around you, pulling you close. It was almost hard to breathe. A deep thrill runs through you, and you can feel your cheeks heat. You desperately struggle to keep in character and lace your arm around him, leaning against his chest and offering him a bright smile. You carefully glance over to Shiori to gauge her reaction, your heart a cadence in an excited rhythm as disappointment and pain wash over her face.

Tenko nuzzles at the crook of your neck. You stiffen and squeak but still play his girlfriend. He only paused long enough to look and Shiori to ask, "Oh. You're still here? What was your name again?" Shiori can't even get two words out. Her mouth gaps in shock. The pain of seeing Tenko rejecting her is too much to bear, and she turns and runs away with her head held high. You can't help but giggle in the aftermath, feeling heady with victory and looking up into Tenko's gaze with a triumphant smirk.

"I like this side of you," he grinned back. Tenko's face lit up, and he leaned closer, nibbling at you as he did. You had surprised yourself, unleashing this hidden side of you that was so daring, so out of character. Even Tenko seemed to have noted the difference, his expression a mix of confusion and rare admiration. "I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?" He asked. You nervously chuckled and thought that seeing your rival driven before you was payment enough. But to him, you turn and say, your face radiating with a devilish grin.

"Come to my place after school."

"Huh? What? I can't invite Touya on such short notice," he graveled. He winced as you grabbed his face and turned his gaze to yours, squeezing how he did to you to make him look at you.  

"I didn't say Touya," you growled sternly, "I said you come over. It's official pretend boyfriend stuff. I want you to meet my Dad." You pulled his face down to yours, lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, your tongue dancing with his as you tried to explain the ways of dating to him. "That's what guys do when they're dating," you whispered as you finally pulled away.

"We haven't dated yet," Tenko rasped. He was astonished and delighted by your dramatic flirting.

"And who's fault is that?" You say. Unfaltering, Tenko pulled you tight to him until you molded to his body and continued to take you in his arms, his eyes smoldering with lust. You could only cling to him and pray that you had made the right decision. He stared into your eyes, a deep, remorseful sadness in his.

"I'm so sorry," he said softly. His voice quivered with emotion as he continued, "I never should have done what I did. It was unforgivable, and I wasn't sure how I could say sorry enough. I swear to you, I will never let it happen again." He released you to squeeze your hands tenderly with his own, and you felt a wave of understanding. You nodded, knowing that it sounded exactly like him. Tenko can sweet talk when he wants to.

"I would appreciate that. Are you willing to tell me what that was all about?" You ask. He shook his head, and you felt your hopes of him trusting you vanish entirely. You sigh. The disappointment is evident in the exhale of air. You slowly get up, and he follows you like a desperate, lonely puppy searching for love and attention. Despite your pressing desire to know the truth, you had to finish your lunch. You glare one last time at him before turning away, more determined than ever to get to the bottom of whatever is going on. 

"You got back together with him?!?" Yuki shrieked. She sighs and rubs her temples. The rasp of her scales is extremely loud, the other girls shaking their heads at you, "You are going to be that kind of couple. On again off again." Yuki shook her head. All you can do is shrug and blush.

After school, he seized you in a passionate embrace, twirling you in his arms, his lips crashing against yours. You gasped in surprise before submitting to the kiss, and when he set you down, you were breathless. His voice was soft when he murmured to you, "If we're just pretending, then why are you introducing me to your father?" There is no way you are going to tell him you want him until he confesses first. But that won't stop you from pushing the boundaries. You'll make sure he knows you've got your eye on him... one way or another.

 "It's time for me to have some fun," you declared. Your eyes sparkled mischievously as you nudged Tenko. "My Dad is a total control freak, never letting me date. I have two older brothers, and they got away with murder. But you're going to change that for me!" Tenko tensed. 

"Are you kidding me?" Tenko growled. Tenko glanced at you with furrowed brows and balled his hands into fists.

"Nope, and you owe me," You said as you guided him to your bus stop. You winked and chuckled. Wiggling your ass in a way that enticed him to reluctantly follow. Tenko gaped as he realized there was no escape. He begrudgingly followed you with a look of utter determination on his face.

Dinner was awkward as Tenko and your father locked eyes across the table and glared at each other. You told your Dad Tenko was your partner on a paper due soon. Your Mother made a valiant effort to lighten the mood with her conversation. Still, the silence between them made it seem like she was talking to a wall. You nervously watched the scene, wondering how this would turn out. You are really making Tenko pay hard for his tantrum.

"Tenko, would you like seconds?" Mom asked. Dad grunted for more, and Tenko meekly thanked Mom but refused seconds.

"You look weak," your father sneered, burning a hole right through Tenko with his icy eyes. "What class are you in at AU?" 

You and your Mother hastily admonished your Dad, seeking to impede the escalating tension. Yet, Tenko and your father continued their silent tug-of-war, unwilling to be derailed.

"I'm in the support course, and I'm not weak. My quirk makes me deadly," Tenko said flatly.

"Oh really?" Your Dad smirked. It quickly disappeared as Tenko reached into his pocket and dramatically pulled out a rock, eliciting a snort from your Dad. Tenko then slowly removed his glove, creating a tense atmosphere. With a swift movement, he brought all five of his fingers down and turned the rock to dust, careful to keep it on the plate and avoid making a mess. Your Dad could only stare in shock with an expression you've never seen before, body shuddering with chills, "You're not respectable enough for my daughter."

"I'm taking your daughter out on a date," Tenko announced. His hand resting on your leg under the table. His fingers massaging your thigh. His hand traveled up like wildfire, igniting a burning desire within your core. His touch was electric, leaving a slow burn that raced through your veins. Your heart raced as his fingers moved closer and closer toward your most intimate area, filling you with an overwhelming sensation. You gave him a look that screamed, 'What the hell are you doing. Not here or now!?!' Tenko smirked at you and continued slowly getting closer to your pussy.

"Tenko," you heard your father growl, "you think you can just come in here and announce that you're taking my daughter out on a date?!" Your stomach lurched as his words pierced the tense silence, dread settling like a heavyweight in your chest. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and mentally brace yourself for what would come. Tenko only stared at him with disinterest. "Are you hard of hearing? I just said you're not deserving of my daughter," Dad growled.

Tenko's tone was unyielding, his steeled gaze focused on your Dad as he rasped, "I'm not hard of hearing. I'm telling you what I will do. Nothing can stop me. I know I'm not worthy, but she chose me." His fingers moved with purpose. The soft brushing of his touch over your panties sent a jolt up your spine.

"Why you arrogant lil shi-," Dad was saying when you intervened. Jumping up and away from Tenko's hand to demand some equal rights. 

"Enough, Dad. Tenko is kind, and you let my brothers date at fifteen," you huffed.

Mom came to your defense with forceful authority. "I think she's old enough to date. Hun, let her grow up," she argued. Knowing the power and fortitude behind Mom's words, Dad gave up his opposition, succumbing to her point of view.

"Date all you want," he said, his eyes narrowing as he stared pointedly at Tenko. His jaw tightened as he got up from the table and stepped towards you, pulling you into a hug. "But we will be having a conversation later...about your taste in guys." You dramatically rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. Tenko simply smirked back.

"Thank you for the meal," Tenko flashed you a smile as he stood up from the dinner table. As he cleared his and your plates, he bowed to your Mom. Then turning back to you, his tone shifted to one of challenge, inquiring, "Do you still need help with that paper?"

With a firm grasp, you pulled him along, an expectation building between you. You know what that is code for. You rushed down the hallway, turning to catch a glimpse of Tenko's face, and you could feel the heat rising between the two of you. With a deep breath, you opened your bedroom door.

"Door open!" Your father exclaimed.

"Ok!" you replied. You spun around and met Tenko with an eager grin before quietly shutting the door with a decisive silent thud. "You did amazing, Tenko. You are so brazen and brave," you gushed.

"Your dad hates me," he rasped, "I don't care, but I'm concerned about how you feel." You couldn't help but feel a surge of elation. Tenko was brave and selfless, something you hadn't seen anyone do before. Despite fearing your Dad's wrath, Tenko stood firm, trying to make sure you were ok. Wetness gathered between your legs as your heart swelled with admiration. You've never seen anyone stand up to your Dad like that, and it made you want him more.

"Tenko, who wants a guy that their Dad can bully. Like I said. You're amazing," You giggle.

"Then I deserve a reward," he grinned. He trapped you against the door. His hand delved lower beneath the waistband of your panties, caressing you as he whispered, "Deny me if you can, but you won't. You want me just as much as I want you."

"I am not going to deny you. You do deserve a reward," you pant. Grabbing him tightly, you push Tenko onto the bed and straddle him easily. You slide down his front, locking eyes. His gaze smolders as you unbuckle his belt and yank his pants open. His colossal cock jumps eagerly out and nearly whips you in the face. In the soft dim light of your room, you drink in the sight of him, admiring its size. As you wrap your hand tightly around it, you can feel the heat emanating from it, thick and hard. Tenko whimpers and moans as you squeeze a bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip. You lightly kiss along his shaft, trailing up to his crown, gently pulling back his foreskin. Opening your mouth slowly, you take him in, licking and sucking as he jerks beneath you, muffling his cries of pleasure.

"Fuck, what the fuck are you doing to me? How am I supposed to contain myself?" His voice wobbled, and he groaned as you teased him with your lips and tongue.

He is so warm on your tongue, and you can taste the lotion you gave him, making you smile around the crown of his head. His shallow breaths grew deeper and faster as he watched with a wild desire, his gaze never leaving your face as you explored every inch with your hands and tongue. Your fingers don't touch wrapped around his shaft. His blush grew deeper, his body trembling with pleasure at your touch. He held his voice back with his hand. You tried to fit more of him in your mouth, but he is so big you mostly lap at his slit. His salty taste invades your mouth.

With a gasp, he parted his lips. He leaned back in ecstasy, his fingers weaving into your hair as you feverishly savored more of his deliciousness. His breaths were punctuated with tight gasps as he grabbed the back of your head, his hips thrusting into your grip. His face burned a bright red as he anticipated your next move, his eyes smoldering with desire as you effortlessly took more of him in. His breathing grew harsher and his grip on your head stronger, sending flames licking up his spine, threatening to consume him. You cup his balls and feel his heavy sack tighten.

"I'm about to cum," he hissed. You knew he was close as you felt his body tense and heard his whimpers. You eagerly embraced the challenge, willing to do whatever it took to bring him to the edge and tip him over. His thrusts became stronger and more intense as you buried him deep in your throat, using every technique you had heard about or could think of, your jaw and cheeks aching. You barely managed to fit him at the back of your throat as a hot stream of his pleasure spit onto your tongue, only to gag and choke as a hot stream hits the back of your throat. His cock twitched and pulsed in your hands. You pulled away with cum still clinging to your lips. He looked at you with a satisfied gaze, caressing your neck, asking in a soft breath, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," you graveled, hoarse from his cock. Wiping his cum off with a shirt, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Tenko yanked you up with a violent tug and threw you onto the bed, your flesh thudding against the mattress. Instinctively, you tried to push him away as he grabbed you, but his strength was too great. He used his own body to pin you down as he ravaged the delicate skin of your inner thighs, forcefully spreading your legs and tearing your panties away. 

"Tenko, I haven't showered yet!" you whimpered anxiously.

"You didn't care when you sucked me dry," he spat desperately. His eyes hungrily gazed at your body, his breath trembled against your wet pussy, and a shocked breath escaped as he begged, "Oh please, can I? I will clean you with my tongue. I've been craving your taste for a week, and now I want to dive in and lose myself. Unless you want to let me put my dick in the juicy pussy? Holding back is painful. Please, let me thrust my cock in you... but if not, just let me drink up your sweet juices. Can I have that much, pretend girlfriend?"

The sharp sting of the pretend girlfriend's comment hurt. You had put in so much effort, yet here was Tenko, still stuck in his games. Nothing had changed, but everything felt different. Maybe sex and true love are different? Questions flooded your mind, but you had to push them down. Of course, love and sex were separate things, but you had longed for it that week too. Tenko is amazing at pleasure.

"Please eat my pussy," you begged in almost a whisper, and you watched passionately as Tenko responded ravenously and started practically devouring your cunt.

His gloved hands roamed all over your body, sending pleasure tingles radiating through your core. You felt his tongue exploring your most intimate regions with fiery enthusiasm. His eager movements had a dizzying effect, pushing you to the edge of ecstasy. The sensation was almost too much to bear as you tipped your head back and moaned with delight. Your skirt had fallen back over his head, intensifying every sensation. Feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, you leaned back, savoring every moment of his talent. You let out a sharp cry as he suddenly thrust in two of his long, slender fingers.

"Damn. You are so tight. All that time breaking in your pussy wasted after a week," Tenko groaned. His lips found your clit, and his fingers moved deeper as he began to suckle hungrily at your pleasure point. Your body quaked with rapture as his expert caresses sent waves of sensation through you.

"You're clenching down and sucking my tongue in," Tenko teased. Tenko's relentless efforts pushed you to the point of no return.

Your breathing intensifies, and your heart races like it could burst. Close to cresting your pleasure when your door creaked open, and your Mother suddenly entered, carrying a tray of tea and cookies. You both froze in the heat of the moment, her gaze stilling the ticking time bomb of pleasure you were about to experience. You sit up, screaming in horror into a pillow, backing away from Tenko as if he were a deadly viper. His expression contorted into surprise as your Mother gave him an appraising look. Her eyes lingered on his exposed manhood. A sly, left-cheeked grin crept across her face, and she silently set down the tray and left.

"Oh. My. God!" you yelped and threw yourself into your pillows when the door cracked open. Your Mom's hand slipped in and dropped something on the tray. Tenko rises, putting his cock away to examine what was dropped. Mortified beyond words, you wanted the ground to crack open and swallow you whole. Tenko, amused by the situation, let out a mocking laugh before tossing the box to you. You felt heat rush into your cheeks while your hands started trembling in a mixture of humiliation and anger at yourself for doing this in your bedroom. Of course, your brothers got privacy. They are magnum condoms.

"I like your Mom. That was a mood killer, though." Tenko opened the door and sat beside you on your bed, "Let's go to the festival," he murmured. Sliding his soft hands around your waist, he pulled you into a gentle embrace. His fingers moved soothingly over your scalp as he spoke, each pass of his fingertips leaving pleasant tingles that traveled down your spine. He continued talking, his voice full of excitement as he dreamt of all the possibilities this first date could bring.

"We'll have to make a night of it, or maybe take the train to get there and fall asleep together on the way back. What do you say?" He asked, gazing into your eyes as if imploring you to take this plunge of a first-date adventure with him. Every whisper of his breath on your neck seemed hypnotic. His words lingered in the air as his lips moved close enough to your skin that you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

"Are you really going to leave me hanging?" he rasped.

"Maybe," you tease.

He gently kissed my neck, temptation in his words as he said, "What if I told you I had something extraordinary in store for you, but the only way to know what it is...is if you go out on a date with me?"

"The only way I'll agree is if you tell me why you flipped out about with All Might."

He sits up, back ramrod-straight, eyeing you but still consumed with contemplation of what he wants to say. The uncertainty of his emotions hangs in the air, crushing in its silence. He finally breaks it. "I'll tell you after our date," he murmurs, desperate hope and fear mixed in equal parts.

"You drive me absolutely crazy when you play coy," you seethe, your eyes narrowing in annoyance.

He sat there, seething with rage threatening to explode like a volcano. You leaned in close, running your hands along his neck and through his soft hair. It has been getting longer. His hate lingered until you touched him. You could feel his heart race in your arms, making every second seem like an eternity. He finally closed the gap between you with a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and gentle as they moved in perfect synchrony with yours. Every caress of your lips seemed to send electricity through his body, and you could feel the excitement building. You melted into his arms as they stayed locked in the kiss, neither wanting the moment to end. You forget time until you hear your father's voice calling for Tenko to leave.

 It was getting late. With a deep, tired sigh, you know it is time for Tenko to go and part from your kiss. Tenko stood there, facing your Dad with quiet determination. A tense silence filled the air as their eyes met. Your heart beat faster, knowing Tenko risked himself to ensure you weren't uncomfortable. Finally, with a strong yet gentle voice, he broke the silence.

"We'll leave right after school on Friday," Tenko graveled. It was after Tenko left that the real drama started. Your father loomed and growled like a beast. Tenko's kiss goodbye on your forehead was a parting shot, igniting the fire of fury within your father. The reality of you two leaving on Friday swelled up, and your father's mood shifted to a beastly one. A storm of emotion was unleashed as Tenko left.

"You can date as much as you want but not with 'that thing.' Your quirks are not compatible!" Your father bellowed, rage boiling in his veins, making them stand out on his forehead when Tenko was well out of earshot.

"What in the world are you trying to say? I don't believe a word of this 'quirk compatibility' stuff coming from your mouth! You and Mom, your quirks don't fit together at all!" You glared at your Dad, "Tenko might be a bit rigid, but at least he considers my feelings and isn't one to be pushed around. You've rejected every possible admirer that ever asked me out!"

"This is different. He is different. I would have let you date a million other boys had I known Tenko Shimura would have crossed our path. He is that Tenko Shimura and I have heard plenty about him. He killed his family. I will not let you be his next victim! He's only at AU because of All Might and his grandmother's legacy!" Your Dad screamed. Taking in a shuddering breath, despair crept up your throat, and tears sprang to your eyes. He said he would have let you date a million other boys. But it was too late for that now. You adore Tenko.

"You said I could date. I'm going out next Friday," you growl back.

"You won't date him, not if I have anything to say about it." Your Dad's voice boomed, drowning out the deafening silence which had taken you over. You had heard the rumors, but you never could've imagined it. Tenko Shimura, the boy you had been falling in love with, who had melted your heart with kind words and gentle touches, killed his family. How dare your Dad.

"He would never do that. Until he says anything, those are just rumors and lies. I can't believe he would do that on purpose. He is always, ALWAYS, careful with me!" You shout back.

"You've seen it. Quirks affect personality and desires. That boy is a walking time bomb, a menace to society. Hatred oozes off of him with every step. It's only a matter of time before he takes someone's life, and that someone will not be you. Not while I'm alive! No daughter of mine will date a serial killer under my roof," your father's voice rose as he glared at you sternly.

You glared right back, and with grim determination, you stormed up to your room. Packing up your school things, including your laptop and portfolio, for your final project. You can hear your Mother arguing with your father as you text Yuki. She is right down the street. Yuki always had your back and would let you spend the night in her family's den. Your Mom tried desperately to keep you at home, pleading with her voice laced with tears. 

"What worth is it, running away over a boy?" But you remained steadfast, refusing to be chained to the same pain that had scarred the women of your family for years. Your Mom grabbed you and pressed a credit card in your hand, "It's my money, not his. I really wish you would reconsider."

"The way people treat us and our friends. It's unacceptable. I cannot tolerate quirk prejudice, and I won't have Dad talking like that about Tenko," you said with conviction. Your voice carried the weight of injustice and a fire that could make the stars burn.

The following day your father had ruthlessly packed away every memento in your room, and the tension between you two left a heavy, silent void in the air as he watched you from the window. At least your Mother still offered you an embrace. Despite the turmoil, she wept like crazy, "I saw you rented a storage unit. Won't you come in and talk to your father?" Your Mom cried some more, and your father crossed his arms. 

"No. We both know he's not ready to be spoken to," you say as you pack up the cab. You belt out a dejected sigh as you pack up the cab, not owning much. It didn't take long. Your father stands tall with crossed arms, his expression implacable. A determination filled with fear. You hesitate. Your Dad is scared of Tenko, and that almost makes you falter. Tenko deserved the benefit of the doubt.

"You're both the same. So stubborn," your Mom cried.

The harshness of the week felt like a mountain looming over you. Your only sanctuary was the cybercafé you'd been sleeping at while trying to hide the truth from Tenko. But finally, the day of your date arrived, and with that, the dread of the week subsided its ominous presence. 

With a bag thrown over your shoulder with everything you needed for an overnight stay. Curiosity sparked in Tenko's eyes. You watched as realization dawned upon them, his sparse eyebrows furrowing together and a smile turning up the corners of their lips. You love that he is deceptively clever. Taking solace in each other's company, sharing vape, laughter, and talk of that made the train ride slip by in a flash. You even share each other's music. Who would have guessed he liked video game music? You created yourselves the perfect oasis away from the world as you leaned into his embrace.

"I invited Shuichi. He has a girl he would like to bring along. We'll meet them there and get a group discount," Tenko made conversation. Even though Tenko grumbled and found the small talk tedious, it was another example of his thoughtfulness and consideration.

"Is she someone I know?" You ask.

“Her name is Aya,” Tenko replied.

"Aya is nice. She has the softest fur. I don't mind a double date and a discount." 

"You're not paying for a single thing. I invited you. If you want to pay me back. I can think of a few things," Tenko leered. Tenko hung off you like a greedy, tantalizing vice as he suggested ways you could pay him back for taking you out. Giving you a modest kiss that surprised you. "I think I'll have you pay me back in the most delightful way…" he told you as his hands trailed up your arms, beckoning you closer.

"Any closer, and you'll be inside me, Ten-chan," You say snarky. 

"I don't mind that," Tenko teased. It felt strange, summer was two weeks away, and things didn't feel pretend anymore. 

When you arrived at the stay, he quickly grabbed your bag and wasted no time crossing the area. Tenko seems to like to drag you everywhere with him. You had him store your bag in a locker at the station. Tenko seemed to have a plan and bought you both a drink before pulling you toward the festival. He moved closer and closer, eventually turning his gaze upon you with a playful glint in his eye. 

You could feel the delight in the atmosphere as you both stared into each other's eyes, almost as if daring the other to make the next move. They are such bright crimson they almost sear your skin when Tenko gazes at you. His eyes lit up with a sultry challenge, and his hands moved from your waist to your back to entice you further. The only sound was the beat of your heart, which thrummed in your chest.

"Hey, guys!" Shuichi shouted, waving with a huge grin as Aya followed close behind. You waved back. Your heart sank when you noticed Shiori was there, arm intertwined with Touya's, her face an impassive mask as she stared you down. Tenko was not subtle, like a feral cat hissing and scratching at his eye. He narrowed his gaze as he spat out, "What are you two doing here?"

You watch in disbelief as Shiori rolls her eyes before responding, "I told you about this festival, Tenko." 

Your blood boils as you stare Shiori down. Your grip tightens on Tenko. Remembering your interview with Shiori filled you with dread. You knew asking her about Tenko was risky, but you didn't think it would have ended so badly. That was the moment the two of you became enemies. You can still feel the flicker of anger in your chest as you remember her laughter.

"I left the gamer's club because of Touya, not Tenko," she began, her voice low and throaty. "I don't mind him being a player, but there's a line. When he started chasing after my younger sister, that's when I had enough. Though..." she paused, licking her lips as she stared over at Tenko, who was down the hall stealing glances in the distance. You still weren't talking to him. "I had my eye on Tenko...Why do you ask?" she challenged. Her voice was severe as she stared deep into your eyes.

 "I'm taking a popularity poll for my management course," you answered smoothly, taking a deep breath, watching her, and not liking her body language. You then added, trying to keep your tone light, "I heard he has a girlfriend, though." Shiori's interest in Tenko left you feeling deeply conflicted. While you had very mixed feelings about Tenko, the thought of Shiori trying to sink her claws into him fills you with revulsion. Shiori laughed in your face.

"Well, it's not like they are married," Shiori said, flipping her hair.

Shiori's eyes tracked Tenko as she regarded him down the hall. She slowly began strolling in his direction, her hips swaying in a rhythmic obscene display. You hated how pretty she was while hunting. Her ambition is to be admired, but you still hate watching her stalk your blackmailer. Your eyes meet with Tenko's, and you give him a withering look. He looked away first and started talking to Shiori. 

Tenko bristled with sudden ire, turning and casting one foul look back at you before uttering something cold to Shiori. She followed his gaze, and it was too late. You hurriedly looked away, pretending to be busy writing something down. Seeing him reject her made you happy, and you think Shiori knew it. 

After that, your life sunk to deeper lows. You thought the Internet café was depressing enough with its mix of farting, snoring, and cheap snacks. But then came the unexplained bubblegum plastered on your seat at work and thumbtacks in your shoes, and now, here she was.

"Bigger  group discount," Shuichi said nervously.  

"Had I known we would all be here, I would have driven all of us," Touya said, playing with his car keys.

"Hey, let's have fun," you tell Tenko as you squeeze his arm. He pulls you with him with a slight grin. You stood as a couple hand in hand at the festival. Watching as a few brave souls climbed into the Ferris wheel and soared through the air with its egg-like pods. All around you, the aroma of fried food and the thump of ride music made the scene all the more lively.

The night sky was illuminated with the festival's bright lights, and the joyful laughter of children filled the air. You smiled as you swayed to the beat of the music, taking in the beauty of the carnival games around you. You let go of your troubles and ventured onto a few rides, but not the Ferris wheel. Your heart raced with anticipation to go on that ride with Tenko. Still, the only thing dimming your excitement was the presence of Touya and Shiori. Everywhere you turned, it seemed they had latched onto you like a pair of shadows, never letting you or Tenko out of their sight. They made you feel like prey.

As you passed by a cotton candy stand, your stomach began to growl. Tenko glanced over at you and asked, "What do you think? Do you want some cotton candy?"

You eagerly nodded your head and responded, "Yes, please! I'm starving!"

"You look a bit wobbly," He took your hand and led you to a bench. "Wait for me here. I'll stand in line." Your hand felt ever so slight in his, and he gently pulled you close for a swift kiss. You smiled before giving him one last hug and sending him off. You couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of your future dates. You are starting to hope it will be with Tenko.

Your heart sank as you watched Shiori ghost up on Tenko, her words a mystery. Before you could gather your wits, Tenko had vanished into the crowd, and you squeaked in panic. Frantically you looked around for some sign of him, and your mind raced with dread. Then, just when you thought all hope was lost, Touya appeared right in front of you. 

"Whoa there, little mouse, you look lost," Touya smirked.

"I…uh lost Tenko," you stutter out. 

"Don't worry," He said when he snatched your hand. You squeaked in surprise. Touya dragged you through the milling crowd, determination in his eyes, and you let him. I really am getting too used to being led around by guys,  you think. He pointed to the Ferris wheel, fervently declaring, "I lost Shiori too. I bet we can get a good view from there!"

Yelping in surprise as he hurried you both to the front of the line and before you could so much as protest, he murmured something to the man on duty, slipping him an undisclosed sum of folded yen.

"Wai-," you were saying when you were shut in a small two-person bubble on the wheel, with Touya too close. The wheel lurches, and you are thrown into him. You quickly scramble from him with a squeak. You frantically search for Tenko, and Touya chuckles at you.

"You really shouldn't let your guard down so much, little mouse," Touya grinned with delight, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "You are so cute," he said in a low voice, his breath tickling your ear. "Don't worry, I don't bite unless you ask me to, of course. Wait until we are higher to look," he added. 

"H-h-hey, I have a name," you managed to spit out. 

"But you are so cute and squeak, just like a little mouse," Touya replied. You are trying not to get flustered but fail dismally. The cart jerks, and you clutch at him as the egg sways. 

"S-s-s-sorry," you sputter.

This thing seemed to be made, so you are thrown around. It felt like an eternity as you fearfully clung to Touya. You squirmed uncertainly, and Touya seemed to like that. When you notice you are pressing your chest against him, you shove yourself away. It was awkward for you as you tried to make yourself as small as possible in the corner. 

"Look at that," Touya says. Touya's eyes widened as he pointed out the window on his side, and a surge of adrenaline rushed throughout your body as you leaned forward to see if he spotted Tenko, and the wheel jerked suddenly. You land in his lap in surprise. You scrambled to get off him but ended up wrenching his jacket and inadvertently pulling him on top of you as you landed on the ground with a groan. You both grunted in surprise and as Touya grinned down at you like a mischievous imp, you couldn't help but blush.

"Little mouse, I like how forward your being," Touya purrs.

"I'm sorry! Fuck! Sorry! Fuck!" You sputter. Embarrassment flooding in as your face burns hot. Every instinct screams for you to pull away. But all you can do is lay there, trapped in an escalating spiral of humiliation. You feel something rigid and hard pressing against your stomach. When you look down, you see Touya's unmistakable bulge tucked in his pants, rubbing against you. You squeak and freeze, unable to speak.  

"That's a cute reaction," Touya croons wickedly, as the gap between your mouths is closing.

"Ah-ah, no!" you cried out, desperate to halt his kiss, even as his words reverberated in your mind. Trembling, you brought your hands up to cover his mouth, feeling his lips and hot breath move against your palms. Your heart pounded as his gaze burned into yours, and you weren't sure what would happen next.

"That's hot," he mumbles around your hands. He pulls back and grabs your hands to bring you up with him. The cart rocked, and you clutched at him for dear life, "Little mouse, you really need to stop teasing me like this. I'm at my limit here."

"OH MY GOD!" you erupt, pushing him away forcefully. "You're a real scumbag, Touya. I don't want to make out with a guy who would kiss his best friends' girlfriend while on a date. I don't care how handsome you are. Not acceptable," you continue, your tone dripping with disgust. You can't look at him. You are so revolted, your arms crossed, your face scrunched in utter fury, and you stare out the window. Touya roared with laughter. It only made your blood simmer more. You felt your lip tremble and your mind race with worry because Touya laughed so hard he held his ribs.

"You are even cuter when you put your little righteous foot down. Look at that pout. Your little foot stamp is adorable," he chuckled, wiping away tears and mimicking your posture, "Would it help if I tell you we are not even friends. Our partnership is purely based on the same endeavors, mutual acquaintances, shared wealth, and fiery hate for our fathers. What now, little mouse? I wasn't trying to kiss my friend's girl. I was trying to kiss my cute little mouse," A smirk twisted his lips as he waited for your reaction.

Your mind wandered as you said, "I didn't know Tenko had a father..." Something is wrong with these two, you thought. The warning rang in your ears as you remembered what all the girls said about these two. Touya's deception had the power to completely unravel you. As your thoughts raced, you felt a rising anger boil up inside you. You scold yourself mentally. This is just the thing you were warned about. Touya will toy with your head if you let him. You spun around to face Touya, eyes blazing, and spat, "I'm still Tenko's girlfriend!"

"Not from what I heard," he chuckled sarcastically. "You are being blackmailed. That would make sense. A cute little virgin like you, indeed, there is no other way he would get you." Your mouth dropped open in shock as Touya smirked, his eyes passing judgment on the rumor that had made its rounds. Tenko is blackmailing you, which means you have done something terrible. It is a bad reputation to have at AU. You need to be sure to squash it immediately. 

"I find the discussion about my virginity conceptually and physically inappropriate. It's none of your business," you gritted.

 "Ah, you know how I know? It's because he hasn't made you cry yet," Touya spoke in a smug and self-assured voice. "He can pretend he cares, but he has a cruel streak in him. He is a sadist. You can call me whatever you want, but I'm just trying to save you from having to come running to me, weeping, when he breaks your heart or pussy," Touya smiled. Now it was your turn to laugh, although it felt hollow and bitter in your chest. Your heart races as the Ferris wheel rises faster than ever, the world spinning below you. You cling to him, your chest pressed tightly against his. You look up into his eyes, and your voice is almost a whisper.

"I know you are heartless. This whole conversation proves what the girls say about you is true," you say, and you can feel his grip on you tightening. He gazes back at you, his breath quickening and heart pounding just as hard as yours.

"Are you looking into me, little mouse? Your gaze tells me all I need to know," he leans in to confide in you, "That you're fascinated by me. Everything I've heard suggests we were meant to be. I understand if you are unsure, but I'm here for you. You can rely on me to keep holding onto you." You shudder. Touya is a gamer. Only his game is manipulation, and it's scary. 

"E-e-ew, how did you get in the hero program? When is this thing going to stop? You don't know anything about me," You sputtered, repulsed, and unsettled the more you knew about the real Touya. 

He smirked at your fidgety movements, a twinkle in his eye that made you uneasy. You would be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that you are also afraid and turned on. He let out a deep chuckle as his icy eyes roamed over you. His quirked eyebrow carved into the tension, and he pushed some hair away from your eyes. 

"Oh, I've got eyes in the back of my head, little mouse. I looked into you, too," he said, his words echoing with danger. He leaned closer, his voice strong and sure. "And I'm here to make sure you don't become a mouse that gets stepped on. I paid for an extra-long ride," He added, a devilish glimmer in his gaze. "I never had any girl reject me or tell me no. It lit a new fire in me," he muttered as if lost in his own thoughts. Then his cold, mischievous gaze focused on you again, and he declared proudly, "All Might! All Might helped me to get into the hero program. Trust me. You will find that funny later on when you get to know me better," He laughed, triumphant.

You think you don't want to get to know him better, but part of your plan is to. The Ferris wheel continues to whirl around you, and the two of you are spinning just as fast, the sudden intensity between you becoming almost too much to bear. At that moment, everything seems to stand still. Even the Ferris wheel stops moving, and you know, you just know, that all the rumors and stories are true. All Might? What was that about? Another connection between Touya and Tenko is All Might. The Ferris wheel finally stopped, the moment still suspended in time, but you were soon brought back to reality as Touya extended a helping hand to you. A gentle reminder that all things come to an end. You stepped off the ride, ready to explore any potential link between them.

“Umm…Uh… I wanted to talk to you about something later. It has to do with what we've been discussing. Maybe tomorrow, if Tenko has me over," you say nervously.

"You're not heading back to our place tonight?" he asked, his voice laced with disappointment. You wished it wasn't so, but there was no denying the answer. You shook your head, allowing your feelings of guilt and shame to sink into the depths of your soul.

"I heard she's been living in a cybercafé," Shiori interjected. It's as if she appeared out of nowhere. Her words are like a slap in the face. The silence that descended at that moment was deafening, and you wished more than anything that you could disappear into thin air. Your shameful secret was out in the open. You had nowhere to hide.

"Is that true?" Tenko asked, appearing behind you. Tenko's expression shifted, his face turning steely as he faced Shiori and Touya. You could feel the tension in the air like a wave, ready to sweep you away and ruin any chance of a peaceful reunion. You bit your lip, trying to avoid Tenko and Touya's questioning gaze, dreading the moment he would discover the truth.

"I was going to tell you tonight. I got a hotel for us nearby," you say on the verge of tears. Avoiding the subject, you do not want to ruin tonight by having to turn down homing offers, like you are a lost pet. 

"That's not a big deal. I have a place you can stay," Touya offers. You flinched as you tried to force out your words, tears streaming down your face instead. Tenko cut him off with a snarl and a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Shut up. I'll take care of my girl. Why don't you keep your damn bitch on a leash?" Tenko snarled as he dragged you off, fingertips digging painfully into your arm. Tenko's face contorted as he shot Shiori a piercing glare. You wanted to explain, but things felt so tense this seemed like the wrong time. Tenko's expression changed to one of desperation as he searched your face. "You got a hotel?" he repeated, his voice strained with emotion. "For us?" You nodded, and he eased his grip. Still guiding you to a long line.

Shiori  sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Well, that was a definite bust for me," she said to Touya, her voice as light as a feather, feigning that rejection didn't hurt. Despite her despair, Touya offered her a reassuring smile.

"Not for me. My tutor told me, "Do not miscalculate the significance of heroes with remarkable abilities and the subtleties of deception. The effects of malicious intentions are a seed of destruction that will eventually manifest, yielding fruit and results." On that note, call the local hotels. Find the one they are staying at," Touya instructed.

"Separate beds and room service, or I'm not going along with this anymore. Tenko made it clear he doesn't want me," she remarked, perusing the local hotels in frustration. "I don't know why I accepted this in the first place."

Touya's voice crackled with impatience, instead of his usual smoky drawl, as he looked at Shiori, "Quit thinking. It's not your forte; no one put you in charge. Smile and do as I tell you. When I give you the signal, you pursue Ten. I want my little mouse to stop interfering. Trying to explain it all to you is an exhausting task. Money isn't an issue, so get whatever you please."

"I honestly don't know what you guys see in such a basic girl," Shiori grumbled furiously, her lackluster voice echoing in disbelief. A powerful blue bolt of flame suddenly rippled through the air in front of her eyes, bursting into a crescendo of searing light that stunned her, causing her to drop her phone and jump back. He issued a warning, and Shiori shuddered to see the real Touya.

"She is not basic. She could be the one to make my wildest dreams a reality. We'll separate those two," Tenko murmured to himself. Remembering how you refused him and saw the real him and stuck around, an evil grin spreads across his face. Watching where you had disappeared into the crowd while Shiori pouted.

"What  are we doing here?" you asked. Tenko hands you the box, nervously mumbling that Shiori had suggested it, claiming it had a shorter line and he hoped you'd like it more. Taking it from him, you tentatively open the box and behold a veritable explosion of color. There it sits, the hefty, sweet mountain of sugary delight, with a single plastic fork waiting to be plunged deep into the swirling mass. "What is it?"

"A cotton candy burrito. It is filled with ice cream and candy wrapped in cotton candy," he rasped. Scratching his neck. He held up the romance manga, his finger tracing its dog-eared corners, a broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You raised your eyebrows quizzically, and he whispered as if he was about to share a great secret, "I heard the artist who drew this was here today." You gasped, realizing that this was your favorite Manga from home. Another sign that you shared something special with Tenko. He likes romance too.

You pick up the fork and take a bite. Lightning strikes and a spark erupts inside of you. You can't help but be filled with passion. It was that good. You look at Tenko and realize the gesture wasn't just for yourself. His love language, physical contact, and gifts. What you have with him is something deeper than anything you've ever experienced. Waves of guilt start to crash around you, struggling with your inner criticisms. Tenko throws up many red flags. Tenko is slyly peeking at you from his side eye through his hair to see your reaction. You grant Tenko a weak but warm smile. Tenko catches sight of it, and his entire body relaxes. It reminds you why you slowly started to feel something for him in the first place. He takes a step closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Can I have a bite?"

You playfully hide it from him, shoveling more into your mouth, "Hell no." you say. A sudden chill runs through you, causing your eyes to pop open. You clench your head and groan, "Brain Freeze!" Tenko chimes in all too quickly with, "Ah, karma."

You can't help but laugh. Even if you haven't learned your lesson, you still offer him a bite. He chews and swallows with a grimace and shakes his head. "It's not as good as yours," he mumbled, letting you eat the rest alone. You both get your Manga signed and even a handshake with a selfie. Apparently, Tenko does have money because this had to be pricey.

"You have always considered me!" You say spontaneously. You have to ask him now before you chicken out.

"What?" He questions, scratching himself.

"I noticed. That you go out of your way to treat me as an equal. I hate it. But I also love it. That's why I want to go on the Ferris wheel together," you choked, building your courage to say the next part. "And spend the night together," your voice turned pleading as you gazed deeply into his eyes. He gave you a perplexed look, his brow creasing lightly as he narrowed his eyes.

"Did he touch you?" he grits, scratching his neck harder. That threw you off. 

"No. We went on the Ferris wheel to look for you." Which technically wasn't a lie. You fell all over Touya and stopped it from going further.

"Good." Tenko tenderly kissed your forehead, sending tiny shivers down your spine. His hand intertwined with yours, guiding you to the fateful Ferris wheel, a place that would offer a view and a promise of a lifetime. You whispered for him to pay extra yen for a longer ride. He pulled out a stack of yen, offering to spare no expense for an extra-long ride. He even bypassed the endless line, buying you the coveted view of the endless ocean at night. You hesitantly stepped into the shaky car, fully aware of the breathtaking view your eyes were about to behold.

You cling to Tenko nervously. Your heart thrums in your chest as you embrace Tenko tightly, "As much as I love this, why don't you buckle in?"

"There are seat belts!" you growl.  Damn Touya , you think. The night is alive, and every second is drenched with tension and excitement.

"It's ok. You can hold onto me. I'm buckled in, so you will be safe," Tenko reassures. You cling to Tenko and feel the warmth of his embrace as his heartbeat thumps louder in his chest. He looks into your eyes, and you feel the weight of the world fall away. Knowing that what awaits will be worth the risk. In private, he is very captivating and sweet. He plays with your hair, his chin resting on your head, looking at the lights dancing off the ocean. The air is heavy around you with anticipation.

"There are supposed to be fireworks. I paid for us to get the best view," Tenko grinned. You tenderly brush away a few stray strands of his hair from his eyes, carefully taking in his beauty. His hair had grown longer than you ever remembered. You meet his gaze and are lost in his ruby eyes. The fireworks are the last thing on your mind.

"I want to go all the way tonight," you whispered, your words dripping with anticipation. An evil smile slowly spread across his cracked lips, promising things you could barely fathom. His voice was like silk as he spoke.

"Then we should get you ready," Tenko purred. Giving into your desires, you let him adjust you on his lap. His hand went up your skirt and slipped between your legs, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers teased your lips apart. Heat rushed through your body as his fingers stroked and massaged your delicate flesh. The night sky sparkles with stars and twinkling lights when suddenly the sky is alight with an array of colors as fireworks flash and boom in the background.

The Ferris Wheel stopped at the top, and your face flushed Tenko's finger caressed you tenderly. His expert touch elicits a gasp of pleasure from your trembling lips, and your body quivers in response to every intimate stroke of two of his fingers. Your eyes close, and your head tilts back in his chest as the sensations grow more intense, your breath quickening and your fingers gripping the edge of the seat and the shoulder of his jacket.

"No, no. Open your eyes. I want to see you cum with fireworks in your eyes." The energy around you seemed to spark like electricity as Tenko ordered you in a deep, husky growl. When you obeyed, your heart nearly stopped when you saw that he was biting his lip while studying you intently, with a fire in his ruby gaze. "Good girl," he breathed, and it felt like tiny fireworks were set off inside you when he added a third finger. Your fingers dig into the seat and shoulder.

"That hurts, Ten-chan," you whimper, tears pooling in your eyes.

"Shhh," he soothed as he ran his gentle fingers through your hair. "I know it does, but I'm very big. We have to take our time so I don't accidentally cause you more pain. I don't want to hurt you. Open your eyes and keep them on the sky." His breathing became labored as he spread his fingers. The fireworks burst in the sky, enveloping you in their cascading beauty. Tenko increased the pressure on your sweet spots. He spreads his fingers, and you groan, trying to squirm away from the intense stretching he is doing.

"You're too tight. Relax. You look exquisite. So wet," Tenko moaned. Suddenly you are swept away in a wave of pleasure. Tenko's fingers wildly explore your innermost depths, and your body becomes an electrified conduit of pure bliss. Your pussy clenching down on him, pushing his fingers out, he clenched his teeth. You cling to him tightly, a loud moan escaping your lips as the ecstatic waves of pleasure wash over you and the last of the fireworks dissipates into the night. You mewl and pant.

"Good job," he praised. Pulling his fingers from you, he began licking them clean as the Ferris wheel moved in its slow circle. When your climax began to subside, you took a few moments of peaceful bliss before sitting up, still feeling his digits in you. He leans in to kiss you, and you stop him with a raised hand.

"There's a story that you will get married if you kiss on the Ferris wheel," you pant. Tenko face contorted in anger.

"Would that be the worst thing?" He seethed. You shook your head and regretted it.

"No. It's just that we are a little young for that. Let's take our time," you answer. You have been scared of this ride from the very beginning about going to the festival. Your family legacy had left a bad taste in your mouth. Now, you didn't want to promise anyone a marriage. Tenko doesn't need to know that, you think. Tenko softened, pressing his mouth and cheek to the back of your hand, and you could almost feel the longing in the air. He didn't kiss you, though.

"Then we'll take our time," he smiles, "Let this just be a taste of what may come." Your heart races as the Ferris Wheel slowly moves. The anticipation is mounting as you ascend into the encircling heavens, watching the silhouettes of the stars and the moon cloaked in the night sky. He tenderly holds your hand, and you look into his eyes, filled with promise and hope of what may come. Words are forgotten. Only you and Tenko are suspended in a world of pure bliss. Your knees are weak, and you silently pray that the ground will stay still and solid beneath your feet. As the Ferris Wheel slowly stops, the memories of the extraordinary experience imprint on your heart forever, and you can't help but grin.

Tenko caught you before you stumbled, lifting you up and carrying you like his bride, no matter how much you protested. An undeniable passion blazed through his eyes, and as his lips pressed against yours, the flavors of your desire and his vape pen burst on your tongue. He pulled away, eyes burning with urgency, his chest heaving as he uttered, "Let's go to the hotel."

Unsurprisingly, you didn't argue as you wrapped your arms around his scarred neck.

[h0estar]

catching up to bnha (spoilers for chapters 387-390)

i did not thug it out fr.

the way 2021 me was anticipating a todoroki family confrontation, getting excited about it, and predicting that i would 100% cry. well, fast forward to 3 years later and she was absolutely right.

how did 4 chapters of a shonen manga manage to scrape off 50 years of my lifespan? every page i turned felt like my heart was going to bleed out from my chest.

the reveal that toya always had rei's quirk was actually a punch in the gut!! i was in my little corner crying over the parallels of how every time toya would self destruct, his mother in her own way kept him in check... and when he was about to literally blow up and take everything down with him, rei physically showed to stop him and oh! i can't do this ahahafkkadks

"Everyone's...watching me. Is this what it feels like? If it was... so simple a thing, then why? Why not... sooner?"

i'm not even going to lie. the chapters had my ass looking like this. i was full on sobbing from chapter 387 and it just got worse with each page. it was hell on earth. pain. so much pain. pain everywhere.

"why not sooner?"

hey, haha. so i actually disintegrated :)

all this boy ever wanted was for his family to look at him. to watch him. to acknowledge him. to know he was trying his best. to help him. be there for him. and every time i think about this, my heart hurts every single fucking time because it really was a simple thing, but why? why had no one done it sooner ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ

seeing rei, fuyumi, and natsuo show up in the battlefield to confront toya, endeavor hugging toya mid-battle, toya's vision of his whole family (except shoto ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ) surrounding him, happy and proud; shoto showing up and saying he alone wasn't enough to stop him and that maybe he wasn't actually the family's masterpiece (while looking at toya djwkdkw).

shoto's inner monologue of how he wants to cry for others, and how right now he's trying his best to stop toya with his family because he still has so many things he wants to say, so many arguments he still wants to have with his older brother and with his family. and it's painful to think that despite being siblings, toya and shoto barely interacted before all this. they never had a chance to build that brotherly connection, yet shoto still sees him as a his older brother and wants to understand him better more despite toya probably not feeling the same way faijfkwkd.

and you know what takes the absolute fcking cake for me?

their parents apologizing.

i actually full on sobbed when endeavor finally took full responsibility. when rei and endeavor apologized. when endeavor was dragging his feet to hold the defeated toya in his arms and say sorry for not showing up. when endeavor apologized for what he put every member in his family through. from toya to rei, fuyumi, natsuo, and shoto. when toya was saying how much he hated his family, and endeavor sat there accepting everything... i was crying with them. i was in so much pain, genuinely.

the tragedy of the todoroki family being my favorite mha subplot speaks a lot. again, i feel so much for toya and i love him with all my heart and seeing this depressing family patch up and confront their past together, without leaving anyone behind actually formed a huge gap in my soul, sanity, mind, and whatever's left of my heart.

these chapters were mad depressing, and i will be sending horikoshi my therapy bills pretty soon.

featuring the manga panels that sucked my tear ducts dry.

[majorproblems77]

Recalled update! So I am here to yell about it for 30 minutes thanks :)

*Scrambling to escape the void that has consumed me over the last few weeks.*

HI, ITS ME

Okay, so we've got a recalled update! Im very excited and have been pouring over this update for a while.

Uni is consuming my life haha.

they are headed towards the castle while having some very important discussions. Mainly, what on earth do we call you all. (Which in its own right I find amusing haha. )

Okay, time for the important things! Recalled and all panels belong to @recalled11 and its wonderful artist @l3ominor. Go check it out!

You can find the comic page here!

Now lets get started because if i dont scream about my blorbo in approximately 5 seconds I'm gonna die

I love group photos of any Calabar, it's awesome to see them all together. And watching fabrics flow is detail that I am obsessed with thank you.

ALSO HIS WIFE AHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM

Its the blorbo, look at hims.

Also i love how chill he is about this. Like, 'oh more problems? Awesome, I needed something to do today' kind of vibe I love it.

Sky's walking stick! I love how inclusive of all sorts of things this AU is i thoroughly enjoy it. He gives me the I can kill you with this walking stick, but also have you met my wife vibes and i love him.

Time and Malon running off like this brings me great joy i love them.

And, sky. Are we talking about your journey or something else cause that's pretty ominous there. foreshadowing? Are we gonna get more about the past of these heroes at one point I'd love to know more about them.

It is a massive Hyrule, espically when you think about just how long it takes to get across each of them in-game. Wild's game it actually takes so long to get across even just Hyrule field.

Time please step back from the edge you're giving me anxiety.

Also backgrounds my beloved. Beautiful i love them.

PFFFFFFT

OMG

When i tell you i was laughing at this for a few minutes i mean it oh my god this is wonderful.

And Malon?! OMG

I find this so damn funny. Its wonderful.

Im so glad everyone is confused it makes this 10x funnier.

(You think when they get to know each other better he'll let Sky/Sun have a go? I would love to see that so much.)

Also seeing Wild smile, Like really smile. The boy deserves the world.

Im glad he's having fun. Its also great to see Zonai tech being used after the events of the 2nd game like this.

Yes, let's step into the wooden box of who knows what together? It'll be fun! :D

Flower, you gotta remember that these people have never seen this sort of thing, please explain.

Like you're doing right now flower? Like you're doing right now?

Everyone is so trusting of this box. I love it.

Just gonna say how GENIUS this is? LIKE A LIFT USING ZONAI WHEELS

I LOVE IT

This tells a lot

Sky is just impressed, look at how happy he is. Wonderful bean

Sun is hanging out, (Is she holding his hand? Thats cute) :D

Captain the professional as always.

Malon and Time are the absolute chaos of the group. Just look at them, Time has obviously never seen something like this and so him being the one who's like basically fallen over here makes so much sense.

Got me cackling again tho, I love this group of idiots a healthy amount.

Them <3

I was thinking about it tho... And the sailcloths they are identical. And we know they are married...

What if the sailcloths are a sign of marriage in this universe? Why else would they both have the same one, down to the blue outline on the edge that is closest to them. Like you give your lover a meaningful symbol to show your love for them, and in Sky's case he made a sailcloth for sun after she made the one he's wearing for him during the events of Skyward sword.

I think its the same one because his one looks significantly bigger than hers, which to me tells of a practical use as well as a decorative or symbolic piece. 332

Like im probably reading too much into this but then again. They are so cute that they would actually do that.

Captain pulling the absolute shenanigans of a group back on track. He is the brain cell of the group you can't change my mind.

HE CALLS HER SUNSHINE AHHHHHH

I LOVE THEM

THESE TWO MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME

Why is everyone in this comic so damn adorable okay, these guys are just cinnamon rolls who saved the world.

Just look at Time's face? You can't tell me he isn't the most cinnamon of the rolls.

AWWWWWWWWW

Have I mentioned how much I love Captain? Cause he is just so chill, but also professional. Professionally chill? Sure.

I can see a stressful situation coming up, and he just is the stoic leader who gets everyone in line and ready to fight the threat.

And flower, Who is just so sweet. I can understand not wanting to be referred to as princess now that their Hyrule is like how it is. I'm surprised this hasn't come up sooner. But it's cute.

Oh the silent princess. How symbolic you are.

I know people are not really into the flower thing but I am, you think we will see some nightshade at one point?

The flower.

The 2 flower heads, one open, one closed, The blue into white. With the yellow detail. It's Flowers colour pallet to a T and I love it. Maybe as we progress through the story we will see pictures of the silent princess again but with a flowering bud or maybe if something bad happens a slightly sad looking one?

I am obsessed with symbolism, so if those become a thing watch this space cause I will be excited about it!

(In fact looking at it I think, the stem in the middle and the yellow on her clothes are colour-matched. A nice detail!)

Okay thats all from me! :D

Have a great day/Night!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Happy Sunday~ Here are today’s replies.

anxiously-sidequesting asked:

HIIII I haven't said anything in a while but I wanted to say I LOVE YOUR TWST ART (well all of your art actually)!!!!! It's very chef's kiss 🤌🏾 and I hope you have a good day ❤️

Ahh thank you so much!!! <3 This is so sweet of you, I’m very happy to hear that!

Anonymous asked:

🤖👑

Hey! It’s the OruVil shipper! Don’t worry this ask doesn’t need to be answered but I just thought I’d let you know after all these years (I last had a major active blog in around 2011-13 WOW) I’ve actually started one and it’s thanks to you!

I’m over on WrithingDepth shooting out my twst HC’s and little one shots, I’ve yet to drop any OruVil and the blog is pretty new but I’m an older tumblr user with a full time job and nice anon lifestyle so if you guys ever just wanna hmu for a chat me and partner spend a lot of time discussing HCs and world building as well!

I’ll most likely link up the OruVil fic eventually there too.

Have a great day!

After some thinking I decided to actually post this ask for anyone who could be interested to read your work. Anything Ortho-related is so underappreciated, and after the discussion we had via asks a couple of weeks ago, I think it’s only fair to share in this specific case.

I am very excited to hear it whenever people get inspired to create unapologetically self-indulgent content. I honestly think this is one of the most important things one could do creativity-wise, and having people to share this self-indulgence with is truly amazing. Thank you so much for sharing with us <3

furubatsu asked:

I feel like you may have answered this before, but if so I can't find it. Also I'm a sloppy whore for the childhood friends to lovers pipeline SO!

Thoughts on Jack/Vil? While I agree Vil probably lost his virginity to Rook I can see these two being eachothers first Kisses (for "practice" reasons, of course) and maybe even awakenings? I love your analysises so I'm really curious about your take on these two.

HONESTLY? A GOOD PIPELINE!

We do have one post about Jack/Vil, and it’s a hc post, but it’s 8 months old oops. But I still stand by everything I’ve said there lol so you can check it out of you haven’t already.

Jack and Vil could easily be each other’s first crushes, and honestly a handsome polite boy who doesn’t even watch TV is probably the best candidate for a young star that is Vil to have a first attempt at kissing with. It would also be a nice contrast to their other first time, because even though they were on the same page when they were younger, now Vil is the more experienced one of the two, and he’s probably going to enjoy guiding Jack as they do it. Well, if Jack gets overwhelmed, horned up and feral, there won’t be much guidance going on, but in theory lol I feel like Vil is the “oneesan” type partner in this ship.

Anonymous asked:

My only reason to genderbend twst is that it's literally an excuse for Riddle always end up into someone's plsuh chest (same could be said for Idia and all the tiny chest gorlies)

Honestly no other reasons are needed lol this one is good enough. It’s like big boobs just keep following Riddle everywhere, they torment her, they abuse her, they suffocate her… or maybe it’s all in her head? What if she is just way too obsessed with it? And yes, being literally suffocated by Floyd’s chest has absolutely nothing to do with it lol

And Idia constantly gets to feel like a vn protagonist, but the vn itself is very cursed. Where are all the nice ladies, why is everyone so dangerous and scary?? Delete the game and get a refund ASAP-

(Meanwhile Lilia’s out there just… hunting…)

[katrinegrey]

A Fire in the Flesh final thoughts

Major Spoilers (and rambling) ahead y'all. You've been warned.

[This was typed on mobile. I apologize in advance for the terrible formatting and spelling in addition to my post-book excited nonsensical ramblings.]

Excuse me while I scream and cry and bemoan the next 6 months we'll have to wait to see Sera and Nyktos and everyone again even though we literally just got the new book yesterday.

I'm so happy with where this book cutoff too. Like, there's still plenty that has to happen but there's no awful cliffhanger. The first like two thirds were a little bit of a struggle, not gonna lie, but in true JLA fashion that last third was *chef's kiss*.

I thought Nyktos was going to be my favorite character to come out of this book, as he had with the previous two, but he wasn't. It's fully Sera and by an absolute fucking mile. She's perfect.

The parallels in this book between Flesh and Fire and the Blood and Ash series were exactly what I've been hoping for. All the little pieces are starting to come together in a big way with the plot (pretty poppy, sotoria's whole storyline, why Kolis was never killed outright, etc.) but also all of the tiny little tidbits thrown in. Sera slamming her hands over her face, the cavern, how she keeps talking about how she would want to treat her kids...it was all so beautiful.

Getting to know some of the other characters better was great too. That was one of my biggest complaints, how so many of the side characters weren't fleshed out as far as they feel like they could have been. That changed quite a bit with Attes and Rhain, but even the villainous characters like Callum, Kyn, Veses, and Calliphe. The depth they're given without giving a pass to the awful things they've committed was masterfully executed.

I will say, on a very personal and petty side note, there was a severe lack of young draken in this one, and I will pout until May about the lack of Jadis and Reaver. However, that part where Sera is mostly unaware in her dreamlike state, while but she feels Jadis on her legs was just too cute for words.

Speaking of words, my GODS did Nyktos have some. I was a little worried with as little page time that boy had in the first two thirds that they weren't going to be able to flesh him out enough to satisfy, but ho mama was so wrong. Chapter 39 to finish was perfection of every kind. Heartbreaking and hot and sweet.

And if anyone has a petition going for an ASOAAB type book of Sera in stasis from Nyktos' perspective, I will totally sign it.

Seeing Sera go full Primal in the next book will be so worth the wait. I desperately need to see her talk to Ezra again too.

Rating: 5 stars

[raayllum]

I know you love The dragon prince and that’s great. I binged the show after season three released. I listened to podcasts about the show . I listened to yours and felt really happy when I found people who also liked the show. Unfortunately I fell of during the hiatus between season three and four. I am patient person but three years was long. Also I watched the show for rallylum and through the moon just kind killed my love for them.Then I found your blog and was really happy. Then I saw how you felt about the owl house and it bothered me. As a neurodivergent person the show made me feel really seen. I know it’s stupid to be upset about an opinion. As a person who wants to be an English major how do find parallels between relationships and characters. You talk about certain ones and I don’t see them at all. Your probably more seasoned as a writer than I am so

Ps : sorry this is long and hope tdp ends well in your opinion

Few things:

1) I'm also neurodivergent (hi!) - specifically Autistic - and I have also largely wanted to be understood my whole life, much like Luz (according to S3). While a show making you feel seen can certainly be wonderful, meaningful, and sometimes even life changing, to me that's not enough to make it a Good (per my subjective tastes) Show. That's not to say TOH is a bad show - far from it - but it's one that didn't appeal to my particular tastes due to 1) too many characters and not enough screentime, 2) a lack of theme (which many kids shows don't have a ton of because they're, y'know, for kids), and 3) all of the characters have very black and white morality, and that's just less interesting to me.

Being upset about opinions is very natural, and it's not stupid, but it is also important to acknowledge that 1) you can't control how anyone else feels or interprets things and 2) no one else can control how you feel or interpret things.

2) I adored Through the Moon. Rayla's tendency to leave (and why) is always a hurdle I expected them to have to tackle at one point, and given that it's her main character flaw, I'm really excited and happy with the way it's been handled so far and how TTM kicked it off. The graphic novel also really resonated with me in Callum's place, as I too have loved many of my loved ones through incredibly difficult periods regarding their mental health, and the graphic novel felt very honest about the toll that can take on both parties in different ways, and how love/support can help, but ultimately isn't enough if the person isn't ready (or willing) to start trying to get better. It's not an easy pill to swallow, but it is a realistic and important one and I've enjoyed how the show has continued that storyline with Rayla (and Callum) into S4 and S5

3) Being an English major is not for everyone! I know many people who love to read and who are very good writers where an English degree would not suit them at all. It's a lot of reading (by my final year, there were some weeks where I was reading an entire 400 page book roughly every week, if not multiple at the same time). It is also a lot of writing (and my professors regularly chewed me out for my grammar). You also tend to kind of double being a history major as depending on what you're reading, you learn a lot of the religious/historical/cultural context in order to understand the language, references, and messaging intended by the author (and then whether or how much to disregard it, lmao). Being able to analyze — to see connections between characters and themes in particular, but other forms of symbolism and messaging — quickly is probably the main thing that saved my ass and let me stay on Honour Roll throughout my undergrad.

I have also been writing pretty seriously for a long time (I 'started' at age 10 but only really count age 12 onwards, cause that's when I first started writing 70k+ drafts every 1-2 years for original WIP stuff). A lot of what makes a good writer is being a good reader, taking your favourite stories (books or otherwise — movies, musicals, tv shows, etc can be gold mines) and figuring out what works in them and why, or why you like them (or don't like them), etc.

For example: The Owl House is a primarily character driven > plot driven story. In book form, it'd likely be Middle Grade to early YA. It's interested in character relationships among the main cast (any of the more villainous characters like Belos are never given the same amount of development or screentime) and some mild worldbuilding. It has some social commentary (mostly on the school systems through Luz and mental health through Eda) and an overall theme of "being different is good," breaking away from abusive systems/dynamics, and the importance of solidarity.

If I compare and contrast this to TDP, The Dragon Prince is far driven in equal parts by the plot (because it's wholly serialized) and by character. It is also very thematically driven — most notably how to break intergenerational cycles of trauma and violence, but also self-destructive tendencies, abuse, responsibility, power, grief, and concepts of justice and punishment. This is also reflected in the fact numerous villainous characters (Viren, Claudia, etc.) share close to equal screentime with the 'good guy' protagonists and heavily explores morality across a decently wide spectrum. It thereby has a more mature tone in its subject matter and would easily be YA in book form.

Which is to say: the best way to get better at analyzing is to break characters down to their basic plot structures (Character A does this, they want that, Character B does this, they want that, etc.) and see what pops up (for example, in Avatar The Last Airbender, Aang and Zuko both cannot go home, and duel Ozai when they're 13 years old, ultimately refusing to be violent against their opponent). You can also look at similar personality traits (curiosity, selflessness, carelessness, etc). Practice looking at the stories you love and figuring out what works and doesn't work for you personally — and then go beyond relatability to look more at subtext and symbols. Some of the best things I've ever read were books that had nothing relatable to my personal experiences in them (like The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini), and that was why I loved them because they got to broaden my horizons.

[cloud-somersault]

Hey, how are you doing? I hope you’re alright. 💕 I’ve been reading your status updates on Constellations and the Epilogue, and I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re amazing. Your writing is incredible and I love it. Your stories are so well thought out and the characters are ✨on point✨, and the plot is complex and detailed and aaahhh! It has me hooked! 🤩

And I understand how it hurts when you put so much effort and love into a story, only to post it and not see others be anywhere near as excited or invested as you are. I know how discouraging it can be. And it may be a little silly, but I do want to apologize for not commenting lately—life took some difficult turns for me healthwise around the end of last year and I haven’t been able to catch up! I’m still on Chapter 4 of Constellations! 😭 BUT Chapter 5 is open on my phone, and I am READY to read it as soon as I have the time (and mental energy, but that’s a whole ‘nother issue 😩). Don’t worry that your writing isn’t enough, or be discouraged if some readers don’t catch hints while others are figuring it all out seemingly too easily. Everybody reads and comprehends stuff differently, and it’s not a sign that your writing is bad if they don’t catch it! Honestly, I’m pretty bad at catching hints the first time I read a story unless they’re pretty darn obvious. I don’t usually notice subtle hints until the second, or third, or even seventh read-through, haha! (on the bright side, rereading stories and rewatching TV shows is always fun!) 😅

I guess what I really wanted to say is… don’t give up hope. Don’t lose your love and enthusiasm for your works, or feel like they aren’t worth writing because others don’t seem interested in them. At the heart of it all… at the end of the day… write because you love to. Because it makes you happy. And know that it doesn’t have to be “perfect”—the main goal should be that you enjoy it. That’s something I’m trying to teach myself, too. 💕

Thank you for taking the time to write this message and send it. I appreciate you're very kind words 💕I'm doing okay, I just had to take a step back for a bit from socials and stuff. I'm gonna keep that up for a while.

Please don't apologize for not commenting or taking your time reading. Your health always comes first, and I'm sorry if I came off as childish or needy, that wasn't my intention. Two things just happened that set me off and the timing of it was incredibly poor 😓

Please take your time reading; none of it is going anywhere, and don't feel obligated to leave comments either. i'm realizing that, even if chapters are short or long, finding the time to finish things is difficult, and everyone lives different lives. And I'm sorry about all the spoilers on this blog, I'll tag that better from now on.

But I really do think I got confused or disjointed in my perceptions; everyone here knows so much because i've been asked questions and given answers and people have interacted, so people following me here have more context than the average ao3 user. But I've kinda been expecting everyone to be on the same page, which will never be true.

I'm also the same way where it takes me a while to pick up on hints. I actually changed my writing style to prevent this. I got tired of reading books in college where you had to dive into every little thing. the hints and clues weren't obvious to me. I decided then that, when I wrote, I wanted things to be bold, obvious, but beautiful. I didn't want to make readers feel like they're missing something. I wanted them to trust that every answer, every clue would be answered in time. I made that promise to myself a decade ago, and being reminded of how different people interpret things just...made me remember.

I take writing really seriously, probably too seriously, but I've been doing it for so long and I love doing it. I want to be good at it. When it feels like I've gone back on that promise to myself, I get frustrated. I think of ways I could've fixed things. But I also remember that those books and those writing styles just weren't for me. I wasn't the target audience.

Sorry to go off on a tangent, but I wanted to explain why I got upset. I still love Constellations and I'm posting it on ao3 out of convenience, really. It's easier to reference and search there in one "Entire Work" than to have 5 documents open. The fact that others can see and read and have fun is a bonus. But I'm committed to telling this story, and I'm gonna finish with a bang.

Thank you, I won't forget why I'm doing this and that my thoughts/feelings come first! 😤I hope your health concerns are taken care of soon. Take it easy, and thanks again! 💕

[delphi-shield]

For your wip tag game:

I would love to know more about "Moving Forward" and "America's Suitehearts" pretty please? 🥹

OH THANK YOU FOR ASKING oh man, oh man this is exciting! i'm so sorry, i got so carried away. i had too many thoughts when i went back to skim these wips lmfao. i'm putting this under a cut that's how bad it is.

Moving Forward is a one shot and maybe the stupidest fic I've ever written. idk i like thinking about the transition periods between all the different leon's we get to see, and i was thinking about infinite darkness through re6 leon and his relationship with adam benford. i know a lot of people decry their friendship as character assassination but i genuinely have never thought that it was out of character. by re6 (and arguably infinite darkness, though he's still kinda finding his footing there) leon has resigned himself to operating in a broken, fucked-up system. he's able at this point to recognize the people around him who are trying to do good and trying to work within the same system to get shit done. leon is not and never has been a leader, he's consistently happy to hand over authority to a more established, senior power. he does not spearhead change. he'll hold his ground and speak up if something violates his personal code of ethics/morals but he is absolutely not reforming anything by himself, he is way too happy to fall in line and play good little soldier and by that point in his life he's recognized that about himself and he's playing to his strengths.

anyway only like half of that is relevant. the fic deals with leon's servitude and his attitude towards his work a little bit, but it's mostly a fluff piece in which leon takes the reader to have dinner with his friend. he neglects to inform them beforehand that his friend is president-elect adam benford. insert hi-jinks. here's where the fic gets its name!

The house is a two-story colonial, fresh paint, a manicured lawn with a BENFORD 2012 sign stuck in the front yard still.  It screams money.  “Always thought that was kinda tacky,” you tell Leon. “‘Moving Forward’ - like, yeah, I hope so. It doesn't even rhyme with Benford.” “It's a slant rhyme.” “Why do you even know what a slant rhyme is?”

America's Suitehearts on the other hand is basically me shoving all my Ashley headcanons into a fic and making everyone deal with that!! Post-re4, poly leshley/reader, extremely inaccurate portrayals of how the secret service operate with adult children of sitting US presidents because i'm struggling to research it. reader is a big lonely loser in this fic and they're really fun to write. part 1 is very office romance, slice of life-y, part 2 is established relationship, sort of navigating the awkwardness of the early stages of a relationship.

perfume and cologne also play a really big part in this fic. i think it started as a way to practice writing smells and then it very quickly just became 'okay but ashley would smell good though, she'd probably like gourmand scents'.

“I think it smells better on you,” you say, offering her a sheepish little grin over top the cubicle. You hand her the perfume back, catching the pout of her lips and the furrow of her brow when she looks up. Her fingers brush yours. Warm and soft, yet they still send a chill through your body. “That can’t be right,” she declares. She stands up, leaning over the low wall separating your desks, gesturing for your arm. You give it to her without a second thought. Her hands cradle your forearm. Her nose presses to your wrist. You’re grateful for the empty office. If she wanted to open her mouth and sink her teeth into your skin, you would let her just to feel her tongue laving at your skin, to have her teeth leave impressions in your skin like a flower pressed between pages. Jesus, what a weird thought. You’re going to have to unpack that later. Maybe find a date or something. Fuck, you’re lonely.

[just-a-creep-babe]

Hello! Welcome back!!

I’m absolutely thrilled to hear that you’re returning to activity after your well-deserved break. Your presence has been missed and I’m sure your followers are just as excited as I am to see you back in action!! :OO

It’s just great to see you’re getting back into the swing of things!

Switching to ko-fi? That sounds like an exciting change! Don’t sweat the small stuff like handle changes - these things happen and I’m sure everyone will find their way to your new page.

And! I'm sure your followers will be thrilled with the extra content. ^^

About Stripe, it’s pretty popular and generally reliable. But hey, it never hurts to do a bit of homework and check out what others have to say about it. Consider other users’ experiences, and perhaps even reach out to Stripe’s customer service if you have any specific concerns or questions. 

(I sadly don’t have any personal experience with it, but I can definitely do some digging for you!)

I’m truly sorry to hear that you’ve been facing challenges in your personal life. Life can be tough and unpredictable, but please remember that it’s okay to take things slow and prioritize your well-being.

Your followers understand and they’re here for you. Take all the time you need with the commission queue - your health and happiness are what truly matter and are the most important things!

Your works are anything but silly - they’re freaking amazing!! and we all adore them. They bring so much joy to many (including myself!). So, thank you- for sharing your incredible talents with us.

Lastly, I just wanna wish you nothing but the absolute best for the upcoming year. May it be filled with heaps of joy, incredible success, and pure happiness for you and your loved ones. Remember, every end is just the beginning of something new.

Keep shining and keep inspiring us all with your freaking fantastic works! 💖

P.S. I apologize for the late response to your post. But as they say, better late than never!

I just realized that I’ve written quite a lengthy message- whatever this is called! AHAHA. Welcome back!

Omg the way this nearly made me cry :")

I don't even know what to say or how to properly express my gratitude, but thank you so much for taking the time to write this, I really feel touched by how considerate it is <3

[skywalking-through-life]

I know imma lil late for the WIP title game but I’m here!! lol anywayyyy i was looking thru and there are just so many to choose from i was like imma ask about this one oh no wait what bout this one?? lolol but seriously for my ask i have 2 and you can choose which one you wanna do but it’s the Poseidon and Ms. Lafayette parent teacher conference or the fed kidnapping one which 👀👀 I’m actually really intrigued by but whichever you choose lol 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Hello there, dear friend! You are not at all late, but I am so excited that you decided to send me an ask even though you thought you were! 💙

You are too sweet - there ARE a lot of potential ones to ask about, lmao, because I have no chill and make notes about every idea I have. And I'm happy to say that I've actually already answered the Poseidon-Ms. Lafayette parent-teacher conference one here...

...so you're going to get an answer to both! I am honestly SO thrilled that you asked about the Fed kidnapping fic, because I have been DYING to talk about it! The amount of space it takes up in my waking and sleeping thoughts is CONSIDERABLE. Just the outline is right now is as long as [conduct not unbecoming]! 😭 I'm still holding a lot of cards close to my chest regarding this fic, but I'll give you some basics, and a tiny snippet of my outline! But before I do, just a heads up: this fic is actively going to explore darker topics and themes than I've explored in any of my published writing thus far. Characters are going to get seriously physically and psychologically hurt, face some pretty sadistic enemies, and have to reckon with some really intense moments. Because it is me I can promise 1) no major character death, and 2) a happy ending, but there will definitely be suffering before that happens. See more below the page break. 💙

Essentially, it is going to be one long sequel to my entire 'Percy's senior year (mis)Adventures' series (you'll see why once it's out), and it will be set just after his sophomore year at New Rome University. He and Annabeth are back in NYC for the summer, Annabeth has an internship, but he's still trying to figure out how to spend his summer. He's got some tentative hopes and plans, but because he's Percy Jackson...well, does anything ever go right for him? Here's a chunk of what will become the first chapter. You'll probably be able to tell what I mean by 'Fed kidnapping' after this. 😉

"Percy absently unlocks the front door, arms full of bags, not looking up but calling to his mom that he's home. 

It's as if the apartment is holding its breath. No one greets him, he looks up, concerned. "Mom?"

A toddler's squeal is heard from the living room, and is abruptly cut off.

He doesn't even stop to put down the bags, palms Riptide but doesn't upcap yet, comes charging in…and is brought up short by the presence of men in dark suits surrounding his terrified parents and baby sister. More suits emerge from the kitchen, weapons drawn.

Percy thinks for a moment about fighting, but freezes when the suits in the living room also draw their weapons and point them at him. He stiffens and holds his bag-laden hands away from his body. Too many guns to risk an open fight, not in this setting.

A suit who looks like he might be the leader has been sitting in Percy's favorite chair, cool as a cucumber, the whole time. With everyone frozen, he stands and casually starts talking. He is bland and boring looking, very gray, and he looks oddly familiar to Percy - though he can't figure out why.

"Hello, Perseus."

"Who the hell are you?" (Angry but controlled, eyes darting)

"An excellent question. But we need not concern ourselves with those particularities right now." (Smiles placatingly) 

Percy gives him a withering look.

"Now now, none of that. Your country is in need of men like you, son." (Charming, but only barely, flashes an official-looking badge)

"If this is the beginning of some kind of weird military recruitment spiel, don't bother. I heard enough of those in high school. I'm, uh…a pacifist." (Wary, thinking frantically)

"A pacifist, eh? Been in a lot of fights for someone who doesn't believe in violence," Rattles off a brief list of Percy's history of school incidents. (Still barely charming)

Percy is shaken by how much this guy knows, but doesn't want to show it. How does this guy know who he is? Who is he?

"...so don't try to lie to me, boy. It won't end well for you." (A hint of real menace)

Percy wants to snark back, but his danger sense warns him to shut up…for now. Probably not for long.

"Now, if you're done with the smart remarks, this is how this is going to work. You are going to put those bags on the floor. You are going to turn around, and you are going to put your hands on the wall behind you. You will be searched and secured. You will not resist. And you will come with us, quietly."

Percy is still, mind racing. This is no military recruitment spiel. So why does the government want him? Do they still think he's a potential domestic terrorist, or have they discovered he's more than meets the eye? So he falls back on the old standby: making fun of his enemies. "Very original, 007. What movie are you stealing all the cheesy lines from?"

Lead Suit does not like Percy's attitude, but mostly stays cool - only small cracks appear in the armor. But he now gives a command, and suddenly red laser dots appear on the heads of his mom, Paul, and Estelle. 

"I don't think you really appreciate the gravity of your situation, Mr. Jackson. Should you not decide to cooperate with us…well, actions have consequences."'

...dun dun dun! So yeah, I think you can parse out where this might potentially be going. 💀 I'm actually incredibly excited to write it, to get it out of this abbreviated form and onto ao3! But I have to finish 'Percy's senior year (mis)Adventures' first, or a bunch of things won't make sense. 😉

[acourtofthought]

I’m really annoyed by all the off-page development Elriels are trying to push on Elain lately. She has her found family with the wraiths! She’s already in love with Azriel! She’s training to be a spy! She’s happy in the Night Court! Why would SJM give us basically every bit of Elain’s healing journey off page? There’s no point in an Elain book if everything they are saying is true. I swear they’re getting louder and ruder on every platform lately & it really irks me that they accuse people of being all sorts of nasty things for not wanting Elriel whenever their headcanons would pretty much rob those of us who like Elain from seeing her develop on page. Not to mention how much of a reach some of those things are — we’ve been told over and over Elain in her element is social, loves parties and events, and wants to be seen. Doesn’t really fit with Az’s description of spy craft when he and Cass are waiting around in ACOSF. And maybe I have blinders on, but I 100% do not think Elriel is in love. Lust? Interest? Sure. But not love. I used to think they’d have a fling, but looking back at things, I don’t even think that will happen with how their “relationship” played out in ACOSF. Sorry for the long rant. Blogs like yours give me hope with all the informative responses & level headedness.

Why would anyone even want a book like that? Why do they want Elain fully healed when we could read about her anguish over the loss of her father, the devastation over being made and losing what she thought was the love of her life? Though I imagine once she falls in love with Lucien, she'll realize the difference between puppy love and true love ❤️😍 Why do they want Elain in love when we never got to hear her thoughts on how it felt to fall? Why do they want Elain to have her found family when we've never witnessed the sharing of banter that led them to that point? And why does anyone want her in the NC when one sister only thinks of her as a pleasant companion, one sister thinks of her as a dog, and neither Az or Nesta feel she should be allowed to do the very thing Nesta herself did? I don't want Elain to be fine and dandy at the start of her book. I want to read the depth and intensity of her emotions because of her pain and suffering over everything that's happened to her😂 That sounds cruel but it does make the eventual HEA more meaningful. I know not everyone sees it but Elain is intelligent and very good at conveying her thoughts with words (though we haven't seen it often). Where Feyre wasn't the best at explaining what she was feeling and Nesta's go to tactic was to lash out and blame others for what she was feeling, Elain is a character who can really delve deep with her words and that's exciting to me. But her starting off having all the things makes her character come off as extremely shallow with no need to feel much at all other than "I'm so happy! I have the greatest friends! I love Az!". 🤢😂 And thank you for your comments at the end!

[scarlet-ancunin]

One request for Doctor ian Wright coming right up!

Since Christmas is coming up how about a ian Wright x reader fic where R comes to surprise ian for Christmas as their relationship is long distance. R has to get ian friends to help them out with the surprise

aw okay ^^ so post au ben came back already, OMG Merry Christmas Everyone love YOU ALL ^^ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Home For Christmas

Ian was excited while messaging his long-distance lover they told them about how their day went at the facility and how they missed talking to you since it was only a certain time of day that they would be able to message you since your time zones are different. you have both been together for a very long time years if we are getting technical and those were the best years you both skype or called but they never once met in person for all those years together.

you were the CEO of a very know 5-star Hotel's around the world and you were currently in another location aiming to create a hotel there which you shared with them smiling. Ian was very proud of you and you both never once were upset when the other couldn't make the calls or even while on face time one or the other would doze off falling asleep hearing the voice of the other.

It was perfect and sometimes you both would talk about what would it be like to be in the arms of the other. Of course, you would giggle when they face time you to watch your favorite movie together and talk about it.

"I love you" Ian was the first to say it and You blushed deeply looking at Ian through the phone and giggling. "well what if I say I love you too" Ian would smile brightly "I would be very happy" that was the day you both confessed your love for each other.

ever since then, you both texted each other at any given time and sometimes at work too.

one day you decided you wanted to do a very nice surprise and you called your main company branch and asked them to book a one-way flight. you also contacted Jenn, Addison, and Magic who luckily for you had some type of social media page you contacted and told them some things about you and Ian and sent them secretly cute videos of them falling asleep while on call or they laughed or singing to you to which Addison melted.

Ian told their friends about you but never in detail, they kept their life pretty private. But the team helped you plan how you can surprise Ian Jenn and offered you to stay at her place until it was time.

"how long will you be staying?" Jenn asked smiling and Addison nods "well i purposely said I need someone to oversee this operation here as i will be opening another hotel in your area which would take a while since it would take three to four years to make meaning i can prolong my stay to spend time with Ian and hopefully you guys to"

Magic chuckles "of course and I'm sure Ian would love that too, i will give you an access ID to our facility and floor so it can be easy for you to enter."

It was Christmas Eve when everyone was working in the facility but Lucky For Addison Ben finished certain leaps and came back holding Addison close to which she let Ben know the details and they decided to use the chamber to hide in. but Ben needed to hide.

so he does smirking, and Magic had sent Ian to troubleshoot ziggy. you were amazed at the place but quickly ran into the chamber and stayed put waiting and smiling you felt your heart beat faster as you were finally going to see them in person.

Ian came back and Addison was there by the computer "Ian can you take over for me to talk to ben...I need a moment please" Ian felt bad and nodded "yes okay ill uh go for you stay strong Ben will come back in time" they said before walking off

the team slowly followed them and ben pops out of his hiding spot to see what would happen and of course holding Ian and Jenn your phone to record this perfect moment.

Ian walked in and his heart almost stopped looking at you "y-y/n you're... you're here is that" they laughed slightly nervous and excited "your really-" you cut them off by running towards them and hugging them tightly trying not to get too emotional at how happy they were to see you and you pulled away as they smile brightly at you and you both shared your first kiss and it was the best moment you could ever ask for.

"I wanted to give you my early Christmas gift" you giggle and Ian chuckles and looked down and back at you shyly "i love it y/n h-how long are you here for?"

"a pretty long time for now love and I want to spend every single moment with you" you kissed them once more and they respond to the kiss.

[sadistpet]

(( ok, i saw you post a portrayal meme i think and i just wanted to drop in there for a quick minute and do a thing; I AM SORRY IF THIS MAKES LITTLE SENSE I AM SO SLEEPY

oh my lord, where did you come from? like, you appeared one day and the volgin inside me was like 'AY OOP U WOT' and dont get me wrong i need to get on volgin and let these men make love but shhh enough of that a minnie while i talk some waffle;

firstly, your writing is. MWAH. the goOD CUSH. the best cush even? i've seen you talk of your education and like, in my opinion, it goes beyond that. like, i read your writing and im just- i feel as though i should get a hot cup of cocoa and snug up as if i'm reading a book. you're articulate and your words are beautifully written. im no critic by any means (high school level BAYBEEEE) but i can tell you now that when i read your writing, i'm simply blown away by how incredible it is. you can see the passion in your words, the way you describe things, people, places, etc. it's like seeing someone paint a beautiful picture - but with words! (if that makes sense???)

as for your portrayal; THANK YOU SO MUCH. seriously, thank you for showing us raikov. thank you for giving him more than just 'the pretty boy comic relief lover of big scary man'. you've given him so much more, while staying canon, respecting canon and doing canon justice. i think if kojima saw the way that you write raikov, he would give it his blessing because you truly do such a magical job with the character. i always say to people who are passionate about their characters that i love that, i admire it. it excites me seeing writers clearly in love with what they're writing and i always get that vibe from you. and AND as one side character writer to another, straight up solidarity with you, my friend. keep doing a wonderful job (i know u will).

fINALLY cause i have WAFFLED MASSIVELY, you - are so wonderful. seriously, always supportive, always sweet, always kind. i want to pat your head and show u to everyone like that one will smith meme. you're fab and i am SO so glad that we're moot moots. thank you for being so fabulous, i'd tell you to keep being amazing but i know that you will. <3 ))

OH MY GODDDDDS HAN YOU ARE SO SWEET ( CRUSHES YOU AFFECTIONATELY LIKE WHEN RAIDEN DOES IT WITH A SPINE ) YOU ARE LITERALLY SO SWEET IM THROWING UP SCREAMING CRYING

to answer your question of where i came from i was in fact delivered to this world in a very small little basket with pink bows on it and an atomic bomb in my hands. and i found out about raikov because my beloved showed me mgs2 and he loves raiden ( me too ) and raikov is obviously linked on his page and something about him just made me keep coming back. maybe because i am also blonde haired blue eyed love eating whiny mean and annoying. but something about him i just needed to write. i love love love taking neglected characters and doing a 2000s makeover to make them into an actual Character and he was a perfect candidate !

and then i nailed down this url and i just HAD to make this blog ESPECIALLY WHEN I SAW THAT YOUR BLOG EXISTED. OH MY GOD. i was like no now i need to theres a fucking stellar writer here writing volgin. i need to throw raikov at them with all the strength of a baseball pitcher or whatever theyre called idk baseball terms BUT YOU GET THE PICTURE. part of the reason this blog exists is literally because of yours. SO YOU HAVE YOURSELF TO THANK

YOURE SO SWEET since i developed cfs/me in my mid-late teens ive felt my writing has kinda. gone downhill. so it makes me so happy to hear that people are still enjoying what i'm doing ;o; YOU ARE SO SWEET I AM SO GLAD I DIDNT LET THE AVPD WIN AND STOP ME FROM MAKING THIS BLOG CAUSE AUGH. AUGH. everyone intimidated me so much but youre all so so sweet and nice to me i fucking baheem sob sob THANK U SO MUCH. GRABS YOU

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eeee thank you j!!!

🎈- describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

great question because i'm honestly not sure!! i started writing a LONGGG time ago, so it has definitely changed since then. i will say that the way i structure my writing has changed a lot-- i fucking LOVE big, sweeping, emotional paragraphs followed by one short, devastating sentence. obviously this doesn't work for all kinds of writing, but i still think that mentality affects how i write. it tends to be pretty big and grandiose, even if i'm describing a simple thing. pretentious? probably. but oh well. beyond writing itself, i like focusing on how exactly it will be read, how the words contribute to an ebb and flow. i don't think that quite answers the question, but... it's the best i got. but i will say my writing style is absolutely subject to change, and very influenced by what reading/writing i'm doing at the time.

💌- share something with us about a WIP that has you excited!!

oh man. i haven't WORKED on any of my poor WIPs in a while, but i do have ideas floating in my brain that i'm gonna write down eventually (hypothetically...). i guess my favorite of all of those is a piece called mothertongue. it's gonna be a personal reflection on how assimilation has shaped my relationship with culture and language. it'll hopefully pack a VERY emotional punch-- we'll see!

🤲- what do YOU get out of writing?

well, the act of writing has always been a lot of things to me. i started writing in middle school, not knowing that my life would go downhill very slowly, and then VERY quickly. it's always been a form of escapism, something i knew i could come back to when times were tough, something i could create for myself when nothing was going well and i had no one to talk to. without it, i don't know WHAT i would've done. but it's also evolved into so much more. it's a skill that i've honed for the last 8-ish years, that i'm beginning to see the results of. it's a source of satisfaction, of staring at long sentences and paragraphs on a page and knowing that i created and structured each one of them. and it's a source of confidence, security. not because i think i'm objectively good or better than anyone, but because i LIKE my writing. i'm happy with what i do. and i think that's where everyone should aim to be!! and writing isn't the most amazing thing all the time. sometimes i get stuck and angry and doubtful. but when i'm writing anything, beyond all the difficulty of it, i'm always proud of myself. i know that what i'm doing is the result of the work i've done in the past, and i know that what i'll do in the future is the result of the work i'm continuing to do. so really, the most important thing i get from writing is confidence. and i hope that's what every author gets out of it too <33