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makeste · 11 months ago

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BnHA Chapter 410: Kacchan Fights a Baby

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was born and then he grew up and murdered the Demon Lord.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan fights a baby. Tomura and Deku finally remember that they were supposed to have been fighting too this entire time, and get on with that once again. Tomura is all, “[literally just reaches out and grabs Deku’s face because Deku’s main character powers suddenly abandoned him in a fit of confusion].” Deku is all, “[chops off Tomura’s fingers which is somehow not even in the top twenty of violent things that have happened in this series in just the last five chapters].” Tomura is all “joke’s on you I still got your quirk :D” and fuck me he actually stole Danger Sense, what the fuck.

logically I knew AFO still had to be alive somehow because he’s too big of a villain to go out that easily without a proper sendoff. but deep in my heart, I’m still secretly disappointed

it just isn’t fair, lol. this guy has died more times than Rasputin and he’s still out here scheming his schemey schemes. when oh when will it end

sir you did not just say you had yet ANOTHER unused trump card up your sleeve??

(ETA: the translation isn’t fully clear here, but I think the trump card he’s referring to is the whole “I’ll just go back inside him and join the part of me that was already in there and we’ll take over Tomura’s body again together” plan that he was trying to pull off. I think. if not though, that’s certainly something worth speculating about.)

well as always the psychology in this series is unironically fascinating! he just wants acknowledgement at the end of the day, huh. just wants some love and attention. too bad he was born in a rat-infested hellscape and learned all the wrong lessons and turned into a crazed omnipotent murderlad

also he really did turn back into a baby sdfsdlkjfl oh no. I need to see Katsuki’s reaction to this immediately

oh my lord

(●__●)

lmao this is so incredibly fucked up

ngl though, this is karma at its finest. he tortured and killed so many people trying to earn everyone’s fear and awe and reverence, only to literally blip out of existence at the end with absolutely nothing to show for it

everyone please enjoy this series of panels of a deeply vexed Bakugou Katsuki picking a fight with this slowly melting evil baby

“you think I care that you’re a baby now. you think I won’t fight a fuckin’ baby. let’s do this you little punk”

also I’m sorry but it’s absolutely ridiculous that the gigantic chest wound Tomura inflicted on him got sewed up so neatly lol. AFO’s not the only one who stubbornly refuses to die no matter what

...

just once, it would be nice if Horikoshi didn’t immediately shred my plot nitpicks to pieces mere seconds after I write them

LMAO

BABY AFO DON’T CARE. BABY AFO WILL THROW HANDS WITH ANYONE ＼(｀0´)／

KACCHAN MY BELOVED FAVE OF ALL TIME, ARE YOU REALLY ABOUT TO LOSE TO A LITERAL FUCKING INFANT

WHAT HAPPENED TO “PERFECT VICTORY” LMAO. MOVING THE GOALPOSTS EVEN AS HIS CONSCIOUSNESS FADES. “EH, CLOSE ENOUGH”

-- OH FOR THE LOVE OF --

me: wow it sure is uncharacteristic of Katsuki to just pass out before he properly wraps up this battle

Horikoshi: oh yeah good point, sure would be a shame if someone... IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSED THAT CONCERN ON THE VERY NEXT PAGE

me: ఠ_ఠ

ldskjflaksdjfkds

fdsfsdkf. “SORRY ABOUT THAT, FOR A MOMENT THERE I ALMOST FORGOT TO BEND THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO MY WILL”

holy fucking shit. his body was all “um, just a quick reminder that you’re HORRIBLY WOUNDED and have lost like ten gallons of blood and all of your cells are about to call an emergency meeting to shut this thing down before you get us all killed.” and he was all “WHAT WAS THAT?!” and his body was all “oh my GOD, FUCK, OKAY just forget we said anything”

and meanwhile Baby AFO is just lying there all “(◉⌓◉)”

this six-month-old child is truly and sincerely still trying to kill Kacchan while screeching death threats in high-pitched baby talk

this actually would have killed him too, if he’d succeeded in passing out. all that just to be punk’d by a damn baby

you are actually shitting me right now

at this point I’m genuinely not sure which of them has the more powerful angry toddler energy

oh no ffuffkdsfk

meeeeelting. meeeeeeltiiiiiing!!! oh what a world what a world

jesus Horikoshi I am genuinely speechless

... welp

WAIT NO WAY, REALLY?!?!

?!?!?! WAS IT ACTUALLY THAT SIMPLE THIS WHOLE TIME

-- lkjf

three times. three times in the same fucking chapter. I give up. apparently I’ll literally believe anything this man says. does it feel good, Horikoshi. preying on your readers’ hopeful naivete

yeefuckinghaw lmao

GOOD JOB KACCHAN YOU DEFEATED THE EVIL BABY

awwwww

I actually had a theory about this! well more of a wishlist item, really. I can’t remember if I’ve actually posted about it yet or not. but it’s like. you know how Deku and Kacchan are always being really dramatic about holding hands? wanting to hold hands; not wanting to hold hands; being afraid to hold hands; holding hands via proxy, etc. etc.?

and you know how both Endeavor and All Might have each done their own version of the victory pose that Kacchan is referring to here? with each one using a different hand?

so you see, I was thinking that it might be nice. might be a little poetic and all that. if at the end of the fight, Deku and Kacchan did, in fact, hold hands. and then did the victory pose together. and it became like their iconic hero moment. them standing there together. having accomplished their goal and defeated TomurAFO through teamwork. realizing their shared childhood dream. and sharing that moment of triumph with each other and with the world, ushering in a new era of heroes

anyway yeah. I was thinking that might be a pretty good ending. but it looks like Kacchan maybe really is about to pass out here now, lol, so maybe not? anyways time to finally scroll down

-- okay I literally said awww again out loud

what a fucking nerd. I have never felt more fondness for a character in my life

every damn person watching this on the news better have leaped to their feet and started applauding, goddammit. those motherfuckers better be CHANTING HIS FUCKING NAME. all those nagging reporters better be bombarding his phone with calls. those fuckers who deleted his footage from the Shouto interview better be shamelessly leaving him dozens of voicemails acting like none of that ever happened and presumptuously asking when he can free some time in his schedule to visit their studio again. all the heroes who haven’t hugged him yet better be lining the fuck up. that one guy from the post-kidnapping press conference in chapter 86 better be writing a fifty page letter of apology!!

oh hey it’s a random pre-battle flashback mysteriously taking place in Troy “a few days before the battle” even though I thought they only moved into that place the night before the fight

I love how Katsuki immediately narrows his eyes (I assume. we can’t see for sure but that’s the vibe I get) at Jeanist and has to resist the urge to call the police on him for that pun

so Hadou’s wondering what Jeanist is talking about because they already evacuated the civilians, so what else are they trying to protect. and Edgeshot is all, “well obviously we’ve gotta protect everyone’s future,” which is a nice... rearshadowing?? for him saving Katsuki’s life later on lol

and now Mirko is all “get to the fucking point already.” which, same

so Jeanist says that Tomura is an even bigger problem than AFO, because at least AFO doesn’t want to murder everyone on the entire planet. and he concludes with “he’ll probably try to touch the ground and use his quirk.” which is a conclusion that I have to say wasn’t really worth two pages of flashback buildup for, considering that we all figured that out years ago

I’m guessing this is all just some sort of awkward transition back to Deku’s fight now lol

and now we’re getting two pages of exposition on how long it would theoretically take Tomura’s Decay to spread throughout the city, and then the entire country, yikes

damn. talk about stakes

and now finally back to Deku!!

shoutout to everyone who correctly predicted that Deku was once again talking out of his ass when it came to being out of Gearshifts. we all knew. unlimited supply

wow Tomura way to throw AFO under the bus

the way I recall it, AFO wasn’t the one who failed to kill him back then lol. but go ahead and talk your shit king

DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

holy shit?!?!

like my first thought was “well last time he did this he just tried to steal OFA rather than Decay him, so he’ll probably try that again and it’ll be fine.” only to remember that the AFO inside Tomura is currently permanently(?) out to lunch, and Tomura himself doesn’t give two figs about stealing OFA. so, uhhhh >_>

(ETA: nevermind.)

but then this happened

Deku what the actual fuck

OH MY GOD??!?!

HOLY SHIT

okay. okay, fuck. lemme gather up my thoughts, and then we’ll wrap this up

they’ll never admit it, but you know the other OFA Vestiges secretly resented Shino a tiny bit for being the only one of them to not be gruesomely murdered. bet they all feel guilty for thinking that now

Shino and Banjou also seemed to have this cute little pseudo-rivalry thing going on, so I really feel bad for Banjou now. :/ he looks so horrified in that bottom right panel

gotta admit, I did not see this coming in the slightest. OFA has been this immutable “I do what I want!” quirk for so long that I never thought Tomura or AFO would actually succeed in stealing it, even partially. that shook me to my core

BUT, it’s also really exciting to me because it’s going to make this battle much more interesting if Deku can’t use his get out of jail free card. shit just got way more real and I’m here for it

lastly, so! let me tell you guys my prediction. I still can’t see Tomura being the final villain lol. I just can’t. it feels too anticlimactic. if I’m wrong, I’m wrong, and I’ve certainly botched MANY predictions in the past, but I have not yet learned my lesson from any of it and I will not apologize lol

so here’s what I think. Deku and Tomura battle it out for the next chapter or two, and Tomura snatches up more of Deku’s quirks one by one. we see all of the Vestiges disappearing and the mood gets more and more desperate. eventually we’re down to just Kudou and Yoichi. Deku is panicking, but for some reason Kudou seems even MORE panicked

Kudou/Gearshift eventually gets stolen too, and it looks like this might finally be it for Deku (I have no idea how he’d stop Tomura from Decaying the ground once Blackwhip gets stolen, btw, but maybe Katsuki or someone else interferes in desperation towards the end). but just when it looks like Tomura is finally going to take the last piece of OFA, Deku’s vibes suddenly do a 180, stopping Tomura in his tracks

cut to the OFA Moon Gorgeous Meditation Realm, where Deku and Yoichi are staring at the door -- yes, that door -- in shock. because it’s finally been opened (now that the other Vestiges are no longer there to keep it at bay). and just like that, enter AFO, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME :D :D

tl;dr, HERE’S HOW HORCRUX!DEKU CAN STILL HAPPEN!!! wait where are you all going. wait come back

anyway so wow that was a really bizarre chapter that I truly thoroughly enjoyed, which should probably be a bit concerning. on to the next two week break! (for anyone who’s not aware, Shounen Jump will be on break next week, so yeah.) I’m on chapter 391 now. so close but still so far. the end of the year has gone by too damn fast tbh

#bnha 410 #bakugou katsuki #all for one #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #one for all #bnha meta #bnha theory #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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katyspersonal · 5 months ago

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Finally deleted all of his music tracks from my devices. Surprised that there were so many.. and frustrated that one of them I helped to edit and three of them exist only thanks to me, too.

When we first split it was because I wasn't able to take all the abuse, belittling and neglect anymore. He was trying his hardest to convince me that I needed him and my life would be ruined if I left him, but when I was unyielding and stood on the ground that even that would be better than taking it any longer, the mask finally cracked and he begged me to not go admitting it was his life that'd be meaningless without me.. I still left him, because I could tell he hated me as a person but convinced himself that no one else would "tolerate and accept" him. If I had a nickel for every time I became too close with this kind of man I'd have two nickels blablabla

I still sorta watched from the shadows through a shared friend. I hate forcing my friends to cut ties with my abusers if they seek help and try to improve.. and he did. Past the point he escaped his own abusive house (we talk 'his own brother tried to kill him and his mom never cared and blamed him' level), he started to learn and improve, and more importantly, found new friends! It is crucial that this sort of people has a network of people that can scold them instead of latching on the first person with 0 self-respect! I could see the improvement, and a lot of that was owed to that shared friend.

But what really held me was his music. Regardless of everything he said and did in the past, there was unmistakable sincerity in his music. I was always thinking, "a bad person could not write this". There was a person with very keen and tender feelings in it, the one ruined and led astray by bad events and people. I think that no matter how much this wretched world corrupts people, the person they were meant to be had the living not been so cursed can yet live in their creativity.

I returned in the end, after a long time. And things were better, really. This time, though, he was the one to throw me away like trash over a really dumb conflict he started. Despite everything, I still haven't learned to stay away from kind of people that separates people between 'people' and 'NPCs'. I just... let them single me out as 'special'. And let myself get attached even though it should be obvious that this special treatment only lasts until I meet these expectations. That the "I like how you always have your opinion and can disagree" is only until I disagree on their terms. That "I want you to be honest, no matter how ugly the truth is" is only until that ugly truth is the part of their twisted self-image as a tragic, self-vindicating figure. And the worst part is that while me and him were apart, I was in close proximity with a shockingly similar person. They basically were like twins.

I don't know where I was going with this vent. But I can't forgive just being thrown away after so many promises of helping. It now feels like he never wanted to be friends again after all, but just felt in debt and needed to "compensate" to me to be a good person. So as soon as like, one moment made me "a woke NPC" I was no longer entitled to compassion. I should stay away from people that sees "us or them", but at the same time people who don't do that are lazy pacifist fence-sitters with no ideals... who are the right people to stick with, then? At the very least, I no longer care about his music, or feel any sentimental value to anything he's done now.

#personal #/vent

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year ago

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Pulling on the Strings of Destiny: Act 2 Chapter 14

Summary: Four days pass for Japan, and everyone is on edge. They wonder, and wait. What will happen next for them? Will Midoriya keep rising? What sort of things would she face. They all turned towards the screens, wondering. None more so then the future class 1-A, more so as they get a glimpse into their first sports festival, first internship and their final exams. Watch as Midoriya’s future continues to unfold, as she learns more about her family, society and herself.

Warnings: References to underage pregnancy and the assualt of a minor. References to child harm. Toga Himiko to, she is her own warning.

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Eri watched closely as Rappa grinned at the screen. “Man, I'd love to fight those kids! Wait till Midoriya gets her Quirk, and she's gonna be on fire!”

“That's if the Boss lets her,” Chronostasis told his fellow criminal. Eri kept her gasp quiet as she followed the two back to her room.

“No way? He wouldn't let her?” Rappa asked. “What does he want to kidnap her and keep her here like a pet or something? That's… Creepy.” he frowned. “I want to fight him, not deal with… that.”

“He wouldn't touch her unless she gives permission,” the other villain said in offence.

“Still fucking creepy as hell,” Rappa said. He was so focused on the conversation it took only a second for Eri to spot his keys half out of his pocket. She hesitated, looking up at the other two as they gossiped before reaching out and grabbing the keys. She hid them against her stomach, walking hunched over.

Now, she just needed to wait. The scientists working on her had made Overhaul angry enough to kill them, so they needed new ones, hence why she was being escorted to her room again. It would take time to find new people. She could use that.

She would get out. She'd be brave like Limitless. She could do it; she knew she could.

The screen started as the little girl planned.

The screen opens on Midoriya as she walks back to the student seating. When she reaches it, she pauses.

“Did Uraraka and Iida go down to the waiting rooms?” she asks.

“They did,” Yaoyorozu says, smiling at the girl who smiles back. Tomoe hums as she plays with her bunny, Midoriya moving to sit down. “Who do you think will win this match?”

“It depends. Uraraka might not have a lot of combat experience, but Kirishima tends to be a hot head,” Midoriya tells Yaoyorozu. “Or well…” the green-haired girl pauses, looking thoughtful. “That’s not the right phrase.”

“He’s over-eager,” Ojiro suggests. “I wouldn’t call him dumb or anything, but he’s not the type to think about the long term.”

“Exactly,” Midoriya says. “So it’ll depend. Does he get over eager, rush her and let her touch him- thereby letting her throw him out of bounds? Or does he not.”

“…So, I’m saying yes.” Kaminari voices. “Anyone want to bet?”

“Hey!” Kirishima said. “I… might not?” he frowned as Ochako looked at him, waiting to hear what he'd do. She had already sat down with a laptop to start her lessons, Iida right next to her with an earbud in to listen to lectures.

“Kirishima, I think you might. Or can you think of any way you two hand-to-hand combat users wouldn’t directly face-off?” Sato pointed out.

“… damn it,” Kirishima said with a sigh. “Yeah, I'm gonna lose.”

“Jamming-whey, no one wants to bet on that,” Jirou rolls her eyes, shaking her head. Kaminari laughs in response.

“Damn, could have made easy money,” Kaminari says.

“Hey, he might not!” Ashido defends her friend.

“Like I said, it depends. It also depends on Uraraka being able to move quickly enough to tap him.” Midoriya says.

“…RIP Kiri.” Ashido sighs just as the screen moves to the field. Kirishima and Uraraka face-off, both grinning.

“In one corner! We have the Rocky Boy Kirishima Eijiro from 1A! This rockstar is ready to rock on! Right on this ro-“ Mic begins before he is interrupted.

“Say rock ONE more time.”

“You’re so mean, Shou!” Hizashi complained as he juggled Tomoe, who’d decided she wanted to be in his arms to poke at his shoulders.

“You’re the one who married me,” Shouta replied.

Elsewhere, a little girl put her ear to the thin wall. Thin because Overhaul wanted to be able to listen in if needed. Footsteps were heading down the hall. She counted them quietly before pulling away.

Eri didn’t understand time too well, but she knew enough to be able to tell when was the best time to escape. She also knew footsteps. That had been Katsukame; his steps were always loud.

That meant Sakaki would be next, given he always came around after. He would be drunk as always. He’d also do it way too fast without checking on her.

So… it was time. Eri quietly opened the door to her room after counting to a hundred after the heavy steps.

She was going to be like Limitless.

“Fine, you funsucker. In the second corner, we have Uraraka Ochako, also from 1A! She’s fast, she’s strong, and she can steal your gravity to send you to SPACE!” Mic finishes.

“Hope you don’t mind me winning!” Kirishima chirps. Uraraka grins ferally back.

“Hope you don’t mind me doing so!” she teases.

“Ready?” Mic calls out over the intercom. “BEGIN!” Midnight cracks her whip at his words. Kirishima hardens his body and rushes at Uraraka, who holds her ground right until he’s close. Then she moves out of the way, reaching out to tap his arm.

“Wh-what?!” Kirishima yelps, eyes wide as he lifts into the air. He flails in the air, letting Uraraka grab onto his leg and spin, flinging the weightless boy out of the ring. The shock on Kirishima’s face when Midnight cracks her whip again is obvious.

“Kirishima is out of the ring!” she calls.

“...okay that is EMBARRASSING,” Eijro groaned as the rest of the class laughed, shaking their heads. It was swift, but honestly, it was also incredibly funny to them.

The sentiment was shared around Japan, with people laughing and shaking their heads in amusement. Wow, that was fast.

“And he knew what her Quirk was!” Native laughed. He was patrolling with Tensei again, the two deciding to spend time together due to the focus on Tenya. Already, Tensei kept being bugged about his brother; some of the people who were asking were girls around his brother’s age. A few boys, too. It usually would amuse Tensei, but it was rapidly becoming a pain in the ass to deal with.

“Overconfidence. Better it happens now than the future,” Tensei pointed out.

“Still, kind of ridiculous.” Native chuckled.

“I’m not denying it,” Tensei agreed. His phone rang, and he checked it, shoulders stiffening.

ID: Hey, Engine Boy, I got a ping about something. Can I call?

“Who is it?” Native asked, noticing it was his work phone. Tensei hesitated before speaking as he replied.

“ID.” He told the other as he texted he would call later.

“No shit? Aren’t they supposed to be in Atlantis?” Native asked in surprise.

“They were last week… I didn’t know you talked to them,” Tensei said cautiously. Native shrugged.

“They were one of the people who openly mocked idiots commenting about me. Of course, I chat. They’re pretty wound up in the Court, aren’t they?”

“I think so. I heard their contract is running out…” Tensei said. Native hummed.

“It would be nice to have them back in Japan.”

“...Yeah, it would.”

“Wow, another short one?!” Mic asks over the speakers. The screen goes to show the two teachers in the announcer’s booth. “What are you teaching these kids, Eraserhead?”

“It’s bad matchups all around,” Aizawa sighs. “With Uraraka and Kirishima, both are hand-to-hand Quirk users; however, Uraraka has the advantage of being able to quickly change any fight in her favour if she can get a hand on her opponent. Kirishima, when paired with that, lost because his Quirk gives him an advantage in hand-to-hand that is lesser than Uraraka’s.”

“So Kirishima got overconfident?” Mic asks.

“He did, which isn’t a surprise. Most young heroes get overconfident easily- Kirishima is just one of many. At least he learned it here rather than in battle,” Aizawa says as the camera goes to the field where Uraraka has released Kirishima, so he stands on the ground. He looks shocked, almost lost, even as he stands there. Then Uraraka runs over.

“So I should probably focus on working on that,” Eijiro said with a wince.

“Hey, it’s a common thing.” Midnight told him. “You just need to work on it more, and it’s not that hard to adjust! Trust me, I got a hundred stories of myself, Aizawa, Mic and a few others… including your brother.” She winked at Iida, who grinned the smile that came from having heard a few and wanting more.

Well, now Eijiro was interested.

“Kirishima, are you okay?” she asks him. He turns to her, a grin slowly crossing his face.

“Yeah! Man, that was so… MANLY Uraraka!” he pumps a fist into the air. “So cool! You just… wow.” He then laughs. “Wow, I need to think more, don’t I?”

“Maybe,” Uraraka laughs back. The two classmates share smiles and walk off the field together to thunderous applause from the crowd right before the screen returns to the rest of 1A.

“Wow, that was shorter than I thought,” Ashido says.

“Kirishima got over excited and reacted,” Midoriya says. “Honestly- I think no matter what, Uraraka would have won unless he dislocated her fingers and forced her to be unable to use all five.” The class stares at her, including a fuming Bakugou, who looks incredulous. “What?”

“... that is terrifying but really cool,” Ochako said to Iida, who nodded.

“It is, and something you should remember.” He told her. “More so since now, it’s a weakness others will know of.”

“Hell, forgot about that,” Ochako muttered. As it was, villains were making note of it. The three people who caused this whole thing were handy in allowing them to get a headstart on the next generation of heroes.

“Why did you think of that?” Kaminari asks her. Midoriya hesitates and then sighs.

“Bullies at my school liked to use their Quirks. I would dream up ways to disable said Quirks.” Midoriya explains. “I got used to it, and I kept thinking of ways to disable Quirks ever since.”

“I knew you could, like, figure out ways to make Quirks better, but not this…” Kaminari looks at her in surprise. “In all seriousness, tell me about it 'cause I’d like to know my weaknesses, but later,” Kaminari says.

“She just needs to get you into idiot mode,” Jirou mocks. “Then you’re a sitting duck.”

“That why you kicked me into a bunch of villains?” Kaminari snaps back, sounding annoyed.

“I forgot about that!”

“Oh god, right. That girl did not think it through.”

“More like she was trying to kill him!”

Eri heard the voices from a room, the goons of Overhaul. She quietly crept past the door, head down. She just needed to keep moving, keep going.

She could do it, she could.

“WHAT?!” Ashido says, along with most of the class. Kaminari looks surprised as Jirou’s eyes widen.

“Wait, she didn’t tell you guys?” he asks them. Yaoyorozu also looks surprised.

“No! What the hell, Jirou?” Ashido asks the punk girl, who scoffs.

“He didn’t go idiot then,” she protests.

“A villain threatened him while in ‘idiot mode’ though,” Yaoyorozu speaks up. Jirou looks at her in betrayal. Yaoyorozu shrugs. “I’m not going to lie for you. I thought you told them.”

“Why would she?” Mina asked Yaomomo as Jirou slunk down in her chair. “It paints her in a very bad light.”

“I am unsure. Possibly, I thought she had some moral fibre and would admit to it,” Yaomomo said, her voice upset. With Jirou or herself for making yet another mistake, the elegant teen didn’t know.

“Guys, let’s not all jump on her,” Kaminari says.

“Course not; she has a damn point, Pikachu.” Bakugou sneers. “You need to get better fast.” Jirou’s face goes pale, and she stands up.

“I think I need to puke.” She leaves without another word as Sero scoffs.

“Oh god,” Kyoka said. “I… oh god-”

“You aren’t like him!” Kaminari said instantly. He looked at her firmly. “Yeah, you’re a bitch sometimes, but you are not as bad as he is.” Kyoka looked at him with wide eyes.

“How come I only realized it now when I am being compared to someone I don’t like?” the teenager asks him. He opens his mouth, and Jirou turns away.

It was selfish; it was disgusting, really. She was being forced to acknowledge her actions when a bully said he agreed with her. When a bully probably would have done the same thing as she did.

What kind of person did that?

Oh god, she was still making it all about herself, wasn’t she?

“The resident asshole agreeing with her showed her how bad her choices were,” he says before wincing.

“FUCK OFF TAPE FACE!”

“KATSUKI!”

“Tomoe’s heard that one, sadly,” Midoriya tells him. “She knows they’re big words, though.”

“Ass-ole.” Tomoe says. The entire class bursts out laughing as Midoriya sighs.

The silliness of the comment had people laughing after witnessing the emotions of Jirou, people giggling, and parents nodding their heads at Midoriya’s pain.

One girl ignored it as she crept away. At least until she found herself facing a maid. Eri stared at the woman, horrified. Her shoulders tensed, and the keys in her hands hurt as she clenched them.

“... Three more hallways,” the woman said to Eri. “Fatgum, a hero, his agency is about ten blocks away. Chisaki and the others are having a large lunch. You can make it.” The woman walked away.

Eri didn’t waste her chance.

The screen returns to the field where Iida and the white-haired boy from Monoma’s team face off.

“In our next match, we have Iida Tenya from class 1-A! He’s fast, skilled and loves his rules! Due to a withdrawal, his opponent is Shihai Kuroiro! He’s dark, moody and faster than shadows!” Present Mic announces over the intercom. Iida bows to the other boy, who mimics it. Neither say anything as they wait.

Kuroiro frowned. Why would he agree to take the spot? His Quirk was incredibly unsuited for that. Did the other boy insist?

“START!” Midnight shouts. Iida speeds towards the other boy, who lets it happen. Iida moves faster, shoving the boy out of bounds swiftly. “…Iida winner?”

“Apologies for the short match,” Shihai tells the other boy. “However, my Quirk is one I am still working on, as well as the fact there was no way for me to use it.”

“It’s fine,” Iida says but stops. “So this was a bad match-up no matter who you fight?”

“My Quirk allows me to merge with dark things, such as shadows or colours,” Shihai explains. The screen pauses on him.

“Shihai Kuroiro!” Present Mic’s voice announces. “Quirk: Black! He can merge with any dark enough thing and be completely hidden! He’s also a huge fan of the occult and horror.” The screen goes back to them speaking.

“Huh, that’s an interesting Quirk,” Izumi said as she heaved up a microwave. He could have tried harder, maybe learned fighting skills or something. But it was still a cool Quirk.

Elsewhere, Eri unlocked the door to the outside, slipping out of the base. She stepped out into the fresh air, shaking. Is this how Limitless felt? When the man who hurt her left? The girl wondered before she shook her head.

She had to move.

The girl took off, unaware of the fact the maid she met had gone to the security station to look at the cameras. No one was there, the thug who was supposed to be there off somewhere. It took a minute to destroy the footage.

Anything to give the kid more time. Kuira Nakami wasn’t that good of a person. A life with a Quirk like Razor Touch made it hard. She’d always been angry at how people treated her and hated how some of the more idiotic heroes preached redemption for villains. The villain who hurt her deserved death, not being let out on parole.

How it got her under Overhaul’s reach was simple. She heard he wanted to destroy Quirks and dreamed of him destroying her villain’s. Being a maid was not what she wanted, but the man’s sexism was legendary. She’d hoped to prove herself. Then she met Eri.

And she couldn’t do it.

Watching as the videos were deleted, she closed her eyes. She didn’t have hope for a future.

But she would pray one last time.

“I am not skilled enough to move through them as my mother is. She is able to vanish into her shadow and appear in another. A talent she told me took time to hone.” Shihai says calmly. “I am not as fast as you to dodge, and I know that.” The white-haired teen shrugs.

“I see,” Iida frowns. “This entire event seems more suited for people like me. I knew it previously, but this strengthens the idea.”

“It’s chance,” the other teen disagrees. “There could have been something more suited for me in another situation you were ill-suited for.”

“Yeah, but he didn’t even try,” Izumi said as she walked up to the top of the beach to toss the junk into the pile. Shouta made a noise, wordlessly asking her to continue. “It’s one thing to not be suited, but he didn’t do anything. He seemed so… defeatist there. Like it was a foregone conclusion he’d lose.”

“Not the kind of attitude we like in UA, I won’t lie,” Shouta admitted. “But he did get in with robots.”

“Which is more frustrating. Sure, there were more shadows there, but why not even try here? How can you just give up like that? It’s ridiculous!” Izumi said. She threw her arms up. “You have to try. He could have trained more to; learn how to throw a punch.”

“We can work with that in UA,” Shouta said. “But I agree, he should have worked harder.”

“How did he get in when Shinsou didn’t?” Izumi wondered.

“He was better in the exams,” Shouta said. “After all, he could probably sink into the colour or shadows on them.”

“It feels so dumb,” Izumi sighed. “He could have tried!”

“He could have. Yet you seem more frustrated than you normally are about this.” Eraserhead said. Izumi didn't answer for a second before she sighed.

“I think I'm just frustrated. Everything going on is just… so much. Mom, Dad, Endeavour… I kinda want to complain to complain.” she admitted.

“Well, that makes sense. How about you think of how you want to argue your point and create an essay about it while working? You're here until one anyway, then it's lunch, and you're going to UA for classes.” Shouta said.

“Alright… thanks Shouta. That'll help,” Izumi smiled at the man, who nodded back.

It would be a good way for her to think better.

“What do you think of that Eraser?” Mic’s voice asks as the two teens walk off, still speaking.

“Shihai isn’t wrong, but he made a fatal mistake in not even trying. Attempting to dodge and becoming one with Iida’s shadow could have enabled him to win the match,” Aizawa says as the screen shows the announcer’s booth.

“So you think he could have won?” Mic asks.

“If he’d thought about it. He’s a first-year,” Aizawa says. “He’s got time to think about it, but a lot of times, Quirks won’t work in ways we wish.”

Back in the stands, Midoriya nods along with the words. “People are really reliant on Quirks.”

“So you think there were other ways he could fight?” Ojiro asks her.

Kuroiro frowned at the screen. He might rely on his Quirk a lot, but going up against someone like Iida with his super speed wasn't easy.

“Hmm… he’s kinda skinny, and Iida is built like a tank, so I’m not sure. But he could have tried something.” Midoriya says. “He should work on his muscles more than his Quirk usage. Though I wonder how he can hone his Quirk…”

“You’re right,” a new voice says. Monoma pokes his head over the barrier between their classes. “While I do think he can learn to use his Quirk better, muscle mass can only help in the long run with holding down criminals or even preventing things like this from happening from his mass.”

“Exactly!” Midoriya nods. “As well, some Quirks do get better if the user is working out alongside training it. Mine did, and I believe that Iida noticed his Quirk strengthening as he trained both.”

“Precisely,” Monoma says eagerly. Both Quirk nerds began to talk more as the rest of 1A looked at them with wide eyes. The screen shows Kaminari has made his way to the field for his match and is facing off against Shinsou.

“… I am an idiot,” Kuroiro sighed. He would go to the gym later to buff up. He truly needed it. He would take the advice given. Perhaps one day, he could travel fully through shadow.

Itsuka in her school sucked her teeth. She didn't like how Monoma was supposed to be a pest but seemed nice to Midoriya. He had to be hiding something. Her instincts on idiotic boys were always right. Look at her mom’s boyfriends! Itsuka always knew they were no good and had never been proven wrong yet!

Her point would be proven, and people would stop saying she had anger issues! She knew it!

“For the final round, we have from class 1A the electric taser, the man who cannot be stopped, KAMINARI DENKI!” Present Mic cries. “And in the other corner, we have the dark horse, the General Education student who needs a nap, SHINSOU HITOSHI!”

“Sup man,” Kaminari says to the purple teen, who nods back, smirking a little. “No hard feelings when I kick your ass?”

“No hard feelings when I kick yours?” Shinsou asks, and Kaminari laughs, shrugging.

“Now you two, have a nice, CLEAN match,” Midnight tells them. Shinsou snorts. “BEGIN!” the teacher cries out, and Shinsou opens his mouth.

“WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY!” the purple teen sings. Kaminari, gearing up his Quirk, pauses.

“Huh,” Hitoshi said. He sat down in his classroom, ignoring the looks of his classmates. A few were happy for him, but most were giving him the side eye. Assholes. “That’s an old one.”

But it distracted Kaminari!

In UA, Denki sighed. Jirou was frozen, not looking at anyone and lost in her mind. And then he lost just like that.

Damnit, that wasn't fair at all.

“What-“ his eyes become unfocused, and he freezes in place.

“Walk out of bounds,” Shinsou orders and Kaminari obeys.

“… Okay, this first round was not as exciting as we all hoped, but the winner is SHINSOU HITOSHI!” Present Mic declares. Shinsou smiles, a happy glint in his eyes as the screen moves to show Midoirya clapping her hands.

“He did it!”

“Hito?” Tomoe asks before smiling herself. “Mama, Hito!”

“What to go see him and congratulate him, baby?” Midoriya asks as she stands. “Me and Tokoyami are fighting next, so we can see him before then.” She waves at the others and leaves, passing by Iida. She smiles at her friend, who returns it softly.

Eri walked through the city, trying not to run and draw attention. She needed to get to Fatgum. She didn't know what he looked like, but she remembered Overhaul complaining about something like ‘fat is unhealthy, and Quirks pervert us by letting us accept a….’ Something? She didn't remember.

But she knew the guy had to be big.

Leaving the stands, the screen follows her through the halls. Tomoe is in her arms, looking around curiously. As they turn down one hallway, they run into Endeavour, who looks at her in surprise.

“Oh,” Midoriya says, seeing him. Her arms clutch her daughter tightly. Tomoe makes a noise, looking at Endeavour with wide eyes.

“Ah, it is you,” Endeavour says. He looks at her curiously. “This is your daughter?”

“Yes, and you stay THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!” Izumi shouted at the screen. The sentiment was firmly shared around Japan, with people glaring at the screen.

“Yes,” Midoriya says simply. Endeavour doesn’t seem to care, nodding.

“You’re quite strong. I have no doubts that you will end up facing my son. Try and give him a good fight,” the man says. Midoriya gives only a single nod. She attempts to move on, but Endeavour continues. “Your Quirk is a lot like All Might’s. It is quite fascinating.”

“I suppose it is,” Midoriya says calmly. “He is a good teacher for me.”

“We’ll see whose training wins out then,” Endeavour says. "It's my Shouto's duty to surpass All Might as the number one hero. And his match with you will be a good testing ground for how much training he has left. So hit him hard. Don't disgrace yourself or him by holding back.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” muttered Z, the mercenary checking her phone for jobs. She had fun with Dabi. Man might need to take it slow the old-fashioned way, but his mouth game was on point. But she needed money.

Maybe she’d get lucky, and someone would hire to put a bullet in Endeavour. Abusive dads were her favourite thing to kill. She liked to picture her dipshit father as them. Her most cherished kill to date had been him, and maybe taking down Endeavour would give her the same thrill.

Midoriya stiffens. The screen moves to show her and Todoroki speaking to each other.

" My father has not only a rich history of accomplishments but plenty of money to throw at his problems. He bribed my mother's relatives to get his hands on her quirk.” Todoroki says darkly. “And now he's raising me to usurp All Might.”

The screen goes back to Midoriya and Endeavour.

“Sir, do you know who All Might’s father is?” she asks randomly. The man frowns.

“Ha!” Toshinori chuckled. He knew exactly where this was going.

“What?”

“It’s a trick question,” Midoriya muses. “All Might is an orphan, after all. So let’s go to Ryuuko. Who is her father? He was a hero, too, wasn’t he?” Midoriya watches Endeavour, who looks confused. “I’m not All Might. And Todoroki isn’t you, sir. Both of you have left marks on both of us. But the thing is…” she pauses, frowning. “The thing is that while people will leave marks in history if their children become greater, they will be but a footnote.” She sniffs. “Food for thought.” She leaves behind the number two hero, who doesn’t move an inch before the screen goes black.

As the timer began to tick down, people howled their heads off at the epic burn Midoriya gave the hero. That was amazing! Hilarious and perfect in every single way! Plus, it was true no one knew who fathered All Might. Or Endeavour, for that matter.

In his office, the flame hero threw aside his Ben, the flames on him burning bright. That snot-nosed brat! How dare she say that to him! Shouto was nothing without Enji! The boy was a tool, a lump of clay that needed diligent shaping to become a hero! Enji did the job of an artist to create him! He had gone to multiple lengths to have Shouto! His name would go down in history as the head of a legacy!

Or… would it be Shouto’s name…

No, it would be the Todoroki name. Enji’s name. It would reign supreme in history, especially when the only person to match his son would marry him. Perhaps One for All would be passed through his bloodline now… yes perfect.

The legacy would thrive.

As the hero thought and plotted, Eri stumbled down a new street. She paused upon spotting a huge person dressed in a yellow hoodie next to a nervous-looking guy in white.

“Come on, Suneater!” The hero (cause it had to be a hero) said to the guy in white. “With Nighteye down patrollers, our area expanded!”

“S-sorry Fatgum. I’m just nervous, you know?” Said the other.

Fatgum.

Eri ran towards them, and the hero spotted her. His face became startled, horrified and then concerned. He dropped to one knee as she approached.

“Hello,” he said softly.

“Hi,” Eri breathed. She looked up at him. “I… I ran away.”

“I see. Can you tell me who you ran from?” The hero asked kindly.

“Overhaul…” Eri said. The hero blinked and then nodded firmly.

“Well then, kid, I’m Fatgum. Let’s go to my agency so I can get you some food, okay?” He asked. Eri nodded and let Fatgum pick her up.

He was so gentle. He was kind… he…

“I saved myself like Limitless,” Eri said. “And found my own hero.” She looked at Fatgum with wide eyes. The man blinked before chuckling.

“You did, kid! Hell, I’m even blonde like All Might!” He told her. Eri beamed and leaned her head on his shoulder.

She did it. The tears began to prickle at her eyes, and she sniffed, unable to stop it.

She did it! She really did it! She was free!

For the first time in a long time, Eri cried happy tears as Fatgum carried her to safety.

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Notes:

-Sorry, but I'm on a soap box again: for those who saw chapter 14 before, it was an AN complaining about commenters continuing to step over my boundaries to comment about Kendo. I have stated before I delete them, and they're annoying. I was admittedly a little pissy in my wording, but it's getting to a point where I want to force people to take an internet etiquette quiz or something. Someone decided to comment on the chapter, basically scolding me for not, in fact, listening to the others, saying there are two sides, followed by going on about how me focusing on Kendo’s bad habits and making them worse but giving her a redemption later actually is a bad thing. I deleted that, to as I said, I was done. It also personally felt like an attack on my person and not an actual comment on the story as is, so why keep it up?

They proceeded to go to my tumblr and comment that they saw I deleted it, and thus they know I can't take criticism, and I'm petty. I'll give the second, but I don't see how my getting upset people continue to STOMP on boundaries I set is me not taking criticism after I've said multiple times not to comment about that stuff. Plus, I think it's disturbing and weird they decided to go to my tumblr and comment about it like that. Like… are you that entitled you need the last word? Do you think your words are that important? Incredibly creepy, dude. I have turned anon off on my tumblr, and while I haven't set up moderated comments here, that's only because, frankly, I don't have the spoons to deal with that.

I will say this: you're not wise, unique or cool commenting, complaining about characterization or insisting I see both sides on a fanfic. You're just an entitled jackass, more so when you feel the need to go to my tumblr and comment. This isn't a place for debate. Want to debate? Then yes, go to my tumblr. Please don’t go there to whine that I deleted your comment. Any sort of high ground you had (if you had ANY) instantly was lost and you became revealed to just be an entitled jerk.

There I am DONE TALKING ABOUT THIS.

-Also, the poll is not to decide if there will be poly. It's me asking if people would be upset if I went back on my word about no poly. The flow of the story is going where it will, and romance will always be secondary. I'm just a sucker for it, so I do think about it.

-Eri kind of jumped at me, demanding I save her. And since this chapter was short anyway… here we are!

-In straight hand-to-hand, Kirishima wins. But we know from the final exams that the poor boy doesn’t really think things through. So he got too close to Uraraka and, boom, he lost. Someone actually said we weren’t going to see the Bakugou vs. Uraraka fight, and all I could think was: Yeah, we are. It’ll be the second round? So here for that person: we still see it!

-The Jirou scene… I dunno. I think it does show that she is also realizing she’s fucking up in the future. She’s also heavily aware Bakugou used to be a bully, and to know he agrees with some of her thoughts? YIKES to her.

-Okay, so ID was on an undercover mission as said in chapter 10, but has been removed from it because of what is going on right now. They wanted them on the case to find the villains responsible. Of course with two versions existing they keep getting conflicting information. (Another Court member has taken over the mission). Mostly I wanted ID around cause… reasons that will be shown in the chapter before the next intermission.

-no-moku gave us Nakami!

-CONFRONTATION TIME. This was a lot of fun to think about, but here we go!! Izumi gets to put the smackdown on Endeavour!!

-ERI IS SAVED! She did it! With, you know, help from a maid who destroyed some footage and gave her directions. But she made it! She found her All Might and saved herself!

#bha #bnha au #pulling on the strings of destiny #boku no hero academia #fem izuku #female midroiya izuku

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dleena2023 · 16 days ago

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IT'S QUATERFINALS DAYYY - T1 VS TES

BISMILLAHIRRAHMANIRRAHIM

DEAREST ZOFGK & KTRBM

AHHHHHH IT'S FINALLY KNOCKOUTS STAGE. AND THIS IS THE 3RD SERIES. TODAY. T1 VS TES. WOOOOOOT. I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I'M KINDA STOKED FOR IT HAHAHAHA. I JUST DON'T FEEL TOO OVERWHELMED OR ANXIOUS TODAY?? LIKE IS THAT A BAD SIGN LOL. HOPEFULLY NOT IN SHA ALLAH BECAUSE I JUST FINISHED MY ASR PRAYER AND HONESTLY, I FELT SO CALM? LIKE LIKE I CAN FEEL IT, YOU KNOW? AT SOME POINT OF MY DO'A WHEN I MAKE FOR THE BOIS & COACHES, I JUST CAN FEEL IT. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. THERE'S LIKE A SUDDEN MOTIVATION & FLAME OUT OF THE BLUES DURING MY WHOLE ENTIRE DO'A AND I REALLY FELT SO SERENE AND GOOD. I'M NOT SURE IF THAT IS A SIGN BUT IN SHA ALLAH IT IS AMINNN. AND MY HEART & SOUL ARE TELLING ME T1 WIN WILL EITHER 3-1 OR 3-0. BUT MORE TO 3-1. HMMMMM. OKAY BACK TO HERE, I JUST WANT TO SAT ALL THE BEST TO BOTH TEAMS COMPETING TODAY. I DON'T WANT TO UNDERESTIMATE TES BECASE THEY DEFEATED US IN THE SWISS STAGE SO YEAP ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN. I JUST WISH THE BOIS ALL GOODNESS AND THE BEST OF THE BEST. REMEMBER HOW WE DEFEATED TES DURING EWC? YEAP, WE GOT THIS AND WE CAN DO IT THIS TIME AGAIN!!!!! NEVER LOSE HOPE OKAY BOIS. OUR 1ST GAME AGAINST THEM WAS CLOSE- LIKE WE ALMOST WON WITH THE EARLY LEAD BUT WE DID SOME MISTAKES AND DECIDED TO THROW AND THAT LED TO OUR DOWNFALL. I PRAYED AND MADE DO'A FOR YOU LOVES DAY & NIGHT, PRAYING FOR THE BEST MACRO, BEST MICRO, BEST DRAFTS, BEST PICK & BANS, BEST COMMUNICATION, BEST SYNERGY, WINNING LANES, TEAMFIGHTS ON POINT, SMITES ON POINT, BEST & POSITIVE MINDSET, PLAY WITH EASE, COMFORT, NO STRESS, PRESSURE AND JUST GO ALL OUT JE. LET'S SHOW EM' WHAT WE GOT AND WHAT WE HAVE BEEN COOKING. REMEMBER MY LOVES, DO YOUR BEST EACH ONE OF YOU AND EVEN BETTER AS A TEAM, OKAY? DON'T BE COMPLACENT AND BE HUMBLE ALWAYS NO MATTER WHAT. PLAY SAFE AND ENJOY THE GAMES WITH EACH OTHER WITH NO REGRETS AITESSS!!! I'VE JUST WATCHED ONER'S DOC JUST NOW AND I WISH HIM ALL THE BEST. YOU GOT THIS ONER, WE BELIEVE IN YOU!!! IN SHA ALLAH WITH OUR TREMENDOUS EFFORT & ALLAH'S WILL, WE WILL TODAY/TONIGHT'S BO5S SERIES AMINNNN. COACHES TOM, KKOMA & ROACH, DO YOUR THING OKAY I BELIEVE IN YOUR MAGICAL, COOKING DRAFTS. PLAY LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST GAME TOGETHER AND PLAY LIKE IT'S YOUR FINAL BREATH. I'M NOT READY FOR THIS ROSTER TO END EARLY SO PLEASE MY BOIS, LET'S HAVE A GOOD SERIES & ENJOY THE JOURNEY. MAY WE HAVE MORE GAMES TOGETHER THIS WORLDS IN SHA ALLAH. LET'S ACTIVATE OUR T1 WORLDS BUFF!!!!! LET'S GET THAT 'LPL SLAYER' COMINGGG!!! ALHAMDULILLAH. IN SHA ALLAH. BISMILLAH. KAJAAAAAA!!! T1 FIGHTING!!! TO ZEUS, ONER, FAKER, GUMAYUSI, KERIA

ZOFGK FIGHTINGGGGG!!!! ❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️

#MAKE THEM BELIEVE 👑

#NOT JUST CHASING THE WIN, BUT LETTING THE WIN COME TO US - GUMAYUSI

#EVERYONE BLOOMS AT THEIR OWN PACE. LET'S HANG IN THERE TOGETHER - ONER

IN T1 WE TRUST, T1 TAKE MY ENERGY AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

HERE'S SOME LOVES FOR ALL T1 FANS AROUND THE GLOBE:

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ROOTING FOR ZOFGK AND PRAYING FOR MORE GAMES TOGETHER

ADDIE 🤍✨

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And if I only could I'd make a deal with God And I'd get Him to swap our places Be runnin' up that road Be runnin' up that hill Be runnin' up that building Say, if I only could, oh

Oh, come on, baby (yeah) Oh, come on, darlin' (yo) Let me steal this moment from you now Oh, come on, angel Come on, come on, darlin' Let's exchange the experience (yo), oh, ooh, ooh

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orangemoonxworks · 4 months ago

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KINGDOM HEARTS: DIVERGE, VOL. 0 THE FORETELLERS, PROLOGUE — VI WRITTEN BY: Naude Lucem -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ava was the youngest of the Foretellers and, despite her young age, she was adept at magic – even being able to cast grand spells. Still, she was naïve. As a Daybreak native, she lived a mostly sheltered life free of any exposure to darkness. It was hard for her to imagine that a calamity such as the darkness scourge existed, even much less that there were realms beyond the skies of Daybreak. In her eyes, things couldn’t have been as bad as they’d seemed. Ava, like many, was spoiled by the light’s grace. However, that gave her the freedom to be her spunky and cheerful self. Her heart was so pure it was infectious, but that’s what drew people to her, and what allowed her to get close to others.

Having received his request the day prior, Ava ventured to the Master’s chamber. When she arrived, he was deeply engrossed in an alchemic experiment. He was unusually silent, which was a rare occurrence. After finishing up his notes, he turned in his chair then slapped his thighs.

“So, you're curious about the Book of Prophecies, right?”

“Huh? Uh, well, maybe. Is that the reason you asked me to come by?”

“Hmm, yes and no. The Book of Prophecies is a golden trove of information. But unfortunately, that's all it is. It can't prevent catastrophes from happening, and it can't change anything. However,” The Master paused for a second, then wagged his index finger. “Knowledge is key. And with enough knowledge, you can do just about anything ‒ even tip the scales of destiny. So, the Book of Prophecies is a must have! Unfortunately, that's what makes it extremely dangerous. In the hands of someone with dark intentions, they can turn our reality upside down.”

“That’s why you keep the Book hidden?”

“Yeah, it's a bummer though. I don't get to read it at all” the Master pouted, palming his cheek. “Just imagine the kinds of juicy secrets that are in there?! So many things to know like, for example, my face under this hood! The Book knows what I look like! If you were curious enough, you could find out just how dashing and drop-dead handsome I am! Who knows, I could be an Adonis under here!”

Ava frowned. “Uh, Master, what you look like doesn't matter.”

“Huh?” The Master replied in a softened and dejected voice. He lowered his head then whimpered while clutching his chest, “My spirit is broken, and my heart is irreparably damaged.”

“I didn't mean it that way. You're our Master, and we value you and your guidance. So...”

The Master lifted his head for a second, then leapt from the chair to his feet, stroking his chin. “Of course, you do!! I mean, I am amazing. Hehe.”

Ava couldn’t help but frown again.

(Didn’t take long for him to snap out of it…)

“Anyway,” the Master continued, looking down at her. “Having limitless knowledge opens the door to infinite possibilities. And who doesn't want that kind of power? In fact, I can think of one group of dastardly creatures that'd absolutely LOVE to get their hands on it. Care to guess who?”

“Hmm…the Darkness?”

“Bingo!” he nearly shouted. “Like I said, whatever the book records will happen. Well, that is, unless someone comes into possession of it and starts throwing everything out of whack. So, in preparation for that eventuality, I have an mission for you and only you.”

“Uh, me?” Ava asked, confusedly pointing to herself.

“Yes. You might be the only hope of keeping the light from expiring.”

“Light expiring? W-What do you mean? And why me??”

“Because you’re like a light that never stops shining.” He said, then placed his hand on her shoulder. “A little candle whose fire never fades even in darkness. And you’ve got a heart stronger than anyone that I’ve ever come across. Who, better than someone like that to carry on the legacy of the light? Hmm?”

“Uh huh. You’re just trying to butter me up, aren’t you?”

The Master chuckled. He tapped her shoulder then took a step back. “More or less. The fact is, is that you’re the only person I can turn to for such a huge undertaking. The others simply aren’t reliable enough. This is something that you, and only you, can do.”

Ava paused for a moment. On the one hand, knowing he’d had that much faith in her made her happy. But on the other hand, the “important mission” he was coaxing her into didn’t inspire much confidence. After all, she had no idea what the “mission” would entail, and she lacked the experience the others had. Still, she could see that he was being sincere. The Master was never one to take serious matters lightly. So, having thought about it, she made up her mind.

“All right, if you say so. What is it that you need me to do?”

“It's simple – forget the notion of unions, find keyblade warriors with potential, and nurture them until they've fully matured ‒ in secret, of course. Then, when the time comes, send them off to another world. They will keep the light alive.”

Ava lowered her head and gripped her robe’s sides. “Are you sure that I’m right person for this?”

The Master gently lifted her head with his hand. “Ava, you're the only person for this. I know you can do it, and I trust you wholeheartedly. If I didn’t have some faith in you, then I wouldn’t have taken you under my wing. So, lighten up. This is your big break.”

“I understand but...you said that the Book falling into the wrong hands is something that could happen. But from the way you’ve been talking, it almost seems like you know something will happen. I-I'm not doubting you or anything! It’s just that…if someone does find the book, then…”

“Let me guess, you want to know what’s inside the Book that’s sooo dangerous, right? Hmm, I guess I could give you a hint. But you have to promise me one thing…” Suddenly, his voice darkened. “Don't get involved in anything going forward – not even squabbles between the others. You hear?”

“O-Okay. I promise.” Ava nodded.

“All right then. Tell me Ava, what is the one thing that people fear the most?”

She thought to herself for a moment. “I guess...the end of life? Or the darkness, maybe?”

“Good choices but no. The answer is rather simple.”

The Master bent down to her level then whispered into the side of her hood.

“It’s the truth.” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

#kingdom hearts diverge #kingdom hearts #fanfic #fanfiction #writeblr #fic #writing #kh #union cross #kh union x #kh union cross #orange moon works #naude lucem #kh fanfic #kh fanfiction

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Voice Lines for Source

Pick Agent:

“Me? Alright! Let’s have some fun!”

C (Have You Tried…):

“Off and back on again.”

“Shut up.”

“throw grunt”

Q (Error!):

“Whoops!”

“Blinding!”

“Blindin’ ‘em!”

E (Reconnect!):

“Check your modem!”

“Laggin’ ‘em!”

“Lag spike!”

X (Oops!):

“Reality’s for losers!” (Ally)

“Bye-bye, suckers!” (Enemy, 50% chance)

“Go play a different game!” (Enemy, 50% chance)

Resurrected:

“Up and at ‘em!”

Match Start:

“Hope they’ve got a good GPU. Wait. Nevermind, ignore me.”

“New game! Let’s go, we got this.”

“Mười ba – không, let’s go!” (13-0)

“Anyone else listening to music right now?”

“Chờ một chút, I gotta look up line-ups.” (Wait a bit)

“Let’s keep them outta here, ‘kay?” (Defenders)

“Defending doesn’t mean waiting, so I am going to hack all of them immediately.” (Defenders)

“Why attack their sites when I could attack their compu- Nevermind, that’s illegal.” (Attackers)

“Lock the fuck in!!!” (Attackers)

Round Start:

“What do you mean, I can’t just set the score to 13-0? That’s ‘cheating’? Chán.” (Boring/lame)

“Take a leak or something, we've been at this for a while.”

“Things feel weird. Feels like someone’s got fast food joint wi-fi.”

“Installing aimbot… Just kiddin’, lol.”

“I will say ‘lol’ and ‘lmao’ out loud, unironically, and no one can stop me.”

“To those of you on your phones right now: Wake up. Game time.”

“I’m running out of things to say.”

“Wow, their code is crazy. Hope they don’t mind if I…”

“Get some stretches in. It’s good for coders, it’ll be good for us.”

“Who needs tech support? Totally won’t mess with anything…”

“Hold on… S, U, D, O! I’m in! *chuckle*”

Last Round Won:

“Skill issue on their part, really.”

“Womp-womp.”

“No errors here!”

“Let’s do that again. And again, and again.”

“And I didn’t even need to cheat!”

Last Round Won, In The Lead:

“Trời ơi, they suck at this!”

“Keep it going! Hahaha!”

Comeback:

“Oi, a comeback, finally.”

“We got one? Trời ơi, that took forever.”

Last Round:

“Mua đi, we can’t take anything with us.” (Buy)

“Go nuts. Spend everything.”

Match Point:

“Đi đi mau! We’re winning this!” (Go, go!/Hurry up!)

“Just one more point!”

Spike Forgotten:

“Uh, where’s the spike?”

“C’mon, focus, don’t forget the spike!”

Shop:

“Spend it!” (Call for buy)

“Save it!” (Call for save.)

“I got extra funds.” (Offer to buy)

“Yo, buy me something?” (Requesting)

Barrier Down:

“Alright!”

“Here goes!”

“Lock in!”

“Ready up!”

“Let’s do this!”

“All set up.”

“Time for some fun.”

Laughter

“Who to target?”

“No errors!”

“Beep, boop.”

“I’m in.”

“Easy peasy.”

“Dễ.” (Easy)

“This’ll be quick.”

“They’re not prepared for this.”

“Focus!”

“And the round starts…”

Kill:

“Dead!”

“One down.”

“Got one.”

“Gotcha!”

“See ya!”

“Tạm biệt.” (Bye.)

“End task!”

“Oof.”

“Shut down.”

Headshot:

“Ouch!”

“Pure skill!”

“Bop.”

“Đầu lên!” (Heads up!)

“Ding!”

“Bang!”

Melee:

“Swish!”

“Way too close!”

Triple:

“Three of ‘em.”

Quadra:

“Four of ‘em!”

Last Kill:

“That’s a wrap!”

“Round over!”

“Dubs!”

“Rolled ‘em!”

“On to the next round!”

“Sometimes, tech just needs a good kick!” (Melee)

“Error 404: Skill not found.” (Killed MVP)

One Kill Left (Deathmatch):

“One left.”

Spike:

Defuse Resumed:

“Ði. I have things to do.” (Go.)

“Back to work.”

Defuse Running Out:

“Hooray, more radianite exposure.”

“*tsk* Chẹt…” (lit. “die”, used as a swear like “damn” or “fuck”)

Defuse Successful:

“Defusal complete!”

“Error 403: That was forbidden.”

Ace:

“They should just uninstall!”

“See that? See that?!”

“Skill diff, no hacks necessary!”

Clutch:

“200: I’m ok!”

“I’ve worked through worse messes.”

“Made like, 5 errors, but it worked in the end.”

Flawless:

“And that’s what I call a roll!”

“No errors! Damn, good work!”

Low HP:

“So many error messages…”

“Hoo, wow, that was stressful!”

Thrifty:

“No money spent! …Almost.”

Match Win:

“Match win! Let’s go!”

“Another dub for the record!”

“I mean, what did you expect?”

“Time to uninstall, losers!”

Match MVP:

“And I’m MVP!”

“I’mma see if I can crash their clients, now.”

“I can bend reality. Seriously, of course this happened!”

#valorant #valorant oc #valorant fan character #valorant agent concept #valorant source

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rikasfundingassociates · 1 year ago

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[New Chatroom] A Sparkling Surprise.

This chatroom originally took place on April 1st, 2023.

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--- [ACTOR has entered the chatroom.]

[ACTOR]: hmm... so quiet!

[ACTOR]: you people are so busy.... certainly you could spend some time to keep me company, hm?

--- [HEIR has entered the chatroom.]

[HEIR]: I'll put a bookmark in my work just for you. ^^

[HEIR]: It is really quiet today, though. I wonder why ...

[ACTOR]: [HEIR]! oh darling it's so lovely seeing you ^^

[ACTOR]: I wonder if it's because of the holidays... so much to do this time of the year

[HEIR]: That's true too ... I guess spring around this time does get quite hectic.

[ACTOR]: Any big plans✨ or just the same old same old?

[HEIR]: Nothing that I'm aware of ... I'm only looking forward to Easter because of a close friend, but that's really it. I'd love to plan something more worthwhile though ... Lately, I've only ever around after work. T T

[HEIR]: What about you? Do you have anything coming up? :0

[ACTOR]: ohhh just the usual! Well- aside from all the seasonal stuff! It's fun being able to be on the opposite end of the runway this time of year for sure...

[ACTOR]: I know I'm one to insist but I'd love to have you model some of my clothes sometime! ^_^ You'd look dashing in anything

[HEIR]: I've never done anything like that before .. but I appreciate the offer!

[HEIR]: Perhaps one day, I can.

[ACTOR]: Lovely

--- [ASSISTANT has entered the chatroom.]

[ASSISTANT]: 😑

[ASSISTANT]: Notifications.

[ACTOR]: 😅

[HEIR]: We apologize ...

[HEIR]: But it's simply too quiet!! :(

--- [GAMER has entered the chatroom.]

[GAMER]: omg!!!.. u have a good point!

[GAMER]: it is kinda quiet... not anymore though ^^!

[HEIR]: Not anymore indeed!! >:) Hello, [GAMER].

[GAMER]: HI [HEIR] !

[ASSISTANT]: It's fine, I suppose.

[ACTOR]: aw... come on [ASSISTANT] cheer up where's the pep in your step darling?

[ACTOR]: And yes! hello [GAMER]

[GAMER]: :]! helloo..

[GAMER]: u should totally cheer up !

[GAMER]: it's the first of the month!! new month new u..?!

[ACTOR]: I quite like that motto

[ASSISTANT]: It's nothing special, really. But fine, I will refrain from being annoyed. I just find it to be unprofessional for my phone to be buzzing while at work.

[ACTOR]: ... you're still at work?

[ASSISTANT]: No, but I'm doing work at home and it's the principle that matters.

[HEIR]: So productive!

[HEIR]: But I fear the stress ...

[ASSISTANT]: ...

[HEIR]: .. If you insist.

[ACTOR]: work, shmerk, I get a little tired hearing about it...

[ACTOR]: so happy to see you all in one place again

[ACTOR]: at least... almost all of us

[GAMER]: awwww...

[HEIR]: It is fun to see most of us here together. I miss this kind of thing...

[ACTOR]: I miss the days we would put on those parties...

[HEIR]: I MISS THOSE DAYS TOO!!! They were so much fun ..

[HEIR]: We need to get out heads back in the game!! We mustn't stall any longer!!! One of these days will be the right day. I know it. I am ... confident.

[HEIR]: .. ^^;

[GAMER]: this is so!! nostalgic!! omg..:]

[ACTOR]: it certainly is... just like the good old days now isn't it?

[ASSISTANT]: You all are in quite the reminiscing mood.

[ASSISTANT]: But... I suppose that this isn't too bad. I've only hear stories of the parties you used to throw, and I would like to see what you all can do one day.

[ASSISTANT]: With my help, of course.

[HEIR]: Of course ..

[GAMER]: YEAH!!! ofc ..<3

[GAMER]: i think reminising is nice sometimes. its always fun aswell^^!

[ACTOR]: I am hopeful of the future call it wishful of me, but I can feel it in my bones. There will be another party I swear by it

[HEIR]: Well if that's wishful, then I'll be wishful with you!!

[ASSISTANT]: Ah. Speaking of.

[ASSISTANT]: It seems I have received a... few strange emails.

[ACTOR]: hm?

[HEIR]: ?!

[HEIR]: Strange emails?

[GAMER]: whatt?? do u have any idea who it's from?

[ASSISTANT]: Yes.

[ASSISTANT]: Perhaps I am being a bit jumpy, but it's almost as if they're applications.

[ASSISTANT]: Applications to join the RFA.

[ASSISTANT]: Which I do not remember sending out.

[HEIR]: We haven't hosted a party in a year, who's sending out applications now? Did any of you guys call for volunteers?

[ACTOR]: i haven't no...

[GAMER]: ?!! not that I remember ;;;..

[ASSISTANT]: None of them are from anyone I'm familiar with either.

[ASSISTANT]: We've gotten 6 so far. Which is... very strange.

[ASSISTANT]: Nothing in common from what I see either, at least, what I can find googling their names.

[ACTOR]: ,,, maybe it's a prank 😅 April fools?

[HEIR]: If that's the case, what a cruel prank that is...

[ASSISTANT]: I doubt it, this has been over the past week, not just today.

[GAMER]: maybe..!? what if we like... got hacked....;;

[GAMER]: that'd be a super planned out prank..

[ASSISTANT]: Hacked? Don't we have measures for that?

[GAMER]: YEA!! thats why it'd be crazy if it happened..

[HEIR]: This is so weird.

[ACTOR]: I hope it's just... nothing

[ACTOR]: it's so very strange

[ASSISTANT]: Indeed.

--- [HACKER has entered the chatroom.]

[HACKER]: WHO DID IT.

[ACTOR]: oh my- is everything alright?!

[HEIR]: ??!

[GAMER]: WHAT

[ASSISTANT]: [HACKER].

[HACKER]: DON'T ACT ALL INNOCENT

[HACKER]: ONE OF YOU IS CAPABLE OF HORRORS BEYOND HUMAN UNDERSTANDING

[ACTOR]: dear heavens...

[HEIR]: What are you on about???

[HACKER]: OKAY !!! OKOKOK

[HACKER]: OK

[HACKER]: imagine !!!

[HACKER]: no wait i need to properly conceptualize my experience

[HACKER]:

>be me

>its a hot day and i want to browse the tube !!

>i got for a good old reliable, dr. pepper

>IT WAS NOT RELIABLE

>MY MOUTH TASTES LIKE BUZZING

[HACKER]: i know one of you recognizes that story now...

[ACTOR]: ...buzzing????

[ACTOR]: isn't that just the carbonation..?

[GAMER]: DUDE

[GAMER]: DID YOY GET POISONED

[HACKER]: THE EQUIVALENT OF POISON, YES

[HACKER]: THAT WAS NOT SODA CARBONATION

[ASSISTANT]: How dramatic.

[HACKER]: THAT WAS SPARKLING WATER.

[GAMER]: OH NY GOD

[GAMER]: how many fingers am i holding up

[HACKER]: seventeen

[HACKER]: anyways did you do it

[GAMER]: oh my god....

[GAMER]: :dove:

[HACKER]: please avenge me..,..,.

[GAMER]: I WILL!!!!

[HEIR]: Pardon me for laughing but ... that sounds really silly, [HACKER], I can't help but giggle.

[HACKER]: YOU CAN'T BELITTLE MY TRAUMA !!!! THIS IS VERY SERIOUS

[ACTOR]: This is a bit entertaining^^ you always manage to make me laugh [HACKER]

[HACKER]: i know it's april fools and all... but this is a new low for even me

[ASSISTANT]: Who's not to say you're pranking us right now?

[HACKER]: DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY MOUTH.

[GAMER]: it's ok [HACKER].. it's ok. im here....

[HEIR]: Gasp ...

[HEIR]: The plot thickens

[HACKER]: I CAN SEND RECIEPTS.

[GAMER]: no :(

[GAMER]: pls do not

[HACKER]: thank you, [GAMER]... at least someone understands ...

[GAMER]: i do ....

[HACKER]: i still continue to struggle to understand how anyone could ever enjoy sparkling water

[HACKER]: what is there to like about it !!! its the antithesis of everything fun and cool and good

[HACKER]: it looks like water .... but it HURTS

[ACTOR]: sure, why not^^ send the receipts if you wish I'm a little curious

[ACTOR]: wouldn't you have noticed your dr pepper was in fact not that?

[HACKER]: i don't know !!!! it was in the regular can and everything

[HACKER]: the lovely logo was there as always to greet me

[ACTOR]: oh my.... this all sounds so elaborate...

[GAMER]: that's a lot of effort to prank u... seems personal... ;;

[HACKER]: that's why i KNEW it had to be one of you !!

[HACKER]: only someone who knew my deepest weakness could hoodwink me so well

[ACTOR]: what a silly case of who dunnit....

[GAMER]: bamboozle

[HEIR]: Sounds like dedication, really

[ASSISTANT]: And a lot of free time, which I don't have.

[HACKER]: evil genius and pure diabolicaness !!!

[GAMER]: i could never be that evil.. wasn't me :broken_heart:

[HACKER]: who could ever have it out for poor me...

[ACTOR]: I don't really have much of an alibi outside of me just knowing I did not do it

[ACTOR]: I guess my innocence comes down to trust

[HEIR]: Yeah.. I didn't do it either :(

[HACKER]: i trust you, [ACTOR]

[HACKER]: the others, not so much...

[ACTOR]: :adore: how sweet, [HACKER]

[HEIR]: You don't trust me ?!

[GAMER]: omg

[GAMER]: this is getting intense...

[HEIR]: I'm wounded ... T T

[HACKER]: forgive me [HEIR], but you're like the peak stereotype of a sparkling water enjoyer

[GAMER]: am i not trustworthy!! i comforted you during this hard time... </3..

[HEIR]: HEY WHAT

[HACKER]: THE IMAGE IS SO CLEAR

[HACKER]: SITTING IN YOUR SKYSCRAPER WINDOW OFFICE AT YOUR DESK... FANCY GLASS IN HAND

[HACKER]: filled with what, you might ask?

[HACKER]: SPARKLING WATER

[ASSISTANT]: Not to point fingers but anyone who aims to appear more innocent would instantly comfort the victim, especially if they were the culprit.

[GAMER]: HUH!!

[HEIR]: For the record, my fancy glasses are typically filled with RED WINE. AND!!! EVEN IF I WAS A SPARKLING WATER ENJOYER (Which I am not.) ... What could have possibly possessed me to have even an ounce of dedication to impose such a prank on you?!

[HACKER]: joyous whimsy

[HEIR]: I'm wrongfully accused. :crycry:

[GAMER]: oh my god ive set myself up...

[GAMER]: it's just us , [HEIR]

[GAMER]: watch my back ill watch yours...

[ACTOR]: how intense!

[HEIR]: nuh uh ... I think [ASSISTANT] has a point ... You're more suspicious than me!!!

[GAMER]: NOOOO

[HACKER]: [GAMER] MY BESTIE

[HACKER]: be honest with me

[HACKER]: .... did you do it ?

[GAMER]: NEVER!!!

[GAMER]: i wouldn't dream of it :(:(

[HACKER]: I DON'T KNOW WHO TO BELIEVE !!!!

[GAMER]: WE BONDED!!!

[HACKER]: WHAT IF IT WAS A TRAUMA BOND ...

[HACKER]: STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ...

[GAMER]: THAT WOUOD MEAN I GOT TRAUMATIZED TOO

[HACKER]: MAYBE YOU DID

[GAMER]: WHAT IF SPARKLING WATER GOT SNUCK INTO MY DRINKS TOO

[HACKER]: FROM PRANKING ME

[GAMER]: NOOOO

[ASSISTANT]: You people and your theatrics...

[ACTOR]: it's almost like a soap opera...

[GAMER]: IT WASNT ME....

[HACKER]: BUT IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE...

[HACKER]: DOES THAT MEAN YOU LIKE IT?

[GAMER]: NO

[GAMER]: NOOOOOO

[HACKER]: [ACTOR] HELPPPP

[GAMER]: HELP....

[HACKER]: THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TRUST

[HACKER]: WHAT DO YOU THINK

[ACTOR]: hm...

[ACTOR]: oh i hate choosing between friends >.<

[HACKER]: one of these people ISN'T a friend

[ACTOR]: :hehe:

[HACKER]: i was never good at mystery games ...

[ACTOR]: nor was I!

[ACTOR]: does this make me the watson to your sherlock?

[HACKER]: it's merely elementary ...

[ASSISTANT]: And juvenile. You all have a very funny way of going about this.

[HEIR]: :rose_giggle:

[HACKER]: don't you see how life or death this matter is ???

[GAMER]: :broken_heart:

[ACTOR]: come on now [ASSISTANT]... this situation is very dire...

[ASSISTANT]: :raised_eyebrow:

[HACKER]: don't you care about the security of the RFA !!! if there's a rogue prankster in our midst theres no telling what else might happen !!

[ASSISTANT]: :jaeheesigh:

[ACTOR]: i think.... the culprit should confess... and if they do we will forgive them <3

[HEIR]: Well, it wasn't me. That's for sure.

[HACKER]: i won't.

[GAMER]: IT WASNT ME!!

[ACTOR]: then who WAS it??!

[HEIR]: What a cliffhanger ...

[HEIR]: Perhaps, we will never know. :(

[ACTOR]: ... :SCsorry:

[GAMER]: omg...

[HACKER]: i guess a prankster can never reveal their ways :"

[ASSISTANT]: Certainly. That would spoil his fun.

[HACKER]: yeah .... that IS true ...

[ACTOR]: ...

[HEIR]: Hm

[ACTOR]: [ASSISTANT] darling, that is a funny choice of pronouns ^^

[ASSISTANT]: I know.

[GAMER]: ....omg........

[ACTOR]: is there... something you want to tell us?

[ASSISTANT]: Hm?

[ASSISTANT]: Oh, I suppose.

[ASSISTANT]: Sparkling water isn't that bad.

[GAMER]: OMG.

[HACKER]: ………. … .. .. .

[HEIR]: No. Way.

[GAMER]: OH MY GOD...

[HEIR]: NO WAY?????

[HACKER]: IT WAS YOU??

[ASSISTANT]: What it is is spending several hours replacing the doctor pepper.

[GAMER]: YOU MADMAN

[ASSISTANT]: ? Yes.

[ASSISTANT]: April Fools.

[HACKER]: WHAT THE FUH HAKAXZA

[ACTOR]: Oh my :hehe:

[HEIR]: That is a plot twist

[ASSISTANT]: You have been, as they say, played.

[HACKER]: HAHAHAHAHAHA

[GAMER]: THIS IS CRAZY

[HACKER]: I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT FROM YOU, [ASSISTANT]

[HACKER]: i guess you really do learn from the best !!! :3

[ASSISTANT]: Haha.

[ASSISTANT]: Yes, let's say that.

[ASSISTANT]: :)

[HACKER]: i’m dropping off Kirby at your house btw

[HACKER]: and he's not leaving

[HACKER]: :3

[ASSISTANT]: ....

[ASSISTANT]: If you insist.

[HACKER]: enjoy litter box duty, funny guy

[HACKER]: gotta go wash out my mouth, peace !!

-- [HACKER has left the chatroom.]

[HEIR]: :rose_giggle:

[ACTOR]: :adore:

[GAMER]: BYEEEEE!!!

[HEIR]: That was a good laugh :cmere:

[GAMER]: im still processing it... omg...

[ASSISTANT]: I am glad it was enjoyed by all. I spent very long on it. :)

[HEIR]: I would have never expected such a prank from you, [ASSISTANT]

[HEIR]: I applaud you ...

[GAMER]: TOTALLY!!! kudos<3

[ASSISTANT]: I thought it would be nice to step out of my comfort zone as many suggest.

[ACTOR]: Yes yes!!! :UWAH: this was done so well... the commitment...

[GAMER]: YEAH!!!

[ASSISTANT]: I do have to go now, however. I still have work to make up after spending so much time replacing soda.

[ASSISTANT]: Thank you all for your time.

-- [ASSISTANT has left the chatroom.]

[ACTOR]: bye bye :adore:!

[HEIR]: Bye!!!

-- [HACKER has entered the chatroom.]

[HACKER]: IT WAS MORE THAN ONE

[HACKER]: HE FILLED THE REST OF THE 12 PACK WITH SPARKLING WATER TOO

[GAMER]: WHAT

[HEIR]: WOW

[GAMER]: WHATT

[HACKER]: FOOL ME ONCE SHAME ON YOU

[HACKER]: FOOL ME TWICE ....

[HACKER]: im really impressed

[GAMER]: fool u twelve times...

[HEIR]: Fool you twelve times ..

[HEIR]: :rose_giggle:

[HACKER]: no way im throwing the rest of these out

[HACKER]: no... wait...

[HACKER]: that was 10 dollars

[ACTOR]: welll... maybe drop them off with Kirby? he did say he didn't mind it :hehe:

[HACKER]: maybe if i just close my eyes... and pretend ....?

[GAMER]: robbery..

[ACTOR]: no... don't do it !!!

[HACKER]: I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THOSE DR PEPPERS

[HACKER]: perhaps i will give him the rest

[GAMER]: im so sorry for ur loss.....

[HACKER]: he's probably the only one of us that could make use of them

[HACKER]: thank you ....

[HACKER]: he'll pay dearly one day

[GAMER]: i believe in u ..

[GAMER]: ive gotta like totally process this...

[GAMER]: ill see u guys around though!!^^

-- [GAMER] left the chatroom.

[ACTOR]: Goodbye!! :UWAH:

[ACTOR]: perhaps we can plan something in the future...

[HACKER]: seeya [GAMER] !!!

[HACKER]: you think we can give it another try ??

[HEIR]: I think so. I kind of ,, hope so.

[HACKER]: ... :)

[HACKER]: i'd like that

[HEIR]: ^^

[HACKER]: . crap boss is calling

[HACKER]: see you guys around !! :3

-- [HACKER has left the chatroom.]

[HEIR]: Seeya !!!

[ACTOR]: bye... :cmere:

[ACTOR]: I suppose you'll be off too, then?

[HEIR]: Yeah ... it's getting late.

[HEIR]: I'm still so nervous though. :nervy:

[ACTOR]: Over the applications?

[HEIR]: Yes...

[ACTOR]: me too...

[HEIR]: Getting applications is so lovely and my optimistic side wants to see it as a sign to get things going but it's also so bizarre and weirdly timed.

[HEIR]: And peculiar in general

[ACTOR]: It's not like we'd be looking for people either...

[HEIR]: Right ...

[ACTOR]: Hm...

[ACTOR]: I just hope [ASSISTANT] will be able to handle it.

[HEIR]: I'm sure he will. He's capable!! And generally great! >:0

[HEIR]: I might ask him to forward them to me ... I'm curious.

[HEIR]: But I also want to keep all hopes up! Good energy! Positivity! So if we do end up hosting a party again, it will be smooth. :adore:

[ACTOR]: fingers crossed for all good things then!!

[HEIR]: Crossing my fingers as we speak!!!

[HEIR]: Goodnight, [ACTOR] ^^

-- [HEIR has left the chatroom.]

[ACTOR]: And good to you as well^^

-- [ACTOR has left the chatroom.]

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Transcript provided by [UNKNOWN]. rika's funding association (or the "rfa" for short) is a private, non-profit organization whose primary objective is to make the world a safer and kinder place for everyone. they will pay for what they did to me. can you hear me?

#kgrp #teaser #wrw blf urmzoob tvg rg?

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gaybitchfx · 2 years ago

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Hey!!!!

I love your writing!

Can i request Eddie Munson x male reader, where the reader is a total menace to society, and like Eddie is seen as a freak.

The type of guy to steal a street sign, just someone who hardly takes anything seriously and is just goofy the whole time.

But when the whole Vecna thing happens people start to see that the whole "I'm dumb, let's do something fun" front is just a facade and he's actually this insecure boy, with a fucked up family, that just tries to keep the others happy.

And like him kinda sacrificing himself in the Upside down, but he makes it out alive through dumb luck and a few skills he picked up while being a menace to society

Note: I’m so glad you love my writing! And I snorted when reading this 😭 This shit is long too since I had to rewatch episode 9 to remember what had happened.

A LITERAL MENACE

Character(s): Eddie Munson

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff & Angst

Warning(s): Spoilers for season 4 and episode 9!

Edited: ❌

You were an…odd case.

Whenever Jason would throw insults are Eddie or call him a freak you would literally threaten him and throw your own insults till Eddie has to make you shut up. Like right now, Jason had decided to pick on Eddie once again for the 3rd time this week.

"Listen here you dirty blond bimbo, my patience with you is quickly becoming limited and I'm ready to just throw you out the goddamn window!" You pointed and shouted at him getting everyone's attention in the cafeteria. "Pssh...as if you could even pick me up L/n. You don't have the guts." Jason laughed making his little gang laugh as well.

"You think I'm playing games now huh?! I'll fuckin soccer kick you in the goddamn balls Carver!" You said and as you were walking towards him Eddie quickly grabbed you and just pulled you away from Jason.

"You're lucky I'm bein held!!" You shouted before Eddie put a hand over your mouth. “Just allow your little freak boyfriend to take you away you fucking menace.” Jason scoffed making your blood boil. Eventually everyone resumed to what they were doing and you just sighed when you calmed down. "Honestly, he's so goddamn annoying. Next time he bothers you Eddie make sure to tell me so I can get a stop sign and whack him in the head like a tennis ball." You said with a grin. Everyone at the table blinked owlishly at what you said.

"You don't...actually mean that, right?" Dustin asked as he nervously laugh. "Maybe I do maybe I don't. It all depends on how I feel." You shrugged as you took a bite of your apple.

"You really are a menace Y/n." Mike said making you laugh. "I've been told that for years Mike! Sometimes it's a compliment and others, like Jason and his little basketball friends, it's an insult. But I'll take what you said as a compliment!" You said and gave Mike a slap on the back making a small 'oof' sound come from him.

Now, when you got involved into the whole Vecna thing your personality did a whole 180. You were scared, worried, hell you didn't even know what other emotions you were experiencing all at once.

"I'm fuckin scared man, why did i even agree to this?!" You shouted over Eddie playing his guitar as you held a a baseball bat with nails close to you along with a shield that had more nails in them. "Don't worry Y/n! You'll be fine!!" Dustin shouted before putting goggles on and saw the bats weren't too far. "Eddie!! We gotta lock down in T-minus thirty seconds!" Dustin shouted at him as one hand showed a 3 and another showed a 0. Eddie nodded his head and began playing faster.

"T-minus twenty!" Dustin once again shouted and Eddie played faster. "T-minus ten!" You were pacing back and forth as you watched the bats get closer and closer making you scared shittless. "Five!" Dustin shouted and held up his hand. "One!" And with that Eddie did one last strum of his guitar before they all started running inside. Everyone was shouting at each other before they finally got inside.

"Dude...most metal ever!" "Oh my... Oh my God." They both hollered and jumped in excitement. You and the other hand was walking back and forth while gripping your hair in a panic state. "It's alright Y/n. Calm down we're all safe." Eddie said, trying his best to calm you down.

"Calm down?! How am I gonna calm down when there fucking man eating bats right outside that can come and get us at any second?!" You shouted at him, your voice cracked while doing so.

"Wow... This is the first time I'm seeing you like this.." Dustin said, his eyes widened in shock. "I'm not who you really think I am. I'm not so upbeat when it comes to things like this... I have family issues and I really just wanna keep you all happy so none of you have to worry so much when you might have your own problems.. I even worry about what you guys think of me so I put up this little facade to make you all like me." You blurted out while sniffling since you were crying from both stress and fear. They both stood there in silence as they allowed the information to sink in.

"You don't gotta put up an act to make us like you Y/n. You can just be you and we'll still like you." Eddie said as he placed a hand on your small and gave it a couple pats. Dustin nodded agreeing before he jumped since the banging outside became louder. All three males stood close to the exit and kept their guard up.

"Hey, dipshits! Give up that easy, huh?!" Dustin shouted as the banging became quiet. "Hush! Is this really necessary?" Eddie hushed Dustin. "They're on the roof." Eddie said and pointed his spear up at the ceiling. "Shit, shit shit," Dustin muttered under his breath as all three of them began to follow where they were heading.

"It's too quiet... Is there any other way to can get inside?" You asked as you looked at a certain hole in the roof before one had put its head inside scaring everyone. Dustin and Eddie both began stabbing at it since they were the ones with a spear while you only had a bat which you were pretty good at handling. Eddie then grabbed a chair and stood on it before placing his 'shield' over the hole.

"Wait... Are there any other vents in here somewhere?" You asked making Eddie's eyes widen. "Oh, shit!" Eddie quickly got off the chair and grabbed his spear before running to where he knows where one of the vents were, Dustin and Y/n followed right behind him.

When they got to his room a bunch of bats came flying out the vent. Eddie had quickly closed the door before they could come out of the room, but as soon as he did that one of them began hitting the door and soon more followed. "Shit!" Dustin shouted as he, you, and Eddie made a run for it to the exit.

"That's not gonna hold!" "Let's go! Let's go!" "Holy mother of mary!" The all shouted as Dustin climbed up the rope and Eddie followed right after him. "C'mon Y/n!! Hurry up!!" Dustin screamed. "That door isn't going to hold forever!!" Eddie shouted. You held onto the rope before a little thought crossed your mind.

You pulled on the rope completely making it fall down and then you moved the mattress out of the way. "Y/n!! What the fuck are you doing?!!" Eddie screamed at you, worry in his eyes. "I'll make sure to come back. If I don't than one of you can take all the shit I own!" You told them with a smile. "Y/n!" Dustin shouted but you were long gone. You pulled an Eddie and ran outside attracting all of them to you.

You stayed a couple feet away from the house and held the bat you hand in your hand ready to swing. So when one came at you, you didn't hesitate to hit it and a couple more followed after and you just went ham on hitting them. "C'mon you fuckers!! Let's play a lil baseball and see how things end!!" You shouted before whacking one off to the side.

Eddie and Dustin had to go quickly because now that max 'died' it caused four large splits into the ground. "What about Y/n?!" Eddie shouted at Dustin as they watched his house get split into slight halves. Dustin couldn't even answer that question because he didn't know if you were actually alive or not.

Dustin looked over at the slightly split house before seeing a hand on the side of the open part of the house. And out came you from around the corner limping, bleeding a bit, and really tired. "Y/n!!" Dustin shouted as he ran over to you. Eddie followed right behind Dustin before they both pulled you away from the large crack. You looked at the two with a smile. "Told ya I was gonna come back." You said with a thumbs up.

"H-...How? I thought you died in there..." Eddie sobbed as he hugged you with a tight ass grip along with Dustin. "Dumb luck I suppose. And my sweet baseball moves!" You laughed before groaning.

"Can we go to the hospital at least? I think I fractured my ribs and pulled a muscle in my leg. After that let's see if we can get Eddie's name cleared from being a murderer." You said. "O-...Oh right the hospital!" Dustin exclaimed as he wrapped one of your arms around his neck to help you walk. Eddie stood there about to say something, but instead he kept quiet.

"You too pretty boy, let's go." You said and motioned him over to you. Eddie let out a breathy chuckle before wrapping your other arm over his shoulder.

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grippingbeskar · 2 years ago

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter ten - perfect timing

[series masterlist] [previous chapter]

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, knives, mentions of blood, torture, disease, surgery, scars, description of wounds/cuts

a/n: hope we are all feeling up for this because baby i am not. the slow burn is burning and i am not okay. also in case it’s not obvious, i have thrown (0) knives in my life. i’m making this shit up. don’t throw knives with this advice, or at all really. thx.

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“First thing you do is look for a way out. Always gotta have a way to get cover if things go to shit.” Frank explains, and you turn around, both of you still standing at the door.

Frank brought you to David Lieberman’s old place, an underground garage still full of old tech shit, but it was enough for you to recover for the next few days, and had the computers Frank could use to map out your way into ‘Silo’.

“There’s only one exit.” You turn around, looking up at him right under his chin.

“Did you look?”

“They aren’t exactly going to give me a tour of the place when we get down there. I’m guessing we would be in the-“

“You don’t guess. First thing is to be prepared for every situation. If they ask you to meet in the front room, you map every god damn room in the house, because they want you unprepared. When you walk in there, you’re gonna know every exit, every hiding place and every weapon you could use.” He could tell you hated being told what to do and how to do it, but you finally nodded once, and spun back around, walking further into the room and opening the back door to what served as a kind of bedroom.

“This. I could use the table to cover.” You point to a metal table by the doorway, and he sees your eyes dart between it, setting up the would be defence.

“Good. Now you’re stuck in there - what do you do?” Your eyebrows furrow, and you disappear into the room, and he hears the crank of some metal. Suddenly, you appear in the doorway again, holding what remains of a giant pipe.

“Weapon?” You ask, whipping it around in front of you like a sword.

“Did you just pull that off the wall?”

“Use your surroundings, right?” He gives a little nod, trying to hide a smile.

He’s been drilling you about this the entire car ride, giving you fake scenarios and getting you to wrap your head around how to approach a fight. You weren’t a complete novice, but you didn’t fight with your head, and that’s when shit gets out of hand.

Watching as you walk into the kitchen and pull out a few knives in the drawer, flipping them in your hand to find the best fit, he can’t help but stare. It’s been a long couple of weeks, and maybe it’s the remains of a wearing-down concussion, but he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since last night.

He knows what loss is. What the fear and the dread is like when you think it’s coming, when you think you’ve lost what means the most. You were so fucking cold when he pulled you out of that water, and he never took a breathe the entire time he sprinted you back to the hotel, leaving the doctor and a pile of dead bodies behind him.

He was terrified. More than he’s been in years. He didn’t fear anything anymore. He’d lost the three things he gave a fuck about, and now nothing could scare him, nothing could shake him. Until last night, when you were bleeding out in front of him and he thought he wouldn’t be able to save you.

“If I’m close enough to use this, though, I won’t need it.” You slap the knife back on the kitchen table and sigh.

“Not if you throw it.”

“Throw it?“ You say with a giant grin, half laughing as you pick it up and swing it around. “I can hardly hit something with a gun!”

“Dont focus on that. This is just using your environment.” Rolling your eyes, you start to walk towards him. “When we walk in there, it’s not gonna be about who’s stronger or faster, it’ll be who’s smarter. You have to be smarter.”

“Yeah. I know.” You look down at the ground, and Frank regrets the words a little. He can tell how you’re still feeling guilty about what happened at the docks. Yeah, he was pissed before because you didn’t listen, but in the end you made the right call. If that guy had gotten the jump on you, who knows how far he would of made it. Frank hadn’t expected to find the doctor inside, and was too busy trying not to shoot him that he couldn’t dip out to clean up like he’d said.

“Turn the switches on for the main power. Gotta give it some time before we can hook all the computers up.”

“I hope you know how to do that.” You call out as Frank sits in the chair in the centre of the room, now surrounded by three different monitors booting up, the whir of the machines buzzing all around him. “What even is this place?”

“An old friend used it. He used to watch me from these, then stayed here for a bit. We can probably use it to check the cameras at the work site.” You were giving him a very confused stare, mouth open slightly and eyes wide. He opens his mouth to explain, but you beat him to it.

“You had a friend?” He swings the chair around, his back now to you, hearing you laugh to yourself. “You lived here?”

“For a while.” He could hear you opening the cabinets, but he tried to focus on the computer and not the way you were bending over, reaching down to grab whatever food was still in this place. He could still see you out the corner of his eye, and his hand grabbed the arm of the chair a little tighter. “God damn it.”

“What?”

“This shit is taking forever.” He slides over to the other monitor, still seeing a dark blue loading screen.

“Patience is a virtue.” You say from over his shoulder, and he looks up at you.

“That’s real funny.”

“I thought so. Come, you can teach me how to throw knives while we’re waiting.” He watches as you walk back over to the kitchen, and he sees you wince as you take a step down off the platform where all the monitors sit.

“How’s it feeling?” He gets up and follows you over to the kitchen, nodding his head to your side. Without hesitation you pull up your shirt, and he sees you pull at the gauze. The skin is pink, but it’s already healing. “I thought you said you didn’t heal fast.”

“I don’t. I don’t think I do, at least. Sure as hell never feels like it.”

“You don’t know?” He tries to soften his voice when he asks. He won’t force anything out of you, this whole thing between the two of you relies on a very flimsy string of trust he doesn’t want to snap. You shake your head, eyes still staring at the wound.

“No. I mean, I know they… they put the metal in my hands. Messed with my blood vessels, injected me with stuff that made my cells replenish quicker or something. The doctor tried to explain it to me once, but I wasn’t really listening. Didn’t want to know.” All those years you had been pulled apart, and you didn’t even know what they did to you. He can’t help but look at the long, thin scars along your forearms. “It made my bones stronger, and replaced the bone marrow with the enhanced cells. It’s what my dad was working on.”

“Your dad was working on you?”

“No. God, no. He was a biological engineer. He worked at a hospital, was doing a PHD on bone cancer research. He got grants through some ‘anonymous’ donors to work on changing the cell chemicals so that they could heal on their own and replenish faster. It fights cancer, but in someone who doesn’t have a disease, it makes twice as many.” So the Gnucci’s used your fathers research to experiment where they didn’t have the technology, and then murdered him when they got what they wanted, and used his own kids to test it out. “Dad was smart, so I know that’s why it worked. He would never of…”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You nod a couple times, and quickly turn to wipe a tear falling on your cheek. He grips the edge of the table tighter. “So you have stronger bones?”

“Kind of, I guess. They used the basis of his research to trial their own ideas, like these-“ He sees the glint of the dark silver tips of nail that slide out of your fingertips, only about fours inches long but sharp and strong, and then he watches as they disappear. It’s the first time he notices it draws blood every time you do it. “-they would never heal over if Dads research hadn’t showed them how to reinforce the skin, but it was their idea. The scars… they had a lot of things to try, and only one body to try it on.”

“Your brother-“ A dry laugh comes from your throat, a tight, sharp sound that makes Frank regret bringing it up.

“It was all they had on me. They kept him out of that, and I would sit and let them do what they wanted. I would do what they wanted. Though with what you’ve told me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was fucking half dead already-“

“Hey. Don’t talk like that. Not when we’re this close.” You suck in a long breath and let it out slow.

“You’re supposed to be the cynical one.” You comment after a while and he shrugs, a half smile spreading on his face. “Maybe I do heal faster. My leg is almost perfect.”

“That’s cause I’m damn good.” Rolling your eyes, you pick up the knife.

“Whatever, Dr Castle. Show me how to throw this thing.”

“Stand over there before you throw it at the monitors.” Frank points over to a wider spot out of the way, and you stand facing a long panel of the wall. The plaster is thick enough not to crack with the force of a blade, but it should stick in when you throw it. He grabs a marker from the desk, and draws three circles on the wall, making a target, and dots a tiny spot in the centre. Bullseye.

“I feel like that’s a challenge. Is that a challenge?” You call from your spot about ten feet away as he digs the end of the pen at the spot in the middle, making it darker.

“It’s a target.”

“Still.” You squint at him, a playful glint in your eye a welcomed change to how you were looking at him minutes ago. He doesn’t take it lightly, the conversation you had with him. It was about as honest as he’d seen you aside from your talk with Madani this morning, and he had a feeling with the size of the scars, you might of been putting what they did to you lightly.

He comes up next to you, grabbing another knife off the table. They were kitchen knives, not throwing knives, so not ideal to start with, but the chances of you coming across a proper weapon in the next couple of weeks was slim, so it was practical to start like this.

Practical is what he was telling himself as he stood beside you, watching as your hands wrap around the base of the knife, and trying to shake the feeling of something else sifting to the surface when you leaned towards him as you pretended to throw. He cleared his throat once, then twice.

“It’s about two things. Timing and grip. Hold it towards the end. You need to keep your wrist locked the whole way through, or it’ll fly out before you’re ready.” You adjusted your grip towards the end of the handle, eyes switching between his hand and your own. “That’s it. See where your thumb is? Move it underneath a bit more.”

“It’s exactly where yours is.”

“My hand is bigger. You need more support underneath or you’ll lose the technique in the throw.” You adjust, and he can see you realise he’s right as you manoeuvre the knife in your hand.

“Fine. Timing now, right?” He was standing just off to the right of you, watching as you went through the movement he showed you.

“Keep your wrist tight. You want to let it go when the blade is horizontal, so it has time to travel.” You throw it, and the blade misses spectacularly, clattering to the concrete ground. “Again.”

He shows you the full movement again, watching as his knife lands true, in the middle ring of the make shift target. You throw the rest of the knives in succession, adjusting to each of Franks instructions. To your credit, you are actually a good listener when you want something, so within about half an hour, you are landing your blades within the outer ring of the target, able to hit a different side on command.

“Good.” He says, then goes to tell you to change sides when you look back at him.

“It’s only good if I’m throwing it at someone who had the wingspan of a wall. I’ll never hit a person at this rate, let alone if they move.”

“It’s been half an hour. Give yourself a break.”

“Can you show me again?” You shuffle back, your shoulder in line with his chest. “I want to see when you change direction.”

He says nothing, doesn’t have any god damn words as you back into him, face about an inch from his. He felt like a teenager, trying to cool his jets as he gripped the knife way too hard. Bringing it up, he half goes through the movement, trying to figure out how he’s meant to hit fucking anything when you were this close to him.

“Where are you aiming?” Your voice was a low whisper, and he threw himself into the task at hand.

“Dead centre.”

“Fifty bucks you don’t hit it.” You look up at him at the same time he rolls his eyes down at you. Everything seems to freeze. The same feeling from last night rolls over him, that desire to lean closer to you, be closer. His arm stops halfway above his head. Your eyes lock onto his own, and all that focus, all that energy breaks and melts away under your eyes.

He remembers every damn second of last night, how he was holding you, and how you looked at him as he tucked the lock of hair that was currently hanging in front of your face behind your ear. It was the same way you were looking at him now.

“You don’t have fifty bucks.” He manages, jaw set tight as he keeps looking at you. You were so close, he could feel the heat of your breath on his neck, and as you breathed a laugh and smiled, he couldn’t stand to look away.

He didn’t take his eyes off you as his arm flicked over his head, and the knife slammed into the plaster wall. Frank knew exactly where it was, but he couldn’t care less. You, on the other hand, had looked away, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the target, which had Franks blade stuck right into the centre. Bullseye.

Frank doesn’t know what he was thinking. Maybe he wasn’t thinking at all, maybe the lack of sleep he got last night was catching up with him. He could feel the slam of something in his chest, he could hear it in his head. You were still staring at the target and he needed you to look back, to look at him with those eyes that never held pity or fear or any of the things people usually looked at him with. The arm that threw the knife had a mind of its own, and his fingers caught the side of your jaw, bringing your gaze back to him.

He moved you slowly, waiting for you to push back. There was a small, dull part of him that wanted you to pull away, felt like he deserved you to pull away. You never did, following the guide of his fingertips to bring your face underneath his. You were breathing heavily, almost shuddering a breath when your faces met. You were concentrating hard, eyes flicking between his eyes and his mouth at a mile a minute.

“Guess I owe you.” You hardly get the words out, and your eyes have landed on his mouth. He feels your body move an inch higher against his; you were completely leaning into him now. The hand not on your jaw had instinctively clung to your hip, drawing you to him in a silent plea.

“Sure we can figure somethin’ out.” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, tempting himself as you smiled. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss you.

The thought surprises him, but he doesn’t let it pass. It would be easy - the easiest god damn thing he’s done in years. It almost felt right, to be able to feel your skin against his, to be able to smell the faint vanilla of the shampoo he knows you used last. It would be so easy to kiss you, but he doesn’t have to think about it anymore, because you kiss him.

You were on your tip toes to reach him, and it’s hardly a kiss. Your lips brush his and everything shatters around him. He feels winded, like he’s been punched in the gut. He waits, doesn’t move a fucking inch, because he’s still not entirely convinced it wasn’t an accident, but then you lean into him, and he knows it’s not.

It was softer than he imagined from you. He responds immediately with the same soft question of a kiss. The amount of times he’s imagined getting this close to you, there had been none of this questioning doubt around it, but he’s letting you set the pace, giving you time. When he finally gets his brain to stop short circuiting and realise that you were really fucking kissing him back, that this wasn’t just him, you drop back flat footed and pull away.

He’s heaving a breath in like he’s run the fucking mile, and he wasn’t sure you were breathing at all. He couldn’t read you, your face was a steel case of nothing at all, eyes not blinking, just looking up at him for what felt like forever. He wanted to lean down, his hand was still holding your jaw, and you had twisted so your body was facing him more, your hands laying softly on his chest. He wanted to dive into you, shake every bit of uncertainty off your face and show you-

The computers begin flashing, and Frank curses. Loudly.

Blaring alarms go off around the place, and he almost forgot how paranoid David was when he was Micro. If he didn’t enter the passcode in the next minute your cover would be blown. Even the threat of imminent death doesn’t pull him from the soft grasp of your hand on his shirt, but the sound of the alarm breaks you from your trance.

“What the fuck is that!” You scream over the alarm, and he moves, turning his back to you. Perfect fucking timing, David. As always.

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“Alarm! Give me-“ His words are lost, but honestly you couldn’t give a shit what it was. You were frozen in your spot as soon as he put his hand on you, and now you weren’t sure you could move again.

Your brain was completely blank. You can’t get the look on his face out of your head. It was like you had two heads, the way he was looking at you. Pure confusion and focus, like he was trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

You weren’t entirely sure why you did it. It was probably the way he was holding your jaw, so soft and gentle and unlike how anyone else touched you. Maybe that was it, the fact that Frank had been the first person in over a decade to be kind to you, to look at you as something more than a creation. Like a person.

Maybe that’s why he kissed you back. You didn’t have a whole lot of experience with relationships like that, so maybe he was just doing you a favour so you wouldn’t melt into the floor from embarrassment. It felt like it took him years to kiss you back - was that even called a kiss? More like an accidental look that was a fraction too close for about three seconds.

Either way, the fleeting moment was enough to have your entire perception change, and the blaring alarm suddenly stops, and you are forced to look over at him, the room now completely quiet.

He stands, taking a few steps off the centre platform, but still keeping his distance. God - he probably thinks your going to jump on him the second he comes over here. Every part of you heats with embarrassment at the probable rejection he’s trying to formulate in his head, and you both speak at the same time.

“Listen, I-” He starts, not looking at you.

“I’m going to shower.” Spinning on your heels, the door slams behind you as you almost fly into the bathroom, delaying the inevitable.

As soon as you strip off and jump under the hot water, you hide your face in your hands. Even alone, you feel the need to hide from what just happened. He- Shit, you can’t even think about it. Usually you were so confident, there was nothing he could do that would shake you. Apparently, you were wrong, though, because all it took was about a second of him holding you and you were putty in his hands. As the soap and water cleaned away yesterday’s dirt, your hand drifted over the small part of your hip that his hand touched.

Just for a second, you close your eyes and let yourself think of a world where that would make sense. Where you would be able to let yourself admit how Frank Castle makes you feel, how every time he walks into a room you can’t help but gravitate toward him, how he makes you feel strong even though you don’t think you are. Where you would be able to grab him and kiss him the way you want, the way you haven’t even let yourself think about except when you are about to fall asleep.

But it wasn’t possible, not just because of everything that is happening with your brother and the Colonel, and your probable arrest in a few months, but it was impossible that he thought of you as anything other than a business partner.

A friend.

A bitter taste came on to your tongue when you thought any further past that. You remembered what happened to him, to his family. His wife, who’s ring he still wears around his neck every day. The last thing you would do is come between family. A love like that never leaves, you would be the one to know.

Finally gaining the courage to get out of the shower and get changed, you open the door to the bathroom quietly, but Frank hears it, and calls your name to the front room. He was staring at the computer, and as you came up behind him, you saw an intricate set of plans, blueprints and maps, some of them similar to the ones Agent Madani had shown you earlier that day.

“This is it.” He says, his voice quiet and eyes focused on the maps.

“Looks complicated.” He makes a noise of agreement, and the two of you are clearly happy for the distraction of planning your entries and exits. “What’s that?”

“I’m guessing they’ve hollowed it out, use it as a holding facility. They could get supplies down here-“ He points at a long chute, probably a service elevator shaft when the construction site was in use. “-and then bring in guys from the back, here.”

“Okay. So what way do we take?”

“The elevator shaft would drop us in closer, but we might lose our chance at the Colonel if he bails, okie we have to deal with any guards at some point. If we go in at the back, they’ll be waiting for us, but he can’t get out any other way, and we take them out before we get there.” He looks up at you for a second, and you see his eyes adjust to how close you were standing. You take a step back.

“We can’t lose him.” Frank nods, scrolling through more of the blueprints for the site. “We should go in the back. They’ll be ready, but at least we can expect that.”

Frank turns around fully in his chair, staring at you.

“What?”

“I must be a better teacher than I thought. Sounds like your learnin’ something.” You shove him and his chair goes sliding backward a little as he laughs. You look down at the ground, unable to help the smile that comes across your face at the sound of him. “We good?”

His head is hanging a little lower, and he’s looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Even if this was all you got of him, it would be good enough, you think to yourself. Any part of him, of whatever this thing was now, it was worth it for how it made you feel. You shrugged, a casual action you hoped would hide how very not casual you felt about it, and nodded.

“We’re good.”

“You hungry?” He stands up and lets the chair roll off behind him.

“Always.”

“Good. I’ll cook. You memorise this.” He waves a hand back towards the map, a whole bunch of entries and corners and weaving tunnels like a maze. It would take you hours, days even, to memorise all this, but time was all you had until you were both ready.

You sat down, preparing to start at the beginning and work your way through, but every time you tried to start, your eyes floated to the way Frank was standing in the kitchen, cooking something out of a pot.

This time, when you looked at him, you didn’t force yourself to look away.

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barry-j-blupjeans · 3 years ago

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:0 “I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest” and Taako, please??

35. “I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest”

((50 ways to say "I love you" prompts here! Send some in!))

Magnus didn't want to say anything about it, but to be completely frank, he was getting a little freaked out by Taako sitting so close. If there had been anything he had learned in the past few months, it was that Taako was like a territorial cat who only ever bothered you if he was hungry. And Taako would have said something if he was hungry. And he definitely wouldn't be near Merle, because last time he had complained about hunger to Merle, Merle had taken a handful of dirt from his pocket and offered it as a meal.

Magnus was worried about Merle, for different reasons, but now wasn't the time for that.

Point being is that Taako was sitting incredibly close to both him and Merle. Maybe something about the time loop shit had fucked him up more than he was letting on. He didn't look injured, at least. Magnus was trying not to look at him too much, or make eye contact, lest he scare Taako away, but it was hard. Trying to focus on carving this duck was even harder, but Merle kept talking to himself and Taako kept moving around and distributing the couch.

Magnus just wished he had roommates who could give him a second of peace.

"Alright," Merle said loudly. Magnus looked up. "Maggie isn't gonna say anything and I wasn't gonna say anything but like. You good?"

"Me?" Taako said. "Taako's great."

"You don't usually..." Merle scratched his beard, glancing at Magnus. Magnus didn't want to be having this conversation. Again, territorial cat and all that.

"I'm literally just sitting here," Taako said. "In our dorm. If I had my own dorm, I'd be sitting in it."

"You've got your own room!"

"Taako can hang out if he wants," Magnus said.

"Yeah, but he's not usually this affectionate about it!" Merle said, throwing his hands up. "It's weirdin' me out, man!"

"I'm literally just sitting here," Taako repeated. "You're- whatever, I don't care. I'm gonna enjoy my time in the living area I was given. You can get up if you're bothered by it."

"I'm not bothered by it!" Merle said. "You're just being weird."

"You're being weird," Taako sniped.

"This whole thing is weird," Magnus interrupted. "Taako can sit where he wants. Just please stop moving and talking and- and arguing or I'm going to my room."

"Feel free, homie," Taako said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Up to you," Merle said.

For a blissful one, maybe two minutes, Magnus had his silence back. And then Taako said,

"I'm just kinda fucked up about it, right?" Magnus looked up again. Taako had pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Like, usually we just almost die, but then we did die. A lot. And now I gotta like, talk to the grim reaper or whatever about it 'cus we broke his deal. And it's not like, a big thing, but death isn't my favorite topic, so uh."

"You're meeting with him again?" Magnus asked, setting aside his carving tools. Something in my mind whispered "you have to wait for the cat to approach you first" and he beat it back with a stick. Taako was a person, not a pet.

"Yeah," Taako said, peaking from beneath his hat.

"Want me to come with ya?" Merle offered.

"I can scare him away if I need to," Magnus said.

"No, it's fine," Taako said. "It's just weird. I don't wanna talk about death, I wanna talk about, like, recipes and shit. He seems like a good hang, so I wasn't gonna be like "hell no". But I'm kinda like, "hell no" anyway because there's fifty-fifty of me ending up in prison so."

"Just talk to him!" Merle said. "Doesn't have to be about death!"

"Kinda does," Magnus said. "Like, that's the whole meeting purpose."

"Get the boring stuff outta the way then," Merle said. "Listen, kid. I trust him. He seems like a chill dude."

"He tried to kill us," Magnus pointed out. "Also he got your arm chopped off."

"I remember someone with an ax coming towards me and it sure wasn't him, Magnus!"

"What am I supposed to say, though?" Taako interrupted. "Like, "Hey I know we're supposed to talk about me and my friends-"

"Aw, we're your friends!"

""-but I'd rather just hang out with you, if I'm being honest." Like, what?"

"I think that's pretty good actually," Magnus said. "You state your point pretty clear. Less death, more friendship, and all that."

"Yeah!" Merle said. "That's my life motto."

"Less death, more friendship?"

"No, the "that's pretty good actually"."

"I fucking hate both of you," Taako cackled, pulling his hat over his face to muffle his laughter. "This is the worst. I'm going back to my room!"

"But I've got so much more advice!" Merle exclaimed. "Is this gonna be like a date thing or a hang-out thing or what? 'Cus I've got more advice for the first one. My first date with my ex-wife-"

"The start of that sentence gives me all the information I wanna know, actually," Magnus butted in before it could get any worse. Taako was still hanging off the side of the couch, laughing so hard Magnus could hear him wheezing. "Thank you so much, Merle, we'll definitely come back to you on that."

"No, we won't!" Taako wheezed.

"No, we won't," Magnus agreed.

#taako #merle highchurch #magnus burnsides #taakitz #future taakitz at least :D #mine #ise cube writing #asks #iwilltranscend

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kyuuppi · 4 years ago

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“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣ You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣ Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣ He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do.

➣ That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings.

➣ Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea.

➣ You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣ The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣ Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣ Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣ “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣ Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections.

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor.

➣ But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day.

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear.

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by.

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!”

➣ And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around.

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room.

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you.

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support.

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up.

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely.

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies.

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap.

➣ “Don’t do it though.”

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak.

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.”

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission.

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends.

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person.

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together.

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating.

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist.

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up.

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement.

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired.

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so.

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first.

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them.

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.”

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch.

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys.

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own.

➣ “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks.

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chil2de · 3 years ago

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Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years ago

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most to least likely to be possessive/a lil jealous in a relationship? <3

mtl likely to be possessive/jealous over their s/o; mcyt x reader

+ judged by their actions and general feelings on jealousy and being possessive

MOST

wilbur

corpse husband

sapnap

karl jacobs

dream

punz

quackity

george

skeppy

fundy

badboyhalo

technoblade

awesamdude

eret

LEAST

wilbur:

when wilbur is jealous…. he is jealous. and he is not afraid of showing it. he’s not the type to beat another guy up about it (unless there’s a good reason to), but pays no mind in giving you some nice hickeys right then and there. you’re his - that’s it. if someone’s even a tad bit confused about that fact, he won’t hesitate to show them. doesn’t really grow any suspicions on his friends, because he trusts them and he trusts you, but if it’s a guy/girl he doesn't know? he’ll show you off even if there was 0 signs of flirting.

place on the jealousy scale: 9/10

place on the possessive scale: 10/10

corpse husband:

corpse is a very possessive man. like, he will pull you to his side in an instant the second someone tries talking to you, kissing you right in front of them, and then say “wanna fuck in the back like we agreed to?” and then pretend like he only just noticed the guy/girl and give him a hateful “hey”. he gives no fucks when it comes to someone else trying to get all up in your business. even if it means you getting embarrassed and flushed. he will actually start shaking in anger if someone is so obviously flirting with you, yet you don't notice, and will point it out afterwards to you; “how could you not notice?”.

place on the jealousy scale: 7/10

place on the possessive scale: 10/10

sapnap:

HE WILL FIGHT FOR YOU. if someone tries hitting on you or winks at you or some shit, he will shut that bitch down. no one messes with you under his watch. he’ll step in the minute they tried talking to you; “was there something you wanted to say?” and if they answered back with a remark instead of just leaving, he’d throw hands, and he won’t stop till they've learnt to stay the fuck away from what isn't theirs. it doesn't happen often though, thank god. would be pouty after you told him not to beat people up while cleaning his wounds; “but you’re mine🥺”.

place on the jealousy scale: 8/10

place on the possessive scale: 7/10

karl jacobs:

he is a pouty baby🥺 will get very jealous if you hang out with someone else even just five minutes longer than him. especially with his friends. he’ll be vocal about it and quite touchy. will come up to you from behind while you were talking to jimmy, rest his chin on your shoulder and wrap his arms around you. “when are you gonna pay attention to me again?” easily gets jealous, but he isn’t very possessive. he feels guilty if he tries being controlling of you - you can do what you want after all, it’s just not always he likes it.

place on the jealousy scale: 10/10

place on the possessive scale: 4/10

dream:

he doesn't get jealous very easily, but he doesn't like when random guys talk to you. he won’t really show that he’s jealous with people he doesn't know, but would rather be really really quiet. would stand around and mope until he asked if you could leave. he can seem kinda intimidating with his silence, and it can be because he’s very angry, but really he just doesn't wanna lose you. that’s what he's really afraid of. if it’s one of his friends though, even sapnap or george, he’ll be like “back the fuck off!” but it wouldn't really be ‘serious’ because he knew they would never actually flirt with you. he can get pretty possessive though, whispering “you’re mine” in your ear after any events like this.

place on the jealousy scale: 6/10

place on the possessive scale: 8/10

punz:

luke can get pretty jealous and pretty possessive, but it takes a while to rile him up enough for him to show it. if someone is flirting with you just to piss him off, it actually has the opposite effect on him - it doesn't piss him off at all. because he knows the person is just trying to get to him, what's the reason of getting mad? he knows you belong to him, so he has nothing to worry about. but if someone touches you? like sapnap, he will not be afraid to throw hands. that’s straight up harassment and he is not letting that happen. he’ll raise his voice and get all up in their face. can stay pretty mad afterwards and overthink things too much. generally though, he isn't much of a jealous type.

place on the jealousy scale: 7/10

place on the possessive scale: 7.5/10

quackity:

alex is more insecure than jealous. he starts thinking that any other guy could easily take you from him, and that he isn't deserving of you (even though he is just so wrong because it would actually be a treasure to be with him. mans needs to know😩). he’d need some uplifting after dealing with these thoughts - just some reminding that you’re his. worst case scenario, he’d give the guy/girl a death glare, but he wouldn't fight them or very obviously show them that you're his or anything like that. he’d rather keep his thoughts to himself.

place on the jealousy scale: 6.5/10

place on the possessive scale: 7/10

george:

I feel like george gets a lot more jealous than most people think he would. he can be pretty possessive at times, pulling at your hand or arm to drag you away from someone. “don't talk to them, talk to me.” he shows his jealousy pretty calmly and would never pick a fight with someone just because he’s feeling a lil’ jealous. all he needs to do is just tell you or give you a sign, and that’d usually be enough for him to feel all good again. he’s not afraid to blatantly roll his eyes in front of someone who’s flirting with you or come with a snarky remark if he has to.

place on the jealousy scale: 6/10

place on the possessive scale: 6.5/10

skeppy:

skeppy can get jealous, but he tries to avoid it at all costs. it makes him feel sad to see someone else try to flirt with his s/o, when clearly you're not available. he doesn't like the thought of getting angry about other people’s actions though, so he’s just kinda left feeling sad about the whole thing instead. will definitely need some cuddles and reassuring afterwards just to get his mood up again, and he gets back on his feet pretty quick, because in the end he has no doubts that you’ll leave him. especially not for someone else.

place on the jealousy scale: 5/10

place on the possessive scale: 5/10

fundy:

he just looks like a sad little kitten. it has to be very obvious that someone is flirting with you for him to get jealous. and even then he doesn't act out about it - just stares and feels sad. will tell you afterwards that he doesn't like you talking to that person, only because they were very clearly trying to get to know you more than a friend. wouldn't think much of it afterwards because he trusts you enough to then stay away from that person before anything else happened.

place on the jealousy scale: 4.5/10

place on the possessive scale: 4/10

badboyhalo:

like fundy, worst case is that he’ll be a little sad. but I don’t really see him as a jealous type, and definitely not as a possessive person. I just think that if you were to be in a situation where someone was trying badly to take you from him, he’d grow defensive and push the person away and tell you; “I didn't like how that guy/girl was talking to you :(”. he wouldn't expect you to stay away from the person if it was someone you knew well, but would just want you to be aware of them. but as I said, that was the worst case scenario. I think he’d get seriously jealous very rarely.

place on the jealousy scale: 4/10

place on the possessive scale: 2/10

technoblade:

pffff. if you think some guy/girl talking to you is gonna get him mad, you're wrong. you talking to other people affects him in no way other than if you were getting a little too friendly. maybe then he’d feel one single spark of anger inside of him, but it isn't anything that’ll make him act out. the only time he’d really get upset is if you were the one flirting with someone (which you probably wouldn't unless you want to see this man upset, and in that case I don't want to talk to you😔), where he’d feel his heart sink and would honestly just walk away from the situation and feel betrayed. generally, he doesn't get very jealous.

place on the jealousy scale: 3/10

place on the possessive scale: 3.5/10

awesamdude:

sam just does not get jealous. he trusts you 100%, but of course he’ll shut someone down if they got a little close to you (tried to kiss you etc.) because that’s just not alright. he doesn't get mad or anything if that happens, at least if the person isn't aware that you're dating him, and even then, he’s sure his height will do the job to scare the person away. like, c’mon, mans is 6′7. don't tell me that isn't intimidating. anyways, he’s doesn't get jealous. if anything he just laughs it off or jokes around with getting jealous about something.

place on the jealousy scale: 2/10

place on the possessive scale: 3/10

eret:

like sam, he just doesn't get jealous. you can hang out with anyone you want - he knows he’s the one you’ll be coming home to at the end of the day. he’s the one who gets to kiss you, hold you, touch you, so why spend time being jealous of others when he already has you? this is eret we’re talking about - he knows he’s better than all of those bitch boys out there. if they wanna fight, they can fight but like, he knows they’ll lose since they won't get you anyway. trust is key in a relationship😌

place on the jealousy scale: 0/10

place on the possessive scale: 0/10

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kiyomai · 3 years ago

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hello! im new and i really lovE how u make angst it hurts so much in the right way aaaa!! if its not too much of a bother can i request ldr rltshp with iwaizumi angst to fluff since we know how unstable a ldr might be :((( thank u!! -💛💜

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a/n: this was requested in may :0 welcome anon! thank you so much for requesting! i'm sorry for this being so late! this is the first post after a whole month so hopefully you all enjoy!

The time on your phone reads 6:48 pm. Iwaizumi's late, 18 minutes late.

You pick your head up and stare at your ceiling, nothing was interesting up there, but it was certainly better than watching the minutes tick by, each minute making you all the more miserable.

Understanding the time difference didn't help either. Back then, you could excuse Iwaizumi's lateness by not knowing if you would be awake or not, likewise with you. So, despite not wanting to, you sneak a glance at the time again—6:50 pm. Only two stupid minutes have gone by, and you're close to ripping your hair out.

You let out a frustrated sigh. You want to be mad, you deserve to be angry, but it's not Iwaizumi's fault. You're at war with yourself. Two sides are fighting with one another; one side says, "Be angry. Get upset. Call him an asshole for putting you through this," but the other side tries to reason with you. You're stuck hearing, "You can't be upset with him. What if he's busy? What if he realizes he's late, counting the minutes that have passed like you're doing now?" You want to listen to the former; it's easier to blame him. The latter makes guilt pool in your stomach; you don't like that.

You reach out to grab your phone but abruptly stop, leaving your hand to hover over. Iwaizumi's told you time and time again that you could always call first, but easier said than done. Iwaizumi has a point. It's easy to pick up your phone and call. But what he doesn't understand is the way your heart spikes upon trying to call, the way your hands tremble when you overthink things; is he busy? is he sleeping? What if he's hanging out with friends? What if he gets upset? What if, what if, what if.

It's hard being the one that stays. Iwaizumi already knows what you're up to and what you do, but you don't know anything about him. "California Iwaizumi" is a new person, someone you're still trying to get to know, but it's near impossible doing so through the phone.

"California Iwaizumi" is 21 minutes late.

It's not fair. You two have talked about how different a long-distance relationship would be, but experiencing it now is a lot harder than what you both thought initially. But if you didn't call him now, you'd be stuck suffering, waiting for him to call. So you dropped your hand on your phone, willing yourself to bring it closer and call. But, instead, you quickly turned it on and began searching for his contact name. If you took your time, you'd talk yourself out of it.

Your thumb hovered over the video chat option. You didn't want to think about how many rings it would take for Iwaizumi to answer or if Iwaizumi even would answer. Imagining the sound of the call ending before it even started plagued your mind; that'll hurt twice as much. But if you don't try, you won't ever know, so you force your thumb onto the button and listen to the first rings.

Usually, when Iwaizumi calls you, you immediately begin smiling. However, looking at your camera now doesn't show a smiling person. Instead, it shows someone paranoid and lost. So naturally, you don't want that to be the first thing Iwaizumi notices (if he even picks up, that is). So you force a small smile, hoping he won't see how strained it is.

The rings have been going on for a while. You're hoping that Iwaizumi'll pull through on that last ring, that he'll answer, and a genuine smile would grace your face. But that fake, strained smile drops when you read that he's not available. You throw your phone across your bed and let yourself fall back.

You don't know who you're upset with anymore. Is it Iwaizumi? Are you upset that he's not answering, or are you upset with yourself? Are you upset that you're getting upset over him not answering? Who knows. Maybe you're just mad for the sake of being angry. Perhaps it's easier to be angry when you feel like you're left behind.

Again, you're at war with yourself. And as much as you want to blame it all on Iwaizumi, you can't. Moving away wasn't selfish of him. He confided his plans, his goals with you. He gave you an out, promised he would understand if things became too much for you. Again, blaming him would make you selfish. You can't be selfish with Iwaizumi.

You jump a little when you hear your phone ringing. Your phone is face down, and you're not sure if you want to flip it. Flipping it means finding out who's calling you. Flipping it means that it could be Iwaizumi. Flipping it means utter disappointment when it turns out to be someone other than Iwaizumi.

You can't be selfish, and you can't take not knowing, so with all your might, you turn your phone over.

His contact name is prominent on the screen. It's yelling at you, "Answer me! Answer me!" and before the last ring could end, you accept the call and wait for it to connect.

Right there on your screen is your beautiful boyfriend. He connects with a smile on his face with his eyes closed. There's no trace of a strained smile on your face. You're smiling, yes, but it's a sad smile. And when Iwaizumi opens his eyes, his smile drops a bit.

"Hi," he says softly.

"Hi."

Iwaizumi's quiet. He may not know what's going on, but that doesn't stop him from thinking. He stares at you back and considers possible reasons as to why you look so upset.

"I was busy when you called," he broke the silence. "I'm sorry for being late." He notices the way you cast your eyes downwards while you hum. Camera or not, Iwaizumi knows you. You're probably feeling guilty. But rather than stating the obvious (and possibly hurting your feelings), he picks up on this rather one-sided conversation.

"I'll make up for my tardiness when I get back," he promises. "We'll do whatever you want, no holding back." He pauses. "As long as it's legal and doesn't kill us." He enjoys seeing you laugh a little. "Tell me all about your day. I want to hear everything."

Should you tell him everything?

"It was okay. Same old same old." He raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to add on.

"Uh, I'd like to hear more about your 'same old same old day.''" He air-quotes. "I don't know what that means to you, love."

Just answer his question. Answer it before he figures you out. "I did what I always do." You're straining your smile. "Went to school, worked, texted some friends, watched videos... and that's it." The look on Iwaizumi's face already tells you that he's not giving up. He knows something's wrong, and he won't let it go until you fess up.

"That's great." Did he buy it? "Now, tell me what's wrong." No, he did not.

"You were late." His eyebrows scrunch together. "You've been late more often, and I don't like it." Oh great, now you sound like a spoiled brat, but there's no going back; you already started, and Iwaizumi won't let you stop until you're finished.

"I'm not necessarily mad about you being late. Time zones are different, and our schedules don't match that well. It's just that the more times you're late, the more I feel like you're leaving me behind. And I don't like the feeling. I don't want to be selfish."

"You're not selfish, dummy," he says. "And before you interrupt, just hear me out." He waits for you to agree before continuing. "I understand what you mean. I'm the one that left, and I'm the one in another freaking continent. So you're allowed to feel worried. But, on the other hand, you can also be upset with me; just make sure you talk it out with me. I don't want you holding it in and then eventually snapping at me."

"Why are you so smart?"

He chuckles. "Someone has to be for this relationship to work." And for the first time since 6:30 pm, you finally let out a genuine smile. "Tell me something. Are you happy for me?"

"Of course I am. I'm so proud of you, Hajime."

"Then you're not selfish. You just miss me and my good looks. Don't hold that stuff in Y/N; you're gonna drive yourself crazy. You have no idea how grateful I am for you for wanting to stay even though I'm 16 hours behind you."

"I don't wanna be upset with you." You let out a groan, opting to stare at the ceiling. "You're not doing anything wrong, but you're doing something wrong at the same time." If you weren't looking up, you'd see the look of confusion on Iwaizumi's face. "Being late isn't an excuse to be mad at you when you can't control it, but who else am I supposed to blame? It's either you or me, and it sucks to be the one at fault."

"Y/N..."

"I'm so proud of you. You're doing what most people are too afraid to do. I just wish you weren't so far. I want to see you and be with you, and it makes me feel so selfish wanting to do it all with you."

"You're doing so much for me, and you don't even realize it," he chuckles. "I want you here with me too. Believe it or not, I've been trying to find a way to get you to move over here. But, you need to understand that I have those same 'selfish' thoughts. I want what you want just as much as you do."

You look back at him and sigh. But, of course, you're not the only one that feels this way. You forgot that Iwaizumi's going through the same long-distance relationship. "I guess selfish and selfish cancels out," you joke.

"It does. So quit moping around and admit that you're not selfish. And tell me how much you love me and tell me about your day. With details!"

You roll your eyes and admit you're not selfish. Ignoring his other two requests in favor of saying, "I love you."

a/n: after a whole freaking month i'm back!! i didn't want to post something until i was a thousand percent confident in it and this fic right here took me out of the dumps. likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome and appreciated <33

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