#this means we gonna get some shocking development in next chapter..

[yuujiheart]

Just saw leaks after this,, gege what the hell are you cooking .....

[rosakuma]

Predictions on What Might Happen in Drdt ch.3 Part 1

So with the emotional roller coaster of ch.2 finished, I figured it would be nice theorizing what could happen next chapter based off the current information we know and some predictions/theories I’ve either seen around or have. Share any thoughts about the theories/prediction or your own down below the comments or reblogs! This will be multiple parts due to the word limit, so let's get started!

For starters, lets go over who’s currently alive:

Teruko

Charles

Whit

Eden

J

Arturo

Veronika

Hu

Nico

Levi(Possible if Arturo can save his life)

David

Rose

As for gender ratio we have 6 girls, 1 enby, and 5 guys remaining(unless Levi dies, then only 4).

So with that being said, that means most likely to balance out the gender ratio between the guys and girls(excluding Nico our beloved furry enby), we would have to have 2 girls die and 1 guy die. Leaving only 4 girls, 4 guys, and 1 enby left. That is if Drdt follows the three people dying during chapter 3 formula(to which this post will pretend it will).

Now who would our victims and culprit be? We’ll get back to that later. For now lets move onto the current mental states and situations our cast is in and how that will reflect on their development/survival chances?

Teruko: As we seen in the last ep of ch.2, Teruko…..is not doing great. Now Teruko has definitely gotten a lot of great development in the sense of potentially starting to trust others again as we seen in the trial. But there’s also the factor that Teruko is suffering from the deaths of her classmates in secret due to thinking she’s to fault for their deaths because of her luck. Seeing Ace died affected Teruko badly because she was just like him in trying to push others away to be safe and not hurt(Ace being basically a dark reflection of Teruko this chapter). Along with seeing herself no different from him or Arei in being a bad person. This could definitely affect Teruko in her current relationships(Charles, Eden, Rose, Whit, and possibly Levi now), but I still think there’s a spark of hope that Teruko will allow herself to at least work with others or hang out a bit more with people at a distance. I conclude that Teruko Tawaki will start working with others again while suffering from guilt both survivors guilt and guilt of almost having Levi killed because she broke a rule via asking Ace to kill MonoTv.

Charles: Now last we seen of our beloved tsundere chemist was him going back to a state of shock from seeing Levi bloody and barely alive. To which after Charles recovers from it and Levi is taken care of, here’s what I think will happen to him. I believe we’ll see Charles starting to work more with others who are willing now that we see that Charles accepts friendship from others thanks to Whit(and kinda Teruko in ch.1). Along with his friends, he is definitely gonna be so worried and upset at Teruko for almost dying. Yeah she didn't get shot and instead Levi did, but still Charles was concern for her regardless if her luck would prevent her from dying. Another thing I saw brought up from a few posts is Charles starting to become more independent while still dependant on others. What I exactly mean is I think Charles will prevent others like Whit from trying to protect him as he does not want to be pitied and with him being sheltered by his parents, this increases his desire to do and face things on his own. This might cause complications in his friendship with Whit since Whit seems to be really protective of Charles to cover his eyes when death/blood happens or giving him an alibi in the trial. But who knows?(although I can see them targeting Charwhit as they had it good for too long and how every other yaoi/Yuri ship has been doomed). Also we might get more Charles and Elliot lore next chapter, I'm feeling it.

Whit: So Whit……its kinda hard predicting what will happen to Whit exactly since the dude doesn't let the current situation bother him(the secrets being all revealed, Levi almost dying, Ace dying, etc). Only concern he has is with Charles and like I said for Charles, maybe we might have CharWhit drama, its hard telling. But I will say that I believe Whit is probably going become more suspicious since we seen that one sprite in ep16. Like seriously WTF WAS THAT WHIT!? Like no joke if this keeps up, he is definitely the mastermind or at least traitor. I got my eyes on you Whit Young (≖_≖ ) . Oh and I do have a theory of what role Whit can play in ch.3 I’ll go more into another section.

Eden: Oh sweet Eden, you deserve so much 😭 Okay so definitely Eden is going to be in mourning over Arei and I feel like with now both Ace dead and Levi almost dying, she’s probably at her mental limit. Like I don't believe she’ll end up like Teruko in the beginning of ch.2, but I don't think Eden will be able to be the good support system for everyone with what she’s going through rn. Like Teruko and Xander with his family, Eden is going through survivor guilt over Arei, Min, and possibly Ace? We seen how Eden thinks Min’s death is her fault with the baking activity and think its the same with Arei during the trial. Along with Ace, Eden did state that while she doesn't forgive him for killing Arei, she feels bad for him and this happening. Like Eden said, this all could’ve been prevented. Eden probably blames herself in not checking up on Ace, trying to befriend Arei that lead to her trying to protect her, or not being able to help diffuse the fighting at the cafeteria as well since that lead up to David making everyone reveal their secrets to each other. I think it will take some time and emotional support hopefully from Teruko and anyone else kind to support her for Eden to be able to bounce back from this one.

J: Honestly I don't have a lot to say about J rn. Her main concern is on Levi, but if I was going to guess what might happen to her or be explored with her for chapter 3. We’ll probably get more lore on her family and perhaps why J seems more anti-murder than everyone else. Along with this, she’ll probably snap and get Arturo hopefully off her back for good if he still tries to stalk/bother her. Otherwise hopefully she’ll just be vibin.

Arturo: Oh Arturo, you are definitely being set up for some character development. With Arturo’s secret being revealed about his sister, his involvement with Eden and Arei, and along with having Levi’s life in his hands. He is going to be going through the wringer I tell you. To start off, if Levi lives, I think that will be a bit of hope and maybe redemption in himself in Arturo’s eyes as I feel like his dialogue to Ace in ep16 might hint he feels like he can’t save anyone since he couldn't save his sister from dying(via killing herself). If Levi dies, that is going to start a downspiral for him as he is going to believe he failed to save someone again and now has two deaths on his hands. Going into his sister and involvement with Eden, I think this is going to cause some discourse with others. Specifically J and Hu. J because she already thinks low of him because of his treatment towards her and the fact she believes he is actually responsible for Felicity’s death(although you could argue that maybe she just said that because she’s mad at him for causing this murder to happen a little). Hu I think will get on him too for both threatening Eden which lead to Ace being able to frame her and kill Arei and the fact Hu does not take lightly of someone causing a suicide knowing her secret. I think this will be apart of the discourse over the group’s secrets and potential fault in what happened last chapter.

Veronika: Oh girlie you’re the one I’m concern for the most! Okay so Veronika is starting to get more disturbing in the killing game with how she’s reacting to both Ace’s death and Levi getting injured. And with both her secret revealed and how the group is going right now, I don't think it will be good for her. We know how that Veronika uses her talent and to extent, the killing game to entertain herself enough to prevent her from self harming herself. With how I think the group will have conflict with each other, I think she’ll be fine at first since drama will be interesting to her. Even if she gets involve as I could see someone blame her for what happened last chapter since she failed to stop Nico and Ace’s fight along with encouraging Ace’s paranoia about dying. I don't think she’ll feel bad since there was other factors + she finds it more interesting how events happen. All of this will possibly come crashing down for her as if everyone starts distancing themselves from others, then how will Veronika be able to keep herself entertained? She won’t have any drama or anyone to watch horror movies with her. This could lead to her going to a dark space in possibly causing something to entertain her or be possibly manipulated.

Since part 1 is getting to close to the word limit, I’ll end this here and continue off onto the next part(will link post after I post this and finish the other): https://www.tumblr.com/rosakuma/763649926247940097/arturo-oh-arturo-you-are-definitely-being-set-up?source=share

[stromuprisahat]

Siege and Storm- Chapter 17

After some deliberation I've decided to put almost everything from the first part of this chapter under a single post, because all of it is thematically intertwined. It paints a picture of the state in which Ravka finds itself, its treatment of Grisha, all the reasons Aleksander attempted the Coup, and how he's about to get repaid.

Wow, I wonder why would anyone mind being perceived as no more than (annoyingly) living, breathing furniture...

... at best.

Why is Ravka so behind in military development?

There wasn't an involved Tsarevich to sweet-talk the Royal Couple into letting the Fabricators work on ~that~, because let's be honest- it certainly wasn't Alina, who persuaded them.

And the best mind they have doesn't want to create tools of destruction (and apparently the big, bad Darkling didn't MAKE him, if David's so shocked by use of Alina's powers to spread the Fold).

*mumbles*

As if he'd never done that before... as if the Darkling were a stranger to battle...

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 10 & Rule of Wolves- Chapter 33

Yeah, he sounds exactly like the kind of general, who stays in the rear...

Look, I know Sikurzoi are supposed to be uninhabitable or whatever, but let's be honest- which mountains (in mild climate) are completely uninhabited? Why wouldn't Aleksander- a lives-long student of survival- use otherwise hostile place to hide?

I know ~I~ would.

Do you mean "Are there any living Grisha left, stationed there?".

Geeez...

Zoya truly doesn't acknowledge the First Army massacres, does she? And the word ~would~ have reached them at this point, even if we ignore the dead from Grand Palace. Fedyor's group's in Little Palace!

Remember, children: It doesn't count as war, if they only regularly attack your villages, draw back, and their government claims it knows nothing!

He’s never faced the might of the First and Second Armies working in tandem... I wonder why... Could it be because your precious First Army hates his people so much they went to slaughter them the moment the Darkling's out of the picture?

I know this is Naïve Nikolai, but the way he puts it... as if otkazat'sya working alongside Grisha weren't exactly, what's Aleksander trying to achieve for centuries. As if he didn't manage it on smaller scale with his oprichniki. As if he should be surprised by mere possibility of it!

The weapons will be only a cherry on the top, the reason he keeps using nichevo'ya even though it costs him dearly. It's the kind of weapons he fears, because he knows, what it can do to his people (aside from rendering them strategically useless). He's seen massacres, he caused massacres, he cannot prevent them. And let's not forget he might be in the front line, but it will be those remaining 80 % of Grisha right behind him. And Nikolai's fancy new machine guns won't miss them more than his Army's weapons did.

This is horrifying.

They intend to slaughter the man for the crime of standing up to their regime and finding a way to substitute his people with canon fodder of magical variety, completely disregarding whys, or bothering to check if they're not living in a glasshouse first.

Why is no one asking about the pogroms? Why is no one questioning Grisha safety FROM FIRST ARMY?! Why do they act as if another massacre of Grisha should solve all their painfully obvious issues?!

Why am I supposed to wish THEM success?!

In a way...

How is your victory gonna ensure Grisha a place in Ravkan society, Alina?!

You murder the Darkling together, good... then what? Ya'll get a nice house in the country and your neighbours won't burn it to the ground? Stone you to death next time something bad happens? Never again- Grisha being dragged out of their beds in middle of the night?!

THAT'S what Aleksander feared- once Grisha are no more necessary for the wars, there's no place for them in THIS Ravkan society! Unlike otkazat'sya, those weapons don't make them vulnerable only physically!

This makes my head hurt.

Are they truly this blind?!

There's not a single voice raised against cooperation with the very same people that have been murdering theirs mere weeks ago, but the Darkling is some sort of ultimate evil on word of one (1) girl and the remains of her semi-official ménage-a-trois?!

[foxydivaxx]

Things heat up here. Notice how Gossip Girl is kind of supportive of Zoro and Sanji. Can you all guess who Gossip Girl is? Also One Piece will be mentioned here. What do I mean? Read on. Warning: X-rated content.

Gossip Girl: Bad Romance Chapter 3

Hi there Upper Eastersiders. Guess what?! We’ve got our first S and Z sighting in months. The couple were spotted at a five star hotel at the Upper East Side. According to sources, Z was there to do a photoshoot to promote an upcoming movie project. Yes, the Power Couple are back in town!!

S also did a photoshoot for the same magazine that has been described as empowering, glamorous and sexy. Apparently he wore a sexy black dress that would make Morticia from Addams family proud. S is no longer playing kiddie games. We talking big leagues here especially since he is no longer a little boy anymore.

Afterwards, the two went clubbing. Also been noticing Z introducing S to some well-known producers and influential figures in the music industry, both in Asia and here in the U.S. Could it be possible that S may work on his first proper album soon?

For some context, S originally debuted as a solo artist when he was just 13. He released the single Good Vibes which did not do well on the charts.

Despite this, he met Z around that time and they hooked up almost immediately, thus starting their long term relationship. Z is two years older than S. S would later join Popstars: The Rivals and Aogiri was born and the rest is history.

Some film and fashion heavyweights were spotted at the club the Power Couple were hanging at. These folks also spoke with them. Looks like things are working out in S’ favour.

Taking that secret trip has done them some good. And hold up, is that a diamond encrusted Rolex watch I see S wearing?! It even matches Z’s signature diamond Rolex!!

Plus, he is wearing what looks like brown Louis V slacks. Hmm. Z is spoiling his man, and it shows. Also, S’ famous derriere turned a lot of heads as usual as many were shocked by how sexy he still looks. Come on, he is 18 now.

Another piece of good news for S is that Aogiri’s latest musical offerings have been mad flopping on the charts lately. The various TV shows that the boys have been starring in have been struggling with low ratings. What goes around comes around indeed. LE has signed with a brand new agency and will continue to be an actor. Please support him.

I bet the Power Couple has something big in the pipeline. Who knows? One thing I know is that the rest of the Upper East Side's elite are taking notice and, let's just say, many people are not happy about the latest developments. Dethroning the power couple never ends well and they are about to find out why.

"So those two are back huh?" says Eren. He just read the latest Gossip Girl blast and man. He does not like this one bit. Sukuna said they will show up at court but this, this is terrible. No one knows where the both of them went to. But all this is clearly Zoro’s handiwork. As usual, Zoro is always one step ahead of them.

The others gather round Eren as he showed them Gossip Girl’s latest blog post. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Light exclaims. “Now what do we do?” Natsu says. Eren sighs. “Even I do not know.”

Sukuna too has seen the blog post whilst lounging in his jacuzzi and is seething with rage. Why?! Why are those two now deciding to show their dirty faces?! Especially that bitch Sanji?!! “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Lelouch reads the latest news about Sanji and Zoro and grins. “About time. Things are gonna get crazy now that they are back.”

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Meanwhile, Sanji and Zoro are at Zoro’s apartment in Manhattan. “The court case has already begun. However, you have to be in court in the next 2 days to testify against them.” says Zoro.

“Good news for us.” Sanji says with a chuckle as he sips some white wine. “This is why I love you so much Zoro. All these bitches think they are smart not knowing that you will somehow outsmart them.”

Zoro smirks. “This is why I am the King baby. They can buy school but those motherfuckers cannot afford class..” he says as he wraps his arms around Sanji’s waist and pulls him into a kiss, a gesture Sanji happily returns.

“It’s been a while we have kissed Daddy.” Sanji whispers faintly. God does he miss hearing that nickname. Whenever Sanji calls him, it is obvious what he wants.

Zoro takes Sanji’s glass away and places it on the stool and picks Sanji up bridal style, leading him to the bedroom.

Once they got to the bedroom, Zoro gently placed Sanji on the bed. The blonde giggles and motions to his lover who takes off his shirt and pounces on top of him, kissing his neck hungrily, earning moans from the blonde who takes off his clothes without hesitation and kisses him back.

“Ride me.” Zoro groans.

Sanji smirks and helps Zoro to unzip and strip off his jeans and boxers. Once he spots his cock, a mischievous smirk appears on his face. How they managed to spend 3 months with each other without having sex is beyond him.

That is perhaps the longest he had gone without having sex with Zoro. Well; if you add the previous months of drama, that is six. Not counting that one time they had sex on top of Sanji’s piano in his home. Or that time they fucked each other in the limo at an award show. Sure he was still technically dating Sukuna then. But it did not matter. It seems like destiny wants the two of them to be together. So why fight it now?

“Oh how I have missed this.” the blonde coos as he gently traces a finger over the head, earning a gasp from his lover.

He lowers his head down and begins to slowly lick and then suck Zoro off, letting out a horny moan. It is a well known fact that Sanji was the biggest slut on the planet.

Zoro moans as he places a hand on his lover’s head, slowly pushing him down so that he can take more. “Fuck!! I keep forgetting how skilled your mouth is.”

Sanji continues to bob his head as he takes as much of Zoro as he possibly could and pleasures him. Zoro has always been a big guy, something that Sanji deeply appreciates as it makes sex a lot more fun and pleasurable for him.

He then pulls away. “Nah. I need that dick inside me now Daddy. So nope I won’t make you cum like that.” He heads over to the dressing table and pulls out the bottle lube.

He pours some into his fingers and begins to finger himself. Zoro watches in awe as Sanji begins to let out those sexy wanton noises that he loves to hear. The way his face contorts with pleasure did not help matters either.

Once Sanji had felt he was stretched enough, he then proceeds to straddle his lover’s laps and positions himself before sinking onto the cock.

“S-Shit!!”

“F-Fuck!! Still tight as ever.”

Sanji smirks and begins to bounce up and down the cock. Zoro places his hands on Sanji’s ass, aiding the blonde with his movements as he bucks his hips into Sanji’s hole.

As time passes, Sanji’s cries of pleasure get louder as Zoro gets a lot rougher with him. “J-just the way I like it…” Sanji purrs as he rolls his hips.

Soon, Zoro hits a certain part that makes Sanji scream. “AH!! ZORO!!” The greenete smirks, flips them around so that he was on top and proceeds to fuck the living daylights out of Sanji, the bed below them creaking under the pressure.

A couple minutes later, Sanji mewls and cums hard with Zoro soon following suit.

The lovers pant for air as they come down from the high of their orgasm. “Man that felt good.” Sanji says with a giggle. Zoro chuckles and kisses Sanji on the forehead, before slowly pulling out of him.

“I keep forgetting how naughty you are.”

“Says the bitch that keeps taking photos of my naked ass!!”

“Oi!! I had to!! Like you got the best ass in the world and that ass needs a shrine!!”

The two of them laugh and cuddle between the sheets.

[justanotherfanfolks]

Twisted Wonderland Main Story Scattered Thoughts (Prologue Chapter 1-2)

Let's take it from the top, I need a refresher!

Okay first things first, uh, Grim? Buddy. Our beloved arsonist. How were you planning on getting the robes off of Yuu? How were you planning on WEARING human sized robes? Also, yes Grim, weasel. Reason 1: tiny gremlin. I think it was ferret in Japanese. Reason 2: I believe in Yuu choosing violence in the dialogue options. Peace was never an option. And again I ask, how is he planning to fit those robes? LOL the chase sequence, that’s one way to get a grand tour! GRIM, NO FIRE IN THE LIBRARY, THINK OF THE BOOKS! Omg, it’s Crowley! How- how did he know to come here? Did he just see the open coffin and go “...ooooooooo… I should check on what that is.” You know, people always think Grim is Yuu’s familiar, I want to know more about how familiars work in Twisted Wonderland. Wait, I just realized Grim doesn’t have his stone, NO, HE LOOKS WEIRD WITHOUT IT! TWST PUT IT BACK! I really want to see how the beginning of the ceremony looks when everyone gets out of the coffins, since they aren’t supposed to get out themselves. I wanna see the full orientation. Dang it Ramshackle Duo, I wanted to see that! Hope the anime shows us. Hm. So Crowley opens them himself. I imagine he does it with magic, but imagine this man opening 200 coffins by hand. Nah, Crowley would never. He doesn’t do anything. Well, except make me suspicious, but that’s a conversation for another day. Wait, hang on I think I should’ve picked the other dialogue option, that might answer some questions. I'll do that later. You know, when I first played the prologue, I tried reading it with a translation next to me (as everyone insisted it was superior), but I got a headache going back and forth so I bit the bullet and just read the ENG version. Ah, who dis be or where I be? Both logical questions. I’ll ask who dis be, I don’t remeber what I picked the first time. He’s truly shooketh at the idea of Yuu not knowing who he is. “My magnamity is boundless” ah here come the cracks! There’s the Crowley we know and… know. Hold on, there’s a CHAIRMAN!? I forgot about that, who is this chairman? And why pick Crowley? Magic or academy. Well, if it was me I’d be more interested in the magic aspect than the academy aspect. Like Yuu, we gotta ask the real questions here, why be shocked at the idea of school? I also want to know more about this carriage thing- I know in the manga and I’m pretty sure the novel too the Yuus get isekaied by Carriage-kun Truck-kun style, does Yuu get isekaied by Carriage-kun in the game? To me it sounds like you’re supposed to climb into a coffin in a carriage, I hope the others students were informed of how this works. Also, how the heck did this coffin appear in Not Twisted Wonderland, I have so many questions. “So this carriage dragged me here against my will?” yes, this is the Yuu I am here for! Okay that was the first Chapter of the Prologue, I forgot how much I liked that! I can’t wait for the novel to drop in English, I really want to read it in book form! I am holding that thing to the standard of Yuurei20’s translations, I expect nothing less!

Omg, hello Twistune! The whiplash I had of the first 3 Prologue twistunes with the fairy gala twistunes was crazy. RIDDLE! RIDDLE! THAT’S MY BOY, HI BUDDY! Oh no, the pre-character development whiplash is gonna hurt! Did Leona sleep through the whole orientation? Azul is boy with glasses, what an observation Yuu. Also, how close was Yuu to be able to notice Leona had ears? They’re under his hood? And that Vil is handsome, I know what you are, Yuu! Well, either Yuu is that or I’m just too ace to notice when someone is handsome. I mean it’s a literal fact about Vil… anyway! Crowley really just dipped in the middle of the ceremony! Wait, does that mean Grim was chasing Yuu that long? Yuu has stamina for days, Yuu should have joined the track club! Couldn’t be me, I would’ve died by the second location. Also does that mean they called Yuu’s name and Yuu not showing up tipped Crowley off? Oh, that explains it. Yuu last name reveal then? Anyone? Voice from tablet, heh. Hm, but no one else knew why he left… Oh gosh, he just barged in. Guess he doesn’t like being accused of a tummyache. Even he thinks he’s a weasel. Okay let’s settle this: Weasel, Cat, or Ferret, place your votes now! I don’t actually have a poll. Hello Dark Mirror! Oh that’s the mirror bgm! Well, I mean no duh it’s the bgm music, I guess I just never realized DM had a theme song. Can I call you DM? I’m calling you DM. “I’m Yuu…” Yuu WHAT, Yuu? You can’t hide that last name forever! The squint! “Unclear to me… soundless, colorless, shapeless, utterly vacant” POV, you have no soul! Honestly, if I got teleported to a school for mages only to find out I had no magic, I would be utterly devastated. I’d love to be magical! One century, is that saying the system has been around for 100 years or that the school has been around for 100 years? Yuu just showed up and broke the streak, good on Yuu! I really want to know Grim’s backstory, like what is his deal? He’s got magic, but he’s mistaken for a familiar and isn’t allowed to be a whole student? I wonder what would have happened if he went up to the DM? Being honest, he doesn’t seem like a fit anywhere, but I’m curious. Someone, give him a Buzzfeed quiz! HE SET KALIM ON FIRE, GRIM NOOOO! Save the arson for later! Leona: “Can I go now, orrrrr…” no but he was ready to lead, the Ramshackle Duo is interrupting his nap time. Azuuuul! Your smiles are sus! Chill out pal! He just breathes in manipulation, wild. Yes Idia, that is participation credit. When I’m participating, I’m the type to just look around to see if anyone else has their hand up before volunteering. HE’S STILL ON FIRE, HELP HIM! Where is Jamil, aren’t the vice housewardens here? Is it just me, or does Kalim sound a little different? Actually, good point Leona, this is Crowley’s first installment of his Not Doing Anything Helpful World Tour. The first of many. Yay, Riddle! Ooo, Twistune time! … gosh it’s so SLOW OMG! I have a question for the class. Apparently, the story within the twistune varies based on whether or not we reach the designated score threshold. Does anyone know what it looks like if you don’t get there? The perfectionist in me refuses to fail to find out.

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 4

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst, guns, panic attacks

Character Development Masterlist

My muscles wouldn’t move, so tense I didn’t even have control over my own body. Then I heard the sound of the bullet hitting the TV behind me, absolutely shattering the expensive screen.

I can’t breathe. Instantaneously, I started hyperventilating, collapsing on the floor. I can’t breathe. I almost got shot, survived, and instead, am going to die from shock. There were hands on my shoulders, Changkyun had rushed to hold me as sobs racked through me. My skin was pricked and crawled; his hands on me felt like a cage. I couldn’t speak so I tried my best to wiggle away from him, brushing at his hands; I lacked strength to really push them off.

“It’s gonna be okay. Everything is going to be okay.” At first, I thought it was me speaking, but it was his voice, cutting through the ringing in my ears. He repeated that like a mantra, my mantra, I would say to myself. “You’re gonna be okay.” Why does he know I say that?

I forced large breaths of air in and out, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t Changkyun. His hands were suffocating me, his whole presence crowding me. Eventually, I regained some degree of composure. “Get away,” I huffed.

“You did this.” Changkyun was defensive

“Me? No, I didn’t!”

“If you had just listened to me, apologized, and taken back what you said, this wouldn't have happened. You forced my hand.” He sounded empathetic, but the message was ludicrous. “I would never hurt you,” he motioned to my hand. “I’m protecting you.”

If he was honestly trying to brainwash me, it wasn’t working. Protect? Never hurt me? I chanced a glance at his gun. If I wasn’t so afraid of him, I would laugh in his face.

“If I put this away, will it make you feel better?” He reached for the handgun placed haphazardly on the coffee table. Nervously, I nodded. “But, you promise not to lie to me anymore.” he raised an eyebrow. I nodded again. “Answer me.”

“I won’t.”

He walked the gun to the kitchen counter. “Now,” Changkyun turned around to me with a large smile. “Let's catch up like we should have in the first place.”

He got comfortable on the couch and stared at me–still on the floor. As if nothing had happened, he cheerfully patted the spot on the sofa next to him. Too afraid to defy him again, I wearily crawled my way onto the sofa.

“What have you been up to since you got here?” He asked as I got situated, sitting on my feet, I hugged and pillow. Why does he look so happy?

“Just learning my way around.”

“It’s a beautiful house, isn’t it?”

I nodded and he only stared back at me. “Yes.” Silence. “You’re Changkyun from the note, right?”

“Yes! I was in such a hurry, I’m glad you saw it. Again, I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. You forgive me, right?”

“Uh yeah, I like being alone.”

“You’ll like it more when I’m here.” He retorted, curtly.

I doubt that. My thoughts must have been written across my face because he continued on.

“You know, it really hurts that you don’t remember me,” Guilt tripping me on a ridiculous request, “but you’ll love me soon. You’re someone who doesn’t make friends easy. I know that. But this way--” he gestured to the house around us. “--we can get to know each other without any distractions.” I think he means I’ll get to know him since he apparently knows too much about me already.

“My family–”

Changkyun cooed at me. “Jagiya, to the world, you ran away.”

I gave him a confused look. “I’m not sixteen! What am I running away from? My job?”

“You quit your job.”

Correction: he quit my job. Simultaneously, I wanted to know what he did to pick apart my life, and wanted to stay blissfully ignorant of everything he was capable of.

“Who are you?” I felt exasperated. “What do you want from me? Why are you obsessed with me? Please send me back home.” I covered my face with my hands as I began uncontrollably sobbing again.

This was all too much for one person to stand. For days, I had chronically had a cold sweat from all the anxiety, constantly on high alert, and now, just like I feared, in serious danger face to face with this maniac.

“All I want is for you to love me back.” His face looked torn and sympathetic as he rested a hand on the cushion in my lap.

“Don’t touch me,” I sobbed. “Please.” I added. The instability was giving me whiplash. He retracted his hand.

“What do you need from me?”

Fighting felt helpless. I was exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. “To be left alone,” I cried.

Changkyun was hesitant, obviously conflicted. After several long minutes of silence–apart from my ragged breathing–he sighed, dejected, “Okay.”

I caught myself before I let a thank you slip. I had no reason to thank him. “If you need me, I'll be in the study.”

I will never need you.

I waited for him to leave the room completely, before going to my room and locking the door, but I still wasn’t far enough away from him. I allowed myself to cry away the rest of my panic attack. My head was killing me. After crawling into bed, I cried myself to sleep.

 When I woke up, I saw the colors of the sunset light up the room. Or was that the sunrise? What direction was the window facing? I begged for it all to have been a dream. But my face had the distinct feeling of dried tears, and every muscle of my body was sore. Was that monster still in the house? My stomach ached. Could I sneak past him for some food– even just a snack?

Now, it felt like every step I took thundered through the house; I made my way to the kitchen. There he was.

“Hi sleepyhead,” Changkyun spoke gently and smiled.

How did he know I was sleeping? I locked the door and unlocked it when I came out. What, was he listening through the door? Or did he really have cameras like I feared? Could he see my every move, no matter where I was in the house?

“You were starting lunch when I came home, so you haven’t eaten since this morning have you?”

My mouth was dry from all the crying. “Is it still the same day?” I managed to rasp out.

He laughed to himself, “Your nap was that good? Yeah, it's still the same day. Let’s spend dinner together.” Bags of takeout sat open on the counter. It smelled wonderful; my stomach growled. “This is for you. You’ll like it,” he pushed a container across the kitchen island, towards where I stood.

“Sit over there.” I pointed to one side of the kitchen table. “Please,” I corrected myself when he gave me that same challenging look.

Happily, Changkyun took a seat at the far end of the table where I had pointed. He perked up when I carried the container of food and sat with him at the table–albeit, as far away from him as possible.

“This is nice.” This is awkward. I corrected him in my head. “Aren’t you going to thank me for the food?”

With a deep inhale, I steeled myself, “Thank you.” I gritted my teeth.

“You’re welcome.” He was absolutely beaming as he started on his food. 

Throughout dinner, Changkyun chatted, and I gave minimal one-word answers to appease him. When I finished, I excused myself–Changkyun was disappointed but gave no objection–to sleep for the night.

“Take some water with you.” What am I? A child?

Two bottles of water stood on the counter next to the discarded bag the food came in. Water pooled on the counter around them as another drop of condensation trickled down the side. At least they were cold. I nodded and took one upstairs with me.

I waited to get inside the safety of my bedroom so he couldn’t congratulate himself on knowing how desperate I was for a drink. The uncomfortable feeling I got from being in the same room with him trumped how uncomfortably thirsty I was. Cold water had never tasted so wonderful. I chugged the whole thing in one go. It was then I registered how tired I was. Despite just waking up, I was suddenly hit with an overwhelming wave of sleepiness. My vision began to blur, and I barely made it to the bed before I passed out completely.

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 13 - Cameras

I didn’t honestly know what to do about House. I didn’t want more from our relationship, but I really didn’t want to stop what we were doing. I liked him and I liked the way we were together. He was fun and we had a good time.

‘Yeah, but if it doesn’t develop into anything then what’s the point?’ Wilson asked when I went down to his office for advice. ‘You can’t just pretend you don’t love each other and you can’t keep telling him no without being truthful.’

‘I know. So, what do I do?’

Wilson gave me a look that I recognised immediately. ‘I think you already know what you need to do.’

‘What if I don’t want to?’

‘Then I can’t help either of you.’ Wilson shook his head sadly.

I gave it a few moments of thought before I finally left.

I went over to his house at the end of the week and took a deep breath as he opened the door.

‘Hey.’ He grinned, stepping to one side to let me in. I felt my courage failing.

‘I think we need to stop, Greg.’ I blurted out. House didn’t seem that shocked by it. ‘I think this isn’t going to end well and I’d rather stop now before one of us gets hurt.’

‘Okay.’ He nodded but didn’t move.

‘You get what I’m saying, this is over.’

‘I heard you.’ He nodded again.

‘And you’re accepting of that?’ I frowned.

‘I accept that you want things to end.’ He confirmed.

‘Okay, well, I guess I should go.’ I stepped towards the door behind him.

‘You want a beer?’ House asked, casually, heading towards his kitchen.

‘What?’

‘I was gonna have a beer, seeing as you’re here, thought you’d want one too.’ He shrugged opening his fridge. ‘Or I’ve got vodka if you prefer?’

I folded my arms and scowled, unimpressed. ‘I feel like you’re not taking this seriously.’

‘I am taking this seriously.’ He told me. ‘You say you want this to stop and I said okay. Seems perfectly reasonable.’ He grabbed a couple of beers and placed them on his kitchen counter. ‘Come on, one beer isn’t going to change anything and you came all the way over here.’

‘I was expecting some resistance.’ I reasoned. ‘Why aren’t you angry or upset or anything?’

House handed me the open beer and half smiled. ‘Do you think that would convince you I think you’re wrong?’

‘No, but-‘

‘Me neither. Cheers.’ He clinked his bottle against mine and went to sit down on the sofa. I didn’t quite know what to do, but he spiked my curiosity.

‘Okay, what’s the game here?’ I challenged him, sitting at the other end of the sofa.

‘No games.’

‘I don’t believe you.’

House looked at me, his blue eyes held my gaze. ‘I can’t do anything about that. You wanna watch tv?’

House just turned the tv on and out his feet up, settling down to watch some weird documentary on penguins. I decided to wait him out, he’d eventually say or do something that told me how he was feeling. It was just a waiting game.

‘But she said she wanted to end things?’ Wilson frowned, not understanding his insane logic. ‘That means she doesn’t want to be with you.’

‘I know what it means.’ House rolled his eyes. ‘But she didn’t mean it, so I chose to ignore it.’

‘Of course, ignoring what someone says in order to serve your fantasies is always the right way to go.’ Wilson said, sarcastically.

‘She wants this to be more, she just has difficulty saying it.’

‘Have you told her you love her yet?’

‘She knows how I feel-‘

‘So, you haven’t told her?’

‘Not in so many words.’

‘Not in any words by the sounds of things and you only need to use three to let her know she isn’t wasting her time.’ Wilson dropped his pen, focusing on House. ‘Look, I get that you guys are a little different to most people, but you have the same needs and so far you’ve only supplied the physical, you need to do better House or you really will lose her.’

House breathed deeply and thought about it. Wilson might have been right, but he preferred his own way of dealing with things.

House spent the next week doing small, subtle things for Anna, she knew something was up, but she didn’t know what. He met her before her shifts with coffee, made time to consult for her team and kept his name out of the paperwork, but made sure she knew he’d helped. He asked her if she wanted to go to lunch a few times and the rare times she said yes, he kept things innocent. He was on his best behaviour constantly.

He hated the camera following him around, everyone was afraid to look stupid or wrong and that wasn’t helpful to him. Everyone except Anna, who was good ignoring the cameras and just getting on with things, especially when the kids heart was involved.

‘So, you and Dr House are close?’ The producer asked as Anna was skimming through files at the nurses station outside Cuddy’s office.

‘Define close?’

‘You’re friends?’ She asked.

Anna’s eyes flickered towards him, she had a beautiful smile threatening to creep in. ‘Yeah, we’re friends.’

‘More than friends?’

‘No and that’s a very personal question.’ She frowned, but she wasn’t angry.

‘Dr Harding, I need a consult.’ House interrupted. She gave him a thankful look and wandered over to look at the file he was holding. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her.

‘Thanks for the save.’ She said, focusing on the file.

‘No problem,’ he nodded. ‘You wanna head to the track after work?’

Anna inhaled deeply and finally looked up at him. ‘Are you asking me out?’

‘I’m asking if you want to hang out as friends.’ He clarified. He was aware he was standing a little close. ‘No strings, no catch, no games.’

Anna smiled and nodded. ‘Fine. As long as you’re intentions are pure, we can continue to hang out.’ She went to walk away with the file, but he gently stopped her.

‘Thanks for helping with this.’ He said, her frown was evident. ‘I mean it.’

‘Any time.’ She nodded, still smiling. He let her walk away and took a moment to watch her.

House caught sight of the camera watching him and rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed and headed for the elevator.

‘Dr House.’ The producer caught up to him. ‘You and Dr Harding make a good team, how close are you?’

He half laughed, pushing the button again. ‘Ah, yeah, we’re friends.’

‘Seems like a little more than friends.’ The producer pushed a little.

‘No, she’s… she’s just a good friend.’ He let his eyes wander behind them to roughly where Anna was treating a clinic patient. ‘Don’t you have a sick kid to film?’ He went back to deflection but hoped his point was made.

Cuddy watched the preview with House and he couldn’t stand it two minutes in, getting up and leaving. Cuddy continued to watch and saw how House’s gaze would linger on Anna, he smiled when she laughed, he stood a little closer than normal, she realised that House was completely in love with Anna. It was amazing to watch.

‘What’s going on with House and Anna?’ She asked Wilson who was about to take a bite out of his sandwich in the cafeteria.

‘Why? Did something happen?’

‘I’m just asking.’

‘Okay, well, last I heard, she told him she wanted to end things.’ Wilson out his sandwich down.

‘It doesn’t look like they’ve ended things.’ Cuddy frowned.

‘No, well, he’s House and he’s in love with her so you can imagine he didn’t exactly take no for an answer.’ Wilson had a point.

‘Why did she want to end things?’

‘I don’t know, I didn’t ask, I’m staying out of it.’

Wilson seemed defiant on the subject. Cuddy settled for his answer and moved on to other things that needed to be done.

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[myloveforhergoeson]

what's your favorite canon (and non canon!) ships from the show/tasw canon? least favorite?

also just caught up and ahhhh so glad roxy and camille finally made up! are we gonna see the girlies at a sleepover next chapter? 👀

SUCH A GOOD QUESTION AHH! thank you! - as per usual i have a very long answer and i don't really know ship names so bear with me and find it under the cut

from the show:

its so hard for me to put my feelings about this into words because i enjoy most ships coming out of the show both canon and noncanon but i wish there was more of a space for the canon relationships to be developed. like i love jo i think she's great but her only personality traits are acting and kendall's girlfriend, you know?

if i had to pick fav canon ships, i think logan and camille are so funny and despite a few bumps in their relationship they really are made for each other. something about the nerdy guy and his batshit girlfriend get me every single time across most pieces of media.

as for non canon ships... i have many favorites... james and kendall COME ON like. come on. you all know what i mean. come on. i'm not sure if carlos and stephanie counts as non canon but i thought the dance episode in the first season was super cute and i wish they kept her around to develop that relationship more. out of all four boys i think carlos is like. made of boyfriend material and it's shocking to me they play him up to be the most inexperienced romance wise. maybe it's because my himbo opinions lean more into the predominant thought process of this decade than the last but. i love carlos and stephanie! i also remember the first time i watched the show, being a bit surprised they didn't have any relationships for mrs. knight after making a big deal about it in the first season. she and buddha bob had potential i think. can't explain it. james and jett also. hm. hear me out yall. they give catty gay couple on a reality tv show that everybody loves. if jett wasn't so busy trying to bag jo he'd see his perfect match was right there all along...

least favorite canon - james and lucy. i don't know if this is a popular opinion and i do believe that the two had potential if their story had been written differently. but james' borderline obsession with her was creepy and i don't think she'd stop her tour and fly all the way back to america to be with him. if there had been more time to develop their relationship... maybe. but how i interpret lucy's character tells me she wouldn't be all that into him and that her career is more important to her than some guy. and this is not because i love james diamond btw bc i love lucy stone far more! she's to good for all of the boys

least favorite non canon... i'm not sure. i haven't really seen anything that i didn't like while perusing the btr ao3 tag. are there any gustavo and kelly shippers? i'm not sure i'd be on board with that just because gustavo doesn't always treat her very well but otherwise i can't think of any at the moment

from tasw:

obviously james and roxy are perfect this is the only ship that matters and nothing else can top this. lmao!

jokes aside, most of my opinions about ships from the show carry over into the story. i like logan and camille very, very much, i think jo and kendall are cute, i will bring stephanie back eventually once i plot my chapters better

i'm in big debate with myself over some relationship things that could happen in the future, so i don't want to spill and spoil. i feel like dr strange in endgame when he's looking through all the timelines to find the perfect one and i am struggling very, very hard to come to conclusions.

if james and roxy weren't together, i think she and lucy would have a pretty good shot at forming a romantic relationship. they have similar interests for one, i see them writing music together all the time and generally enjoying each other's company. punk rock gf and pop punk gf for the win! she and logan also probably, if camille weren't so madly in love with him

@selangkir wrote an amazing au of tasw in which big time rush was a girlband and james and roxy swapped duties! their characterization of james and dak zevon cut me to the core. they might be my favorite non canon even if they break my heart hehe

honestly the more i think about it the more i think roxy could be happy with everyone LMAO as long as she's in the ship its my favorite bc she's my special perfect girl :)

phew. that was a lot. i'm not very picky.

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ahh! i'm so happy you were able to catch up on the story. i hope you're enjoying it as much as i am! i was going back through some of my old posts and realized roxy and camille had been fighting since like october i'm so happy they're back!

while it's not quite a sleepover this chapter, they do get to spend some quality time together talking about the upcoming holiday season! i'm almost done with the first section of the chapter and i'm planning on posting the preview soon. a proof of tasw life post if you will, so keep your eyes peeled for our girlies!

but what do yall think? what are your fav/least fav from the show and from my story? id love to know!

thanks so much for reading and thank you for the ask! <33

[taelovesjohnny]

Muted ( The Outsider) Chapter 11 The Devils House

millile's PoV

This house is so angry now. Ever since ally told the whole gang that it was dally who raped me, everybody has been so uptight, and i think the only one that really likes dally right now is Johnny. i think he wouldv'e been a good dude, but he raped me so, thats a big game changer, for sure. i was sitting on the couch, reading a book, something i rarley do. its just to get my mind off of the maddness. i think the boys thought that just because they know who raped me, will get me to open my mouth. i got big news, its never gonna happen!

" hey baby, wanna go with me, skinny dippin'?" two-bit joked. and though it was meant for me to get mad, and start yelling, soda beat me to it.

" what the hell, two-bit!!! shes my sister!!!! lay off!!" 

" Soda's right, if she dont wanna go out with you, thats final, sorry dude." steve butted in on our conversation.

" im never letting my sister date a foolless drunk, thats for sure, even if he's a buddy." this time it was ponyboy.

" smart ass i can date anyone i want. just watch me." two-bit grinned, as he came over to me. " may i have you, my lady?" 

i closed my book. oh this is gonna be fun. i gave two-bit my hand, and he yanked me up. he put his hands on my waist and started to lean in. two-bit was one of my bestie's. besides soda, two-bit was the next highest on my list. we knew eachother like an open book. he started kissing me roughly on my jaw bone. just then i heard the door slam. i looked over two-bit's shoulder to see dallas winston, staring at me with cold eyes. All the boys stood where they were, dumbfounded at what two-bit was doing. this was the most fun i was having in like forever. 

" i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you." two-bit was going mad. he knew i wanted to lighten things up, so before he started he gave me his " i'll do this if you let me, and i will not hurt you, but ill go to the extreme" look. and boy was he going to the extreme. his beer soaked breath soaked my face, as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. The whole gang started yelling at that point.

" Bro that was seriously not cool!!" steve shouted.

i kissed back. and i kept kissing back.

" Millie, please dont do this, you dont want to go out with that bafoone." i looked at who said it, we all did, the boy who said it, was not  Sodapop, or Steve, or even Darry, It was Dallas. Dallas winston.

Dallas, pov.

I just came into the curtis house, hopefully to find a beer and make up for some of the shit that i have done to half of this gang. I went in with some very high hopes. but when i saw everybody looking in a direction that was not the direction of the tv i knew something was amiss. 

two-bit and Millie were kissing. I got kinda jealous, i mean. wait what. no. i did not just say that. i hadn't heard the girl talk since ive been with the gang. i think thats crazy, a girl like her, ought to have a ton to say.

she looked at me, those eyes impaled my thoughts. she looked at me with, i dont even know, was it savage, fear, anger, i dont know, but it sent me crazy. two-bit lingered at her face for one moment, and then kissed her on the lips, steve shouted something. and then she kissed back. wow.

" Millie, please dont do this, you dont want to go out with that bafoone" I was shocked i said that, in front of the whole gang, but its true, i might have developed some feelings for her, ever since the first day i saw her. i thought she was beutiful. the whole gang looked at me.

" what, i'm pretty sure, you guys were all thinking it." i said, trying to cover up my story.

they did not look impressed. so i sat on the couch, and looked up at two-bit and millie. and smiled reclessely.

[teenage-idiot]

In the Blink of an Eye - 7

Avengers Age of Ultron | Quicksilver x Female Reader Fan-fiction.

*WARNING SPOILERS*

Contains strong language, sexual references and mentions of death.

1258 words

CHAPTER 7

I sat down at the table for dinner, Pietro taking a seat next to me. On the other side of me sat Wanda, who smiled at me, a smile that I returned. 

Over dinner we all got to talking about anything and everything, and then the subject became me, which I was quite surprised about, after all, why would anyone want to spend their time talking about me?

"So, y/n, how old are you?" Thor asked.

"I'm 19," I answered politely.

"Oh, you're quite young then," he said, looking slightly shocked.

"That's only two years younger than me," Pietro beamed down at me.

I looked at him, his dorky grin making me smile. For some reason I had thought he was older than that. Maybe it was the slight facial hair he possessed, or maybe his build. I mean he was in pretty good shape. Great shape actually. I quickly realised I was staring, and hurriedly looked away, as I felt a slight blush creeping up on my cheeks. 

The rest of the evening was filled with many stories, laughs and weird conversational topics. It was midnight before I decided to head up to my room, exhausted after a long, hard day at work. 

I was walking down the corridor to the elevator, being too tired to take the stairs. I heard Pietro call out from behind me, and then felt a sharp breeze against my skin, and he was beside me, same as always.

"Hey, you heading up?"

"Yeah, I'm super tired so I'm gonna call it a night," I replied, yawning at the end of my sentence.

"I'll walk you to your room," he said, making it sound like more of a statement than an offer.

The elevator came and we both got in. I rubbed my eyes groggily as he pushed the button for our floor. For a while it was silent, we both just stood there, not saying anything. It wasn't an awkward silence though, more like a nice silence. The kind of silence where you don't need to say anything. 

The walk to the room was the same, although I could feel him glance at me a few times as we moved along. When we got there, I opened the door before turning around and thanking him. We both said our goodnights and then I slipped away into my room, and he disappeared down the hall to do the same. 

As I clambered into bed, I found myself thinking about Pietro, how sweet he was. I liked him. He was kind, and caring, and I could tell he was an overall good person, even though I hadn't known him for that long. He made me laugh too, and I thought about all the funny things he said to make me crack a smile, or burst out laughing at a completely inappropriate moment. Yeah, I liked Pietro. He made me happy.

The next day was the same old routine. Wake up, get ready, have breakfast, go to training, freshen up, have dinner, go to bed. The day after was the same, and the day after that. I had soon been there a week, and even though that's really not very long, I was beginning to feel at home, like I belonged. I had never met a bunch of people who all seemed to genuinely care for me like these ones did, or at least I thought they all did.

I had been helping Tony and Bruce work on some computer programme they'd developed, as I was just as educated as they were when it came to technology. However, something had not quite gone the way they wanted it too, and now Tony was freaking out and yelling at me. Bruce had tried to calm him down, but failed in his attempt.

"It's really not that hard y/n! Now everything is ruined because of you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that was going to happen. I just thought that maybe-"

"Maybe what?! Maybe it would all just magically work out?! Well in case you haven't noticed, that's not actually how it works," he spat, anger seeping out of him like a wet sponge.

I really didn't know what to do or say. Maybe it was my fault, maybe I'd thought it out wrong. I had no clue. The only thing I knew was that he had now succeeded in making me feel like a complete piece of shit. Luckily Steve walked in at just the right moment.

"What's going on here?"

Tony glared at me and then looked over at Steve, who was also looking pretty pissed off. Without uttering another word, Tony moved away from me, and went to work on some other device that had been lying around. 

"Are you alright?" Steve sighed, clearly not that surprised by Tony's crazy outburst. 

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, I just kind of hate being shouted at," I answered.

"Okay then," Steve let out another sigh before walking away from me and over to Bruce, presumably to talk about what just happened.

Unfortunately, the situation didn't end here.

I was heading down the hallway leading to the lift after training, when I heard shouting coming from a branching hallway. I knew it wasn't a good sign, but decided to follow the sound anyway, to find out who it was and what was going on. I got to the end of the hallway and was quite shocked at what I saw. 

Pietro was standing having a full blown argument with Tony, and it was getting pretty ugly. Pietro looked as if he were about to punch Tony in the face, turning it into a full on fist fight, so I stepped in.

"Guys, stop it!" I yelled so to be heard over all of their yelling.

"Y/n," Tony looked surprised to see me, and then ashamed, "I want to apologize for earlier.  I – I don't know what came over me. I know I'm a bit of a hothead sometimes but, I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Tony," I gave him a small smile.

"That's not an excuse for being a total dick," Pietro said.

"Hey, you want to take this outside, 'cause I can go all day," Tony shot back, a threatening tone to his voice.

Pietro looked like he was about to say something else, but I stopped him, moving him away from Tony, and away from the fight that would soon commence if I didn't do something.

We began to walk together, and then I finally spoke.

"Pietro, why were you yelling at Tony?" I asked, wondering why on earth such a kind person would be screaming at someone else like that.

"Because y/n! He did it to you, and he can't just speak to you – no – yell at you like that and get away with it. I had to say something," he said, agitation and frustration in his voice.

"Pietro, you really don't have to do that for me," I said, completely taken aback that someone, let alone Pietro, would stand up for me in that way.

"I know," he sighed, "I just care about you, you know?" 

"Yeah, I know," I said, "and I care about you too. But please, no more fights."

"We'll see," he smirked.

I had to admit, he did look pretty damn hot when he was mad, and that smirk got me every single time.

We continued to walk down the hall, deciding to move on from the situation, and to forgive and forget.

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a/n - bit of a longer chapter! idk why i wrote all the initial chapters so short lol but i was new to writing fanfics at the time so there you have it i guess! enjoy :)

- t

[tmwcs]

chapter 4 was A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i dont even know, i read it and had to process for a bit before i wrote this ask 

i really liked that we got to see more of their relationship and its dynamics and also a bit of heeseung and his friends interactions !! rly curious what's the deal with tiffany was that 

anyway 

what really got me in this chapter was that overwhelming almost sense of how truly possessive and obsessed hee is with  yn, surely we could see that from the start but the part when he explained the whole ‘two sides and the first time he saw her and how both of them fell for her instantly” I GASPED, it gave ME chills, bet so much was going on through her head!!!!!!!! the way ethan so daring damnn, every single intimate scene here had me :OOOO from how great it was but u know what got me THIS LINE

“....regardless of your desire to either stay or leave, you wouldn’t have a choice.”

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT HELLO????????????????????? im so so fucking intrigued  where we gonna go from here this chapter gave so much but so little for some reason?? im so excited for the next one, godman the wait was worth it !!!!!!!!! weeeee what a ride THANK U THO this series so so so good dear ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

lol love i'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter, the next chapter and the ones that follow will explain more. not gonna lie i did leave you guys on a cliffhanger so its understandable why all the questions are popping up. and tiff, you'll be seeing more of her in the next few chapters and it will all come together, but yeah, tiff is a beotch.

after i posted MGR and MRE, alot of people wanted to know more about heeseung and his ethan side, which were all based off of an original character i made up when i wrote the series, but i did enhance and add a bit more to heeseungs/ethans character in HHP so everyone can see and get to know more about him since his background was so vague in the previous arcs. there's still alot about him we dont know about, but we're at least hearing him out on his personality and his other face. if you recall the mgr/mre arcs, where it compares heeseung to dr.jeckyll and ethan to mr. hyde. poor y/n, she really didn't know what to make of it, because she loves heeseung's gentle, protective, and soft personality, but she's also attracted/intrigued but also scared of the rough, dark, and aggressive ethan side that eludes from time to time. the fact that he told her that both of them fell for her, she was in shock which is why she honestly tried to forget about convo because in a way i guess she felt uncomfortable, but knows that heeseungs (and ethan's) heart means well and that no matter how dark he can get with his other side, he would never let anything happen to her. like that moment when in the final chapter of MRE when she got a little scared of how firm he was being with her but was still protecting her from samuel.

a friend of mine recently told me ethan's vibe (based off of the original character i made up named andiy) is "yandere", which i had no idea what that term meant up until like three weeks ago, but once i researched it and, shit, i even read some yandere enhypen fics to learn more on what she was talking about, and she's right. though it wasn't really intentional to make him yandere, but after learning what yandere was, i could agree with her, he's definitely giving yandere vibes. especially when you read the next few chapters, i've been re-editing the original drafts and it gets...intense. but that's only ethan, heeseung is not at all that way, but as he stated in this chapter, he's learned to develop a balance bc he's knew ever since he was young that he had a dark side to him. and honestly, we all saw the minor switches ever since MGR, when he had moments where he was soft and gentle, but when triggered, he get instantly confrontational and aggressive.

[kmhappybunny240]

The French Nurse

Chapter 9

So I haven’t updated the story in a year. I’ve had many life events like getting a job, getting my driving license , seeking mental health help and of course writers block. I’m actively working on the story and next chapter should be out soon. I do make plans and then not follow through I’m trying my best to get 3 chapters out by the new year. I will be very busy soon with my job because of the holidays are coming and I live in a tourist town so we are gonna be busy. Thank you in an advance for baring with me and sticking with it. I greatly appreciate it. Now on with the chapter enjoy and let me know how you all feel about it.

I will also be trying to make a master list for this story soon. Thank you everyone

Polly would not shut up. She drone on and on about Grace spending. The flowers cost to much because they were imported. The champagne had to come from a specific region. The hotel costs for her family visit alone was a small fortune. The giant issue currently has been over Jeremiah. Grace had her traditions which Tommy respected. He didn't have many when it came to religious ceremonies. She would have her protestant church, Tommy had two requirements.

Jeremiah officiating the ceremony and no Calvary uniforms. He would not have those pretentious pricks rub their arrogance in the Shelby faces. Jeremiah has been loyal to Tommy for years. Despite not truly believing he gave relief and some spiritual guidance in the trenches. Jeremiah is the one man he wanted to stand in front and pledge his undying love to Grace. He threw money at the church to look the other way about his own pastor. If the church was happy then Grace can't bitch about it any more.

"She needs to keep her fucking mouth shut."

"That was a bad word Aunt Polly."

Oscar pointed out Pols bad language.

"Sorry my love." She kissed the top of his head.

"Can you both stay for dinner. I'm sure mama won't mind."

"I don't know if she would."

"We're here!" Oscar cut Tommy off as the car stopped in front of his home. He quickly jumped out towards the door.

"Papa and Aunt Polly are staying for dinner."

Oscar announced as he blew past his mother going towards his room. He had an object in his hand , A new toy she had assumed.

"Welcome home mon cheri." Olivia called out to him.

"We don't have to stay." Tommy placed Oscar suitcase down.

"Non sense. I always make plenty, unless you have somewhere to be?" Olivia was taking Tommy coat when their fingers touched. They both felt static electric shock. Time froze for a moment ,staring into each other eyes.

Polly coughed and broke their gazes.

"Uh well dinner will be ready in a few moments. Make your selves comfortable in the living room."

Olivia walked off towards the kitchen while Tommy and Polly passed the table in the foyer.

Polly gut jolted. The flowers sitting in the crystal vase felt wrong. Orange lilies. They meant passion and desire but can also mean hatred.

"Who gave these to her?"

"I don't know Pol. Not my business." Tommy plucked a petal. Holding down his jealousy.

"I don't have a good feeling from these. The meaning."

"You always find meaning where there isn't any Pol." Tommy cut her rant off.

"She has an admirer. Just leave it ok." Tommy walked off .

Polly huffed. How dare he dismiss her concerns. With this development she knows Tommy will be pouting even if he won't admit it.

Dinner went by smoothly with Oscar dominating most of the conversation. Olivia could see something bothered the other two adults at the table. Their demeanor was off.

"Out with it. If there is danger lurking I need to know." Olivia cornered them after dinner.

"It's nothing to worry about Livy."

"The lilies are beautiful who gave them to you?" Polly decided to cut Tommy off and get to the point.

"Um thank you. He um."

Olivia was trying to form an explanation. She didn't have to. She has every right to a personal life. But that spark she felt with Tommy.

"I met him at a pub with Peter."

"Peter was there?" Tommy jumped in.

Good. Polly thought. Tommy interest was peaked.

"Yes. He took me for dinner and there was a fight. Atticus was defending an innocent woman and was injured. I patched him up and he sent me those flowers. We have shared one dinner and plan to have another next week when Oscar is with you. Is that ok with you Thomas?"

Olivia crossed her arms sounding defensive. She was getting ticked off.

"Just curious is all. If you are happy so am I."

"I don't plan on having him meet Oscar any time soon. I thought it would be best to wait."

Tommy walked over to the small drink station to refill his class.

"Contrairement à Grace"

(Unlike with Grace.)

Olivia mumbled under breathe. It was so low Tommy wasn't sure what he heard but he did hear Grace's name. Olivia didn't know why she wanted to be snippy with Tommy. Well that's not true. She was getting defensive because Tommy was questioning her and deep down she wanted him to get just a little jealous. She could smack herself with that thought.

"What was that?" Tommy asked with his all knowing smirk. He wanted to rile her up some.

"Nothing." Olivia smiled.

"Well thank you for the delicious dinner. It's getting late ,we need to say good night to the little one." Polly interrupted once again. She tried to hide the amusement she was feeling. They said goodnight and Polly dragged Tommy out of the house.

"Slow down." Tommy had to pry Polly hand off his coat sleeve.

"Come on we have to meet with that Peter. He can tell us who that man is."

"Pol stop it."

"NO! I am not being paranoid. I know what I felt and it's bad Tommy. You can not stop me. I will do anything to protect my family, Olivia and Oscar included. Do not stand in my way."

Tommy humored her during dinner but now he could see how serious she is. If she was right then his son could be in danger.

"Alright Pol. I will give him a call, meet us tomorrow."

"Deal." Polly spit on palm and stuck it out to Tommy. A little dramatic but Tommy copied his aunt and shook on it. He didn't want to show his worry but he was.

When Olivia told him of her boyfriend he was jealous. Slightly. He wanted to push her buttons just to see her get ticked. A small hint of shame considering he is already spoken for. He would always protect his family. Once they made it back to Birmingham Tommy went straight to the betting den to place his call to Peter.

"Hel." Peter couldn't get out the full greeting before Tommy interrupted him.

"I need to know more about the man Olivia is seeing."

"Why?"

"I just need to know what is background is."

"No. I can't invade Olivia privacy."

"Peter please just do this for me otherwise I will have one of my Peaky boys poke around. You know their reputation."

"Tommy please don't make me do this."

"I'm protecting my family Peter. That's all."

"Fine give me a week or two."

"Thank You." Tommy hung up.

If Olivia found out about his snooping he would pay. He has only seen her temper twice back in France and didn't want to face her wrath but the price would be worth it. He would kill for Olivia and their son. He didn't want to but nothing would hurt them ever.

~~~~~~Two and a half weeks later~~~~~

"He's clean."

Peter tossed the file on Tommy desk. All the information he could find out about Atticus.

"That's it?"

"Yep. Comes from a wealthy upstanding family. No criminal record. Didn't serve in battle but he still helped the effort. No mistresses or children on the side. No previous marriages. He seems to a normal law abiding citizen."

Peter gave Tommy a slight smirk. He knew Tommy was being over protective. He could also see the jealousy. It was a long shot but maybe just maybe Tommy would drop Grace and declare is undying love for Olivia. Hell might freeze over but Peter still held hope. In the meantime if that man made Olivia happy, she deserved it.

"Every man has something to hide."

"Not this one. She's moved on Tom. Time to accept that."

"Pol is never wrong about her bad feeling. He isn't who he seems I know it."

"Tom let it go. Olivia is a big girl. She can take care of herself. Besides if there was something to go wrong she has the both of us."

Peter slapped Tommy on the shoulder. There was more to be done. Have his men follow Atticus. Olivia would be sure to find out one day but he found it justifiable. London would be slightly harder to control. In Birmingham he had a long list of people he could pay off and owed favors to the blinders. London was a bigger beast. Larger city and more bosses he might step on toes. By coincidence Atticus happened to live on the boarder of Tommy so called Allie slash enemy. Some days they were friends.

Tommy picked up the phone receiver.

"Solomons bakery Camden Town."

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose. He was about to make a deal with the devil. A very annoying devil who loved to poke and poke at him. Dear lord he hated this.

"Today is my Sabbath , I don't do business until sun down. Ten more minutes."

"Alfie."

"Sshhh. Ten minutes."

Tommy let out a huff while watching the wall clock count down in silence. He could hang up. Hang up and forget the mission he was on. Forget the jealousy raging inside him, slip out of his office and head home. Yes head home to Grace his beloved fiance.

"Whatever you need mate it'll cost ya."

Too late. Tommy was about to pass the point of no return.

"I know Alfie. I need a small favor. You have phone operators on your pay roll don't you?"

"Phone operators aren't usually under your purview."

"Beech street do you have ears there?"

"Not in Camden."

"On the border of your bakery. So it's close enough."

" You don't have enemies that I don't know of Tom. This is personal isn't it."

"Alfie is it possible I don't have much time to waste."

"Not until I know the full story mate."

"He is a possible threat to my family. I need an operator you trust. I will pay her one thousand pounds and pay you three."

"Four thousand for me and you have a deal."

"Fine Alfie four thousand pounds. Now who can I trust to listen in on 3234 beech street?"

"A good old gal Midge. Known her since I was a boy. Give me a few days to talk her into spying. In the mean time drop the money off in the usual place. Pleasure doing business with you." Alfie hung up and Tommy wanted to scream. Fucking hell.

Tommy could feel in his gut this would go terribly wrong. Trusting Alfie Solomons was risky and most of the time the risk paid off.He would have to keep the details vague. Alfie was a blood hound once he got a scent. He didn't need Alfie anywhere near Olivia. Three days later Midge came through, which is how he learned Atticus would be taking Olivia to a high class restaurant that Grace hasn't shut up about since it opened a year ago. The waiting list was months long. According to Midge he threw his name and large amount of money to the manager for a Saturday night reservation. Tommy cleared his schedule for the impromptu trip he would be taking to London. He needed to sneak away , Oscar would have Johnny dogs kids to keep him company.

Saturday night came with the excuse of urgent business and would return before the morning. Tommy left an angry red faced Grace and content son behind for London. He waited in his car outside of Atticus home. Waited for half an hour for him to leave. Tommy was on his third cigarette when a man left the home. It was Atticus. Tall ,wearing an expensive looking suit, just a bit smug looking for Tommy taste. He waited for ten minutes after Atticus left before exiting his vehicle and sneaked into the back yard.

The garden wall was easy to hop over. The back door lock was also easy to pick and open. Maybe a little too easy. Tommy kept himself on high alert for people or any animals that could be in the home. He entered the mud room that lead into the kitchen.Clean nearly sterile. If Tommy didn't already know about the maid he would think the kitchen was never used. He left the kitchen into the hallway.

Old mahogany wood covered the walls. Dinning room to the left, long table that sat eight people. Living room , office , foyer all seemed to perfect. Expensive art work scattered the walls. All of his house adornments looked expensive. Tommy browsed around the main floor not finding any incriminating evidence. His office was the same. A few files from his work and bank statements. Mr Davenport as of this morning had a balance of forty thousand pounds. Impressive Tommy thought. He had more. Much more money. But if he was the man Tommy thought he was Atticus most likely had several different accounts.

Tommy stole a small bank slip and left the office towards the stairs. Art work turned into photographs going towards the second floor. Photos of who can be assumed Atticus family. One photo caught his as he reached the top. A group of people very important people gathered around some old man. One woman stood out. Light hair blonde most likely, maybe fifties. She wore a floral inspired brooch. The center stone was dark and large. Possibly emerald with what he knew was diamonds making up the rest. What caught his attention was the thought that is what Grace will look like when she ages. A chill jolted down Tommy spine. An uneasiness filled his gut. The woman creeped him out. Tommy shook off the feeling and headed towards the bedroom doors.

Two guest rooms with nothing special in them. He rifled through the closets and dresser drawers. The final bedroom was his. The large bed sat against the wall. European satin duvet in Golden and light blues and greens colors , matching pillows. Tommy felt around the bedding and pillows for any hidden lumps. Nothing. Next was the night stand.

Small bible and other miscellaneous items. He tapped on the bottom and a hollow sound followed. False bottom. He lifted the piece of wood to see a gun and package of bullets. A colt model 1908 vest pocket pistol. American and most likely bought illegally and unlicensed. Rich men like Atticus who did serve in one way or another would have a service revolver or European weapon that has the proper paper work. Not an American gun with scuff marks on it. Polly was right. This man was up to something. He placed the false bottom back and the items to their place.

He moved to the closet next. Tommy had better suits. Everything about Tommy was better than this idiot.

"Quit it." He reprimanded himself.

That's when he saw it. Hidden in the back. A wall safe. Hammer Smith. That brand is a good one but not completely uncrackable . Tommy placed his ear against the safe moving the dial until he heard the tumbler click. First number was three. As he was ready for the second number there was noise downstairs. The front door opened with a familiar female laughter. The bastard brought Olivia back to his home to have sex. Tommy would love to jump out and drag Olivia away but he would look like a crazy person. He kinda already was. Breaking and entering into a stranger's home based on a hunch that may or may not be true.

Dear god he needed to get out of the house. He couldn't climb out of the bedroom window, it was too high and there was nothing to break his fall. From the noise they were still near the stair case. So he waited for what felt like an eternity for them to move towards another room. More giggling from the living room. Tommy heart hammered against his rib cage while sneaking down the stairs. He stayed close to the wall with each careful step, making sure the wood didn't creak. Tommy was thankful in this moment for his military training in sneaking around behind enemy territory.

He reached the bottom. When he tilted his head he had a perfect view of them. His arm around Olivia, she had her head turned into his face nuzzling him. They were glued to each other. He wanted throw up. As they started kissing Tommy made a break for the kitchen ,barely lifting his feet he was safety in the kitchen. The back door mere inches away but he couldn't make himself leave.

He hated that Olivia could be going go bed with that posh bastard. She should be home with their son. With him. He reassured Grace there were no lingering feelings but he has lied. Not intentionally but his actions tonight have have shown his true feelings. His heart still beat for Olivia. Tommy was feeling too many emotions that made his head hurt. Out of sheer pettiness and frustration Tommy swiped a crystal Sherrie glass. The set was sitting there on the China cabinet. Freshly cleaned not yet returned to it's home. There was no rational reason for Tommy to knick the glass. If he couldn't beat Atticus up and burn down his house then stealing was the next option. It was a small souvenir that he was able to break in and get out without being caught . With any luck Atticus will feel his presence in the house. A small violation that he can't quite put his finger on.

Tommy left rounding the front when he stopped and hid behind a bush. Atticus was helping Olivia into his car. Huh. So didn't sleep with him. His fear would be held off just a little longer. He knew what type of woman she was. Olivia didn't sleep around for the fun of it. When she gave herself to a man she gave her full self. Mind, body, and her love. It's what she gave to him and Tommy squandered the right.

The entire car ride back to Birmingham confused Tommy more. He loved Grace but was it the same type of love he had for Olivia? Grace betrayed him but she proved her loyalty. The list of pros and cons of being with Grace was long but in the end would it be worth it to leave her for Olivia. She was clearly moving on. Did she have any love for him outside of being the father of their son? He didn't have those answers which terrified him. Tommy didn't want to be a cheater like his father. Have multiple women at one time while a long suffering wife stayed at home with the children. It wouldn't be fair to either Grace or Olivia. Certainly not to Oscar. He had to stay with Grace. He was sure of her love. He couldn't abandon her based on old feelings.

Tommy would continue to be a good soldier and follow Polly orders. He loved Peter dearly but he wasn't the same as Tommy. Pete wouldn't and didn't need to get his hands dirty but Tommy would. He had plenty of underground contacts that could dig up any secret Atticus could be hiding. In the end if Tommy was wrong then he would be wrong. At least his family would be safe and he could let go of the hold Olivia had on his heart. But did he really want that. Tommy has held on to that to so many years, what would his life be without her?

[therealvinelle]

Hi, I was reading a post here in Tumblr about how Edward has two gifts, he can hear thoughts and is super fast, so I wonder what is your opinion about this topic?.

Furthermore, what others power might the Volturi's leaders and guards might have?

Edward has one gift, and it’s telepathy. Being fast isn’t a gift.

Strength, speed and even senses is varied among vampires. Some, like Emmett, are on the extreme end, but that doesn’t make Emmett gifted, nor does it mean that the rest are at an equal level. The Cullens have clear variations between them.

Physique appears to play a dominant role in how these variations play out: Alice, who was malnourished and never made it past 4′10″, is the physically weakest of the coven, while Emmett at 6′5″ and a mountain of muscles is the strongest. This is made very clear during the baseball game:

“Emmett was hovering close to third (base), knowing that Alice didn’t have the muscle to outstrip Rosalie’s fielding." (Midnight Sun, chapter The Game)

There’s also the fact that it’s taken for granted that Emmett would be intimidating to other vampires, and he is dismayed when James is more worried about Jasper, who is lean.

I suspect this disparity exists simply because a large frame means more tissue to have blood in. Newborns, animal, and human-eating vampires all having a difference in terms of strength is proof that blood has the final say in a vampire’s prowess, so Emmett being able to contain more of it than Alice and therefore being stronger makes sense to me.

This isn’t the meta for me to get into that, but I don’t think vampires have muscles in the sense we do. Or rather, we can’t know that they do. Renesmée is proof that Edward retains his human DNA, or she would be a clone of Bella. Nahuel is proof that Joham retains a Y-chromosome. Does this mean that vampires have different cell types? Does a vampire’s stone-like skin still contain human DNA? One would think yes - except, if you rip a vampire apart, you get rubble. The parts are all solid. There’s also Carlisle theorizing that vampires digest blood by absorbing it through porous tissue, which makes me wonder why he dismissed his digestive system (my guess: vivisection fun times with Aro in Volterra. Carlisle couldn’t have done it on his own, and Aro is the only one mad and curious enough to be down for that). I’m getting off-topic - what I’m saying is, we don’t know how vampires work, meaning I can’t build this meta off of the assumption that they have muscles. I simply can’t know for sure that they do.

The important thing is that a vampire’s physique is a deciding factor in how strong they are.

There’s also Laurent’s warning about James, that he has “unparalleled senses”, meaning some vampires are better at sight, hearing, and smell than others. I can believe that, because we have canon examples of vampires being bad at tracking.

There’s Edward in Port Angeles, who couldn’t track Bella’s, his singer, scent to her location, and (I admit this one is conjecture but it’s so probable that I say it goes) Carlisle’s creator, who after taking care of the mob must have realized he’d bitten one of the humans, meaning a newborn would soon be loose in London. This is punishable by death by the Volturi. The fact that he didn’t return to finish Carlisle off means that he was unable to find him. I remind the audience that Carlisle was bleeding and suffering the effects by a venom intended to paralyze the victim. To put it this way, Carlisle wouldn’t have survived James, or anybody with a trace of tracking competence. By comparison, Carlisle was able to locate a dying Rosalie by the smell of her blood, even though there wouldn’t have been a trail for him to follow, as her body had not been moved.

When it comes to these disparities in strength and speed among the Volturi, I imagine Jane and Alec are the physically weakest members of the guard, and among the slowest. They’re prepubescent, meaning no muscle for them, and their height (a humble 4′8″ and 4′10″) implies very short legs. They’re simply not going to get as far as an adult would, not in the same number of steps. Renata at 5′0″ is another tiny vampire lady who likely isn’t very strong or fast.

That’s not to say I think these physically weaker members of the Volturi guard are necessarily useless in hand-to-hand combat, Alec at least is a boy stuck in a playful age, and the males around him are trained warriors. He’s probably picked up a few things over the years.

As for the others, Aro is described as frail-looking, which hints at him being quite thin. I don’t think he’s weak, if he couldn’t win a fight he wouldn’t be around, but I do think he’s probably below average in terms of strength. Caius I picture as a Harrison Ford type, so of course I’m gonna think he’s a bit burly, but this is me headcanoning and not actually hinted at in canon. Marcus is 19, so I imagine he can only be so strong.

Back to Edward’s speed.

He’s a 6′2″ teen, that’s code for “very long legs”, though I’m actually going to go ahead and posit that he’s not actually that fast. Strap in for this next part:

The guy was a teenager who lay dying for an undisclosed amount of time. The fact that Carlisle had the time to get to know his mother points to a few weeks, at least. And Edward was very ill:

Elizabeth worried obsessively over her son. She hurt her own chances of survival trying to nurse him from her sickbed. I expected that he would go first, he was so much worse off than she was. (New Moon, page 21)

Muscles atrophy quickly, never more so than when you’re a teen ravaged by fever, on your deathbed. And as I’ve explained above, I think your physique in life ties directly into your vampiric prowess.

I think Edward is certainly the physically weakest of the male Cullens, quite likely weaker than Rosalie as well, maybe even Esme.

Now, speed is not the same as strength. However, for humans, the two are connected. It’s the muscle fibers in our legs that determine our speed. Basically, type I fibers make an enduring runner, type II fibers make a speed runner. So, assuming that vampires retain their human musculature, one could argue that Edward had a lot of type II in life. However, Carlisle when he was human was able to outrun the mob he was with:

He ran through the streets, and Carlisle — he was twenty-three and very fast — was in the lead of the pursuit. (Twilight, page 158)

Carlisle clearly had a lot of type II fibers, and unlike Edward he was in peak physical condition when he died. He was also an adult who’d had more time to develop musculature, while Edward was a seventeen-year-old. If musculature was a deciding factor, one would think they would at the very least be of equal speed, though realistically Edward should be slower.

So, if it’s not muscles, what is it that makes Edward faster than the others?

It could be a matter of technique. Except, the way Bella describes movement when she wakes up as a vampire, it’s all very automated. Her body knows exactly how to do everything, and executes it without much input from her:

After that first frozen second of shock, my body responded to the unfamiliar touch in a way that shocked me even more.

Air hissed up my throat, spitting through my clenched teeth with a low, menacing sound like a swarm of bees. Before the sound was out, my muscles bunched and arched, twisting away from the unknown. I flipped off my back in a spin so fast it should have turned the room into an incomprehensible blur—but it did not. I saw every dust mote, every splinter in the wood-paneled walls, every loose thread in microscopic detail as my eyes whirled past them.

So by the time I found myself crouched against the wall defensively—about a sixteenth of a second later—I already understood what had startled me, and that I had overreacted. (Breaking Dawn, page 251-252)

Growling, crouching - those are all distinctly vampiric, non-human ways to act. Bella didn’t learn this, her body knew it of its own accord. When she later runs, she explains it as happening the same way - she just does it.

The way Bella experiences it, vampiric movement is like a package she downloaded, and that executes her instinctual commands with no need for her to actually know how to do any of this. Her grace is another example of this - Bella Swan may be in charge of her own consciousness, but the venom is entirely in control of her body.

Given these facts, I don’t think it’s technique that makes Edward a better runner than others. His technique is likely similar to everyone else’s. If it isn’t, if technique is what makes the difference, then who is and isn’t fast is an arbitrary process.

With that, we get to my controversial theory about why Edward is the fastest Cullen: he’s not.

Running and being fast is the only thing about vampirism that Edward enjoys. This is for another meta, but Edward is extremely depressed about every single other bit of it. Every aspect of being a vampire torments him.

Except the running. He enjoys all of it, especially being the fastest, so much. And as a newborn, he would have been faster than Carlisle.

But after that, when his newborn strength faded…

I honestly think that Carlisle decided to just slow down a bit when running with him, let Edward have this. It’s no skin of his back, and it makes Edward happy, so why not.

Esme joins the family, and of course she would be down for this. Nothing is more parental, more maternal, than losing at checkers to make your child happy, after all. Could also be she’s not very fast herself, but even if she were then she would downplay it to make Edward feel like Jesse Owens.

Enter Rosalie, who would think it’s completely ridiculous, yes, but she would also recognize this excellent opportunity to call in a big favor from Carlisle later on. There’s also the fact that I think Carlisle has a gift (yes, yes, meta is coming, people) that makes him very persuasive people. And also that for all that Rose gets a lot of bad rep, she is very generous and loves her family, if being fast makes Edward happy then alright.

Emmett is an easy-going guy, he goes along with things. Alice adores Edward and would go along with it. She also has tiny matchstick legs and couldn’t outrun him if she tried. Jasper could not care less.

Bella does get outrun by Edward after waking up, but she also did zero exercise in life (listing this in case musculature matter), had Renesmée devour her from within rendering her emaciated, and then died like a slasher movie murder victim. There’s not a lot of blood in her, and what little blood there is doesn’t have a lot to work with. She does defeat Emmett at arm wrestling, so I’ll concede that. However, there are enough extenuating circumstances surrounding Bella that I think my “Edward isn’t that fast” theory survives his ability to outrun her.

So, I believe Edward is the fast Cullen because Carlisle told a white lie in 1919, no one ever corrected that, and now it’s too late.

[bonsai62]

I just realized something... I was talking to this person one time on a post before and as I was typing that’s when i realized something:

This is for my fellow Nobamaki & Itafushi shippers! If you guys don’t ship it then it’s okay! This is just like a small analysis in my eyes and the way I read things! I can be wrong or just love reaching on a shit ton of things but this is all for fun and I love sharing with you guys!

Let’s get started! Also, this contains spoilers!

Do you guys realize that Nobamaki/Itafushi actually parallel to each other? Let me explain in shitty English and basic grammar and vocabulary lol:

As I watch and read Jujutsu Kaisen I see a lot of parallels between characters; Gojo with Megumi or Yuji, Getou with Megumi and Yuji or Nobara and Maki... but what I want to parallel between characters is:

Yuji & Maki

1. Raw strength:

Both are hella fucking strong and for people who don’t have cursed techniques, they know how to kick fucking ass. What made me realize that both of them are the same is honestly during the baseball game. I like how we were able to see Maki and Yuji making a home run... okay well Momo fucked up Maki’s groove! Haha! But during the Tokyo vs Kyoto event, Maki and Yuji go ham on their enemy.

Yes, Maki used weapons but still, we can’t deny she got good speed and strength that is similar to Yuji’s. That’s why I wish I can see them both doing a bad ass duo fight together.

I have a small headcanon that Yuji actually enjoys training with Maki the most because I feel like he can understand someone who shares similarity in natural raw strength and speed. And Maki feels the same way and it’s a good excuse to bully Yuji as a joke. I would honestly love to see that! Lol!

2. Their story:

Yuji and Maki honestly have it bad. Yuji loosing his only family member (his abuelo) and becoming Sukuna’s vessel which leads him to a future execution. For Maki is the fact that her family treated her like garbage and having to leave her sister behind and eventually her sister dying.

Both Maki and Yuji share that same pain when it comes to loosing someone. We saw Yuji with Junpei and in the Shibuya Arc with Nanamin and Noabra. Again, Maki the same with Mai.

I think what made me even realize it MORE on how alike and how they parallel with each other are these images right here and how they worded their final saying:

In the Shibuya Arc, Yuji lost it. He lost it with Nanamin and Nobara (but luckily for Todo, he was able to pick his feet back up).

If I was Yuji, I would’ve reacted the same way because imagine having the idea you want to save people no matter what but people keeps dying around you or by you? It’s tiring and I would’ve had a mental breakdown too.

After kicking Mahito’s ass, Yuji says there is no reason anymore. For me, when Maki’s arc came it really reminded me of this:

When Mai died and was killed by her own dad. Her dad took away someone who was precious to Maki no matter how much they didn’t get along. Maki really wanted to create the Zenin clan just for Mai to be safe and free.

Again, same with Maki, I would’ve killed the whole clan too because of how in general the Zenin clan is and how they treat people.

3. Having a “curse”:

Nanamin to Yuji: “You’ve got it from here”

Mai to Maki: “destroy everything”

I don’t necessarily mean a curse curse but it’s more like final words that someone important to them said before dying.

For Yuji, he won’t die because Nanamin believes that Yuji can move forward and save the world.

As for Maki, Mai tells her to destroy everything in order for things to change (I might be wrong). It’s for the Zenin clan to start fresh. That is another way I kinda Interpreted (again, I can be wrong). Maki still isn’t done with destroying things plus she is going to move forward just like Yuji. 

I have a thing that if the higher ups find out about Maki, she would be on the verge of being executed as well. So imagine both Maki and Yuji together being executed.

Now on to the next pair!

Megumi & Nobara

Again, this is just me analyzing. But if you ship Itafushi and Nobamaki, you can actually see another pair that parallels to each other but so far I haven’t seen anyone compare them yet, or it’s just me lol!

1. No rivalries:

I think what I love about these ships so damn much is that there is NO RIVALRIES. Even if you don’t ship them you have to admit it is amazing seeing a m/m or f/f getting along without being damn rivals. I’m glad Gege decided not to do that especially towards the women because it does get so tiring that two women don’t like each other for no damn reason or fighting over the main guy or other main guy. At least when Nobara didn’t like Mai or Momo, she had a reason for not liking them.

And don’t get me started with Megumi and Yuji. I was so happy to finally see two boys be friends instead of the usual, boring rivalries. I’m a be honest with you, I was pretty shocked that Gege was able to make Megumi and Yuji be so close and trust each other as friends. It’s a breath of fresh air for the two ships like omg I was happy not seeing the basic shonen bullshit with the f/f and m/m relationship.

2. Hyping up their pairs:

What I mean by hyping them up, I’m talking about the potential that Maki and Yuji has that Nobara and Megumi sees from them. Nobara since the start acknowledge that Maki is strong and vice versa with Megumi with Yuji. What made me see that Nobara knows that Maki is just amazing and strong was during the baseball when Maki was able to hit almost a home run. Nobara just knew that Maki would be able to make that home run but again Momo ruined her moment! Lol!

As for Megumi, we see while the Tokyo students came up with a strategy to win against the Kyoto students, we see him saying that Yuji can actually beat all their asses without curse energy or energy(one of those). Megumi reassures to people that Yuji can take care of himself and is very useful. Another time Megumi reassured that Yuji is strong is when he was in his bed healing from Hanami’s attacks and when they fought tiger against that one dude (forgot his name)

3. Thinking about them/defending them:

Now… this is really what made me think why Nobara and Megumi parallel with each other

It’s becasue I feel like they’re the ones who are more attached and over protective with Yuji and Maki than how Maki and Yuji are with them.

Now, I’m not saying it’s vice verse with Maki and Yuji. But I’m talking about how Nobara and Megumi expresses it. Let me explain:

While reading and watching JJK, we see how Nobara is with Maki compared to anyone else. And no, I’m not saying that Nobara isn’t overprotective with Megumi or Yuji but just the way she is towards Maki. I would honest love to see how these girls got along and how they became close!

Ever since Maki and Nobara had that deep conversation about why Maki choose to be a sorcerer, that is when I actually started shipping them because of how much respect Nobara has towards Maki and it continues to develop more and more with the two of them. We saw how Nobara got super defensive when she fought against Mai (First time) and started dissing Mai. The second time was with Momo, when she was straight up talking shit about Maki.

I love how when Nobara was talking about Maki and Yuji when fighting against Momo. However, I felt a different vibe towards it as well. What I mean by that is that I got more of a “big sister vibe” toward Yuji and a “I love and respect Maki”

But again, I feel like Nobara had some sort of feeling and attachment toward Maki ever since that fight with Momo and more than anyone else too. However, that is just me though! You do t have to agree with my reaching!

For Megumi and Yuji… First of all… Megumi would not hesitate to pull a trigger if anyone is trying to harm Yuji. What made me see that was against Kamo and the Kyoto students. I swear that day Megumi was literally about to commit murder.

Yeah, Nobara got pissed but she went easy on them, but Megumi didn’t. Oh no, he was about to commit a felony. He wanted all the smoke. He wanted that curse. I swear I even felt how pissed he was. I just feel like every time and separates, shit goes down the wrong way and everything goes wrong.

For me, shipping Megumi and Yuji is a whole ass different post but I won’t do that lmao same with Nobamaki because I can write a whole ass essay why I love how compatibly/perfect for each other lol

Bonus:

But guess what… during the Kyoto and Tokyo event, same shit happened with Megumi like Nobara: Megumi was thinking of Tsumiki and Yuji. And again, I felt like it was still different when Megumi was thinking of Tsumiki and Yuji. I find it crazy how Nobara and Megumi were thinking about two people during that event:

Nobara: Maki & Yuji Megumi: Yuji & Tsumiki

This is my personal favorite image of Nobara and Megumi. *wink wink* it’s basically the same image on who is important to to them.

Again, for Nobara and Yuji’s relationship, I just love the way it is. She gives me “big sister” energy towards Yuji and vice verse. Yuji and Nobara are those chaotic siblings that are the hyper ones while Megumi and Maki are the chill ones that can actually keep them down. There has been one occasion where both Megumi and Maki calms Yuji and Nobara down because of how they were acting and I’m not gonna lie it’s kinda cute lmao:

4. Not leaving them:

During the Shibuya Arc, Maki and Nobara separates but at one panel, Nanamin was telling Nobara and Nitta that he was going to join the Zenins. Nobara quickly picked her head up and suggested that she wanted to join him in order for her to be with Maki (this is a stretch but hey Iike being dramatic) however, Nanamin quickly declines her and tells her that it’s too dangerous. I think she was disappointed that she couldn’t go, but hey, Nanamin is a gentleman and he knows when a child is gonna end up getting hurt. I thought it was cute that she was super worried about Maki and just doesn’t care and wanting to join her.

Now, up the recent chapters, Megumi really shows us that he doesn’t want Yuji leaving him or he wants to stay by his side. Those few chapters really made my heart feel some type of way because it just the way Megumi is for Yuji and I can honestly feel how much he cares for him. As I mentioned above, I feel like everything goes to shit when those two aren’t together and I hope that they develop more and more. There has been two more occasions where Fushi doesn’t want Yuji to be left behind; one during when they were in prison and the second during the fight against Hanamin. The eyes that Fushiguro gives Yuji is full of trauma and careness.

In conclusion, I can’t wait for Nobamaki and Itafushi to develop more and more in future chapters. Again, you guys don’t have to agree with me on this. This is just for fun and sharing is fun too! If I’m overreaching then I’m sorry I just can’t help it :(!!

I hope you guys enjoyed my lil analysis! I’m sorry for the bad writing, I’m not very good at translating my feelings as I’m typing because my brain goes all over the place lol! But please, feel free to comment or give me an ask! I’ll be happy to elaborate more for you guys!

Stay safe y’all! And good night or morning!

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 317: My Boy Was Just Like Me

Previously on BnHA: AFO randomly blew up Lady Nagant as a good reminder of why you should never make a deal with this fucking guy, smdh. Hawks was all “well if it isn’t my two best friends, Deku and Lady Nagant, both of whom I respect and love tremendously.” Everyone was all “??” and Horikoshi was all “shh... just pretend” because it was too embarrassing for him to admit that he forgot to write a couple of set-up flashbacks I guess. Anyway so Hawks got Lady to tell them where AFO was hiding out, and everyone said goodbye to her and Overhaul, who never did get to see his boss (sorry buddy, I’ll send you a vial of my tears in the mail), and headed out to a house in the woods. AFO was all “hello Deku :) :) it sure is fun making you suffer :) :) :) anyways this is a trap”, and blew up the house. Yeah, we all here are getting reaaaaaaaal tired of your shit, AFO.

Today on BnHA: The Hawksquad and Edgeplatoon meet in a warehouse and are all “what should we do about the fact that everything sucks?” Mt. Lady is all “here’s a thought, what if we tried battling AFO with more than six people.” Hawks and Endeavor are all “great initiative, but just a friendly reminder that our friends also suck and would probably betray Deku which would suck further still.” Shouto is all “ANSWER THE PHONE DAD” and Endeavor is all “[IRONICALLY DOESN’T ANSWER THE PHONE].” Meanwhile over in Sadtown, capital of Sadland Prefecture, Japan, Deku is all “All Might, as you can clearly see I am completely fine and good, never been better in fact, definitely not caught up in the throes of an epic mental breakdown which is shutting me down emotionally, anyway so on that note I would like to leave you now goodbye!!” All Might is all “[can’t actually form any words because he’s too distraught].” Fandom is all “o(╥﹏╥)o.” Horikoshi is all “(*＾-’) 乃 [pew pew finger guns and barrel rolls into the darkness].”

sweet jesus lord

this literally doesn’t even look like Deku anymore?? this looks like Dark!Deku who shows up to fight you in that one room in the Water Temple. he looks like he’s about to crawl out of my television set and murder me with his psychic powers good lord

holy shit lmao Horikoshi is really just shrugging his shoulders and resolving last week’s cliffhanger with a single line of dialogue

fire is no one’s weakness. idk what other options you’ve got, AFO, but you’re gonna have to go back to the drawing board. maybe try bees or something. I’m just saying. we’re all expecting fire at this point but nobody is expecting bees

anyway so now they’re all sitting in some warehouse somewhere chatting about it I guess. shoutout to Horikoshi for finally giving my man Edgeshot some more dialogue at long last

well, Edgeshot, to answer your question, she exploded. so naturally she’s fine

nah just kidding, Hawks says she won’t be able to help them out much because she’s recovering from being exploded. this is the part where we all ignore the fact that Hawks got set on fire for like a full ten minutes back during the War arc and was only in the hospital for a day. anyways enjoy your temporary plot hiatus Nagant

man there’s a lot of dialogue here and I’m trying to figure out where to insert commentary but it’s kinda difficult lol. basically, Edge and the others are saying that they should gather up the other remaining heroes and get them all caught up on the whole OFA situation. which, hmmmm

like on the one hand, these guys definitely aren’t going to cut it on their own, so it’s a reasonable suggestion on the face of it. but on the other hand, do we really want to entrust the OFA secret to a bunch of other people, most of whom shat the bed during the War arc to be quite frank? is it really worth the additional risk? especially given that any one of them might go spilling the beans to the public -- or worse, betray them to AFO??

also just a quick side note here, Mt. Lady’s character development never ceases to delight me. she’s become so committed to her responsibility as a hero these days, and it fucking suits her. I genuinely consider to be one of the elites now. I mean it doesn’t hurt that all the other elites are fucking dead lol but still

wait what? Death Arms retired??

Death Arms as in the guy who was too afraid of a little fire to try and save a terrified 14-year-old kid who was slowly suffocating right before his eyes?? that Death Arms???? color me surprised. shocked, I tell you

...okay but holy fuck

Death Arms. bro. my expectations for you were low but holy shit. like I’m sorry, but I don’t even have it in me to try and pretend like I feel the slightest bit of sympathy for him or Old Man Samurai or any of those other guys today. thanks for a whole lot of nothing my dude. good riddance

(ETA: so I’m rereading this the next day and realize this comes off as kind of harsh, so let me just try to clarify. it’s not the fact that he’s quitting that bothers me, to be honest. it’s the fact that he’s quitting specifically because he feels like the public is being mean to him. that’s it.

seriously. it would be one thing if he was quitting because he was scared, because now that is human. nobody wants to die, and I doubt any amount of training can ever fully prepare someone to go up against that fear. but the thing is, he never once mentions that, or talks about the danger aspect. instead, I got the distinct vibe from this speech that Death Arms is one of those people who only became a hero because of the limelight. and I just don’t have any patience for that. if all you care about are likes and subscribes then go become a fucking youtuber or some shit. nothing wrong with that! but you didn’t; you signed up to be a hero and protect these people. they gave you their respect and admiration because they trusted you to protect them. and now that they’re no longer in the mood to worship and applaud your every move on account of them being scared shitless because they’re living in the literal end times, you decide to dip. so like okay, fine then. don’t let the door hit you on the way out. anyways lol sorry for the rant.)

anyway so yeah. perfect example of why I don’t exactly have a ton of faith in most of the remaining heroes out there lol. also let me just once again give a shoutout to my best girl Mt. Lady whom I suddenly find myself appreciating all the more

“please calm down makeste. drink some water and enjoy this fresh new jeans pun” listen Horikoshi don’t tell me what to do dammit

fine. it is a nice pun, I guess

-- damn so now Endeavor’s saying that the media is already being fed info by the retired heroes. so for some of these guys it wasn’t enough for them to abandon all the people they swore to protect and to leave their fellow heroes out in the cold; they decided they might as well actively make things worse for them while they were at it, huh. like I get wanting to spill all the dirty secrets from your old job that you just quit, but this isn’t Jeff Bezos you’re screwing over, this is a sixteen-year-old kid

-- like, yes!! this, right here!!

exactly!! let’s not forget that there are already two prior instances of this happening. Endeavor arguably deserved it, but Katsuki not so much

huh. Endeavor seems to have a more optimistic outlook regarding this than I do lol

I mean, this is the same public that didn’t hesitant to blame a kidnapped child for his own kidnapping, and then later on for being the downfall of the Symbol of Peace. but okay then

anyway so blah blah blah, more talk about how they need to use Deku as bait, which basically puts them back at square one, and then they’re all just trailing off into silence and sitting around in the dark lmao this is getting very depressing

SKDJFLSDKJ:LFKJ

SHOUTO?????

NOOOOOOOO ARE YOU KIDDING ME

OH HOW THE TURNTABLES OMG. THE GHOSTER HAS BECOME THE GHOSTEE. Endeavor you petty son of a bitch. and what a brutal cut to that flashback too. “let’s stop Touya together” nah Shouto I’ve got a better idea why don’t I abandon you in U.A. and sally off with Hawks and Jeanist to found the “let’s pretend like we’re doing something to help Deku” club, which basically consists of us sitting around making terrible decisions all day long

Shouto, honey. you deserve better my little Coca Cola can. .........but if you really do have something important you need to tell your dad you could just text it to him. all the love and support, hugs and kisses, you’re doing amazing sweetie. but if you need to pass on any vital information you can just write it down and hit send honey that’s all I’m saying love

now he’s getting another call?? -- or, no, Hawks is getting a call from All Might

ARE YOU FOR REAL HAWKS OMFG

so while you all were sitting around talking about how useless you are, the kid you’re supposed to be protecting was battling another hired gun. I see. please pardon me for one second, I have a phone call to make. the phone call is to RockLockRock and Manual. the reason for the call is to apologize for calling them the worst bodyguards ever back during the War arc. the reason for the apology is because it turns out I WAS SEVERELY MISTAKEN OMFG

JESUS CHRIST DEKU DID YOU JUST KILL THIS MAN LMAO

shoutout to Horikoshi for offscreening this fight. we get it, lol. Deku strong and scary, villains ineffectual and feeble, and AFO... [checks notes] yep, still a dick. the angst arc continues

-- the angst arc continues, SIR

jesus christ I may have to rethink all of my opinions about Deku being framed for murder in movie 3 lmao. never mind. he did it, your honor

holy fucking shit Deku. “he might blow up, so please be careful” fdlskjflk jlskdjflk lwkejflk anyway so I’ve decided the explosion running gag can stay, actually

DEKU WAIT YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH!!

lol why do I get the feeling some serious shit is about to go down. ALL MIGHT NEVER MIND BACK OFF I THINK HE NEEDS HIS SPACE

OH MY FUCK I GASPED OUT LOUD

NO NO NO. I KNEW THIS WAS COMING GODDAMMIT BUT NO. NEVER MIND, I CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT IT, I’M NOT READY TO CRY TODAY

shit. shit shit shit shit and OF COURSE all I can fucking think about is that stupid fucking prophecy and gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Deku please. please please please if you really are going to leave All Might here, please be so very careful in choosing your farewell words to him now because have this sudden horrible fear that this might be the last time you ever see him alive and oh god. oh god oh god

DEKU NO, YOU’RE REALLY NOT!?!?

I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE LESS FINE IN MY LIFE, ACTUALLY????

holy shit. and the fucking callback to the prophecy now. just in case we forgot. WHICH FYI, WE DIDN’T. but that’s basically confirming that this is all still very much on the table and HORIKOSHI NEVER FORGETS oh my god someone please hold me

and the fact that Deku’s flashing back to it now too, though?? because he never forgot either, because of course he didn’t, and now all this stuff is happening, and AFO’s words are getting to him, and this is literally his worst fear come to life and so of course he’s distancing himself from everyone, and now it’s finally come to even this. even the person he admires most

-- OKAY NO, FUCKING COME ON ALREADY I CAN’T TAKE THIS

I GET IT OH MY GOD, I ALREADY UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT OF THIS MOMENT WITHOUT ALL OF THE DEVASTATING FLASHBACKS THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!! YOU ACTUALLY DO WANT ME TO CRY, HUH, IS THAT IT. THIS MAN THAT HE THINKS OF AS A FATHER, THIS MAN WHO HAS BEEN EVERYTHING TO HIM SINCE HE WAS A VERY YOUNG CHILD. EVERYTHING THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH, JUXTAPOSED AGAINST EVERYTHING DEKU IS UP AGAINST, EVERYTHING THAT’S AT RISK. LET’S JUST PUT IT ALL SIDE BY SIDE. LET’S JUST PILE ON ALL OF THE FEELS

(ETA: just a quick note that even though some of the posts I’ve read have described these as All Might’s flashbacks, I’m pretty sure they are Deku’s. most of these are scenes that only he was there for, so yeah. even though All Might is the one thinking the thoughts on the next page, the flashbacks are what’s running through Deku’s mind right now, and so we’re getting that emotion from both of them, which makes it extra devastating lol.)

wait, what???

WHAT??? do you really think that’s why he’s been so determined to protect you this entire time?? simply because you’re his successor?

-- oh no wait lol I think I got that mixed up, this is All Might saying that Deku feels the need to protect him. well that makes more sense lol

oh my god I cannot

his last words. his last words to him. and we can’t even see if he is smiling, like All Might always encouraged him to do. but what are the odds he can’t actually bring himself to do it. what are the odds he’s actually crying. oh god this scene is going to rip my heart out and STOMP on it in the anime isn’t it. Deku’s VA is going to full on murder me with emotion. not that there’ll be much of me left to murder after the thorough job that Horikoshi has already done here

YOU’RE CRYING. DEKU IS LEAVING ALL MIGHT AND IGNORING HIS OUTSTRETCHED HAND AND YOU’RE CRYING. AND BY “YOU” I MEAN “ME”, FUCK

nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope no words just feels just a big ol’ pile of feels. I do not have the strength. future me... [broadly gestures] good luck with all that

(ETA: LOL, WELL THEN.

what breaks my heart here is All Might. All Might, and everything he’s been through, and history repeating itself, and forcing him to live this moment from both sides because he wasn’t strong enough to fix things.

Toshinori had only just turned eighteen when Nana died. like, I feel like we don’t mention this enough. the All Might we know is a sixty-something-year-old man, and so everyone always talks about him like he’s basically been an adult forever. but he was a child when he met Nana. and he was still just a child when she died. barely a year older than Deku is now. younger than Mirio was when we first met him.

and we don’t talk about that. we don’t talk about how devastating that was for him. and we don’t talk about how the reason he grew up to become so reserved and withdrawn -- for all that he always tried so hard to outwardly project the image of a bold, confident, smiling hero -- was specifically because of what AFO did to him. because AFO targeted him in the exact way that he is now targeting Deku. because that’s what he does. he goes after every new user of OFA, and he finds out what’s most important to them, and then he destroys it. and for Toshinori, that was Nana. if you’ve read All Might Rising, you know that AFO basically killed her in front of him (and only killed her, while letting Toshinori and Gran get away). Toshinori (while crying) later says she was like a mother to him. and interestingly enough, during this same conversation, Gran tells Toshinori that he can see “that madness in [his] eyes” when Toshi talks about becoming strong enough to defeat AFO. madness in his eyes. sound familiar??

what’s happening to Deku now is the exact same thing that happened to Toshinori when he was a boy. AFO tried every bit as hard to break him as he’s trying with Deku now. “the path you’ve chosen is a thorny one. every battle grinds away at your soul with no end in sight.” we don’t talk about how Toshinori experienced this same thing for forty fucking years. and all the while isolating himself, exactly like Deku is doing now. pushing people away, exactly like Deku. because he never had anyone who was able to reach out and pull him back. and those words that he now finds himself frozen and unable to speak -- “don’t push yourself”; “you can rest” -- are the same words that no one ever said to him until decades later, when it was already far too late to make any difference.

everything that Deku is experiencing now is what Toshinori also went through. and it’s only now, as he watches it happen to his student, the boy he loves like a son, that he’s finally starting to realize the full extent of how wrong it was. you shouldn’t have to fight alone. you shouldn’t have to bear that kind of enormous burden alone. you shouldn’t have to push yourself, and you can rest. you can rest.

but it’s too late. just as he’s finally coming to understand it all, it’s all too fucking late. and he can’t say the words, he doesn’t know how to say the words, and then just like that, Deku is gone.

and he’s alone. again.)

I can’t. this can’t be their goodbye. I’m not ready. for this to be how they finally part, and then they never see each other again except in OFA. how is that fair. how is that fair. how is that fair

fuck me. lol. how many pages are left in this thing. let’s just wrap this up lol. so now of all the times for this fucking guy to finally show up

I can’t believe Stain has been here literally this entire time hiding behind this random wall and cutting onions. that was you who was cutting the onions, right. no need to answer that we’ll just say it was

HORIKOSHI JUST END THE CHAPTER PLEASE I’M OUT OF SPOONS. YOU HURT ME SO GOOD AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT BUT YOU NEED TO LET ME GO NOW SO I CAN BEGIN THE PROCESS OF TRYING TO PUT MY LIFE BACK IN ORDER HERE. SO WHERE ARE WE CUTTING TO NOW WHAT IS HAPPENING

Stain did you also let AFO give you a new quirk. what’s with you guys. do you like blowing up

oh nvm lol because they were talking about THIS GUY ohhhhhh my fucking god

THAT’S BECAUSE HE’S SAD, LINDA!! jesus

omfg. and so yes, good, the chapter is ending here now on page 15. for once I am FULLY on board with that lmao

anyway so tune in next week for more adventures of Werewolf Deku!! that is, assuming we don’t finally cut back to U.A. at long last, which is actually a strong possibility considering that this chapter will likely mark the end of volume 31. it sure wouldn’t kill Horikoshi to start giving us some hope after everything he’s just put us through lol. KACCHAN COME GET YA BOY

[andypantsx3]

statistically significant | 5 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

The next few weeks were a blur of activity.

When he wasn’t off on patrol or a mission, Mina and Kaminari kept Bakugou busy with dozens of team exercises, all of which needed your analysis. They ran him through any and every scenario that entered their brains, and after the first few rounds, Bakugou seemed to resign himself to their ministrations, his explosions no longer rattling the windows of the training room in displeasure. You’d reviewed footage of the first couple of rounds all together, the trio of heroes jammed into the tiny surveillance room with you, grimy with the ashy residue of Bakugou’s explosions, someone or another’s shirt partly melted off, and all of them looking exhausted but pleased.

Eventually, though, it became difficult for you to spare time in between your meetings with the other agency heroes. Bakugou was not helping matters by kicking the door down in the middle of your meetings and attempting to bodily remove anyone you were in conversation with whenever he wanted an update. You were dedicating almost as much time to breaking up fights and rescheduling appointments as you were to having the actual meetings themselves.

In the interest of maintaining the peace--and health and safety the Miruko agency employees--you wrote a quick script that monitored the training room footage and automatically ran your analysis program any time it keyed in on Bakugou, Mina, and Kaminari together on screen. It forwarded the results to their phones so that Bakugou wouldn’t come stalking in and making any more enemies than he already had.

That seemed to pacify him for a couple of days, and you managed almost twenty blissful meetings uninterrupted, until a Friday morning when no sooner had you flipped the lights on in the surveillance room than Bakugou was ripping the door open after you.

“Enough slacking off, nerd,” he growled, stalking over to loom over you in a vaguely menacing manner. It was early but he looked wide awake, maybe a little mussed like he'd already been training, the same combination of annoyingly handsome and intimidating as always. He was also dressed in some variation of his usual training set, dark fabric clinging to his chest, arms bare. The sight was really way too much for this early in the morning.

His sudden entrance startled you out of a yawn, and you just barely managed to catch your laptop before it slipped through your fingers.

“Good morning?” you hedged, looking up at him in apprehension.

He made an angry, dismissive noise. Before you could dredge up enough energy for a proper eye roll, something small and warm was thrust unceremoniously into your chest, briefly winding you.

You looked down at the item he was attempting to fracture your sternum with and found yourself staring at a white takeout cup.

You looked up at him in confusion but he just glared passively until you looked down again.

“....what is this?” you asked. Your hands raised automatically to take the cup from him.

“Battery acid,” Bakugou said.

You stopped, gaping at him, and he rolled his eyes. “The fuck do you think it is, idiot?” he demanded, gesturing at it forcefully.

You looked down at the cup again, a soft swirl of steam issuing from the opening in the cap. You brought it hesitantly to your face. A cursory sniff revealed very little in the way of poison--not that you had much expertise on the subject--but it did smell suspiciously like the house blend from the nice bakery down the street.

You stared at Bakugou with misgiving. “What is this, actually?”

He made a disbelieving noise. “You spend all this time acting like such a smartass and you don’t even know what a fucking coffee is? The fuck do you think you drink every morning?”

You couldn’t help but stare at him. There was absolutely no way Bakugou Katsuki was bringing you coffee. This had to be some kind of trick.

His threats from a few weeks ago floated to the forefront of your mind. I’m going to win the bet, he’d said, and then you’re in for it. Was this part of "in for it"? What was “it”, exactly, and was it likely that “it” entailed poisoning you in broad daylight in the middle of a hero agency?

The offing you in broad daylight seemed very much his style, but poison seemed a roundabout way to do it. No, if he was going to settle a score with you, it was going to be something much more immediate, and probably obnoxiously flashy.

You brought the cup to your mouth, taking a tentative sip. No acid tang of poison met your tongue, only the rich, buttery taste of the coffee. Though arsenic was said to be flavorless... Damn that was good, though.

Bakugou hovered impatiently, like he was waiting for something, wearing a strangely blank expression. You watched him nervously. Was the poison slow acting or something?

His scarlet gaze locked onto yours, and it suddenly hit you what he must be doing. You almost dropped the coffee. Was he...waiting for a thank you? As in, he was aware of and actively acknowledging that he’d just done something for you?

You decided to test the waters. “Thank you, Bakugou.”

He made an impatient clicking noise. “Fucking took you long enough.”

You frantically schooled your features into a mask that betrayed nothing of your shock. Christ, he was serious. He’d actually brought you a coffee, and he knew it was a nice thing to do? There was no way he was doing this just to do this. He had to want something from you.

“...So, what is it that you’re bribing me for?” you asked.

Bakugou’s face went dark, the tips of his ears strangely pink. “Fuck you. I don’t need to fucking bribe you for shit, with your obvious little crush on me.” He took a threatening step closer, and that familiar scent of gunpowder and caramel filled your nose.

You felt your face heat, your heart jumping into your mouth. Not this shit again.

So, it was absolutely true that you had a lot of trouble detaching your eyes from the width of his biceps, and that your brain ran wild loops every time he was close. But just because you had difficulty looking anywhere else when he was in a room, didn't mean you had a crush on him. He was way too much of a brat and it was exhausting trying to keep up with his weirdly intense personality. Just because he was pretty did not mean you had a thing for him...

“Why are you like this?” you complained, edging away from him as he moved nearer.

He smirked knowingly, taking another step closer. A small, traitorous shiver went up your spine at the thrill of a man so close. To your eternal embarrassment, Bakugou’s keen gaze seemed to catch it, a darker smile curling his mouth.

You opened your mouth to make some kind of excuse--though what you would have come up with was completely beyond you--when a head of wild pink curls poked itself through the door.

The intruder let out a quiet gasp, but that was enough to break the moment. Bakugou whirled on her, red eyes glaring.

“Raccoon, do you ever mind your own fucking business?” he demanded, in the tones of someone interrogating a war criminal.

Mina’s dark eyes widened innocently. “What? How was I supposed to know this is where you’d gone?” she asked. There was note of something gloating in her voice, however, and you got the feeling that she’d been hoping to catch you in some kind of act.

Your face went hotter. Why did everyone think there was a thing with you and Bakugou, including, apparently, Bakugou?

“Anyway, I’m not here for you,” Mina informed him briskly, derailing your wandering train of thought. “I was gonna ask stats girl to give us a hand this morning.”

She turned to you, her smile slightly predatory. “Blasty’s better at sticking close now, so we started focusing team exercises on victim evaluation. Any chance you can play civilian? Denki was for a bit but he started getting too into it.” A grimace flitted over her pretty features. “I almost lost an arm trying to stop Katsuki from blasting him clear into the stratosphere.”

You looked at Bakugou, but an irritated twitch of a blonde eyebrow was all you got by way of an explanation.

Your thoughts turned inward, wondering if this was a good idea. You’d been hoping to use the morning to get a little work done on a prototype of a productionized model, seeing as you had fewer meetings than usual today. And you hadn’t really come prepared for a potential roll around in the dirt and dust of the city simulation training spaces.

As if sensing your hesitation, Mina chirped, “I’ll let you a spare set of my training clothes so yours don’t get dirty! And you would probably be saving Denki’s life here--don’t you owe him one from the Hero Awards?”

Your gaze cut back to Bakugou without any direction from your brain. Bakugou appeared to be making no attempt to look apologetic about the incident at the Awards. He raised an eyebrow in challenge when your look lingered too long for his liking, red eyes narrowing in on you with a sudden heat. “The fuck are you looking at, nerd?”

“He means please,” Mina said, her voice going honeyed and wheedling. “Plus, it will be fun! I promise you I won’t melt any of your body parts off. Just Blasty’s, I swear.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes stayed firmly attached to Bakugou’s face. His mouth twitched in obvious irritation at the implication that he would ever say please, but he made no move to correct Mina, limbs drawn in tight, defensive.

You looked down at the cup in your hand, sighing. He’d brought you a coffee and was doing minimal yelling. He appeared to be making some kind of effort here--though to what end you weren’t sure--and you supposed contributing to his training was ultimately your goal here, anyway. You could reward him for behaving himself as well as he knew how, and work towards your promotion at the same time.

“Fine,” you allowed, watching as Mina startled wiggling in obvious delight. “Let me finish this coffee and then I’ll help out.”

Mina clapped her rosy palms together. “Ahh! This is going to be so fun! You’ll see.”

Mina’s definition of fun was any civilian’s definition of fucking terrifying.

It was one thing to see the three heroes using their powers on screen, or safely tucked away behind a meter of quirk-enforced glass. It was another thing entirely to be in the center of the action, acid sizzling mere inches from your feet.

“You said you wouldn’t melt anything off!” you shouted, stumbling away from Mina.

She’d accused Kaminari of getting too into playing civilian--whatever that meant--but you thought she was way too into playing villain herself. A hard look passed over her pretty features, sending a chill down your spine. With that dark look, those unusual eyes and twisted horns took on a more sinister nuance. She looked almost like an alien, and moved like one too, stalking you through the twisting alleys of the training cityscape.

“Accidents happen,” she cooed, almost happily. She threw up a twisting fistful of acid that hardened into a warped wall in front of you. You skidded wildly on the gravel to avoid it. “Now stay still, you’re supposed to be a hostage.”

A choked little noise escaped you. Honestly, thank god this woman was a hero. You might have trouble sleeping at night if you knew a villain like this was stalking the streets, unchecked and unbound by social mores. You’d probably still have trouble getting to sleep tonight, even after she went back to smiling and bouncing all over the place.

“Actually, maybe Kaminari should take over again,” you managed, stepping back from her. “Not really sure if I’m cut out for this.”

A loud boom drowned out her reply, an office front a few blocks away crumbling under the force of the blast. You gaped at the force that shook the street, even blocks away.

Mina used your distraction to her advantage, grabbing the back of your shirt to haul you towards her. “He’s so obvious, my god--how he got to be number eight is beyond me. Now come over here and do your best to look injured. He needs practice evacuating people instead of coming in blasting.”

She fumbled with something on her belt, pulling out several bright red bands that proclaimed various types of injuries in blocky white font. Then she leaned over you, shoving a band up your arm that announced SEVERE BURNS, and another on your left ankle, proclaiming a DISLOCATION.

She clicked her tongue, looking you over. “Would more be overkill? This is enough that he should at least hesitate before trying to blow me sky high…” She seemed to decide against more, shoving the rest back into her belt. Then she gently pressed you down to the ground at her feet.

“This is the part where I get to monologue,” she said, winking down at you. “Do your best to look helpless and make sure your severe burns thing is showing. I wanna see if he can prioritize rescuing you over my trash talk.”

A soft groan escaped you. Fat chance. Bakugou was the most foul tempered little shit you had ever met, and while it was true that his single-minded focus on winning the bet meant he was tolerant enough to be doing this exercise in the first place, you highly doubted he was going to hesitate if Mina was pushing his buttons as expertly as she usually did.

The chance to find out came soon enough. There was a strangled kind of yelp and a crackle of lightning followed a thunderous boom a few blocks away as Bakugou presumably rendered Kaminari’s perimeter defense useless. Then with another screaming explosion, he was rocketing over the buildings separating you, barrelling straight down on Mina.

Mina threw up another acid shield that hardened into a defensive wall. Bakugou’s first attack cracked it but didn’t manage to penetrate. There was barely a breath between the cracking and another explosion, however, and then the wall exploded inwards in a crackling shower of fizzing pieces. Mina crouched over you, breathing excitedly, “This is the fun part!”

Whatever reply you might have given her was drowned out by an angry series of hissing snaps from Bakugou’s palm as he stalked closer to you. The right half of his shirt had been singed off by lightning, it looked like, and a fine veneer of dust layered in his hair and on patches of his skin. It was just a training simulation, but he looked half-wild, teeth bared and eyes bright over the ash on his face. If he looked nearly this intense in real life situations, it was a wonder that anyone would agree to be evacuated by him at all.

Maybe that’s why he sucked at rescues.

“It’s fucking over, raccoon eyes,” he said. “Hand her over.”

Mina laughed, a delicate sound like bells. “Not another step closer, hero, or I’ll melt a hole straight through her pretty neck.”

You twitched away from her minutely. God she was terrifying.

“Quit it with the fucking villain act, fuckwad, or I’ll blow you all the way to hell,” Bakugou growled.

Mina reached for your arm, pulling you up next to her. “Hmm, then I hope your aim is good. She’s already got one set of severe burns.”

Bakugou’s crimson gaze cut down to your shoulder and the displeased twist to his mouth deepened. “Fucking--of course you got yourself fucking injured. Fucking idiot.”

“Hey,” you protested, shifting against the band. “I’m not actually.”

Mina kicked you. “Moments to live, this one. Unless you can pull a healing quirk out of those glorious buttcheeks of yours.”

You choked on your own spit while Bakugou snarled. “I’m gonna fucking remember this, you strawberry fuck.”

“Maybe. But she won’t,” Mina said, and suddenly there was a rosy palm in front of your face, dripping acid. A drop landed deliberately on the fold of the training pants she’d lent you, searing straight through with a loud hiss. Your heartbeat spiked in violent alarm. You reeled back, but Mina was still crouched over you, and you banged into her collarbone.

In the next second, everything went to shit. Something searing hot blazed just over your shoulder and Mina swore, jerking back from you in the blink of an eye. There was a deafening crack and a rush of burning air over you as Bakugou let loose an explosion at the same time he seized your ankle and pulled you straight underneath where he’d aimed the blast, missing you by inches.

“What the fuck,” you gasped. Bakugou grunted, and yanked harder, pulling you straight to him.

“Quit being such a fucking princess,” he growled, shifting an arm underneath you. You froze, suddenly wishing that his explosion had managed to hit you, searing off every nerve ending.

“What are you doing?” you demanded, sputtering in alarm when he hoisted you against him. You could feel every place your body touched his, and smell the sharp gunpowder and sugar scent of his sweat. He hooked his arm firmly around your waist, glaring down at you with one baleful red eye.

“Fuckstick gave you a dislocated ankle so I would have to fight her off with one fucking arm and carry you with the other,” he bit out, whirling when a stream of acid came hissing your way.

You gripped at his shirt, swearing. “Oh my god. What the hell is she doing, aiming for me? This is a simulation! Also, I can walk.”

He grunted. “You can shut the fuck up is what you can do.”

He executed another agile dodge, pulling you with him. “Now hold on, princess, this is gonna be a rough ride with one arm.”

You didn’t have time to ask him what the hell he was on about. He aimed a shot over your shoulder, the heat simmering and boiling in the air next to your ear, and you heard the impact of Mina hitting the pavement behind you. In the next second, Bakugou tightened his arm around you, and aimed a palm for the ground.

The next thing you were aware of was a strangled screaming sound. It took a second for you to realize the mortifying noise was coming from you. But in your defense, Bakugou had literally blasted the two of you clear above the alleyway. You could see the wreckage from Bakugou’s scuffle with Kaminari, and Mina scrambling to her feet, much smaller and further away that you were comfortable with. Your hands fisted in his shirt and you nearly decapitated him with the force with which you shoved your face into his shoulder.

Even with your eyes closed, you could tell Bakugou hadn’t been kidding about the rough ride. Another blast from his palm jerked you sharply to the right, and he uttered a soft swear.

“Hold tight, nerd,” he said in your ear. There was a series of more explosions and you spun violently in the opposite direction. You went careening over a low roof top to land heavily on the pavement, Bakugou twisting at the last second to take the initial impact to his shoulder, rolling over you to distribute the momentum.

You rolled twice more, eventually stopping with his hard body under yours, your face jammed unpleasantly into his shoulder, his arms bracketing your sides. One of his hands was fisted in the back of your shirt, and a tuft of blonde hair brushed your cheek.

He let out a huff. “If you ever let her put the fucking dislocation band on you again, I’ll melt your damn laptop.”

You pulled back from him, hissing into his face. “If you dare, I'll--”

“The fuck you gonna do, nerd?” he demanded, sitting up. Straight into you.

You gripped his shirt so as not to fall right off of him, widening your knees for balance. Then you froze when you realized he was pressed against you everywhere, hard muscle and the heat of his skin bleeding through your training clothes. He was hot like a furnace, ashy and dust-streaked like one too, and his eyes glowed like banked coals. He gazed back at you, his mouth setting with some kind of a challenge.

Then those red eyes trailed slowly and deliberately down your face, stopping right on your mouth. His fingers tightened in the back of your shirt.

You couldn’t help your sharp inhale. Holy shit, was he...going to kiss you?

You sat frozen, locked in place, neither willing or able to move away, like you were being pulled towards him like some kind of magnet. Was he really going to do it? Was he really going to kiss you? Or, no...were you going to kiss him?

You could, you thought hysterically. That’s what it felt like, watching him breathe shallowly, eyes fixed on your mouth. You could kiss him and he would let you.

Had that been what all the your little crush on me shit had been about? Had he been torturing you not because he’d noted the way your eyes lingered over him, but because it was something he’d wanted to happen? Had that been what all the threats were for, what the crowding you against walls and the frigging coffee had been about? When Mina had said he’d been fixated on you, did she actually mean it less like revenge and more like actual attraction?

You let out a shaky breath. Only one way to find out, you thought wildly, leaning forward with your pulse singing in your veins.

And then an explosion rocked the foundations of the building, throwing you forward against Bakugou’s chest. You gasped, the breath knocked out of you, and whipped around to glare at his free hand in accusation. Bakugou pulled you back, however, a hard looking passing over his face.

It was only seconds before Mina and Kaminari came scrambling out of the maze of training buildings, looking worried. Kaminari was already crackling with static, agitated whips of lighting zipping across his skin. Bakugou's palm started to grow hotter against your back.

His next words threw the situation into sharp clarity.

“That wasn’t from a training room.”