#in my early 20s i did try to befriend a lot of guys and most of them didn't really want a friend they just wanted to fuck

[gideonisms]

I keep seeing these posts like "you have to have patience with men you can't exclude them" and I even saw one post suggesting someone needs to go out and try to find more friends who are men. And I am always like. You would not believe how much patience I've had with men in my day to day life. It will be fine if I am a bit wary when a guy tries to befriend me due to my many many bad experiences. It does suck for a dude who is genuinely trying to make friends but I made that my problem for over a decade and it is now no longer my problem. because I now have a job in which I don't need that to be my problem in order to continue having money. Enough. The men I willingly speak to understand I am doing so by choice and the ones who don't get that will be speaking to a brick wall

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comforting bllk characters

featuring : i. rin, m. reo, m. kaiser

a/n : hi so ummm im back .!!! did you guys miss me ?? anyways my writers block was HORRIBLE but im recovered now i think. let’s ignore how ooc kaisers probably is because its based off of fics ive seen + edits. i’ll redo it later.

i. rin

as i referenced in the one where they comfort you, rin would be very closed off emotionally. even so, he’s like a fucking book with how he behaves.

it doesn’t take you long to realize just how much the u-20 game affected him. as much as he tried to turn his annoyance into motivation and actually doing something with it, sometimes it would become too much. whether that looks like him overworking himself or lashing out, it’ll always show through.

the most you could do is make sure he stays safe during it. showing up to the field at weird hours, ruining your sleep schedule, just to give him more water and a ride home considering he ran all the way there.

“why’re you here?” he’d scoff, panting slightly from all the work.

“woke up early, thought i’d stop by,” you lied, yes, but it was fine. he didn’t need to know you’d set at least 10 alarms to make sure you’d wake up and stay up.

he didn’t respond, so you just handed him a large water bottle. it was a spare, but it also was the biggest you’d had, so it’d have to make do.

“thanks.” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. the cold barrier that’d been there slowly flexing and melting away.

he wasn’t someone that you could just befriend instantly. every time the two of you hung out, you’d have to prove to him that you were there to stay. it was gradual.

most people gave up after the first couple of times when they realized they were practically back to where they started. that was except for you.

after taking a few sips of the water, he hands it back to you, not wanting it to interfere with his training. you grabbed it from him, then wandered over to the sidelines.

“where are you going?” he asked, though, if you paid enough attention, you’d notice he was anxious. very anxious.

“just over here, i don’t want you to hit me..” you said calmly, trying to lighten it slightly. you were careful to not wander too far from him.

he didn’t say anything to you afterwards, but you noticed the tension loosened again.

even though he wouldn’t let you interfere — which you have tried — he’d still let you care for him. maybe he knew it was because you’d get anxious and blame yourself if he didn’t let you help in some way.

m. reo

he would be anxious. i don’t care if this is ‘out of character’. for the most part, yeah he doesn’t stress much because he hasn’t had much to worry about. but the second he gets stressed out, he stresses, a lot. and because he hasn’t been exposed to much stress, he’s absolutely clueless on how to cope.

he’d be laying in bed — at his desk now? nope, he’s pacing. point being, he just can’t sit still, and god, he won’t stop babbling about nonsense.

“reo.” for the hundredth time, he’d cut you off completely. this was coming from the guy who felt it was rude to type when other people were typing, so you let it slide.

“and then — oh yeah, did you say something?” finally, some recognition.

“come sit down in front of me,” you pat the bed, clearing off the blankets so he could just crawl in. he did just that, sitting in front of you, his back facing you.

“like this?” he was always so hesitant with you. but you just responded in a hum of approval. you carefully started combing through his hair with your fingers, occasionally grazing his scalp and briefly massaging it. his hair was silky and clean.

he became quieter, his muscles slowly relaxing and calming.

“so, you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” you spoke quietly, careful to not ruin the calmness of the moment.

“it’s nothing big—” you stopped in your movements as he said that, and he knew that meant you were displeased.

“okay, okay, fine..” he mumbled.

m. kaiser

okay so.. i feel like now’s the perfect time for me to say i have not gotten to where he is in the manga. um! so what i planned to do for this is write how i think he acts, then correct it later on whenever i do catch up. i think i get him a bit though ?? currently i see him as a self destructive possibly alcoholic man. who takes after his dad who was abusive and an alcoholic, mom wasn’t in the picture. no clue how any of that relates to soccer but sure! i’ve heard a lot that he hits himself / chokes himself as a way of coping (after doing some research it’s for ideas. okay.) so that’s the route we’re gonna take with that. no clue if it’s true or not.

he really didn’t get it. no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t figure himself out. how was he supposed to understand others and beat others if he couldn’t even understand himself? he needed ideas—

was it illogical? yes, absolutely. did it work? also yes.

adrenaline from anything could be put to use to benefit. so, he did the thing he’s done for ages. maybe he’s began to rely on it for too long so he reached to it for the smallest things, he didn’t really care, though.

it worked, and until it stopped working, he wouldn’t stop abusing his body for his brain. it was nothing more than a vessel, anyways.

“kaiser.” even through your voice, his choking movements didn’t falter.

“just fuckin’ stop for a moment-” you were the only person he really let talk to him like that, even though it wasn’t often that you took advantage of it.

it worked enough for him to stop, just for a moment and catch his breath. it’s not like he wanted to pass out, anyways. the second he let go, you grabbed his hands.

“what is it?” he huffed, his voice groggy and rough.

“don’t do that. ‘what is it?’, you know exactly what it is.” it wasn’t uncommon for you to be mad at him or mildly rude, but even keeping it up for this long was abnormal.

“it works, well, it would’ve, if you didn’t disrupt me.” he rolled his eyes.

“that’s not the point and you know it.”

“then what is it?”

there was a silence for a few moments before you just decided to ask outright.

“what do you need help with this time?” you were still a bit petty, but you just hoped he wouldn’t pay too much attention to it.

“doesn’t concern you.”

“i’ll make it concern me. tell me.”

“why would i do that?”

god, was he always this annoying?

“okay, fine, whatever it is, i won’t interfere. how about you tell me, and if i can’t think of a solution by tomorrow, you can do whatever this is.”

there was another long silence as he considered it. it was appealing — all he had to do was tell you, and you could do all the work. the backup was there and it was exactly what he wanted. there wasn’t much time left in the day anyways.

“fine. tomorrow first thing.”

[namesx]

Message to a teen me

Hey me,

This is you, in your early 20s and currently wondering how much of the garbage you are going trough is so unnecessary and essentially self inflicted.

Firstly, and most importantly, don't be friends with people with obviously different interests than are you own. I spent most of high school trying to befriend the popular kids. While I somewhat succeeded, I found just frustration. It was so unnecessary and they were just different people than I. When I finally hung out with the people who had the same interests, I found new confidence and was much more relaxed, and got much better social life as a result.

You don't have to go out when other people go out. I forced myself to go out in the name of "personal growth". Yeah it was not personal growth, it was peer pressure and it also was unnecessary at best, and mentally harmful at worst.

Don't worry about not being in a relationship. I know a lot of guys now even in college who are waiting for "the one". And while that is not exactly your position, at least you don't think it is, you are not alone.

You are you, absurdly unique. You should first of all put yourself. "Watch out for the number one" as they say. If some people or situations make you feel bad, cut them out. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life. It may seem radical or impossible to do, but in my experience, it would have been the best option. (Future future me: I have been informed several times that I now judge people too quickly so keep that in mind, but it's probably safe to say, when someone makes you feel really bad repeatedly, then it's 100% safe to cut them out. Also this may be impossible in a school setting when you literally have to be in the room / put in the situation. In which case… I do not know. That is something I struggle with to this day. But generally, once you befriend people you will actually want to be friends with, they will be able to support you trough these )

You also have a mild 'atopic eczema'. Do not worry about it go to a doctor and actually listen to their advice. You might think that it is a life long condition but it is not. Once I actually listened to what the doctor told me, it was completely gone within few months. I think you already went to a doctor but either didn't do what he said or what he said did not help. Nevertheless I went to a different one and he actually offered some useful advice and we cured it together.

Also f**k PE, that is a anxiety-fueled dumpster fire. In PE you are or will be put in uncomfortable and anxious situations with no way out. I wish you the best of luck and keep in mind that it will end. But if you'd have some free time, get some exercise going? You can try running, you will find it relaxing in the future. Also dancing is a good candidate. But I'm not sure whether you have self-confidence for that yet.

So focus on yourself, make sure you are as comfortable as possible. I'm not saying do not step out of your comfort zone, but make sure stepping out of your comfort zone makes sense. I cannot stress this enough, your emotions are all that matters. Anything that threatens them must be discarded, avoided or changed.

[ectonurites]

heyyy can you talk about kons dating history or atleast with older women? ive seen a few posts but im not sure but thats so ://///

Ahhh yes. Kon’s dating history, I've finally now finished reading all his solo comics (and had already gone through his team books a while back) so it’s a perfect time to delve into this. I’m kinda broadening it to his love interests in general, as not all of them put an official ‘dating’ label on things, but are still worth bringing up. This is kinda long so sorry in advance about that, but I tried to be as brief as possible.

TW for pedophilia (in these specific cases discussing a 23 year old dating a 16 year old, and another woman without a specifically given age [but clearly an adult] with the same 16 year old) obviously i’m not talking about it positively here but it’s unfortunately necessary to discuss with this topic.

I consider Kon as having five primary love interests in the pre-reboot comics world, which is where most of his dating happened. The ‘criteria’ I guess i’m using to separate them from the others i’ll talk about after is a combination of ‘they interacted for a long time’ and/or ‘the relationship had a big impact on his story/him as a person’. 

I’m also mainly sticking in pre-New 52 world for this because aside from the 'fake married to Lophi to protect her and her kid on Gemworld' thing in Young Justice 2019, he hasn't done much with relationships since getting officially reintroduced. Then the New 52 version of Kon was a very separate person and even so he was mainly just (sorta) involved with Cassie.

ANYWAYS the main five are:

Tana Moon - Tana was a 23 year old (as stated in Superboy #32) reporter Kon initially met during Reign of the Supermen, the story he debuted in (meaning she was one of the first people he met), who also happened to move back to Hawaii around the time he ended up there on his press tour. The two of them had an on and off relationship from basically the start of the comic until she broke up with him in Superboy #46. She briefly came back into his life in Superboy #72 after having been kidnapped by The Agenda, before being killed by Amanda Spence in Superboy #74. Kon and several others refer to her as his ‘first love’ especially after her death, which weighed very heavily on him.

Knockout/Kay - A woman we find out was originally one of the Female Furies, who works as a stripper at the 'Boom Boom Room’ in Hawaii while trying to keep a low-profile after leaving Apokolips. We don't get an exact age for her but she's very much so implied to be an adult. She hits on Kon from the moment she meets him (she also quite literally uses the term ‘jailbait’ to describe him in her first appearance in Superboy #1) and kisses him several times, insisting on working with him and training him and eventually beginning a more formal relationship with him. She kills someone and he blindly defends her thinking she couldn’t have done it, and she tries to coerce him into killing someone by promising herself to him (before killing the guy herself when Kon wouldn’t do it). The arc mainly focused on their relationship is from Superboy #22-30, but she is a presence in the comic from the start. She is arrested for the murders she committed at the end of the arc, and doesn't interact with Kon much again after as she is in a high security prison, but she is referenced multiple times.

Roxy Leech - Roxy is the daughter of Rex Leech, Kon's agent. From the moment she meets Kon, also during Reign of the Supermen like Tana, she's got a thing for him. Her age is left a bit more unclear, as some bits of dialogue indicate she is actually close to Kon's age but other things like how she applies to the police academy, something you need to be like 20 to do, indicate she's a bit older. Regardless, she’s definitely younger than Tana as she comments on her age at least once. She actively dislikes both Tana and Knockout for being interested in Kon, and confesses her feelings to him during a 'the whole world might end tonight' situation (in Superboy #33). The two of them didn't really date, but there is a period of time where Kon feels torn between Tana and Roxy. Not too long after that she ends up volunteering herself to be used in a procedure to stabilize Kon's dna after it had been torn apart by The Agenda when they cloned him, as the method to save him required someone close in age to him be used as a genetic template. From that point on they considered each other more like siblings, ending the romantic aspect of their relationship (in Superboy #41)

Serling Roquette - Serling is a 16 year old (as first stated in Superboy #57) science prodigy who works in the genetics department of Cadmus, and is the person who manages to cure Kon's condition where he'd been stuck at age 16 (a side effect from the procedure with Roxy). Initially she had a crush on Guardian, but over time grew to like Kon, she was one of the first people at Cadmus he personally tells his name ‘Kon-El’ to. They only kinda start to get together before Tana comes back and then is killed. After a situation where Roxy came back and needed help, when he and Serling try to maybe pick things up again, Kon realizes Tana’s death is still too fresh for him to get involved in anything too serious with her and he breaks it off, leaving them very tense with one another. (Superboy #82) 

Wonder Girl/Cassie Sandsmark - Cassie had an interest in Kon before she even met him, more of a celebrity crush at first than anything else. They share their first kiss in Wonder Woman #153 after she had tried to change her look to impress him and he reassured her that she was already beautiful the way she is. Cassie was present for Tana's death in Superboy #74, and after that Kon is overly protective of her in a noticeable way that actively annoyed her (She points out to him that she can take care of herself a few times, like in Young Justice #29) but eventually at the end of Young Justice (in #55) he confesses feelings for her, and they share another kiss. Graduation Day bringing about the end of Young Justice as a team kinda throws a wrench in things, but early in Teen Titans Vol. 3 they begin to date more formally, and are getting pretty serious together (cough cough they uhh consummate their relationship in the Kent farm's barn in TT Annual #1) right before Kon is killed during Infinite Crisis. She takes his death very badly and joins a cult to try to bring him back, has her whole thing with Tim (who is coping equally poorly with the death... almost 100 cloning attempts babey), and befriends Kara as a surrogate Teen Kryptonian™, but eventually learns to accept what happened and move on. Then he comes back, and everything's a lot to process all over again. She had become the team leader and things were just different than they used to be. They tried to resume their relationship but eventually Kon decided to end it (Teen Titans Vol. 3 #91), because they both wanted different things at that point in their lives, but they remained friends and teammates.

So when people are talking about the ‘older women’ thing, it should be pretty clear from that list they’re talking about Tana and Knockout. Both were adult women dating a 16 year old boy, and neither situation did enough to handle it in a way that addressed it as the problem it was. Knockout’s situation did end up being seen as a bad thing by the end because of the murder parts at the very least, but the age difference didn’t come up nearly as much. With Tana a few people (Roxy, some of Tana’s coworkers, even Tana herself) did bring up the age difference as a potential problem, but they continued to stay together for a pretty long time regardless. The kicker is that she ultimately breaks up with him for being ‘immature’ after he gets stuck at age 16, when it’s like... he’s 16. You’re 23. No kidding you think he’s immature? It was just a whole mess and makes reading a lot of his solo incredibly uncomfortable.

Additionally he has a few other shorter-lived relationships/potential love interests. I’m categorizing them separately because they weren’t focused on in the same ways/for as much time as the girls I listed above:

Trixie (Superboy #94-100) - When Kon gets his own apartment in Suicide Slum, he repeatedly runs into Trixie and the rest of the Slaughterhouse Six, but Superboy inspires her to try to turn her life around. They didn’t formally date but that was definitely the direction things were starting to head towards before his apartment building blew up and he realized he needed to get away from the city where his presence was painting a target on innocent people, and so they decided to just be friends. (This was also when his solo ended, so possibly if the book hadn’t been ending they may have continued longer)

Batgirl/Cassandra Cain (Superboy #85, Batgirl #39-41) - They first met when Kon had been bugging Tim in Gotham, and had a little adventure together that resulted in Batman being PISSED because he didn’t want Cass interacting with Metas (especially not teenage boy ones that’ll flirt with her) and Kon volunteered to share her punishment so she didn’t have to do it alone. They later meet again shortly after Kon moved in with the Kents while on a cruise (and he’s her first kiss!) and afterwards she goes to Smallville to meet him. She’s actually like the first person outside the Kents we’re shown to know his new civilian name is ‘Conner Kent’. After their little attempt at a date they decide to just stay friends.

Lori Luthor (Various appearances with Kon in Adventure Comics (2009) & Superboy Vol. 5) - When Kon and Lori initially meet there’s definitely some interest and she kisses him, but it happens while he’s still dating Cassie so he makes it clear he’s unavailable. Afterwards he learns who she actually is and realizes ‘oh she’s sorta kinda my cousin on the Luthor side’ so he stops really being interested. She’s still interested because she feels like the cloning doesn’t make them really related, and they talk about it in Superboy Vol. 5 #4 after he and Cassie had broken up, but he still feels too raw from Cassie and too weirded out by the situation to have it go anywhere. Kon helps try to get Lex to cure Lori’s mom (Lex’s sister Lena), and eventually when Lex is an ass in the end he finds another way (Some Wayne money through Tim) to try to help her. Lori figures out Conner is Superboy and along with Simon and Sujan helps him to save Smallville from the Hollow Men.

Ravager/Rose Wilson (Teen Titans Vol. 3 #95-100, kinda some parts of Superboy Vol. 6 if ya squint) - This is another of those ‘they didn’t actually date but there was interest’ situations, in the very end of Teen Titans Vol. 3. A fake version of Rose had kissed Kon which was kinda the catalyst for it, where after that moment he became a bit more protective of her once the real her returned. They had a moment where Kon tried to trust her with something (Kryptonite to take him down if the situation arose) but she saw it more as him thinking she was the one ruthless enough to do it, rather than as a token of trust, and left upset. The reboot happened before this really went anywhere/got resolved though, but interestingly enough she became a bit of a support character in the New 52 version of Kon’s life, likely because of this connection they tried to do before the reboot. They never really dated there either, he just referred to her as cute a few times. New 52 Kon is a very separate person anyways, but it’s worth mentioning.

I might be forgetting a few other minor ones along the way (especially if there’s things that weren’t in his main books), and Kon (especially in the 90′s) was the kind of guy to flirt with pretty much every girl he saw, so bear that in mind. But yeah, I hope this helps! 

[alirhi]

okay. let's do this shit.

Guess what, bitches? Mama bear's back and angry all over again. Remember when I said I might dive into a ragepost about how Bucky's treated after completing the one about Loki? This is it. This is the post. Welcome to fucking Thunderdome.

I will actually try to keep it civil. No promises, but I'll try. and I will not be accepting "constructive criticism" about my rage. Just so we're clear.

Got it? Good. Let's dive in.

In case you don't want to read the whole thing (I know I get wordy) here's what this whole post will boil down to: BUCKY NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE. NEVER. NOT ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.

Now, quick reminder: I don't read comics. I know nothing about Bucky's comic canon, except what Sebastian liked to bring up as often as possible during TWS/CW promotions: at some point, Bucky boned Nat. XD Since Bucky only exists as a Marvel property, I won't be bitching about other source material being disrespected like I did with Loki. This is all MCU, my dudes. And honestly? That's enough, because though we don't see nearly enough of Bucky for my liking, we do manage to get a rich, deep backstory to him in the material we're given, partly thanks to better writing in the early days of the MCU, and partly thanks to Sebastian Stan's phenomenal acting. Unlike the writers of the Loki series, Seb knows how to show, not tell. And gods, what stories those eyes show...

Let's start with the army. In an old post illustrating what an absolute BAMF Bucky Barnes truly is, I mistakenly said he enlisted, and a kind soul educated me on the incredible attention to detail Marvel used to pay - in this case, Bucky's ID number. 32557038. As this kind, eagle-eyed soul pointed out to me, the first two digits of that number - 32 - signify that Bucky was drafted, specifically from the NY, NJ, DE area (that last part is rather obvious, as Bucky and Steve are from Brooklyn lol). Bucky didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted. He was forced to fight, or go to prison.

Bucky was born in 1917, which means - again, as someone pointed out to me a while back - he came of age during the Great Depression. As a child, he would likely have seen his parents living comfortably and able to shower each other and him and his sister with gifts and fun memories, and then POOF. Stock market crashes when he's only 12-years-old, and life becomes brutal and painful. He manages to have some fun with his best friend Steve, and spends his teens/early 20s chasing girls and keeping his stupid, stubborn, tiny friend from getting beaten to death.

Steve constantly has something to prove. He's absolutely got what my mom always called "little man's disease", and Bucky's just doing his best not to roll his eyes too much at this asthmatic chihuahua constantly trying to beat up Tibetan mastiffs. While Steve keeps lying on his enlistment forms (an actual crime) trying again and again to get into the army and prove what a badass he is (definitely not), Bucky's had enough trauma and upheaval in his life and he just wants his stupid friend to calm tf down and live. Enjoy the fact that he doesn't have to go to war and get his limbs blown off.

And then he gets fucking drafted. This sweet, resigned realist who knows exactly how dangerous the war really is, is forced to put on a uniform and go fight strangers alongside other strangers thousands of miles from everything he knows. And on his last night of freedom, when he just wants to hang out with his friend, see some cool gadgets, and dance with a pretty girl, his stupid angry chihuahua friend feels the need to lie and try to enlist again.

Okay. Gotta get back on track. Ragepost about mistreatment of Bucky, not how much Steve annoys me. Sorry. Anyway...

Bucky's drafted, accepts his shitty lot with a brave smile, and is shipped off to Europe, where he is captured by HYDRA and presumed by the Allies to be KIA. Instead, he's strapped down, tortured, and given the HYDRA version of the super serum against his will. Steve rescues him, and Bucky knows he can't leave his idiot friend to his own devices to get his head blown off, so he dives right back into the fray. And then he falls off a cliff, loses most of his left arm, and is declared dead...again. This one's pretty damn valid, though lol. Without the serum no one knew he'd been shot up with, there is no way he would have survived that fall.

Here is where Bucky's story gets truly heartbreaking: His autonomy, his ability to consent is stripped from him through electroshock torture/brainwashing. The trigger words are conditioned into him during this process, and boom. Ten words in Russian, and Bucky Barnes is gone. Even the confused, hurting shadow of him is gone, leaving only a perfectly obedient killing machine, with Bucky's pretty face. He's strong as all hell, though, so they can't keep him fully under their control for long, not without more torture, when the disorientation of being fucking frozen wears off on longer missions.

I cannot stress this point enough, guys: Bucky. Had. No. Choice. Not like the draft, where his choices (go and get shot at, refuse and go to jail, or dodge and run to Canada) just suck. No, he literally didn't have a choice. He had his ability to choose stripped from him. If that's too complex a concept to really sink in, try this: His brain was fucking raped. Repeatedly. For decades. Nothing the Winter Soldier ever did was Bucky's fault. Nothing. Ever. Not remotely, no matter how you fucking slice it. Bucky is not an assassin. I almost said "not a killer", but he was a soldier, and a sharpshooter. He definitely killed when he was himself, but that was in a war, not a series of assassinations.

So far, imo, so good. This is just a rundown of Bucky's pre-show backstory. I don't love what he had to suffer, but I do love how it was treated in the movies. People were afraid of him, but when they knew the whole situation, Steve, Nat, and Sam rallied behind him. Natasha had plenty of reason to want the Winter Soldier dead; he'd tried to kill her multiple times and almost succeeded. Sam had no reason to help Bucky at all; he didn't know him, didn't trust him, and again, TWS had tried to kill him. But he stood by Steve, and when Bucky showed the clear difference between himself and TWS, Sam stood by him, too, and fought alongside him.

And it's very realistic, imo, that Tony didn't give a single fuck that Bucky had no choice. He watched this man murder both of his parents on tape. If TWS had killed my dad and I saw proof of it, I'd try to kill Bucky, too. Grief wins out over logic. Most emotions usually do. And that's a very important point we're going to come back to in a few minutes.

Bucky was really only in like ten minutes at most of IW and Endgame, and for multiple reasons I hate those movies, so I'm just gonna skip them, kay? Kay. On to the main event!

Here's where I get pissed off. Even if I didn't have an unhealthy attachment to this character, or the depth of appreciation for his tragic backstory that I do, the lack of continuity between the movies and the show alone would still piss me off. It always does. Don't even get me started on Joss "Continuity? What continuity?" Whedon and his (iconic, but flawed) shows. Ahem. Back on track...

Let me just get one little thing out of the way real quick: I fucking LOVE The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I love it. This show amazed me when I first watched it, and I still love it after many more viewings lol. I have only ever watched it all the way through without skipping over as much John Walker shit as possible the one time lol but I love how Sam and Bucky interact, and I fucking adore how Sam's arc was treated. I just wish they'd show the same care and attention to Bucky.

Because what they did to Bucky in this show is a fucking travesty. There was a tiny ray of hope in the pilot, when he called out Dr. Bitchface for being a terrible shrink. I thought that would be the start of him realizing he needed to find someone else and ignore the damaging shit that woman was telling him. But...nope. No such luck.

The show really had a strong start, I'll give it that. We see Bucky having nightmares of his time as TWS and struggling to hide how his traumatic memories are affecting him as he tries to live in the world again. He befriends the father of one of HYDRA's victims, which can't be good for Bucky (and we're shown it's definitely not when he sees the shrine in Yori's home to his late son) but it's sweet, how he's trying to connect and reach out to someone who's hurting and lonely.

They drop the ball a little with the whole... Bucky can hack a fucking car, but can't figure out Tinder thing. Had they just run with the fandom interpretation of the tiger photos line, that it shows that Bucky is bi and left it at that, I'd have been okay with it (and no, that is not because I ship Sam/Bucky. it's because Bucky is and always has been a certified nerd who loves technology and has consistently shown very little issue learning to use new gadgets). The outdated flip phone he handed his terrible court-mandated shrink was a burner; I liked that theory when I read it, especially since it's the only time we see him even holding a phone that old lol. This all could have fit the "Bucky is a sassy bisexual nerd" narrative and it'd be okay. Instead, the director was like "NOOOOOO that line was just to show how old he is and how he can't figure out all this newfangled technology!" Woman, you had him remotely driving someone else's vehicle with a tablet. That is NOT a man who can't figure out a damn smart phone!

But that's just a minor annoyance. What fills me with absolute rage is how everyone - not just the shitty therapist who lashes out at and purposely triggers her traumatized patients, but EVERYONE - Sam, Zemo, people who should fucking know better ALL treat him like he's a psychopath and a ticking time bomb. Like he chose to take the serum and he chose to kill for HYDRA, and he's just seen the error of his ways. *barf*

Bucky in the movies is established to be a victim, through and through. His guilt over what he was forced to do is natural, and that he sees himself as a monster makes sense... but that doesn't mean it's correct. The one and only thing I ever liked about Steve Rogers is at least he got it. He pointed out that none of it was Bucky's fault, he tried to show him that he was worth saving. That's the other reason I refuse to talk about Endgame. This post will get a WHOLE LOT LONGER and a lot fucking angrier if I open that door.

Zemo supposedly knows everything about HYDRA and super soldiers... So why does he treat Bucky like he's a corrupt serial killer? (this, for the record, is why I don't like Zemo) Why does he never point out that Bucky was given the serum against his will, or that his actions, when he had control of them, proved that he was never corrupted? Bucky never wanted to become superhuman. Bucky didn't even want to fucking fight!

Sam, despite constantly resisting the label, is shown very clearly to be Bucky's friend. By episode 3, he cares. He worries about how Bucky is getting lumped in with the other super soldiers in Zemo's speech... But he never really defends him. He says "what about Bucky?" but he doesn't point out that Bucky's a good man, he's fought so hard to help people, he does everything he can to avoid killing... And that fucking speech in episode 5. I was with him on "you gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." I was like "YEAH! Tell him, Sam! Bucky, you're WORTH SAVING, boo! Your value does not hinge on someone else's opinion of you!" And then... Sam dropped the ball.

He not only continued the disturbing pattern of victim-blaming in this show, and in Marvel/Disney properties in general, but he gave really dangerously bad advice! No one in their right mind, mental health professional or no, would EVER tell a traumatized former assassin (whether he was responsible for his actions or not) to go confront his victims' families out of the blue with no warning and no one to mediate and keep things from going to shit. Yori already knew his son had been murdered because he was in the "wrong place, wrong time." How is it being "of service" to tell him you're the one who killed him?! Remember how I said Tony's reaction to learning the full truth about his parents' deaths was valid and would be an important point later? Hi! Welcome to later. THAT is the natural reaction to facing the man who murdered your loved one(s). And even if Yori didn't get angry and lash out, HOW IS IT "HELPING" HIM OR BRINGING HIM "CLOSURE" TO KNOW THAT HIS FRIEND KILLED HIS FUCKING SON?!?!?! This man befriended him, bonded with him, watched him grieve... And now he's learning this is the man who caused all his pain and heartache to begin with? That is so toxic and psycho I just... I can't even... UGH.

And then there's the equally toxic and damaging "deeply traumatized person just needed a stern talking to and a hug to be ALL BETTER AGAIN" ending. I loved seeing Bucky happy and socializing, but it was too soon, and it was unearned. And it sends a fucking awful message to people actually struggling with PTSD, and to their loved ones who don't know how to help them. Heaping more blame on them and then hugging it out is NOT helpful!

This show could have been damn near perfect with just two changes. That's all. Just two. 1) Someone, anyone, bringing up the reasons why Bucky was never a villain in his presence. Someone being in his corner and reminding him, like Steve did, that it wasn't his fault and he's not going to "snap". 2) More time devoted to Bucky's healing. Actual fucking healing, not the shit they tried to pass off as a magic fix-all. He can have his happy barbecue moment, just don't frame it as "everything's great now!" Healing isn't linear, and there will be both good days and bad. Some of the most fragile people in the world have the brightest smiles.

If we get a season 2, which this amazing show absolutely deserves, and they address this stuff, all will be forgiven in my book. Expanding on his story and his journey toward healing will help to reframe that "happily ever after" garbage as something more realistic. But as it stands now... Fuck Marvel.

[ask-garnet-n-ruby]

Symbiotic Lust on Halloween Night

Garnet/Harem (Milf AU)

Word Count: 7,900 Summary: After the end of a Halloween Party, Garnet and his mothers started heading home. But on the way, they stop by an odd little curio shop, where Garnet gets a birthday present to celebrate his first Halloween with his new family. But when they get home, his little present ups becoming so much more for this sinful little family.

“Later guys, thanks for the amazing party!”

Smiling at the various shouts and calls of goodbyes, Garnet waved to his friends Oscar and the others as he walked up to his three mothers. The trio of women offering a warm smile as they all started back for Schnee Manor, looking to have a nice wonderful evening with one another after spending an evening at what had been, an amazing and exciting Halloween Party. An evening which held a lot of special importance to them, Garnet in particular, as this was the first Halloween he’s experienced ever since he’d gotten adopted by his Yang, Blake, & Weiss and started his new life, befriending a lot of people both in his mother’s age group and within Beacon Academy.

“I gotta say,” Blake started, stretching her arms above her head as they walked, “That party was a lot of fun. I found myself enjoying it a lot more than I had expected to.”

“Hmph,” Weiss folded her arms with a curt turn of her nose, “I suppose it was alright for the most part. I honestly was expecting the worse when we arrived.”

“I’m just happy that I was able to get to go at all.” Garnet beamed, bringing his hands together, “I thought for sure you would put your foot down when you learned about this little event, Mom” Garnet said to Weiss scratching his cheek, “Especially when you learned just who exactly was hosting it.”

No sooner had he said that; a pair of golden & lilac-colored set of eyes glanced over to a certain heiress who looked away from her friends. Not willing to dignify them with a comment or even a sparing glance. Weak awkward laughter left the teenage crimsonette as he recalled back to when he had told his mothers about the party a few weeks back, and how the festivities would be held up by Sun and Neptune. Along with the fact that a few of his schoolmates would be attending the not-so-little shindig. Yang, to no real surprise of anyone, had been all for the idea right out the gate; completely thrilled and pleased at the prospect of Garnet actively going out and having fun on his own. Not to mention she had been looking to cut loose and have a little fun lately. Whereas Blake, though she was a little more hesitant on the matter, still gave her blessing in allowing Garnet to attend the party, feeling he deserved to have some fun. Plus, like Yang, she felt it couldn’t hurt to attend as well and have a little fun as well.

Weiss, however, was a different matter altogether.

In retrospect, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him that Weiss would’ve been the only one resistant at the idea of him attending any gathering with those two in charge. Both in letting him go and even attending the event herself. When it came to anything revolving around Uncle Sun and Neptune, especially Neptune, Weiss had garnered a bit of a presumptive nature with the two of them. Believing that anything regarding those two would result in nothing but trouble for everyone else. . . Granted, she was right most of the time, but it was still a little unfair to assume that EVERYTHING would go bad whenever they tried to do something. And that was the very thing Garnet tried to argue when pleading to let Weiss attend the party.

Fortunately, both of his Moms, Yang and Blake, ended up being on his side on the matter and helped manage to persuade and talk Weiss into going. Along with a few other things, he didn’t know what Yang had whispered to her. But all he knew was that it had Weiss bright red and huffing as she conceded her consent to him. Though it was pretty obvious she wasn’t happy about it.

Yang formed a small grin at the stuffy Schnee walking alongside her, “See?” She leaned in playfully towards her friend as she wrapped her arms around her son, “And you got all worked up over nothing. I told you everything would be fine and we would have a lot of fun.”

“Just because the house was still standing, doesn’t mean I was relieved or reassured in the slightest,” Weiss snorted, rolling her eyes.

Blake gave a side-eye to Weiss once more, “You’re never gonna forgive them for that little fire incident that happened in your house, are you?”

“I STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW A LIT BLOWTORCH AND A PAIR OF ROLLERS RESULTED IN 50,000 LIEN WORTH IN PROPERTY DAMAGE!” Screamed the irate Heiress.

‘Best not tell her about the huge canister of fire dust Sun also found that day as well.’ Blake, Yang, & Garnet mentally thought in unison.

“Well regardless, you have to admit, you did have fun while we there. Not to mention you were a bit eager in attending this thing from the beginning,” Yang smirked as Weiss threw her a look of shock, “You can’t tell me you weren’t, otherwise, you wouldn’t have bothered dressing down in a costume, just like we did.”

Blake chuckled, “She’s got a point.”

Weiss sputtered before letting out an abrupt harrumphed and looking away, tightened up her folded arms. As a bit of a requirement to do before heading to the party, the family of four had to dress down in some costumes for tonight’s Halloween Bash. Something Garnet had been more than excited to do, while Yang and Blake shared the same level of enthusiasm. Weiss, much to their surprise, didn’t offer much resistance if dressing up. And as a result, she found herself attending the party as One Punch Man’s very own Tatsumaki. An outfit that surprised the rest of the gang, due to how tight and form-fitting it was against Weiss’ slim yet curvaceous figure.

“I-I only wore something like this for Garnet’s sake, that’s all. So don’t get any ideas, I wasn’t going to let my attitude ruin his first Halloween Experience with us.” She defended.

“Suuuure,” Yang rolled her eyes, Blake chuckled at that, “That’s the reason.”

“You got something to say?!” Weiss snapped.

The blonde harbored a shit-eating grin, “Why Heavens no Schnee, I would never; though I’m amazed you were able to talk with the amount of shit that came out of your mouth.”

“Why you-!”

“Hey hey!” Garnet chimed in, deciding it was now time to intervene. “Come on, let’s not fight; we just finished having a wonderful night. Let’s not do this, please?!”

Blake assisted in separating the two women from their little squabble, “He’s right, that’s enough,” She pushed the two apart, “While I normally don’t mind you two having your little tiffs, not tonight.”

The two women looked up at their surrogate son’s expression before sighing, mostly on Weiss’ part, and conceded as they broke away. Blake nodding with a satisfied expression while Garnet beamed and sighed in relief, high fiving the Milf Belladonna.

“Well in any case,” Yang rubbed Garnet’s head, “It’s still your special little night Garnet, and the night’s still young. Is there anywhere you wanna stop by before we head home?”

Garnet hummed in thought as he looked around the decorated Halloween streets of Atlas and all of the Halloween goers before he found his attention at an interesting looking curio shop in sight, “Ooh! Let’s try there!”

The girls blinked, watching their son running towards the shop with excitement. Looking at one another, the girls gave various shrugs before following along, figuring it best to give the shop a try before judging.

-X-

The interior of the quaint little store upon entering gave off a rather gloomy and somewhat supernatural setting. No one was sure whether it was due to the shop owner having prepped this store in advance for Halloween. Or if it was actually how the environment normally looked on a daily basis. And a part of the group’s mind couldn’t help but feel that it could likely be the former. Regardless, it didn’t seem to deter Garnet in the slightest as he found himself looking around the entire establishment with interest and excitement in his silver eyes. The same more or less, couldn’t really be said for the mothers, though they couldn’t deny the inner intrigued they had for the store.

“Well, this place looks… interesting,” Was all Weiss could find herself saying politely.

“Hm, dark setting, overall grim environment,” Yang smirked, “Seems like your kind of place, Belladonna” Laughed the blonde earning an elbow to her arm from the faunus in question.

“Heh-Hey~ Looks like I got new customers.”

The sudden new voice broke through the air, grabbing the four’s attention. Walking out into the open was a woman who looked to be around her early 20s. With pitch-black hair pulled into a ponytail and a large bang over her right eye, streaked with a Snow White highlight. And a pair of heterochromatic icy blue and neon green pair of eyes. Wearing a simple witch dress costume, the woman walked up and folded her arms, offering a soft smile at the group of four.

“Sup, how can I help ya? First-time shoppers?” At various nods, the smile only grew bigger on the supposed owner’s face, “Looking to buy something, or are you just browsing around?”

“Um… browsing around I suppose,” Weiss replied before everyone else. “I take it you’re the owner of this place?”

“You got it,” Smirked the dual eye colored girl, “Name’s Daniella, opened this little shop a while back with a couple of people close to me. To try our luck with the people of Atlas, and so far, I like to think business has been successful despite the small location.”

“I can guess,” Yang smiled as she walked about deeper into the store, “It’s never easy running a shop here in the kingdom from what I hear.”

“Eh, I’m not worried about the big wigs higher-ups,” Danniella waved off dismissively, “Can’t really target or take out a store that you show no interest in, in the first place now can you?”

Weiss and Blake looked at one another, “She does have a point there.” Blake acknowledged.

While the conversations between the store owner and his mothers were going on. Garnet was still busy venturing into the deeper parts of the starts. Looking through the many knick-knacks and trinkets the place had to over. Some of them having this… odd, otherworldly feeling to them that he couldn’t describe. This only made him wonder just how someone like Daniella had managed to get her hands on some of these things. And why would she be willing to sell them to patrons and not have them in somewhere like… a museum or something. Passing another row, there was suddenly a glint of light blush flashing in the corner of his eyes.

“Huh?” Backstepping a bit, Garnet followed the light to where he previously been. Coming face to face with a cool looking gemstone. Emitting a faint glow, it was sapphire-colored, circular in shape, and was decorated in a stylized silver metallic wrist band.

“Whoa…”

“Caught your eye, didn’t it?”

Nearly jumping out of his skin, Garnet was startled when he noticed Daniella standing behind him, grinning over his shoulder, “Whoa Jesus, where did you-”

“Can’t say I blame ya, that beauty’s was a rarity of its own kind.” The shopkeep continued, not at all perturbed by how she had frightened the younger man.

“Rare?” Yang repeated, approaching the two with Weiss and Blake, the former of the two have some interest on her face at what was said. “What do you mean by that?”

“Used to be part of a set called ‘Reality Gems’. Stones said to hold many mystical powers and abilities, that could easily change the fabric of existence to those that wielded all of it under their control,” The store owner explained, “This right here, is called the Gem of Fantasy, or as I like to call it, the Fantasia Gem.”

“I. . . think I had read about that somewhere before, years ago,” Blake spoke up, bringing a hand to her chin in thought, “It was supposedly the third gem in the lineup alongside its sibling gems, the gems of life and form. If I remember right, this stone had the power to turn someone’s fantasies, wishes, and desires into reality.”

Yang raised a brow, then had a cheeky grin, “Sooo what, you saying that this little gem here could give Weiss huge tits if it turned out to be real?”

“Oh fuck you, Xiao Long,” Weiss glared, quite pissed off.

“You know I love you, hun.”

“Supposedly,” Blake answered, “IF it turned out to be real. This is probably a fake or something.”

“Real or not, it looks so cool,” Garnet exclaimed, finding himself utterly entranced with the beautiful looking stone. As if the gem was calling out to him, “Can I get it?! Please?” He looked towards his parents with the best puppy dog look he could muster.

The girls quickly looked away, knowing that they would immediately cave to his pleas if they saw that look. Turning to each other, they had a silent discussion amongst themselves.

“Should we?” Weiss was the first to ask.

“I mean, it IS his birthday tonight,” Blake noted, “Plus he rarely asks for a lot from us as it is.”

Yang nodded, “Blakey’s right, if anything, he deserves to be spoiled every once in a while.”

Hearing the final opinion, the Schnee Heiress sighed and faced the store owner, “You take Lien, Credit, or Both?”

Garnet fist-pumped the air, cheering “Yes!” as he hugged Weiss. The

-x-

“Oooh!”

Garnet had starry eyes as he marveled at his new gift securely wrapped around his right wrist. Loving the way it was glowing in the dimly light store. Yang grinned as she wrapped her arms around her son’s neck looking at the gem embedded accessory.

“Enjoying your new gift?” She uttered, prompting to have Ganret look over his shoulders at her.

Garnet had a megawatt smile, “Mhm! I love it!”

“I’m surprised how affordable it was,” Blake looked at the bracelet before regarding Daniella, “I would’ve figured this would be a little bit more pricey.”

The Costumed employee smiled, “Normally it WOULD be, but since you guys are first time customers, I always give out a little discount as an incentive to come back and check out more items. And to this day, it hasn’t failed me yet.”

Blake looked fondly at the woman, “Well, it is an interesting shop, and I’d be lying if I said some of the things here didn’t pique my interest a bit.”

“Aye~ Hope to do business with you in the future then.” Daniella beamed.

“Thanks so much again, Daniella.” Garnet smiled with a bow.

The shopkeep waved it off, “It was nothing, and please, call me Danni, with an ‘I’.” She waved to the group as they all left her store. Having a small self smirk as the door closed behind them.

“You’ll have a lot more fun with that thing than I ever will~”

-X-  

The rest of the walk home was relatively uneventful, save for the family getting a little snack from their favorite cafe. Once back home, everyone stretched and stifled a sigh/yawn, happy to back home in the Schnee Manor.

“Man, what a night.” Yang breathed, letting her arms flop down to the side.

“Mhm!” Agreed a happy Garnet, “I think this was probably one of the best nights of my- MMPH!”

Anything else that Garnet wanted to say was swiftly cut short by Yang grabbing and cupping his face. Pulling in for a searing hot kiss on the lips. The young teen feeling his mother’s lip pushing it’s way into his mouth, making him weak-kneed in the process. As well as stunning Weiss and Blake no sooner as they walked into the house and saw Yang macking on their sole child.

“. . . Well she’s not wasting any time,” Blake commented with a blink.

“Really?!” Weiss locked the door with a resounding click, “You couldn’t wait until we settled in first?!”

Yang looked back at Weiss, breaking off her kiss with a breathless Garnet, “Oh don’t give me that, Schnee. You and I both know you were the same as I was, Blake too. We were barely able to keep our precious grubby hands off our son the entire night.” The look of amusement on her face merely grew when he faced back at her baby boy.

“And I know the same goes double for Garnet as well. Especially with the costumes that we wore tonight.”

The crimsonette boy could only flush at the accusation. But didn’t bother to find it within him to refute or deny any of what Yang said, it was true. Ever since they had shown off to him what they were wearing to Sun and Neptune’s party, it was hard to keep his eyes off of his mothers, even if he tried.

Along with Weiss, and her wearing the ever slim curves emphasizing black dress of Tatsumaki from One Punch Man. Which had done an amazing job showing off the Heiress’ slender legs, slightly plump thighs, and her cute bubbly ass. All in a way that showed that one didn’t need a massive rack to gain attention. But that didn’t mean his other moms had been slouches in their costumes as well. Blake and Yang both had both donned on appealing and head-turning costumes as well. In Blake’s case, she donned on the tight skin hugging Spider-Gwen outfit; a look that had no problem showing off her fairly impressive bust but more importantly, those strong wide childbearing hips and that famous round ass that has gained popularity amongst both the men and women. Garnet had lost count of how many times he had noticed a bunch of horny party goers staring at his mom’s ass whenever they got a chance, not that he could blame ‘em, he had snuck a few glances at her as well too.

And then there was Yang, who ended up arguably being the life of the party, if only because of her Albedo costume. From the anime series Overlord that Garnet has started watching recently and something that Yang fell in love with ever since she saw both the hilarious character within the succubus Albedo along with the stunning long white dress. It was the perfect outfit that complimented Yang’s voluptuous ass, hips, and curves respectively, but most notably, her bust as well. The massive cleavage window she provided; which was barely covered by the golden thinly spider web-like mesh above, grabbed a lot of attention this evening. The fact that she was able to walk about easily without any sort of restrictions made it a huge plus for Yang.

To put it short and sweet, Garnet had managed to get his own brand of candy this Halloween Night, in the form of eye candy.

“You’re staring~”

Garnet jumped, spooked at Yang’s face being directly in front of his. Silver meeting lilac as Blake and Weiss started surrounding him. All of them bearing the same look that always led to the same if not pleasurable outcome. A deep gulp left Garnet, the shorts to his costume already beginning to feel stiff and tight. A clear signal of how much of an effect his mothers’ costumes had on him.

“Aw, what’s the matter, is our little soldier feeling a little flustered at the moment?” Teased the succubus dressed blonde. Taking a hand and running it along with the fabric of Garnet’s costume of choice for the evening. Which had been the symbiote/Agent Venom costume, modified and tailored to fit him perfectly in his own way. And much how he had been treated to the alluring sight of Yang, Blake, and Weiss’ costumes. The girls in return was treated to the very precious and handsome sight of him in his black and white spider themed costume.

“You stared at us so hard throughout the night. I thought for sure you wanted to do something to us,” Weiss grinned as caressed Garnet’s face sensually.

“Maybe we should… give him a little nudge in the right direction?” Blake teased, having her own playful grin on her face.

The redness on Garnet’s face deepened even furthered, his poor somewhat innocent mind racing around the idea of what would be awaiting him in just a few mere moments with these carnal hungry-looking women. But just before any type of action could be taken amongst the sinful family of four. A bright flash occurred.

“?!”

The young mothers looked in shock as they stepped back. Garnet himself alarmed as he looked down at his newly purchased gift, seeing the sapphire gem shine brightly from its sole slot of his decorated brace. The small blue dome that surrounded his wrist grew bigger until it surrounded him, and began expanding the entire time room.

“W-What’s going on?!” He looked up worried at Yang and the others “Mo-”

The single word could not escape his lips fast enough as the bright flash overtook his and everything else’s sight. And then, at that very moment, everything went black for the young birthday boy.

-X-

When Garnet started to awake, he winced at the slight ringing occurring in his head. As if someone blasted his alarm at max volume but even worse. Or Weiss when she got angry with his mothers or him, albeit rarely, and screamed at the top of her lungs, those times were never fun.

Nonetheless, he opened his eyes slowly, wincing once more as his eyes was forced to take in the lights as best as he could. His body feeling surprisingly a bit heavy and sluggish as he tried to move an arm to rub his eyes.

“Thank the brothers, you’re awake.”

The familiar voice filled with relief managed to jumpstart everything within Garnet’s body as his eyes snapped open. Looking up to find Yang smiling happily down at him, “I was so worried when you blacked out, are you feeling alright, nothing is hurting or broken or anything, is it?”

Garnet wanted to laugh a bit, finding a sense of comfort in his adoptive mother showing overbearing concern for him, as she always did. He made to reassure her that everything was alright when he suddenly froze. His silver eyes truly opening up in shock at his mother’s appearance. The first thing that he took notice of was the fact that Yang’s lilac eyes were… glowing? Bearing a gentle, almost entrancing, radiance as they bore into him. The second thing he took in was the fact that his mother had…

“Are those horns?!” He cried out in shock, taking note of the twin pair of protrusions sticking out and curling around the front of the blonde head in a curved manner.

Yang didn’t seem bothered by the exclamation that her son made regarding her changed appearance. In fact, she had been expecting it, “Heh, was wondering when you would take notice of these little babies on my head,” She ran a hand alongside the curved horn, “But that wasn’t the only thing I gained.”

Garnet looked confused, “Gained?” It was until the sound of gentle flaps followed by a light breeze did he noticed the second pair of add ons.

Wings. Pitch black as a starless night sky, protruding out from the blonde’s lower back. The feathery limbs furling around his body in an almost protective manner. Staring in wonder, he looked up back to his mom, his mouth opening and closing, trying to ask all the questions burning desperately on his tongue. Though he wouldn’t get a chance to do so when he would be interrupted once again.

“Looks like he’s awake,” Garnet looked about, wondering where the voice was coming from, “Up here sweetie.”

Following the voice, both Garnet and Yang glanced up towards the ceiling, the latter smiling while the former was in shock at what he was looking at. High in the air was Weiss and Blake, both of whom had been looking down towards the pair. But what really surprised Garnet was what was occurring with them at that moment. In Weiss’ case, the slim figured heiress was actually floating up in the air, fluctuating around her body was some sort of light blue energy, much different from her normal aura. Whereas Blake, she was upside down, LITERALLY upside down, crouched on the ceiling, staring down (or up in her perspective) at her son and friend.

“Wait, Mom?” Garnet blinked so confused, “Are… are you two-?”

“Floating in the air/Sticking to the roof?” The two spoke in unison before looking at one another with amusement on their faces, “Yes, yes we are.”

Garnet slowly shook his head in disbelief, “I...I don’t understand,” Weiss and Blake made their way down towards the ground floor. Though Weiss still floating above the ground a bit, “How is this all possible?”

Blake tapped her chin in thought, “Well, if I had to wager guess…” she pointed to the jeweled bracelet latched on Garnet’s wrist.

Garnet looked at the item in question, “My bracelet?”

“It IS the only logical explanation behind our sudden transformation,” Blake smiled, “Or are you going to tell me this whole time, you believed that Yang had demonic wings her whole life?”

A light blush was the young teen’s only response, finding his lap very interesting at the moment. Only to turn rigid when he felt something occurring within his body. Looking down at his hands, he noticed his outfit starting to shift about as if it were some kind of watery substance. Or rather… oozy substance; the girls were started when they saw black tentacles and tendril shooting out of his clothing and wriggling around wildly. To say the boy was freaking out would be an understatement, that is; until he finally started to realize that he fell under the same transformation spell or whatever took place just now. Which meant he had a living symbiote at his-

“Uhhh, Garnet?”

“Huh?” The crimsonette looked behind him and paled to see Yang, having her chest molested by one of the tendrils in question. The Older woman simply raising a brow as her tits were wrapped around and squeezed lightly.

“OH GOD! WAIT!” Garnet tried his best to concentrate and luckily through some sheer force of will, called back the symbiote. Which wrapped around his arm in what seemed like an apologetic manner, “I-I’m sorry Mom, I-I don’t know what-”

“So naughty sweetie, feeling up your own mother so causally,” She sniffed dramatically, wiping a fake tear, “I always knew you would have it in you.”

“Huh? WHOA!”

The boy was soon tackled and pinned to the ground by the blonde succubus, who had a crazed look in her eyes and was panting heavily. Her fluttering uncontrollably, “Uh Mom?” He didn’t like that look in her eyes. The last time she gave him that look, he was in the hospital for two weeks with a cracked pelvis.

Weiss and Blake were pissed during that time.

Speaking of…

“Hold it!” Yang blinked before she found herself being levitated off the teenage boy. Surrounded by a light blue aura, showing that Weiss was the culprit behind restraining her busty friend, “Like hell, we’re just gonna let you take the lead with this as usual. Besides, with how you are now; you’ll probably drain Garnet dry before me and Blake get our turns with him!”

“She’s right,” Blake chimed in, getting a ‘Hey!’ from the blonde, “Today’s a special day after all, if we’re gonna have our fun with him. I think it’s only fitting we savor and have our fun with him the only way we should. The girls looked at one another, solidifying their silent little agreement with each other. Smirking at Garnet, the boy in question could only sweat with a shaky smile.

“E-Eh…?”

-X-

The Master Bedroom, aka Garnet’s room has devolved into a series of various moans and sexual noises, as Garnet was in the middle of a three-way assault by his mothers. No sooner had they decided on what to do, they practically flew with him (Which could’ve been literal at this point) to the bedroom. Wasting no time taking off part of their attires and pouncing on the newly minted 17-year old. Weiss’ newfound esper abilities being put to work in pinning down her baby boy. Leaving him completely helpless, while the rest of the ladies indulged in his body.

Blake and quickly gravitated to Garnet’s member, already half-hard from arousal and stimulation prior. Blake took his thick shaft into her mouth, bobbing up and down hungrily, letting sweet purrs and moans of bliss while her friend Yang took their son’s ballsack into her own mouth. Her nose inhaling the powerful musky scent as she swirled her tongue around one of them while cupping the other in her hand. Her glowing eyes quickly growing hazy with its own brand of ecstasy.

The two women double team elicited groans of pleasure from the teenage boy, though were muffled by Weiss. Who took the opportunity to straddle her adopted child’s face and ride him. Rocking her hips, she couldn’t help but shudder from the skillful tongue she had come to love and grow addicted to, invade her folds. Sending a course of sudden electricity up her spine, hissing out a sharp moan. A hand grabbing at her petite breast through her thin fabric dress while her other hand gripped Garnet’s dark locks, forcing his face deeper into her crotch as she ground against him. Nearing her first orgasm for the evening.

It was all becoming too overwhelming for the birthday boy, from the taste of Weiss’ sweet nectar hitting his tongue to Blake and Yang sucking him off. He couldn’t stop himself from cumming right then, surprising Blake as his load shot right into her mouth. Making her gulp down the first pump on reflex before pulling away, allowing the rest to erupt into the air and hit her face. Her’s and Yang’s, who rose up into time to get a lovely facial of her son’s semen. The new demonic blood in her once again going haywire as her long tongue lapped up whatever she could into her mouth.

Garnet wasn’t the only one to experience an intense climax. Throwing her head back, a loud “Fuck!” left Weiss’ lips as came all over her’s face. Her pussy quivering, spraying her juices into his mouth. Her lower half twitched for a few moments as the wave started to die down. The woman blinked she felt her head being turned to the side, only for Blake to lock lips with her, in doing so sharing some of her son’s cum with the fellow mother. Much to the amusement of one certain blonde as she watched her friend deepen the kiss with the sole faunus in the room. Cupping one of her breasts in the process.

“Man Weiss, you must’ve been really pent up this evening,” She teased, “I’ve never seen you been so aggressive on top of Garnet like this before in your life.”

Weiss flushed as she broke away, trying her best not look at the cheeky expression forming on her friend’s face. While the girls were talking, Garnet’s pleasure addled mind began to grow dull; hazed by the orgasm he had endured, as well as him still taking in Weiss’ sweet scent. His mind still processing being triple-teamed the way he was by his mothers. While he definitely wasn’t a stranger to handling more than one at a time when it came to them. This was the first he truly felt powerful under their horny grip. And while hot, he was worried that the rate they were going, he might not be able to outlast them all before they drained him dry.

He had been so out of it, he didn’t even realize that his Fantasia Gem flashed once more. Shining brightly, grabbing the attention of the rest of the ladies. Surprised by the sudden light show taking place. When it died down, the trio was left confused as to what happened. That was when it happened.

Garnet’s symbiotic suit, which had been left complacent by its master’s will, came to life once more. Shooting out from various parts of the costume were a group of pitch-black thick oozy tentacles, much like the one from before, they all surrounded the women. Making them all go from confused to alarmed, having little time to react as the thick tendrils lashed out towards the three. Binding their arms behind their back or above their heads while their knees and ankles were constricted as well, forcing their legs to spread apart. Parts of their dresses or bodysuit were torn away, giving the appendages a full view of their privates as they were lifted into the air; much to their embarrassment.

“G-Garnet!” Weiss screeched; her face a perfect imitation of a tomato as she called out to her son, “What is all this?!”

“Garnet,” Blake cried, finding her position flipped upside down, “Sweetie, can you hear us?!”

The boy sat up, but one look in his eyes would tell the mothers that he was not all entirely there. Unaware of what was going on, or what he was even doing to his mothers at the moment.

“He’s… moving completely on instinct- MMPH!!!”

Yang’s lilac pupils shrank at a tendril invading her mouth, plunging itself as deep as it could until one could see a large, near grotesque bulge forming against her throat. Muffled gags escaping her followed by a sudden squeak of surprise when her ass and pussy was penetrated as well. Weiss and Blake sharing the same fate, feeling their holes being filled up by the slimy tentacles. A warm, almost hot sensation overall, yet clammy to the touch, but it didn’t feel unpleasant to them in the least. Wriggling, the tentacles started moving inside of the costumed trio. Thrusting deep into their depths, hard and fast, creating a nice significant bulge in their stomachs. Slender legs, and plump breasts bouncing helplessly in the air, as the girls were violated by their transformed son.

But Garnet was far from content to just letting his tentacles get some action. His body moving towards Blake, he guided the tendrils to bring her closer as the two were pinned up against the wall. The natural sticky adhesion from the venom symbiote allowing the crimsonette to cling to the wall alongside his mother. Blake could feel her breasts and the side of her face pressing up against the flat surface of the wall as she glanced over her shoulder to look at Garnet. The poor boy seemingly in a trance as he held her wide powerful hips. The completely dominant manner he exuded making her feel vulnerable. Like a small spider having fallen prey to something even bigger. How fitting given what she was at the moment. The presence of his cock pressing right up against her pussy already had the faunus soaking wet. More than what the tentacles in her ass and mouth were doing to her.

Maybe it was her newly heightened senses or the strange position they were now in. The moment he slid into her, Blake nearly came all over the wall. Her pussy clamping down in euphoria from the feeling of having him inside her. His movements and pacing was in sync with the rest of the tendrils alternating in and out of her holes. Feeding to her a new level of pleasure she’s never experienced before. Yet he didn’t stop there either, his smaller body pressed up against her back, mounting her in the familiar doggy style position as he reached up fondled her breasts through her bodysuit. The teen going for her mother’s weak spot, that being her nipples. Making her moan loudly around the oozy appendage.

While that was going on, Yang and Weiss had been reduced to having their own fun. Garnet’s symbiote tentacles forcing the two into a deep hot passionate kiss. The nipples to their different size bust rubbing up against each other, pleasure coursing through their body as the thick tendrils continued to pump themselves deep into their depths. But what truly snapped them out of their daze in shock, manifesting behind their friend’s respective backs were two exact copies of their son, down to the last key defining trait. The only difference was the burning rose surrounded by a black web tattooed in the middle of their upper backs.

‘What the-’

Neither girl could voice their thoughts fully, as the symbiotic Garnet clones pulled the mothers away from each other. One of them tossing Yang back onto the master bed with him on top, tearing off the top of her dress, and freeing her massive rack. Offering a slight bounce, her twin pink-colored pert nipples stiff as the clone latched on and traced his tongue around the erected nub. Skillfully gliding the hot wet muscle around as a hand went to her other boob, squeezing down, practically mauling at the perky mound in pure lust while he used his free hand to lift a leg up and giving the clone access to her dripping core once again.

Yang whimpered and soon started crying out in wanton lust and needy pleasure from the ministrations she was being subjected to. This inky blob or whatever it was may have been a copy of her baby boy, but damn if he didn’t know how to please her the same way he did. The needy whines grew louder when she felt the clone purposely teasing her entrance with his cock. The tip barely pushing its way in, driving her mad. The more she tried to buck her hips and have him stick it in, the more he pulled away at the last second. Making her succubus nature scream in desperation.

“Sweetie please, don’t make Mama beg,” She cried, her wings flapping against the bed madly, “Give Mommy was she wants before she goes crazYYYYYYY~”

Yang threw her head back with a scream from the Garnet close plunging his cock deep into her cunt. Her eyes crossing in delight as she quickly wrapped her legs around him to keep him from escaping, “Yes! Fuck me, baby; don’t hold anything back!”

The clone happily obliged, pumping his hips, slamming his waist as hard as his could against the delirious blonde, who was gripping the sheets as the massive bed began to creak and shake underneath them.

Weiss, meanwhile, was left floating in the air with her personal clone. Who replaced Yang in delivering a deep savory kiss to her, an act that had esper heiress moaning deeply when discovered the clone to have a long slimy tongue being shoved down her esophagus. Robbing her of oxygen, but a part of her couldn’t deny how amazing it felt suckling on the long muscle. The saliva seemingly having an aphrodisiac-like effect on her, turning her on in various ways. Feeling her nipples poking through the fabric, the clone turned its hands into claws before taking a swipe at her chest, leaving her petite chest bare for the symbiote. Weiss could only blush in embarrassment as her arousal flowed out of her. Clone Garnet’s cock rubbing itself against her lower lips, with a soft wet pop, he pushed his way inside. Spreading her walls wide apart, the esper biting her lip as her folds quivered tightly around the meaty girth.

Her powers started to fluctuate, it being a miracle the two were even still in the air, yet it was only through sheer will and unconscious determination that was keeping them both airborne. The only thing on her mind was focused on was pure pleasure, offering no resistance to the clone. Even as her legs were hiked up by the clone’s tentacle, putting her in a full nelson. The new position allowing the clone’s massive cock to rail her even deeper than before.

And like that, for the rest of the night, this was the fate that befell the mothers of one. Completely at mercy of their son and the various tentacles and clones used in the one many gangbang. Passed around between their genuine son, the black tendrils, or being spitroasted the two clones. None of their holes spared as they succumbed to the ferocious carnal bliss racking their entire body. Savoring every single second of it as the times passed.

Blake, once more, was ganged up by the symbiote tentacles. Finding herself to be more receiving of them as the fucked her without restraint, sucking and clamping down as hard as she could around the hot clammy tendrils. Her own webbing used to tie up her body in makeshift bondage, popping out her tits even more and griding in between her asscheeks. Two smaller appendages wrapping around her nipples and clit, pinching and pulling against them., piling on more mind-numbing sensation. Relegating her to a state where she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to.

Weiss was content with the two Garnet clones double-teaming her. Their cocks in both her pussy and ass, she used her psychic powers to make her holes as tight as physically possible. Upping her own sensitivity as they slammed full force into her, holding her by her arms and waist. All the while leaving the woman to suck on a sole tendril thrusting in and out of her mouth. While two smaller ones teased and molested her tiny chest, wringing out constant shuddering of absolute bliss.

And for Yang, she had the luxury of having her son all to herself. Arms wrapped around his head, fiercely making out as he pounded her cunt. Her tits jiggling, brushing against his chest while her ass rippled absorbing the heavy balls smacking against her. Her own legs swinging back and forth in the air as she felt her son’s superior cock driving into her in a mating press. Heart racing, wings fluttering, her lilac eyes rolling into her head as she neared yet another intense climax. How many she and her friends had been through this entire evening thanks to this sudden strange occurrence, even she didn’t know. Nor did she really care about it anymore.

‘Totally thanking that Daniella girl when I see her again.’ Was the only thought running through the mind broken mothers’ heads.

-X-

“. . . Ngh...Huh?”

Wincing and holding his head with a groan, Garnet flinched at the sudden bright light peeking through the blindfold of his bedroom window. Slowly sitting up in his and letting his eyes readjust to the room around his. He immediately went from tired to shock at the sight before him.

The teen found himself in the middle of his room. . . or what was the remains of his room with the amount of destruction and chaos that had been done to it. Everywhere he looked was like a massive war zone, emphasized by the various holes, cracks, and… we’re those claw marks on the walls and ceiling?! Not to mention the destroyed or tossed furniture all over, he wasn’t even in his bed now that his mind registered it. Though one quick look at it, seeing the king size mattress was in utter shambles. The framework snapped in two, along with the bed itself.

“Wha- What happened-“ He winced again, clutching his throat realizing how hoarse he sounded. What on Remnant happened last night after he and his moms got home?!

His thoughts were cut short by a slew of soft moans, and Garnet then felt something shifting around. Looking down, his eyes widened to see his Moms; Yang, Weiss, and Blake, all sleeping on top and next to him. Semi-naked with residual sexual fluids all over their bodies, on top of the various bite marks and hickeys left on their persons. But what really threw him for a loop was the sight of them still in their costumes… or what was left of them. The dresses on both Yang and Weiss were practically shreds, Blake’s skintight one piece in the same state, and Yang’s wings were...

“Wait wings?” He muttered, his eyes narrowing in confusion, his mind finally registering the black feathery additions coming from Yang’s lower back. “When did mom get- …?!”

Reaching out to touch them, Garnet noticed the jeweled brace that had been glowing faintly and that’s when it all came rushing back to him. The bright light, the transformations, the new abilities he and his mothers gained. Which all led to what could possibly have been the most sexually aggressive and fiercest fuck session he had given his mothers in his entire adopted life. He couldn’t believe he had done all of that to them, and the worst part of it, it had been while he was semi-conscious!

“Mm, morning already?”

Garnet snapped his head down to see Yang stirring from her slumber. Rubbing her eyes as she picked herself up, Blake and Weiss following suit. Seeing her son was up, life began to fill Yang’s eyes as she had a big smile on her face.

“Morning sweetie,” She kissed the stunned boy on the cheek, “Last night was amazing, I didn’t think you had it in you with what you did last night.”

What?! “M-Mom, I- that’s…”

“Don’t bother saying anything,” Yang hushed, placing a finger on his lips, “Last night, your real fantasies and desires came out full force. And we managed to get, not just a taste, but an actual full-blown meal as to what you always wanted to do to us. Wouldn’t you agree, girls?”

Weiss and Blake, who managed to catch what Yang said, blushed fiercely. Memories of what had happened rushing in like a raging flood. Even single touch, caress, nibble, bite, and cocks/tentacles that filled them could be felt around their entire body. Even now, they could feel their pussies quivering in need and a rush of excitement, wanting to have another round. Yang smirked while Garnet kept his head down, too flustered and embarrassed to say anything.

“Hey now, no need to feel down,” Yang cupped her son’s face, “If anything, you should be proud. With you doing this, I think it’s safe to say that we’ve definitely grown closer in our own naughty sort of way.” She smiled and slowly stood up, her wings flapping gently, “Now then, what do you say to breakfast? After last night, I’m looking to put some food in my belly.”

“Yipe!” Garnet snapped his head to see Blake collapsing to the ground. Having lost feelings in her legs.

“. . . Provided your regains feelings in her legs,” Yang added with a blink.

The cat faunus blushed as she was helped up thanks to Weiss using her abilities, which were starting to become second nature to her. Yang smiled; following them out of the room, her wings furled up against her back. The mothers leaving their son behind in the destroyed bedroom, who was still stunned by everything that had transpired last night. Looking down at his bracelet, specifically, the gem that had made all of this possible for him and his family last night. A soft smile had made its way onto his face as he stood and stretched. Only one thought to summarize last night.

“Best birthday ever…”

[mercedestaylor]

Just Let Me Adore You

Roger Taylor x fem! reader AU

You and Queen have known each other for many years. Through the years you and Roger have some intense moments and try to be near each other. On the way to a pub you and Roger have another intense stare. This time in his car.

A/N: So, this was the first ever complete written fic I’ve done. I thought this was the best timing to post this to celebrate the most beautiful person alive.

Happy Birthday Roger! Long live the Queen (one of four ;) )

word count: 1987

warnings: swear words, slight nsfw? let’s call it a hot moment

THIS gif inspired me to write this :)

I touched up my last swing of mascara when I looked at the clock. It was already 8:20. Roger and Freddie would be here in 10 minutes. I brushed my hair one last time so it looked fresh and glowy. I wore a red bodysuit with a flowy black skirt that was still over my knees and some baby blue sneakers. My hair was open with little braids in them. We were going to a newly opened pub to check it out. We wanted to get there later but since it was summer it was still bright outside. We were meeting the rest of the boys there. When I checked my makeup and outfit the last time my doorbell rang. I quickly grabbed my purse and ran to the door. I grabbed my keys and went down the stairs only to see that the boys were already back in the car.

I waved at them and got in the back seat.

„Hey girls, are you ready to rock?“ I smiled. I looked at them expectantly and waited for their response.

„Are you ready to roll? I’m really sceptic dear, nothing can be better than The Rabbit Hole. “ Freddie said.

„And what do you think?“ I smiled at Roger. He was looking at me through the rear view mirror and smiled back at me.

„I have no expectations. Let’s just make the best time out of it.“

I looked at him questioningly. „BORING!“ I said and laughed.

They both did too and Roger said „Let’s just go and see.“

So he started the engine. The pub was all across London so we had to drive 20 minutes. I got my seatbelt on and when they heard the clicking sound they softly laughed. I glared at them and told them to shut up because I would be the one that wouldn’t die in a car crash.

I looked out the window to cherish this beautiful city. I’ve lived my whole live in London, but only lived in this area for 3 years. I’ve met the boys on a gig they had and we befriended really quick since Freddie is so open with people.

I was on the bar to get myself a drink when he came to me.

„Oh my god, shut the fuck up! Your outfit is amazing! I love how you combined this super cute dress with those rocking boots and to top it off a beautiful leather jacket. You have an out of this world fashion sense. You should totally go to my friends and I’s shop in Kensington Market.“

When he was finally done with complimenting me I thanked him and told him that I was interested in visiting his shop. He then introduced me to his band mates.

„My darlings, this is a new friend of mine!“ he shouted over the loud music.

„What was your name, dear? “ he asked me.

„I’m Y/N.“

A tall young man with a lot of black hair came to me and gave me his hand.

„Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Brian.“ he smiled.

I shook his hand and smiled back. Brian got back to his seat. The guy beside him waved at me.

„Hi I’m John Deacon.“

I waved back „Hi“.

Freddie walked to them „We’re just waiting for Roger now. “

And at that second a beautiful blonde boy came up and got next to me. He shortly looked at me then the boys and then looked me up and down.

I looked back at him and coughed to get his attention back to my face

„Can I help you?“

„You could but I’d rather help you.“ He smirked and I heard the boys laugh.

„Take it easy, Rog.“ Freddie said. „This is our new friend, Y/N.“

He still looked at me and gave me his hand .

„What a pleasure to meet you.“ Roger grinned.

The way he looked at me gave me shivers, but in the best way.

„I can only agree. “ I took his hand and we held eye contact what felt like minutes. His eyes really were what you call beautiful. We parted our hands yet kept looking at each other the remaining night.

Since then many years have passed however nothing ever happened seriously between us. In fact, he recently got out of his relationship that lasted 4 years. He still got his „flings“ from time to time, still mostly he would get a girl for one night. Queen had quickly risen to fame and success and just dropped their new album. They would soon be touring again in Europe.

Roger just drove past a yellow traffic light when I looked at him. I looked at the back of his head with his beautiful blonde hair. It’s been always so fluffy and soft. I was sitting in the middle seat so I had a perfect view of his side profile while he was concentrated on driving. I’ve always thought he was too pretty to be human but here he is.

Roger tried to get at me on the first years we’ve known each other. Except I knew what he was about, that’s why I never agreed with it. But I secretly crushed over him. How could you not? I tried to take a glance when he wasn’t looking, I tried to stand close to him, we often hanged out together and he would visit me in my dreams. Even so in the early years there wasn’t any chance of him being in a serious relationship. Now he isn’t as bad as then anymore, though still I’m scared of getting hurt by him.

I look at his eyes through the rear view mirror. His big, deep blue baby eyes with these long lashes. They keep moving to check the street or just staring at the horizon. His eyes are so hypnotizing.

Sometimes I almost couldn’t control myself because we would look at each other while talking and when we were done he would keep staring at me with this soft yet intense look on his face. I had too much pride to look away so I held his gaze and we would just sit there and stare at each other.

And it was at these times where I just wanted to climb over the seat, sit on his lap and kiss him. I would touch his face while his hands grab my waist. My fingers wander through his soft hair, pulling some strands and him moaning into my mouth. His hands go up my body to my arms and chest. He kisses down my jaw to my neck and gently sucks on my pulse. I’d grind my hips on his and he would grab his arms under my legs, pull me up and get us out of the room for privacy.

Well, that was only my imagination. In reality I needed to keep my stand and stay in my seat while breaking the eye contact.

It was an advantage for me that he was distracted because in that case he didn’t notice me staring at him. I just couldn‘t help it. His face was mesmerizing. But just as I fell into another fantasy he looked at me. He noticed me staring at him. In his car. Though in a second he looked back on the street. Or so I thought because after he checked the street he looked back at me. And I didn’t know what to do.

Then I had the idea, when he was driving I couldn’t lose my control of holding back. Because when we would have another staring contest, I couldn’t get on his lap because he was driving. So I kept looking at him. He had his slightly orange tinted sunglasses on. Although I could still see his eyes through them.

I looked at the street to check if something’s in the ways of passing. I looked back at him and I see he also checked the street. He kept giving me this intense stare and I lifted an eyebrow. He started to smirk which I could see on his side profile. I tried to hold my incoming smile back but I couldn’t. I must have looked ridiculous trying to hold back because he chuckled shortly after. Roger looked back on the street to check.

I looked to Fred who didn’t seem interested in our „conversation“ or why Roger had laughed. When I looked at Roger I saw that he was looking up to the mirror. But I didn’t want to look away from his face. I studied his features like his jawline or his hands on the steering wheel. I could look at his hands all day long. My attention got back to his eyes when we needed to stop and he gently coughed. He was still looking at me. I playfully rolled my eyes whereupon he just winked at me.

We soon arrived at the pub and Roger parked on the lot. I unbuckled my seat belt and before I got out of the car I waited until one of them opened their door. I never wanted to be the first one to leave in case we had to stay in the car for some reason. When Freddie opened the door I also got out. I was on the same side like Fred so when I got out I turned around to check on Roger. He was just getting up and taking a first look at the pub.

„Wow, this is huge.“ He turned back to us.

„Oh darling, I can tell you some other things that are huge.“ Freddie commented. I hit Freddie with my arm and laughed.

„We all know, Fred. You don’t have to tell us again.“ I said.

Roger smiled at us and said „Let’s look for the others.“

We went to the entrance and searched Brian, Chrissie, Deaky and Veronica. Jim couldn’t come because he had to work early in the morning. He trusted me with the safety of Fred.

„I see them!“ Freddie shouted and jogged to them leaving me and Rog behind.

He walked right beside me, his arm brushing mine every now and then. We walked to the direction Freddie went off. Normally I was totally relaxed in his presence but now I felt somewhat tense. I felt the warmth his body was radiating.

„You shouldn’t do that again while I’m driving. Especially when you look like that.“ He said to me.

I looked at him questioningly. I knew what he meant but I wanted to hear it from him.

„What do you mean?“ I innocently fluttered my lashes. He laughed lightly.

„Oh I think you know what I mean. Listen, these moments that we have… I can’t ignore them.“ I looked forward because I felt my heartbeat quickening.

„I think we should talk about what has been going on between us for some time.“ He said slowly looking at me expectantly.

I’m trying to think of an answer to give. I feel rushed because it felt like minutes that I was thinking.

„Uhm, you know… uh...“ I’m so confused, this came out of nowhere.

„Maybe we can meet tomorrow? I think you know where I live.“ Roger jokes.

„I could make some dinner for us.“ He continues.

I stop walking and look at him.

„Uhm yeah, sure. Dinner sounds good.“ I said hastily. I play with my fingers.

He wanted to talk about what has been going on between us? Like the staring and standing close? How could I talk with him about that.

„Great.“ He smiled and started to walk again.

I kept looking at him and watched as he made his way to the boys.

„Hey Y/N! Get your pretty ass here, we want to party!“ Freddie shouted.

I smiled and walked to them. I greeted the rest of the group and we all went to the VIP entrance into the pub.

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I want to thank @ineloqueent for giving me the motivation to write this, just because they replied my comment! And I also want to thank @perriwiinkle for reading this and giving me the confidence to post it!! You MUST check them out!!! @perriwiinkle wrote my favorite Roger fanfic series, so you also need to read her stories!! Out of time is the best shit ever!!

I hope the few people that read this story like it, too. Please give me some feedback 😊

And who got this far: THANK YOU FOR READING IT!!

[this-is-quite-homoerotic]

Another Janto AU idea I’ll probably never write

Okay, this one’s a bit weird. TRUST ME THOUGH, I WON’T LET YOU DOWN!

(Warning: there is no underage, I swear. In case it looks like that’s where I’m heading, I promise I’m not.)

I’ve been thinking about the Jack&Owen father/son dynamic and the Owen&Ianto brothers dynamic and.

No-aliens Modern day AU where a young Jack marries Owen’s mum after a short and tumultuous love affair when Owen’s a kid. The marriage doesn’t last, Jack starts growing out of love with her when he sees how she treats little Owen, who at this point would be 7 or so, and soon other flaws he’d been too enamoured to notice start becoming more and bigger issues until the couple breaks up.

Jack is in his early 20s, and if you’d ask him before he married he’d have told you he wasn’t anywhere near ready to be a father. That doesn’t stop him from imprinting on Owen within minutes of meeting him, however, and with the way Owen’s mother treats him, he actually ends up taking him in the divorce, after many rows and a few teary discussions, because he loves the kid, and he can see that she was not actually in the position to raise anyone, for a variety of reasons that I won’t elaborate on here. She does visit him, Jack is always happy to facilitate her visits with Owen, but not terribly often.

It takes a few years, but Jack eventually adopts him legally, with his mother’s blessings. He talks to Owen every step of the way, always listens to what he has to say, always respecting (within reason) what he wants. Through mutual agreement, they never change Owen’s last name.

Jack isn’t the best father ever, by any stretch. It’s a learning curve, and there’s a few big stumbles. But he loves that kid so much, and for the first time in his life Owen has an adult and parental figure who listens attentively to what he has to say, who always asks for his opinion before making any choices that affect him, who would kill and die for him, who loves him, unconditionally, and it makes a difference.

So Owen grows up with love and support, and once he hits puberty he’s only a tiny bit nervous to tell his father he’s bi since Jack has been dating people of all genders on and off since he divorced his mother. Owen was consistently suspicious of all of them, and privately thought none of them was good enough for his father, but he never said it. He did want Jack to be happy, after all. None of them last too long, and in the end it’s always just the two of them. Jack seems happy enough with it, so Owen doesn’t worry.

Anyway, his coming out goes great; Jack is so proud he cries a little and he insists on hugging him even longer than usual. (Jack is a hugger, Owen has resigned himself to it.) Owen huffs and doles out the eye-rolls and the ‘it’s-not-a-big-deal’s and ‘oh my god, dad, you’re so embarrassing’ but he’s secretly very pleased. Jack takes him to pride for the first time that very year, and it becomes a yearly tradition.

Owen befriends Ianto Jones by proxy at first: Ianto was in his group of friends and they ended up hanging out together a lot, first in a group and later more one-on-one. He’s alright, even if he is two whole years younger than him and a bit of a nerd. There is one (1) instance when Owen almost got mad at him, when Ianto asked if he’d been adopted (after another mate of his mentioned something about it). But after he’d replied defensively, he realised Ianto wasn’t trying to be mean about it. At all. 

“That must be great, though. You know for sure that your dad wanted you, was willing to fight to keep you.” That’s how Owen found out about Ianto’s not so great home situation.

So they became mates, and soon Owen starts inviting Ianto over.

Now, the problem with being raised by a young, stunningly attractive single parent, of course, is that all his friends are more likely to have a crush on his father than they are to like him that way. Not that Owen fancies Ianto or anything. But it’s weird, Jack is old.

Ianto, like most of Owen’s female friends and some of his guy friends, develops a crush on his father. Fucking hell. The little shit keeps sneaking furtive little glances Jack’s way, and whenever Jack actually addresses him, he smiles beatifically and pretends he’s not the acerbic juvenile delinquent he really is (as if Owen would hang out with him if he was that boring). He perks up whenever Jack is around; smiles all the time. It’s bizarre.

Jack doesn’t notice. Once the initial weirdness wears off, Owen thinks it’s hilarious that his father can’t see through Ianto’s polite, helpful little boy facade. So he doesn’t say anything. He just enjoys the show. It goes like this: Ianto comes over, they hang out for a while. Jack gets home from work, Ianto gets starry eyed and promptly becomes this alien perfectly-behaved A-student right in front of Owen’s very amused eyes. Ianto’s crush goes right over Jack’s head the entire time. Owen gets to laugh at Ianto being flustered and/or pretending to have perfect manners, and Ianto gets whatever dopamine rush he gets from staring at Jack. Win-win.

They keep in touch when Owen goes to uni and later when Ianto goes to a different one, but they don’t see each other very often and eventually grow distant. Yadda yadda, life happens and eventually they re-connect.

Ianto introduces Owen to a friend of his, Katie, obnoxiously telling her that while he isn’t as hot as his father, he’ll do. (Katie fully believes he’s joking until Owen brings her home to meet Jack. She still thinks Owen is hotter, but she can see what Ianto meant, certainly. “That’s love for you,” Ianto laments. “It blinds you.” Owen pretends to be offended.)

The thing is, Owen falls head-over-heels with Katie. He’s absolutely gone on her, and after discussing it a little to make sure she’s on the same page as him, he pops the question. Ianto is, of course, invited to the wedding.

So that’s how we get to 25-year-old Ianto seeing early-to-mid 40s Jack again for the first time in almost a decade. For the first time ever, Jack sees him right back.

Understandably, Jack feels a little guilty about noticing how nicely his son’s younger friend looks in a suit, but there’s no harm in looking, right? The ceremony is lovely, Jack cries (and so does Owen, though he glares when anyone mentions it), after which they swiftly move on to the party.

Deep into the night, late enough that the bride and groom have retired to start their honeymoon, Jack is having one more drink as he watches the mostly drunk guests dance and toast to the happy couple. He’s feeling old and maudlin and so happy for his son that his chest could burst, when Ianto makes his move.

Talking leads to snogging leads Ianto pushing Jack up against an out-of the-way wall and whispering all the dirty things he’d like to do to him in that sinful Welsh accent leads to them falling in bed together at Jack’s hotel room and staying there for the next several hours (not all of them spent awake).

Jack, having had no clue that Ianto had harbored an intense teenage crush on him and had been dreaming about this for literal years, figured it was just a one-night-thing brought about by loneliness or boredom.

The morning after, however, Ianto formally asks him out.

Jack protests (only a little, and with no real force behind it) that he’s almost twice Ianto’s age, surely he can’t mean to actually date him. Ianto assures him that he does.

They go out to have a very late brunch. It’s their first official date, and Jack has more fun than he’s had in years. Ianto, who’d only thought of Jack infrequently if still fondly during the years he hadn’t seen him, is positively giddy. Turns out seeing Jack again was all it took for the attraction to come roaring back. But now he can really get to know Jack as an adult, beyond the fantasies he made up as a hormonal teen. The real man holds up surprisingly well against the fantasy. 

Ianto confesses his teenage crush, confesses that he wondered what Jack might look like after all these years when he realised he’d be seeing him again at the wedding, but he never in a million years had expected Jack to somehow look even more delectable than he had back then. (Jack doesn’t blush, but he wants to. They end up right back in his hotel bed once they’re done with brunch.)

Truth is, Jack hadn’t expected it to last, not really. He’d hoped to have some fun with a gorgeous young man before said man got bored and moved on without him. He didn’t expect to fall in love. He certainly didn’t expect, wouldn’t have believed that sleepy morning when he’d woken up in the arms of a warm, sleep-soft Welshman who asked to take him out on a proper date, that a man young enough to be his son and handsome enough to have his choice of partner would be falling in love with him.

Owen choked on his own laughter when Jack told him Ianto had taken him out on that first date. “I cannot believe it. He did it. He actually did it. The absolute mad lad. It only took him a decade, but he did it. That crazy motherfucker. Fatherfucker. Oh my god, fatherfucker.” Then he started cackling again. Jack was too relieved he wasn’t upset about it to be offended. Despite Ianto’s reassurances that there had never been anything other than strictly platonic friendship between him and Owen, Jack still had the tiniest of worries that Owen might have harbored a crush on Ianto back in his teens. He’d invited Ianto more often than any of his other friends, and the atmosphere had always been different with him, though Jack had never managed to put his finger on how, back then.

Owen laughed even harder when Jack carefully broached the subject. “Are you kidding me? He was too busy ogling you to ever notice me, thank Christ. Would have been awkward if he did, I always saw him more as a little brother, really.” Well, didn’t that make Jack feel supremely awkward. His son saw his latest lover as a little brother. Weird, even by Jack’s standards. At least Ianto’s teenage crush confession was true. Still a bit weird, but flattering, now that that kid had grown into a gorgeous young man who still found Jack 'disarmingly attractive’ (his words).

“Of course you have my blessings,” Owen griped good-naturedly when Ianto called to ask. In retrospect, calling him during his honeymoon with the woman he loved who he’d only met because Ianto had introduced them had been a good tactical decision. He was feeling charitable towards him, and he was too high on love and sex to begrudge Ianto this.

“Thank you. You can call me ‘Tad’ if you want,” Ianto countered, because he was still a little shit with a sarcastic streak a mile wide and a penchant for annoying Owen even when he was technically begging for his blessing to date Owen’s father.

“Fuck off,” Owen told him, but there was no bite to it, he sounded amused if anything, and Ianto knew then that Owen had meant it.

“Of course. I won’t rush you. I can wait until it feels organic, son.”

Owen hung up on him. Less than a minute later, Ianto got a text message that said. ‘If you break his heart, I’ll kick your arse xoxo’. He sent back a string of heart emojis.

A year and a half later, Ianto called Owen to tell him he was planning to propose. Owen demanded to be his best man.

The year Owen turned thirty-one, Jack and Ianto adopted two siblings (a little boy and a baby girl). They named Owen their godfather (yes, both of them).

That day, as Owen was asked to sign the papers that would legally make him the children’s guardian in case anything happened to their fathers, he remembered the day he met Jack, when his mother had brought him over for the first time. He remembered, a bit blurry due to time, the talks Jack and his mother had had with him when they were in the process of splitting up, how Jack had fought to convince them both that he should be the one to raise Owen. He recalled, like a much-beloved photograph he took out to stare at when he needed it, the well-worn memory of walking into their new house for the first time, and realising that it was real, that Jack really did mean to adopt him, that he’d really be living with him from then on; that Jack really wanted him. He remembered all the times Jack had told him that family wasn’t blood, family was love, and trust, and commitment. And he remembered, with perfect, stunning clarity, a 15-year-old Ianto telling him he’d like to adopt when he was older, even if he ended up with someone who could get pregnant.

He also remembered a 15-year-old Ianto making heart eyes at his father in their living-room while Owen struggled not to laugh at him, and really, one had to respect a man who stuck to his convictions. Ianto certainly knew what he wanted and put in the work to get it.

At least he was pretty sure he could trust Ianto with Jack’s heart.

(Epilogue:

Because Ianto has a terrible sense of humour, he spends an entire summer calling Owen ‘son’ and ‘kid’ and ‘sport’. Owen makes a face the first couple of times, but he’s brought around pretty quickly between 1) the way Katie laughs whenever Ianto does this, and 2) the bewildered looks it gets them whenever someone hears it, because not only is Ianto younger than Owen, he also looks it. It makes for interesting situations.

So rather than be annoyed, Owen starts to enjoy it. He decides to lean into it, starts calling Ianto ‘tad’ and ‘dad’ and ‘father’, and one memorable time ‘the man who literally birthed me’. Katie chokes on her drink and laughs so hard her abdomen hurts for the next day. Jack actually falls off his chair laughing. Ianto looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, the little shit.

And they were a loving family who were disgustingly happy for the rest of their lives and never had tragedy befall them, not even once, the end.)

[rokutouxei]

the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

ikemen vampire: temptation through the dark theo van gogh / mc | T | [ ao3 link in bio ]

The challenge seemed pretty simple: to try to befriend the university bookshop's most sour employee, Theo van Gogh. As a literature major with a boatload of book recommendations on her back, it ought to be a simple task indeed. But as she uncovers what lies between Theo's pages, the more she finds it harder to become closer to him without having to put the feeling directly into words. What can she learn from Theo about what it means to stay—and how can she teach Theo about what it means to let go?

[ masterpost for all chapters ]

CHAPTER 1 OF 22

“Hey Theo, your girlfriend’s here.”

Just as she always is: 2:00pm every Wednesday and Sunday, carrying a maroon Kånken bag slung over one shoulder, dark brown hair up in an (adorably) messy half-bun. Today, she’s wearing a black turtleneck under a plaid coat, because it’s early fall now, and every day is a little colder than the last. Mustard-colored shorts over leggings, high-cut Doc Martens. She’s looking at the books on display through the window, hand pressed lightly on the glass.

Theo looks up just long enough to confirm that it is her, their favorite customer, before he disinterestedly returns his gaze to his book. “She isn’t my girlfriend.”

Working in the most reliable, well-known bookstore in a university town means a lot of university students come and go regularly, whether it’s for books needed for class or idle reading. There are a lot of familiar faces, but hers is arguably the most recognizable, considering she’s there twice every week.

Like on clockwork.

Arthur, Theo’s only other co-worker, has just finished shelving the new stock of books by the register when she finally decides to enter. The little bell hanging by the door rings as she does. Theo doesn’t even bother. Arthur makes up for it with his enthusiasm. “Welcome to Dragon’s Hoard Bookstore—oh, it’s you, little bird!” He walks up to her and they do a little high five.

She smiles; it crinkles the corner of her eyes ever so gently. “Hey, Arthur! Nice to see you.”

“How’s your class with The Professor Everyone Hates?”

“Oh, please, don’t get me started,” she sighs. “Considered shifting to lit yet? I could use the company.”

Arthur smiles conspiratorially. “Only for you, luv.”

Theo flips a page on his book. Ah, of course Arthur’s become friends with her. Arthur hits up anything that vaguely resembles the shape of a woman—a couch, a shelf, name it. He’s not really interested in his co-worker’s woman-hunting pursuits.

Arthur, however, seems to be a little more up to it. Theo doesn’t quite know if it’s because he’s interested in the girl he keeps insisting is Theo’s girlfriend, or just because both of them are friends. That makes her a bigger weirdo. Who wants to be friends with Arthur? “So, how can we help you today?”

“I actually came in to pick up my book! I got the message that it’s in—and I need it for class. I ordered it last week.”

Theo feels the stare directed at him all the way across the store—not that it’s that large to begin with. He doesn’t need to look up to know that Arthur is throwing him that glance he has become so familiar with—but he raises his head anyway just to glare back at him, a silent Please don’t.

But when did Arthur ever listen to him anyway? “If it’s a special order then it should be at the register,” the playboy sing-songs, ignoring the death stare he’d received. “How about go over and ask Theo, hmm?”

A tick of a vein on his forehead. Don’t get him wrong—working retail in a small quiet town isn’t anywhere as bad as, say, being employed in a big fancy spot downtown, but when Arthur is regularly like this to him… it’s rather easy to work up a temper. Calm down, Theo says to himself, as he puts his feet down from the chair to sit a little more appropriately for work. The girl takes a pause—gauging, measuring, making sure?—before answering with a half-hesitant, but still lively “Thanks Arthur!”.

The store is just small enough that in five steps, she is in front of him.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He steels his face to a practiced, charming customer-service smile that makes Arthur snicker from across the store. One day Theo’s definitely going to get that idiot fired, or mangled, and no one will know it was him. “A special order? I need an ID for that.”

“Yeah, sure!” she pulls out a student ID from her pocket, places it on the counter, and wrings her hands like she’s nervous. Why, though. It’s just a book. Theo takes the ID, looks at her name, gives it back to her, and coolly looks through the stacks of books underneath the desk.

Theo doesn’t know where she gets this curiosity and her fidgety hands, but by the time he’s pulled out her book—a book of literary criticism on 20th century poets (that just makes sense, doesn’t it. a literature major in the bookstore, he thinks to himself)—she’s already flipping through the book he was just reading, chewing on her lower lip. She near-jolts when she realizes her book is already on the counter, lost in between the pages of his book.

Ah, the thought pings in Theo’s mind. Arthur’s a trying-hard literature major. That’s probably where they’ve met.

“Any particular poet you’re interested in?” he asks once he’s gone up, dusting the book off gently with his hands. He doesn’t really like small talk, but it’s bookshop etiquette at this point.

“Cummings, maybe?” she answers, and it makes Arthur stifle a laugh from the other end of the store; it’s audible to everyone no matter how hard he tries.

“A world of made is not a world of born,” Theo recites, to which she beams.

“Yes, pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones,” she finishes. She looks entirely too visibly pleased by their exchange: Theo isn’t too thrilled about it. “I suppose you’ll find it cheesy that I like his love poems.”

“They’re great, hard to not like,” he says, following up with another poem: “kisses are a better fate than wisdom, lady i swear by all flowers.”

“You are whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you,” she offers, as well. Grinning awkwardly as she puts Theo’s book back on the counter—a Camus, not really her jam—she says, “I really didn’t take you to be a poetry kind of guy.”

“Not only literature majors read poetry,” Theo answers.

She flushes and pouts a little, making Theo chuckle under his breath. “Well, I don’t really know what major you’re taking,” she says, recomposing herself. Theo has an inkling why she’s so nervous now, but he’s not really interested in it. “No way to find out.”

Theo shakes his head and pushes the order-claims log and a pen in her direction. “How about give it a guess.”

She presses the cap of the pen to just below her pink lip and thinks. “Hmm… political science?”

“Wrong.” Theo slips her book into a paper bag with the bookstore’s logo stamped on it.

She pouts, but a little less seriously than earlier. She signs the log and pushes it back to him. “Aww, dammit. You looked like a crook, too.”

It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, Theo busy sorting the files into their proper boxes. “What?”

“I’m kidding!” she says with a grin. She doesn’t move to take her book, just rests her elbows on the counter and her chin on her palms. She’s here every week at this hour, she knows when business is slow; she can go and pester the employees, sure. And with Arthur enabling her, there is no escape for Theo. He’s really going to strangle Four-Eyes soon. “History?”

Theo doesn’t want to indulge her, but he’s a good employee. “What stereotypes are you going on, here?”

“Well, literature isn’t really a favored field as it is, and you’re reading Camus, so…” she trails off. “Figured poetry was just your little nerd thing, and you’re some serious dude elsewhere.”

He’s not usually the confrontational type, in fact, he’d rather get this conversation over with, but somehow he can’t stop. He’ll never hear the end of this from Arthur later. “A nerd, says the one who is always at the bookstore, peering over the window looking at books. Can almost see your tail wagging excitedly like a little hondje.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I don’t know what that last word means but it sounds like an insult.”

Theo shrugs, trying to freeze the smirk out of his face. “Guess you’ll never know.”

At that exact moment, a trio of what looked like exhausted seniors enters the store, the bell at the doorway announcing their entrance. Theo half-heartedly calls out a Welcome to Dragon’s Hoard! because Arthur is in the back room.

“Times up for me,” their—no, Arthur’s—favorite customer finally says in defeat, after what seems like ten years. She picks up her book from the counter. “One day I’ll figure out your major and find an even worse insult to tell you, Theo,” she teases, grinning as she turns away.

“Try,” Theo only drily answers, to which she puts out her tongue, and finally leaves the bookshop with a spring in her step.

Like any regular devil, Arthur’s timing is impeccable, as right at this moment he emerges from where he’s sorting books some shelves away, swinging by the register with a grin. He turns to check that their other customers are far from earshot, but then it’s his turn to torment Theo. Of course. Theo doesn’t get paid enough for this.

“Aww, didn’t want to get caught flirting with an employee. What a sweetheart.”

“What the hell are you talking about,” Theo asks. “If that was flirting then she wasn’t trying at all. Had no effect on me whatsoever.”

Arthur pulls a face of mock disbelief. “Sure, sure. She was making such a cute face, too. But if ever you change your mind, she left her number in the order log, so you might want to—"

“Leave me alone, Arthur,” Theo sighs, and Arthur laughs like he’s won.

--

Was that worth it? Was that actually worth it? Holy shit.

She walks two blocks away from the bookshop before turning into a random street corner to breathe. She presses the paper bag against her chest, feeling her heart trying to keep up with the demand for blood, mostly to her face. No, it wasn’t, her brain almost answers for her, but did she actually expect anything else? He’s mighty fine—easily one of the more tolerable face in this drab university town, and with a stare like that that could easily throw people off, push admirers away… he couldn’t, in this lifetime, have been someone who would go down without a fight.

And what a fight it was, if she could call that one! She didn’t expect him to answer back, much less tolerate that much conversation from her, and yet! Her head was spinning so fast, trying to process the information.

“What the hell man, relax,” she says to herself, leaning against the brick wall behind her with a thump. Why the hell did you do that? What the hell is wrong with you? Oh my god.

Even with her heart pounding angrily inside her chest, so loudly she can barely hear anything, she doesn’t find the strength, the will, or the desire to get the grin out of her face. Oh, boy, was that worth it. Kind of fun, really.

She wouldn’t call herself a heartbreaker in any way—she’s close to Arthur, being in the same club and such, but she is no way near his level. All she really wants is to be done with this and get out of this goddamn town that’s been keeping her hostage for years. But god, why did she had to have slipped and told Arthur she thinks his co-worker is kind of hot?

Arthur knowing about her crush and Arthur knowing about her little penchant for doing things she’s either been told not to do or told she would not be able to do—really was her undoing. One little you know, Theo’s the last person you want to befriend if you want a hint of romance; he probably won’t even spare you five seconds, and they both know from that very moment that she would go for the kill.

She does.

She does and it is glorious.

She could feel Arthur grinning at her from across the bookstore the entire time.

It’s taken her weeks to gather the courage, but—who knew it would be this thrilling? It wasn’t like she was looking for a relationship, she just “wants to join in on the fun,” as Arthur likes to say. Oh, is this why the man’s so addicted to doing this? It sure is adrenalizing. Kind of fun.

When her breathing is a little more stable and her legs a little steadier, she resumes her walk to her favorite café with a little spring on her step. She hasn’t felt this determined to get on with reading in a long time.

“Welcome!” the familiar baristas call out when she arrives, and she waves at them as she piles her stuff on her typical spot. When she approaches the counter, the barista with sunflower-yellow hair and a smile like summer recognizes her, beaming. “Hey! The usual?”

She smiles back. “Yep, thank you!”

Ah, why does this feel so good?

--

“Are you opening shop tomorrow, or am I?”

Arthur is sweeping off the dust by the register and Theo is closing down the windows—it’s 5:00 in the afternoon and the shop closes early on weekends. It’s phrased as a question, but Theo’s voice is resolute: Arthur is opening the shop tomorrow.

It’s the least he can do for all the chaos with bringing that girl from the literary club.

Arthur isn’t even a literature major. Yet. This is ridiculous.

“I will, I will,” Arthur pledges, shaking off the dust into the bin. “I really don’t understand though, when you’ll still be here 10 minutes earlier than I will be,”

Theo doesn’t even blink. “It’s called being on time, Arthur.”

“No timecards in this bookstore, are there?” Arthur answers, but he’ll still be here right on time tomorrow anyway. Not early, just on time. Just like most of him, Theo supposes—isn’t that why he’s on a gap year in the middle of his medical degree? Dabbling in electives in the literature department of all things. Arthur seems to catch onto this train of thought and adds—“Pardon good sir, but you, too are only taking one class this semester.”

And that’s true—Theo only has one class, on Saturday mornings, when his day off is scheduled. He could have taken his thesis course already this semester, but… “I have other priorities right now,” he says, just as he always does, and then quips, for good measure, “but you are just loitering. Don’t make comparisons.”

Arthur laughs at that only because he’s so used to Theo already, saying, “Oh, you wound me.” He puts away the broom to its compartment at the back and goes to the door to leave. Not before he looks back at the register where Theo has just finished packing his bag. “If you need the miss’ number—”

“Go home, Arthur.”

—which is answered by boisterous laughter, the chimes at the doorway ringing.

--

Late that night, hair still damp from the shower, she suddenly remembers to look up the word that’s been stuck in the inside of her head all afternoon, disrupting her thought processes, letting her lose her train of thought. Hell, she doesn’t even know how to spell it—she has to wrangle with letters being added and removed to get the translator to recognize the language.

Hawje.

Hanje.

Howche.

Honje.

Hondje, the app finally offers, pinging with recognition as it shows her the translation.

She takes a moment to stare at the screen, taking it in.

“What?”

She presses the flip button. English turning to Dutch. Same results. Presses it again, Dutch to English. Same results. She looks up, stares at the blank wall, remembers what he told her.

“…Can almost see your tail wagging excitedly like a little hondje.”

Her mouth falls open in offense, eyes darting back to her phone.

“DID HE CALL ME A DOG?”

Ah, the beginnings of a twisted, cruel love.

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Chapter 2

1. Oof

I’m sure, even after being told about this ‘relative’, Sangwoo kept it cool and didn’t tip off anything to the police, acting like “OH RIGHT MY RELATIVE THAT I HAVEN’T SEEN IN A FKKN DECADE”. It comes to show that he is incredibly calculating and intelligent, able to keep a facade on to an artform. This was probably something he has been able to do ever since he was a child, as we’ll later witness in his flashbacks.

Later Sangwoo says “you might as well have said you were my brother”, which is meaningful because Sangwoo doesn’t have one. So every relative Sangwoo knows is just as nonexistent as his nonexistent sibling.

2. I find this important to note

Bum obviously is prone to putting people on pedestals, only seeing them through the rose tinted glass he wants to see them in.

3. Why this though?

I find it very interesting that, because he doesn’t want to die, what he yells out is “I FELL IN LOVE!”  Why this? I’m sure he’s also used this an excuse for the others he has stalked (I wonder if Sangwoo ever realized that Bum also stalked women and how he felt about that), but it most likely never worked with them. 

Bum was just spouting whatever came to mind, so the fact that the word ‘love’ is what jumped out of him says a lot of how much it has been consuming his every being, even in the face of death.

4. s;jgio;sejro;gisejro;igerj wtf sangwoo

...I...well. I mean, it’s a great parallel, I think. Bum’s desperation for love making him yell that as his last words, while Sangwoo’s desperation for that same love making him stop in his tracks and even...fucking pet Bum???  I dunno, lonely or not, that wouldn’t be the first response of a completely not-gay-straight-as-an-arrow man. But obviously, Bum is a cutie pie and can appear feminine, which is why Sangwoo didn’t automatically kill him. If Bum looked like a ‘man’, then there would seriously be no saving Bum. 

And I’m sure Koogi meant to emphasize Bum’s feminine attractiveness in that petting panel, maybe as a way to show what Sangwoo was seeing. I love how it’s purely white and blank behind Bum, as Bum is all Sangwoo is seeing. The fact that it’s white rather than black can suggest that Bum could be a new beginning, something pure and untainted.

I do kinda wonder if Koogi had Sangwoo as straight as a way to mitigate the stigma against homosexuality???  As a way for her to say “just because the story is between two men doesn’t mean this is supposed to be representative of homosexuality itself”.

5. Wow, the whiplash of mood and quick thinking

Boy didn’t even fkkn hesitate to destroy Bum’s legs, goddamn. 

However, this does show that Sangwoo is very aware and his mental faculties are intact, even during times like these. You think he’d be fkkn furious and lose it, beating Bum to death automatically before Bum could even say anything. But Sangwoo doesn’t. The moment Bum says “love”, he stopped. He wasn’t in a haze of fury...maybe excitement (especially with that goddamn terrifying smile as Bum runs up the stairs), but even that was controlled. 

In away, Sangwoo just seems...tired. He’s moving only because he knows he has to. 

Also, the moment he says “not with your legs the way they are”, Sangwoo sees Bum the same way he has seen the women who’ve also been in the basement. The CEO daughter girl also had broken legs, so obviously the first thing he does is ruin their legs so they don’t run away...which...yeah, smart. I actually haven’t seen that even with Criminal Mind. xD

So that does show that Sangwoo seems really set in keeping his prey with him. Not to ‘chain’ them or anything, but to keep them from leaving him. 

6. Double homicide

Ooooh 3 years ago?? Okay this is interesting...conscription age is 18 (or 17 since Koreans add that one year). I’m confused because, technically, Bum should’ve met Sangwoo first in the military, then in his college days. So did Sangwoo go to military later at age 20?  Could be since his mom is...yeah. And his dad...sure. 

Also, Bum and Sangwoo are four years apart. So say that Sangwoo went to college first, so Bum met Sangwoo when he was 22...then while Sangwoo was 20 and Bum was 24, they went into the military later. Since Sangwoo is 24 now (or 25 in Korean age jfc), that means he was 21 when his parents were killed. 

Sangwoo also seemed to have needed to be discharged early, most likely because of his sick mom, which would explain also why he was in no position to befriend Bum. 

Anyways, so that means Bum knew Sangwoo and was in love with him for about 6 years.

7. Wow

No wonder Sungbae is like this. He sees the eyes of every person he chased in Sungwoo’s dead-eyed stare. But he’s actually wrong about this, lol. Sungwoo’s mom is the culprit, technically, even though she was also a vicitm.

8. UHHHHHHH

HEY, SANGWOO, HEY, WHY IS BUM FKKN NAKED TO HIS UNDERWEAR WHAT THE HELL. WHY DID YOU UNDRESS HIM SANGWOO. HEY.  

Oh my god, wait, was that really Bum’s underwear or did Sangwoo put that on him??

Also, wow, Bum’s hips. He seriously has a feminine body. Like...pear body shape lol. 

Also, seriously, Sangwoo is treating Bum right off the bat like the other women. Rather than completely heterosexual, Sangwoo is more demisexual. And rather than femininity, he more prefers ‘weaker’ bodies, so that he doesn’t feel threatened by them. That is automatic towards females. 

9. Hmmmmn....

Ah, for this to be the first thing you fucking wake up to, jesus christ. xD

I wonder though, why did Sangwoo cut her hair short? There’s probably multiple reasons for it...but one theory I would find interesting is that it’s because he met Bum. 

Maybe he wanted to see how she looked like with a male haircut, how it would look like and compare how it felt like to see a pretty girl beside a pretty boy. He compared the two physically and made his decision that Bum was worth more than her.

I really do find it interesting that Sangwoo truly chose Bum over her, despite her being voluptuous and beautiful and actually a woman, which...you know...important for het men right. 

But Sangwoo chose Bum because even though Sangwoo went straight to beating him with a goddamn bat, Bum yelled “I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU”.

If the choice was between what’s between the person’s legs vs the person themselves, Sangwoo will choose the person.

10. Interesting insight

Into why Sangwoo killed her and his thought process.  Again, interesting, the fact that he kept emphasizing how stupid she was. 

Her screaming for help and stuff is a very natural reaction and no one should ever blame her for that. But, for Sangwoo, it was ridiculous because she should’ve known that would piss him off more rather than make him feel guilty. 

Part of it is how he learned to survive growing up--by reading his parents’ moods and figuring out how to respond. And on a smaller scale, how to respond to other people so that they see nothing but a charming, handsome man. The fact that she can’t even do 1/100th of that is fucking infuriating...and on a personal level, I can understand that frustration.

The other part is that her begging for mercy is obviously NOT what he wants. He wants someone like Bum, who’ll respond to him with loyalty and desire. Who won’t be afraid of him and will still stay to ease his loneliness. 

11. Uh

What kind of half-baked excuse was this, bro. You spared him only because of what he yelled out to you and you just don’t want to admit it to yourself...or maybe just don’t want to say it to Bum, so that you can control him better.

12. Women have hair too, asshole

Sangwoo really does try to feminize Bum throughout the whole story. So obviously, yes, his instinct is more hetero. If Bum were burly like a guy rather than delicate like a girl, there would be no saving him. Sangwoo has his preferences. And Bum fits the most important aspect--and that most important part isn’t Bum’s genitalia.

I also do think it has to do with social construct. Sangwoo most likely grew up internalizing misogynistic and homophobic belief systems, whether or not those are what he truly agreed with.

13. The first time Sungwoo snaps

Notable to mention that it’s because he sees Bum trembling in fear of him. Sangwoo doesn’t like being reminded of the monster he is. He doesn’t take pleasure in it. But because he knows that he’s unforgivable and can’t go back, he just makes the situation worse by further slipping into the skin of a monster.

Honestly, this might be more indicative towards what he witnessed with his father. He’s emulating his father’s qualities because he knows that he’s no better than him, and can’t handle that fact. He’s also locking up his women THE SAME WAY HIS FATHER DID TO HIS MOM. 

But, honestly, I think it’s because his mom is just as bad as his dad, that’s why he’s doing the same things as his dad.

14. You beat the girl

This is indicative of the fact that Sangwoo would be willing to be with Bum despite being a guy. And also suggests that, again, he really was comparing them and decides that Bum, with all his ‘loser’ like qualities, is still worthier than her. Heterosexual first, but demisexual overall.

And again, I think he’s doing the same things he has seen his father has done, pouring the food over Bum’s face like that.

15. First reward

Ah, here comes the training. 

Also, I can see how differently Bum responds compared to every single person he’s seen, including his mom. They all will feel humiliated and resentful, hateful towards Sangwoo, seeing him as a monster, or being completely defeated. But Bum, instead, responds exactly the opposite. This is exactly why I think Sangwoo decides to kiss Bum. 

Because, despite Sangwoo calling him a retard, that is exactly what Sangwoo wanted to see (but at the same time, not...Sangwoo doesn’t want someone as messed up as Bum, but he knows that only someone as messed up as Bum can be with him, and more than anything, he doesn’t want to be lonely). 

If Bum reacted with fear rather than desire, Sangwoo would’ve never kissed Bum.

This is also a huge catch-22 that will end up blowing up on both of them. Bum reacting like this will make Sangwoo feel better about his actions and like he was able to find the person who’ll be able to accept him for who he is. But in the long term, it will reinforce this behavior and truly make him into his father. It will also keep him from truly dealing with his past. 

16. Oh goddamn

Great insight into Bum’s mentality.  It’s amazing, also, that he sees this as a sign of ‘dating’.

What I find telling is that Bum is thinking this DESPITE SEEING PROOF OF HIM BEING A MURDERER. I do get that it could be from his dissociation from real life, so he doesn’t quite understand what is going on. But at the same time, really, if Sangwoo treated Bum better, then Bum would’ve been absolutely fine with him being a serial killer and even join him. I honestly do believe Bum is more of a natural-born murderer than Sangwoo (though Sangwoo is probably more of a natural asshole lol).

17. Why are you also mentioning the word date!?!?

And I’m not sure if Sangwoo senses that those are Bum’s thoughts, but he also is thinking about dating in this context??

I can see how Sangwoo could’ve ‘read’ his prey and responded in a way that would’ve messed with their heads, but at the same time, it could be that Sangwoo is looking at this situation in just as much a twisted way as Bum is. But rather than Bum’s “I’m disgusting, yet he’s kissing me” mentality, he’s more likely thinking “Kissing him isn’t disgusting, so he passes round 3″ (round 1 is the first time with the bat, round 2 is the one where he kills the girl instead of Bum).

The thing is, since Sangwoo didn’t find Bum’s kisses disgusting, it reinforces his desperation to keep Bum with him. If he didn’t like kissing Bum, then I truly believe Bum would’ve died right here and now.

Also, interesting: “You’ll be the only one that ends up hurt, you know?”  So, obviously, Bum having one working leg increases his chances of escape. So this is Sangwoo’s way of saying ‘if you escape, then I’ll make sure to hurt/kill you because of that’.

18. Here comes the sledgehammer

This is an interesting parallel. Looking back at chapter 1, it also seems like only one of the girl’s legs are broken, like how Bum’s leg was after falling down the steps. 

So to keep the girl from escaping, Sangwoo just most likely tied her up. It’s not full-proof and it limits her movements, but Sangwoo probably doesn’t give a shit because with how she’s acting, she wasn’t going to live much longer. 

But for Bum...with Bum, he’s planning to let him live much longer. He doesn’t want to restrict Bum’s movements because that makes him less appealing. Instead, Sangwoo takes it personally--takes it upon himself--to actually break Bum’s legs. This is a much more permanent fixture, reflecting how he’s planning to keep Bum with him for a much longer time. 

Also, now that I’m looking at this, I think Sangwoo doesn’t actually rape his victims. Yeah, he has molested the girl’s dead body, but I think that’s more of a curiosity towards a dead body than actual sexual interest. It’s natural after seeing his mom’s corpse in front of him and all that...screwed up as fuck jazz lol. 

I think he has sex with them in the beginning and that’s probably when he snaps because...his mom raped him, so. After that, he tortures them according to their reaction to him. But he probably doesn’t actually touch them more than that. In the case of hypersexuality, Bum fits this much more than Sangwoo does at this point. Sangwoo seems to just use it as a weapon, while Bum does it because he wants to be fucked. 

This makes sense because it seems like Sangwoo was raped once by his mom and probably molested the other times, while Bum was frequently raped.

Furthermore, Bum--as we’ll later see--is most likely the only one he truly does rape. 

[hobicomeholla29]

Chronicle of a heartbreak Foretold - P1

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/ Lovers to Enemies

Word Count:1.9k

Warnings: Cheating/ Heartbreak/ Distrust/ Lying/ Manipulating/ Cursing

Rating: PG

A/N: Unedited. This is part of the October project for Castle Bangtan. Which was take a popular trope and reverse it. Hope you enjoy! 

Summary: Park Jimin was what you had always wanted in a man and maybe also what you didn’t want.

Masterlist

Intro

December 15th

Oh December 15, you are one hell of a memory.

Who could forget the first time Jimin had tried ‘befriending’ Taehyung?

You had barely told your best friend about the new guy in your department who had quickly turned into your boyfriend.  Gushed about him until he couldn't take it any longer.

Every waking second where Taehyung would give you an opening, you would take the chance to talk about Jimin.

“I get it… you feel like this dude is it for you.”

“He-“

“He’s not. He’ll hurt you and you know it deep down.”

And just like you took every chance to speak about him. Taehyung took every chance to shoot you down on the spot.

Now, the memories of that day had nothing to do with you and more to do with Jimin giving him another reason to despise him.

According to Taehyung’s angry phone call that day, Jimin was acting a fool.

They ran into each other at work. Now you think maybe working with your best friend and your boyfriend wasn’t the best idea. But what was done was done.

"Ay, what's up?" Just the opening of that conversation was catastrophic. It was meant to be such a disaster that people around them who had no clue about what was going on, knew that the outcome would be negative.

Taehyung nursed a hot beverage, using all of his self-restraint to avoid pouring it over the young man in front of him.

"Hey" his face remained stoic during his answer.

"I'm Y/n's boyfriend. Jimin."

"I know" no change whatsoever.

"And you're her best friend, right? Taehyung?"

"Yes."

 What was the need? What was the reason? Taehyung couldn’t quite figure it out. But there had to be a hidden agenda behind why this man -who he was sure knew he despised him- was trying to initiate a conversation with him.

 "So, I was wondering..."

 About what? He wondered. There was nothing he could ask from a stranger. Because that is what they were until then.

 "Do you think there's a possibility that I could borrow like 2k from you? I had this thing come up and really need the mo-"

The scoff and amused smile that followed, effectively cut Jimins's sentence off.

 "You must be kidding."

"I'm not..." He had the audacity to say that with a 'genuine' smile.

 "Listen here dude. I don't like you and even if I did like you, I don't know you and even if I knew you, I wouldn’t give you 2k just cause you asked."

 What pissed Taehyung off the most, was that fact that you had mentioned to him that Jimin was going on a trip to Busan in a week to visit his best friend Hoseok and they had a whole lot of activities planned. So how come if he had an emergency, he couldn’t cancel his trip and use the money for that.

Yet who was Taehyung to confront Jimin about an issue that had nothing to do with him.

 The phone call that you received that night was hurtful, a bit annoying and a tad uncomfortable.

Taehyung told you about the entire thing. Brought up the trip to Busan. Told you to end things with Jimin. That he was using you for who knows what reason. That someone who lies to their girlfriend about something so small is only hiding something worse.

 “I’m not going to stay around forever to protect you!”

“I didn’t ask for your protection or anyone’s, Taehyung!”

“Well you evidently need it ‘cause no sense is entering that thick skull of yours! Your boyfriend is using you! Bye!”

 The warnings -to you- we're unnecessary and uncalled for. But he was only looking out for you, right?

January 1st

 Some days, you just forgot about all the bad that surrounded your relationship. All the ominous air that exuded from the ground, the walls, the people, and anyone who sentenced your love to death.

You contrasted all of it with a bubble. A bubble that couldn’t be destroyed from the outside, a bubble that contained only Jimin and yourself. Keeping you both safe from the toxicity in the air.

 "Happy 4-month anniversary babe!"

"Happy anniversary Jimin!"

 You were so excited about today. Jimin had promised a day full of fun and laughter. Both of you relaxing from a stressful week at work and enjoying your 4-month anniversary.

 It all began with him picking you up —well technically going to your apartment and having you drive to the place— but that wasn't important.

You opened the door to your apartment with excitement, bouncing on your tippy toes in expectance of your loving boyfriend.

The view in front of you didn't disappoint. His blue-gray hair swept to the side, white buttoned-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black slim fit slacks with a pair of loafers. His eyes crinkled as a reaction to his wide smile, his cute little teeth showing up to greet you.

In his hands, a turquoise box presented itself with a red bow around it. You didn’t expect for him to buy you anything for a 4-month celebration.

 "Aww, baby you didn't have to. What is it?"

"Open it and you’ll see."

 You both took a step inside the apartment and took a seat on the couch, setting the box on the coffee table, ready to investigate the contents of the box. Your hands shook with excitement, a reflection of the speed of your heartbeats.

Slowly undoing the bow, careful not to rip it and removing the cover for the box, you were left speechless, when did he even get the time or money to buy you this.

The gasp heard throughout the room, was a clear indication of the feelings roaming your body.

 "You did not!" Your eyes were saucers as they stared at him.

"But I did!" He smiled widely.

"No frikin way!"

"Yes, way!"

"How did you get LawBreakers Collector's edition. I thought it was sold out?"

"Not for my baby, she gets what she wants."

"You are the best!" You said, hugging him around the neck so abruptly that, you ended up knocking both of you off the couch.

“That I am!” He said in between giggles as he stroked your cheek lovingly.

 Needless to say, the rest of your day got even better as Jimin took you to a nice restaurant for dinner, later guiding you to a park for a late night walk as you both spoke about everything and nothing and back to the apartment to play with your new game for a while until he finally had to go.

  January 20th

 As per Jimin's text the day prior, he wanted some help arranging his apartment. He said something about getting rid of old stuff he no longer needed and open space for newer things, so as the dutiful and helpful girlfriend you are, you complied.

 You arrived as early as possible, meaning 10am since Jimin —and your self— slept a lot.

You began at the bedrooms and expected to finish in the living room.

You were currently cleaning the spare bedroom, trying to not meddle too much into his personal things, limiting yourself to only touch and move stuff that were necessary for cleaning purposes and as soon as you were done, you set them back into their place.

In the process, you accidently stumbled into a box, knocking out its content.

You didn’t bother checking any of it and shoved it all back in with your hands.

 "Jiminie, where do you want this box?" You yelled from the room.

"Which one?" his head popped through the door as he asked.

You shook the box slightly, showing him the one you were speaking of.

 "I don't even know what's in there"

He sat on the floor beside you to inspect the contents of the box in question. finding a ton of old puzzles and... some letters.

You picked up one that he set on the side, investigating further, and noticing that they seemed to be addressed to him.

"Who's Naeun?" You asked.

"She's my ex, the one who helped me rent out this place, remember."

You did recall him mentioning her once or twice, but not enough to think about her much. Maybe you should have paid more attention.

"And you… keep the letters she gave you?" You knew how it sounded —like you were insecure— but it didn’t matter, you needed to hear his reasons, for your peace of mind.

 "Not 'cause I wanted to, I probably forgot about them, since I moved here when we were still together. Just get rid of them."

"Ok..." The inner peace never came, but you pushed down the feeling and did as requested.

 You walked with a small pile of at least 20 letters in hand, ready to dispose of them in the kitchen’s trash. Yet you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t throw the out. Why not?! They weren’t written for you or by you. But they felt heavy in your hands. And without a second though you hid them in the backpack you had brought with you, quickly returning to cleaning.

 3 hours went by of cleaning and re-arranging stuff. Your letter misappropriation, already forgotten. You decided on ordering some sushi and sat on the living room’s floor enjoying this long-awaited break.

 "So..." You began hesitantly.

"What? What are you thinking?" he eyed you expectantly.

"What was she like?" you blurted out.

"Who?" He asked, half a roll in his mouth.

"Naeun… what was she like?"

"Oh, she was nice…  at the beginning of our relationship. She was caring and loving. We had a lot of fun together, and she was very giving. We met back in Busan and we lived together for a while, but… then she started to change… and she started coming home less and less, until one day she came home… smelling like perfume… another man’s perfume for that matter and on the following day they showed up together, just to tell me that she had to leave and could no longer be with me..."

 "No…"

It broke your heart; how could someone be so selfish. She could have at least broken up with him first and why bring the dude to his place or …well their place. Suddenly you remembered the letters and felt bad. Maybe those letters were her apologizing to him or maybe being cruel and giving him goodbyes. You were prying, you knew that, but you couldn’t fix it now. You would wait until you were home and get rid of them like you should have from the very beginning.

 "Yeah, she took some of my stuff as well when she left."

"That's so unfair, you should have fought for your things babe." how could she?

"At the time I didn't feel like I wanted things that could later remind me of her. But I guess I should have fought for them... at least the important ones."

“What kind of things did she take? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all. We used to have 2 gaming consoles; she took one. Also took away a couple of my shirts. Some Jewelry; nothing expensive. And games.”

You nodded in understanding, letting a silence fall over both of you after his last sentence.

The remaining rolls were swiftly consumed right after and in the blink of an eye, you were back to cleaning.

[tommybaholland]

Burn With Me (Todoroki x OC)

Chapter 0 (Prologue) — Chizu Ryuzaki: Origin 

Pairing || Shoto Todoroki x fem!OC 

Summary || it’s the first day at UA and chizu hopes to make many new friends. however, not everyone seems to be as eager as she..

WC || 6.6K

warning: this series will involve mature themes such as mild language, mentions of abuse/trauma, anxiety/panic attacks and violence. also this is NOT a spoiler free zone...read at your own risk!

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UA High School.

One of Japan’s national high schools with a renowned hero course that produced some of today’s top heroes, like All Might and Endeavor. Anyone who aspires to be a great hero, one of the very best, aims to attend UA. 

Chizu was no different. But it was surreal to be standing at the entrance of that oh so familiar ‘U’ shaped building, ready to begin her first day of training to become a hero. 

Of course, it wasn’t easy. The last few years of her life in general haven’t been the greatest. But it was only more motivation for her to work hard to achieve her goal. Her mother, who was known as the Dark Magic Hero: Mysteria, had always supported her and had faith in her, even during her lowest moments with training her quirk. Now Chizu could only hope that her father would do the same, despite that she hadn’t been the most promising aspiring hero in training. 

“Do you know what high schools you want to apply to?”

“I….wanna do a hero course...and I think UA is the best choice.”

“Chizu...we talked about this—”

“I’m never going to get any better if I don’t go to UA!”

“Chizu, why would you want to go to UA when you’ve chased out every trainer I’ve hired? You clearly aren’t that serious about it. I think you should expand your options beyond becoming a hero,” her father replied bluntly. 

She didn’t know how to respond, too focused on trying to choke back the feeling of crying. It frustrated her that she felt this way, having had this conversation too many times before. 

“Why do you want to be a hero, Chizu? What’re you gaining from being a hero?”

Chizu couldn’t look at him, her voice quiet in an attempt to have the words come out more smoothly. 

“I-I just...wanna be like her. She overcame a lot to get where she was!”

“And you saw how that turned out for her. What makes you think you can avoid that kind of fate?” 

“I mean, I think it’s possible—”

“Do you WANT to disappear and never be seen AGAIN CHIZU?”

Her lip started to tremble as she winced at his stern voice. Her voice was small, trying to be heard. 

“Of course not but…”

“Then I need you to think logically about this and decide what you want to do. Don’t get upset about it.”

“I have,” Chizu reinforced, gritting her teeth. “And if being her isn’t enough for you, then I’ll be better than her!”

 “Well,” her father only began to laugh. “You better get serious then, because I am not going to pay all that tuition for you to get kicked out like you did in middle school.”

She seethed at his words, knowing they were true but that he didn’t have to say it out loud. Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep breath...

“You’ll see! I’ll train every day and work hard to pass the entrance exams,” she promised. 

“You better get a special recommendation if you wanna get in, then.”

“No, I want to work hard and earn the right to be there—”

“Hey, I’m letting you do what you want but you’re gonna do it how I tell you to...now go get a letter from your tutor...”

Sure enough, ten grueling months passed and Chizu took the entrance exams for students with special recommendations. Overall, she felt proud of herself for what she was to be able to do with her quirk, given her disadvantaged training circumstances. But getting to the practical exam, she wasn’t sure what she could show off was going to be enough. There were so many people with amazing and powerful quirks which they could control with ease as well as demonstrate a range of different abilities with them. She didn’t know if she could compete to stand out against these other kids her age.

But Chizu kept her promise that she made to her father and did her best. 

Turns out, she was one of four students admitted to UA under special recommendations. She was placed in class 1-A with 20 total students in the class. She was hopeful to see a familiar face from the special entrance exam but she figured the odds would be slim. 

She was currently speed walking down the hall, trying to locate her classroom. It was still early, approximately 15 minutes until homeroom would start. She couldn’t tell if she was just really really anxious or really really excited to start a hero course at her top choice school with 19 other hero hopefuls. She was nervous that she’d have trouble making friends, given that she hadn’t attended real school in about three years, but she wanted to try to make a good impression on her classmates and hoped the rest would follow easily. 

She finally saw a sign that read ‘1-A’ with a rather tall entryway open next to it. She peeked around inside, seeing that almost half the class was there already. She was about to walk further into the classroom to choose her seat when she heard a frantic voice behind her.

“Uh….excuse me?? Is this….. class 1-A?” 

Chizu turned to find a boy, who looked very out of breath, standing behind her. 

“I think so,” she replied while getting a better look at her new classmate. He had messy green hair with green eyes to match, and freckles dotted on his cheeks.

He sighed in relief. “Oh, thanks. I thought I was going to be late—”

“Oh heyyyyy, it’s you!” 

A girl with short brown hair and rosy cheeks appeared in the entryway this time. Chizu thought she seemed very friendly with her bubbly demeanor.

“OH! Hello, it’s….you,” the green haired boy replied. “Also, I just wanted to say thanks for offering to give me some of your points…”

“Oh, it’s no big deal! You rescued me, after all!” She beamed, leaving Chizu confused as to what they were talking about. She guessed it might’ve been the other entrance exam, which probably  almost everyone in this room could relate to, except for Chizu. But it’s possible she was wrong.

“DEKU WHAT’RE YOU DOING HERE!?!?!?!” 

An angry blond haired kid yelled from his seat over on the far right of the classroom, catching everyone else’s attention. 

“OH HI KaCcHAN!” The green haired kid answered, nervously waving. 

Everyone seemed to know this guy. Also, ‘Deku?’ That’s a strange name. And why was the blond guy yelling? It’s too early in the morning for that. 

Chizu awkwardly stepped away from the situation without another word. She didn’t want to be rude but she felt out of place and she figured she’d learn their names later. 

These were her classmates for the next year, anyway.

She took her exit down the far left row of the classroom, away from the angry blond kid, who was still screaming at that poor green haired boy. It was hard to drown him out, but Chizu tried to focus on finding where to sit. Most of the seats in the front were taken already so she decided to head all the way to the back where there were more empty seats. 

As she got to the back row, she spotted a boy sitting in the second seat from the far right. She recognized the half white, half crimson red hair as one of the other applicants from the special entrance exam. She hesitated on the thought of walking over and talking to him. She remembered him having a rather intense aura about him during the exam and it seemed to encourage an unwanted rivalry between him and another applicant, whose animosity stemmed from some other time that was seemingly beyond Chizu.

But she figured that maybe he was just nervous or was feeling the pressure from getting into UA, just like everyone else there. He was the only person so far that she would maybe have an easier time to befriend.

She let her feet guide her the rest of the way over until she was about an arms length away from his desk. Chizu stepped back a bit as she was met with a stoic, unreadable expression, heterochromatic eyes meeting her with unwavering eye contact. The scar painted over his left eye was mostly covered by the red side of his hair, but only made the teal of his eye even brighter.

“Sorry, um,” she struggled to find her words for a moment. “Is that seat taken?”

She pointed to the seemingly empty desk to his left. He didn’t even look to where she was pointing, simply shifting his gaze back to its original position straight ahead. 

“No,” he replied in a deep, low voice that matched his aloof affect. 

“Okay, thanks,” she grinned before walking to the other side of him to take her seat. 

She placed her bag on the hook on the side of her desk, before the commotion up front caught her attention once again. More students had joined the classroom, with the green haired kid continuing to be the center of everyone’s attention.

“Whoa, you’re the guy that broke both of your legs while taking out one of those zero pointers with one hit! That was so manly!” remarked another boy with spiky, vibrant red hair. 

“Yeah, haha, that was me,” the green hair replied nervously. 

“BIG DEAL I GOT MORE COMBAT POINTS THAN THAT DAMN NERD!” the angry blond spoke up. Everyone ignored him except for a tall kid with glasses who only scolded him. 

“You there! Get your feet off the desk!” 

“HUH?” 

“It’s only the first day and you’re disrespecting the property of this fine establishment,” he continued while chopping the air with his hand. “We should all be model students as the future heroes produced from the country’s finest hero course!”

“You’re kidding me, right? And WHO ARE YOU, YOU DAMN EXTRA!?”

“I’m Tenya Iida and YOU should get your feet off the desk!” 

“Name’s Katsuki Bakugo, and I’m already going to be the number one hero, better than All Might, SO GET OUT OF MY WAY!” 

Jeez, if everyone in this class was going to be like that guy, then Chizu had half a mind to just leave now. She turned her attention back to the small crowd forming at the front. It seemed like everyone was just introducing themselves, wanting to be friends with the timid but supposedly ‘manly’ green haired kid. 

“Hey! I’m Eijiro Kirishima!” 

“I’m Hanta Sero.”

“Mina Ashido!”

“I’m Denki Kaminari!”

“I’M...MINETA!” 

Chizu couldn’t keep up with all the names being tossed around and it seems neither could the green haired kid. 

“Hey guys...I’m Izuku Midoriya! It’s great to meet you all!”

So I guess ‘Deku’ must be a nickname? Or quite possibly an insult, given by the way the blond, or Bakugo, had screamed it at him. 

Chizu sunk in her seat a bit, wishing that she could be as affable as this Midoriya kid seemed to be. And it wasn’t like he was trying that hard. But she still had the chance to get to know the peppermint haired boy sitting next to her. She turned to face him, who looked like he was watching the scene in front just like she was.

“I’m Chizu Ryuzaki, by the way.” 

She thought he didn’t hear her when he didn’t respond for a moment and opened her mouth to continue talking. 

“The name’s Shoto Todoroki,” he replied, refusing to look at her as he introduced himself. 

“It’s nice to officially meet you! I saw you at the special entrance exam, and just thought I would say hello,” she explained, hoping she wasn’t coming off as too forward or awkward.

The air was silent between them for a few moments again before his eyes shifted over to her, hooded heterochromia catching her own. 

“You’re wasting your time,” he warned. “I’m not here to make friends.” 

He returns to his assumed position without another word, effectively shutting Chizu out. She couldn’t help but feel like she did something wrong, staring down at her hands on her desk. But at least she knows his name now. 

“Hi!” a voice catches her attention to the desk in front of her, where a pretty girl with dark hair was now seated. She looked slightly familiar. 

“I’m Momo Yaoyorozu,” she introduces herself in a sweet voice. 

Chizu didn’t know if she was talking to her or the cold boy, who she now knew as Todoroki. 

“I’m...Chizu Ryuzaki,” she responded hesitantly. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you! You were great at the entrance exam,” she complimented with a bright smile. 

That’s right, she was there too. Chizu seemed to greatly underestimate the odds that she would end up in the same class with two of the other three special recommendations admitted to UA. Would the fourth one turn up though?

“Oh, thank you! Likewise, it’s great to meet you too!” Chizu replied genuinely. 

“I’m glad the other applicants admitted through special recommendations are in this class, too. When I heard there were only four I didn’t think the odds would be in my favor to meet the others!” She admitted, as if she had read Chizu’s mind. 

“Yeah...kinda crazy, right?” 

The girl smiled again before looking over at the group at the front. “Do you want to go meet the other girls with me?” 

“Okay, sure,” Chizu agreed, finally feeling at ease. 

She went with her new friend, Yaoyorozu, over to meet the other women in the class. They were a minority compared to the number of boys in the class, but to Chizu that just meant a few more future female pro heroes. 

All the girls seemed really nice and cool. Ashido and Uraraka were really sweet and bubbly. Yaoyorozu was also very nice, but extremely intelligent as well. Chizu didn’t remember her much from the exam but she guessed that her quirk had something to do with knowledge. Tsuyu or ‘Tsu’ as she liked to be called, seemed very level-headed and calm and Jiro seemed like she had a cool sense of style or music taste, given that her earlobes extended into headphone jacks. 

Chizu was already in awe of her female classmates and had forgotten about her less than desirable, first impression with Todoroki. 

“I think this year’s going to be great! I’m honored to be in a class with such talented others,” Yaoyorozu declared. 

“Yeah, I think so too! I haven’t met everyone yet, but I’m so excited!” Uraraka beamed. 

“If you’re looking to make friends, you might as well leave now.”

A brooding, unfamiliar voice emerged, coming from outside the classroom. The group closer to the entryway peeked outside, one of them being Midoriya, who screeched at what he saw. 

A man in a yellow sleeping bag suddenly appeared at the entryway. He shed the sleeping bag to reveal the rest of himself. Was this guy...supposed to be their teacher? 

“Welcome to the UA Hero Course.” 

Everyone automatically took their seats as he approached the podium at the front of the classroom. 

“My name is Shota Aizawa, and I’m going to be your homeroom teacher.” 

His long dark hair covered most of his face and if it wasn’t covered by his hair, his large scarf would make up the rest. Chizu was sitting all the way at the back of the classroom but she could tell by his monotonous voice and half-lidded, unamused expression that he wasn’t going to be giving out good marks left and right. 

“Starting today, you are all heroes in training. And instead of going through a normal orientation, I’m going to evaluate all your quirks with an apprehension test,” He explained, handing out packages of clothing, which Chizu recognized as a gym uniform.

“Everyone put these on and meet out in the PE fields.” 

-

Chizu stood with the rest of her classmates out on the fields by the school, all matching in their blue, red, and white uniforms, the top and bottom forming a ‘UA’ design on the front. She chose a spot behind Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida as Mr. Aizawa stood before them, explaining the process of the test. 

“Today you will go through the quirk apprehension test. This test will allow you to show off your abilities so I can gauge your potential as future heroes. Since you weren’t allowed to use your quirks in middle school, your performance should be even better than if you completed this test normally.” 

“Bakugo,” he singles out the blond. “What was your furthest throwing distance in middle school?” 

“Heh. My best was 64 meters,” he replies in a cocky voice. 

Mr. Aizawa holds out a ball to him. “Throw it using your quirk.” 

“Easy enough,” Bakugo snickers, taking the ball from him and stepping into a boundary circle. He winds up his arm a few times to warm up before pulling it back. 

“DIE!” 

He yelled as he launched the ball with a huge explosion coming from the palm of his hand. Everyone watched in awe as the ball soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. Chizu didn’t really like the attitude of this Bakugo guy so far, but she had to admit that his explosion quirk was pretty impressive. 

Mr. Aizawa checked a device which measured Bakugo’s throw. 

“That’s 705.2 meters.”

“Your quirk improves your performance, but that performance can only be maintained by how much control you have of your quirk,” Mr. Aizawa explained as Bakugo retreated back to the group, basking in his classmates’ reactions. 

Everyone began chattering, distracted with being excited over participating in these tests.

“We get to use our quirks?! This is going to be so fun!” Uraraka beamed. 

“Yes, this will be a great opportunity to show what we can do,” Iida commented. 

Chizu mentally agreed with Iida but also was interested to see the others’ quirks. Not to size herself up against anyone, but just because she was genuinely curious. 

“Don’t get excited,” Mr. Aizawa continued, effectively shutting everyone down. “I will be keeping track of each of your scores at each test. At the end, you will be ranked from best to worst. The person who comes in last...will be expelled.” 

The mood of the group shifted drastically, many people gasping in shock. Midoriya let out a screech of terror while Uraraka spoke her mind against Mr. Aizawa’s casual caveat. 

“But that’s not fair!” 

“Life isn’t fair,” Mr. Aizawa retorted, malice in his bloodshot eyes. “And as heroes, it’s your job to combat that unfairness. Now let’s get started.”

Chizu wasn’t especially nervous about her performance, as her training for the entrance exam mostly focused on agility, flexibility, and strength, like her mother would do with her when Chizu would train with her. Most of the tests had something to do with physical fitness, so she was pretty confident. She also had good basic control of her quirk for it to be versatile enough for each test. 

But Chizu was more interested in each of her classmates’ performances. The range of the types of powers in the class was pretty diverse and it was impressive as to how everyone adapted their quirks to the test. But it seemed like there were one or two people who particularly shined in a specific test which was designed for their quirk, like Iida’s engine power, which had the fastest time in the 50-meter dash. 

Although, one person became a spectacle in terms of showing off his power. Midoriya completed every test normally, leaving Chizu and probably others to wonder why. She noticed that he was visibly anxious about taking the test once Mr. Aizawa said someone would be expelled. Maybe he was letting the pressure get to him, and his quirk would hurt his performance more than help. 

But didn’t that spiky red haired kid mention that Midoriya beat a huge obstacle at the entrance exam with one hit? 

Something just doesn’t add up. 

They arrived at the ball throwing station, in which they had to throw a ball as far as they could using their quirks, just like Bakugo had done at the beginning. Uraraka by far had made this her test, her throwing distance maxing out at infinity meters. Maybe one day someone will find that ball...in space. 

Midoriya was up next, still looking very anxious but also pensive about what he should do. Like if he should use his power or not. Meanwhile, Bakugo seemed to be keeping a very close eye on Midoriya and his performance. 

“You don’t really think he has a quirk, do you?” He questioned Iida. 

“What? Of course he does, he has to!” 

Bakugo bared his teeth while watching Midoriya, leaving Chizu to question what kind of past relationship these two had before UA. She turned her attention back to Midoriya, who was getting ready to throw his pitch. His throwing arm began to turn red and glow with yellow all through the muscles in his arm. He began to pull his arm back, building power to throw when Mr. Aizawa stepped in, his scarf and hair suddenly coming alive.

Midoriya’s arm stopped glowing, dropping the ball as he was now caught by Mr. Aizawa’s scarf. Midoriya looked terrified as he looked up to his captor. 

“I erased your quirk,” Mr. Aizawa explained. 

“Y-You’re….Eraser Head?!”

Everyone began murmuring again about the revelation. Chizu had heard of him before, yes. He was a Pro Hero whose quirk could erase quirks, but to be honest she didn’t understand how that would help him fight off villains. He seemed pretty well versed with his scarf, though. 

“I watched you during the entrance exam, Midoriya,” seethed Mr. Aizawa, pulling the trembling kid closer by his scarf. “You severely injure yourself after using your power...what good are you if you’re useless after one hit?! You don’t belong here.” 

What the hell was this kid’s quirk? So far, it sounds powerful but to physically injure yourself to use it? Chizu wouldn’t wish that on anyone. It also wasn’t fair that Mr. Aizawa was putting him on the spot in front of everyone like that. Everyone here was chosen to come to UA for a reason and clearly this guy was no different. But then again, Mr. Aizawa made sure to make his stance on ‘fairness’ very apparent on the first day. 

Everyone else froze with anticipation as Mr. Aizawa continued scolding Midoriya. However, Bakugo seemed to be getting a kick out of watching the scene in front of him, hearing him laugh under his breath. 

“Heh, heh. Dumb Deku.” 

Mr. Aizawa let him go, his hair returning to its original position. He forced Midoriya him back to the boundary circle, leaving the green haired kid dumbstruck at what just happened. 

“I restored your quirk. Go ahead.” 

Midoriya picked up the ball, looking at it for what felt like a while. Chizu couldn’t imagine what was going through his head right now. But surely if he could pass the entrance exam, he could get through this too. 

She and the rest of the class observed with anticipation as he held onto his right wrist with his left hand, as if to stabilize it as he pulled back his arm. His arm wasn’t glowing anymore, but it looked like one of his fingers began to glow. It seemed like he was focusing his power into only his finger as he swung his arm, that finger doing the rest of the work by propelling the ball into the air. Everyone watched as the ball soared, even Bakugo looked shocked.

“He….HAS A QUIRK?!!!?” 

Chizu glanced back at Midoriya as continued to hold onto his wrist, one of his fingers now swollen and colored a gruesome purple. That didn’t look good. 

Mr. Aizawa measured the distance. “705.3 meters.”

Bakugo snapped. “YOU DAMN NERD, I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

The angry blond charged forward, his palms spitting out small explosions. This kid seemed to have more issues with Midoriya than Chizu would’ve guessed. 

Midoriya instantly cowered away but peeked up when the impact never came. Mr. Aizawa’s hair shot up again, his eyes glowing red as his scarf pulled Bakugo away from Midoriya. 

“What’s...your scarf... made of,” grunted Bakugo, struggling against the material, helpless with his quirk being erased. 

“It’s a capture weapon made out of alloy mixed with carbon nanoparticles,” he explained. “You’re wasting my time.”

He released Bakugo, who was still visibly enraged, from his binds. “And don’t make me use my quirk too much; it gives me dry eye.” 

Midoriya returned to the rest of the group, standing on the other side of Iida, who blocked him from Bakugo’s continued rage. However, that didn’t allow Midoriya to completely ignore the angry blond, trembling at just the sound of his vengeful yelling. 

“You’ve been lying all this time, Deku!! And I’m gonna make you PAY!”

Chizu could not take her eyes off their interactions, not noticing that it was her turn to throw. 

“Ryuzaki, let’s go.”

Chizu turned her attention back to Mr. Aizawa, who looked impatient by her distracted demeanor. She apologized before walking over and grabbing a new ball from him, moving to take her place in the circle.

Bakugo always managed to stand out the most with his rather ‘explosive’ aptitude at each test. But Chizu was able to match his ability in a more subtle way. She only wished that she could use the move that she had always thought about trying but never actually put into practice. It would certainly launch the ball far, but would take up too much of her energy. Not to mention that she had never actually done it before. Now was not the best time, especially after what Mr. Aizawa said to Midoriya. She would have to opt for something much simpler but would get the job done, like Midoriya had demonstrated. 

She took a few deep breaths while swinging her arms, loosening up the muscles, while blackish-purple, flame-like energy began to emanate from her hands. She let the ball be taken in by her quirk, pulling her arm back while inhaling deeply one last time before exhaling with a grunt, sending the ball off her hands with force of the flames, much like Bakugo did with his explosions. 

The ball flew far, disappearing into the sky like the rest, never to be seen again. 

“705.3 meters,” Mr. Aizawa announced. 

Chizu smiled, silently praising herself, while Bakugo did not seem too happy. Everything seemed to piss this guy off. 

“GET YOUR OWN MOVE, YOU DAMN EXTRA!” 

“Well...it’s not like I can just change my quirk,” Chizu replied earnestly. 

“WELL LEMME CHANGE IT FOR YA.”

“Kacchan calm down!” Midoriya shielded Bakugo from attacking her. “Sorry, sorry, he’s just not great when it comes to not being the best.” 

“GET OUT OF MY WAY DEKU!” 

“Bakugo! I won’t tell you again,” scolded Mr. Aizawa.

Chizu ignored him while her other classmates praised her. 

“Wow, that was so cool!” complimented Uraraka. 

“Thanks! Not as cool as what you did, though” Chizu remarked. “That ball’s probably still floating somewhere!” 

“Yeah...I didn’t think that would actually work,” she replied, her cheeks getting slightly rosier. 

“Your power is so impressive, Ryuzaki!” Yaoyorozu interjected. 

“Well, so is yours!” Chizu pointed out. “You have to know all those molecular structures and think quickly about what you’re going to make.”

“Oh, it just takes studying, that’s all!” she replied modestly, waving Chizu off. 

The moment of relief was hitting Chizu, giving her the chance to really breathe. She was going to be fine and her journey at UA was going to be nothing but rewarding for her. 

But at the moment, she felt someone’s eyes on her again. 

“Todoroki. Your turn.” 

Footsteps came up, and she looked up to see him passing by her, shooting an icy expression right at her eyes. She honestly forgot that he was even there, as he opted to stand at the back of the group. 

After she would complete a test in which she relied more on her quirk, she’d catch him staring at her. More like glaring, but in his own way. It wasn’t full of malice or rage, but it definitely wasn’t friendly. He did say that he wasn’t there to make friends, and he meant it.

He went last on every individual test or would complete one that called for partners by himself. During the sit-up test, they had to be paired up, with one person holding the other’s feet while they did their sit-ups. Todoroki simply used his ice quirk to freeze his feet to the ground. Chizu knew he had a second quirk, something to do with heat, but it seemed he only used it when he had to and never at full power, like when cleaning up his ice. The exact range of his abilities were still a mystery, but he seemed to know what he was doing. 

Overall, he mostly minded his own business. It was only the first day, he’s probably just slow to warm up. And if that was the case, Chizu didn’t blame him with people like Bakugo in the class. 

After the last test was done, Mr. Aizawa had no mercy in showing everyone where they ranked, pulling up the final results on a hologram screen. Fortunately, Chizu didn’t have to look far to find her name:

Momo Yaoyorozu

Shoto Todoroki

Chizu Ryuzaki

Katsuki Bakugo 

Tenya Iida

Fumikage Tokoyami

Mezo Shoji

Mashirao Ojiro 

Eijiro Kirishima 

Mina Ashido

Ochaco Uraraka

Koji Koda

Rikido Sato

Tsuyu Asui

Yuga Aoyama

Hanta Sero

Denki Kaminari

Kyoka Jiro 

Minoru Mineta

Izuku Midoriya 

Sighs of relief echoed throughout the group, some people more relieved than others. Bakugo, of course, was not too pleased. Not only with the fact that he wasn’t in the top three but also by way that Chizu was ahead of him. 

“LISTEN HERE SHIT FOR FLAMES,” he yelled, stomping over to her. “THE ONLY REASON WHY YOU’RE AHEAD OF ME IS BECAUSE YOU COPIED ME. IF WE FOUGHT FOR REAL I KNOW I’D WIN FOR SURE, YOU GOT THAT?”

Chizu could only humor him, smiling. “I’d love to see it, Bakugo.”

“DON’T SMILE AT ME, I WILL KILL YOU!”

“Give it a rest, man. Just be happy you’re in the top five,” the boy with the spiky red hair assured, patting Bakugo’s shoulder in praise. 

“Well at least you’re in the top 10, Kirishima! I barely made it!” another blond boy commented. 

Chizu turned her attention back to the results, not surprised by the two people above her. Yaoyorozu was seemingly unmatched so far with her ability to make anything she needed in that time and place. And Todoroki...that was pretty self explanatory. It was impressive that he was still very high up yet only used half his power to achieve that. Impressive to some but insulting to others, maybe. But this was only motivation for everyone to work hard and focus on improving their own skills. Everyone except for…

Poor Midoriya, who came in dead last, which meant today was not only his first but last day at UA. Chizu felt bad for him as he cowered behind everyone else in the group, seemingly letting the news sink in as discreetly as he could. It seemed like he tried his hardest to make do with what he could, even when people like Bakugo and even Mr. Aizawa were nothing but doubtful and discouraging. It was quite admirable...something that a real hero would do. 

“Don’t be too proud if you’re at the top,” Mr. Aizawa interjected. “You’ve got just as much training as the rest of the group. And as for the rest of you, you’ll need to work harder than ever if you want to be at the top of this list.”

He really didn’t spare much praise for anyone, huh?

“Also...no one is expelled.” 

The entire class gasped while Midoriya looked like he was about to pass out from stress. 

“Then why did you tell us that someone would be expelled?” Tsu questioned, asking what was on probably everyone’s mind. 

“That was just to get you to not hold back,” Mr. Aizawa replied with a sadistic smile. 

Dumbstruck didn’t even begin to describe the reactions throughout the group. Well, at least he chose not to expel anyone….today.

“Which is what you should be doing from here on out,” he continued. “You’re here to go plus ultra and nothing less.”

“YEAH!”

 “Class dismissed.”

-

Chizu returned back to the school with the rest of the class to change out of their gym clothes before heading back to the classroom to retrieve their belongings. It was only the first day for the first years, meaning that they only had orientation that day and their actual classes would start tomorrow. 

She felt pretty good about her performance during the quirk test. She was genuinely happy to rank third in the class but also would’ve been happy to be in any position. Maybe not last like Midoriya but only because Mr. Aizawa deceptively put the pressure on thick. 

But being at the top isn’t everything, at least to Chizu. Because when you’re the best, where do you go after that? What else is there to achieve? It only gets harder because at that point, you have to maintain your spot. People will only see you as a target to hit, a pawn to knock down, whether you want them to or not. She often wondered how a hero like All Might could handle that pressure, being the number one hero. Maybe she would get the chance to ask him since he’s teaching at UA now. Her mother always said there’s a reason he’s number one and why he’s maintained it for so long. 

And it’s not because he’s the strongest or the fastest, or because he saves the most civilians, and it’s not because his identity is held under lock and key. If you ask someone why All Might is their favorite hero, they might mention one of those three, or something similar. But those reasons all come together for something bigger: 

He’s more than a hero. He’s an inspiration, a keystore for the hero society. And that’s why no one will ever take his spot. 

Someone like Bakugo could probably only do that in their dreams. He’s got the passion though, Chizu could give him that. 

But he should watch out, otherwise someone like Shoto Todoroki might make him freeze up when the time comes. 

Chizu couldn’t help but let her mind drift to him. She just couldn’t tell what he was thinking behind his expressions towards her. He was trying to silently tell her something. Was he jealous or something? But how could he be? He literally placed above her in the quirk test results. If anything, Chizu should be jealous but she only feels confused and slightly paranoid. He was very quiet and very observant from the way he was looking at her. Whatever it was, she couldn’t let him get to her...

She couldn’t afford a repeat of middle school. More importantly, her father couldn’t afford it. She wanted to show him that she could attend a national high school where she would achieve her goals of becoming the best hero she could be. 

Chizu returned to the classroom to grab her bag, observing the empty desk next to her. Todoroki must’ve already left for the day. Alone, most likely. 

And it looks like she would be leaving alone too, most of the other desks empty as well. 

As she walked towards the entrance of the school, she contemplated talking to Todoroki. But what would she even say to him? ‘Hey why do you keep looking at me like that?’ 

No, she needed to remain calm and unbothered. She took a deep breath, exhaling as she exited through the front doors of the school.

“Oh, Ryuzaki!”

She turned to see Yaoyorozu coming over to her with Jiro, Tsu and Ashido in tow. 

“We thought we missed you! Would you like to walk with us?” she proposed, her voice as sweet as when she first spoke to Chizu earlier that day.  

Chizu grinned at her. Looks like she wasn’t going to be alone. Funny how things can turn around like that. 

“Sure, thanks.”

She joined the rest of the girls and they began walking down the long path that led to the school. 

“You guys can call me Chizu, by the way, I really don’t mind it,” she offered, never having been one for formalities. “Where’s Uraraka?”

“She’s waiting with Iida until Midoriya’s finger is healed,” Tsu replied. 

Chizu nodded, not needing to ask any further. Although Ashido had no problem carrying a conversation. 

“Ohmygosh, did you guys see how Mr. Aizawa was talking to him earlier? Super harsh!” 

The rest of the group agreed, including Chizu. Yaoyorozu agreed as well, but continued with a qualifying explanation. 

“Yes, it was indeed very unsettling and rather unnecessary to do in front of the whole class. However, one must accept their flaws before they can improve. We all have our shortcomings, and accepting them is only the first step to becoming the heroes we want to be.”

And that’s why she’s currently number one in the class. 

The girls continued to chat amongst themselves as they walked, mostly about how they felt about the first day and what they expected for the rest of the year. They neared the end of the road to the school, an intersection coming up ahead. There was another student sitting on a bench on the side who looked all too familiar to Chizu. 

“Ohhhhh guys, shhh,” Ashido spoke in a hushed tone. “He’s so cute, I love his hair!”

“His quirk’s pretty impressive as well,” Tsu commented.

“You should’ve seen him at the special entrance exam. He seems to have a very admirable drive,” Yaoyoruzu agreed. 

Chizu stood on the side for this topic as they continued to quietly talk about him. They quieted completely once they began to pass by him, but Chizu couldn’t be more aware of his presence, turning her full attention towards him.

Todoroki sat as silent as ever, looking down at the screen of his phone. Chizu couldn’t help but keep her eyes on him as they got as close as possible to him. She wasn’t very discreet about it, but then again, he hadn’t been very stealthy about looking at her either. 

So of course he looked up from his phone to find her eyes on him. 

She felt a pang to her heart upon catching his eyes, one gray and one teal, scar and all. But she couldn’t look away. There was something different about his expression. Compared to earlier today, his eyes were soft but... sad? She tried to spare him a small, apologetic grin before turning her attention back to walk with the other girls. 

Little did she know, his eyes followed the group as they walked away.

Ashido went nuts over what had transpired, shaking Chizu by the shoulder, with excited declarations of his liking to her. Chizu merely brushed it off in saying that she should’ve left him alone. But really, she was more confused about this guy than before. His emotions were all stored in his eyes, but why did he seem so sullen? She wasn’t about to pry into his personal affairs but she had to admit her intrigue. 

Who are you, Shoto Todoroki?

-

a/n: welcome everyone to my new series!! i know it’s different from my usual writing but i’m so excited bc this oc has been in my head for a min. if u haven’t noticed i’ve been into anime/manga series recently so i thought i’d try to expand on my blog a little bit, hope u don’t mind! but if you’re only here for tom and friends, that’s okay! dont worry i have other things planned that’ll i’ll be sharing VERY soon so stay tuned. 

but anyway how does everyone like this series so far?? it’s going to follow the anime/manga arcs but ofc i’ll be changing some stuff here and there bc this is a todoroki luv story and chizu has to get in there somewhere yeknow. also there will be less but longer parts than i normally write which is something i’d like to challenge myself to do as well as try to portray more complex characters as accurately as possible in a romance context. but anyway hope you enjoyed, add yourself to the taglist if you wanna see more!! 

for some reason i’m always super nervous when i post a new series, this one especially since it’s not my usual stuff so pls PLS interact/leave feedback if you’re able!! there’s a lot of questions that need to be answered but i’m particularly curious to know if anyone has ideas about chizus quirk or why shoto seems to not like her....lemme know..

ok i’m done thanks for reading~~

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[retphienix]

It's been 6 years :)

On March 30th, 2015 I decided I wanted a gaming side blog. (so we're early, but shush, it's the month for me)

I didn't know what I'd use it for exactly, but I had ideas- something I always have even if most of them only get as far as daydreamin' or writing out before closing them :P

For proof on the lack of direction the blog initially had- the March 30th date is the anniversary of my first post, an in-depth and lengthy review of Dragon Warrior Monsters for the GBC.

If you know the blog then you know "Extremely long and in-depth reviews" aren't the norm around here. As a matter of fact, that first post is the ONLY one I've done!

The closest I've come to ever repeating that would be the (word of the day) Directionless video I put out on Hades to get a grip on the concept of making videos, but that wasn't nearly as much of a 'review' as that first post is.

Tangent, definitely planning on trying my hand at videos some more for the foreseeable future. Probably not gonna use the tagline Full Impressions that I tossed as a whim for the Hades video but yeah- I'm excited to try my hand at a few videos :) tangent over.

It didn't take me long to come up with what I'd like to do for the blog though :)

A few months later I liveblogged a challenge run of FFT where I used only Ramza- a solo run. - Which maybe only happened because I tried a nuzlocke run a year prior on my main account-

(Nuzlocke | FFT challenge run)

Thanks to that haphazard liveblog experiment I started to realize a couple things which became the primary motivators behind this blog.

1) I LOVE sharing experiences. No brainer, I'm sure, but being able to share my experiences, and compare them with others' experiences, and just that mutual sharing is uplifting and feels good to do.

2) Liveblogging is an EXCEPTIONAL motivator to buckle down and play all those games I said I'd play (cue everyone laughing because I'm still way behind and have an immeasurable backlog).

But I mean that, on both respects. I have plenty of motivators toward the blog today, but if I were to be concise it's pretty much "It's easier to beat games if I liveblog them- otherwise I get distracted and play other games" and "I love sharing experiences and thoughts with people about my favorite thing- games."

Since 2015 I've tackled around 70 games as full playthroughs, and an untold ton as one offs or just to ramble about for a bit.

I've had a lot of highlights over the years, and I don't talk much about it as an overall experience so I thought for the anniversary I'd try to do just that. Not everything- I can't say I have photographic memory that would bring all of it up without prompting after all :P But whatever comes to mind as I browse some of my old stuff- as well as some thoughts on what I'd like to see in the future.

It's gonna be a bit self-centric I assume as I type this preamble to it, so let me say outright that this blog wouldn't be half of what it is without all the people who've given it the time of day over the years.

From recommending games they love or appreciate, to comparing thoughts, to offering kind words for analysis I've done over the years, to pointing out when I'm dumb and misread a situation :P- to, yes, even the people who decided "Fuck this guy's ramble" and deleted my captions before reblogging my gifs way back during Hamtaro (Of COURSE I remember that! It's amusing lol).

This is better because of others, because of the interactions and the people I've gotten the chance to chat with or befriend. It's just a liveblog more or less, my own little bit of fun I toss out for myself if for anyone- so seeing others enjoy this or that from the work I put into sharing my experiences or thoughts is always a joy in itself :)

Anyway, onto selfishly rambling about some tidbits of the past :)

Also sorry but no, opted to not shove a ton of photos in, it does have a handful of links to old posts though :P

This'll be disorganized as heck as I'll add to it over time before I feel it's worth posting (or the tumblr post editor becomes a hassle and more or less forces me to).

First~

FFT Solo Ramza Challenge: Considering it was roughly the first thing this blog has done, it's also something that's stuck in my head a lot more clearly than most of the other stuff I've done to be honest lol.

In truth, this is partially because FFT is my favorite game, bar none. But it's also because the whole experience was pretty new to me. Prior to it I had really only done one self-imposed-challenge that wasn't requested by the game in some manner and that was a nuzlocke run of Blue version.

So adding a challenge to my favorite game was a fantastic experience!

Notes I just wanted to say today about that run: If anyone enjoys FFT I honestly recommend giving it a shot for the unique story it lends itself to. I do recommend skipping the rules until after the second battle but that's up to YOU to decide.

My first post on the subject is me complaining about spending 4 hours grinding out the second fight and, despite hyperbole being my natural state, that was NOT hyperbole.

It DID take 60~ restarts to beat. It DID take 4 hours. The reason is that that 2nd battle is RNG as HECK, you HAVE to have Delita do some meaningful actions, you HAVE to have the enemies miss and make poor plays, you damn near HAVE to crit a few instances to save yourself from taking too much damage.

It's a numbers game to the extreme, so I wouldn't fault anyone for 'cheating' and skipping the 2nd fight for the ruleset lol.

The memory that stands out the most for that run is actually isolated in a post in which Ramza (Purrick in this run) talks like a total badass as just ONE DUDE running into a room full of enemies. I just think on that as a great encapsulated view of what it was like. The run started off face grindingly difficult, but because FFT is a game that offers so much freedom to the player it was extremely easy to 'break' the game into making Purrick overpowered as hell.

That's something I love about some tactical RPGs, I love having the ability to play smart so that I can play stupid later on, and breaking the game into making him one shot god is certainly a good payoff for playing smart early on :P

RetQuick: I miss RetQuick, it was primarily a short experiment I did in 2015 where I'd play a game for a short span of time (REALLY short, like 10-20 minutes) and record that for the purpose of making gifs and saying a short piece on what I thought.

It's one of those formats where the purpose was pretty shallow- but had a reason. I wanted to try making some gifs with some tools that existed online, so I made an excuse to do just that.

I also wanted to play a TON of games, usually through emulation on my sister's PSP, and this let me do that.

These two minor goals came together and so I spent a while making RetQuicks which were honestly more fun to make than they had any right to be. I mean the gifs were tedious but the playing? The thought sharing? The end product ocassionally having more appeal than just a photoset? It was fun.

I'm thinking whenever I have trouble picking a game for the blog I'll revisit the format... sorta.

I already reused it for a short stint to show clips I had no plan on expanding into a playthrough, but that died as well as it was too similar to Tidbits posts (another tag I no longer really use).

My thought is to rebrand retquick as something of a tryout for what game comes next. Play a handful of my backlog games for an hour or so each and say some thoughts before saying which one I'll continue as the main game for that period of time.

Old Tag Stuff: One of those things that only sticks to me since I made the decisions but it's always funny for me to look back on my old posts because I was apprehensive as hell toward making my posts visible. The reason my early playthroughs on the My-Tags page are variants of Ret instead of just "The name of the game so people can find this post" is because I felt like a liveblog would just spam the tag to hell-

Something I don't remotely feel bad for doing anymore.

So I avoided getting any sort of spotlight for quite a while on the blog for little reason.

Why Retphienix?: This is just a dumb thought I wanted to share and I'm sure I've said before.

It stands for retro!

Yeah!

Ain't that dumb and also not a real shorthand? lol

I think I have some sort of deer in headlights anxiety towards naming things, I mean do you think I think Full Impressions is a good summation for a video? I don't. But perhaps that's overshadowed by the other inexperiences and anxiety driven decisions that had- doesn't matter.

Retphienix is Retphienix because I sat there in 2015 and thought "Well... what do I name an alt account?"

My main is Redphienix, which yes, is ALSO a terrible name AND is misspelled. But it's that because of sentimental reasons. As a kid I misspelled Redphoenix when making my gamertag (I knew how to spell Phoenix back then as well, I was too excited about xbox live and misspelled it) and it's become something of a sentimental misspelling.

So I wanted to make a mix on that for my game blog, but I had no idea what. In the end I thought "RetroPhienix? I don't know. Retphienix is closer to Redphienix. I'll do that" and so it was done.

And just like how Redphienix is both bad and misspelled but exists because of sentimental reasons- Retphienix has acquired the same 'flavor' in my eye lol.

Aspirations for the blog: I have no immediate ramp up plans or road map or whatever, and in truth I'll be happy if the blog stays just as it is forever- up until tumblr ends- I cry over lost posts- and I reopen it on another platform.

But I do have blurry half-considered daydreams that I'd like to see happen for the blog through some hard work or shifts on my part.

One is something I'm already doing kinda, hence my embarrassing means of bringing it up a lot lately. Videos- I want those. I wanna make some looks back on series people don't talk about that I enjoy, I want to make videos sharing my thoughts on games I beat for the blog (like what full impressions kinda was, but I don't think they'll have a unified name from here on out). Maybe retrospectives, but mostly when I think of making a video tied to retphienix or me in general it's me looking at a game that said something to me, and saying it louder with my own interpretations on it.

You know the kind, videos where they talk about a video game but not the whole thing- just a singular message they really heard loud and clear from it intentionally or not. I dig those and I know I end a lot of games having plenty to say that could be directed into such a format.

We'll see.

And I'm along for the ride on that one as well- currently I'm keeping my eyes on whatever is directly next, which happens to be "I plan on playing Omori, if it clicks as something to talk about I would like to take a shot at that in a video too!"

The other is that I'd like to build a small community. Wouldn't know the first thing on doing that in a modern sense, but just a little online friend group to chat with and play games together. Something that could open up multiplayer and coop experiences being better shared on the blog and would just in general expand my gaming to what it used to be back on the 360 when I had a large group to play with.

Since the 360 era ended I've pretty much closed off- stopped playing competitive games due to lack of interest- and slowed down to playing all games either solo, with randoms (and no mic usually), or with my cousin. It's a rare instance when I play with some good people like @gamesception or another friend of mine, John.

When I diverted from playing competitive games nonstop toward other genres I didn't intend to also cut out all my online gaming buds, it just kinda happened, and I never really put any effort into rectifying that.

So more or less I'd like to one day sit down and work on a discord server, and then buck up and put the leg work in to make some gamin' buds again, but that's such a vague concept anymore.

Sounds all sad and what not but it's more ambivalent, I made decisions that

changed how gaming worked for me after the 360 and this is just where it landed for better and worse- I'd just like to see if I can make it a little better :P

General things I think when I think retphienix: Honestly? I think of how much fun I've had over the years and how thankful I am to have had an outlet that encouraged me to explore more of the medium.

I REALLY love games. I went to college for games, I've written LEAGUES about games, I've played countless games, my childhood was games, my adult life is games- games games games yada yada yada.

So when I think of retphienix I think of how without it I probably wouldn't have explored a lot of the corners of gaming that I have.

I genuinely, and I mean this, might not have sat down and beaten FF7 for myself and would have considered the amount I played as a kid to be enough.

I might not have played Chrono Trigger yet, and I KNOW I wouldn't have played Chrono Cross, and I'm happy as hell to have played both of those. CT was a mind blowing moment for me that showed me just how good an RPG can be, and CC gave me miles to think of in terms of innovating an RPG and how beholden to the narrative a sequel should be (I don't feel CC should have been chrono at all lol).

I DEFINITELY wouldn't have given New Vegas another chance. And I know I'm a sourpuss on NV, I've been that way since I maxed my achievements on the 360 for it, but replaying it really did reveal to me how exceedingly negative I was being.

My memories had become "It's brown and a boring location >:(" and "The factions all suck and it doesn't do anything with the idea of bad factions >:(" and became "It's... a little brown guys, not a big fan of the area" and "They didn't do enough with exploring the gray factions" while adding "Wait. This is pretty damn fun. And 90% of the additions are stellar. And I forgot about Dead Money, my favorite dlc in any game ever with a story that tears at my heart every time I think of it, NV good actually?"

Faxanadu would have remained a cool game I saw on SSFF and not a game I played to the end and fell in love with the aesthetic feel it has!

Also that's a game I cheated like crazy on lol, I would do it again! Save state scumming games meant to be rudely difficult is only fair :P

I probably would have never sat down to play through Windwaker which was such a positive and uplifting experience that I now get the most relaxed and warm feeling in my heart when I see those blue waves.

There's so many experiences I would have left on the table in favor of like... putting more hours into a live service title or something.

Maybe, and no offense to my cousin or anyone else playing it, but maybe I'd be no-lifing World of Warcraft nonstop just stagnating my interest toward the skinner box mechanics of an MMO?

Some offense, actually but lightheartedly lol.

But beyond the entire games I've played for the blog, when I think retphienix I picture all the time making gifs, all those games I played on the PSP for short stints, buying a retron 5 to add to what I could explore and being stoked when they shipped a freebie box of old controllers to go with it, getting angry at the retron for being a Piece Of Shit lol, crying at the end of damn near every game with an emotional story because I'm a big emotional mess of a person who finds investing and crying at a story way too easy thanks to empathy pulls, oh!-

Getting excited whenever I found that I had a "*controversial*" opinion that no one would care about lol. Like the one that comes to mind is that I thoroughly believe that Dragon Ball Z II: Gekishin Freeza!! for the NES is WAY better than the fandom recognized and appreciated sequel/remake Dragon Ball Z: Legend of the Super Saiyan!

How many people do you hear talking about either game, let alone saying the NES game that is roughly half of the SNES remake is the better one :P But I stand by that! The SNES one is a remake of DBZ1 and 2 for the NES but it loses all the charm and some of the fun of the NES ones by being a lackluster SNES game!

lol

I admitted wholeheartedly that this post would be a lit-

little directionless (gotta love the new tumblr poster making me break sentences like that), but to sum things up.

It's been 6 years. It's been an untold amount of work to be honest- liveblogging a game, at least for me, hasn't been the easiest thing. It's a lot of thinking out my thoughts (heh), it's a lot of learning tools to make the capturing process possible, it's a lot of experimenting, it's a lot of writing and editing, and, well, sometimes it's just tough.

I mean I went to school for coding, not video editing, not writing, not image processing, not this or that- but this hobby has introduced a lot of things even if only at a VERY base level (I admit fully to using online alternatives to make gifs for instance).

I learned a lot about, well, a lot of things in order to use this blog to learn more about games- and all that work has become part of why I've loved all 6 years of this blog.

6 years of gaming, work, and you all- and it's been worth the investment :) Here's to many more and all of you whether you stumble upon this post or not- literally anyone who's interacted in these 6 years, thank you, and anyone who hasn't I offer you well wishes as well.

<3

[starlight-ascension]

PreCures and If They Would Survive A Horror Movie

Nagisa: would survive. She’s the most competent pink cure both on and off the battlefield, she will destroy the villain and look badass doing it. 

Honoka: Her science stuff probably created the bad guy in the first place when it went haywire. And since she would know how to defeat the villain, she would have to die early on for there to be a horror movie at all. 

Hikari: Absolutely would not survive. All she does is stand there and sometimes freeze the enemy in place for two seconds. She only transforms when reminded to. Also she’s a blonde and horror villains always go for blondes. There’s no way she’d live. Hikari would stand there frozen in place and scream until she dies gruesomely. 

Saki: I don’t know but nagisa survives so i’m gonna say saki does too. 

Mai: also don’t know. i’mma say no. 

Nozomi: Would not survive. There is no way nozomi would make it out. 

Rin: Would survive. After watching Nozomi die, Rin would go full-on enraged feral jock, transform, and set the villain on fire. 

Urara: Would not survive. She’d probably go right into the dark place and do the thing where you spot the villain with your flashlight and dismiss it before doing a major double take but now it’s right behind you. 

Komachi: Would survive, all the way. She reads a lot so she knows her way around how to survive these things. She writes a lot so she knows shady topics and would think of or know things that if she didn’t know, the whole team would be screwed. And she’s a walking weapon of mass destruction on top of all that. 

Karen: She’s hiding in a secret fortified bunker right now with bodyguards and lots of entertainment. She would survive. 

Kurumi: Would not survive. When she reverts to fairy form against her own will, the bad guy would pick her up and throw her into some mechanical thing that grinds her up alive and is the main reason for the R rating. 

Love: Would last 5 minutes. Seriously, in the first episode she got lost and saw a creepy house in the woods that wasn’t there before and what does she do? SHE GOES IN. If that were a horror movie, she’d be a redshirt designed to be killed off in the first few minutes for the purpose of introducing us to the bad guy and showing how dangerous it is. 

Miki: Would survive. Miki has gone up against a villain who came straight out of the horror genre (Northa) and survived. Another horror villain would be no problem. Unless it’s hide time and she can’t hide properly because she’s so tall. 

Inori: Might survive. Might end up dying so that the cat in the movie doesn’t. 

Setsuna: Setsuna has lived through a horror movie (episode 40 of fresh precure). She’s dealt with some serious heck. She will absolutely survive a horror movie. 

Tsubomi: All Tsubomi would do is run. Thankfully, she’s not clumsy like some pinks, and would probably actually manage to make it out by running away. 

Erika: Would survive. Erika cannot be killed. 

Itsuki: This girl knows martial arts. She fought off a giant monster because it ripped a plushie she thought was cute. Horror villains should be scared of Itsuki. 

Yuri: ABSOLUTELY would survive. Did you see her take out an entire group of Sunackies in civilian form? She’s a genius, a badass, and would survive a horror movie hands-down. 

Hibiki: Would survive 

Kanade: Would survive, but only because Crescendo Tone can bring people back to life. 

Ellen: Would survive. Remember how she trolled some villains who were trying to scare her? She’d do the same thing. Except it’s also leading the bad guy into a death trap. 

Ako: She’s that little girl who befriends the ghosts or whatever and talks about them casually in a scary way and then either becomes possessed, helps the villain kill everyone else, or just skip ropes on the playground singing terrifying versions of nursery rhymes. She survives, obviously. Forming an alliance with the villains can help you with that. 

Miyuki: Would not survive. The reason for this is that by the time she realizes what genre she’s actually in, it would be too late for her already. 

Akane: Would survive. Arson queen with the makings of a genderflipped shonen protag and super strength even by precure standards? She will destroy the bad guys. 

Yayoi: Would survive. She watches enough anime and toku, reads enough manga and comic books, and plays enough video games to know everything about how to survive a horror movie. Also, she likes ghost stories. She ABSOLUTELY would catch on right away that she’s in a horror movie and maybe even fangirl over the villain a little. 

Nao: Would be the only one to realize THE MAGIC TELEPORTING BOOKSHELF and escape. 

Reika: Similar to Miki and Setsuna, Reika has gone up against a villain who’s scary enough to be in horror, in this case Joker. And she has won. Several times. Reika would absolutely survive. What’s another horror villain? 

Mana: Would sacrifice herself to save her team. 

Rikka: Would not survive. She’d obtain information and realize a way to defeat the villain that would 100% work, which means that while she’s explaining it, she’d be killed mid-sentence. 

Alice: Would ABSOLUTELY survive. She has a freaking SPACE SHUTTLE, her place is full of traps and secret tunnels, she’s one of the most badass and terrifying cures, AND both she and her butler are Batman. Alice is by far the most likely precure to survive a horror movie. 

Makoto: Did the sensible thing and hid out with Alice. Is currently hanging out in a secret room with protection, every light on, and her back to the wall so she can’t be ambushed from behind, watching willcraft monster school on her phone on silent. 

Aguri: Dies of overconfidence. 

Regina: Is the one to kill the villain. 

Megumi: She would transform and be like “AW YEAH I GET TO BATTLE SOMETHING” and then obliterate the villain, surviving the movie in the process. Unless she tried to form change. If she used her dance attacks, she’d be stabbed or dismembered or eaten while she’s charging up her attack. 

Hime: Survives the movie itself. Is killed after the credits to show that the villain isn’t really dead and set up a sequel. 

Yuko: First one on the team to die. 

Iona: Would definitely survive. She’s the only one on her team who’s 100% cool with doing what it takes to defeat the bad guys and she’s a badass. 

Maria: Did you see the time she took out 4 monsters at once? She would survive. 

Haruka: Like with most pinks, Haruka would probably not survive. 

Minami: Would stand there screaming until she gets stabbed. 

Kirara: Same deal as Erika. 

Towa: She’s a fire cure. Fire often works against these guys. But they have no compulsion about attacking someone while she’s preparing her drawn-out attack sequence, and the extreme impracticality of her outfit could end up killing her. It’s around 50/50 for Towa. 

Mirai: Would last 20 minutes if she’s lucky. She’s probably the one who read the creepy old book out loud and released the demon/monster/whatever. 

Riko: Has enough knowledge of the supernatural to know how to defeat the thing Mirai summoned. Is targeted as a result. Eventually dies directly after a jumpscare. Is brought back to life by Kotoha. 

Kotoha: She’s a literal goddess and she’s got the strongest magic of anyone ever. She will survive without question. 

Ichika: Hate to say this, but she would probably not survive. *begins sobbing at the thought of my precious daughter dying in a horror movie* 

Himari: Would also probably die. But would last for far longer than Ichika. 

Aoi: Would power through an otherwise fatal injury and somehow survive something that definitely should have killed her, because she needs to write a song about this. 

Yukari: Old enough to drive. Smart enough to check the back seat. 

Akira: Sits in the passenger seat as the two floor it. Checks under the car for villains while Yukari is watching her back. 

Ciel: Switches to fairy form and flies so high the villains can’t get her. 

Pikario: Gets run over by Yukari and Akira. 

Hana: Survives the first half of the movie. Dies when she runs upstairs instead of outside. 

Saaya: She spent an entire night just watching horror movies once and now she knows everything about how to survive them. Makes it out alive. 

Homare: Survives

Emiru: Is hiding in a security bunker

Ruru: Is hiding with Emiru

Hikaru: She’s really into cryptids and occult stuff, so she knows their weaknesses, and survives the whole movie as a result. Probably hits on the monster at least once. 

Lala: Runs right into her spaceship and gets TF out of there. 

Elena: Holds out for a good amount of time. Then her phone rings while she’s hiding. 

Madoka: Made it onto the spaceship with Lala. 

Yuni: Uses her shapeshifting perfume to disguise herself as a corpse version of herself. Successfully tricks the bad guy into thinking she’s dead. 

Nodoka: Passes out, dies first. 

Chiyu: Survives 

Hinata: Would not survive. She’s too much of a hot mess to last in a horror movie. 

Asumi: Would die if she remained untransformed. If she transformed, she would survive hands-down. 

[prism-sakura-s]

Peaceful Insomnia

Warnings: death (although they’re technically resurrected after they die), descriptions of violence (but it’s nothing too graphic), drowning mention, suicide mention

AO3

Summary: After failing to fall asleep, Logan decides to venture up to the terrace, where an unexpected character awaits him.

A/N: Something for a small Valhalla AU I made up a while back :)

~

Logan carefully opened the door out to Floor 209 of Hotel Valhalla, wary of any possible witnesses. He stepped out and closed the door behind him. The moon shone outside the single window at the end of the hall, acting as the only source of light. Logan slowly crept towards the elevators and entered one. He pressed the button engraved with a single black "T". The doors closed and the elevator began to climb.

It was not unusual for Logan to be unable to sleep, but it wasn't common either. However, on nights like this he would normally do something else to pass the time, seeing as he took his insomnia as a sign of excess energy he needed to dispel. He would read, write, or think out battle plans and strategies just in case. Or "for fun", as Roman would tease. Logan always insisted otherwise, though.

"Nah, it's thy giant brain of yours, is it not?" Roman would jest anyway. "Too much intellect for your brawn-less person to handle?"

Logan still had no idea why and how he befriended a British fool from the 16th century who cried about Shakespeare's death every night and refused to adapt to the modern day tongue, though it was most likely Logan forgot. He wasn't exactly new either.

Logan also wasn't sure why he decided to do something different for a change. Was he feeling especially restless tonight? Was it to be more adventurous? Has his idiot friend's actions finally gotten to his head? Or was it purely to try something new and hoped it eased his mind a bit more than just putting it to work as always? He hoped it was the latter. Never in a million years was he going to morph into a clone of Roman. Though honestly, that was left up to debate. No one knows how long they're going to be staying there anyway.

The elevator dinged as it arrived at its destination. The doors opened and Logan stepped out onto the terrace. It was much brighter here as the moon had direct contact. It shone onto the swimming pool and the shrubbery lining the perimeter. A bench sat a couple feet away from the edge, looking out onto the Grove of Glasir. And to Logan's surprise, a hunched figure already sat atop it.

Logan debated on whether or not he should leave and let the figure remain unbothered, or if he should join them. However, as he was deciding this, the figure suddenly turned and spotted Logan standing in front of the elevator.

Logan, noticing a pair of hazel eyes trained directly on him, panicked, and decided to speak: "Um, sorry if I bothered you, uh, I can go if you want-"

"Nah, dude, it's fine," the other interrupted. "You can sit with me if you like, I don't bite."

Logan relaxed at that.

"Well," Logan began, walking towards the bench, "I would be very surprised if you did, people normally do not exhibit the mannerisms of feral animals."

The stranger stared at Logan as he sat down, processing his dialogue and taking in his pinstriped pajamas before looking back up at the sky. "Huh. You must be an older one, right?"

Logan scrunched up his nose. "Yes, I suppose I am. Though I'm not exactly enthusiastic at the choice of words."

The other male chuckled, offending Logan a bit. "Yeah, I guess nobody would really like to be called 'old', huh?" He looked over at Logan with a small smile on his face. "Especially when you're not really old."

Logan nodded. "The immortality and the... Norse Gods... are a lot to get used to."

The other nodded in agreement and continued stargazing. Logan recognized this person. He had been admitted at the hotel several weeks ago for defending a girl from some kelpie. Why Logan remembered him so clearly when other einherji would fade from his mind in at least a few days, he didn't know.

Seems Logan had a lot of questions.

"If you don't mind me asking, you are one of the newer ones, yes? Virgil Santos?"

"Yep," Virgil confirmed. "You're...?"

"Logan. That was incredibly chivalrous of you."

Virgil only shrugged. "Strong choice of words, but yeah, that's the point, I guess. You're brave, you get into Valhalla."

"Well, that wasn't all, was it? You stopped her too."

Virgil didn't respond for a while. When he finally spoke, he only uttered a quiet, "Not really."

Logan was confused. "What do you mean? You did stop her from jumping off the bridge, did you not?"

Virgil bowed his head and was silent for a long amount of time.

"When the kelpie dragged me down, she went down to the dock to rescue me," Virgil finally answered. "I tried finding out what happened to her after I died. Turns out she..." He paused again, as if trying to hide his sadness behind silence. "She was dragged down soon after I was."

"Oh," Logan could only mutter. "I am sorry."

"Don't be," Virgil reassured. "There was nothing either of us could do."

Out of the blue, Virgil took a deep breath and began to sing quietly, "What will happen will happen, whether I'm happy or sad. What will happen will happen, whether I'm happy or sad. There are days to look out for, there are dreams to be had, what will happen will happen, whether I'm happy or sad..."

Logan was not expecting that. He was mesmerized, to say the least. Virgil's voice reminded him of the women who sang in the bars, whose voices were velvety and as smooth as silk.

Virgil saw Logan staring, and his eyes widened, as if he had just realized what he had done. He flushed. "Sorry, I just wanted to sing something... normally it helps me take my mind off things..."

"Huh? Oh, no," Logan rushed to say. "It-it was good. Nerts."

There was a beat of silence before Virgil broke out into giggles. Logan hated the fact that his face felt like it was on fire. His old slang had slipped. It probably sounded ridiculous to Virgil. He was laughing at him right now.

"Sorry," Virgil managed to force through his giggles, "It's just... nerts?" He had another fit (His giggles do not have to be that cute, Logan thought during this interval) before continuing, "What is nerts?"

"It's just a word... from my time," Logan muttered, too embarassed to say it any louder. "It just means I was... impressed."

Not the exact translation, but close enough.

The giggle fits stopped.

Oh no, Logan thought. I have done something wrong, haven't I?

He slowly looked at Virgil, who was staring back at him with wide eyes.

"Really?" Virgil asked sheepishly. "That was impressive?"

Well then, Logan resigned, I suppose I have to admit it now.

"Yes." Good, short and simple.

"Actually-"

Wait no-

"-it reminded me of the singers back at the bars downtown."

Goddammit Logan, can you not keep your trap shut?

Virgil stared at Logan for a bit before smiling and bowing his head shyly. "Thanks, nobody ever compliments me."

"That seems to be an oversight over their part," Logan said. Virgil's smile grew, as did Logan's sense of accomplishment.

"You know," Virgil said, going back to observing the stars, "I did consider doing the same thing that... girl was going to do. Nobody really cared about me, I didn't have anywhere to go, so... I decided I was going to do it sooner or later."

"You were going to jump off the bridge too?" Logan asked, mildly incredulous.

"Yeah," Virgil said. "Then I saw her, and for some reason... I wanted to stop her. I thought, 'No, she shouldn't do that,' and at that split second I also realized... if I didn't want this girl to jump, then someone out there... wouldn't want me to either."

"I'm sure of it," Logan assured him. "That was a good decision you made."

There was silence. A croak was heard from the bushes, followed by another.

"Tell me about your time."

"Hm?" Logan realized he was staring again and snapped out of it. He should stop doing that.

"Your time. Where you came from."

"Oh. Well." Logan looked up, trying to organize his thoughts neatly.

"I was born in 1902 in the South as Lucille Hampton. My momma- er, mother, and I moved up to the North in the early 20s. She managed to get a job at a bar as an entertainer. She sang for the customers. I managed to get ahold of books too. A friend of mine volunteered to teach me how to read.

"I never really went to any bar or speakeasy though. My body could never handle alcohol. No, I only went to one major event and one event only—the drag ball."

"Drag balls?" Virgil asked, intrigued. "You went to drag balls?"

"Yes, I did." Logan leaned back, a smile on his face. "That's where I got my friends. It was the only time I could be myself. I could even mingle among white people freely. Some spectators would watch us from above, but we wouldn't care. We would just dance, and… kiss, and have a good time."

"That sounds nice," Virgil mused. "Did you have… anyone?"

Logan thought for a bit before responding, "Well, there was one man, but we never really took it far. It was just for fun, I guess."

Virgil nodded slowly, pondering something, and asked, "How did you die, if you don't mind?"

Logan's smile disappeared as he remembered. Virgil saw this and immediately backtracked.

"Oh, well, if you don't want to say it's alright with me you don't have t-"

"No, no, it's quite alright," Logan said. "You told me your story, it's only fair I tell you mine."

Logan sat up straight again. Virgil watched intently, a soft and almost concerned look on his face.

"It was after a drag party," Logan began, "and my pals were quite zozzled-" He caught himself. "Drunk. They were drunk."

"It's fine if you use your old slang," Virgil said.

Logan looked at him. He got a small nod in return, as well as a comforting smile.

"Well, we passed an alley and we saw something." Logan fidgeted with his thumbs. The scene came back to him, a little blurry but still distinguishable. "We decided to move forward, see what was going on. It was a couple of white men, beating up another black guy. I tried to interfere, but..."

Logan heard the voices now, random sentences from that night replaying like a dirty record.

"Hey, stop!"

That was his voice.

"Who's this egg? A bulldigger?"

"They turned on me. Called me all the usual things, since I wore a suit..."

Loud, boisterous laughter. Taunts and slurs, all directed at him. Logan saw their previous victim slowly get up and try to crawl away. At least he's safe.

"My friends tried to pull me away, but I..."

Logan felt hands clawing at his shoulders, trying to pull him back. But he was stubborn. He shrugged them off and threw a punch towards the leader, determined to at least break something.

"...I wanted to fight."

Logan's fist collided with the bully's face. His hand may have hurt more than the guy's face, but Logan didn't care. He punched him. That was an achievement.

"So I did. I pulled punches, I tried kicking them. Soon my pals were joining in. I thought I could keep it up forever."

His adrenaline coursed through his entire body. It was chaos, and Logan loved it, maybe more than he was supposed to.

"I couldn't."

But then he felt something. A force more powerful than he had ever felt before. It was blinding. Logan wasn't even sure where it hit him. The pain traveled through his body and suddenly, Logan was aware of how frail it was.

Logan chuckled dryly. "Honestly, I don't think my melee spree lasted even a minute."

There was a tug on the collar of Logan's suit. He felt himself being lifted up.

"Someone picked me up, I believe it was the leader-"

Logan felt a trickle down his chin. He felt groggy and light-headed. He still heard grunts and shouts, signifying that the fight was still going on, churning around him like an angry sea. Or a hurricane. And he was in the eye.

"-and laughed in my face. He told me only men can fight."

"You think you can fight, little girl?" he taunted.

"I... ain't a girl," Logan protested weakly.

The bimbo snickered. "Tell that to Sweeney, bulldiker. You know only men can fight." He laughed loudly, resonating in Logan's ears.

"He punched me in the face... and threw me on the ground."

Sharp pain penetrated Logan's body, seeming to come from everywhere. He heard several loud crackles before passing out.

"...that's it?"

"That's it."

"Wait," Virgil said carefully, trying not to overstep any boundaries, "you died by being thrown on the ground? How?"

"Well, I had a fragile body," Logan explained. "He probably broke all my bones, and I wasn't healed in time."

"Ah," Virgil intoned. "Okay then... so after that, you woke up at Valhalla."

"That I did."

"So... you died because you wanted to prove yourself." Virgil nodded understandably. "You were so pressured to prove you were male that you were willing to fight someone, though they clearly outmatched you. You also wanted to protect that guy who they were beating up."

Logan nodded.

"...so what did you do once you got here?"

"I was confused and frightened, for one," Logan explained. "They weren't even sure if bringing me in was a good idea. But they kept me in the end. So I trained. Not just in combat, but in strategy as well. I learned, and I learned quickly. Befriended someone new too. Roman, some idiot from Britain."

Logan heard a snicker from Virgil at that, and a warm feeling surfaced.

“Thanks for sharing your story, Logan,” Virgil said. “I’m… very sorry you died like that.”

“It’s quite alright,” Logan said. “It was decades ago, I have become much better now.”

Virgil sighed inwardly. He glanced at the moon. "I hope I can... I dunno, survive? Here? I just..." A pause. "I dunno if I can live up to their standards. A building-" he gestured wildly, "-full of warriors, and intelligent people, like you-" he gestured to Logan, who blushed involuntarily, "-and me, some guy who managed to run into murder horses."

“You defended a girl against those, quote, ‘murder horses,’ unquote,” Logan argued. “You have as much of a right to be here as any of us.”

“How do you know?” Virgil muttered.

“Our stories are similar,” Logan noted. “We both rushed to protect someone’s life, even if they were a stranger, and were killed trying to do so.”

Virgil was silent.

“If you do not belong in Hotel Valhalla, then going by that logic, I do not either.”

“You do deserve to be here,” Virgil said quickly.

Logan gave Virgil a knowing look. The latter saw this, and after a while, cracked a smile.

“Alright, I guess you got me there,” Virgil chuckled. He allowed himself to relax again and focus on the sky. “I guess we all have tragic backstories here, huh?”

Logan smiled, relieved that his companion was glad once more. “Yes, I believe we do.”

“Maybe that’s the real requirement for getting into Valhalla,” Virgil jested. He mimicked writing in the air. “‘Must have sad cause of death. No murder, no entry.’”

Logan laughed softly at the joke.

It would be a while before sleep would come back and bring him back to his room, but as of now? Logan wouldn’t mind if he spent all night on the terrace with Virgil Santos.

~

A/N: I'm thinking of making more for this AU because I love Norse Mythology and the concept in general, so please feel free to give a few suggestions!

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[prorevenge]

The Mean Girls club gets destroyed

So a while back I had the joy of stopping around 5 girls who had been openly using and abusing people. Most of them ended up losing partners and almost all their friends one lost their job two went to jail and they all lost their social status.

So context, years ago I worked in a large corporate store, trust me you would know if I told you the name. Now during this time I was in a dark place emotionally for various reasons and was very much a loaner which led to me being a target for this one girl (let’s call her CS for cos-play slut) now I know it sounds terrible me calling her that but really it’s what she was and trust me as this story goes on you’ll see why.

Now she quickly befriends me and gets me to help with video editing and photo shots I say yes as at the time I was trying to get into content creation and figured it’d help and I was a very lonely depressed virgin at the time and any girl showing interest in me made my brain go crazy. Looking back I kick myself for letting her use me that way but I was stupid and didn’t know better. This girl used me for everything from making me edit videos for her and her friends totaling around 3 or 4 videos a day all with different styles and length to getting up early to help with shoots that had to be done at sun up to get “the magic hour”. (I know it’s a real thing but still not the best thing to spend your day doing when your days off are spent making videos)

As well as using my help for her online stuff she used me for a lot of other things rides to her “meetings” with potential photographers (she never picked her them she was just sleeping with them) to buying her movie tickets that’d she would go to claim being alone with me in a theatre made her nervous so I’d have to wait outside for then I’d have to buy her food on a daily basis at work then if we ever did anything outside of it.

Now I know this sounds like I was the worlds biggest cuck and yeah I was. I had no self confidence as previously stated was a virgin with very little ability to socialize and never learned to choose how and when to give my help. So I was an easy target for all this, my parents tried to warn me against it but i didn’t listen and even at one point told her I liked her only for her to laugh in my face.

This went on for months in that time I quit content creation but was still editing her videos and was always doing something for her. One day while she was having me buy her supplies for another cosplay we ran into another girl whom we will call RB (random bitch) she was nice enough very energetic at first and I felt like we could get along so we exchanged info and became friends on fb. Afterwards CS told me how she was in a relationship and not to try and hit on her not even talk to her because I gave off a “creeper” vibe.

I only mention that interaction before this next one because it is chronological and because it was the first time I can ever trace back to the two of them working together against me. So after that CS starts going after another guy not gonna give him a special name but let’s just say he was terrible I mean really bad. Him and CS meet up once bang them he tells her all these lies about emotional damage and how they have to keep things a secret but still wants to be together. She believes him but he ghosts her she gets worried and has me look into from my end with an old friend. Now here two things happen that to this day I’m happy happened because it let me later on get my revenge the first was I created a second fb account pretending to be a girl the next was CS gave me full access to her fb.

Now like I said this dude was bad news he was cheating on her didn’t even need to catfish him just sent him a friend request and got dp back. Then I learned from some friends he did this serially and then ran across a girl who after I asked her about him responded “that’s the man that raped me don’t contact me again.”

I gathered all this evidence and brought it to CS and she flat out refused to believe it was real claiming I had faked it and was just jealous of him and that she and I were never going to be friends again. I said ok and we stopped being friends.

Now then that was my interaction with CS, after we broke off our friendship I started messaging RB and we became friends little did I know the real story behind them. I’ll be quicker with this than with RB but to put it lightly she was worse she would constantly have me just give her money and buy her things like expensive things. I never felt like I could say no because if I did she would give a sob story about her sad childhood and me being a bleeding heart would cave.

This went on for two years during which time I got a lot better more self confident and a better all around person but i always would go back to my sad self when she would belittle me. Finally I had had enough I told her to stop messaging me and we weren’t friends anymore. She took it hard dragging my name thru the mud at the end of it I had one friend left.

Skip ahead two months and I’m feeling way better I’m smiling more often no longer wanna take my own life and am feeling great. But I was still upset about everything that had happened but couldn’t do anything that was until I got bored one day and was looking thru my phone and saw something interesting. CS’s account was still logged into my phone a second profile. On a lark I tried opening it it let me she hadn’t changed her password and had given it permission to just sign in.

I thought I was just gonna have a weird voyeuristic look into her life but what I found was even worse a fb group that was literally called “Mean Girls Club” in it I found 5 girls including RB and CS all talking about what they were getting guys to buy them and do for them. It was horrid to look at I scrolled up and up and up all the way to the first message and it went back years. I don’t know how but these 5 had been doing it for so long it was crazy.

It was then I started to form a plan. The first thing I did was screen shot everything and when I mean everything I mean I had thousands of pictures from this including but not limited to pictures of stuff they had bought or had bought for them. Nudes of their partners or of people they were interested in and then the biggest one a shared drop box folder filled with pictures and videos of them doing a lot of nasty stuff I mean really bad. Apparently this whole thing was set up so that none of them could stop nor back down at anytime due to the blackmail Dropbox and the fact the rest of the group would back the others.

I know this is crazy to understand but let me put it this way from what I gathered to OG group was a total of 8 girls and 1 guy the numbers that left all were told they would be ruined and boy was it bad. I read about them making some of the people leaving lose their jobs and families falsely accusing the one guy of rape of which if what they said was true he was forced to move to another state because of the rumors.

On top of that they ruined a local store making them go out of business and then getting another guy thrown in jail after they accused him of attacking one of them. I can list plenty of what they did that was bad but mostly all of it was them bragging about guys they were using for stuff and money and what they could get them to buy them. I of course was on there as was everything I ever bought them totaling around 5500 over two years. The two of them CS and RB were so proud of what they did.

I was astonished by what had happened and was honestly very hurt by it all I knew they were bitches but nothing of this level. So I did what anybody would do I turned them against each other. The first thing I did was use my fake profile to enter into the group chat under the guise of a friend of CS’s. Took some time and creative use of the two profiles but I did it then moved onto insight some war by messaging each of them about the others of the course of a month I had them all suspicious of each other with some he said she said then I struck with one reveal.

I sent RB’s bf a message from CS’S profile in sighting them to openly flirt then took a step back and told RB about it. All the while with my fake profile I told CS that RB wanted to burn her by sending out her blackmail then I messaged the rest relaying info on the upcoming conflict telling them to prepare to burn another person if someone else struck (think start of world war 1 but with 20 something girls). 3 hours was all it took from went that past message went out to the first “bomb” fell. It was glorious each one destroying the other telling significant others about lies cheating and theft. Jobs being called about misuse of company property and inappropriate behavior in the work place. Full on sex tapes were posted to tons of porn sites.

It was three months later that the dust cleared everyone but CS had deleted their social media accounts. It was then that CS started in on my fake account demanding for some form a of repayment stating she had never added me to the the group and that no one had had any dirt on me so I was unscathed. I responded with “Well let’s just say I’m a bitch, the names Karma.”

I deleted the profile and lost the login info for CS. I keep the Dropbox stuff though and screenshots since I’m sure if they ever put two and two together they could guess who I was. But now a full year later nothing.

I’ve not been able to know more then the basic repercussions of this sense I didn’t know the other three personally but RB ended up homeless for a few months before going to jail sense some of the blackmail was a video of her doing drugs while skipping a court date about drug use (she openly stated in the video the date and that the courts could suck it and told them later she was helping a friend go thru some hard time to get an extension) jail due to her breaking parole and lying to a judge. CS lost her day job and all but around 30 of over 5k followers as well as her bf who she was cheating on then he back up bf since she was cheating on him with another guy who was just in it for the sex. Last I heard she moved back in with her parents and can’t keep a job due to her running into people who know what happened.

TL:DR Got emotionally and financially used by two girls and then made their mean girl chat destroy each other’s lives.

PS if rslash is reading this hope you know you inspired me to share this because your vids are amazing.

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