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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 180

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Lance cleaned. He cleaned like a vampire possessed. Nothing escaped his cleaning. From the top of the house to the bottom was vacuumed, mopped, scrubbed, washed, packed and organised. He didn’t stop for sleep. The door to the nursery was shut. The room taboo in the household. Every trace of Keith’s scent was washed away. Keith’s things packed up neatly. Some things slightly tear damaged and a photo frame may now be glassless as it’d been hurled out the bedroom window in a fit of anger. Kosmo didn’t escape. He got bathed, groomed, nails clipped, and bedding washed. Blue got extra wet food, plenty of snuggles, and carried around as she protested loudly.

Stripping his bed, he told himself he was being stupid sleeping with so many blankets. He was a grown man, and grown men didn’t act this way. He also didn’t stop limiting his strength. Able to lift most furniture one handed as he vacuumed, then again as he ran the mop over the floor. Frustrated at the lack of speed with human appliances, he’d nearly hurled the washing machine outside in a fit of rage when the rinse cycle took too long. If Keith couldn’t love him any more, he needed to stop relying on him and believing in love like a dumb teen. Show after show was deleted from his watch lists. He’d have deleted the whole section off streaming if he could have. Matt and Rieva were in Platt so Keith could get used to their scents before the moon, leaving him alone, after asking Pidge and Hunk for some space and time to rest up.

Every single particle of his house reminded him of Keith. Every joke they’d shared. Every dumb plan they’d made. The scratches in the floorboards from where Keith tried to kill him. All the good times. By the time he was done, the only scent in the air was the “pine fresh” scent of aerosol disinfectant and cat poop from Blue’s litter tray. When the house was clean, he started baking. In all his cleaning, he’d forgotten Keith’s favourite coffee cup. Seeing it sitting next to the coffee machine, he missed the other half of his soul that didn’t seem to exist any more.

Keith... Keith didn’t know what to make of the world anymore. Fangs. Claws. Yellow eyes. A rage inside him that couldn’t be contained. He didn’t know left from right. Everyone was a foe. Everyone including the one person who absolutely hadn’t been. Lance. Lance who smelt like something he wanted to roll in. Lance who’s egos made him all weird and jumpy, and this weird other messed up self mad for no reason that he could understand. He didn’t know it’d be like this. This... this existence. He didn’t know this and he didn’t know himself anymore.

He was scared. He was scared of the world. He was scared of himself. Lance came and said a lot of things to him, and he didn’t get it. Lance was being kind and sweet, but he was just so angry. He hated this. Lance hated him. Then Lance loved him. Then Lance was leaving. Then Lance wanted him at the scan. Then he didn’t. Then he was gone. And he didn’t get it. He didn’t get why he opened his mouth and said the wrong thing. He’d driven Lance away from him. They’d been so happily in love. Every single touch radiated love. He didn’t really remembered mad at Lance. Coran said that was coma related and okay. He just... didn’t... How could he be around Lance when he was this mad?

Starting small, Keith wasn’t allowed out the medical wing. He’d Shiro twice. The third time he couldn’t look at him. His ego saying some not so nice things about his brother. He got Shiro didn’t want him to die and that he’d thought this Keith’s only chance. But Lance didn’t like him like this. He didn’t like him like this. Everything was too much, but it didn’t stop coming and he didn’t know what to do. He was being too blunt. Krolia had tried to have a conversation with him, but then he’d gotten all cranky and before he knew it he’d broken the hospital table in front of him. He couldn’t do anything right. He just... wanted Lance. He wanted Lance to fix things. To fix him. The furthest he’d gone since turning was down the hall and back again, to get him used to sounds. God. He hated sounds. He didn’t see how he’d ever get used to things he’d never noticed before. As he sat waiting patiently, he could see Coran on the phone outside the room. He looked worried and Keith knew he’d taken the call outside so Keith couldn’t hear what he said. They were probably organising his execution order instead of letting him go see Lance.

Letting himself back into the room, Coran looked upset. He smelt funny. If old man had a scent that smelt slightly like mushrooms were growing on him, that’d be the closest thing to Coran’s scent he could come up with. Sitting down, Coran rested his head in his hands. This was Lance related and Keith fucking knew it. His ego disgustingly annoying. How could it be okay with Lance hurting, and hurting for Lance? How Matt, Rieva, and Lance made a family, he didn’t know

“What is it? He doesn’t want me there, does he?”

With a pained groan, Coran raised his head. The man seemed as if he hadn’t been sleeping well. Actually, this had to make the top 20 times he’d seen Coran stressing

“Well. What happened?!”

Keith had noticed he’d turned into Krolia 2.0 with the bluntness. He could see why werewolves were thought of as dicks, because he felt like a bag of ducks deserving a dick punch

“I’m sorry, my boy. I think you may have to stay here. Rieva and Matt returned home today... Lance has had a bit of a breakdown”

What did Lance have to be having a breakdown over?! He wasn’t suddenly a werewolf. There went this stupid poxy new ego of his. He didn’t like it

“What do you mean?”

“He’s cleaned the house and shut himself up in his office”

That didn’t sound that unusual. Lance took pride in his house being neat and organised. Plus Pidge and Hunk would keep him from going too far into his head

“He left two days ago”

Keith wanted to shut up. Why did he have to be so angry? Why did his ego see Lance hitting the end of his mental rope as weak. Lance wasn’t weak at all. He was strong, kind and very beautiful. Why did every emotion have to be anger. Happy, nope, better glare at the world. Confused, whelp, better snap. Actually angry, here came the growls, snarls, and claws. Lance was beautiful. But suffered from low self esteem and anxiety. He knew that... But how did he know that? He wasn’t Keith anymore. He shouldn’t know things about human Keith’s life.

“Yes. It seems he told Hunk and Pidge he came to rest, cleaned the house, and locked himself away, instead of resting. Rieva said he’s stripped and remade his bed”

What was wrong with that? That’s what he normally did

“I must go to him”

“He’s probably just working”

“Keith, you misunderstand. Rieva said he’s... not in a good state”

“Lance loves cleaning”

“His bed only had one blanket on it. He’d denying himself the comfort of a nest, and gone against his instincts to nest. The staff barely managed to bring him out of labour. He doesn’t know how close he truly came to things being too late. I fear he wishes to do something very stupid. He called Curtis, asking if Curtis had ever heard of vampire returning to being a human”

Why would Lance want to be human again? Okay. Lance had always wanted to be human again. But he couldn’t carry the twins if he was human. His ego didn’t like that. It kind of liked the twins. It was a weird feeling. Like pride and confusion. What did Lance gain from being human. He wouldn’t...

“He wants to be human again because of me”

“I fear so. Curtis called Rieva, not knowing she and Matt were returning. They’ve both being commuting for work as it was. Lance feels that you cannot love him because he’s a vampire”

Keith let out a shaky breath. Ego angry. Him... shaken. That didn’t sound safe or sane. Two weeks was a lifetime when their lives were so messed up..

“If you’re going to see him, can I come?”

Coran lifted his head

“I don’t know, my boy. You’re still going through the changes of being turned. Your ego is currently unpredictable...”

“But Lance is hurting!”

With a shaky breath, Coran let his head drop again

“He’s been hurting for a long time. He didn’t wish the turn upon you. He and Shiro haven’t spoken to my knowledge since you woke. He requested we not be mad at Shiro, knowing Shiro was in an impossible situation with me unable to do anything. I tried all I could. But each time I adjusted your quintessence you had a negative effect. Initially when you were comatosed, Lance’s presence kept you stable. You seemed to know he was there, despite that being quite impossible. He made you a nest, gathered things of comfort, trying to make this transition less scary for you. But as strong as he is, he couldn’t help but lose his cool when it came to you. He combatted his depression staying by your side to care for you. He still loves you a great deal. Any actions you perceive were done in pity, were done in with great love and respect. He knew his presence may lead to insanity by overwhelming you with his own ego, that is the sole reason he left. He placed your health and needs above his own... It was agonising to watch”

And what had he done? Lost his cool because he didn’t know why there now felt like were two of him in his body? Told Lance he wanted to die? That he’d rather be dead than with him

“I hurt him”

“I spoke with Allura. Lance understands. He too went through the change, though he was much younger and slept longer before waking. Vampires also don’t rely on the first full moon to stabilise their egos. She said Lance was most distraught over having broken your trust in him”

This was what Keith didn’t get. How Lance could love him when he wasn’t Keith anymore. Lance smelt weird, but maybe it wasn’t a bad kind of a weird. It was kind of a weird that made him want to roll around in it

“Coran. I don’t know. He loved Keith. I’m not Keith anymore”

Coran chuckled, the sound turning deep into a proper laugh. Trying to recompose himself, the fae wiped at his eyes as Keith clenched his hands, angry automatically

“Sorry, lad. If you’re not Keith, then I don’t know who you are. Just because you’re now a werewolf doesn’t mean you’ll forget being human, or have a whole new identity. You’re still Keith, you just Keith with a little extra now. Goodness me, don’t tell me you’ve been fighting with your memories. You’re still you, my boy! Yours and Lance’s quintessence are still very much connected. That may have wavered but it’s still there. Fancy thinking you weren’t Keith. That would be like Matt not being Matt. I will say, once the moon passes you will notice I real change in my our ego”

Keith felt like of how Kosmo looked each time he had to scold him. He didn’t know how this worked. All Lance’s explanations on ego seemed lacking, not that Lance hadn’t tried, he’d thought he got. He didn’t. He was so tired of being angry, but was angry at himself for being angry so it was kind of like being stuck in an infuriating loop

“So I’m still me?”

He didn’t feel like him. He wouldn’t be so angry at Lance if he was him

“You are, my boy. I know it’s very scary right now, but things will be better. You managed not to snarl at Matt the last time he visited. That’s excellent progress for a wolf who wasn’t been touched by the moon”

He hadn’t liked being visited. He felt like a caged animal on display

“Will this anger ever go away?”

“With time. Oh, dear. We really must be going to see Lance. Any later and you’ll transform in the car. I’m most anxious to drive again today. I’ve been practicing”

Coran still couldn’t drive. Keith frustrated and feeling quite ill well before leaving city limits. The restlessness he felt seemed to have turned his stomach into a pit of snakes. He could hear the way the car gears screamed in abuse each time Coran tried to change gear. This was not fun. Maybe it’d have been safer for him to stay at VOLTRON for his first full moon. Matt and Rieva always seemed to be particularly horny and energised before it happened, but they weren’t douches to Lance like he’d been. He hadn’t even asked Coran for a phone to talk to Lance, as Lance had suggested he did. The amount of faith a vampire seemed to have in him made his ego go all weird. How was he supposed to be with Lance if he seemed to hate the mere fact his boyfriend existed?

And that was another thing. Were they still boyfriends? Like, boyfriend boyfriends? Or estranged boyfriends? Lance didn’t come see him until Shiro went running to him. His Lance would have flipped the world off and stayed. This Lance wasn’t acting right. Like Lance was mad and he could feel it in the air. He didn’t get it. If this was his Lance, than why did he have to be mean and cruel to feel better? He felt like everyone who’d ever bullied him had taken over his body and now he enjoyed inflicting pain as much he did.

Reaching Lance’s house, things felt stranger than ever. He knew the house. He knew the drive. He knew it, but it was as if he was seeing everything all over again. The sounds of nature made him feel as if he had that chirping arsehole symphony of cicadas playing just for him. He could smell cow shit... something dead... Lance... as well as two werewolves. Lance always said they smelt like wet dog. He supposed there was a definite trace of that. Matt didn’t smell awful, but he did smell like he needed to be on guard around him. Rieva smelt nicer. Like flowers and girly shit... and stuff. Matt was pretty growly too. Apparently sniffing someone’s mate was a no go, even if you’re only trying to tell your ego that they’re not a threat.

Opening the door, Kosmo came bounding out. His precious boy all paws and no grace as he crashed into Keith, knocking him on his arse as he took a paw to his junk

“Kosmo!”

Kosmo yipped as he gave exactly zero fucks, pushing Keith down and laying on top of him. What the hell was this? Kosmo had knocked him down in the past, but wasn’t he supposed to be a powerful werewolf now. And why was he laying on him. Coming out the house, Rieva came jogging over, Keith growling at her sending Kosmo bolting away from him with his tails between his legs

“That’s enough out of you. Coran, thank you for coming. Keith... what are you thinking letting Kosmo climb on you? He’ll never respect you as his owner if you let him boss you around”

Keith spluttered. His ego bruised enough over being taken out Kosmo

“Me? He knocked me down!”

Rieva placed her hands on her hips as she stared down at him

“Because he’s missed his human. He’s been glued to Lance’s side until Lance shut him out the office. Coran, I think it’s best you go see Lance right away. The sun will be setting soon and Keith needs a run down on what to expect”

Coran took the weirdness in his stride. All their friends were so goddamn weird

“Right you are, my girl! Matt not here?”

“He’s around the back trying to stop Lance if he tries to climb out the window. I did tell him Lance was too pregnant to be running off, but you know Matt”

“I’ll make sure to talk some sense into Lance. You two enjoy your run. Please don’t let Keith do anything stupid”

“Coran, you know Keith. He and Lance are very stupid”

Coran winked at the pair of them

“In all the right ways. Rightyo, I’ll see you two later”

Left with Rieva, Keith continued to stare up at her. He’d only come to see Lance, this whole moon thing made little sense

“Stop staring. You’ll be changing soon, and I suggest you not do it in the drive way”

“I’ll be changing?”

“You’ll be meeting your wolf side tonight. The first step is getting naked”

Oh no. Not more nudity. He wasn’t okay with the nudity

“I... uh...”

Rieva thrust her hand out

“You can’t deny it. You feel the energy don’t you? We feel it. Like there’s electricity in your body with no where for it to go”

“How do you know?”

Rieva rolled her eyes at him

“I’ve been a werewolf for years now. I think I know when I meet a newly turned wolf. Though you are rather sane so that does make talking easier”

“I don’t feel very sane”

“You’d be feeling differently if you weren’t. Tearing at your own skin by now. I was not entirely convinced in Coran’s methods, but you have definitely changed”

“What methods? He had someone bite me while I was unconscious”

“He did no such thing. He even chose a different werewolf at the request of Lance, trying to spare you the awkwardness of having one of us sure you. Now, out to the back with you. Unless you want your clothes destroyed when you turn”

Reluctantly Keith took Rieva’s hand. He didn’t feel like he was going to turn into anything. He just felt... cranky. Scowling at Rieva, Rieva ignored his mood, leading him off behind the house.

Matt gave up his window duties when Keith and Rieva came around the corner. Kalternecker letting out a lazy moo, eyeing him with zero interest

“Keith! Oh, man! Look at you. How do you feel?”

“Cranky”

“I remember my first time. Rieva turned me on a moon, so I was lucky there. We’ll have you back to normal soon enough”

“Matt, be nice. He’s still developing his ego. Keith, how do you feel?”

“Like I want to punch myself in the dick”

Rieva giggled at him

“We’ll the moon is in the sky. But you really do need to strip off. It won’t be long now”

“Can I not?”

“And have Lance sew your clothes back together? I think he’s having a hard enough time as it is. The house has never looked cleaner”

“Lance cleans all the time”

“Ah, but this time he cleaned Blue’s litter tray twice, before crying when she messed it up a third time. Now, clothes off!”

Keith hid himself behind Lance’s roses to strip. Matt and Rieva not caring as they stripped off in the backyard. Matt scolded for not picking up his clothes. Keith didn’t get how Matt’s ego could take it... and look happy about it. Whistling as he dropped his pants, Keith glared at Rieva who clapped her hands

“Take it off!”

“Fuck off”

Matt chuckled at him. Keith wanted to thump him

“Oooh, this is going to be so much fun. Have you gone over ground rules?”

Rieva shook her head

“Not yet. But you can, if you’d like?”

“Okay, man! Listen up. Rieva is my mate. She sets where we go and how far we go. If we get horny, you go away. I’m not to blame if you come too close to my mate. That’d be like me watching you and Lance have sex... actually, that wouldn’t be too bad, but it’d be more like me being in the middle of it and I’d prefer to keep my balls. You stay with us. If you get lost, stay where you are. We can sniff you out. You don’t come back to the house until the sunrises again. No chasing humans and no going near town. Pack playing is a thing. We fight and we bite, but it’s not to hurt each other. Oh! Don’t wake Lance up. And don’t try to hump a stray dog... What am I forgetting?”

“The most important thing. You’ll be overwhelmed. You’ll want to run. Let yourself run. It’s good for you. It gets the good feelings going. You’ll only be able to partly control your ego, so you’ll howl and do all sorts of wolf things that you don’t need to be embarrassed about. You’ll probably feel really horny too”

This didn’t sound fun. Rieva and Matt kept staring at him

“What?”

“We’re waiting for you to come out of there”

“I don’t think I want to”

“Dude, get used to the nudity. Babe, can I shift now?”

“If you want to. I can watch Keith”

“As long as that’s all you do”

Rieva wrapped her arms around Matt, the pair sharing a very passionate kiss. He used to kiss Lance like that. He missed Lance. Why couldn’t Lance be a werewolf? Then he’d be able to be with him... Shifting into a wolf, Keith noticed things he hadn’t noticed before when the pair had turned. Like the way Matt’s bones cracked in a way that sounded like agony. Lance looked so cute when he “batted out”. A little ball of anger that fit nicely under Keith’s chest and fed off his fingers with those razor sharp teeth of his.

Nudging at Rieva’s leg, Rieva ruffled the fur between Matt’s ears

“I’ll join you soon. Why don’t you race to the back fence and back, warm up a bit for tonight?”

Matt nudged up into Rieva’s hand, before fixing Keith in the gaze of his yellow eyes. Keith feeling like someone had doused him in cold water. Rieva was Matt’s mate. If he touched her, Matt would tear his throat out. How this was going to be fun, Keith didn’t know.

Uncomfortable being naked, Keith sat on the grass. Blades stabbing into his bare arse as he hugged his knees to his chest and waited for something to happen. His butt felt wet and he didn’t like it. With his keen sense of smell, he knew he wasn’t sitting where Matt had peed. He’d never noticed how much things smelt. From outside he could smell the scent of tea on the air. He’d heard Lance answer the door to Coran. Lance knew he was here, but he hadn’t come out... and Keith didn’t like it

“Stop thinking. Let the feeling build”

Easy for Rieva to say. She wasn’t stuck in this weird arse situation. Looking back at the house, he wanted Lance to appear in the doorway

“He won’t come out. It’s safer for him and your twins to stay inside”

“He doesn’t even want me here”

Rieva smacked his arm

“Don’t be stupid”

“He wanted to know how to be human again. He doesn’t like me like this”

“He adores you”

“That’s why I’m here and he couldn’t care less”

“If you’re going to be like this, I’ll leave you alone for your first turn”

“No one asked you stay! Go on then”

“Damn it. We both know I wouldn’t. Being a werewolf isn’t too terrible”

“Says you”

“Yes. Says me. Both Matt and I enjoy a relative non limiting normal life. It is possible... oh, I’m going to shift... I can feel the changing coming. It’ll hurt for your first time, but as fast as your body is breaking, it is healing. The more you change your form, the less it’ll hurt”

Rieva shifted into her wolf form, howling at Matt who was running around like an idiot. It disturbed Keith that he could see the pair. Running over to his mate, he tackled Rieva down, Rieva nipping at Matt’s ear, before looking at Keith as if to ask him why he hadn’t turned. How should he know? He was sitting. The slimmest line of red had already disappeared. Maybe he was broken wolf? That’d be hilarious. And just about on par with his life. Opening his mouth to the tell pair to fuck off, he felt the bones in his hands start to shift, horrified as his skin slowly rippled and tuffs to fur pushed through. The pain was immense, yet he couldn’t help but scream when that pain hit his chest and he could literally feel his ribs cracking. Rieva was right. The pain was weird, he could feel it, then came this almost rush of release on its heels.

Turning for the first time took time. His body writhing on the grass before the pain finally left and he was left feeling limp. Looking down to his hands, he saw big black paws. With all the grace of Kosmo after taking a thermometer up the butt, Keith rose to his feet, everything seemed so much bigger, clearer... with a growl, he got that Matt wanted him to follow him. Keith trying to work out how to move his legs. He felt like he looked like one of those cats from the videos where the owner puts cardboard rolls on their legs and they walk funny. He didn’t like it. He swayed like he was drunk. He could smell way too much. The dew on the grass. The birds in the trees... and his hearing... He could hear the TV on in the house, but somehow knew Lance wasn’t watching it. Miserably failing at walking, his legs got tangled and he fell.

Matt didn’t laugh at him. Keith confused by the fellow wolf’s actions as he trotted over started pushing into Keith’s side. Oh. Matt was trying to get him back on his feet... his feet that felt weirdly big. They’d said he’d lose control... was he supposed to be thinking in wolf? Was he thinking in wolf and his brain translating to human? Or was he thinking in wolf and just knew what it meant? Raising his moist nose, he sniffed the air. Something smelt really, really good... and he wanted to pee on it. Growling at him, Matt practically shoved him onto his feet. Keith stretching out each step. He knew how to human walk, but four legs... they didn’t move like his arms and legs. His ego was laughing at him. Mocking him. It was so weird. It didn’t have an actual voice yet he understood it so clearly. He was a wolf. He was a werewolf. Top of the chain. His actions were disgracing himself and the werewolf community.

Not moving fast enough, Matt nipped on his ear. Keith letting out a whine so pathetic he wanted to be scooped up like when Kosmo was a puppy and carried around. He could scent Lance way too clearly. His ego like “Who the fuck is this!?”, while his heart longed to see Lance and show him he’d made it through to this stage. Casting his gaze up to the moon, he really could feel something there. An imaginary tug. Almost as if the moon was so much closer to Earth than it should be. He couldn’t see the craters on the moon, yet it shone pretty damn prettily up there in the blue black inkyness of the sky.

Moving back to his side, Rieva nudged his front foot with her equally wet nose. Matt growling at the pair of them as Keith breathed in her scent. Parts of him were tingling, but not for her. What was this? 30 seconds in and he was horny? Is that what it was always like? He could smell Matt wanted Rieva as badly as Rieva wanted Matt. He wanted to bite Matt, but this was all so weird. Nudging his foot again, Keith took a cautious step forward, stretching out his leg then not sure how to make the rest of his body reach his front paw. The grass was squishy... squishy and he could feel the grains of sand against his paws. He didn’t like it. His body wanted to run, but there he was... not even able to walk. Whining sadly, Rieva huffed, knocking into him, and making him fall back over. Why did he have to have four legs?! No one needed four legs! Is this why octopi had 8. Because four sucked?

Rieva and Matt ended up boxing him in. Keith moving his legs to match their steps. He felt huge compared to them. Their paws seemed nicer than his huge black ones. His huge black ones just wanted to trip him over... He must have got the hang of it though, before he knew he’d done it, he’d reached the back fencing with the pair of them. Casting a glance back at Lance’s, he could still pick up traces of Lance. He didn’t want to cross the fence line, but his new pack gave him no choice. Rieva going first to show him how it was done, then when he failed and got his legs tangled up again, Matt grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him over the wooden fencing and off towards the wooded area in the distance.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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kauladoeswriting · 4 years ago

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Life Will Change, Chapter 2

Summary: All things considered, the first visit to school could have gone much worse.

Fandom: Rockman.EXE/Persona 5 Fusion

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April 17th, 2016 Morning

When Enzan awoke, it was not to the jail cell.

He was staring up at the ceiling of his room that Meijin had given him to live in, and the blankets on the bed were soft and fluffy, not the thing scratchy ones. Looking around the room, there was no sight of iron bars, strangers in blue uniforms, or a creepy old man behind a desk.

He wasn’t in jail. It was just a dream. And it felt way too real, like instead of being figments of his imagination, these people, this… Igor, Iris, Colonel were people he could get to know. But that was insane. Right?

“Enzan-kun! It’s time to get up!” That snapped Enzan out of his reverie about his weird dream. Meijin had come to wake him up? He could even be bothered to help? He shook it off. It was nothing. Just doing his job as a caretaker for the next year. Doesn’t want to be inconvenienced. Right. “Enzan-kun!” “I’m up!” He called back, pushing himself out of bed. It was time to be awake, and solving his dreams was secondary to solving his real world problems at his current point in time. For now, he’d worry about going to his new school and meeting the principal. To feel out his new contract that he was going to have to follow, whether he really wanted to or not.

“I made you breakfast! You’ll want the energy before facing the school!” He got himself his nicest casual outfit before opening the door. Meijin smiled and flashed him a thumbs up before disappearing downstairs. With a roll of his shoulder, Enzan followed him. Time to eat. Whatever that breakfast may be. The what didn’t matter to Enzan very much.

Truthfully, he should have expected it to just be a bowl of cereal. He can’t imagine someone would be willing to go with something more complex for someone like him. (Though it was worth noting that Meijin himself had a bowl of cereal as well.) At least it was one of the sweeter cereals; unbecoming as it may have been for someone of his stature, it had always been a guilty pleasure.

“Weslyn told me that you haven’t been to a public school before.”

Enzan paused with the spoon midway to his mouth, caught slightly off guard by the question. He didn’t know he why he was surprised the other would try to make conversation over a meal. Social ettiquette said that making light conversation over a meal was a good thing.

Enzan set the spoon back into the bowl. “No, I have not. Father thought it was below someone like us.”

“You probably shouldn’t stop eating; The cereal will get all soggy.” When it was clear that Mijin wasn’t going to say anything else until he went back to eating, Enzan picked his spoon back up to continue working on the food. “Let me guess; School was all private tutors, for you?”

Enzan nodded. “Yes it was. Father was adamant that I was to recieve only the finest education that money could buy me.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

Enjoy it? “It served its purposes. I learned what I needed to learn to succeed in life and eventually take over Father’s business.” There was no room in that life for enjoying something as mundane as school. There were far more important things to worry about.

Meijin raised his eye brows. “That wasn’t what I asked, Enzan-kun.” He gestured at Enzan with the spoon in his hand. “I asked if you enjoyed private tutoring.”

At least eating the cereal bought Enzan some time to think before he had to answer that. Did he enjoy it? “I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it. But it did what it needed to do, and I have already gotten a decent education.”

Meijin acknowledged that he was heard, though he didn’t say anything else right away. “Unfortunately, your probation requires you to attend a public school. Will you be able to handle it?”

That was almost offensive. “I know how to handle myself in public. It can’t be that bad.” He most likely already knew the material, so it was a matter of keeping his head down and not worrying about the other students. He would behave himself.

(He almost liked the idea of the structure school was going to provide to his day, in lieu of working.)

“I hope it’s as easy for you as you are expecting then.” Meijin finished off the milk in his bowl before getting up to put it in the sink. “Finish up soon, okay? We’ve got to get to the school to meet your teachers.”

Meeting teachers. Enzan was really looking forward to that - not. They’d all know who he was before he even stepped foot into the school, and he wasn’t looking forward to being judged before he even opened his mouth there.

But if Enzan knew anything, it was business, and he had confidence he’d be able to prove himself both a capable student and a well behaved one.

“Just keep your head up okay? Regardless of what happens at the school today.”

The encouragement drew a small smile out of Enzan, for the briefest of moments. It was too soon to tell, of course, but it seemed his placement wasn’t going to be so bad.

Now, he needed to finish his food before he made Meijin wait too long for him. ...Gross. It seemed like he had made the cereal wait too long already.

----

When Enzan was ready, it was only 8 AM, and they’d have plenty of time to get to the school just to meet his teachers. He couldn’t tell if he was excited or not; All he could do was wait and see what would happen.

By driving, the school wasn’t that far away, making the drive in a mere twenty minutes. This wouldn’t be the norm for his day to day commute, since Meijin couldn’t drive him every single day. The instructions were simple enough though.

And then they were there. Actually in front of the school that Enzan was probably going to graduate from. He wasn’t totally sure what he had been expecting when he came face to face with the school; maybe something a little more like a prison, like all those stupid tv shows that came on when it was way too late and he needed the background noise to push through that last little bit of paperwork.

Instead it just looked like a nice, decent sized school building. An older girl with slightly curly blonde hair was hauling some dirt around by the steps as she tended to the potted flowers, and held a conversation with another girl with red hair pulled into a ponytail. A few kids lounged in the yard, likely intending to be there for as long as they could manage before having to begin the school day properly.

“Enzan-kun, do you want to just stand there all day?”

Enzan jumped, snapping out of his reverie quickly. “Ah, no. I’m sorry, let’s go in.”

Meijin chuckled. “Have you never been this close to a school before?”

“No. There’s a lot of people.” The statement rang even more true as they stepped into the main foyer of the school. “I’m not sure what I expected.”

“You’ll have to adapt to this quickly, you know. But you seem like a smart kid, you’ll figure it out.” He had a lot of confidence in Enzan for some reason. “Now. We need to find our way to the third floor? I think?” Meijin dug around in his pocket and pulled a guide out with a noise of triumph. “It’s been a bit since I’ve been here!”

“You went here?”

“Aaaaah, that’s not important right now. What’s important is finding where the principal’s office is.” He looked over the paper - a map? Maybe Enzan should look into obtaining one for himself, that would help greatly with his first few days. Still. “... Was going here a bad thing for you?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. Why dodge the question?

“Why don’t you ask me later, yeah? Okay, I think it’s on the third floor.”

Frustrated, but realizing that he probably wasn’t going to get any sort of straight answer for the time being, Enzan shoved his hands in his pockets, and followed after Meijin, eyes scanning back and forth across the halls, trying to commit all the locations to memory. Even without a map, he wanted a basic idea of how to get around.

He didn’t need to get lost and make a fool of himself on opening day.

The bell rang, as kids started making their ways to class. As they made their ways up to the third floor, Enzan caught sight of flyers for the computer club plastered all over the bulletin boards, boasting an ‘incredible look into invention and programming’ and ‘working with rare, precious devices’ for ‘a small upkeep fee paid directly to the teacher.’

It looked interesting, and like something he might want to do at some point into the future, but alas, he was broke. He didn’t exactly have Father’s backing, and without it, he lacked funds of any kind.

It was okay. He’d live, no matter how fun it looked. Still, even just getting to work on technology for fun would have been a great way to pass the year...

Meijin was right in guessing it was on the third floor. He took a breath to steele himself, not knowing what he’d find on the other side of the door, meeting the principal and his homeroom teacher.

“Get your game face on, kid.” Meijin gives him an encouraging smile. “This meeting might just decide your future.” Enzan had faced business meetings scarier than this. He’d be fine, he knew exactly how to conduct himself in situations like this.

(That didn’t stop the butterflies in his stomach. They’d be looking at him like he was a criminal; there’s no way he’d meet even more adults willing to accept his past like Meijin did.)

The open door revealed and revealed an older man with a white beard and a striking black and red suit, accompanied by a much younger woman, with brown hair in two buns on the sides of her head and a nice, simple dress.

“You must be Ijuuin Enzan and his guardian, Eguchi Meijin, correct?” The man is flipping through some paperwork on his desk. More than likely it was Enzan’s own transfer papers.

“Yes, that is me.” Enzan nodded his head in greeting.

While Enzan had gone for polite, Meijin didn’t bother with the veneer of formalacy. “Yo! Just Meijin will be fine.”

The woman seemed amused at least, hiding a smile behind her hand, while the principal just glared at him, before gesturing for them both to sit down. “Let’s make this quick, I’m a busy man, and we have more things to deal with than the riffraff who is lucky we took him in.”

Meijin’s smile faded into something more serious. Enzan merely had to close his eyes to calm himself for a half a second. There was no need to have such an aggressive greeting, sure, but he had dealt with much worse in business meetings. He’d carry on just fine.

“Sir, there’s no need to-” The woman spoke up, but the principal waved her off.

“It’s unimportant, Mariko.” The woman, apparently Mariko, stepped back with a slight shake of her head. “I am Gauss Magnus, the principal of the school and the one kind enough to allow you to be admitted despite your… unsavory past.”

“And we’re grateful. Let’s get straight to the important stuff, yeah?” Meijin asked, leaning forward. It was almost like his whole demeanor had changed in those few seconds. Maybe the principal’s attitude had bothered him too.

“Right. There’s no need for lollygagging around. Simply put, Ijuuin-kun here is in a very precarious position, and we’re taking a big risk in accepting someone with a known record of assault.”

Don’t wince, Enzan. You knew that was coming. “So we have some ground rules we need to lay.”

Enzan nodded. “Get on with it, already.” Meijin said, waving the man to continue with what he was saying. So much for diplomacy? “It should be quite simple. You keep your head down and you don’t cause trouble. I expect exceptional grades from you, based on your academic history.” Mariko looked as though she wanted to say something, based on the papers she was looking at on her clipboard, but gave up when she wasn’t even given room to speak. “You will treat every teacher at this school with respect, and Mariko here will be reporting to me the instant you step out of line.” He saw that coming as well.

This was going to be a long meeting.

----

“He couldn’t think of a single creative thing to say in that whole speech?” It seemed Meijin was more miffed about the whole meeting than Enzan was, if the grumbling was anything to go by. “Could have said that all in a letter and gotten the same effect.”

“It’s just a formality. It’s required by the probation.” Enzan points out, careful to commit the path they’re walking to memory. It’s the same as they walked before, but it never hurt to review and review again.

“I know that.” Evidently, Meijin’s dislike for formalities extended beyond just the way he was addressed.

“I appreciate you staying, despite not wanting to.”

“Don’t mention it, kid.”

“COMING THROUGH!”

Their conversation was interrupted by a brunette boy trying to shove past them with a box of machine parts in his arms. Despite the fact that both Enzan and Meijin tried to vacate his way, his shoulder still hit Enzan, sending both his box and Enzan spiraling to the ground and throwing pieces every where. In turn, the girl that had been right behind him, crashed into him and caused the folder of papers she was holding to flutter into the air and fall like snow.

“Netto, you dummy!” complained the girl, trying futilely to catch a few of the papers before they fell all over the floor.

“Sorry, Meiru-chan!” The boy like wise was trying to gather up the parts that he had scattered everywhere.

“That’s how you break things,” Enzan adds on, getting onto his knees to help the boy, Netto, pick up the parts. “You should slow down.” “I’m already late; he’s gonna kill me…”

“I don’t know why you put up with him.” Meiru says, gathering up her papers with Meijin’s help. “You know why!” he said, flustered. “There’s no time!”

Enzan gave Meijin a bewildered glance as the two friends got up as their stuff was handed back to them, and they tore down the hall with a shout of thanks.

So that happened. Maybe he’ll see those two again and figure out what the deal with that was.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Meijin left him to finish cleaning his room, and he was able to go to sleep early.

Tomorrow would be his first day of school, and he’d be left to face the subways once again to find his way to the school. To begin his education once again, and maybe start making a new life for himself.

His dreams were thankfully free of jail cells and chains.

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Twenty-Eight | On Your Own ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ Vulgarity, blood, death, gun ]

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It’s two am.

And Obito is awake.

And not by choice.

Sitting at his desk with a cheek in a hand, he glowers at the wall in front of him. Not because it’s done him any offence, but because of what lies on the other side.

His neighboring apartment, for about two weeks now, has been playing host to a very fussy, very loud baby. Which has been keeping him up at all hours of the night, depending on when it feels like crying.

Needless to say, it’s been leaving him a little on edge.

Groaning, he drags his hand down his face. He has a very important appointment tomorrow, and he really doesn’t want to be losing any sleep right now. He was just finalizing his plans when the crying started, and now he feels his temper about to snap.

Can’t they shut that thing up?!

Growling as the decibels go up a notch, the pencil in his hand cracks and he stands with such abruptness that his chair nearly clatters over. Enough. He can’t take it anymore. He’s going to go over there and tell these people that they either shut that baby up, or he’ll do it himself.

Permanently.

Obito is, after all, no stranger to death. Having given up on schooling when a life-shattering accident left him too far behind to catch up, he turned to what began as petty crime to get by. And now? He’s barely into his twenties and already an infamous name in the city’s underground as a talented (and therefore expensive) hitman.

...in all reality, of course, he’s not going to hurt a baby. But by God he’s going to make them think he would if it will get him some Goddamn peace and quiet.

Wrenching open his door, he turns to face the proper direction, strutting up and pounding on the next door down. At least he always looks plenty intimidating. Hopefully it won’t take long to scare these idiots into -

He can hear the scrapes of the locks, and he puffs up as the knob turns, the door swinging open to reveal...a girl?

Good grief, is she even an adult?

Her face is pinched with exhaustion and worry, dark shadows under her pale eyes, and...wow, pale everything else. For a moment Obito’s almost convinced she’s a ghost haunting this apartment rather than living in it. But in her arms, still wailing like a banshee, is the baby.

“...uh…”

Suddenly he doesn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting...well, any of this.

But she clearly knows why he’s here.

“I...I’m so sorry,” she offers, voice a bit emphasized to be heard over the babe’s cries. “I’m trying to get her to calm down, I just...I think she’s colicky and she won’t settle. I’m so, so sorry…”

Obito just...blinks. Wait, is…? “...are you here alone?”

Immediately, the question - out of context - makes her stiffen.

He backpedals, hands lifting in defense. “I...I don’t mean like -? I mean...do you not have, uh...anyone else to...to help you?”

Oh no. He’s flipped a switch. As soon as he finishes his inquiry, her lip starts trembling, eyes brimming with tears.

He hates when girls cry…!

Lifting her spare arm, she tries to wipe them away, clinging to her composure by a thread. “N...no...I-I don’t.”

“Where’s the, uh...dad?”

She glances aside, looking ashamed. “...off to college. He didn’t….h-he didn’t want anything getting in the way of his...e-education. So he had his parents give me some money, and...here I am. But it’s already going so fast, and I...I don’t have anywhere else to go. This was the c-cheapest apartment I could find, but...I can’t find a job with her, there’s n-no one who can watch her, so I...I’ve just been sitting here trying to figure out w-what to do…”

Greys lift back to his face. “...I know she’s been d-driving everyone nuts. But she just keeps getting colicky and I don’t know why. I’m really sorry if she’s been keeping you awake. I’ll...I’ll try to get her to bed.”

Obito just...stares. So some jackass knocks her up...and then leaves her to her fate? Throws a little cash at her and calls it good?! What the fuck is wrong with this guy?! “...not to be, uh...creepy. But are you…? Have you graduated?”

“Yes...just last month. She came along two weeks later. I b-barely made it through my last year.”

“...and he’s off scot free, is he?”

“He -!” She hesitates. “...he’s...he already had a full ride. He’s really smart, and -!”

“I don’t give a fuck how smart he is,” Obito cuts in, making her jump. “He’s clearly trash if he did this to you. Fucking prick.”

Looking unsure at his volatile language, she doesn’t have a reply.

“...so you really don’t have anyone else you can ask for help?”

Her posture wilts. “...no. I was in, um...foster care. And my foster parents weren’t...the best. My dad was absent and my mom died when I was little. No other relatives that I know of, so...it’s just me.”

Sighing, Obito rubs at the back of his neck. He already knows what rent is here: it’s cheap, but still too much for anyone without a job. She’s been here two weeks...so rent’s due in another two.

In truth, the only reason Obito sticks around here is because it’s low profile. He has enough cash to upgrade, but staying low works well for him.

This whole situation isn’t sitting right with him...and something about her reminds him of...someone else.

“...first thing’s first. You need a babysitter. Or a...a nanny. Whatever it’s called.”

She blinks. “...but -?”

“Then you can start looking for a job. Odds are you won’t find anything that pays too well. You have a car?”

“N...no -?”

“Then either something within walking distance, or you commute by bus. Or there’s always the kind of job women get in a neighborhood like this, but,” he amends at her offended look, “that’s not...preferable.”

“...I don’t have any money for a -”

“I’ll cover it.”

Her face goes slack in shock, eyes wide.

“...consider it an investment,” he adds, glancing aside to avoid her gaze. “You get this kid on a schedule and get yourself on one too, maybe I won’t be losing so much sleep. My job pays well, and I don’t have much to spend it on, anyway. You need to get a foot in the door. And I know what it is to have no one to lean on.”

Clearly still unable to process his words, she just...stares at him, mouth slightly agape.

“...I’m Obito, by the way.”

“...Ryū…”

“And who’s this?”

She blinks several times before looking down to her baby. By now, she’s settled to a series of whines and half-sobs. “...Amaya.”

“Well Amaya, you’ve been a pain in my ass for two weeks,” Obito offers, hands on his hips and leaning toward the infant. Dark grey eyes - squinted shut as she cries - open as his talking distracts her, drawing her gaze. “So let’s do something about it, hm? Maybe then we can be friends.”

Seemingly entranced, Amaya stares up at him, suddenly quiet.

Both adults go still.

“...um…” Ryū seems at a bit of a loss. “...I think she likes you.”

Obito, staring back at the baby, looks equally confused. “...usually I frighten babies,” he admits, straightening his posture. “With the whole…” He gestures to his face.

“Well, it seems she doesn’t mind,” Ryū counters, managing a tired smile as Amaya sucks on a thumb. “Maybe I can finally put her down for bed…”

“And then I can do the same,” Obito agrees, loosely folding his arms. “I have work tomorrow, but...we’ll talk when I get back.”

“Do you…?”

“Hm?”

Ryū hesitates. “You...you don’t have to do this...I mean, we don’t -?”

“I told you, I have the money. And I need the sleep. Once you get a leg up, you’ll be fine. Not your fault you were dumped here without any help.”

Her expression wilts, and he prays she isn’t going to cry again. “I’ll...I’ll make it up to you! Do you need, um...anything? I could cook, o-or clean! I handled most of all that growing up, so I’m good at it!”

Obito blinks. He...hadn’t considered that. In truth he doesn’t need much cleaning, he’s pretty tidy (and not home much to make a mess anyway). Cooking, on the other hand…

Maybe that can be where they start.

“...all right. We’ll begin there. You can be my, er…” What’s the term?

“Housekeeper…?” Ryū supplies.

“Yes! That way there’s no commute, no fuss...and you can bring her with you, hm?” He gestures to Amaya.

Ryū brightens, looking at him like he just pulled her out of a burning building. “I...o-okay! Um…” She looks around, seeming a bit overwhelmed at the sudden plans. “...should I...wait until you get back tomorrow?”

“Yes. I need to, er...plan how this will work.” And by that he means making sure she doesn’t stumble upon anything...compromising in his apartment, like his selection of weapons and files on his targets.

That would be...unfortunate.

A wide smile blooms across her face. “All right then! I’ll just...wait to hear from you. And…” Her demeanor softens again. “...thank you. You have...no idea what this means to me. To us.”

A bit awkward at the praise, Obito looks aside and clears his throat. “Er...you’re welcome. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The door closes, and Obito mulls over the entire conversation. Not...what he had in mind, but maybe this will work.

...he knows what it is to be left without anywhere to turn, anyone to lean on. But even then, he didn’t have a baby to worry about on top of it all. Poor girl.

...he shouldn’t call her girl. She’s an adult, only three years younger than himself. But...well, he’s aged a lot mentally in his lifestyle. And clearly she’s just getting started. A level one adult, while he feels like he’s at least level fifty after all he’s had to go through.

Sighing, he relishes in the silence as he heads back to his apartment, needing hardly any time to collapse into bed and find sleep.

Come morning...it’s time to get to work.

Going over his target’s file and the plan he’s made to get the job done, Obito packs his sniper rifle and heads out. Dressed in a suit and putting on an air of confidence, he walks right into a private office building and makes his way to a top floor. It’s currently empty, as well as several floors below it, in preparation of new clients.

The perfect opportunity, as his target works just across the street on the same level. He’ll have a shot, and some room to work (and hopefully go unnoticed enough to get out without being caught). Setting up the tripod, he cuts the glass of a window to give the bullet less to travel through, assembling the weapon and awaiting the proper moment.

Settled at the scope, he watches as the executive he’s been paid to off heads into his office, taking a phone call.

All alone.

Adjusting the crosshair to account for the wind, Obito takes a steadying breath, holds it...and fires.

A splatter of red blooms along the wall behind his target, body immediately limp.

Perfect.

Practiced hands then quickly disassemble the gun, getting it back into its case and making his way to the elevator.

By the time anyone heads up to investigate the noise, he’s already heading back out the door. A call to his burner phone confirms the kill, and the wiring of the funds to his account.

All in all, he’s only gone an hour.

Back in his apartment, he finds it’s still quiet. Seems Ryū and Amaya are having a good morning. Changing his clothes and stashing his gun, he then goes about readying his apartment for his guest.

Well...guests, he supposes.

He does have a gun safe, and all of his supplies fit within it. And a locked file cabinet holds all of his research and client information. He highly doubts Ryū’s the type to even begin sneaking around, let alone be able to get past the locks he has in place.

He’s ready.

Heading back to her door, he knocks and awaits an answer. Though still looking exhausted, Ryū appears a bit more perky today than she did yesterday. Maybe she also got some sleep.

“Good morning!”

“Morning. Should we, er...give this a try?”

Nodding, Ryū packs Amaya into a carrier, heading the few steps down the hall and into Obito’s apartment. A few glances show it’s...rather Spartan, with hardly any personal effects, or...even mess.

...does he really need her to -?

“So, uh…” Obito itches at the rear of his neck, trying to think. “I know there’s not much to be cleaned, but...it’s lacking in other ways. I don't go grocery shopping much. I tend to order food rather than cook myself. It’s expensive.”

Ryū blinks. He did say he had the money, though…

“It’s also not healthy. And my money goes to a better place this way anyway,” he adds, seemingly reading her thoughts. “So it’s a win several times over. Now we just need to, er...figure out how this will work.”

“Do you...work regular hours?” she asks, setting Amaya down.

“Not really. I’m a contract worker,” Obito replies, having perfected that lie long ago. “I get a call, I go in. Otherwise I tend to jump about doing other things. I’m at the gym a good bit.” Mostly to keep in shape for his work, but also to help keep his mangled body as limber as he can manage. That and the physical effort keeps him from thinking too much. “So usually I’m not home much anyway.”

Ryū curls a thoughtful hand against her mouth. “...well, I guess I could start with a time in the morning to get breakfast out of the way for you, and then...if you’re gone all day, fix lunches to take with you…? And I can work on other tasks while you’re gone, and have supper ready by a set time, or...you can call if you’re going to be late.”

Obito blinks. That...seems pretty simple. “Sure. I’ll get a new card to leave with you so you can pick up whatever you need. Pretty sure you know what you’re doing.”

“B-but -?”

“Hm?”

She hesitates. “...that’s...putting a lot of trust in me, isn’t it?”

“True. But if you mess up, I’ll just fire you,” he replies blithely. “I think you know better than to try anything.”

“I...I guess so. I guess I’m just not used to anyone, um...trusting me that much,” she admits.

“Well, you’re trusting me, in turn. I could be a total creep tricking you into all of this for other gains,” Obito counters as he folds his arms, seeing her jolt slightly. “...but I’m not. So we’re even in that regard, hm?”

“...seems that way.”

Glancing to a clock, Obito sighs. “...well, how should we start? Now? Tomorrow? Or -?”

“I can start today!” Ryū chirps in reply. “...that is, if you want me to.”

“Sure. Though I’ll need time to get the card, and another key…” He hums to himself, rubbing at his chin. “...I’ll do that today. Then you can really get started tomorrow. For now,” he adds, reaching into his pocket to fetch his wallet and handing her a wad of cash that makes her eyes go wide. “Go get whatever you want for the week.”

“O...okay. Um…” She looks back up to him. “Any...allergies, or dislikes…? Things I should avoid?”

He waves a hand. “Not really. So long as there’s no szechuan, I’ll be fine.”

To his surprise, she snorts. “Well, all right then.”

“We’ll go get the spare made first, then you can get going, and I’ll head to the bank. You’ll probably be back first.”

“Okay. What time should I plan for dinner to be ready?”

“I’m usually back by six.” A pause, and then, “Do you have a phone?”

“I do!”

He exchanges their numbers. “I’ll call if something comes up.”

From there, they both head out, a keymaker a few blocks away. Ryū totes along Amaya, who stays relatively quiet for the trip. Once she has her spare key, she scoots off to find groceries.

And Obito heads to the bank.

The card is simple enough, and will make anything else she has to get down the road a lot simpler. That way Ryū can just attend to any business without having to ask him about it every time.

From there, he decides to take some time at the gym until the end of the day. It’ll help him think, and blow off some steam. Especially since he actually has energy from a full night’s rest for the first time in...well, since Ryū moved in, really. As he pushes his body to its limits, he mulls over the situation as a whole. He’s sure this is going to work. Just...get her going. Make sure she has a kind of...foundation to go off of.

More than he was granted, since he’s able to pay his fortune forward.

Once the time for dinner starts rolling around, he walks back, the cool evening air wicking the sweat along his skin. He always prefers to shower at home...you never know what’s lurking in the public ones.

He’s seen some things.

One elevator ride later, he comes up to his door, finding it locked and slipping in his key.

As soon as he does, he pauses.

The kitchen is directly across from the entryway, and it’s...occupied for once. Hair tied up in a messy bun, Ryū scurries back and forth, juggling a few pans and something in the oven. A menagerie of smells actually makes Obito’s stomach whine petulantly in hunger. It’s clear she’s done some actual cleaning, too - while he doesn’t leave things lying around, he can’t remember the last time he dusted. A window is open, letting in fresh air and leaving the apartment smelling far better than its usual musty scent.

While the appearance isn’t that different, the feeling is...like another world. And not just the apartment...it’s clear Ryū is feeling a lot better, too.

It’s all so oddly...domestic.

After he stares for a solid thirty seconds, she notices him, perking up. “Oh!” Turning to the oven’s clock, she sees that it reads a quarter to six. “I’m almost done!”

“...that’s fine,” Obito manages to reply, finding his head. “I...need a shower, anyway.”

“Okay!”

Moving to the bathroom, Obito does just that, emerging and dressing in his typical evening lounge wear of sweatpants and a tank top. Peering back out, he finds the kitchen empty, food left to keep warm.

Instead, Ryū is on the couch.

She’s...asleep?

Head slightly tilted, her mouth is a bit agape, breathing softly. And atop her chest, also asleep (and clearly having just been fed), is Amaya.

In spite of himself, Obito’s face goes a bit warm at the sight, averting. He...can’t see anything from here (the baby is covering anything...lewd), but her shirt is still very clearly tugged to one side.

...seems she tuckered herself out. But the dark circles are starting to fade. Apparently she’s already making up her rest deficit. And while she’s clearly tired, it’s more of an...accomplished tired than ‘up with the baby all night’ tired.

In spite of himself, Obito feels his lips twitch. She really is cute, what with her demure demeanor. But...she’s also pretty plucky, trying to make this all work on her own. Part of him can’t help but admire that. She’s pretty tough despite her fragile appearance.

...okay, he’s...thinking about this too much. And they both need to eat something.

Not wanting to be rude, he sheepishly approaches, carefully jostling Ryū’s shoulder to wake her.

“...huh…?”

“You, uh...fell asleep. Hungry?”

Blinking a bit blearily, Ryū stares at him for a moment before stiffening, realizing her position. “Oh -!” She (very carefully) scrambles to adjust her outfit, not wanting to wake the infant. “I...I’m sorry -”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not the only one that needs to eat around here,” he tries to joke, lips flickering into a sheepish smile.

Still, her face is quite warm, carefully tucking Amaya back into her carrier to nap. “I, um...I hope dinner’s okay?”

“If it’s half as good as it smells, it’ll be more than fine.” Heading to the kitchen, he pauses, noticing she’s not following. “...coming?”

Her brow furrows. “...but -?”

“You made it, you get to eat it. Just...get over here.”

Blinking, Ryū does as asked, skittering across the apartment and taking a nervous seat opposite Obito at his little table.

An awkward silence blooms, each of them taking a bite.

Obito, however, quickly perks up. “...this is really good!” he offers after swallowing. “You take lessons?”

“Um, no...just...consulted the internet a lot growing up,” she admits, looking shy at the praise. “And...a lot of practice.”

“Consider yourself a permanent hire,” Obito adds, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.

A bit pink, Ryū nonetheless brightens at his words, giggling a little and taking another bite herself.

Maybe this is going to work, after all.

Ohhhhhhh my gods this is late, but I’m been SWAMPED irl and just...really burnt out, so I kinda...took a week break BUT I’ve been working on things! I had another prompt for today but it kinda got...out of hand SO I did this in the meantime! I think it’s super cute ;w; Single parent AUs are just! really cute. I almost went with Obito being the parent (maybe I’ll do that another time lmao) but this just felt easier to do for a quicker one xD THREE MORE TO GO and one has a prompt already, I might tweak the other two. I need shorter ideas so I can get them done I’m so behind, I’m a bad u_u But at least there’s this for today, we’ll see how tomorrow goes! Thanks for reading~

#obiryū october #abyssaldespair #uchiha obito #suigin ryū #best years of your life [ au ]#vulgarity //#blood //#death //#gun //

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bytheangell · 5 years ago

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Make It Right

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“I don’t need this ridiculous app,” Alec mutters, flipping through the start-up questions of the dating app. “I can just go meet someone if I want to go on a date.”

He doesn’t need to see the ‘uh-huh, sure’ looks of clear disbelief that Jace and Izzy are giving him to know that they aren’t buying it. He doesn’t blame them - the three of them lived together for years and almost all of Alec’s current friends he made through one, or both, of his siblings. But then Izzy and Clary got engaged and Izzy moved out, leaving just him and Jace; and as entertaining as experiencing Jace’s flavor-of-the-week girlfriends first hand is, Alec just couldn’t keep up the commute to his new job and live with Jace. Barely two weeks ago Alec moved into his own place much closer to work, alone. The decision was easy knowing it was only a matter of time before they all went their separate ways, figuring it’d be easier to start now and acclimate.

Alec thought it’d be freeing to separate himself from his siblings. Instead, all it did was make them even more concerned that he was just going to sit alone in his apartment for the rest of his life when he wasn’t teaching.

He wishes he could say otherwise, but less than two weeks in and all he’s done is prove them right.

It didn’t take long for him to extend his office hours at the university and make more time to volunteer at events around campus. He also spends longer on campus, staying to support some of the sports teams at home games, but he talks to plenty of people while he’s at work. He tells his siblings - and himself - that spending more time at the University is just what he has to do as an Assistant Professor to make a good impression, and swears up and down that it isn’t just a distraction technique.

They all almost believe it, himself included.

“Fine,” Alec agrees, hoping to humor them enough to get them off of his back about this. “One week. And if I hate it, I’m deleting it and you’re never forcing me to fill out another one of these profiles again,” he concedes.

Jace goes to argue but Izzy cuts him off. “Deal,” she agrees quickly. “Now, let me take a photo of you for your profile.”

“What’s wrong with the one I’m using now?” Alec asks, having planned on just using the same one from his Facebook on here.

“If you have to ask that’s a sure sign you need my help,” Izzy sighs. “Now, smile.”

...43 minutes later, Izzy has a photo that she’s satisfied with. It’s a ‘very casual’ picture of him sitting by the window in his apartment, in a plush armchair he got second-hand, one leg dangling over the arm while the other curls underneath him. It was horribly uncomfortable even if he manages to hide that fact from the photo itself.

“There!” She exclaims proudly, putting some sort of filter on it before posting it so that none of the colors are the same as the original photo, something which he definitely doesn’t understand but knows better than to question. “I’m not sure how you manage to make an exposed ankle look so attractive, but I think it’s going to work for you.”

“...thank you?” Alec says, the question heavy in his voice over what he can only assume is meant to be a compliment, even if it is the strangest one he’s eve received.

“Alright, so what you’re going to do is swipe left when--” Izzy starts in, though Alec is quick to stop her.

“I said I thought it was stupid- I don’t live under a rock. I know how it works.” In all honesty, he had used one or two of them in the past. But back when he was fully closeted he always just closed it in a panic the moment he even considered swiping right on an attractive guy. Also he never in a million years would’ve told his siblings when he had them because he knew what would happen.

And he was right, because it’s happening now.

“And I’m not going to do it while you’re here. So let’s just pick a movie, and I’ll look at it later.” He turns his back to them to head into the kitchen to grab some popcorn and drinks, and doesn’t even look back to check their reactions before adding, “I promise!”

He hears them finally move at that, shifting the sofa so it’s closer to the table in the middle and gathering all of the pillows up into one area from their respective chairs.

They watch the movie, end the night early because they all have work in the morning, and Alec waits until Izzy and Jace are both safely miles from his apartment before he pulls his phone back out and opens up the dating app.

He flicks through the profile for a few minutes, looking at the photo Izzy chose and wondering why he couldn’t just use something that didn’t look staged. In fact, the longer he looks at it, the more he doesn’t like it at all, and ends up closing back out of it without doing anything.

“...well, I only promised to look at it later.” Alec mutters to himself before setting his alarm for early enough to stop by the coffee shop on campus on the way to his office.

---

The line for coffee the following morning is twice as long as usual - something he should’ve anticipated given the fact that it’s Monday and half the campus seems to need some extra help recovering from their weekends. He’s in the process of very visibly judging a group of freshman wearing frowns full of regret as well as sunglasses indoors when a voice sounds behind him, just next to his shoulder.

“Oh, come now, Alexander. Surely you remember those days.”

Alec spins around to see Magnus Bane who is sporting yet another new jacket, this one with some sort of adornments on the shoulders paired with pants tailored so perfectly he looks as if someone plucked him off of a runway. Alec knows the jacket is new - Magnus’ second new jacket this week - because he’s spent the better part of the academic year making a mental note of every outfit Magnus wears, determined to experience just one that doesn’t make Alec’s breath catch at first glance. Right now he’s 132 for 132.

Not that Alec is counting.

“Not really,” Alec admits. “I wasn’t a big drinker.”

He shifts his gaze from the students back to Magnus to find the other Professor giving him a quick once-over as if sizing him up. “No… I suppose you weren’t.” Magnus says after a moment of consideration.

Alec is pretty sure he should be offended by that, even though he brought it up first and Magnus is only agreeing.

Despite his immediate crush on Dr. Bane, one which only got worse as the year went on, Alec kept (and sadly, continues to keep) his distance. For starters, he isn’t out at the University yet, not to any of his students and certainly not to any of the faculty. He’s new here and still warming up to them, careful to keep any talk of dating or relationships vague enough to not be a lie while also not giving too much away. Secondly, when Alec started Magnus had a girlfriend, and after 3 months of burying any hint of feelings he felt it was just easier to continue on that way even after he got wind that they broke up.

There’s also the small fact that every time Alec has the chance at starting something new with someone, he ends it before it can even begin. He catches himself doing it with Magnus the past few months- every time Magnus tries to extend an olive branch and be proper friends Alec practically runs in the other direction. He’s made a fool out of himself with fumbling excuses and forced abrasiveness more times than he can count - why Dr. Bane is still so nice to him, Alec doesn’t think he’ll ever understand.

Normally this is where Alec would excuse himself, but unfortunately the line is crawling along at a snail’s pace as Magnus continues, forcing Alec into the first proper one-on-one conversation they’ve had in months.

“I, on the other hand, still can’t get enough of a good club. I assume you haven’t been to any around here?” Magnus waits for the shortest pause, already knowing the answer, before going on. “I know a few secret gems just far enough out of downtown to be mostly student-free, if you’d ever like to go sometime.”

“I’m not much of a dancer, either” Alec says with a shrug, missing the flicker of disappointment fall across Magnus’ face as he side-steps the offer. “My sister Izzy says she won’t even dance with me at her wedding because she’s afraid I’ll end up breaking her toe or something.”

That startles a laugh out of Magnus and Alec smiles back at the sound of it, melodic and carefree. He finds that he’s far too pleased with himself for being the reason behind it and does his best to bite back a grin of his own.

“Sounds like you just need the right partner.” There’s something undoubtedly suggestive about the tone Magnus’ voice takes at the suggestion, but thankfully Alec’s turn to order comes about right at that moment and he doesn’t have time to overthink it.

“Red eye with one cream,” he orders without hesitation before taking a step to the side to make way for Dr. Bane.

“I’ll have what he’s having,” Magnus orders immediately after, and Alec raises an eyebrow at that. He should ignore it and continue his track record for suffering in stoic silence, but now that he’s finally allowed himself the start of an actual conversation with the other Professor he doesn’t want to stop, which is exactly what he knew would happen. Instead of speaking again, Alec compromises with himself and simply continues to look over at Magnus with a questioning expression.

“What?” Magnus asks with feigned innocence, moving imperceptibly closer beside him to stand while they wait for their drinks.

“You didn’t strike me as the type to drink red eyes,” Alec says.

“Nothing good ever happened from playing it safe. What’s a Monday morning without a little adventure?” Magnus asks with a wink.

“...wait, you mean you just copied me on a whim?” Alec huffs out a laugh. “Oh man, are you in for a surprise.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Magnus says, though there’s a hint of doubt in his voice now that wasn’t there before as the barista calls out their orders and sets them on the counter. They each grab one, and despite his reluctance to meet Magnus’ gaze earlier Alec holds it steadily now, watching his reaction as he takes a sip of the coffee.

...and nearly spits it back out into the cup. “You willingly drink this?” Magnus demands, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, face still scrunched together in disgust.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Alec admits, already heading towards the door. “See you around, Dr. Bane.”

“Please, just call me Magnus,” Magnus says, knowing full well Alec isn’t going to listen this time as much as he hadn’t the last dozen times.

Alec tries not to think too much about that little run-in the rest of the day, or the tone Magnus’ voice took that one moment, or the way he seemed to crowd Alec’s personal space. After all, that’s just the sort of personality Magnus has, right? Alec could’ve been any other acquaintance of Dr. Bane’s and he would’ve done the exact same thing.

Nothing to see there, nothing at all.

---

Alec is taking a quick break from grading when he remembers the app on his phone and decides to look through it for a bit to kill some time. He flips through a few photos, hesitating over one or two but finding himself slightly put-off by some of these profiles. A lot of them sound like they could’ve been written by Jace which is more than a little concerning, and when someone’s only selling point is half a dozen photos of their abs he knows it’ll be pointless to even attempt a conversation.

He’s about to give up and close the app again when he sees it - or, more accurately, sees him.

Magnus.

The photo Dr. Bane has set on his profile is absolutely sinful - he’s sitting in the VIP lounge of a club and the lighting is dim but the people casually draped around him seem to almost frame him in the set-up rather than distract from him. Alec can see so much of Magnus’ chest that he might as well not be wearing a shirt - and Alec almost wishes he wasn’t.

Suddenly abs as a selling point doesn't seem like such a horrible idea, though he knows for a fact that Magnus has so much more to offer than the impressive body layered in sheer fabric and dangling chains on the phone screen in his hands. Perhaps that’s what makes seeing this sort of photo that much more enticing to him. And that isn’t the only photo - there’s one of Magnus lecturing, one of him at the gym, and another of him sitting on the ground surrounded by at least half a dozen cats. Of course he’s perfect outside of work, too.

Keeping the app open in the background Alec pulls up his contacts and, after a moment of consideration, clicks Simon’s name.

“Hey, I have a theoretical question for you,” Alec starts.

“I have a theoretical answer,” Simon counters without missing a beat. “Shoot.”

“Say you come across a coworker on a dating app. And they’re attractive… but you’re not out at work. And also acting on a crush on a coworker is only going to end in awkward disaster… but you want to know if he’d swipe right on you, you know, just out of curiosity…” Alec rambles, letting his predicament to hang in the air.

“Well they’re going to know you aren’t straight if they see you on there anyway, right? I mean, you wouldn’t show up for them at all unless you had your profile set to match guys, soooo… that cat’s already out of the bag whether he picks you or not.” Alec can practically hear Simon’s shrug punctuate his observation on the other end of the phone line.

“Shit. Right, well, that’s fine. It isn’t like I’m denying it or anything.” Alec may not parade the information around but he won’t hide it if it comes up. That isn’t the main issue anyway. “I don’t want him to think I like him, though.” Alec conveniently leaves out the part where he does like Magnus, he just doesn’t want Magnus to know. “So swipe left, then.” “But I want to know if he’d swipe right on me. And the only way to do that is to swipe right on him and wait to see if we match.”

“...so swipe right, then? Dude, I’m not sure what you want me to tell you to do here. I don’t really have a lot of experience with those apps anyway, I’m probably not the best person to ask. Have you tried Izzy or Jace yet?”

Alec groans, putting Simon on speaker so he can go back to looking at the app again while they talk.

“I don’t know if I want you to talk me into it or out of it,” Alec admits.

“Alright, look at it this way. If you swipe right he’ll never know unless he does, too. And that means he thinks you’re hot too, so there’s no harm done, just some mutual appreciation. And if he swipes left on you it isn’t like he’ll know you swiped right, no harm no foul.”

The idea of Magnus Bane ever choosing him on a dating app - especially considering the sort of attention and responses Alec is certain that profile photo gets him - is almost laughable… but Alec wants to know if he would or not just the same. Even if it means he feels the need to avoid Magnus even more than usual at work afterward as a result.

“Alright. I’m going for it. Thanks Si.” Alec resolutely ignores the tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, something more might actually come from this, but it’s definitely there.

“Let me know how it turns out!” Simon says before hanging up. Alec allows himself a moment to take a deep breath before swiping right and waiting to see if the ‘It’s a Match!’ screen pops up. A second or two pass.

Nothing. Well then.

He reminds himself that maybe he just got to it first -- maybe it isn’t that Magnus swiped left on him, but that Magnus didn’t see his profile to make a decision just yet. That, somehow, is even more terrifying than the obvious option of accepting he isn’t Magnus’ type. What if Magnus does the same thing, just to see what Alec did but not really interested in him?

Alec is already formulating a plan in his head to excuse this whole imaginary future scenario away by saying his siblings took his phone and used the app for him when there’s a knock at his propped-open door.

Alec drops the phone out of his hands and onto the floor when he looks up and sees Dr. Bane.

“Jumpy today, Alexander?” Magnus asks, eyebrow raised.

“Sorry. Guess that coffee earlier kicked in too strong,” Alec lies, standing from his chair to bend over and grab the phone. When he stands back up he’s positive he catches Magnus’ looking at his-- no, absolutely not. Alec immediately dismisses it, clearing his throat. “Can I, uh, help you with something?”

Magnus takes this as an invitation to step fully into the room, leaning back against the wall once he’s inside. “No. Just saw your light still on; I’m pretty sure you’ve been the last one here every night this week, I wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

“I’m good. I shouldn’t be here much longer,” Alec lies, eyes darting back to the pile of essays to grade in front of him.

“Need some help? At the very least I could grab you some dinner so you don’t starve to death locked away in here.” Magnus makes the offer so casually but it sends Alec’s stomach into sweeping flips, finding the kindness behind the thought impossibly endearing before immediately wondering how pathetic he must look for Magnus to offer in the first place.

“No,” Alec insists. “Really, I’ll be out of here in no time. Thanks, though.” Magnus hesitates for a moment before sighing. “Alright, suit yourself,” Magnus says, and Alec swears he hears Magnus mutter something about playing hard to get under his breath as he turns and heads back into the hallway.

Alec sinks down in his chair and lets out a sigh of relief, but when he turns back to his grading it takes twice as long to get through as he stops to check his phone every few minutes, just in case.

---

“How is your back holding up these days?” Magnus asks, a strange glint in his eyes.

“Why?” Alec frowns at the question. It’s only 9 am but he’s been grading for the last two hours straight, determined to finish the final pile of essays before lunch. Reaching for the cup on his desk he takes another sip of coffee to fend off the exhaustion he feels creeping in from the combination of the late night and early morning.

“Well, I simply figured with the way you spend all of your free time reading books slung over that armchair so haphazardly, it probably does a number on your spine.”

Alec nearly spits out his coffee. His profile photo. Of all the ways he imagined this moment of acknowledgement taking place this wasn’t even an option, and he doesn’t know if he’s more thankful or annoyed. On the one hand they can laugh this off and maybe, if he’s lucky, even act like it never happened. On the other hand, this is a bigger deal to Alec than it clearly is for Magnus who probably does stuff like this all the time.

“I suppose I should ask how the small animal rescue league you run off your balcony is faring, then?” Alec retorts, recalling the photo with all the cats. Not the most impressive comeback but it’s the best he has after being caught off-guard.

“All but one of them are strays, for the record. And they’re all doing lovely thank you for asking.” Magnus’ eyes never leave him no matter how much Alec averts his gaze and attempts to look too busy at his desk to have this conversation. When he looks back up Magnus is still in the doorway.

A silence falls between them when Alec doesn’t reply. He actually has been busy all morning, buried under a pile of blue books to grade, which is why his phone is still in his bag, forgotten. There’s no longer any doubt that Magnus saw his profile, but whether he swiped right or not Alec has no idea, he hasn’t checked his alerts in hours. Honestly, after the night passed and he didn’t have a notification about Magnus on his app he just assumed Magnus didn’t match with him, which was fine, probably for the best.

Or so he thought.

“So, it seems like we’re a match?” Magnus continues conversationally, taking a slow step forward into the room before pausing, continuing only when Alec makes no move to stop him. “I have to admit, I’m a little surprised...”

Alec’s heart, which is beating far too fast for his own good, now feels like it drops straight into his stomach. Of course Magnus is surprised, to imagine Alec ever thinking he could match up with someone like him--

“...after all, you’ve done nothing but shut down my attempts to flirt with you for months now.”

“What?!” Alec sputters.

“Please, Alexander, don’t play coy. I haven’t exactly been subtle.”

“No, you were -- I thought you were just being nice because I was new,” Alec admits, which is mostly true. That’s what he convinced himself of this whole time, after all; that Magnus’ particular brand of niceness happens to border on flirty sometimes, not that he ever means anything by it.

“I’m not that nice to just anybody, which is probably a side-effect of being friends with Dr. Fell for too long.” Magnus points out. “Nice would’ve ended the first two or three times you shot me down. This was shameless, almost desperate at this point, flirting.”

Alec gapes, unable to process this information. Sure, Magnus offered to grab lunch once and a while, or drinks, or-- oh. Alec just thought those were all just extended invitations so he wouldn’t feel left out as the new guy. Somehow the idea of them potentially being dates hadn’t even crossed his mind until just now. Every time Magnus joked around with him, all the teasing he now realizes very belatedly was actually flirting, Alec dismissed entirely. He wrote off the invitations Magnus extended him as pity, but now….

“Wait, you said we’re a match. You swiped right on me?” Alec says with clear surprise, finally realizing the implication of Magnus’ previous statement

“What part of ‘I’ve been flirting with you for months’ didn’t register?”

“Pretty much all of it, clearly,” Alec says, the words tumbling out before he can think twice about them.

Just like that Magnus is laughing, the noise filling the silence between them, easing it. “So you don’t hate me, then? Because if I’m being honest I was starting to get a bit of a complex about it. I’d think all the signs were there but the next minute you’d practically sprint in the opposite direction.”

“Do me a favor and please don’t ever let my sister hear you say that. She doesn’t need to know I’m exactly as much of a disaster as she thinks I am,” Alec groans, considering his next words carefully. This can backfire spectacularly, whether Magnus means his end of it or not. If they end up going on a date and hating each other… or if Magnus is only doing this as a bet or something, to mess with the new guy...

But looking up at Magnus’ expression while he waits for Alec to continue, Alec doesn’t see anything there but genuine interest and curiosity in his eyes. Alec lets out his momentarily held breath and decides to take one step forward this time without the two steps back in return. “Sorry I made you think I hated you, it’s… it’s quite the opposite, actually.”

There it is. He doesn’t know why he’s as nervous as he is even after everything Magnus just told him, but his heart is still racing in the few beats of silence that follows.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” Magnus points out, but there’s a small smile spreading across his face now. “So if I ask you out for drinks after work today, you’re not going to turn me down again?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” Alec points out, the small smirk that tugs across his face appearing much more daring than he actually feels, but the laugh Magnus gives again makes it totally worth the fear.

“Alexander, darling, would you like to grab a drink with me after work tonight?” Magnus asks.

“I don’t know, I do have an awful lot of grading to get through…” Alec starts, and the look of incredulity on Magnus’ face breaks the serious expression Alec tries to hold almost immediately. “...but I think I can fit you in.”

“Perfect, it’s a date,” Magnus gins as he shifts towards the door again. “Try not to work too hard.”

“No promises,” Alec laughs. “And uh, yeah. I’ll see you later then, Dr--” he starts, a force of habit, before catching himself. “-Magnus.”

It’s such a slight shift but it’s undeniable, and the way Magnus practically beams at Alec finally calling him by his first name at work is contagious - Alec can’t keep the smile off his face the rest of the day.

And later, when Magnus swings by his office after classes to see when he’d like to leave, it’s the first night in weeks Alec isn’t the last one there. As it would turn out, it’s just the first of many.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shfanficnexus #HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRI!#have some super not angsty Same Professions trope for your day <3 #I hope you have the most amazing day!#elle writes a few deadbeat lines

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bigskydreaming · 6 years ago

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Hey you know what’s really funny, in that not at all, actually hey these priorities are kinda fucked, kinda way?

What’s hilarious is how people are more accepting of the sexualization of kids’ shows than they are of the social criticism of kids’ shows.

No, I’m not saying everyone who condemns commentary of kids’ shows with ‘ugh omg chill, its just a kids’ show’ is a hypocrite who simultaneously approves of sexualized art or fics of those shows or characters.

But I am saying that its definitely, definitely a thing, that even people who I see condemning pedophilic works seem to switch gears when it comes to being critical of social justice issues in the same source materials. As though their worldview is more willing to make room for or accept the inevitability of people wanting to sexualize stuff even though they’re clear that its meant ‘for kids’....that they’re willing to make room for the validity of people being critical of the messages imparted in stuff meant ‘for kids.’

And like.....does that not seem fucking backwards?

We need to stop treating stuff ‘meant for kids’ as though kids are somehow separate from the rest of society and immune to the way we’re all affected and influenced and harmed by media meant for adults.

Instead of them being MORE vulnerable, LESS protected, MORE influenced by the media meant FOR them. As though they’re not actively in the stages of being shaped by their media, their influences, their entertainment....instead of at the stages we’re at, where we’re forced to PUSH BACK against all the deeply ingrained biases and assumptions we’ve been mired in.....since we were kids.

Like...this is just so bizarre to me. Of fucking COURSE we need to be critical of ‘just a kids’ show’ or something that’s ‘jeez, meant for kids, remember’. Because if grown adults who see and are aware of the problems in those things, or areas they need work, don’t criticize and condemn and push back against them....who the fuck will?? The kids don’t know enough to protect themselves from toxic ideas and influences, because the toxic ideas and influences ARE WHAT THEY’RE IN THE PROCESS OF LEARNING FROM!

Unless, do you somehow think, in this culture where we’re painfully aware of how damn near EVERY piece of media we consume has layers and layers of racism, sexism, homophobia, abuse apologism, rape fetishization....do you think that the second a content creator sits down at their desk and drawing board and goes “okay, but remember, brain, this is for KIDS, think of the kids!” That like.....that content creator suddenly, magically....gets it right? Because its for the kiddies, they’re able to suddenly, like, fucking levitate right over all their own ingrained biases and prejudices and fucked up toxic influences that might spill out unconsciously or consciously if their art was about and for adults....but the mantra ‘its for the children’ just....protects them from all that? Provides sudden, temporary enlightenment where every idea that pops into their brain and emerges through their story is a Right One, a Just One, a Progressive One?

That’s not how that works! That’s not how ANY of this works!

And the most frustrating thing is we all know this!

Why is it, that people who are SO good at calling out an argument as bullshit when they’re IN the discourse, invested, paying attention, putting something on the line.....have no problem snatching up those exact same arguments the second they catch a whiff of a discourse they don’t want to be involved in, or go near, or even entertain (la la la I’m not listening - lol, you’re all dumb, this is a kids’ show, relax, its not that deep)....as though its suddenly, magically, NOT a bullshit argument just because they’re the ones trotting it out because this time, the shoe is on the other foot, and THIS particular discourse makes them uncomfortable for whatever reason?

I get it. The discourse, whatever it is, wherever it is, can be exhausting. Nobody can mire themselves in it 24/7 and not walk away just completely drained. Sometimes we have to check out, take a break, recharge our batteries. Just fucking find something to enjoy. I totally get that.

But the thing is......that thing or that place you go to or look for to recharge in peace and quiet, away from the discourse....it is NEVER inherently going to be discourse free. Never above criticism or recourse. Because no art, no creativity, exists...without coming from the minds of imperfect, flawed human beings who are ALL in our own unique ways, still products of an imperfect, flawed society absolutely RIDDLED with issues and problems we’re all perfectly aware are there. There is NOTHING a product of society can produce, that can not be criticized. Can not be workshopped. Has no room to be MADE BETTER.

Some things get closer than others, sure....or at least some things do, as they relate to us and our personal experiences and beliefs individually. Those are the things we seek out as refuges, the things we don’t have to focus on making better, talking through the flaws that are readily apparent to us, find ways to make something better or more worthwhile out of the rough edges that hurt us when we watch it or consume it, just trying to be entertained or feel better.

But that never means those things are just.....better, overall. That they’re just...above being criticized. That it’s okay to just settle for ‘good enough’ because we ourselves are currently far enough away from whatever rough edges this piece of media has that we either can’t see them at all, or at least like, they’re not actively hurting us.

Just the other people, who came here looking for something to just enjoy too, but can’t get comfortable no matter how much they’d like to, because for whatever reasons, they ARE closer to the rough edges, they’re hurting them or just getting in the way, blocking their view of the movie or show you’re all there to watch.

And like, I’m not trying to pretend that I have all the answers here or tell anyone what to do or how to do it, just.....saying that like, we have to be better at LOOKING for better ways to handle that, that allow us to recharge and abstain from the discourse there, shut it out so we can get what we need from that before charging back in there or elsewhere.....without loudly shouting to everyone complaining about the rough edges “SHUT UP, ITS ALL IN YOUR HEAD, GOD, SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO ENJOY THE SHOW HERE, JEEZ.”

Our enjoyment should not ever require telling people that like......there’s no place here for them to enjoy an inherently flawed piece of media if they can’t like, suck it up and swallow whatever disappointments they have about rough edges that might not be apparent to you from your vantage point, but are just as real as any you’ve complained about in the past, when sitting elsewhere, watching a different show.

We all live in the same fucked up, imperfect society. We all run into stuff that hurts us, gets in our way, makes our daily journeys harder, demands we either suck it up or speak up and ask for some help making smoother sidewalks, clearing clutter out of the way, finding a way around an obstacle.

If we expect to be heard when WE have something in our way or something hurting us, we CAN NOT be content to just....shut down the voices of everyone saying something that makes us uncomfortable or that we think would just take up too much time or energy to deal with and we’re in a hurry to get somewhere, don’t have any energy to spare.

Like, yes, sometimes we legitimately don’t have anything else to give without actively hurting ourselves, keeping ourselves from getting to an important destination on time, being able to complete our own journey. I’m not saying we owe it to a total stranger to add to our own pain when we’re already hurting and stretched past our limits.

But there’s a difference between acknowledging someone asking for help or confronting what’s clearly an apparent obstacle or hardship for them, while not being able to stop or help because you’ve got other people depending on you or waiting on you or simply do not have the means or resources or spoons to do anything but complete the necessary task or goal you’ve already set yourself towards.....

And like.....raising your own voice to drown theirs out or putting in your earbuds and blasting your music while you rush past them yelling ‘outta my way, I have more important things to do, get a job you lazy bum’ because you feel BAD about not being able to take the time or spend the energy, you maybe feel a little bit guilty, and if there’s a fairly universal human experience, its that nobody really LIKES feeling guilty, it’s one of our more unpleasant emotions, and we tend to look for any way possible to ignore it when it pops up, either with legitimate reason or without.

Again, not saying I KNOW the right way to handle these kinds of scenarios, just that.....the latter is not it, is never it. And yet more often than not, its what too many of us, even those of us yelling the loudest in other discourses perhaps, default to.

Because the other thing is....its not like every criticism out there IS valid. It’s not like everybody to stop in the middle of the street and start making a commotion and making everyone else stop what they’re doing and look what they’re complaining about, what their problem is....

It’s not like there aren’t plenty of times where like....it isn’t genuinely a problem. Where they’re not being HARMED by something, but at most mildly inconvenienced. Faced with a tiny little speedbump that has people who had to stop their own conversations to see what he was yelling about, people who had to pause in the middle of trying to navigate their way around a big five car pile-up blocking their commute, just rolling their eyes at the dude who’s making all that drama, slowing down everyone else’s day, just because he like....wants someone to do something about the little spider he just spotted on his expensive Italian loafers and he’s not even arachnophobic, he just thinks spiders are icky and wants someone to idk....get it off or kill it? Whatever.

Point being, sometimes there are actually complaints or criticisms that AREN’T worth everyone’s attention, and the person yelling loudly about it is just super privileged and needs to figure out how to deal with not always having things just the way he wants them on his own, nobody can (or should have to) help him with that.

But I mean.....you can only tell that for sure once you’ve actually LOOKED at what his problem is. Heard what it was. And maybe that took just a two second quick glance or an hour for him to get to the bottom of it as he launched into his life story first to make sure you understood just how much he thinks bugs are icky before getting around to saying oh yeah, so there, that’s the problem, see? Icky bug.

But again, like....there’s a difference between feeling like this issue the guy is facing does not merit you taking time and energy away from your own issues to just....make his life marginally less inconvenient.....once you’ve actually given his actual issue some degree of actual consideration.

Versus just.....never actually stopping to listen and blowing past him while laughing with a buddy about what you ASSUME his issue to be based on like....where you’re all standing at the time. Like ‘lol this is a school zone, buddy, its meant for kids and people obviously put tons of time into making sure its all safe and pretty for the kids, so there can’t possibly be anything here that you, a grown adult, should actually be worried about, like whatever you think it is, its not that big a deal.”

And so you just keep on without looking back, laughing about what a dumbass that guy was and so never bothered to notice that the spider he was worrying about was actually deadly as hell, and just because he was the only one to see it at the moment didn’t mean that it couldn’t hurt a kid playing in the park just as easily as him, or that there weren’t a whole nest of similar spiders lurking around and potentially dangerous to all of those kids.

Like. Your priority was not the kids, and it was not whether or not his issue was actually legitimate, it was just whatever you were talking about with your friend that you didn’t want to be distracted from, you were both just having too good a time.

And honestly, like....its not like you’re a terrible person for that, its just.....that’s what it was. That’s what that actual interaction was, and just call it what it was. Not a reason to feel superior because some people just have to manufacture drama wherever they go and can never be happy, not even when something is meant for kids.

And while giving someone’s criticism the proper consideration before accepting it as valid or dismissing it as irrelevant, like...while that can look like a ton of different things?

If you can take the exact argument you used to dismiss or shut down that criticism you heard, switch out a few names and details without changing the structure or context of either the argument or the criticism....

and suddenly, you’re looking at the exact same bullshit argument you’ve seen people use to shut down YOUR criticisms, just when talking about different characters or a different, adult show?

Whatever you gave that criticism you heard here, it was probably not the proper consideration.

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boogiewrites · 7 years ago

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An Act of Nature.

Here, have some Hopper smut.

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader

Word Count: 6458

Summary: You move back to Hawkins, luckily you hit it off with a friend of your step brothers. When Chief Hopper finally gets around to asking you out, what is it going to take for the two of you to find time alone? An act of nature?

Warnings: It’s smut. Two grown ups going on dates and then finally getting to have sex. Swearing, consensual sex between two adults, some dirty taking, suggestive dialogue.

My Masterlist.

A/N: I had to take a break from my main fic Before and After and do some one shots to clear my head, so this is one I ended up writing last week. (Also, this: Not the fun kind of Daddy Issues ) I wasn’t going to post it, because I thought it might be boring and well, just not that good. lol A few days later I receive an Ask, requesting a��“snowed in with Hopper” plot, as I’m currently living in the middle of a snow storm and wanting to draw inspiration from real life. This is what I had already written. I know that seems like a lie, but it was just some of that sweet, sweet coincidence I love. So thank you anon!

The original request:” Anonymous asked:as a request for the snowstorm thing: you invited Hopper over for a date at your house and while he’s there, there’s a snowstorm and you’re both stuck in your house (and then smut if possible)?? “

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This originally started as just a trip to Hawkins to help plan your step brothers wedding. Which was your job in a town far away from Hawkins. It ends with making the decision to move back to Hawkins to help take care of your aging parents. Now you're left rebuilding a business, long commutes, late nights, early mornings, it's hard work and you're a busy woman. Luckily for you, you find mutual attraction in one of your step brothers friends you'd hit it off with at the wedding. He's started turning into your favorite thing about this place.

Being a party planner, in general, you had plenty of excuses to stop by the station. Just between the permits and fire code questions, it would've been easy to make opportunities to see him. You found yourself driving into town to find out things that could be easily answered in a phone call by another person. But you always wanted to speak to the Chief, and it sure seemed like he always wanted to speak to you. Between your conversations over cigarettes at the station and an accidental run in at the same place for lunch once, you'd not been out with Jim, but you wouldn't say no if he asked.

Today, you're making your way to the station again. You're having the same issue with a certain pain in your ass, Mr. Jones, who keeps fighting you on the ownership line of his and the wedding venues properties. He was making it impossible to set up the venue. Your client wanted 50 tulle bowed white chairs for the ceremony, exactly where Mr. Jones said you couldn't put them, and by God, you were going to get your client those 50 tulle bowed white chairs. You've pulled the surveyor and blueprints for the land from the city. You've even called Jim on him for moving all your event gear overnight, which is not on his property. This old man was stressing you the fuck out and you were done with it. Your face reads angry as you walk up to Flo's desk. "Good to see you again Ms. Y/N," Flo says, looking up over her glasses as she types. "The Chief is in his office, do I need to buzz him up for you?" her voice is full of implications, and all of them true. Flo found your thin veiled back and forth with Hopper amusing. "Mr. Jones is moving my stuff again." you speak softly but angrily, the more you think about it, the more animated you become. "He's screwing with my business and I'm not going to stand for it. He's done this 3 times already." you let out a loud noise of frustration as Jim appears out of the doorway to his office. "Afternoon, Y/N." he says, stretching as he saunters up to you. "Hey Chief." you sigh at the sight of him. "Jones again?" he asks you, taking a sip from his mug, looking at you over it. "Yes. He's being an asshole, and he knows he's in the wrong, and he's messing with my work, my business and it's stressing me the hell out, Hop." it all comes out much faster and louder than you mean it to. "Woah, hey, honey, he's not gonna mess up your work." he raises his arm, walking you towards his office. "Come on, at least you won't be yelling at the whole office this way." he laughs as he shuts the door behind him. You sit in the chair across from his desk, you cross your legs and arms, foot moving up and down in anger. He settles into his big chair across from you, leaning on the top of his desk with his elbows. You just look at each other for a few seconds, you feel compelled to apologize for your angry reaction. "I didn't mean to yell, sorry." you say, it sounds much sassier than it's meant to, but you are speaking more quietly, at least. "It's fine. This is what? The fourth time you've had to come to me about this?" he lets out a small huff. "I'd be mad as hell about it too, honey." his empathy placates you, it's a welcome feeling to have someone understand your frustration instead of demanding more. "Thanks," you say sincerely. "It's nice to have someone agree with me instead of dealing with rabid, whiney, brides and mother-in-laws who can't be satisfied." you let out a sigh and uncross your arms, resting them on the arms of the chair. "Yeah that sounds...terrible, yeah." he laughs, and you join in for a brief moment. "I don't know how you do that, it'd drive me crazy." "Coming from the Chief of Police...that's pretty bad." the laugh that comes out of your mouth, full of self-pity at your situation for a moment. "But I can deal with Jones. So don't worry about it." he knocks on the wooden desk in front of him, giving you a quick wink. "I'll go by and make sure we reach an understanding." he gives a sly smile. "I hear using bars of soap in a pillow case works pretty well, doesn't leave too many marks." you answer sarcastically, your anger subsiding slowly, you can tell by the grin that finds itself on your face from your conversation. "Do I need to run a background check on you?" he jokingly narrows his eyes at you. You huff and roll your eyes, giving him a small laugh, indulging him just a little bit. You sigh and there's a weighted silence in the room for a moment. You don't need to stay too long. "It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a week off after this event," your head tilts back dramatically, "This one has been so stressful and it's so close to being over and I can get my check and get some damn sleep." you sit up in the chair, preparing to leave. He nods in approval. "Sounds like you need a break." He sits forward, anticipating your exit. "You taking a week off for any particular reason?" he asks casually, he is a cop after all, always the observant one. "No. I just packed my schedule so tight after coming back here. Too many late nights and early mornings so close together. I have to stop before I burn out." you stand and he moves to the door. "Oh, well I wouldn't know anything about working hours like that." he answers sarcastically. You both stand close and give each other flirty glances in the brief seconds your bodies pass each other in the doorway. He walks you down the hallway, out the front doors, you already have your hand digging in your purse. In an almost synchronized way, you both pull cigarettes out of your packs with your lips, and light them, taking a hit as you lean back. "You have any plans for next week yet?" he asks, you side eye him, not turning your face towards him. "A whole lot of nothing. I just needed to decompress." you exhale a cloud of smoke. "I assumed I'd figure it out as I went." you shrug. "What day is this wedding on? Saturday? The one I'm beating up an old man for." he grins, nudging you with his elbow. You acknowledge his gesture with a smirk. "Saturday, yeah. I plan on leaving as soon as they start dancing." your eyes widen, daydreaming and anticipating that moment of relaxation when you realize the job is over. "I can't wait to not have to hear about white chairs with tulle bows anymore." You look over at Jim to elaborate. "The chairs are what Jones is being a dick about. And this woman," you let out a sharp exhale of smoke,"Well she wants her damn chairs, I'll tell you that. They mean more to her than her actual marriage from how she acts." you gesture with your hands as you speak. "I have nightmares about this wedding, man." you mumble, "So much tulle..." you repeat, shuddering. Jim's face is full of amusement as you end your story and look back at him. "I can't wait for it to be over." "Well, after you've recovered, would you be interested in going out with me and doing something next week?" You fight the smile that threatens to give away your excitement. You act like you are making a decision, looking up at his face, you let the excited smile break through slightly. "Yeah, I'd be interested." you respond, tilting your head at him, you wrap your lips around your cigarette. He gives you the same smile back, mimicking your actions. His voice goes lower than you've heard it before, it rumbles through your body. "Then I'll be seeing you next week, sweetheart." he finishes his cigarette. "I'll call and we'll figure it out, no need to add more decisions for you to make right now." he turns back towards the building. "Unless you find another reason to come see me before then." he shoots you a knowing glance. You let the whole mischievous grin spread across your face as you finish your cigarette. "Maybe I will. You might be arresting me for assault if you can't get Jones to listen." you smirk and adjust your purse. "Well if you do, I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement." he answers very playfully, you bite the inside of your cheek in an attempt to hide a smile that reads way more than friendly. "I'm sure we can, Chief." you let out a small, low laugh as you turn to walk to your car. You wished there was a way to know if the tingling running over your skin was physical excitement or the reaction to the dark gaze Jim was giving your body as you walked away.

Jim kept his promise and took care of Mr. Jones for you. The climax of the job came and went, you went home and crashed, hard, months of overworking catching up with you. You woke up to your phone ringing. You look over at the alarm clock by your bed, 1:27 PM. "Ugh, shit." you groan, moving towards the phone on your nightstand. You had slept for over 12 hours. "Hello?" you answer, sleep still very heavy on your voice. "Wow, you really weren't lying about crashing afterward, were you?" the deep rumble of Jim's voice woke you up through the line. "No...no I wasn't," you answer, rubbing your eyes and yawning into the receiver. "I just woke up, sorry." you clear your throat, rolling over to your back. "What's up, Chief?" you ask, your voice sounding less like gravel. "I didn't mean to wake you up, sweetheart. I wanted to make sure I made plans with you like we discussed." "Mmm Hmm" you manage in response. "I'm game for whatever, Jim." you roll onto your side. "You wanna go out? You wanna stay in?" you spoke, giving him options. "You wanna do it tonight or when can you with work?" your brain was starting to function again. "Tonight would be great." You take a big stretch, hiding your noises from the receiver of the phone. "Let's do something with as close to 0 stress as possible." you suggest. "Does that exist?" he laughs. "Depends, what are your vices?" "Vices?" he asks. "Yeah, what do you do to relax?" "I'm afraid I'm not great at relaxing, sweetheart, you might have to take the lead on this one." he jokes, but you assume that's probably true. "Alright then, let me think for a minute." It's the first date, even though you know each other a little bit already. Don't want too casual, not formal and low stress. "Santino's on South?" you suggest, "I work with them on catering all the time, they're good people." "Can't say I've eaten there before." "It's good, there's a bar, it's not stuffy." you want to make sure he knows you aren't going into this expecting him to make a fuss over you. "Well, you've talked me into it." Not like he would disagree with anything you suggested at this point. ------------ You go out with Jim, it was as close to 0 stress as you could've gotten on a first date. Although a bit mouthy, as usual, he was a gentleman. You eat, you drink, you take your time, you flirt heavily. You end the date at your place, you part at your door after a promise to do this again soon. The period to the end of the date, a perfectly respectable, but lingering kiss. Your busy schedules make a second date come later and be shorter than either of you wanted. You only find time to go see a movie together, but horror movies always make for a great date in your opinion. Jim seems amused by your lack of fear while watching the movie, he finds you very charming. Wishing he didn't have to get back to work immediately after your, already short, date, he makes up for it with an intense kiss that bordered on making out before he parted from you. He later regrets this decision when he can't stop thinking about that small little moan you let out while he was kissing you. More time passes, it's always like you're both busy at the wrong times. The winter weather had moved in fast this year. You found yourself listening to the news, worried about getting out in this for your date. The phone rings. "Hello?" "Hey sweetheart." you hear Jim's apologetic voice over the line. "Evening, Chief." he gets straight to the point. "I'm afraid with this weather coming in, I don't want you out on the roads, even with me." he sounds like he dislikes this fact as much as you do. "Yeah I was thinking the same thing, unfortunately." you dramatically pout since he can't see you. "I'm sorry about this, sweetheart. I haven't had the chance to spend as much time with you as I'd like, I was looking forward to tonight." he speaks low, giving away his intention with his tone. You were really in need of some stress relief and you had hoped Jim might be the one to help you out with that tonight. "Well," you pause, trying to make sure the words came out like you meant them to, "Can you just come to my place instead?" you ask, no need to put on a front that you both aren't wanting the same thing at this point. "To your place?" his voice hints at the smile that must be on his face from your casual tone on a weighted suggestion. "Yeah," you respond confidently, although you spin the phone cord in your fingers, fidgeting. "That is, if you don't mind taking a chance on getting snowed in with me." you add flirtatiously, you hear him wet his lips. "I wouldn't mind that at all." he states factually, his tone deep and dark, you imagine his fingers rubbing over his mouth and chin at your forwardness. "I'm all stocked up and ready for the storm over here. I've got food, booze, and candles. All I'm missing is you." you sound like you're making a hard sell when he's already agreed. "You been missing me, sweetheart?" he bypasses your cute retort and goes straight for another flirtatious remark, with a tone to match. The rumble his words send across your skin, makes your thigh muscles tense. "I wouldn't be asking you to come over if I hadn't." you push back with a feminine but low tone of your own. You flip your hair back out of flirtatious habit. You hadn't gotten to see Jim as much as you'd wanted in past few weeks, but that didn't mean you hadn't been thinking about him. You hear the closed mouth noise of amusement he makes against the receiver. "Then I'll be over later, after I finish up here." you can hear the fabric of his uniform rubbing against itself. "You know where to find me, Chief." you close in a playful tone. You let out a giggle at yourself after you hang up. You felt like being bent over the back of the couch as he walked in would be more subtle than the flirting you just did. You didn't mind the grin that pulled at the corners of your mouth that wouldn't go away, or the tingling across your skin when you'd slip into a daydream about his hands on you again. Your muscles ached with anticipation. You watched the snow falling outside from your window to soothe your impatience. The view of the far edge of town from your window was peaceful, no one was out, everyone huddled up for the incoming storm. The glass was painfully frigid under your fingers, your breath fogged the glass. At least you had everything you needed to ride out the storm, and now you had a man to ride it out with too. Another body would help once the electricity went out. You smiled and bit your lip, leaning on the window sill, lost in thought. Jim had made his way up to your door, he happened to try the doorknob before knocking and sure enough, you'd left it unlocked. He peaks through the door and see's you looking out a window, bent at the waist, your weight on one arm on the window sill. You were biting your nails, eyes not focused, but directed out into the street. "We just leaving our doors unlocked at night now?" he asks, his deep voice surprising you and making you jump. You turn towards him, your hand on your chest. "If you're watching for me, I parked on the other side of the street." he says, knocking his boots on the doorway. "I wasn't, I just like watching the storm," you explained, trying to regain your cool. "I was expecting you, so I left it unlocked in case I got busy and couldn't get to the door." "Uh huh." he says, his tongue pushing against his teeth in a taunting way, he might've believed you. "I have no reason to lie." you laugh and lay the throw you had around your shoulders on the couch, revealing the off the shoulder, oversized sweater you wore for the evening. It was warm and it had an option for showing a little leg and cleavage if you wanted. "You don't look very busy." he states. You tilt your head and narrow your eyes at him, giving him an entertained laugh. "I was cooking earlier-" you stop yourself quickly, turning to move around the couch towards him. "And you need to turn off this Chief talk." you scold him, hanging his jacket in the closet. "Enough with the cop interrogation tactics." you wave your hands in the air as you speak, you make your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and motioning for him to join you. "What would Jim like to drink? Because that's who I wanted to hang out with tonight." you tease him, pushing his shoulder as he bends to look in the fridge. He side eyes you before reaching for a beer. Over the next few hours, you slowly break down that barrier Jim keeps up when he's in police mode. You stroke his ego, you feed and flirt, slowly closing the space between the two of you. You found yourself having fun, not just feeling like you were killing time before you decided to have sex. You'd gotten distracted by yet another story about your brother's younger hijinks from Jim when the storm knocks out the power. The electric whoosh of noise following the darkness falls over the town. You don't move for a few seconds. "You don't have to go deal with this do you?" you turn your face to him, sitting on the couch next to him, the low light from the windows creating blue shadows across your faces. "Nah, that's the power company's problem, sweetheart." you swallow and nod, glad he doesn't have to leave yet. You make your way to the window in your living room, pulling back the curtain to look out over the town, the moon reflecting off the snow-blanketed ground, illuminating everything with a gloomy sunshine. Your fingers start to sting on the glass, you withdraw to your kitchenette bench where you'd put your box of candles. You carry the lighter in your mouth, placing the candles all over your apartment, Jim has already risen to help. The last place you put the candles in, is your bedroom, you're moving things around to make sure you don't burn the place down when you hear Jim's heavy footsteps walk down the hall and stop in your doorway.

"These are the last of them." you say low, focusing on the fire in your fingers. You take a look around, the chill of the outside air starting to creep in the house already, the storm blowing is the only noise in the whole town. You let out a long sigh and put your hands on your hips, relaxing. "Something wrong?" Jim asks. You turn to him with wide eyes, surprised. "Oh, no. I've always liked when the electricity goes out." you motion to the lit corners of the room "The darkness, the silence, I just find it really relaxing." you let out another sigh, trying to lose your tension. "You're not worried about the storm?" he asks, moving farther into the room. You're looking out your window, distracted, the snow blows hard and fast, making your view look like television static. "No, not really." your flirty grin greets Jim, "Especially not with you here." you turn to him, shutting the curtain back. "And why's that?" he asks, moving slowly and intimidatingly towards you, you hold your ground as he pushes through your personal space. The floorboards creak, from the pressure of his steps, breaking the silence as he stalks closer. "Well," you pause, stopping to look up at him, just inches away from you. You let your fingers find and rest very lightly on top of his shirt buttons. "You'll keep me safe, won't' ya Chief?" you ask, your voice low, you suddenly don't want to play anymore. With dark eyes and a heavy brow, he walks you slowly back against one of the walls of your bedroom. "I don't think you invited me over here because you were worried about me keeping you safe, sweetheart." he implies, his hands finding their way to your hips. "Well, not exactly..." you pout, looking away, playing coy for a moment. You bring your gaze back up to meet his. "I have missed you, but, I invited you because I wanted to make sure we'd finally have time to fuck." you give him a self-assured smile, looking up through your lashes. His lips curl up devilishly into a smile. One of his hands moves across your lower back, pulling you close. The other hand slides up your body, from your hip, up between your breasts, onto your neck and behind your head. His fingers nesting into your hair in a fist at the base of your skull. His smile was making more than just your heart melt. "That's what I've been waiting to hear." he whispers as he seals the space between your bodies. He goes in hard, your body thudding against the cold wall. He pushes his weight against you, the hand in your hair he uses to control your head, baring your neck to him, he makes his way down it, his large hands start roaming through all the places you've wanted him to touch. He grabs your ass, moving to squeeze your waist before he whole hands your breast, pulling down the shoulder of your sweater to expose your skin to the cold air of the room. He finds your mouth again, your noses fight against each other as he messily kisses you. Your tounges moving together, your open mouths letting your rising noises escape when your bodies part. You have one leg hitched up, his hand grips your hip and thigh, holding it against him, he lands a firm open palm to your ass and groans. He wraps his arms around you, almost lifting you to turn your back against the bed, your calves bumping against the edge. His hands are on your hips, his fingers kneading into your flesh, he gives you a small push in the direction of the bed, you let yourself bounce onto it, torn away from his hypnotizing mouth. You see his hands go to take off his shirt, you take off your socks and peel away your sweater. You crawl up the bed, laid out and posed, waiting for him to join you, your fingers lazily run over the swell of your hips. The air is cool and the light low, the sky outside has been black for hours by now. The faint roar of the wind outside, the crackling of the candle wicks mingle in the silence to make everything feel more urgent. The quiet sounds of your wet mouths, your breathing, skin hitting skin, it all feels heightened on a night like this. He stops, his belt off and pants undone, shirt long gone, he palms himself for a moment, running his tongue over his bottom lip while he looks at you on the bed. You bite your lip and reach down to rub yourself over your panties as you watch him touch himself. His large body slides almost on top of yours, the frantic motions of hands, his mouth moves along your shoulders and chest. Your chest is rising and falling fast, his mouth finds one of your nipples. You let out a small gasp as he sucks on you with a groan. His hand running back up and grabbing the bulk of your hips, pulling you closer. You bite your lip and watch as he sends waves of pleasure through your body. His fingers find your other nipple, mimicking the motions of his mouth. You squeeze your fingers in his hair, pushing his mouth against you as you moan. He looks up at you and through pursed lips, you breathe out, "Yes," you whine, "Fuck that's good." he closes his eyes and focuses, he continues to eagerly work your tits with his mouth and hands, tongue flicking and lips tugging as the ache between your thighs grows. You move one of his hands between your thighs, his eyes roll back and he moans into your breasts he feels the wetness that's already made it's way to the outside of your panties, you roll your hips against his hand. He lets out a dark laugh he disconnects from your nipple with a long lick of his tongue. He moves up to your neck, his mouth finding your ear. His hand is rubbing back and forth over your panties. "Look how wet you are for me." he says it like you've done something bad. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and whimper out, "Mmm Hmm." as you move your chest and hips against his body. "You’ve been thinking about me doing this to you all day, haven't you?" he groans out, his hands roughly yanking your panties down your legs. You nod against him, moaning into his mouth as he starts to kiss you deeply again. "Mmm Hmm." you answer, all you could manage to say at this point, you nod and spread your legs as you kick the panties across the room. "I've been thinking about doing this to you too." he growls, his teeth biting your bottom lip, as he slides his fingers between your pussy lips, down across your clit, to your opening, just applying the lightest pressure before returning to stroke downwards again, your hips bucked every time his fingers would drag across your clit. You throbbed, swollen and sensitive, he made your lips tremble with every touch. "Fuck." you whine loudly, your head falling back as he stops to focus on your clit, his mouth on your ear, breathing steadily into it, matching the rapid rising and falling of your own chest. He continues until your panting against him. Your eyes cross as he pushes two of his large fingers completely into you. Your mouth drops open, you let out a shaky exhale followed by a sharp pitiful breath before letting out a guttural moan. He smirks against your skin. "You like that, baby?" he asks, his lips on the curve of your ear. He keeps steadily pumping his fingers into you, stretching and moving them inside you, making you gush. "Yes, fuck, more." you demand, fisting your hand into his hair. He lets out a low laugh, his lips start working on your throat. He reangles his arm, pushing into you with as much pressure as he can. He pounds his fingers into you, stopping to circle your clit with his thumb from time to time, you let out another moan, your back arching as your tits bounce with every thrust against you. You feel yourself getting lost in the pursuit of cumming on his fingers, but you're reminded of something you'd much rather have inside you as he presses himself against your thigh. He feels so hot and heavy through the fabric of his pants, you palm him as he works on your clit, he curses under his breath. "I'd rather have you pounding me with this." you instruct, pressing your lips against his ear, your tongue dragging across the edge. "Fuck, baby." He lets out a huff of breath as his mouth finds yours again, you're sliding your hands under the waist of his pants, he takes the hint and finally gets completely naked, leaning over your body, between your legs. Your skin against his is hot, covered in a thin veil of sweat, the cold outside long forgotten. His cock weighs on your lower stomach as he kisses you, hands back in each others hair, you feel him twitch as you moan against him. You reach between your bodies, slowly stroking his length against you while you rock your hips. He replaces your hand with his, he circles your clit with the head of his cock as he positions himself. You angle your hips, your legs already up and eager to wrap around him. He lines himself up with your entrance. He drops his upper body against yours, you feel him push against you as his lips work deliciously against your own. You make needy noises against him. "You ready for me, baby?" he asks as he leaves open mouth kisses down the side of your neck. "Yes, Hop, Please." you say in a breathy whisper between kisses, "Fuck me." you say in a whine as your head pushes against the pillow it laid on. With a hand wrapped around your thigh, he uses his grip on your hip to bring your two bodies together. As he slides deep into you, your mouth opens, a small squeak of a moan escapes as he pushes inside you completely. Your eyes shut as your head falls back, your body adjusting to him. A line of curses fall from your lips in the form of small moans. You feel his fingers clench around your thigh, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. He lets out a long exasperated groan at the feeling of you around him at last. "You feel so fucking good." he whispers, as he starts to move in and out of you. Your arms around his shoulders, you just listen to the sounds of both of your bodies breathing heavily, the small smacks and moans building. Your hands run down his chest as he raises up, holding your legs far apart at the knees, he pulls you by your hips, burying himself deeper inside. He closes his eyes, his lip between his teeth as he starts to fall into a rhythm, rubbing up against every sweet spot inside you. You're bouncing off of each other, he's focused as he continues to pound hard and steady into you. Your hands wander as you rise to meet his thrusts, you run your thumbs over your nipples as your tits bounce while he fucks you. You're writhing beneath him. He's making you give up the most pathetic and whiney moans as you feel your orgasm building in waves, making your skin prickle against the air. "Fuck, look at you..." he brings his weight onto one arm, straight out next to you on the bed. You raise your head back up towards him, his gaze is dark, his mouth set slightly agape while he runs his tongue over his teeth, watching you. Your mouth is parted and wet, your touching yourself, your hair falling around your face as he watches you fall apart underneath him. You hold his gaze, panting out praise as he fucks you even harder. "Yes, fuck, baby, yes." you cry out as his hands just barely touch your hardened nipples as they rub up against his rough hands from his thrusts. He's losing composer as he roughly grabs your breasts, using them as leverage as you start to pulse around him. "Fuck." he growls, closing the space between you when he feels you fluttering around him. You both fall back into sloppy, wet kisses as you move your hips against each other, moaning messes. His deep and steady pace make you start to shiver. "I'm close." you say between moans. He takes his hand to the side of your face so you look at him, but you turn your head and take his thumb into your mouth. He groans, giving you a few particularly rough thrusts as you suck on his thumb, it helps hold back your needful sounds, and drives Jim crazy. "God Dammit, baby." he breathes out heavily, his eyes closing for a moment, feeling you tighten around his cock from his words. He regains composure and uses his thumb to turn you towards him. "Look at me, sweetheart." he runs his thumb across your bottom lip as you moan around it. He feels you convulse around him again. He leans in, pushing his face into your neck, reaching between you and rubbing your clit as he finishes you off. "You gonna come for me?" he asks, his lips press against your skin. You arch against him, your body vibrating. "Yes. Fuck. Yes." you chant, your fingertips press into his broad shoulders as you let out one loud sudden cry before he starts kissing you, deeply through your orgasm. "That's it, come for me." he groans, feeling you crashing around him, he can't help but let go with you. With long fluid strokes, he comes inside you. You're both still coming down, mouths mashing against each other as you both keep swearing. He keeps lazily rocking into you until you've stopped shaking and he's gone soft, only then does he stop kissing you. You're dazed in the best way. You let your post-orgasm smile spread across your face as you both lay there looking at each other for a moment. He feels compelled to smile down at you. He admires how your soft skin seems to glow, and how the swell of your breasts pushed against him looked and felt. He pushes some of your hair back, looking you over while you do the same to him. He gives you a brief but soft kiss. He pulls away from you, falling into the bed next to you, you almost immediately shiver. You get under the covers and Jim follows your lead. He doesn't object when you snuggle up to his chest, wiggling against him to warm up. You plant a kiss on his chest and rest yourself against his warm body. You feel like you're being watched and open your eyes to see Jim looking you over as he runs his hand lazily up and down your back and hips. "You're gorgeous, you know that?" he asks, leaning in and giving you another kiss. He makes a satisfied hum and tightens his grip on you, placing his head on top of yours. You let out a small squeak of a yawn and he laughs. "Tired there, babe?" he asks, his hand caressing the side of your face. "Mmm Hmm" you nod. "I always fall asleep after a good orgasm." you state, snuggling into the warm softness of the bed and his body. "And that was an amazing one." you add softly. He chuckles to himself. "I'm gonna fall asleep, Hop." you look up at him, "I'd prefer if you stayed but, I also won't be offended if you don't." you say, laying back down and getting comfy. "I didn't plan on going anywhere." he pulls the covers up over you both and lets you get settled. "Good. That means we get to do this again before you leave." you mumble happily, sleep and sex making it so you didn't care to show that you liked Jim and wanted him to stay around. "Whenever that is, with this storm." he pauses, looking out the window, "I don't care how bad it gets if it means we finally got to do this." he lets himself settle against you. "It only took an act of nature to make it happen." you joke, a smile still reading on your face despite your closeness to falling asleep. You fade fast, between the exertion and the rise and fall of Jim's chest, you can't fight the sleep off, no matter how much you were enjoying the first indulgent post-sex moment between the two of you.

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dr-fumbles-mcstupid · 6 years ago

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My Hero Academia Rec list

So here is a list of all the BNHA fic i am reading that i love Please make sure to look at the tags and last updated date of the fics below. Most of these are W.I.P.’s The fics are listed in alphabetical order. and all pairings are in listed in alphabetical order by first name

Afterpoison

Author: Fire_Of_Yin

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Warning: Non-Con

Summary: That day at the mall, things took a much darker turn, and in fear of All Might getting hurt, Izuku covers it all up. He soon starts to deny it himself, until it comes back and hits him with panic attacks, nightmares, and a rapidly decreasing will to live. As time goes on, Izuku hits rock bottom, and Katsuki is left to pull him out of it all, despite their unstable relationship.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki, Izuku/Shigaraki

NEW All The Light that Can’t be seen

Author: Evil Teddy Bear

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Warning: Major Character Death, Women in refrigerators

Summary: Years ago, Yagi Toshinori met Midoriya Inko during his daily commute to Yuuei, and it was love at first sight. Unfortunately, their story didn’t have a happy ending.

Izuku might have grown up ignorant of his origins, but the truth has a tendency of eventually getting exposed— one way or another.

Pairing: Gen

NEW And then the sun rose

Author: Grayclouds

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Eijiro Kirishima is three years old, too young to even start elementary school, when his mother tells him that they’re moving to the city of Musutafu. That is when he first meets Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo. This single meeting changes their lives forever.

Pairing: Ejiro/Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Atlas Inherited

Author: midoizuku

Rating: Tenn and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has plenty of reasons to be nervous. A lone 15-year-old has to deal with:

-A secret that, were he to tell anyone, would send the world toppling into havoc.

-A chilly heir-to-the-Fire-Nation-throne that seems hellbent on finding him out.

-Word of an ominous organization gearing up to ruin life as everyone knows it.

...You could say he's a little bit stressed out.

(In other words: Avatar AU)

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

Atonement

Author: pornosophical

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Warning: Suicide Attempt

Summary: “If you want a quirk so damn badly, just throw yourself off the fucking roof and hope you get one in the next life!” Izuku jumps, and Katsuki learns that it’s harder to build than destroy.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

A beacon in the dark

Author: NohaIjiachi

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: “My thanks.” He says, smiling back. “What is your name, boy?” “I’m Izuku! Izuku Midoriya, sir!” The boy replies, excited, looking up at him. And Toshinori looks into the unmoving washed out green, into milky white pupils visible behind the mess curly hair, and realizes. The boy is blind. The boy that he distinctly saw dodge a series of fairly quick attacks, light on his feet and clearly used to some kind of training, the boy that had thrown him the bottle at the perfect height and perfect speed, the boy that has easily collected his spilled groceries and orderly put them back into the little plastic bag— The boy. Is blind.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

Before midnight

Author: DriftingGlass

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery. "Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?"

And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou. (And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Bleeding hearts are fatal

Author: anonymouseling

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Quirk: Self-Inflicted Healing Can heal others by absorbing injuries through touch. Izuku has always been a kind and selfless person, but when he finds that he has just the quirk to let him help others, he can't help it if maybe he over does it once in a while. But bleeding hearts and what not.

Pairing: Gen

Bloom in winter

Author: E_va

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku Midoriya used to want to be a hero. It seems a distant dream, now, after everything that he's done—after everything that he's been made to do. But it's still there. It's a dim, flickering flame, burning lower by the day. He doesn't have time to concern himself with that though, these days he's too focused on staying alive to think too much about what he can never have. Then All Might takes a job teaching at UA, and the universe says hey you know what would be fun? What if we fucked Izuku over even more than we already have? and thus, Izuku ends up in the General Education class of UA with strict instructions to report everything he can, because, thank fucking no one, he just can't catch a goddamn break. AKA Hisashi Midoriya is a member of one of the most notorious underground supervillain organizations, and Izuku is being forced to help them (even though, trust him, he'd really rather not). Too bad that they don't predict that Izuku's going to get adopted by half the faculty when they send him to spy on the prestigious hero academy.

Pairing: Gen

NEW The Book of Deku

Author: melody_dramatic

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku is born with a quirk, and it is a terrible, burning thing that will not let him rest. It has stolen his ignorance, his innocence, and his safety. It has driven him to restless obsession. But he is still Midoriya Izuku, and he will be a hero, whether his quirk cooperates or not.

AKA: Izuku gets a quirk that's actually awesome except for the part where it keeps messing with his head, but he's not about to let that keep him down. Even if it means resorting to vigilantism.

Pairing: Izuku/Ochako

Bruises and broken glass

Author: DeadDoveExtraordinaire, Raccoonheck

Status: In Progress, being re-worked

Rating: Mature

Summary: year after Deku throws himself off a building to his death, Bakugou is taken hostage by a villain who bears a striking resemblance to his dead childhood friend. Probably because they're the same person.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Buff Boy

Author: AjSpammin

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: "Somebody sit on my back."

"What?"

---

Aka they learn just how strong smol Izuku is.

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku

Burn your wings

Author: oWhiteKiwibird

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Warning: Child Abuse

Summary: Izuku inherited his parents’ quirks, but he swore he’d never use his fire. He knows first hand how—bright, burning, scorching, painful, terrifying—destructive it is, after all, and Izuku promised (promised his mother, promised himself) that he’d become a hero who stops that kind of despair. Even if he has to burn his own wings to do so. But when someone with the exact same pain, problems, and fears shows up... Izuku can't help but try to heal them. And in doing so, he himself may be healed.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

but you gotta get up at least once more

Author: simkjrs

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku’s never run into this problem before with anyone else, but it’s still not much of a problem. “Oh, that’s alright,” he says. “I don’t have a Quirk.” Tsukauchi stares incredulously at him, and then looks at the iron bar that Izuku is currently straightening with his hands. Midoriya Izuku does not let his lack of a Quirk prevent him from being strong. Also known as that one AU where Izuku follows the ridiculous training regimen of Saitama from One Punch Man and becomes stronger than anyone ever imagined he could be.

Pairing: Gen

NEW By Design

Author: EtherealBeing

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: As time went by, Izuku found it more and more difficult to reconcile his perceived quirklessness with the ever-growing permanence of his imaginary friend, Kacchan. This boy he’d created, whose very existence was designed to balance out his own shortcomings — he couldn’t always see him. Hear him. Feel him.

Kacchan, this boy whom Izuku made as an extension of himself — he wasn’t always real.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Can I Get A Side Serving Of Sugar And Order It To-Go

Author: cricketmilk

Rating: General audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: After hearing that Midoriya had never been on a date before, Kirishima offers to take him on one himself.

After all, that's what bros are for.

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku

Chasing the sun

Author: Soulstring

Rating: General audiences

Status: In Progress

Summary: Eijirou’s mother told him that the sun is a star that hangs in the blue sky, far away from them because it’s too hot to touch and too blinding to look at. Kirishima Eijirou is three years old when he finds out that’s not entirely true. It takes ten seconds to come to that conclusion and even less to become smitten with the one he finds on earth. An AU where Kirishima and Midoriya meet each other as kids, grow together as childhood friends, and ultimately fall in love.

Pairing:Ejiro/Midorya

Coloured bricks, pick up sticks

Author: wyrvel

Rating: General Audiences

Status: In progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku is a very warm person. Not his personality (though that’s also true). It’s his quirk. His quirk is that he’s warm. - Eight-year-old Izuku is positive that his quirk isn't useless. It's just something that requires a little more work than usual, and if he researches the ins and outs of quirks and scientific theory, he'll prove it! All he has to do is to find his body's physical limits, and push them until he learns how to make it work for him. Easy, right?

Pairing: Gen

The curse of the anime protagonist

Author: masterdipster

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress Summary: Or; the one where Izuku is blessed with the most heroic quirk in existence. The problem is, er, being a hero's the last thing he wants to be.

Pairing: Gen

Cut from the same cloth

Author: ShanaStoryteller

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When Endeavor finishes delivering his ultimatum, All-Might uses one of his precious minutes in his hero form to punch Endeavor in the face. The force of it sends the number two hero staggering back and into an alley wall, leaving an Endeavor-sized imprint in the bricks.

“THAT IS NOT HERO-LIKE BEHAVIOR!” All-Might roars.

Endeavor find out some secrets, and the price of his silence is the marriage of Izuku Midoriya, the anonymous hero Deku, to his youngest son.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

NEW daisies bunches and heather branches

Author: halcyonwhispers

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW The Dark Below

Author: DarthPeezy

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku was never Quirkless. Sometimes Quirks hide until they are triggered. Izuku died and came back. He gazed into the abyss and it followed him home. Everything he thought he knew about the world is about to change because there are monsters lurking in the dark below. Izuku wonders if he is one of them.

Pairing: Gen

Notes: This is another Quirk!Izuku fic.It has a great ambience to the whole story and has some great worldbuilding and of course, all the angst.

Daymare

Author: IntrospectiveInquisitor

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku Midoriya has endured a decade of abuse, ridicule, and social ostracization due to his status as 'Quirkless'. Even his childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugou, has tossed him aside and made it a mission to drill his uselessness home. But despite his obstacles and the derision of his peers, Izuku will never give up on his dream of being a hero, and will never feel shame for being called Quirkless. Because it's easier than acknowledging that he has a Quirk at all.

Pairing: Ejiro/Izuku

Has a podfic by me!

NEW Death and Taxes

Author: Penkindisbestspecibus

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: It is a widely held belief that in the universe, there are only two constants - Death, and Taxes.

The truth is much simpler. Death is merely the Tax all Life must pay. Some more than others.

Pairing: Ejiro/Izuku

Notes: An izuku has a quirk AU. He can’t die. I really like this one. Izuku is really affected by his quirk and he is a much differnt character from the one in canon while still being recognizable.

Demolition lovers

Author: TMOTC

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: It was a mistake, Shouto thinks, to fall in love with a hero. (Or the one where Todoroki is a quirkless school nurse and Pro Hero Deku’s longsuffering boyfriend.)

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

NEW A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF

Author: kewltie

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW The Devil went down to Tokyo

Author: Orphaned recently, unsure if they are continuing

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: The creature lent down, its massive jaws opened as it crooned out the words; “You see me, child?” It’s voice was as soft as a babe’s skin, yet chilling as a murderer’s heart.

But Izuku paid no mind. He giggled as he tapped the creature's rusty red horns, ignoring the fact he was facing a terrifying monster. “Of course I can silly!”

“Hmmm.” The creature said thoughtfully, its rumble like the roar of a motorbike. “This is exceedingly peculiar indeed.”

Or.

Izuku was born with a Quirk that makes him what the Americans call a 'cryptozoologist', D&D players a 'op necromancer' and everybody else a 'weird kid with little to no sense of personal space'.

Pairing: Katsuki/Iida/Izuku/Shouto/Ochako

NEW Edna’s Intervention

Author: RoseJennison

Rating: General audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: At the end of each school year, UA hires a consultant to evaluate the costumes the first year students designed for themselves, to make sure they are both aesthetically appropriate and safe to use.

That consultant is Edna Mode.

i.e. A story where Edna Mode comes to UA and gives costume advice to Class 1A. And she isn't afraid to call people out about their questionable choices.

Pairing: Gen

Erased potential

Author: theslytherinpaladin

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku, determined to become a hero before ever meeting All Might, looks for another way. He might not have a quirk, but that can’t be all that being a hero is about. He has the intelligence, the drive, the determination. All he needs now is to know how to use it. Enter Aizawa Shouta.

Pairing: Gen

New A Fight to the death

Author: iknewaman

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Izuku isn’t competitive by nature, but when the blond, cocky asshole from the other table’s team gets involved he suddenly becomes hellbent on winning. Rival Pub Quiz AU

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Finding that balance

Author: Itcamefromashes

Rating: Tenn and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: “I really don’t think we need to have this conversation right now!” Midoriya Izuku called out, his red face only making his freckles stand out more as he attempted to cover himself with his arms, “There could be a much better use of your time! Like lesson planning! Or training! Or literally anything other than this!” He gave up in hiding from view and instead lasered his focus on a crack in the school’s tile.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Free-Falling

Author: theDapperDemonicGentleman

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: The quiet Slytherin boy who never participates in practical lessons turns out not to be a squib after all, which is excellent news for Ochako and her whole falling to her death situation. Although they could all probably do without the side-effects.

Pairing: Gen

NEW FUCK!

Author: LNoGame44

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Bakugou didnt know when it started. Maybe it had being going on for a while and he hadn't noticed it. But every time it happened, it sent a shock up his spine and boiled his blood. No one else reacted to it. They all continued as if their train of thought hadnt just been violently derailed and Bakugou was getting fucking sick of it.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Fuck! Stay down will you!

Author: InkspillsNotebook

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete

Summary: A mission gone wrong leads to unexpected events, leaving heartbreak and realizations a bit too late.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Gentle Nightmares

Author: artemancy

Rating: Teen and up

Status: in progress

Warning: child abuse

Summary: Izuku's life is a cosmic joke.

Kidnapped as a child and used as a tool for evil, all he wants is to be seen.

Punchline: With a quirk like his, that's never going to happen.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Get by with a little help from my friends

Author: SpectrumArcadia

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete

Summary: Midoriya goes into heat early and asks his childhood friend to scent him so he can safely get home without being accosted.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Grief Counseling

Author: Merrywetherweather

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: Katsuki remembered the first time he had failed to save someone, watched helplessly in horror as an elderly man had been crushed beneath the girth of a thrown car. He had already propelled himself forward to grab a small boy when he noticed, too late, the car fly by overhead. Two other heroes had been on the scene at the time and had assured him.

There was nothing that could have been done.

Most of class 1-A had already gone through a similar experience. The only one left with a clean track record in the rescue department had been Deku.

Well, except for today.

A slowburn fic where Kacchan tries to convince Deku to take advantage of the grief counseling provided for free to heroes experiencing their first failed rescues. Lots of flirting. Healing their relationship comes first. The romantic bit where they fall helplessly and stupidly in love comes after.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Guillotine

Author: PsychoLimbo

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: After being told by his favorite hero that his quirk would be unsuitable for hero work, Izuku takes it upon himself to become a hero by himself - without the limitations of a license. (An AU in which Izuku is essentially Deadpool with less murder)

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku/, Izuku/Shouto

NEW How to train your shitty Omega

Author: deanvspanties

Rating: explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku will have Bakugou's knot. He's Izuku's alpha after all.

I'm sorry for this, but I just had an image in my head of omega!Izuku destroying the school, hunting down Bakugou, and demanding his knot.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW How was Your day?

Author: Pt_Tucker

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: "Hi Kacchan, how was your day at work?"

“YOU FUCKING PUNCHED ME THROUGH A BUILDING! THAT WAS MY DAY AT WORK!”

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

A hymn for destruction

Author: clenchedhands

Rating: mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: They say that if you stick a frog in pot of boiling water it will, of course, jump out. However, if you turn up the heat slowly, its senses will adapt and it will not notice until it is too late. This is what Todoroki Shouto thinks of when he hears of the new villain that has been dominating the news lately. Bakugou spoke, “I know him. His name is Midoriya Izuku. He- we though he killed himself.” (Midoriya Izuku doesn't go to UA, doesn't get One For All, and doesn't get told he can be a hero.)

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

If I only had a heart

Author: LunartheDragon

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Being born quirkless wasn't a curse, Midoriya Izuku refused to believe that, and he would show the world through astonishing intellect, bravery, and a heart that feels for all paths he crosses that this is true. Even when damaged, ridiculed, and put down, he will be strong, for all these things are a challenge. A challenge from the very universe to become something great and change the foundation of society as he knows it.

Pairing: Gen

NEW I’ll Carry you home

Author: Renesvetta

Rating: General audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: While training with All Might, it wasn’t uncommon for Izuku to be so exhausted at the end of the day that he unwittingly fell asleep without regard for where he was. It consequently became part of All Might’s routine to help his young protégé home. During that time, Izuku may have let loose more than one sleepy confession towards his mentor.

Pairing: Gen

New The Intervention

Author: IwaizumiFanClub

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Deku’s grasp was gentle but firm as he slowly guided Bakugou’s face to his front again. The look in his eyes had changed; instead of innocent, it was more assertive. . . dominating. They were still wide and unblinking, though, as if Deku was daring him to try anything. As if Bakugou even could, with his entire back flush against Todoroki’s chest.

“That wasn’t very nice, Kacchan. Do you want to try again?”

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki/Shouto

Notes: Some really hot porn with some really good feelings

I Summoned a Demon 101: an In-comprehensive guide to Corporeal Demon Do's and Don'ts

Author: EAter

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku was born with a quirk: the ability to summon and bind demons from an alternate plane to do his bidding. With only a few days left until the UA entrance exam and still no offensive-type demons in his arsenal, Izuku makes a desperate attempt at summoning one corporeal, a feat he had never before attempted. He'd say it was a success but, he doesn't actually know if it'll be more a help or a hindrance. Especially since Bakugou Katsuki is, well, kind of a shit.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

I am cold, can you hear me

Author: midoizuku

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: As Todoroki learned from a tender age, growing up with your dad as the #2 hero in all of Japan has a few hazards--especially when you’re his designated prodigy and are constantly being goaded to do more, to be better. Said hazards include: getting dragged to literally every villainous scene to observe from the sidelines, rigorous (and sometimes illegal) training sessions, and family issues out the whazoo. But hey, at least his dad’s rival's kid is kind of cute.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

NEW It's not really a quirk (but yeah sure let's go with that)

Author: Asarielle

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: It had been ten years since Bakugou last saw the friend who followed him around. Since then, all he’s had are letters he was told to burn and a cryptic sense that either Deku was the coolest (and only) friend he’d ever had… or he was batshit crazy. Honestly, what's he supposed to think when he gets a letter about Deku living with werewolves? And why did he say that demons were after him? Also, how can you have a power that's not a quirk? Deku had some explaining to do, and it better be the show-and-tell kind, or Bakugou was going to explode his face off or make him sit still in one place or something.

Featuring: an Izuku who was raised in a werewolf culture, has no concept of personal space, uses a magical ability to explode things/pause time, and sometimes accidentally summons demons to his location. Throw in some Dekubowl, cuddles, crack treated seriously, and a bit of PTSD and action to balance it all out. This was originally a thought experiment into how many people Izuku can be shipped with before the Dekubowl falls apart, so it also features soulmate theory, a dash of first time romance, and a swamp of polyamory for everyone to figure out.

Pairing: Dekubowl

NEW Ignite the Ashes

Author: IceEckos12

Rating: General Audiences

Status: In Progress

Summary: The Dragon is said to be one of the worst supervillains in history. His capture and subsequent incarceration was celebrated as a resounding victory for All Might.

Less well-known was that the Dragon had a son. His name is Midoriya Izuku, and he will spend the rest of his life trying to escape the shadow that his father cast.

With his mother's loving support and All Might's careful guidance, he will become a hero.

Pairing: Gen

NEW I’m Friends with the Monsters in my closet

Author: GIOpet

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Denki hunched his shoulders as he got closer to the group. Everyone was leaning in to hear what he had to say.

"So, what do you think his deal is?" He discretely nods to the blond leaving the lunchroom.

"He acts like a delinquent." Ochako says with a slight frown.

"Or maybe he's crazy." Mineta adds.

"Well, I think he's very cool." Kirishima joins in. He saw nothing wrong with the guy.

Pairing: Izuku/ Katsuki

Notes: A really good creepy story, it has such an ambiance to it and you aren't entirely sure what is going on.

In the eye of the storm

Author: CheshireButton

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Izuku Midoriya is a scientific prodigy seeking a cure for a rapidly spreading neurodegenerative disease. A potential clue in his research points to a fabled island, guarded by an eternal storm from which no travelers have ever returned. He navigates through the hurricane and discovers an island that is anything but uninhabited. He must adapt to survive against the natives who place intruders in three categories: warriors, mates, or meat

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Izuku is afraid

Author: Sleepingugly

Rating: Mature

Status: in progress (The first story in the series is complete)

Summary: Izuku doesn‘t have a quirk. He swears. His mind isn’t always on the ocean. He lies. (He’s just maybe drowning. He promises it’s nothing.)

Pairing: Gen

NEW Leave at your own chosen speed

Author: MikkiOfTheAnbu

Rating: teen and up

Status: in progress

Summary: He learned later that Deku’s heart was broken, shaping the word “congenital” in his mouth until it made no sense. Katsuki thought it was bullshit. No one, no one, had a stronger heart than Midoriya Izuku.

(In which Izuku has a bad heart but also a really good one, and the real heroes were the friends we made along the way)

Pairing: Gen, Eijirou/Katsuki

NEW Leviathan

Author: Rest_in_RIP

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku's only truly used his quirk once. He was four years old.

He took thirty-two lives that day.

Now, he's sworn never to let that power possess him again. Hiding the true nature of his quirk from everyone, he hides behind the thin facade of a useless, showy quirk, refusing any and all connection to the mysterious creature recognized in a few sparse news reports as the Leviathan.

Lies don't last forever, however, and one day or another, his world will have to come crashing down.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Li2CO3

Author: dweeblet

Rating: Teen and up

Status: in progress

Summary: Izuku was born to be a villain.

This was the least he could do.

Pairing: Gen

Notes: I love, love love this fic. It features a quirkless Izuku who has a disorder where he doesn't really feel emotions. What i love about this, is instead of using this as an excuse to go kill things, he works at being good (Along with medication and a therapist). It really reminds me of a line from the movie thoroughbreds (Which you should all watch if you havent) “I don’t feel things. That doesn't make me a bad person, it just means that i have to work a little harder than everyone else to be good.”

Limerance

Author:Serie11

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Izuku stares at the TV. “Mum, what’s a Hero Duo?” She ruffles his hair. “It means that the two of them are soulmates. They’re stronger together, so they fight together. They support each other.” Izuku sighs dreamily at the screen. “I wish I could be part of a Hero Duo one day.” Someone who would always be there for him? It sounded like a dream come true. Then of course, Izuku finds out who his soulmate is: and his dream suddenly feels a lot more like a nightmare

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Live a hero

Author: BeyondTheClouds777

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: "You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Or, you're raised a villain, rebel when you're nine, and fight against the odds to become a hero anyway. That's how it is in Izuku's case

Pairing: Gen

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Looking glass

Author: twistedthicket1

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku goes missing as a child. No villain is ever held accountable, no one ever brings his mother any answers. For ten years, the only people who remember the quiet, Quirkless boy are Inko and Bakugo Katsuki. They both feel his loss in different, inexplicable ways. Eraserhead's been on the hunt for an elusive villain only known by the press as 'Ghost'. No fingerprints, blood, or evidence of any kind can ever be found at the scene of the crimes. All of the villain's cases inevitably run cold. Izuku wishes he'd been born Quirkless after all. Maybe then, he could've believed in heroes. Maybe then, he could've turned into someone good.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

New Love Notes

Author: aideyn

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Prompt Fill: Izuku doesn't take love confessions seriously due to bullying.

In middle school it was a pretty common prank for people to leave fake love notes in Izuku's shoe locker and then stand him up (or worse) when he responded to them. In high school, Izuku is fairly popular with his peers, much to his own surprise, but when he receives his first love note his first response is, as usual, to ignore it outright, to the bewilderment of his classmates.

But his secret admirer doesn't give up, and Izuku's weak excuses for ignoring the notes piling up begin to wear thin with his classmates.

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku

NEW Mark me up

Author: Flightless_Bird

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Katsuki's gaze cut into him again like a lightning bolt and it took Izuku a second to realize what the tilt of the blonde's head meant: come here.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

A matter of perspective

Author: SkyGem

Rating: teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: When six-year-old Midoriya Izuku is kidnapped right out of his own front yard, it takes four years for them to find him again. But the boy that comes back isn't the sweet, cheerful boy that was taken. This boy is hurt and broken, and All Might finds he can't bring himself to let go. (Or alternatively, the AU where All For One fucked up and chose Izuku as his protégé instead of Shigaraki Tomura.)

Pairing: Gen

NEW Milk and Honey

Author: Magdaleria

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku isn’t naïve, for all that he still wants to be a hero. He’s done his research, he’s lived with his mother day in and day out, and a part of him knows. Even if he doesn’t think he could say it out loud, he knows.

His mother isn’t going to live forever. Kaa-san loves him more than anything in the world, and he does her, and he never wants to hurt her. So he tucks her back into bed, cleans up the dishes, does his homework, and he waits.

Because he’s living for her. For now, he has to live.

He waits.

_____

A story in which Midoriya Inko is terminally ill, and becoming a hero isn't the hardest thing Izuku has ever done.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Never too old to learn

Author: iknewaman

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Katsuki has only ever heard of how omegas behave when nesting, but actually seeing it happen is… educational, to say the least.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW NomuZuku Series

Author: TubbsTheCat

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Warning: Human Experimentation, Suicidal ideations

Summary: The Alliance decides to go for a more subtle approach to their anti All Might weapon, abducting the child he intended to pass One for All to and turning him into one of their Noumu.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Oblivious

Author: Soulstring

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: “C’mon Bakugou. Admit that you’d miss us and our cuddling nights.” Katsuki sputters and takes his hand back, hardly minding Eijirou’s dissatisfied pout. “We don’t cuddle.” “Are you sure, Kacchan? If I remember correctly, yesterday we all fell asleep on Kirishima-kun’s bed and—” “—because you know how much I hate being cold!” In which Izuku and Eijirou are having a hard time convincing Kacchan that they're all, in fact, very much in love and dating. For KiriBakuDeku Week.

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku/Katsuki

NEW One Phone Call away

Author: saltandburnit

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: “Don’t feel bad for not picking up the phone, Mom. There’s- there’s been an accident…” Midoriya Inko receives a voicemail. Yagi Toshinori a very disturbing phone call. Midoriya Izuku doesn’t know which one was worse but he was glad he could hear at least one comforting voice right then.

Pairing: Gen

NEW The Path to Villainy

Author: Greyliliy

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Against his will, Izuku has transferred to U.A.’s General Studies program in order to spy for Shigaraki and his League of Villains. It’s a warped version of his old dream, but at least Kacchan is there. (It's a shame that only makes things worse.)

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Notes: I really like both of the stories in this series. It has a sort of reluctant villain Izuku who is def Yandere for Katsuki. This series follows his fall.

NEW Persephone

Author: nikk_pfefferneuse

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Warning: Medium character death

Summary: "Stop killing my dad's tulips, stupid!"

The boy looks up, and Katsuki is greeted with the biggest, greenest eyes in the whole entire world. Round baby cheeks dotted with freckles. Petals in his hair.

The air is stolen from his lungs. Words leave him. The world stops moving.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW put a bullet (where I should've put a helmet)

Author: canlah

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Warning: PTSD, Depression

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has a very high pain threshold. It's useful, until it's not.

It isn't until Izuku reaches his breaking point that he realises he doesn't have to carry this pain by himself.

Pairing: Gen

Put the meat on my bones

Author: wonduhwoman

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: “Dude,” Kirishima said, “How much did he tip you?” Katsuki glanced down at his hand clutching the money, “Two-hundred bucks.” Sero whistled low. “What’s this?” Yaoyorozu asked, stealing the slip of paper off the bar before Katsuki could protest. She unfolded it, eyes widening, “He gave you his number, Bakugou! He even drew a winky face next to it!”

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki/Ochako

A path to trace

Author: aquaticflames

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Everyone on the planet is assigned a cell phone at birth, personalised to the owner and carrying their life in its small casing. On an hourly basis, new words appear on screen, notifying the user of the key events their soulmate will encounter within that timeframe. Misplace it and risk losing contact with your soulmate forever. Break it and you die- it's really that simple.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

NEW Phantom Be Still in My Heart

Author: widdlewed

Rating: Teen and up Audiences

Status: Complete

Warning: Major Character Death

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki's world was ripped apart, tossed to the wind as nothing but scraps of what it once was. Left with a suffocating weight of guilt, remorse, and self-hate, Katsuki struggles to continue living in a world where Heroes can't save those who need it the most.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Play it cool

Author: warschach

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Izuku accidentally becomes Katsuki's secret cuddle buddy.

(or that time Izuku and Katsuki snuggle on real pretenses then false ones, each finding a way to poorly miscommunicate their emotions cause what do these boys do aside of making carters in infrastructures and in each other, make the whole class of 1-A weep for them, and manage a romance to bring Ryan Gosling to the brink of tears.)

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Quirkless

Author: InkHound

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku's heartbroken at the tender age of four— the doctors have confirmed he is quirkless. But the truly crushing blow is when not long afterward, little Izuku has a chance meeting with his number one hero; All Might, who tells him that without a quirk, he can't be a hero (it's just too dangerous).

Later that night, Izuku is watching his favorite All Might video in a daze. He puts the question to his mother; can he still be a hero, without a quirk? He watches as she freezes up, pale-faced and wet-eyed before she rushes to his side and speaks in a trembling, tear-filled voice;

"Oh baby, my sweet baby 'zuku," she says through her tears, "Of course you can."

And everything changed.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Quirk: the gamer

Author: pinchess07

Rating: Mature

Status: Abandoned

Summary: [Welcome to your life: THE GAME!] Today is your fourth birthday, and you just activated your quirk, [The Gamer], for the first time! Congratulations! [The Gamer] This is your Quirk! They say that there's a microscopic chance of developing a quirk that's entirely unrelated to your parents' quirks, but no one really knows where quirks came from, so what do they know? Just accept this gift from the gods! It comes with two initial Skills: [Gamer's Body] Passive. Lv. Max. Grants a body that allows for the user to live the real world like a game. After sleeping in a bed, HP and MP are restored and all status effects are removed. Injuries will result in pain and a decrease in HP but won't result in physical damage. Depleting MP down to 0 results in [Fatigue]. Depleting HP down to 0 results in a loss of consciousness. [Gamer's mind] Passive. Lv. Max. Allows the user to calmly and logically think things through. Grants immunity to [Confusion], [Panic], [Rage], and [Fear].

Pairing:Midorya/Bakugo

Quirk Type: Memento Mori

Author: RoseJennison

Rating: General audiences

Status: In progress

Summary: Izuku wasn't sure what his quirk type would be called. He'd never heard of anyone else having a quirk like this, so it would probably have a category all to itself. 'Memento Mori' seems like a fitting type name. 'Remember Death'. With his quirk, it's important to remember that all things must die. Because if one individual denies death for too long, another must take their place. Pushing Daisies AU- in which Izuku has a quirk that allows him to bring dead things to life with a touch. The catch is that they will go back to being dead if he ever touches them again. Plus, if he keeps them alive for too long, another similar life will be taken in their place.

Pairing: Izuku/Hitoshi

Roots

Author: HunterOfTheWild

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: To be a hero, that is Izuku's only wish. But then why does he dream of green canopies and fragrant blooms? Why do his limbs creak and tremble, and why does Kacchan's quirk scare him so? Izuku will have to dig his roots deep if he wants to become a hero

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki, Izuku/Shouto

Registered quirk: open heart

Author: Liketolaugh

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Inko liked to say that Izuku had always, in a way, had his quirk. From the time he was born, she told him, he’d cried when others cried, laughed when others laughed, and had a way of knowing when something was wrong. Sometimes when she was upset, he’d tug on her skirt, smile, and say, “Happy please!”

Pairing: Gen

NEW The Small claim of bones

Author: jurassicqueer

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: When Izuku is five he kills his father.

He had wanted to be a hero but that dream was crushed- butchered when he and his mother were waiting in the hospital, when the doctors announced that Hisashi had died hours ago. When Izuku had ripped his father’s heart apart in his chest, killed him before he knew he was dying, a future as a hero had ended. That was the first and last time Izuku would ever use his quirk on another person.

But fate has other plans, and against the forces of destiny, Izuku hasn't a chance.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Soft

Author: IfItHasAFandomImAPartOfIt

Rating: General audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: For BNHA Cuddle Week Day 1!

Kirishima really likes having Midoriya's attention on him. It doesn't happen often but.... He has his attention now though, and having Midoriya next to him, focused on him, makes his chest swell with too many feelings.

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku/

NEW Soft Spots

Author: Saysi

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Midoriya and Bakugou don't have the best of relationships - except when they find themselves alone.

Bakugou quickly finds himself developing a soft spot for the nerd.

Happy birthday Midoriya!

Pairing: Izuku/ Katsuki

Something borrowed

Author: ThisCat

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku wants to be a hero. There's nothing in the world he wants more than to be a hero, no matter what anyone says, his teachers, his classmates, or even Kacchan. He's going to be a hero. Even if his quirk is what it is. Even if he's limited to slight sensory abilities 90% of the time. Even if his quirk in action is the quintessential villainous ability. He's going to be a hero, and he's going to find a way to do it without pushing anyone else down. Somehow.

Pairing: Gen

Something like a star

Author: realisticallycynical

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: “An empathy quirk, huh?” It’s clearly a hypothetical question, though the monotone way he says it makes it sound more like a statement. “Unusual, but it explains why you’re up here.” There is… so much about that statement that doesn’t make sense.

Pairing: Gen

Standing in awe of death

Author: Ramabear

Rating: Explicit

Status: the series is still in progress, but a lot of the individual stories are completed

Summary: Katsuki drives Izuku over the edge and, together, they discover Izuku wasn't quirkless after all. Rekindling their childhood friendship, Katsuki and Izuku begin to test out the limits of Izuku's incredible new quirk. It is a very messy process.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Triangle series

Author: crabapplered

Rating: explicit

Status: the series is in progress, but the first story is complete

Warning: Dubious consent (Would have been non con, but the parties aren't exactly aware of what they were doing)

Summary: Midoriya and Todoroki get hit by a quirk that triggers heats and ruts. In the 48hrs that follow, the secret that Midoriya has kept hidden is painfully revealed. Both Todoroki and Iida must find a way to keep him safe without hurting him further...and they'll need Bakugo's help.

Pairing: Iida/Izuku/Shouto, past Izuku/Katsuki

A trip up no memory lane

Author: acernor

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Midoriya loses his memory to a villain's quirk in senior year and re-meets his classmates for the first time. With 20x the confidence, he takes absolutely 0% of Bakugo's shit, and pushes back when Bakugo tries to push him around. Bakugo likes it.

Pairing:Midorya/Bakugo

NEW United in the storm

Author: theslytherinpaladin

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku may have saved All Might during the attack at USJ, but in doing so he attracted the attention of the League of Villains. Unable to strike at All Might directly, the League decides to focus on a much easier target. Afterall, how can they ignore someone so completely undefended?

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

Until you come back home

Author: dandelion_weed

Rating: Teen and up

Status: It is a series that is still in progress, but the stories are stand alone and could be seen as complete

Summary: Saturday finds Katsuki in front of Izuku's apartment, holding a box of expensive snacks for afternoon tea in one hand and Izuku’s goddamn poster in another. In his backpack are his change of clothes and toothbrush for the sleepover. He’s ready for war. --- Katsuki tries his hand at apologizing, being a better friend, and maneuvering both his life and growing feelings for Midoriya Izuku, and succeeds with extreme damage to his pride.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Victim of circumstance

Author: Chalcet

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: When you're a Quirkless orphan on the streets, you have to fight twice as hard for just about everything. Survival. Respect. Allies. Most of the time, you're just barely scraping by. And, for that matter, so is everyone else around you. So Izuku does what he does best: he helps. Sometimes that means mediating gang disputes; other times, it's something as simple as grocery shopping. It's not like anyone else will, after all. With so many hopes riding on him, there's only ever been one option. Quirk or no Quirk, UA or no UA—he's going to become a hero.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Vicious

Author: feelslikefire

Rating: Explicit

Status: In progress but only one more chapter to go

Summary: Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought. (Or: Midoriya and Bakugou pretend to be Fake Married, join a cult, start having sex, and learn not to suck as partners, not necessarily in that order.)

Pairing: Midorya/Bakugo

A wallflower’s thorns

Author: A_ToastToTheOutcasts

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Maybe one day he'd be unafraid to tell people that he existed. Stand tall and announce that he was, in fact, there. For now though, he was more than content going day to day, weaving past his classmates and having them none the wiser. (Aka where Izuku does, in fact, have have a Quirk, it's just that no one notices)

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

We can all be heroes

Author: Amandyalmonds

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: Izuku wanted a lot of things. To not be quirkless, to save lives, for Kacchan to act like his friend again. But as the years went by, none of these things happened, until he started running into the now-graduated class of 1-A. Or, Izuku listens to Kacchan's bullying and doesn't apply to U.A. He still wants to save lives. So instead of becoming a pro-hero, he becomes a paramedic.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

What I am

Author: vanabean

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: "Shouta can see it even as it lays dormant. It curls alongside the darkness, their tendrils caressing the shadows like a doting parent. He watches the power ripple in Izuku’s dark irises like pulsing lighting, sees the flash of something dark and hungry hidden in the murky depths of his pupils. If Shouta hadn’t already heard the kids calm, sweet voice, and his polite way of speaking, he would think the child was from some twisted part of Hell."

Pairing: Gen

With what was left behind

Author: C_AveryWrites

Rating: teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: When Izuku was eleven years old, All Might had announced he was a guest speaker at an event being held at a local college, and Izuku had begged and begged his mother to take him until she gave into his pleading. That was the happiest day of Izuku’s life. To be able to meet his idol in person, to hear him speak about what it was like to be the Number One Hero, about the things he felt on and off the job, about his life as a person behind the smile that defined All Might. It’s something Izuku will never forget. *** Midoriya Izuku was born insignificant in a world where those who were extraordinary prospered. The world around him was special, basking in the radiant sunlight of a bright future while he was caught in their shadows, destined to live an empty life without meaning. That was before he met Tsukauchi Naomasa, and certainly before he met U.A. Hero Course Class 1-A.

Pairing: Ejiro/Midorya

NEW Yesterday Upon the stair

Author: PitViperOfDoom

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has always been written off as weird. As if it's not bad enough to be the quirkless weakling, he has to be the weird quirkless weakling on top of it.

But truthfully, the "weird" part is the only part that's accurate. He's determined not to be a weakling, and in spite of what it says on paper, he's not actually quirkless. Even before meeting All-Might and taking on the power of One For All, Izuku isn't quirkless.

Not that anyone would believe it if he told them.

#my hero academia #boku no hero #fanfic rec

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Continuation of: To The Young and Broke, Despite Their Hardwork, In Jakarta (Published in Magdalene.co)

I remember talking to one of my good friends, who now lives in Los Angeles, California as a musician by night and a civil engineer by day, that his younger brother refused to work for people in this city. His reason was basically the salary is too low, it is not even enough to cover his gas money to commute back and forth to work and back home.

CNN reported that Indonesia is at the highest rate of unemployment all over Asia now, for the workforce age 20-29, as well as those in their 30s. I also noticed, in my experiences living and working in Jakarta for the last 10-11 years, that it’s not that there are no jobs. In fact, there are plenty of jobs out there. So many that my emails are filled with job openings coming everyday from websites like JobsDB.com, Indeed, and others. It seems like, the younger generation of Jakarta urbanites are agreeing and nodding with my friend’s little brother, and the current reality of Indonesia’s unemployment rate is reflecting the consequences of what’s been happening for decades in this city – that people, workers, are not paid justly in their workplace. Though educated and highly skillful in their fields, they restrain themselves from working being underpaid, and with that, overworked, undervalued for their talents and skills and abilities. Perhaps, some are just waiting for the next big thing to happen in their life, trying to figure out what they want to do, how they can make money without going through the heartache of being underpaid and overworked. I understand that, I’ve gone through that too in a period of my life, and then carried on pursuing my dreams.

If you notice, some of the things that are growing in Jakarta (and perhaps all over the world, I'm not too sure), one of them is the growth of the community of young creative people. They are all around Jakarta, usually still in their 20s and 30s, who has one or more day jobs, but also have other things they do, usually doing what they love, like musicians, small business owners (online and offline), artists, writers, bloggers, chefs, designers, you got the idea. This is, the alternative to those of you who are looking to do something on your own instead of working for people, or working from home to spend more time with your family.

So, since I’ve survived successfully the hopeless outlook of Jakarta in this area, I’m going to share my point-of-view that hopefully helps everyone reading to make money in Jakarta, the alternatives you can take responding to this social phenomenon.

Some of the things I’ve done to make money here (smartly!) in the last 10 years and so far I’ve made it through just fine, are:

1. Take jobs, even though they’re low paying jobs, with the aim of landing a bigger job with bigger pay in the near future. Consider these jobs as stepping stones, to get to where you want to be in your life in the next years or so. The key here is, make the sacrifice of the pay cut worth your time and effort in the long run. Instead of being used as a corporate slave, use them instead to accomplish your career goals and dreams. And, remember your career doesn’t have to stop here, it’s only for a little bit, a stepping-stone for your next big move in life, career, and everything else, like love life!

2. Go freelance, work from home, set your own time to work or not work, and set your own fee for all jobs coming your way. I’ve done this for about 7 years. I am very happy with the outcome. I can be free deciding my own work days and time, and work whenever I want, from wherever I want. I love the freedom. I am also free to decide how much I’m paid from each client; I can make it suitable to their budgets. For big companies/public figures, I set a higher fee, and for individuals or small companies, I can always negotiate. I can be selective in the jobs that I take, usually jobs that I think are cool projects only. My income has been significantly higher going freelance than working 9-5 jobs being stuck in the office all day, sometimes working less hours.

3. Unleash your inner creativity. Be brutally honest with yourself, and go back to doing what you love to do and do that, instead of forcing yourself climbing the corporate ladder to get into the corner office and waste 9-10 years doing what you hate. Not everyone is cut out to work 9-5 jobs. And not everyone is cut out to freelance. But there’s gotta be something you love to do in life, right? Whether it’d be selling things online, singing, writing, making movies, taking photos, acting, modeling, or baking, or arranging flowers, or even playing games, you can YouTube them for people to see. Sometimes, it’s better to make less money and you do what you love, than making tons of money doing what you don’t want to do in life. It’s going to be worth it in the end. True story.

4. Of course, the ideal is to someday, to get to do what you love, and make tons of money from it! Isn’t it?! :) From my experiences, working since I was as young as 9 years old, doing whatever I could get my hands on, from waitressing, folding clothes in retail shops, all the way to an International Fashion Buyer of one of the biggest, most famous luxury brands in the world, traveling the world, to publishing my own first novel as a writer (second and third coming up soon!), as well as painting/illustrating, taking photos, and writing poems and song as well as play, the effort will all pay off in the end!

The key is, firstly, to never give up. Whatever you do, never ever give up, and keep going with what you believe in your heart. If you failed at the first try, try again tomorrow, or whenever you’re ready, to begin again at your own pace. You don’t even have to explain or share to anyone if you don’t want to. If sometimes you lose your sense of direction of what you want to be in your career or life in several years to come, it’s okay. Life, I learned throughout the years, has a way to work everything out on its own, in its right time. In its right time, you’ll figure it out, no worries! I don’t think anyone in the world has everything figured out completely, no matter how young or how old they are. You’re not alone.

The second key, is to be patient, which is my own personal struggle at the moment. Success, I think is still doable in your career in this city, against all odds. But it takes time, just like everything else in life. Good things in life take time.

Until next time, forget all the assholes they’re all losers to begin with, and focus on being happy with your own life, with what you do with with your own life. Take it one day at a time, one thing at a time. You'll be fine. All the best, everyone!

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elisehboyleblogs · 5 years ago

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Work From Home Indeed

Well, here we are; most of us spending day after day – for months – at HOME, in an almost unprecedented, sudden shift in our national economy and in the way we WORK. There are the obvious changes: millions of people unemployed, Wall Street in tatters, financial crises ad nauseam.

But as we learn the most when facing adversity, there are lessons here. If not “a blessing in disguise,” the pandemic certainly has its silver linings. Seeing them requires only the desire and willingness to take a closer look.

Who are the people who still have jobs? Who is doing better now than ever before? One answer is: those who WORK FROM HOME.

As the economy slowly reopens, something remarkable is happening: workers are telling reliable sources that they don’t want to return to their previous place of employment. The pandemic has, in effect, doubled as an experiment in employee satisfaction. Before, few of us had the option to explore working from home. Now that so many of us have gotten a taste of it, there might be no going back.

Most of us, however, don’t have the luxury of simply staying home and doing nothing. Even if we did, we’d probably want to do SOME kind of work. Most people, by far, want to be productive.

So, all of this adds up to doing rewarding, profitable work from home. How does one go about finding the right job, career, or business to do from home. As with most good things, there’s a process if you want to do it right. Oh yes, and plenty of homework before you really begin working from home.

Work From Home Reddit

Anyone can work from home, but what kinds of jobs are available? A good resource for lists and descriptions of today’s work-from-home options is Reddit, the Internet aggregator and ranker of articles, videos, and threads.

Here’s a list of some of the major categories of at-home employment:

Entrepreneur/Author – That’s right, think big! One of the great advantages of a home office is that you can be your own boss. Here at Writer Services, we put into practice daily our core value that every entrepreneur should be an author and every author should be an entrepreneur. What are your dreams and passions? This could be the perfect time to pursue them through a successful home-run business

Customer Service – Literally thousands of companies hire outside customer service agents, and many (most nowadays) work from home. Through phone calls or live chats, they help customers with concerns, questions, and returns

Court House Researcher – Background checks and other legal research

Teaching/Tutoring – Several companies are pairing qualified instructors with students in online learning

Data Entry – There always seem to be jobs in data entry, and doing it from home makes it more pleasant work

Search Engine Evaluator – Large tech firms are always hungry for data, especially data pertaining to their own systems

Social Media – Marketing through social media is still a fast-growing industry, which means jobs. Through streamlined tech assets, these marketers make it easy and rewarding to work from home.

Translator – Know a second language? You might be in the money with at-home work translating everything from legal documents to poetry

Transcriber – Transcripts provide valuable documentation of oral arts, speeches, and even television programs. (You’ll even find one later in this article!) The companies paying for them don’t need you to sit in their building. They just want the goods.

Virtual Assistant – Many smart, successful people have worked as assistants of one kind or another at some point in their lives. It can be a great opportunity to learn and hone a variety of skills that come in handy later. Employment now available via Internet platforms such as Zoom and Microsoft Teams

Work From Home Tips

Here’s a crucial fact for your success in a home-based business or work-from-home employment: You must be EFFICIENT. I find that most people in my success-training seminars take this one word too lightly. “Efficiency, okay, work full, eight-hour days, take 30 minutes for lunch and not an hour… Got it.” No, it’s much more than basic time management and “putting in your hours.” Success in the home office means developing the habits of highly productive professionals. Efficiency means developing extraordinary FOCUS. Remember, very little from this point on is optional. Rather, these are indispensable pieces of the success puzzle. Don’t expect to do well while cutting corners. Every part of this special formula is essential.

Maintain discipline in your daily routine. You’re working from home and your more comfortable than at a traditional office. That’s fine, but your work – your success – deserves your respect. Get out of your pajamas, take care of personal hygiene and grooming. Dress (at least moderately) professionally. Eat balanced, healthful meals and get your doctor-approved exercise in, during breaks, after work, or both. It all adds up. You’ve now taken the first steps to maintaining a focused, nimble mind, and it will SHOW in the quality and quantity of your work.

Optimize your home office or work area so your work flows smoothly (no taking five minutes to find the stapler). Give everything a permanent home: the files live here, the scissors live there, copy paper lives there, etc. Label all these areas if you must. You might be surprised at how much time such organization saves you.

Set a measurable goal for your productivity. Here’s the fun part: If you reach your goal of doing the same amount of work in two-thirds the time, for example, you’ll have one-third more FREE TIME, to enjoy your life, family, and friends.

What are the roadblocks you might encounter? Here’s the main one: distractions. They destroy focus and efficiency. It might simply take good old-fashioned practice to let your smartphone rest while you work at peak performance. Maybe you need to keep the phone in another room and set aside a few minutes every hour or two to listen to your voicemail. Again, it’s paramount that you respect your own time and profession. Anything that distracts from that is something to remove, if possible, or mitigate in lieu of removal.

With these tools – and many more available at Entrepreneur Success Training – you can transform the way you work and increase the biggest factor in your making more money – PRODUCTIVITY.

Work From Home Benefits

So, with all the changes and toil needed for work-from-home success, why not just gas up the car on Sunday instead, and join all the commuters on Monday on the old highway? Why not go to work where, you know, where your boss WANTS you to work? It was good enough for everybody before the pandemic… Why not now?

Well, assuming that your boss actually wants you to work outside of your home – something that’s becoming less and less popular, for many reasons – YOU are ultimately in charge of what your career and work-life looks like. YOU can choose to become an author/entrepreneur or an off-site employee for a new company, or you can ASK your supervisor or the human resources person at your current job if there are options for people who prefer to work from home. Corporations with such protocols available can be found in greater numbers every day.

Let’s have a quick look at some of the benefits of working from home.

In the home office, you are in charge of the pace of your work – efficiency and productivity – which, as I mentioned above, is the KEY , sooner or later, to how much money you make.

No commute. This can save you anywhere from one to three hours each day. That’s PRECIOUS time, of which I also spoke. Of course, you also save on fuel costs and mileage. And let’s not forget the very important factor of commuter stress: traffic jams, diminished punctuality, and the physical strains of sitting in your car for extended periods of time.

Even breaks become more efficient and productive. You’re at home, where you can have more affordable, healthful meals. You can take any doctor-approved exercise. If you take a total of an hour break during the course of your workday, it will be time well spent. Time that’s an investment in you, and activities that make you a better person and worker when you’re on the clock or off.

If you decide to go the author/entrepreneur route, there are even more benefits, not the least of which are major reductions in overhead expenses like office space rent, utilities, and insurance.

Work From Home Policy

As I noted earlier, if you decide to remain with your current employer or take a job with another company, it’s important to acquaint yourself with their rules and guidelines for working from home. If you’re not sure, you might want to ask if your employer offers work-from-home options. If so, find out what they expect from you and what you can expect from them should you both agree to go forward with it.

Some jobs, such as those in the medical field, have special requirements for ensuring patients’ privacy through compliance with HIPAA laws. You might need to put in place certain protocols at home so that patient or client information is secure.

Higher Productivity = Higher Earnings

We often hear current affairs described as “uncertain times” and, fair enough, they are. But they are also unprecedented times for examining and reflecting on the ways in which we go about our lives.

Think about it: The world has basically hit a giant “pause” button. This gives us a chance to rethink – redesign, if you will – our lives. Many Americans have already gone public, saying they DON’T WANT to go back to the old ways of doing things. Reopen, fine, but we’ve learned a lot in these few months, and some of us want to use that knowledge for the greater good.

Understandably, the long commute to work to then sit in a cubicle for eight to ten hours sounds even less appealing today than it did in March! But let’s think positive and look at the flip side.

Working from home can mean everything from a part-time customer service job to becoming a tremendously successful author and entrepreneur – in my view, the highest echelon in the business world. Really, only the sky is the limit.

I’m reminded of an article I read a few years ago about a “serial entrepreneur” from Florida. A start-up expert who successfully launched several companies before writing his first book with the assistance of a professional writer/editor.

Since publishing the book, he has launched or re-launched about a dozen corporations, including national brands, to the tune of many, many millions of dollars for himself. Here is a REAL influencer. He’s often consulted by other entrepreneurs for his insights and expertise. He’s perhaps the model author/entrepreneur, and every time I read about him it’s yet another success story.

His is the story of nearly perfect synergy between the life of the author and the life of the entrepreneur – all wrapped up into one.

The author/entrepreneur with multiple streams of income controls their own destiny. S/He might have physical products, services, books, information products, and more in their portfolio. If you’ve ever wondered if this type of success is for you, now might be the best time EVER to delve deeper into your dreams and find out how to make them happen!

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There are two sides to every coin. Nobody asked for a pandemic or another recession, but that’s what we got.

The other side of this coin is opportunity. We now have an unprecedented opportunity to learn and explore new ways of living and working.

Working from home is a wonderland of vast opportunities.

Once you’re in the groove of running your business from home, you might find you’re getting all kinds of unexpected inspiration and motivation. Working from home can mean an opportunity to spread your wings and soar higher than ever in your business or career. There are certain freedoms of agency and goal-setting that, combined with discipline and efficiency, can result in never-before-seen success for you.

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writerservicesblogs · 5 years ago

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Work From Home Indeed

Who are the people who still have jobs? Who is doing better now than ever before? One answer is: those who WORK FROM HOME.

Most of us, however, don’t have the luxury of simply staying home and doing nothing. Even if we did, we’d probably want to do SOME kind of work. Most people, by far, want to be productive.

Work From Home Reddit

Here’s a list of some of the major categories of at-home employment:

Court House Researcher – Background checks and other legal research

Teaching/Tutoring – Several companies are pairing qualified instructors with students in online learning

Data Entry – There always seem to be jobs in data entry, and doing it from home makes it more pleasant work

Search Engine Evaluator – Large tech firms are always hungry for data, especially data pertaining to their own systems

Social Media – Marketing through social media is still a fast-growing industry, which means jobs. Through streamlined tech assets, these marketers make it easy and rewarding to work from home.

Translator – Know a second language? You might be in the money with at-home work translating everything from legal documents to poetry

Work From Home Tips

With these tools – and many more available at Entrepreneur Success Training – you can transform the way you work and increase the biggest factor in your making more money – PRODUCTIVITY.

Work From Home Benefits

Let’s have a quick look at some of the benefits of working from home.

In the home office, you are in charge of the pace of your work – efficiency and productivity – which, as I mentioned above, is the KEY , sooner or later, to how much money you make.

If you decide to go the author/entrepreneur route, there are even more benefits, not the least of which are major reductions in overhead expenses like office space rent, utilities, and insurance.

Work From Home Policy

Higher Productivity = Higher Earnings

Understandably, the long commute to work to then sit in a cubicle for eight to ten hours sounds even less appealing today than it did in March! But let’s think positive and look at the flip side.

His is the story of nearly perfect synergy between the life of the author and the life of the entrepreneur – all wrapped up into one.

youtube

Video Transcript:

There are two sides to every coin. Nobody asked for a pandemic or another recession, but that’s what we got.

The other side of this coin is opportunity. We now have an unprecedented opportunity to learn and explore new ways of living and working.

Working from home is a wonderland of vast opportunities.

The post Work From Home Indeed appeared first on Writer Services.

#Ghost Writing #Book Writing #Ghost Writing Services #Writer Services

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canaryatlaw · 7 years ago

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well....today was overall alright I guess, for a Monday. period days just aren’t very pleasant overall. but today was alright. I woke up to my alarm at 11 to find this morning’s situation I previously posted about (so. much. blood.), took care of that and hooked up my new period pain reliever device thing called Livia. It was on kickstarter months ago, and came a few weeks ago, so I stopped taking bc and here we are. it’s a little square thing that connects to a wire which splits in two and has an electrode attached to a gel pad on each end. you put the electrodes on your stomach (or wherever you’re having cramps) and turn it on, and increase the level until you feel a tingly feeling going on. it operates off the theory of something called TENS, basically with electric nerve stimulation or something like that (I’m a law person, not a science person). But as far as keeping cramps away it’s doing pretty good, I used it for most of the day and was good, so that was good. But yeah, I got ready, had instant mashed potatoes for breakfast because I was out of cereal and didn’t have any other substitutes, then took the bus to the train to the other train because it was in the single digits outside today (brrr). made it to school and stopped in the PAD office briefly to dump my stuff and spend a few minutes on my laptop typing up case briefs for the cases I read on Saturday (when I didn’t have my laptop with me so I hadn’t written briefs for them) because I knew, I just knew I was going to get called on, I can always tell, so I wanted to be prepared. somewhere in between all of this I checked my email and discovered a request for a second interview with the organization I interviewed with back in December and is currently my first choice job option, so I was fairly ecstatic about that. they wanted it to be in person, not over Skype, so I ended up scheduling it for the Friday directly preceding spring break, I’ll fly to NY on Thursday (skipping my Thursday night class) and do it the next day, so I was happy about all of this. I booked flights as well so that’s good to go. I made it all the way to the end of the period, even when he kept coming up with absent people and then had to pick someone else for a chain of like 5 people, and then on the last case of the day I get called on, which was fine because I was prepared, and we only had a few minutes left so I didn’t get any too difficult questions. Went back to the PAD office after that and started working on my Remedies reading for this evening. The reading assignments have always been super long (this week’s was 85 pages) but last week he basically said you don’t have to do all of it, just at least skim the cases, so instead of actually reading I read the case briefs of them off lexis and copied those into my notes, so that worked. Then I worked on the rest of my civil rights assigned reading for Wednesday so I could leave the book at school and not have to lug it back and forth again. I was really craving like, cake or something, but didn’t want to go anywhere outside because it was snowing again and still freezing, so I didn’t do anything until guy who hangs out in the office who has been growing on me came, and I mentioned it, at which point he offered to go grab it for me like I hoped he would and I said I’d buy his coffee, so I ordered the two things from the starbucks app (I got the iced lemon pound cake) and he ran down (the starbucks is across the street) and returned a minute later with them, so I was pleased with that. Class time rolled around, so I went up to class. Sort of tuned in and out for a while, still taking decent notes and keeping up with the conversation at least. Lots of talk about damages, which is to be expected being that it’s a class based on Remedies, and damages make up a huge portion of remedies for cases. So just stuff like consequential damages and liquidated damages and when they can be counted as a penalty that won’t be enforced by the court for being against public policy, and fun stuff like that. He let us out around 7:30, an hour early, because he knew some of us have long commutes (I didn’t raise my hand when he asked; mine takes about an hour but I know those who live outside the city have much longer ones) and he wanted to make sure we all got home okay with the snow, which was of course greatly appreciated. So I took the red line to the brown line, but then when I went to check when the next bus was coming to the brown line stop the next bus was 30 minutes out (they’re only ever supposed to be 20 minutes apart) and I was like oh fuck no, I’m not waiting for half a fucking hour when the remaining distance is relatively small (though would not be a pleasant walk, especially in current conditions, a bit too far for that). So I sucked it up and got an uber for the last mile or two, which got me home at a decent time at least. Got home and got some food, then turned on tonight’s episode of Supergirl, which I thought was super interesting. I loved their whole plot with Julia/Purity and that climax scene when Alex basically talks her down and gets her to fight it off, and suddenly this innocent person is back, and offers herself to save Alex (which, while very noble, sadly played right into Reign’s plan). I then loved Kara’s line at the end about saving them instead of defeating them, because I sooooo badly want that to be the solution to this season and not end up with a dead Sam and abandoned Ruby, so I really hope that’s the path they go down. but yeah, I enjoyed the episode, which is always good. after that I wound up calling my dad, which lead to a somewhat tense discussion over job options, where he was telling me he has connections with the people conducting the interviews at the DA’s office, and I told him I’d really prefer to get a job that I got on my own merit, not his, not like how my brother did, and he wasn’t happy to hear that because he was like “what have I been working my whole life for then?” and like, my dad has made a great reputation for himself. but when people see my last name I want them to think of the things I’ve done to give it meaning, not the things my dad or brother had done. If it works out like that I will take a job in the DA’s office, but I’d much prefer a position that I knew I got on my own merit, not who my father is. because I’m well-qualified, dammit, I worked my ass off to get in the top 15% of my class, working 16 hours a week in addition to being a full time student for a full year to gain the experience and training I needed to excel in the area I want to go into. I want to get offered a job because it’s something I earned, not because I was born into the right family and can get a job through nepotism. There’s a reason I decided to go to law school halfway across the country, where nobody knows my last name, and I have a blank slate where I can make a name for myself. of course, job options in Chi are not looking great right now. I emailed my former prof about a position in the PD’s office in the juvenile division, but I’d have to apply to the general office and then wait to get transferred to the juvenile division once I’d gained enough seniority (it’s relatively low on the rotation, maybe the second or third stop after things like traffic court and DV court) to get to the juvenile division. but of course that also risks the chance that I’d be assigned to the child protection division, where I would have to defend the parents in abuse and neglect proceedings, something I never intend on doing. Like, honestly, I would have no problem defending in criminal cases. I would have no problem defending someone who was guilty of murder. But I will never defend an abusive parent, because the parent’s lawyers are the only players in that system who have an objective that differs from the best interest of the child, and I never ever want to be in a position where it’s my job to argue something that is not in the best interest of a child because it’s what my client wants. So yeah, give me murderers or death row cases, I’ll happily do that defense work (my dad is a criminal defense lawyer primarily after all, so it’s not like I haven’t had plenty of exposure to it), but don’t ask me to defend an abusive parent to the detriment of their child. that I will never do. but anyway. We talked it out a bit and eventually hung up, at which point I decided to start watching Game of Thrones, which I was told to watch as much as I can this week because apparently we’re going to a GoT themed con on Saturday. I tried to get HBO Go to work through my roommate’s apple tv, but the thing is so old it doesn’t function very well and kept stalling on me to the point where it wouldn’t even play the episode i just said fuck it and paid the two bucks to get the episode off Amazon prime video. I’ve been reading Daenery’s page on the game of thrones wiki so I had some idea of what happened with her, but everything else was fairly confusing, though I think I had a pretty good grasp of what happened. Definitely not used to the nudity and the gore (so many beheadings, ick) but hopefully I’ll get better with that. I didn’t realize Sansa was so young at the beginning of the series, I definitely thought she was older. They all looked pretty damn young, and the adorable small child I was informed is named Bran Stark did a great job of being very cute. Daenery’s storyline was of course hardcore cringeworthy, getting married against her will (even if it is to Jason Momoa) after dealing with her gross asshole of a brother, and then getting legit raped on her wedding night was just pretty damn horrifying to watch. I like her character a lot though, so I’m looking forward to seeing how that goes. And yeah, when that ended I started getting ready for bed and here we are. I don’t have to do anything tomorrow until PT at 1, but I’m gonna try to get up at 11 and make a target trip beforehand to pick up a prescription and grab some groceries, because if I wait until afterwards I probably won’t have enough time to do my secured transactions reading and be done in time to watch The Flash and Black Lightning, so I’ll try to be somewhat more productive, even while still sleeping in a while. so hopefully that will go well. And yeah, that’s it for now. Goodnight my loves. Hope your Monday didn’t suck.

#daily journal #February 2018

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iintotheocean-blog · 6 years ago

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Swimming in an ocean

I feel paralyzed by change and choice. It seems like I’m stuck, but really there is just so much to choose from.

I graduated last month and started full time at my new gig. I’m raking in so much money now that I can finally pay off my debts and afford to live on my own. I even have money to buy things I want! I got a new monitor, some network gear, some clothes, and of course gifts for all of my friends.

I have a girlfriend now, too. Val. She’s a pretty cool girl. She’s my best friend’s wife’s best friend, so that’s cool. She’s into weed and memes and enjoys plenty of the things I enjoy. She obviously cares a lot about me, and goes out of her way to make me happy. The sex life gets better every time I see her as we learn each others’ bodies and become more comfortable.

The thing is... Since I’m being honest here... I’m still on the fence. Granted, I’m leaning a lot more towards just sticking with it and seeing where it goes. However, I can’t help but to feel like I’m settling. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with Val. She’s incredible. But, I still can’t get Kaylee out of my mind. She and I talk all of the time and every time we do, we just fucking click. We click so well and just go forever. We get each other. We would be great together. Her and her boyfriend broke up after graduation, and we have been talking a lot since. I saw her last weekend for Margaritas and we spent 2.5 hours talking. I could have easily spent another 2-3 with her, but I didn’t want Kyle to get suspicious. :/ She even made me the cutest little triceratops crochet as a gift. I love it.

The thing is, Kaylee lives far away. And she has a son. So, she’s anchored. She’s anchored hard, which means I’d have to move down there if there was to be any hope for us. But, I can’t do it. I have a good thing going on up here, and I’m not giving it up for something that MIGHT work out. I’m not making these mistakes again. No. For now, we will stick with what we have and ride it out.

I know this sounds shallow, and honestly this whole post is kind of gross, but I’m excited that Val is losing weight. I mean, she’s not fat. However, she’s pretty close to where Amanda was when we got together and I’m just not really a fan of the body type. It’s O.K., but I would be ALL over her if she was thinner... I’ve never been with a small girl despite that being my type, so I think that is also something that’s bothering me. Maybe starting a relationship in long distance has something to do with my being on the fence.

I’m being a fucking asshole by saying all of this. I hope this blog is never discovered by those close to me. But I have to vent this somehow and this is the sort of shit I would rather spit out into the void than discuss with someone.

So, in other news. I’m off both adderall and zoloft. The only reason is because I’m no longer a student so I had to get my own insurance. It just kicked in last week, so I suppose I should go look for a doctor. I’m not going to lie, I’ve been noticing a decline in my attitude over the last couple of weeks. I went through almost a month of brain zaps since I couldn’t taper off. :/ I just don’t want to spend the money. I’m still in saving mode, even if I’ve been buying a few things here and there.

I am, however, looking for an apartment. That is what I am saving for. I put together a short list of places to go look at. I should go look at them tomorrow, and I probably will if I get the will to actually get the fuck up off my ass and drive. I’ve left the house once in the last 3 days lol. I really want to, but I’m still trapped in my current lease. I’m waiting for someone to take over, otherwise that’s $640/month that’s going down the tubes. I’ve been getting pressured to both get an apartment and not get an apartment. It’s getting annoying, and now with all of these internet issues and with a hammer breaking my windshield a couple of weeks ago, I’m getting sick of living at home and commuting. It’s stressing me the fuck out. So, I’m going to go tomorrow and hopefully I can move into a new place in the next few weeks.

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myangstybullshit2018 · 4 years ago

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Lizard King’s mission

We sat in the throne room waiting on the lizard king to come in. Spunky had finally gotten the hoodie and backpack he wanted so he was currently changing shape to see if it would still fit. Isabelle was fiddling with her new gear, testing everything and making sure it worked. I was just laying on the floor staring at the ceiling. It was a mesh of tree branches crossing the ceiling. I heard his giggled before I saw him come crawling down the tree to his throne.

He gave us a map, a bamboo plant, some fresh water, and directed us on where to go. I looked at the bamboo and the people around me multiple times, but no one explained and no one else seemed to think it odd. There was a community that was being held hostage by their leader. They needed a human to make it through the security measures which is where I came in. We sat off on our trek, taking the commuter tunnel to the outside edge of the city. We took the elevator down and stepped out into the trees.

We struck out at a steady pace and followed it for several hours. The area closest to the city was pretty clear of monsters or anything else. The far side of the city was where the monster fights were held, and any monsters coming to the city were generally here to fight. This side led deeper into the mountains and forest. The forest of giants was not for giants, but rather everything was huge, I guess it could still be for giants, but the foliage itself was the giant part. A single apple could become a house for a normal human which means we had plenty to eat, but much of the land was difficult to use. When we were halfway we sat up camp. Spunky would sleep with me, but Isabelle preferred to burrow, so by the time my hammock and tarp were up, she was in a cozy hole in the ground. For awhile we just hung out, swinging in the hammock, staring at the treetops and sometimes stars, but mostly tree tops. I heard a noise that was specifically magical in nature. Looking to my pack I saw that there was a bit of a glow. I grabbed the bamboo that was gently vibrating and sparkling, and sat it on the ground. The container and trees seemed to grow and open, allowing rum to hop into our space. He grinned for a second, them looked crestfallen, the dictator had gotten his hands on spot. He was holding him hostage in the hopes that we would back down. I told Rum not to worry, he didn’t have to look sad on my account. I wasn't worried about spot, I knew he would be fine. Honestly if they even still had him, it was because he wanted to be captured. I was still going to get him back, and now I had no reason to try to be nice.

Rum spent the next hour explaining the bamboo too me, mainly because I grabbed him before he could disappear into it again. Bamboo travel is pretty common, but I had only seen it done with living bamboo groves. This was new and specific to Rum. It was a development of his own. He explained that once we had the fortress back, we only needed to put the bamboo somewhere and we would have an easy way back to the castle. All we need do was step up to the bamboo and think of our location. Much like the groves, only these allowed for more control. If we wanted to turn off the travel aspects in any directions we only need to set the bamboo in that way.

The next morning we packed quickly and I informed everyone of the letter. Now filled with righteousness, and ready to retrieve our friend we sped off.

We came to a fence, which was very our of place in the wildness, and largeness, of this forest. It was obviously not going to keep out the natural elements so it seemed as if it was there specifically for me. We sat outside the fence and monitored the workers keeping tabs on their schedules. Isabelle tunneled under the fence and into a small building where we were able to hear the guards as well.

No to disparage what I'm sure was a very nice dictator, but if he had tried his particular level of bullshit anywhere other than the monster forest he would not have made it. His guards were not ready to go up against and angry, armored rabbit, a giant hooded bear, and a particularly sneaky five year old. Most of the guards were animals that didn't have any powers, or a few humans who also did not have any powers, and to my chagrine several chibis. On the one hand I could blend in, on the other these were partial incantations of me. After listening to them for awhile we really didn't want to hurt them. It was obvious they didn't really understand what was going on. We stole some uniforms and spunky hid in my bag. Isabelle and I waited until no one was around and headed out. We walked the directions most everyone else had been going.

The pathways through the trees were tight, not much more room that my shoulders. The path took a sharp right and a trio of trees were in the center area, a house, castle, random assortment of wood, I'm not sure what to call it. It was attached to the trees, the tallest platform so high up I could only make out that it was the top, and the rest of the building grew and spiraled out of the wood to create a huge structure.

Getting the relic was much easier than expected. We chose stealth over crazed berserker mode which is what we were all feeling. We had spunky as our secret weapon if things got bad, but as it stood, we just climbed right up. On each tree leg was a ladder that led up into the building. Isabelle and I went to separate ones. She looking for spot and I looking for the relic. Rum had said it would be close to the top.

The rooms in the house were odd and didn't make sense. Everything was out of place, like the house itself was making people uncomfortable. I continued up, plenty of people around but no one really seemed to know who anyone was, so a new face was not surprising. The section I was in was a spiral hallway winding around the trunk of one tree with tilted paintings on the wall and angled furniture up against the walls. I could hear more noise and people ahead and sped up a little. Stopping at the door we were at the first big level, all three trees supporting the large floor which seemed to be a greeting area. Everyone was standing around talking to each other and in general seemed to just be enjoying life. Three hallways led into the room, I assumed spiral hallways wrapping around the trunks, there were multiple more levels so I continued walking. The higher I got the less people I saw until I came upon the office, top of the tower, well almost, with a view of the forest and mountains. The city must be on the other side as there was no sign of it at all. In what could only be described as an oval office sat a charicature of Che Guevara. He was bent over the desk, scribbling furiously on something. Behind his was a shelf full of unique items. Each item had its own sense of purpose, it was an impressive collection, but the only thing sending off a signal was the hammer. With his head down and focused on something it was relatively easy to sneak over and grab it, my intention had been to run. The moment I picked up and held the relic in my hands I knew we'd be safe. Not just because I could hurt someone with it, but it was obvious it wanted to be with me. I didn't feel a need to run, or hide anymore. I felt oddly at home. I stood with the hammer in my hand and he finally turned seeing me. From one of the other doorways came Spot flying overhead to land on my shoulder and Isabelle came running in slamming the dictator to the floor and pinning him there. He did not put up a fight. It felt very arranged and I was suspicious of the whole situation. We were not amazing fighters or even good at strategic planning so I had to wonder as to how we did this so easily.

We rounded up all the people and figured out what to do with them. The newly fallen dictator would go to the city for trial. Taking the bamboo from my bag I placed it on the floor and stepping in front. The sparkling and magical noises began and the bamboo grew and changed to make the door. I could see guards on the other side and the prisoner stepped through. Rum came back in our direction and began making the decisions for the people who had gotten caught up in this. He offered home in the city to anyone who wanted to come, but also told them that they were allowed to stay in this area, but that the new resident of the fortress would not be making decisions for them. With that Rum gave me the treehouse. To be fair it was mine anyway. With the hammer in my hand I climbed the rest of the way to the very top. A small triangular piece of wood was attached to three trees. From the top, I could see where the trees twisted and turned to created the frame of the house, stating from this connection point. In the distance I could see everything. I don’t know if it was the highest point in the monster forest, but I could see the lighthouse in one direction and the city in another. I put the hammer on my lap and sat alone on this, the first ever treehouse I built. I was so tiny, and it was hard to get the nails to go in. The tree had grown up around the twisted metal of the messed up nails, but it had been on of my proudest moments. I lived in this treehouse for years, some of the extensions below had been started by me, but the trees seemed to take on a life of their own when I left. I don’t remember choosing to leave, and I’m not sure why this treehouse is here when it should be closer to other places, but the one thing I’ve learned living in the mindscape is that we often find the reasons after they don’t matter.

When I finally climbed down I replaced the hammer on the shelf and found that the entire house was feeling more normal. Rum was waiting on me in what use to be the oval office, but at this point was just another room. I asked him point blank if he had set this up, and he admitted that a good portion of what had happened had been his brain child, but that he did not have anyone touch spot, and that the dictator was in fact taking over to create an army, the fact that he would have failed without my cooperation was not really touched on. When I asked why he told me, I don’t want to give you a gift, I want you to reclaim yourself. I would have had to do this either way, but with your help I can also return this place to you. It wants you here. He was right. I could feel the difference in everything. I was able to navigate without thought now, everything worked correctly.

Spunky, Isabelle, Rum and I stepped back through the gateway. Rum showed me how to change the settings and gave me another bamboo, letting me know if was for my regular home. I did not have to travel to see him or visit the treehouse. I could go by bamboo, and I could lock anyone out from using my bamboo and entering my space. We still had a very long trek ahead of us however, and started out to make it back home.

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richardkhaynes · 5 years ago

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Work From Home Indeed

Who are the people who still have jobs? Who is doing better now than ever before? One answer is: those who WORK FROM HOME.

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